Original subtitles

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.