All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s03e25.Transfigurations

Captain's Log, Stardate 43957.2.

We are charting
an unexplored star system

within the Zeta Gelis Cluster.

This routine assignment
has made

for a refreshingly quiet time
aboard the Enterprise.

That's her.

Which one?

The one on the right.

Don't stare.

Why not?

Because she'll see.

Good.

You must let her see
the fire in your eyes.

But what would I say?

Words come later.

It is the scent
that first speaks of love.

Thanks, Worf.

That helps a lot.

Hi, Geordi.

Hi.

So, how have you been?

Good, uh...

How are things
down in Engineering?

Fine, they...

They-They've been fine.

Well, I'll see you around.

I have much to teach you
about women.

Mr. La Forge, report
to Transporter Room Three.

What's this all about,
Commander?

Sensors have discovered
a small one-man spaceship

crashed on the planet.

We've picked up life-signs--
humanoid, very faint and fading.

Radiation levels
within acceptable limits.

We can beam him
out from under there.

Get him right up to Sick Bay.

He's not stable enough
for transport.

There's damage
to his brain stem.

Autonomic functions are failing.

His heart needs
active neural feedback.

It can't regulate itself.

I need a volunteer.

Right here.

I'm going to hook up
your nervous systems

through the tricorder.

Your brain will
regulate both systems.

That should stabilize him

Iong enough to get him
up to the ship.

Take deep, regular breaths.

If anything goes wrong

I'll break the connection.

okay.

Geordi.

I'm fine. No problem.

Transporter Room.

Three to beam directly
to Sick Bay.

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.

Autonomic responses
are still low.

Begin cardiostimulation.

60 cc's of inaprovaline.

Massive infection is setting in.

Use the protodynoplaser
to stabilize his immune system.

We need to design a virus

that can infiltrate
his cell structure

and boost his ATP production.

What about Commander La Forge?

He's waiting
in the diagnostic center.

I need you to give him
a full bio-scan.

See if there's
any residual effect

from that energy discharge

during the neurolink.

Keep his arm in cryogenic stasis

until the vital signs
are strong enough

for surgical procedures.

From the size and shape
of the wreckage

it appeared to be
some kind of an escape pod.

Their control system
was badly damaged

which is probably
what caused the crash.

An escape pod?

Then he couldn't
have traveled very far.

Mr. Data, are there any other
signs of ships in the area?

I am picking up
a scattering of debris

in extended orbit
around the planet.

It reads as refined metals
and other synthetic compounds.

The remains of a larger vessel.

He must have left in the pod
before the ship was destroyed.

Sensors show trace elements
in the debris

that would indicate phaser fire

was recently exchanged.

Were you able to salvage
anything else

from the escape pod?

This is all that was left
from their computer system.

Mr. Data, can you access it?

It will take time, sir.

Downloading this into our system

will require fabrication
of a matrix translator

to emulate
the alien's computer system.

Keep me apprised
of your progress.

Aye, sir.

Limb re-fusion appears
to be successful, Doctor.

Tissue oxygenation
is within norms.

Hmm. That's all
we can do for now.

We won't be able

to test neuromuscular
function for a few days.

Ah, Geordi.

Can I go now, Doc?

No need to keep you here.

Your bio-scan came out negative.

Could have told you that.

I feel great.

How's your patient?

I never thought
he'd make it this far.

There was major trauma
to his head and chest cavity

massive plasma loss and severe
damage to most of his organs.

What are his chances?

I believe he's going to live.

I'm afraid I can't take
the credit for it, though.

His body seems to have
amazing recuperative powers.

The damaged tissue seems
to be repairing itself

at a phenomenal rate.

There's one thing
that troubles me, though.

What's that?

Take a look at this.

Cell regeneration.

Yes.

The thing is, it has nothing
to do with the injuries.

These are undamaged cells
that seem to be mutating.

Do you have a theory
as to the cause?

No, I've never seen anything
like it in my life.

There is a possibility

that it's part of his
natural healing process.

I hope it is

because there's nothing
I can do to stop it.

I'm telling you, Data,
there's got to be some way

to decode the information
in this thing.

I agree, Geordi, but the data
matrix within the capsule

does not correspond
to any standard format.

All we have been
able to determine

is that the device contains

a chemically-based system
for molecular energy encoding.

Yeah, and the computer
still can't analyze

the specific chemical
elements involved.

It's got to be part
of the data processing system.

What if... it's a feedback
loop controller?

The compact shape does suggest

a rapid chemical processing
and storage capacity.

We found it
near the escape pod's

instrumentation assemblage.

This capsule might process
the ship's dynamic motions

and augment
its manual control inputs.

You know, we could
send it a few test signals.

Make it think
the entire assemblage

was awake and operating.

An intriguing experiment.

The capsule might provide us
with information

without the need to decode
the storage medium itself.

Perhaps we should examine
your theory immediately.

Less talk, more synthehol.

We came here to relax.

I am relaxed.

In fact, I've never felt better.

But you know, Worf,
you're right.

The storage capsule
can wait awhile.

See you, Patti.

Christi, you're not
leaving, are you?

I was just on my way
down to the arboretum.

Would you care for some company?

I'd love some,
but I didn't think

you were interested
in that kind of thing.

There are a lot of things
that you don't know about me.

I've been tutoring him.

He learns very quickly.

Medical Log, Stardate 43958.8.

I have removed patient
"John Doe"

from the emergency
bio-support unit.

In just 36 hours,
most of his major organ systems

have regenerated themselves

to the point where they can
now function on their own.

I am alive.

You certainly are.

Thank you for my life.

Tell me...

who am l?

Captain's Log, Stardate 43960.6.

our mission to map
the Zeta Gelis Star Cluster

is proceeding on schedule.

Meanwhile, Dr. Crusher reports

that the recovery of the patient
she has named John Doe

continues at a remarkable pace.

Are you experiencing
any discomfort?

None.

I can feel the life
returning to my body.

Your neurofibrowaves

are functioning
almost normally again.

That puts you

about six weeks ahead
of my original schedule.

That should give you
and your colleagues

something to talk about.

You are all we've talked about
since your arrival.

I believe I'm ready

for the next phase
of my treatment.

You are right.

It is about time you stopped
taking up valuable bed space.

Now, these motor-assist bands
will provide you

with electrical stimulation
for your arms and legs.

They will help you to relearn

how to control
your muscles again.

But remember

you've been off your feet
for almost a month.

So, don't be disappointed

if at first your mobility
is restricted.

Your limbs are still weak.

I appreciate
your concern, Doctor

but I think I may
surprise you again.

I feel strong enough to fly.

Whoa.

Perhaps I should concentrate
on walking first.

Let's try it again, but a
little more slowly this time.

Much more slowly.

I envy your reflexes, Captain.

I envy your strength of will.

Dr. Crusher has been keeping me
informed of your progress.

It's really quite extraordinary.

I have an extraordinary doctor.

She gave me back my life.

I hope that I am worthy
of her efforts.

Are you still unable

to recall anything
about your past?

Unfortunately, Captain

my memories begin the moment
I woke up in Sick Bay.

Dr. Crusher told me

you think I was
in some kind of battle.

We're quite sure of that.

Have you any idea

how you came to be
in that escape pod

or what happened to the ship?

No.

Believe me, Captain,
it's a horrible feeling

not knowing who you are,
where you're from...

Have you tried
synaptic induction?

His neural nets don't conform
to any known patterns.

Conventional neurotherapy
has proven ineffective.

Hopefully, in time,
his memory pathways

will reestablish themselves
naturally.

That same pain?

Yes.

I think I've made
enough progress for one day.

Not a relapse, I hope.

This has nothing to do
with his previous wounds.

I think this has something to do

with the continuing mutation
of his cell structure.

And you still have no theory
as to what's causing it?

It doesn't make any sense.

I seem to be a mystery, Doctor.

To you...

and to myself.

Well, this is where I get off.

See you tonight in Ten-Forward?

Yeah, I'll be there.

Hello, Commander.

Miss Henshaw.

Bridge.

Deck six.

So, you and Miss Henshaw

have been seeing
a lot of each other.

Every night this week.

Is that all?

I thought you'd
been walking around

with that smile on your face
a lot longer than that.

Well, I guess I have.

This whole last month or so

everything seems
to be going my way.

I don't know what it is

but something sure has
changed around here.

The only thing
that's changed is you.

Me? I'm the same old guy
I always was.

If you say so.

I don't remember the old Geordi

having that much success
with Miss Christi Henshaw.

Well... maybe I am
a little bit more confident

than I used to be.

What happened to you?

I was kayaking
on the holodeck again.

You dislocated your shoulder.

Sit down.

I'll get the osteotractor frame.

Hi, Mom.

We still on for dinner tonight?

7:30 sharp.

I'll be right back.

Kayaking again?

Yeah.

How's my mom's favorite patient?

Judge for yourself.

Not bad.

Your mom promised me
a tour of the ship tomorrow.

You may find this
hard to believe

but Sick Bay can be

an incredibly
boring place to be.

Hey, Doc!

I'm dying out here.

Don't worry, my friend.

You'll be all right.

The pain's gone.

It's completely healed.

I don't understand.

What did you do?

I don't know.

It was instinct.

I just touched him.

I've run every test and scan
on him that I can think of.

And yet, there's
no physiological evidence

to indicate that he would
possess such powers.

But then, there's so much
about John that's a mystery.

You know, I really like him.

He does have a certain charm,
doesn't he?

The entire medical staff
has commented on it.

You seem a little taken
with him yourself.

He has a strength and serenity
that I find very attractive.

And yet, he's vulnerable.

I guess I find him...
intriguing.

Seems like there's a little more
to it than that.

Is this your way of asking me

if I'm getting
romantically involved with him?

You said it, I didn't.

My feelings towards him
aren't romantic...

exactly.

I mean, I know that
the doctor-patient relationship

can sometimes create
a false sense of intimacy

but this... is different.

There's an almost
spiritual connection.

I guess I'm not making
any sense, am l?

I think I understand.

Data, I was thinking about
the storage capsule last night

and I was wondering.

What if we've been going
about this thing the wrong way?

We've been trying to analyze
its mechanical properties.

What if it's
a biochemical storage medium?

Are you suggesting
that it employs

memory RNA,
like an organic cell?

Well, it does contain
quantities of nucleic acids.

Perhaps the information
sequences are encoded

in the molecular
patterns themselves.

Computer, scan
the storage capsule.

Analyze molecular sequences
on nucleic acid chains.

Well, what do you know?

A navigational chart.

It appears that your hypothesis
was correct, Geordi.

I knew it.

Captain.

You found something?

We've determined
that the storage capsule

from John Doe's escape pod

contains navigational
information.

Can you match these stars
to our charts?

Computer, run transformational
matrix calculations.

Match navigational referents
to known stars in this sector.

Information on this sector
is incomplete.

No correlation.

I'm not giving up yet

not after coming so close
to cracking this thing.

You know, that might be
flight path information

from John's ship,
but without a frame of reference

I can't determine
its origin points.

Computer, assume those paths
are course corrections

and derive gravitational values

for stellar objects
near those flight paths.

Most of these are
ordinary G-type stars.

This would appear to be
a neutron star

possibly a pulsar.

Which means that this might be
a rotational time reference.

Computer, assume these symbols
are pulsars.

Translate associated values

into standard
temporal notations.

Computer

is there a pulsar
with a rotational period

of 1.5244 seconds
within sensor range?

Affirmative.

Bingo!

Now, Computer, overlay
navigational chart

using referenced pulsars

and project a flight path
back to its origin.

Flight path originated
at bearing 003 mark 015.

Distance 2.3 parsecs.

That's it, Captain.

That's where John Doe came from.

That bearing is almost directly
along our planned course, sir.

Good. Then, we can
continue our mission

without significant
interruption.

Home?

Yes.

Using the information
we found in your escape pod

we may be able to return you
to your people.

I cannot go back.

Why is that?

You must not
take me home, Captain.

John

your memory-- has it returned?

All I know is
that we came out here to escape.

Escape?

There were others with you?

Yes, I was not alone.

But what happened to the others

or what we were escaping from,
I cannot remember.

But I do know
you must not take me back.

Not yet!

We'll not arrive
in your star system

for at least three weeks.

That will give us plenty of time
to discuss this further.

Hopefully, by then

you will have regained
more of your memory.

You're right.

of course, Captain.

I apologize for my outburst.

It's...

it's understandable.

This ship is astounding.

It seems to stretch on
without end.

We can see the rest
of it some other time.

This is your first day
out of Sick Bay

and I don't want you
to overexert yourself.

This looks like
an ideal place to rest.

My thoughts exactly.

Truly remarkable.

What is?

These people.

They're all so different
from one another

and, yet, they work
together freely.

That surprises you?

It is... new to me.

My people are different somehow.

If only I could remember.

Yesterday...

for one... terrifying moment,
there was clarity.

You mean the energy pulse?

Yes. For that moment,
my purpose seemed clear.

And then it was gone.

The pain... the energy pulse...

must be linked to the cell
mutation in the body.

oh, I wish I could help you
find the truth.

Beverly, you've done
so much for me.

I only wish there was some way
I could repay you.

But you have.

The friendship we've developed
has made me very happy.

The rapport
that exists between us

also means a great deal to me.

But...

I am on some kind of a journey.

Whatever brought me here...

whatever is happening to my body
is all part of that journey.

And I must complete it...

before...
any other consideration.

Sir, I am reading a vessel
on long-range scanners.

It is coming from sector 9569.

What configuration?

Impossible to identify
at this distance.

However, it is
on an intercept course.

Captain

the ship is traveling
at warp 9.72.

Warp 9.72?

Time till intercept?

At present course and speed,
ten hours, 53 minutes.

Try and hail them, Mr. Worf.

No response, Captain.

Keep monitoring their approach.

Repeat the hail
every half an hour.

Aye, sir.

Whoever they are, they're
in a big hurry to get here.

Dr. Crusher, medical emergency,
room four.

I can't make it stop.

John, tell me.

Is it worse than before?

Much worse.

Should I get something
for the pain?

No. The readings are
fluctuating too wildly.

Besides, it wouldn't
do any good.

His entire cell structure
is transforming.

I have to leave, Beverly.

John, where do you have to go?

I must get off this ship.

That's impossible.

Not in your condition.

I must!

Security.

okay, let's realign
the magnetic inducer

on the starboard nacelle.

John.

Leave the control booth
immediately!

John, listen to me.

You must come down.

I'll try to help you.

Step away from the controls.

Get back.

Please stay away.

I have no wish to harm you

but you must return
to Sick Bay immediately.

No. Do not come any closer.

I cannot control
what is happening to me.

His neck is broken.

No life signs.

Sick Bay,
form a resuscitation team.

I have a code seven
in Shuttle Bay Two.

Transporter room, stand by.

Hold it!

No, don't.

Hold still.

Doc?

I can't believe it.

There's no trace of injury.

You admit you were trying
to steal a shuttlecraft.

Yes.

So, I ask you again, why?

I don't know.

Unacceptable.
You had a reason.

I want to know what it was.

Damn it, you nearly killed
a member of my crew.

And healed him.

I'm not forgetting that.

That's the reason
he's here and not in the brig.

I warned him.

Told him it was dangerous.

Why?

Why was it dangerous?

What is happening to you?

I don't know.

The rate of metamorphosis
is accelerating.

It's almost as if your body

is generating
an electrical field

that's warping the tissue.

Who are you?

What are you?

I'm afraid...

for myself, for all of you.

I have to get away.

Isolate myself.

Whatever is happening to me,
it's dangerous.

As Lieutenant Worf discovered.

I don't want to hurt anyone.

Captain, for the sake
of your crew

Iet me go
before this happens again.

John, I don't believe
you're capable of harming any...

Captain.

The alien vessel is coming
within weapon's range.

Its shields are up.

I'm on my way.

I want him kept
under constant surveillance.

John.

I really want to thank you.

For what?

I don't know how, or even why

but, down on the planet,
you gave me something

a... well, a new confidence.

I doubt I can take credit
for that.

Perhaps I only helped you
find something you already had.

Captain, on screen.

Alien vessel approaching

at half-impulse, sir.

Heading, 051 mark 1 14.

Raise shields.

Slow to one-third impulse power.

Bring us to 103 mark 025.

Mr. Worf, hail the alien vessel.

They continue
to ignore our hail, sir.

They are scanning us, sir.

They are answering our hail,
Captain.

on screen.

Sunad.

You know him?

Yes.

I don't know how,
but... he's dangerous.

I am Commander Sunad of Zalkon.

You are trespassing
into our space

and you are holding
a Zalkonian citizen.

I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard

of the United Federation
of Planets.

We do not intend
transgression...

You will return him
to us immediately.

Sunad, this individual
is a guest aboard our ship.

We found him dying
in a shipwreck.

We have returned him to health.

Then you aided a criminal.

He is one of four
escaped prisoners.

We eliminated the other three.

We thought this one dead
as well.

Return him
so we may complete our task.

of what is he accused?

He is a disruptive influence.

He spreads lies.

He encourages dissent.

He disturbs the natural order
of our society.

In what way?

That is not your concern!

I will give you two hours
to comply.

Tactical analysis.

The Zalkonian ship
has a formidable armament.

Their weaponry
is comparable to ours.

They're as fast
as the Enterprise

and probably just
as maneuverable.

Counselor, do they mean
to carry out their threat?

I believe so.

Sunad's hatred
for John was evident

but there's something else.

The Zalkonians
are afraid of John.

Commander Riker, Counselor,
Doctor.

John, I want you to join us.

Mr. Data, you have the Bridge.

Mr. Worf, stay at Tactical.

Counter any moves
the Zalkonian makes.

Aye, sir.

I can neither confirm nor deny
what the Zalkonians told you.

They make serious
accusations against you.

Their accusations may be true.

I don't know.

I don't believe
that I am a criminal.

You understand
the difficult position

in which I am placed.

Completely.

And I refuse to place
your ship in danger.

If necessary,
I will surrender to them.

But I am convinced

there is more at stake
here than my life.

There is something...
important I must complete.

My survival is vital.

If I could explain it, I would.

I will inform you
of my decision shortly.

Captain

you can't seriously
be considering...

We must consider all options,
Doctor, and not let

our personal feelings
impede our judgment.

You're going to tell me
it's irrelevant

that we'll be sending him
to his death?

Whether we approve
of the Zalkonians' intentions

is not the issue.

But for what it's worth,
I believe that John is correct.

That his existence
has broader ramifications

than that of a simple criminal.

Sunad thinks so.

He feels personally threatened
by John.

Sunad called John
a "disruptive influence."

That's hardly a capital offense.

It's not up to us
to judge their laws, Doctor.

I know how I would feel
if the situation were reversed--

if they were in our territory
holding a Federation citizen.

The Zalkonians truly
don't understand

our indecision
about returning John.

In their eyes,
we shouldn't even be involved.

But we are involved.

I saved his life.

For what?

So that they could
chase him down

and take away that life again?

Picard, we will not tolerate
more delays.

Commander, let me remind you.

We are on a mission
of exploration.

our purpose is to establish
peaceful relations

with the civilizations
we encounter.

We do not want relations
with you.

If that is your wish,
we will respect it.

We simply want you
to leave Zalkonian space

as soon as you return
the criminal.

Commander, we will leave.

It is not our policy
to intervene

in the affairs
of other cultures.

But before I return
the survivor to you

I would appreciate
a more detailed explanation

of what he has done
to merit a death sentence.

As I said,
it is not your concern.

Agreed, however

there are circumstances
of which you may be unaware.

The survivor has suffered
a memory loss.

He's, therefore, ill-equipped

to defend himself
against your accusations.

There is no defense.

our judgment is final.

There's something else.

Since his recovery, he's
manifested unusual abilities.

What kind of abilities?

He apparently has the power

to heal injuries
with a simple touch.

Lies.

And even
to reverse death itself.

obviously,
he has corrupted you as well.

I see I'm wasting my time.

I can't breathe.

It's come back to me, Beverly.

I know who I am...

what I am.

Ready all weapons.

You will no longer harm
these people, Sunad.

Fire upon that ship.

Do not be afraid.

I won't hurt you.

Kill him, Captain.

He's evil.

You could learn
from these people, Sunad.

They do not fear me.

They don't know
how dangerous you are--

you and the others like you.

That is what you
and the other leaders

have maintained for generations,
but it is not true.

Captain,
my species is on the verge

of a wondrous
evolutionary change--

a transmutation
beyond our physical being.

I am the first of my kind
to approach this metamorphosis.

They tried to convince us

it was a sickness
we would never survive

that the pain and energy
pulses would kill us.

They claimed we were dangerous,
so they destroyed anyone

who exhibited the signs
of the transfiguration.

We were protecting our society.

By murdering us?

You saw the mutations
as a threat to your authority.

You were terrified of something
you couldn't understand.

Some suspected that what
was happening to them

was not evil.

Four of us decided
to flee Zalkon

and let the metamorphosis
take its course.

You hunted us down

killed the others,
but I survived...

with the help of a kind...

and generous people.

There is nothing to fear.

You can join me.

All Zalkonians can.

Let me show you.

Don't touch me!

As you wish

but others will listen

now that you can
no longer prevent me

from telling them the truth.

Those who are willing
will follow me.

Sunad is back aboard
the Zalkonian vessel, Captain.

My people are
about to embark on a new realm--

a new plane of existence,
thanks to you.

It is our mission
to seek out life in all forms.

We are privileged
to have been present

at the emergence
of a new species.

Beverly, you gave me life
and more.

I do not have the words
for my gratitude

nor my sorrow at leaving you.