All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s03e22.The.Most.Toys

Captain's Log, Stardate 43872.2.

In order to neutralize

a sudden contamination
of the water supply

at the Federation colony
on Beta Agni ll

we are procuring
108 kilos of hytritium

from the Zibalian trader,
Kivas Fajo.

Because pure hytritium

is too unstable
for our transporters

Lieutenant Commander Data

has been shuttling the material
to the Enterprise.

Data to Enterprise.

Go ahead, Mr. Data.

This will be the last trip, sir.

The remaining cases of hytritium
are now being loaded.

Acknowledged.

Mr. Worf, advise Beta Agni ll
that our departure is imminent.

Aye, Captain.

At warp six, we should be there
in just over 16 hours.

Loading is complete.

I am now proceeding
with departure.

Enterprise Shuttle Bay Two,
prepare for docking.

Level-1 precautions
for incoming material

remain in effect.

If you'll just acknowledge

this last load, Commander.

26.8 kilos tripolymer
composites.

1 1.8 kilos
molybdenum-cobalt alloy.

1.3 kilos bioplast sheeting.

Shuttle 12 containment field
reads nominal.

Now leaving the Jovis.

on viewer.

Containment field stable.

Gravitational fluctuations
within acceptable parameters.

Flight pattern...

Data.

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.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

As the result of a yet
unexplained shuttle explosion

Lieutenant Commander Data
has been lost.

Why didn't the containment
field hold?

Unknown, Commander.

Hail the Jovis.

I want to speak with Kivas Fajo.

Sir, Mr. Fajo is hailing us.

on viewer.

Captain Picard, what happened?

It's unclear.

We're running a full analysis.

We detected no malfunctions
before the explosion.

Everything seemed to be running

as smoothly
as the other flights.

Were you able to save the pilot?

No.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Fajo

I would like to analyze

your sensor readings
of the explosion.

Compared to the Enterprises's

our sensors
are rather primitive.

I doubt they contain
any information

that your sensors overlooked.

Perhaps, but I don't want to
leave any avenue unexplored.

I understand.

We'll transmit the information.

Link established.

Receiving.

Can we be
of any further assistance?

How much hytritium did we
manage to bring onboard?

81 kilos.

That may barely
allow us to complete

our mission, Captain, but it
leaves us no margin for error.

Mr. Fajo,
I realize we have acquired

your entire supply
of hytritium.

Do you know where
we could obtain some more?

That may be difficult.

The only source I know
is in the Sigma Erandi system.

Three weeks away, sir.

And I can't guarantee
they'll have any.

For obvious reasons,
no one wants to keep it around.

In fact,
even I may stop selling it.

It's... it's just too dangerous.

I guess we're fortunate
you had any at all, sir.

Captain, transfer
of information complete.

Mr. Fajo...

thank you for your help.

Mr. Crusher, set a course

for the Beta Agni ll
system, warp six.

Aye, sir.

The Grissom
is near Sigma Erandi system.

I'll alert them to stand by
in case we need more hytritium.

Thank you, Number one.

Course laid in, sir.

Engage.

What am I doing here?

oh... wondrous.

The detail, the balance.

Was I not right, Varria?

oh, what a remarkable
piece of work, hmm?

Why have I been brought here?

oh!

The... the voice simulation.

It's... it's perfection.

The inflections, the timing...

Yes, uh, it took

great effort, effort
to bring you here.

I was sure it'd be worth it.

I was right.

I have been delivered here
against my wishes.

I would like to know the reason.

Certainly.

You have been brought here
for my... enjoyment

and my appreciation.

Am I to infer that you intend
to keep me captive?

Captive? Captive?

oh, it's such
an inappropriate description.

My dear android...

May I call you Data?

It is my name.

Data...

you will be catered to...

fawned over, cared for
as you never have been before.

Your every wish
will be fulfilled.

I wish to leave.

Almost every wish.

This is unacceptable, sir.

I have no desire to remain here,
and even if I did

my Starfleet duties
would not allow it.

It's so...
single-minded, isn't it?

Very persistent.

But it's very polite,
which is a very nice touch.

Um... I decline
to allow you to go.

Then I am forced
to attempt escape.

Uh, ten androids

just like you might be able
to force that thing open

but then again,
there aren't anymore

just like you, are there?

It's keyed
to galvanic skin responses

and, uh, DNA patterns.

Sorry.

Then you will have to open it
for me.

oh.

Really, l-I wouldn't do
that again if I were you.

This is
a proximity-actuated field.

It impedes positron flow.

It's very bad for the brain
paths in the long term.

I fail to understand

the value you place
on my presence.

Well, just look around the room.

There are items here
gathered from half the galaxy.

Right here-- this...

is the very first Basotile
ever created.

oh, sorry.

It's very, very ancient.

Hundreds of years old.

oh, it's priceless.

Come. This vase?

This vase is made
by Mark off...

Well, the late Mark off-Zel
from Sirrie lV.

A Dali.

This...

this is the only known
Roger Maris trading card

from Earth, circa 1962.

The smell?

Bubble gum--
I preserved the scent.

Ah.

Uh... what, what?

Ah, a lapling.

I thought they were extinct.

Extinct... oh, good.

Yes, well, that is what
is generally believed.

She is the last surviving
member of her species.

They're very defenseless
creatures, really.

Everything that you see
in the room here-- everything--

one of a kind, unique.

All original.

Just as you are.

There-- that is
your place of honor.

Sit, sit.

Sit.

You think, perhaps,
it might be uncomfortable?

But then again, you don't give
a thought to comfort, do you?

When Palor Toff learns of that

he'll swallow his tongue
with envy.

I can't wait to see his face.

You... you are, um...

the crown jewel
of my collection.

You're a treasure
beyond comparison.

Yes, go ahead.

I think you should be flattered.

I am not, sir.

Most intelligent life-forms

find involuntary confinement
offensive and inequitable.

Moreover, you have violated
Federation law...

I know. I know, I know.

What I've done is evil, selfish,
immoral, unprincipled, illegal.

Well, I've...
I've learned to live with it.

The Andorians wish to make a bid

on a shipment of Tellurian
spices you offered.

They've had four days to decide!

Why do they have
to decide right...?

All right.

I must emphasize, Mr. Fajo

that I consider this captivity
a hostile act on your part.

oh.

Well, you'll get used to it.

I can't believe he's gone.

Yeah, well, I always thought
he'd outlive us... by centuries.

He'd been working on this
for months.

He never felt it was
quite finished.

You know what a critic Data was

especially about his own work,
huh?

That was a gift
from the Captain.

And he should have it back.

Those should go
to Commander Riker.

Data always fell
for Riker's bluffs.

These are some
of Starfleet's highest honors.

Not bad for a walking pile
of circuitry and memory cells.

You know

I keep going over and over
the accident in my mind

trying to figure out
what went wrong.

I can see Data in the shuttle

almost like I'm sitting there
next to him

going through
the departure sequence.

What the hell happened?

Why didn't I see it coming?

What am I missing?

Kivas wishes you to wear
this set of clothes

and to sit in your chair.

I have no reason to accede
to Mr. Fajo's wishes.

He will give you reasons
if you force him to.

Mr. Fajo is deluding himself if
he believes he can keep me here.

The Enterprise is
certain to find me.

They're not even
looking for you.

They think you're destroyed.

Your shuttle blew up.

A hytritium explosion.

They will scan the debris
and discover I was not aboard.

They'll find exactly what
they thought they'd find--

traces
of your component elements.

We put them aboard the shuttle
in just the right proportions.

Clearly, Mr. Fajo
has no moral difficulty

with my imprisonment here.

Mr. Fajo has no moral
difficulties at all.

Do you?

Clever, android.

Is it part of your program
to seek out vulnerabilities

in your enemies?

Yes. Are you my enemy?

I obey Fajo and so does everyone
on this ship.

Why?

You are a curious thing,
aren't you?

Do you object to the question?

Kivas finds ways to get
what he wants from his people.

His rewards for loyalty
are lavish.

His punishments for disloyalty
are equally...

Iavish.

You won't find anyone

here on this ship
to help you escape.

Face it, android.

He has you.

It appears...

he has us both.

The reason I can't find anything
is that there's nothing to find.

I've run this analysis
dozens of times over

and there's just no indication
of any malfunction.

No explanation at all?

Well, yeah, there's one

but I don't believe it.

Pilot error?

I know it's hard to accept,
but even the best...

Captain, it's
not only hard to accept

with Data, it's impossible.

I mean, I can't even begin
to calculate the odds.

It's...

Well, if Data were here,
we could ask him.

What are you suggesting,
Lieutenant?

I don't know, sir.

It just doesn't make sense.

And I like for things
to make sense, that's all.

Geordi, maybe if you got
a little rest

and you came at this thing
fresh.

A little rest
isn't going to change

the computer analysis,
Commander.

I'm sure you have done
a complete investigation

and if you wish to continue it

of course, you have
my full support

but we shall be reaching
the Beta Agni system shortly

and I expect you to be rested.

I understand, sir.

Dismissed.

Geordi...

I understand how much we want...

even need to explain
an accident like this.

Sometimes there just
aren't any explanations.

For an android with no feelings

he sure managed
to evoke them in others.

We must select an officer
to replace Data at ops.

Recommendations?

Worf would be my first choice,
sir.

Mine as well.

Make it so.

"He was a man,
take him for all in all

I shall not look
upon his like again."

Lu-lu-lu-lu-lu.

Lu-lu-lu.

You are still wearing
that uniform.

Why?

I am a Starfleet officer.

You are not in Starfleet
any longer.

It's time you adjusted
your program

to accept reality.

Even if I chose to do so

it is doubtful that my program

could be sufficiently altered
to accede

to your wishes.

oh?

I have been designed

with a fundamental respect
for life in all its forms

and a strong inhibition against
causing harm to living beings.

What a marvelous contradiction--
a military pacifist.

Tell me,
whose dreadful idea was it

to enlist you in Starfleet
to begin with?

My skills seemed appropriate
to...

Data, Data, Data,
big mistake, grievous error.

You belong in Starfleet

about as much as I belong
in a verbal contract.

Tell me, Data,
have you killed yet?

No, but I am programmed
with the ability

to use deadly force
in the cause of defense.

Shame on you.

Shame on you.

How neatly you rationalize
your capabilities.

How can you just casually
accept your role in murder?

I would not participate
in a murder.

Perhaps you misunderstand.

Can't you see how much better
it would be for you right here?

The intellectual rewards
alone...

our personal exploration
of the galaxy.

I am at war with no one.

I'm your liberator.

You are a fine debater, sir.

It is a pity you have used
your verbal skills

for mere hucksterism

and the advancement
of your own greed.

Perhaps...

perhaps you would not judge me
so harshly

if you knew
of my desperate youth wasted...

wasted on the streets
of Zibalia.

Your past does not excuse

unethical or immoral
behavior, sir.

Well, it doesn't matter.
It isn't true anyway.

My father was quite
wealthy, actually.

He was a thief.

Data, why don't you put on
these lovely new clothes

and go sit on the chair.

I must decline.

You are going to be
much more of a challenge

than I had first thought.

Finoplak, 100 denkirs.

Now, Data, in the meantime,
here is something

for your logic circuits
to analyze.

oh, don't worry, the solvent
won't harm your, uh... skin

but, in seconds

it will completely dissolve
that uniform.

Personally, I'd be delighted
to see you go around naked.

I assume you have no modesty.

But then... I guess
that decency is the rule

of your Starfleet training.

In any case, Data,
why don't you make a decision

about which alternative
you dislike the least.

Make a decision
by dinnertime tonight.

I've invited
a guest to meet you.

And I expect you to be
as entertaining with him

as you have been with me.

Proceeding with departure.

Enterprise Shuttle Bay Two,
prepare for docking.

Level-1 precautions
remain in effect.

I did miss something.

See you later.

Your first watch at ops?

I have served
at the position before.

I've been concerned about you.

About me? Why?

Because I know how I'd feel

if I was asked to replace Data
at his station.

Bridge.

Promotion due to the death
of a crew mate

is commonplace
on Klingon ships.

I know, but this
isn't a Klingon ship

and Data was your friend.

And it's the second time

you've replaced
a crew mate who's died.

I honor Data's memory,
as I did Lieutenant Yar's

by attempting to perform their
duties as well as they did.

In true Klingon fashion.

I appreciate your... concern.

Computer, now replay
shuttle audio transmission

time index: 0423.

This is Data's second trip, hmm?

All right.

Proceeding with departure.

Enterprise Shuttle Bay Two
prepare for docking.

Level-1 precautions
remain in effect.

Shuttle has cleared
Jovis cargo bay.

It sounds just like
the first trip.

Exactly the same.

That's protocol
and that's Data--

following protocol
to the letter.

okay, Computer, now replay
shuttle audio transmission

time index: 0439.

Third and final trip.

Loading is complete.

I am proceeding with departure.

Enterprise Shuttle Bay Two,
prepare for docking.

Level-1 precautions
remain in effect.

That's it.
That's the last communication.

He didn't report the shuttle

clearing the cargo bay
of the Jovis.

of course,
there really wasn't any reason

for him to make voice contact.

He knew we'd be monitoring
his position.

Any other pilot
might not even have bothered

but Data, not following
standard procedures...?

What do you think it means?

I'm not sure, Wes.

I suppose he could
have been too busy.

Maybe he saw
something was wrong.

Without communicating it?

That doesn't sound like Data,
either.

Which means that maybe
something was wrong with him

but there's no other indication
of that--

nothing he said or did during
the entire mission-- none.

Sure wish I could talk to the
last people who saw him alive.

I've added a Veltan sex idol
to my collection.

oh, well, I got four of them.

What?

With the pearls intact?

Please!

Pearls were added
by Ferengi agents

to increase the value.

What is that?

Something new
and you didn't tell me.

Mr. Data, I'm delighted to see

that you dressed
for the occasion.

Say hello to my very
good friend, Palor Toff.

Um...

Uh, Data?

Say hello.

No need to be shy.

It's a mannequin of some sort.

This is not a mannequin.

This is Data.

This is formerly
Lieutenant Commander Data

of the Federation Starfleet.

The only sentient android
in existence.

It doesn't seem particularly
sentient right now.

It's because it's playing a
stupid little game with us.

Well, someone has certainly
played a game on you, Fajo.

I don't find this amusing.

I demand
that you behave normally.

Behave... normally.

I know you can hear me!

He falls well.

I apologize for this.

Do not be upset, my friend.

I'm having a delightful visit.

Come along, Varria.

You're much more fun
than Fajo's new toy.

You'll regret this.

Now entering
the Beta Agni system, sir.

Take us to half-impulse,
Mr. Crusher.

La Forge to Bridge.

Go ahead, Commander.

Captain

a class-2 probe has been loaded

with the hytritium compound
and is... ready to launch.

Now approaching Beta Agni ll,
sir.

Mr. Crusher,
put us into close orbit.

Mr. Data, scan...

My apologies, Mr. Worf.

Scan the colony's
subsurface water.

Scanning.

Tricyanate contamination
confirmed.

Levels approaching
42 parts per million.

Area affected?

30 square kilometers.

Any indication of the source?

Highest concentration, eight
kilometers west of the colony.

Adjust target coordinates.

Aye, sir.

La Forge to Bridge.

According to these figures,
the 81 kilos

of hytritium should be enough
to neutralize the contamination.

Now approaching
target coordinates.

Launch probe.

Probe on target.

Hytritium entering water table.

Disbursement slightly
faster than expected.

Sir, something unusual.

Specify.

I'm getting concentrated
tricyanate readings

of 70 grams per cubic centimeter
at the source coordinates--

much higher
than would normally occur.

Computer, report on geological
instability on Beta Agni ll.

No significant

geological activity has been
recorded on Beta Agni ll

since the settlement
of the Federation colony.

Number one, perhaps you'd
better take an away team down

and have a closer look.

Aye, sir.

Dr. Crusher, join me
in Transporter Room Three.

on my way.

Mr. Worf.

I... would very much like
our relationship to change.

You may expect me to use
every means at my disposal

to resist your wishes.

Why couldn't you just comply?

Why do you have to argue
all the time?

Couldn't you just go sit
on the chair?

Come on, go...
sit on the chair.

I do not intend to sit
in the chair.

You will.

You may not believe it right now

but... you will.

oh...

Have you ever seen
one of these, Data?

It is a disrupter.

Well... no, it's a prototype
for a Varon-T disrupter.

The Varon-T disrupter is banned
in the Federation.

oh, yes.

They only manufactured
five of them.

I own four.

I sleep with one
under my pillow at night

and I sleep very well
knowing it's there, too.

Do you know why?

It is a most lethal weapon.

It's not just lethal.

It's... it's vicious.

It tears a body apart,
inside-out

and does it very slowly, too,
by your phaser standards.

It's a tortuous, very...
very painful death.

I've always wanted to try this.

It is doubtful
you will destroy me

since you assign so much value
to possessing me.

That goes without saying.

Please come in.

Varria, how long
have we been together, my dear?

14 Years.

14.... 14 wonderful years
they were, too.

She was barely an adult
when I found her.

She was idealistic,
naive and full of dreams

and I made those dreams
come true, too, didn't l?

I'm going to miss you.

Fajo.

The contamination's
been neutralized.

The water's clean.

Curious.

The process of neutralization
should have taken several hours.

Naturally occurring tricyanate
does not respond this quickly.

Are you saying
it's not naturally occurring?

There are no natural
trace elements present

in these tricyanate crystals.

If it's artificial

then we're talking
about sabotage.

With tricyanate?

That's hard to believe.

It's slow to assimilate,
difficult to replicate

and hard to transport.

There are a lot easier ways
to poison a water supply.

More effective ways, too.

Can you think of any reason

a saboteur would choose
tricyanate?

It might pass
for a natural disaster.

And since there's only one way
to treat it-- with hytritium--

maybe somebody figured
we couldn't locate it.

It is hard to find.

Then it really was lucky,
wasn't it

that we were able to find
hytritium when we did

and just enough hytritium
for this crisis.

Fajo was in the right place
at the right time

just when we needed him most.

You're suggesting he created
a problem just to solve it?

Possibly.

What, to make a profit

from his sale of hytritium?

It doesn't add up.

The cost of producing tricyanate
is very expensive.

He wouldn't make a profit on it.

Quite the contrary.

Then why would he do it?

What did he want?

Computer, biographical file
on trader Kivas Fajo.

Accessing file-- Kivas Fajo.

A Zibalian trader
of the Stacius Trade Guild.

Educated on lraatan V.

A noted collector
of rare and valuable objects

including the Rejac Crystal

the Starry Night
by Vincent Van Gogh

the Lawmim Galactopedia

the Maliamanda Tapestries...

Computer, that is sufficient.

A rare and valuable object.

What if Data
wasn't on that shuttle?

Mr. Crusher.

Aye, sir.

Set course for the site
of the shuttlepod explosion.

Warp eight.

Aye, sir.

The Jovis has a maximum speed
of warp three.

He's had 23 hours

so we can define a perimeter
of.102 light-years

as his possible distance.

Fajo doesn't know
that we're onto him

so he probably
isn't taxing his engines

at top speed.

He could have made it
to the Nel Bato system

or maybe even the Giles Belt.

He's a trader.

He doesn't attract customers
by being hard to find.

We could put out
a coded level-2 query

to all Federation outposts
within the perimeter.

Make it so.

If I help you escape,
will you take me with you?

He's sleeping.

And there isn't much time.

The consequences
if we are caught...

I know the consequences.

14 years...
you learn a few things.

There's an escape pod
in the aft cargo bay.

Captain, affirmative response
from station Lya lV.

Fajo spent
more than half a day in orbit.

Departed
just over seven hours ago.

Mr. Crusher, new coordinates.

Lay in a course for Lya lV.

Course already laid in, sir.

Perhaps, I should attempt

to communicate
with the Enterprise.

You can't.

Fajo has communications access
restricted to the Bridge.

once we're out, the shuttlepod

will emit an emergency beacon.

We'll just have to hope
somebody responds

before Fajo is able
to destroy us.

I am trained
in evasive maneuvers.

We'll need a few.

Let's get going.

As soon as I start
the escape sequence

an alarm will sound.

We won't have much time.

No!

oh!

It's your fault.

You knew the price
for disobedience

and so did she.

Well, there's always
another Varria.

You won't hurt me.

"Fundamental respect
for all living beings."

That's what you said.

I'm a living being.

Therefore, you can't harm me.

You will surrender yourself
to the authorities.

or what?
You'll fire?

Empty threat, we both know it.

Why don't you accept your fate?

You will return to your chair
and you will sit there.

You will entertain me

and you will
entertain my guests.

And if you don't, I'll
simply kill someone else.

Him, perhaps.

Doesn't matter.

Their blood will be
on your hands, too

just like poor Varria's.

Your only alternative, Data

is to fire.

Murder me.

That's all you have to do.

Go ahead, fire.

If only you could feel rage
over Varria's death.

If only you could feel
a need for revenge

then maybe you could fire.

But you're just an android.

You can't feel anything,
can you?

It's just another

interesting intellectual
puzzle for you

another of life's...
curiosities.

I cannot permit this
to continue.

Wait, your program
won't allow you to fire.

You can't fire.

No.

I'm reading a weapon
in transit with Commander Data.

It seems
to have discharged, sir.

Discharged?

I'm deactivating it.

Welcome back, Mr. Data.

You all right?

Yes, Commander.

Please arrange to have
Kivas Fajo taken into custody

on charges of murder,
kidnapping, theft...

The arrangements have
already been made.

A Varon-T disrupter.

It belongs to Fajo.

Mr. o'Brien says the weapon
was in a state of discharge.

Perhaps something occurred
during transport, Commander.

oh, have you come
to see me repent?

Your final satisfaction?

Want to see me beg for mercy?

You're not going to get
any of that from me.

I expected nothing.

our roles are reversed.

Aren't they, Data?

You're the collector now.

Me, I'm... I'm in a cage.

So it seems.

Just don't count me out
too quickly.

I had you in my collection once.

I can have you there again.

Unlikely, sir.

Your collection
has been confiscated.

All of your stolen possessions

are being returned
to their rightful owners.

You have lost everything
you value.

It must give you great pleasure.

No, sir, it does not.

I do not feel pleasure.

I am only an android.