All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s03e20.Tin.Man

Captain's Log, Stardate 43779.3.

The Enterprise is preparing

detailed exospheric charts
of the Hayashi system.

Although tedious,
this endeavor is the first step

toward planet colonization.

Captain, sensors report
the USS Hood

is closing on an intercept
course at high warp.

That's odd.

We weren't notified
of a rendezvous.

They seem to be
in an awful hurry.

Sir, we are being hailed

on a secured channel
by Captain DeSoto.

on screen.

Sorry to sneak up on you
like that, Jean-Luc.

Robert, why didn't you
inform us?

out here, you never know
who's listening.

Keeps you on your toes, anyway.

Hey, Will.
Will, you getting soft

onboard that luxury liner?

So, old friend, how are you?

Well, you know...

they send you Galaxy-class boys
out here to the far reaches.

Me, I just haul my butt
back and forth

between starbases.

But not today.

No, not today.

Starfleet's got new orders
for you.

This is top priority.

They need the fastest ship
in the fleet

and the best people.

That is you.

If time was so important

why didn't they transmit
the orders by subspace?

Well, they're worried about

Romulan eavesdropping
on this one

and we have a passenger for you.

Kind of hard to send
by subspace.

What sort of passenger?

Mission specialist.

He'll bring your orders aboard
with him.

His name is Tam Elbrun.

As in Tam Elbrun
of the Ghorusda disaster?

The same.

What can I say?

Your orders are
to cooperate fully with him.

Best of luck, folks.

Hood out.

Sir, the Hood is slowing
to impulse.

Mr. Data, come with me.

Captain, may I come with you
to greet Tam?

You know him?

I do.

He was at the university
on Betazed

when I was studying
psychology there.

oh, I see.

He was a colleague of yours.

No... he was a patient.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the Starship Enterprise.

Its continuing mission--

to explore strange new worlds

to seek out new life
and new civilizations

to boldly go
where no one has gone before.

Tam is a telepath
of extraordinary talent

even for a Betazoid.

He's a specialist
in first contact

with new life-forms.

He's a very unique person

but... he's not what you
might expect, Captain.

Welcome aboard the Enterprise.
I am...

Captain Picard.

Right?

Here.

You want to know
all about your mission.

Everything's on there.

orders and briefings.

Destination and heading,
all that.

Dee, I sensed you were out here.

How have you been?

I've been fine,
but I thought you were...

-on Chandra V?
-...on Chandra V.

Sir?

Who...

What are you?

I am Data, an android.

Incredible.

An android.

I can't read you at all.

It's like you're not there.

Data?

oh, you better hurry up
to the Bridge with that.

Captain wants you
to run the orders

scan the technical schematics

and be ready to brief him
in ten minutes.

Right?

Number one?

Riker here.

Will you meet Commander Data
on the Bridge?

He has our orders
and new heading.

Aye, sir.

And assemble the Bridge staff

for a mission briefing
in 15 minutes.

Picard out.

Mr. Elbrun, would you...?

Would I care to see my quarters?

No.

I'd rather get
this briefing over with

then be left alone
until I'm needed.

I've heard something
about Ghorusda.

Weren't there
about 40 people killed?

47, including the Captain
of the Adelphi

and two friends from my class
at the Academy.

Mmm, sorry.

Main Bridge.

So, what happened?

It was a first-contact
situation.

Ghorusdan culture
is so complex and different

that the Federation
sent a specialist

to prevent misunderstanding.

So, that was Tam Elbrun.

What happened was his fault?

Not directly.

Board of lnquiry blamed Darson

for carelessness
about Ghorusdan cultural taboos.

But, if Elbrun was so good,
why didn't he warn Darson?

What was he doing there

if he couldn't sense
that much hostility?

our destination is
the Beta Stromgren system

following the path
of the Vega lX probe.

That's 23 parsecs beyond our
furthest manned explorations.

That is correct, Commander.

Apparently, the probe
has discovered...

Astonishing.

our orders are to proceed
to this star, Beta Stromgren.

Scientists have discovered
it is in the final stages

of an alternating cycle
of expansion and collapse

and will soon result
in a supernova.

However, the unmanned,
long-range space probe

sent by Starfleet
to observe the process

has discovered something
much more.

oh, Data, don't waste time.

They call it "Tin Man."

The Vega probe found it
orbiting Stromgren.

Looks like some kind of ship.

Its energy source is unknown.

The people who have studied
the transmissions

think it's a starship,
and they're sure it's alive.

Alive?

How?

A cybernetic organism,
like the Borg?

No, no, no.

Here.

Starfleet believes
it's an organic creature

born in space, living its life
in the wastes between the stars.

No one knows where it came from
or why it's here.

But we're going to meet it.

We're going to talk to it.

I'm going to talk to it.

Have attempts been made...

To communicate
with it by subspace?

of course-- linguacode,
universal translation

all that-- it won't work.
Tin Man is too different.

Direct mind-to-mind contact
is our only hope.

The opportunity for discovery
is extraordinary

but I don't understand
Starfleet's urgency.

Romulans.

oh, hell, I forgot.

The Romulans.

They claim that sector of space
where Beta Stromgren is located.

The Romulans claim

all that is
in their field of vision.

They routinely monitor
the telemetry

of our deep-space probes.

And they will certainly
be sending

a ship of their own
to investigate this "Tin Man."

No.

Actually, they're sending two.

Data?

That is correct.

Starbase 123 has detected
two D'deridex-class cruisers

on an intercept course.

The top speed
of this class cruiser

is known to be less than ours.

Therefore,
we do have some advantage.

Then... it's a race.

An alien intelligence,
a new life-form

representing a technology

far beyond either the Romulans
or ourselves.

The Romulans will certainly take
whatever measures are required

to secure this creature
for study.

"Study" as in dissecting,
I'd bet.

Mr. Data, you are our resident
honor student in exobiology.

I'm assigning you to head up

the life sciences
on this mission.

Aye, sir.

Excellent.

Meeting adjourned, then.

So, Data,
I guess you're the brains

of this outfit, huh?

Mr. Elbrun, one of the reasons
I'm asking you to work closely

with a member of my staff
is to avoid further omissions.

The possibility of an encounter
with the Romulans

on this mission
is hardly trivial, and yet....

All right, all right.

I should have brought up
the Romulans earlier

but I was... distracted.

And no, Billy boy, I wasn't
distracted on Ghorusda.

If Darson had listened to me,
no one would have died.

No?

Well, I don't care

whether you believe
that or not.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

Traveling at high warp,
we are still several days

from rendezvous
with the mysterious entity

which Starfleet has christened
"Tin Man."

My immediate concern
is with Tam Elbrun.

Starfleet considers
his unique abilities

crucial to our mission,
yet he seems to me... unstable.

Well, according to his medical
records and psych profile

he's very high on the ESP scale.

A sort of prodigy.

A prodigy?

In what sense?

Well, in most Betazoids

our telepathic gifts
develop at adolescence.

You mean, you're not born
reading minds?

No, except for some reason
that no one understands

occasionally, a Betazoid child
is born different.

-How different?
-Born with his

telepathic abilities
switched on.

Most Betazoids born

Iike that never lead
a normal life.

The noise of other people's
thoughts and feelings

must be overwhelming,
incomprehensible

especially to a child.

And painful.

Early diagnosis
and special training

did help Tam adjust

but he has some problems.

You mentioned...
a hospitalization.

For stress--
repeatedly throughout his life.

I always wonder
what holds one person together

through that kind of struggle
while another goes under.

Yes, well, he's evidently
done more than "hold together."

He's the indispensable man--

the Federation's finest
specialist in communication

with unknown life-forms.

The more unusual the life-form,
the better he likes it.

His personnel file shows
he's gravitated

towards assignments
that isolate him

from other humanoids.

Commander Data,
I'm picking up an unusual echo

on my navigational sensors.

Something is out there, sir

tracking us, matching
our speed and heading.

Something which does
not fully register

on our instruments.

Since there is
no known natural phenomenon

capable of travel
at warp velocity

there are but two possibilities:

Either it is
a sensor malfunction

or another ship
is following us covertly.

It is not a sensor malfunction.

Agreed.

But, Commander, if it
is a Romulan ship...

with their cloaking device

we shouldn't pick them up
at all.

Unless they're pulling
so much power

for something else
that they can't fully cloak.

Like what?

Ask the Romulans...

if it is the Romulans.

Lieutenant, continue monitoring

the precise position
of the echo.

Any sudden change
in its behavior

initiate Yellow Alert.

Aye, sir.

Come in.

How are things

in the land of the living?

I thought you might be lonely.

No one sees you except Data.

Lonely?

I can hear everything

that everyone
on this ship thinks

and no one besides you seems
to be missing my charming...

You want them to dislike you.

Why?

Because I'm not a nice man.

okay, okay.

'Cause they scare me.

There are too many minds.

I can't shut them out.

Never could learn.

All their loves

their hates, their fears

their needs...

It's like a tide
that never ebbs.

I could drown.

I remember.

You understood--
at least a little--

how I felt.

I see you finally found
a place to fit in

people to care about.

And you're still looking.

And then there's Ghorusda.

I have enough doubt
in my reliability

without having to listen
to Riker's and Picard's.

What happened there?

I thought everyone knew.

No.

What happened to you?

Maybe I got too involved
with the Ghorusdans

with their point of view.

It happens to me.

I wanted everyone to get along.

I could have warned Darson
more forcefully.

So, after that, you ran away.

The last I heard

you were the only Federation
delegate assigned to Chandra V.

oh, beautiful creatures,
the Chandrans.

Their minds are glacial.

They have a lovely
three-day ritual

for saying "hello."

Peaceful, untroubled people.

Unlike humanoids?

Well...

except for your friend, Data.

I like him.

He's...

restful.

I believe your impression
of Data is probably unique.

Yeah?

Well, having to get to know
someone, just once

has its appeal.

I mean, talking to them

instead of getting it
all at once, up here

whether I want it or not.

But you accepted this mission.

You could have stayed
on Chandra V.

You willingly came aboard a ship

with over a thousand people.

How could I not?

Think of it, Dee.

This intelligence
that swims naked through space

Iike a fish in the sea

totally alien, mysterious--
not like us at all.

Ancient...

and alone.

So lonely...

for so long.

How can you know that?

Tam?

You're in contact with it...

with Tin Man, aren't you?

No.

Well...

yes, a little

but not quite
on a conscious level.

We're light-years away.

That's impossible, even for you.

Impossible for me.

Maybe not impossible
for Tin Man.

Status report, Number one?

We've reached the outer regions
of the Beta Stromgren system.

on course for orbital intercept

with the Tin Man;
ETA 18 minutes.

Grand.

Not altogether.

Astrophysics reports
that the rate

of the star's collapse
has increased.

It could go supernova
in a few days.

Captain, we're receiving

relay sensor data
from the Vega probe

including visuals.

on screen.

Magnify.

Remarkable.

Computer, locate Tam Elbrun.

Tam Elbrun is in Turbolift one,
en route to the Main Bridge.

of course.

Captain, our sensors
are detecting

a subspace wave front
of highly ionized particles

preceding the object
which is tracking us.

Yellow Alert.

on screen.

Romulan warbird closing.

They are arming
main disruptors, Captain.

Go to Red Alert.
Shields to maximum.

Arm photon torpedoes
and stand by, Mr. Worf.

-Aye, sir.
-I thought you said

the Enterprise was faster
than this Romulan.

In fact, we are, Commander,
however...

Evasive, Mr. Crusher.

Hailing frequencies.

I guarantee that they don't want
to talk to you, Captain.

The Romulan has passed us.

Damage report.

Casualties reported.

70% loss to the shields.

Their attack on us
was incidental, Captain.

Incidental?

Yes, to delay us.

Captain, it would appear
the Romulans' intent

is to contact
Tin Man first, at any cost.

According to my sensor readings
the warbird has exceeded

maximum engine output by 30%.

They seem to have
irreparable damage

to their warp coils.

So, they kept up with us

by sacrificing their ability
to re-enter Romulan space.

one-way trip.

There is one more trailing us,
Captain

a day or two behind.

Data's right-- this one's job

is to beat us to Tin Man
at any cost.

You... read all this
telepathically?

In the mind
of the Romulan Commander

during the attack.

Very well, Mr. Crusher,
all stop.

Aye, sir.

Commander La Forge?

La Forge here.

Geordi, how long
to full shield restoration?

I'm working on it.

Computer, reconfigure
structural integrity power

to feed inner deflector grid.

Unable to comply.

Requested reroute
would compromise

operational safety limits.

To hell with the limits.
override.

Authorization: La Forge,
Theta 2997.

Rerouting structural integrity
power supply.

Russell, watch
the lateral grid balance.

No, no, no, that's too much.

We'll have to do it manually.

La Forge to Bridge.

Go ahead.

Captain, I'm trying to feed
the inner grid

by stealing some power from the
structural integrity field.

You should have partial
shielding in about 30 minutes.

You have ten.
Picard out.

If the Romulans wish the honor
of first contact...

Iet them have it.

You're out of your mind, Picard.

What if the Romulans find
a way to persuade Tin Man...

I think the chance
of that is remote.

And if you will be still,
Mr. Elbrun

you may learn...

-What?
-That being first

at any cost
is not always the point.

Mr. Data, while we await repairs

I want Life Sciences
and Engineering

to continue collecting
information on the alien.

And query the Vega lX probe,
long-range sensors.

Aye, sir.

You do a lot of your work here?

Yes.

I have configured
these instruments

to display information

with greater speed
and efficiency

than stations
used by the others.

Nice.

A little Spartan.

Spartan?

Lots of work space.

Not much room to live.

I don't guess you sleep.

I have tried it
from time to time

but you are correct.

I do not require rest.

But you paint.

The creature's anatomy
appears most peculiar.

In what way?

It is, indeed,
laid out as a vessel

with what appear to be
chambers and corridors.

An internal environment
suitable

for carbon-based life-forms
is being maintained.

Yet there is no evidence
of a crew aboard.

Tin Man is a living being

which has been bred--
or has adapted itself--

to serve a purpose.

I find that interesting.

Why?

Must living beings
have a purpose?

or do we exist for no reason
but to exist?

I do not believe I am qualified
to express an opinion.

oh, Data,
you're uniquely qualified.

You think a great deal
about humanity

and you're an honest researcher.

You don't treat anything
as trivial or irrelevant.

You want to try it all.

You said
in the transporter room

that you could not read
my mind.

True enough.

But I think
I understand you pretty well.

It worries you
that I can't read your mind?

Perhaps there is
nothing to read.

Nothing more than mechanisms
and algorithmic responses.

Perhaps...

you're just different.

It's not a sin, you know.

Though you may have heard
otherwise.

Captain, the Romulan ship
is hailing the alien

using their equivalent
of linguacode.

-Response?
-Nothing so far, Commander.

Why should it answer?

What could it possibly
have in common with them?

But you're so sure
it'll talk to you?

Captain, the Romulans
are arming all disruptors.

Yellow Alert.
Prepare for evasive action

at the first change
in the Romulans' course.

With our shields in this
position, we can't risk...

No, no.

We're not the target.

It's Tin Man.

What do you mean?

Do they intend to destroy it?

Those are their orders

if they can't secure the alien.

Increase speed to intercept
the Romulan vessel.

Their lead is too great, sir.

Hail them. We cannot
allow them to destroy this...

They won't listen to you!

Danger.

Gomtuu...

do not allow.

Damage report!

Nothing available yet, sir.

We have partial failure
of the main computer.

It seems you woke your Tin Man.

We've got impulse power,
but I've got to take

the warp engines off-line
while we recalibrate

-the intermix regulators.
-How long?

For everything,
or just for the warp engines?

All of it.

Commander, we're looking

at 20 hours work here,
double shifts.

We don't know
that we have 20 hours.

That star could explode
at any moment.

I know.

okay, first thing
we need to do is

get the main computer
working, right?

No, fix the shields first.

Commander, whatever
Tin Man hit us with

it fried circuits
I thought were un-fryable.

I'm not worried about Tin Man.

It's more Romulans showing up.

Right. First priority,
get the shields up.

only let's not have anymore
surprises until I'm done, okay?

Don't ask me about surprises.

Ask Tam Elbrun.

Your brain activity
suggests you're coming out

of some sort
of a fugue or seizure.

Your blood pressure and glucose

are indicative
of general systemic stress.

But I'm going to live?

No doubt about it.

Good.

Because I want to know
exactly what you did.

I want to know how closely

you're in communication
with this alien

and what you've learned
from it.

And I want to know now!

I-l-l...

I just warned it, that's all.

I've been in contact with it,
sensing impressions from it.

It calls itself "Gomtuu."

It's old, Captain.

It's roamed the universe
for many thousands of years.

Where did it come from?
How many...?

Far away.

Maybe beyond the galaxy.

once there were
millions of them.

once?

It hasn't seen
another of its kind

for millennia.

It's alone.

It may be the last
of its species.

Perhaps...

we can help it in some way.

Can you ask it

to return with us
to Federation space?

At least persuade it

to leave the vicinity
of Beta Stromgren

before the star explodes?

Captain, Gomtuu knows
the star will go nova soon.

That's why it's here.

It wants to die.

There was...

an explosion in space.

Radiation penetrating
the outer layers.

The crew...

The crew...

died.

Such loss...

empty pain...

hollowness...

Tam, stop this.

You're losing yourself
in this merging.

I know, I know.

Tin Man hurts and wants to die.

I can't do anymore
from out here.

If you want me
to really reach Tin Man

I have got to be
in physical contact.

I have got to go aboard.

No.

That is absolutely
out of the question.

You don't trust me?

No, Tam, I don't believe
that I do.

Tam...

when you reached out
to the alien, to warn it

did you give any thought
to this vessel?

To the danger--
however inadvertent--

that creature might pose
to our crew?

or did you simply react
out of instinct?

Captain...

Deanna...

he's right.

I don't know.

I don't know what might happen

but, if you don't let me
go, we fail our mission.

Besides, at this point, you need
all the help you can get--

even Tin Man's.

Russell, reactivate
the sensor assemblies.

okay, let's do a program reload,
port array only.

Good, that's good.

Computer, run
a level-two diagnostic.

Port sensor array
remains off-line.

Damn!

Riker to La Forge.
How's it coming?

Not good.

I think all the control
processors are shot

but maybe if I swap the chips
from the secondary array

I can give you
a minimum EM scan.

Do it.

okay, Russell.

We're going to try starting
retrosensor element 32 only.

You in?

Go.

Well, the good news is, we have
partial long-range sensors.

La Forge to Bridge.

Riker here.

I'm picking up another echo

on the long-range
sensor display.

You reading that on your panel?

Worf?

one moment, Commander.

Confirmed.

Sir, the other Romulan ship

on an intercept course.

Geordi, are we going to have
those shields anytime soon?

I'm doing the best I can.

But shields won't help
if that star explodes.

Data, you seem to have developed
an affinity with Elbrun.

Troi, you've known him
for years.

How far can he be trusted?

Captain, the issue
isn't one of trust

in Tam's intentions,
but in his judgment.

I would trust him to do
what he believes is right.

Yes, of course,
but his judgment...

Is precarious.

The stress of exposure
to so many minds

on the ship is bad enough.

Now he's strongly drawn
to this creature.

I'm afraid for him.

Afraid of what?

I sense that the alien
is somehow calling him.

If we allow him
to do as he insists--

to beam over--

I believe that we will
lose him to it.

That he will lose himself.

Captain, I agree that Tam's
motives are trustworthy

and I do not believe
it is possible

that he will act against us,
or will cause Tin Man

to act against us
out of malice.

Captain, if Tam breaks down
over there

we'll be no closer
to accomplishing our mission.

It would be a grave mistake.

Thank you both.

Data?

I am puzzled, sir.

We have come this far.

Are you not going to allow
Tam to fulfill his mission?

Tam Elbrun warned Tin Man

and the first thing it did
was to destroy a space vessel.

I believe I understand, sir.

If you feel the risk is too
great to send Tam Elbrun alone

then send me with him.

Counselor Troi understands
him better.

But he is more
comfortable with me, sir.

It is humanity he is fleeing.

Sir, I could serve
as an intermediary--

a bridge back

a reminder of his obligation,
both to us and to Tin Man.

Captain, the Romulan
has uncloaked.

Status, Number one?

Shields are at 40%.

We can maneuver on impulse.

Phasers available on manual,
sir.

Computer target lock
not functioning.

Well...

Iet's hope they're
in a mood to talk.

Hailing frequency.

open.

Romulan vessel?

This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard
of the USS Enterprise.

Enterprise, your presence here
is a violation of Romulan space.

You will leave immediately.

We are not familiar

with the terms
of your claim on this sector.

We are here engaged
in scientific research.

Do you wish to participate?

We have monitored the
destruction of our sister ship

by the star creature.

We claim right of vengeance.

We will destroy the alien.

If you interfere,
we will destroy you, as well.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

A confrontation
between the Romulan warbird

and Tin Man is imminent.

I have no alternative
but to rely

on the telepathic abilities
of Tam Elbrun.

Picard to Tam Elbrun.

Captain?

Report to Transporter Room Six
immediately.

Captain, I don't...

Commander Data
will meet you there.

Yes, Captain.

Counselor, we no longer
have a choice.

No, no!

Too much! Too much!

Tam?

I can't.

Data to Enterprise.
Enterprise, come in.

-No, no, don't.
-lf it is harming you

we must return.
Enterprise, respond.

No, it's all right.
It's all right now.

It's all right.

Gomtuu is trying to communicate
a lifetime of experiences to me

in a few seconds...

but I'm all right now.

o'Brien to Bridge.

Go ahead, Chief.

I've lost the transporter lock
on them.

Some kind of force field
went up.

Confirmed.

The alien has thrown up
a shield.

It is blocking
all our sensors.

Captain?

The Romulans' weapons systems
are now at full power.

Follow them in, Mr. Crusher.

Red Alert.

Mr. Worf, arm photon torpedoes.

Aye, sir.

Yes.

There is a large chamber
20 meters ahead.

I know.

I know everything now.

Come on.

Intriguing.

This is the control center

where Gomtuu's crew
guided their journeys.

The ship and the crew
existed symbiotically.

They needed one another.

When Gomtuu had no one left
to care for

it no longer
had a reason to exist.

Is that the purpose
of existence?

To care for someone?

It is for me.

Deanna was right.

I'll lose myself here.

I must remind you
that our objective

is to bring Tin Man
out of danger

and report our findings
to Starfleet.

I'm not going back, Data.

I'm staying here.

Sir, the Romulans
are hailing us.

Captain Picard,
if you interfere with us

we will fire upon you, as well.

Commander, we are prepared
to defend the life of the alien.

Screen off.
Shields up.

Power levels aboard
the alien are increasing, sir.

Captain, the diameter
of the star

has been decreased
by 100,000 kilometers.

It's beginning.

Explain to them.

Make them understand.

But our mission...

Is to save Tin Man, and I will.

But he's going to save me
as well.

All my life,
I have waited for this--

a chance to find peace.

Finally, all the voices

are silent.

only Tin Man speaks to me now.

Don't you see, Data?

This is where I belong.