All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s04e01.The.Best.of.Both.Worlds-Part.2

Last time on Star Trek:
The Next Generation:

Mr. Worf,
dispatch a subspace message

to Admiral Hanson.

We have engaged the Borg.

Data, fluctuate phaser
resonance frequencies.

Random settings,
keep them changing.

Don't give them time to adapt.

We're coming
with every available starship

to assist, Captain

but the closest help
is six days away.

All you know how to do
is play it safe.

If you can't make
the big decisions, Commander

I suggest you make room
for someone who can.

If we can generate
a concentrated burst of power

at that same
frequency distribution...

How do we do that?

The main deflector dish.

Shelby to Enterprise.

We've found
the Captain's uniform

and his communicator.

Jean-Luc.

We were unable
to retrieve him, sir.

The Captain has been
altered by the Borg.

Will, he's alive.

If we could get him
back to the ship

I might be able to restore...

This is our only chance
to destroy them.

If they get back into warp,
our weapon is useless.

I am Locutus of Borg.

From this time forward,
you will service us.

Mr. Worf... fire.

And now, the conclusion.

And now, the conclusion.

Deflector power
approaching maximum limits.

Energy discharge in six seconds.

Firing, sir.

The Borg ship is undamaged.

Impossible.

Warning. Warp reactor core
primary coolant failure.

I can't maintain it much longer,
Commander.

Warning. Exceeding
reaction chamber thermal limit.

Cease fire.

Shutting down warp engines.

They couldn't have
adapted that quickly.

The knowledge and experience
of the human, Picard

is part of us now.

It has prepared us for all
possible courses of action.

Your resistance is hopeless...

Number One.

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.

First Officer's Log,
Stardate 44001.4.

The Borg ship has resumed
its course toward Earth.

We are unable to pursue pending
repairs to the Enterprise.

As we anticipated,
the blast burned out

our main navigational deflector.

We also have damage
to our shields

and our reactor core.

We should be back up
in eight to 12 hours, Admiral.

Well, we'll miss you
at the party.

The Enterprise will be there.

Maybe a little late,
but we'll be there, sir.

Your engagements
have given us valuable time.

We've mobilized a fleet
of 40 starships at Wolf 359.

And that's just for starters.

The Klingons are sending
warships.

Hell, we've even thought

of opening communications
with the Romulans.

You realize, Admiral, that with
the assistance of Captain Picard

the Borg will be ready
for your defenses.

Lieutenant, a few years ago,
I watched a freshman cadet

pass four upperclassmen
on the last hill

of a 40-kilometer run
at Danula ll.

The damnedest thing I ever saw.

The only freshman to ever win
the Academy marathon.

I made it my business
to get to know that young fellow

and I got to know
him very, very well.

And I'll tell you something--

I never met anyone
with more drive, determination

or more courage
than Jean-Luc Picard

and there is no way in hell
that he would assist the Borg.

I want that clear.

Of course, Admiral.

He is... a casualty of war.

Then we have abandoned
all hope of recovering him.

In less than 24 hours

this armada's going to hit
that Borg vessel

with everything we can muster.

Either they survive or we do.

And as for Picard...

a great man has been lost.

Your Captain.
My friend.

Commander Riker,
I hereby promote you

to the field commission
of Captain.

The Enterprise is your ship now.

Congratulations.

I wish the circumstances
were different.

Likewise.

Good luck, Admiral.

Mm. To us all.

And Mr. Crusher suggests
we might design a chip

that would automatically
re-tune the phasers

to a random setting
after each discharge.

Engineering.

That would be a great advantage.

We should also see
if there's some way

that we can neutralize
their force fields.

We've got to let them know that
we can adapt, too, Mr. Worf.

We're no longer
just fighting the Borg.

We're fighting
the life experience

they've stolen
from Captain Picard.

Now, how the hell
do we defeat an enemy

that knows us better
than we know ourselves?

The Borg have neither
honor nor courage.

That is our greatest advantage.

I hope it's enough.

Accelerator coils
are responding normally.

Excellent.

Forward shields at 58%.

Aft shields...
Sensors must be down.

Checking. Sensors are fine.

No, aft shields
have completely failed.

Damn it!

Auxiliary generators
are out again.

Just the man I need.

We're having some problems
with the aft shields.

The generator's
going on and off-line.

I could really use
your help, Worf.

How soon do we
get underway, Geordi?

Still a couple of hours.

Commander Shelby
can fill you in.

The main navigational deflector
is functional again.

Sherbourne and Barclay
are running through

the final testing
sequence now.

The warp reactor core?

Reconstruction
is proceeding normally.

It's slow work.

If we can nail down
this shield generator problem

I agree with La Forge.

We should be back at operating
capacity in two to three hours.

Good.

Anything else, sir?

Yes. You did a good job
on the Borg ship.

I didn't get Picard.

You stopped them.

You gave us our shot.

Sir, l...

Commander, we don't have
to like each other

to work well together.

As a matter of fact

I'd like you to continue
to keep me on my toes.

Some might define that
as the role

of a First Officer.

Damn, you are ambitious,
aren't you, Shelby?

Captain Riker, based
on our past relationship

there's no reason
for me to expect

to become your First Officer

except that you need me.

I know how to get things done

and I have the expertise
in the Borg.

And you have a lot to learn,
Commander.

Yes, sir.

Almost as much as I had
to learn when I came onboard

as Captain Picard's
First Officer.

A fact he reminded me of

when I commented on what a pain
in the neck you are.

Yes, sir.

Data to Riker.
Message from Starfleet, Captain.

Go ahead, Data.

Starfleet reports
it has engaged the Borg

at Wolf 359, sir.

Admiral Hanson
on subspace, Captain.

On screen.

Admiral?

The fight does not
go well, Enterprise.

We're attempting
to withdraw and regroup.

Rendezvous with fleet...

Captain's Log, Stardate 44002.3.

Repairs are complete
and the Enterprise

is warping to rendezvous
with Starfleet at Wolf 359.

Communications from the site
of battle have been cut off

possibly due
to Borg interference.

Lieutenant Worf,
everyone in this room

shares my respect
for your service to this ship

but, right now, I need
your experience at tactical.

Commander Data, I realize
your very nature omits ambition.

Nevertheless, I want you to know

I seriously considered you
as First Officer.

Thank you, sir.

But this is not
the time for change.

I need all of you where you are

where Captain Picard
always relied on you.

I have been... reluctantly...
forced to conclude

that Commander Shelby,
our expert on the Borg

is an ideal choice at this time

for First Officer.

Based on our latest
communication, we can assume

that the Borg survived
the fleet's attack.

Your thoughts
on our next encounter.

What about the heavy graviton
beam we were talking about?

I've gone over it four times.

The local field distortion
just wouldn't be strong enough

to incapacitate them.

Dr. Crusher and l
have been working on

an interesting premise.

With our recent experience
in nanotechnology

we might be able to introduce

a destructive breed of nanites
into the Borg.

Nanites?

Robots

small enough
to enter living cells.

How long would it take
to execute that?

That's the problem--
two to three weeks.

In two or three weeks,
nanites may be

all that's left
of the Federation.

We have the new phaser adapters.

Maybe in concert

with the photon torpedoes,
we can slow them down.

I'm sure Captain Picard

would have something
meaningful and inspirational

to say right now.

To tell you the truth,
I wish he was here

'cause I'd like to hear it, too.

I know how difficult
this transition

has been for all of you.

I can take over for him

but I could never replace
Captain Picard

nor would I ever try.

Whatever the outcome

I'm sure our efforts
in the coming battle

will justify his faith
in all of us.

Dismissed.

What would you do?

Come.

May I speak to you, Captain?

Actually, Guinan, l...

You know, Picard and l
used to talk

every now and then,
when one of us needed to.

I guess I'm just used
to having the Captain's ear.

What's on your mind?

I've heard a lot of people
talking down in Ten-Forward.

They expect to be dead
in the next day or so.

They trust you.

They like you.

But they don't believe
anyone can save them.

I'm not sure anyone can.

When a man is convinced
he's going to die tomorrow

he'll probably find a way
to make it happen.

The only one who can
turn this around is you.

I'll do the best I can.

You're going to have to do
something you don't want to do.

You have to let go of Picard.

Maybe you haven't heard.

I tried to kill him yesterday.

You tried to kill whatever
that is on the Borg ship--

not Picard.

Picard is still here with us.

In this room.

If he had died,
it would be easier.

But he didn't.

They took him from us
a piece at a time.

Did he ever tell you
why we're so close?

No.

Oh.

Then let me just say
that our relationship

is beyond friendship,
beyond family.

And I will let him go.

And you must do the same.

There can only be one Captain.

It's not that simple.

This was his crew.

He wrote the book on this ship.

If the Borg know
everything he knows

it's time to throw
that book away.

You must let him go, Riker.

It's the only way to beat him.

The only way to save him.

And that is now your chair...

Captain.

We are now approaching
the Wolf system, Captain.

On my way.

Slow to impulse.

Take us to the battle
coordinates, Mr. Crusher.

Yellow Alert.

Sensors are picking up
several vessels, Captain.

The fleet?

No active subspace fields.

Negligible power readings.

Life signs?

Negative, sir.

Visual contact.

On screen.

The Tolstoy.

The Kyushu.

The Melbourne.

Sir, sensors are picking up
unusually strong eddy currents

bearing 200 mark 21 1.

Data, analysis?

It could indicate the course
of the Borg ship, sir.

Ensign Crusher, set in a course
that follows those currents.

Commander Shelby,
prepare to initiate

your plan to separate
the saucer section

when we find the Borg.

Sir, I must remind you

that Captain Picard
was briefed on that plan.

The Borg will be
prepared for it.

I'm aware of that, Commander.

In fact, I'm counting on it.

Crusher, Cartaino, Gleason,
report to the Battle Bridge.

Mr. Data, Mr. Worf

I have a special mission
for you.

Locutus of Borg

this is Captain William T. Riker
of the USS Enterprise.

You may speak.

We wish to end the hostilities.

Then you must
unconditionally surrender.

We are prepared to meet
to discuss your terms.

It is unlikely you are prepared
to discuss terms.

It is more likely that this is
an attempt at deception.

Come now, Locutus.

If Picard's knowledge
and experience

is part of you

then you know
that I've never lied to him.

You should also
implicitly trust me.

Is that not so?

Picard implicitly trusted you.

Then trust me now.

Meet to discuss your terms.

Discussion is irrelevant.

There are no terms.

You will disarm all your weapons
and escort us to Sector 001

where we will begin assimilating
your culture and...

Mr. Gleason, can you
pinpoint the source

of the Borg transmission?

I can put you
within 30 meters of it, sir.

O'Brien, report.

The Borg have adapted
their electromagnetic field

to prevent main
transporter function, sir.

As expected.

Mr. Data, Mr. Worf,
proceed as we discussed.

Aye, Captain.

Channel open, sir.

We would like time
to prepare our people

for assimilation.

Preparation is irrelevant.

Your people will be assimilated
as easily as Picard has been.

Your attempt at a delay

will not be successful,
Number One.

We will proceed to Earth

and if you attempt to intervene,
we will destroy you.

Then take your best shot,
Locutus

'cause we are
about to intervene.

Channel closed.

Reset subspace communications.

Scrambler code, Riker One.

Scrambler code Riker One,
acknowledged.

Shelby, report.

Ready for separation.

Make it so.

Auto-sep sequence initiated.

Docking latches clear.

Separation complete.

Saucer velocity, 100 meters
per second and increasing, sir.

Open fire. All weapons.

Fire.

Borg tractor beam
attempting to lock on, sir.

Evasive maneuvers,
pattern Riker Alpha.

Riker Alpha, confirmed.

They're ignoring
the saucer section completely.

Just as you should, Captain.

Ensign, evasive pattern
Riker Beta.

Riker Beta, confirmed.

Proceed to second phase,
Commander Shelby.

Acknowledged.

Fire antimatter spread.

Shuttle launch sequence
confirmed.

Departing Enterprise
in exactly three seconds.

The Borg tractor beam has moved
toward the antimatter spread.

They might be picking up
the engine ionization

from the shuttle.

Data, cut your engines.

Take her in unpowered.

Shuttle has penetrated
the Borg electromagnetic field.

Understood.

The shuttle escape transporter
should provide enough power

to beam us onto the Borg ship
from here, sir.

Proceed.

Data!

Mission accomplished.

We have him.

Firing shuttle thrusters.

They're clear
of the Borg field, sir.

Beam them out of there,
Mr. O'Brien.

Locked in.

Transport successful, sir.

Captain, we've sustained damage
to the impulse drive.

The saucer section is disabled.

Reading subspace field
fluctuations from the Borg ship.

Looks like they're getting
ready to increase power.

Stand by, Mr. La Forge.

Aye, sir.

The saucer section's
a sitting duck.

Prepare to draw their fire.

Captain, the Borg ship
is moving away.

It's resuming its course
towards Earth, sir.

Rendezvous
with the saucer section.

Lay in a course of pursuit.

There is extensive infiltration

of the microcircuit fibers
into the surrounding tissue.

His DNA is being rewritten.

Can you revive him?

I'd like more time to study

the structural changes
in the motor pathways.

We don't have more time, Doctor.

Once he was wired into the Borg

they knew everything
that he knew.

I just hope it goes both ways.

If we're lucky, he had access

to everything we need
to know about them.

Especially their
vulnerabilities.

Jean-Luc, it's Beverly.

Can you hear me?

Beverly... Crusher... Doctor.

Yes.

Don't try to move.

I am on board the Enterprise.

That's right.

A futile maneuver.

Incorrect strategy, Number One

to risk your crew and ship
to retrieve only one man.

Picard would never
have approved.

You underestimate
us, if you believe

this abduction is any concern.

There is no need
for apprehension.

I intend no harm.

No harm.

I will continue

aboard this ship,
to speak for the Borg

while they continue,
without further diversion

to Sector 001

where they will force
your unconditional surrender.

Using multimodal
reflection sorting

I have been able to detect

a complex series
of subspace signals

between Locutus
and the Borg ship.

That's how
they're controlling him?

It is not just a matter
of control, Doctor.

The signals are interactive
across a subspace domain

similar to that
of a transporter beam.

I would hypothesize
that these frequencies

form the basis of the Borg's
collective consciousness.

Can't we block them?

Possibly, but as you may recall,
on several occasions

we have witnessed
the Borg removing key circuits

from injured comrades.

No doubt separating them
from the group consciousness.

The injured Borg
immediately self-destructed.

That is correct, sir.

Cutting the link to Locutus
might be fatal to the Captain.

We have to find a way
to reach him.

We must know what he knows.

Without
these interactive signals

it would only be a matter
of microsurgery--

I could do it.

But as long
as these Borg implants

are functioning, there's no way

I can separate the man
from the machine.

Then perhaps there is a way

I can access the machine,
Doctor.

Worf. Klingon species.
A warrior race.

You, too, will be assimilated.

The Klingon Empire
will never yield.

Why do you resist?

We only wish to raise
quality of life

for all species.

I like my species the way it is.

A narrow vision.

You will become one
with the Borg.

You will all become one
with the Borg.

The android...

Data...
primitive artificial organism.

You will be obsolete
in the new order.

Take him to your lab, Data.

Shelby to Riker.

Go ahead.

Captain, the Borg
have entered Sector 001.

The Borg have dropped
out of warp, sir.

Jupiter Outpost 92
reported visual contact

at 1200 hours, 13 minutes.

Planetary defenses?

Responding.
No reports on effectiveness

but I really can't believe
that against the Borg...

Ensign Crusher,
at their current speed

when will they reach Earth?

27 minutes.

The soonest we could intercept?

42 minutes, sir.

Riker to Data.

What's your status?

The initial
cybernetic connection

into Captain Picard's neural net
pathways has been established.

Mr. O'Brien is ready

to process the Borg signal

through the transport
pattern buffer.

Make it so.

With dispatch, Mr. Data.

Proceeding immediately, sir.

Data out.

The neural link
will be established

in three stages.

Doctor, I suggest

you closely observe
Captain Picard's life signs

while, at each stage

Chief O'Brien monitors
my positronic matrix activity.

Counselor

hopefully, you will
be able to determine

whether I am reaching
Captain Picard.

At what point

should I shut it down
if there's a problem?

I do not know.

I have never done this before.

Initiating first neural link.

The Captain's vital signs
are stable.

Positronic activity unchanged.

First neural connection
is confirmed.

I cannot report

any significant access
to the Borg consciousness.

It is confirmed.

The Borg have broken through
the Mars Defense Perimeter.

Enterprise now approaching
Terran system, sir.

Slow to impulse.

Time to intercept?

23 minutes, 14 seconds, sir.

Second neural connection
is confirmed.

I still cannot report

any significant access.

Proceeding with the final link.

Significant increase
in premotor area

and hypothalamus activity.

His heartbeat is accelerating
rapidly.

Sir, your submicron
matrix activity

is increasing exponentially.

Neural connections complete.

I have access
to the Borg subspace signals.

Processing.

Processing.

Data.

Stand by.

Processing.

Processing.

Fascinating.

The Borg group consciousness
is divided into subcommands

necessary to carry out
all functions.

Defense,
communication, navigation--

they are all controlled

by a root command
implanted into ea...

Data, I'm picking up increased

neural activity
in Captain Picard

Iocalized in the prefrontal
and parietal lobes.

The Borg might be trying

to terminate
their link with him.

Negative.

The subspace signal
configuration is unchanged.

What is causing the increased
neural activity is unclear.

No, it's not.

It's him.

It's Picard.

Troi to Bridge.

Data has made first contact
with Captain Picard.

Can you communicate
with him, Data?

I have been unable
to create a neural path

around the Borg implants, sir.

It is Captain Picard himself

who has somehow managed
to initiate contact.

Sir, the Borg have halted
their approach to Earth.

I think we got their attention.

Time to intercept?

Two minutes, four seconds, sir.

They're worried.

They're worried because
we have access to Picard.

Mr. Data, we have two minutes

to figure out
what we can do with it.

Sir, it is clear the Borg
are either unwilling

or unable to terminate
their subspace links.

That may be
their Achilles heel, Captain--

their interdependency.

What do you mean, Doctor?

He's part of their collective
consciousness now.

Cutting him off would be
like asking one of us

to disconnect an arm
or a foot-- we can't do it.

They operate as a single mind.

One of them jumps off a cliff,
they all jump off?

Data, is it possible
to plant a command

into the Borg
collective consciousness?

It is conceivable, sir

but it would require
altering the pathway

from the root command

to affect all iterative
branchpoints in...

Make every effort, Mr. Data.

Sir, what command
shall I attempt to plant?

Something straightforward

Iike "disarm
your weapons systems."

Visual contact with the Borg.

On screen.

Magnify.

Sensors reading increased power
generation from the Borg.

Red Alert.

Load all torpedo bays.

Ready phasers.

Aye, Captain.

Status of Borg weapons.

Their weapon systems
are fully charged.

Data?

Attempting to reroute
subcommand paths, Captain.

Defense systems are protected
by access barriers.

Borg attempting to lock on
tractor beam.

Rotate shield frequencies.

Data, report.

I am unable to penetrate

defense systems command
structure, Captain.

Try the power systems, Data.

See if you can get them
to power down.

Acknowledged.

Attempting new power
subcommand path.

Shields have failed.

They've locked on, sir.

They're pulling us in.

Fire all weapons.

I cannot penetrate Borg
power subcommand structure, sir.

All critical subcommands

are protected, Captain.

Then it's over.

Mr. Crusher, ready a collision
course with the Borg ship.

You heard me--
a collision course!

Yes, sir.

Mr. La Forge, prepare
to go to warp power.

Aye, sir.

Sleep.

He's regaining consciousness.

Sleep.

It's Captain Picard speaking

not Locutus.

Sleep, Data.

He's exhausted.

Yes, Doctor.

But if I may make a supposition,
I do not believe his message

was intended to express fatigue

but to suggest
a course of action.

Borg cutting beam activated.

Mr. Crusher.

Eng...

Data to Bridge.
Stand by.

Stand by all stations.

I am attempting to penetrate

the Borg regenerative
subcommand path.

It is a low-priority system
and may be accessible.

Warning. Outer hull breach.

Sir, shall I execute
evacuation sequence?

Negative, Mr. Worf.

Mr. Data, your final report.

Stand by.

I can't, Mr. Data!

Warning. Inner hull failure
imminent on decks 23, 24 and 25.

Decompression danger.

Mr. Data,
what the hell happened?

I successfully planted a command

into the Borg
collective consciousness.

It misdirected them

to believe it was time
to regenerate.

In effect,
I put them all to sleep.

To sleep?

Yes, sir.

Status of Borg power drive?

Minimal power.

Electromagnetic field?

Nonexistent.

Commander Shelby,
take an away team

and confirm that the Borg are...
asleep.

Delighted, sir.

Mr. Worf.

Shelby to Enterprise.

It's true.

They're all
in a regeneration mode.

They're dormant, sir.

Any indication to how long
we can keep them like this?

Checking.

Tricorder readings are
fluctuating rapidly, Commander.

Shelby to Enterprise.

There are indications here
that their entire power net's

about to feed back on itself.

I'd say we're looking
at a self-destruct sequence

activated
by the Borg's malfunction.

Do you want us
to attempt to disarm it?

Stand by.

There's no way to know

what the destruction of the Borg
ship will do to him.

We should also
consider the advantages

of further examination of the
Borg and their vessel, sir.

I don't think so.

Data, separate yourself
from Captain Picard.

Away team, get yourselves home.

Mr. Crusher, upon their return
move us to a safe position.

Aye, sir.

Life signs are stable.

The DNA around
the microcircuit fiber implants

is returning to normal.

How do you feel?

Almost human.

With just...
a bit of a headache.

We'll get you to Sick Bay.

We won't have any trouble
getting those implants out now.

How much do you remember?

Everything.

Including some brilliantly
unorthodox strategy

from a former First Officer
of mine.

...and Earth Station
McKinley has advised

that they're ready to begin
refitting the Enterprise.

And the estimated time
for repairs?

Five or six weeks.

-Come.
-Come.

Request permission to disembark,
sir.

Permission granted.

They picked a fine officer
for the task force, Commander.

We'll have the fleet back up
in less than a year.

I imagine
you'll have your choice

of any Starfleet command, sir.

Everyone is so concerned
about my next job.

With all due respect,
Commander... sir

my career plans

are my own business
and no one else's.

But it's nice to know

I'll have a few options.

I hope I have the fortune
of serving with you again, sir.

Captain.

Course for Station McKinley
ready and laid in, sir.

Make it so, Number One.