All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s04e03.Brothers

Captain's Log, Stardate 44085.7.

Due to a medical emergency

we have been forced to cut short
a two-day liberty on Ogus ll

and set course
for Starbase 416.

It seems a young man's
practical joke

has come dangerously close
to a lethal conclusion.

Well, Mr. Potts.

Why don't we start
at the beginning?

We were at the arcade, sir

an-and I brought
this balloon with me

filled with red pillion dye.

You see, Willie's always
making fun of me.

I figured I'd get him back...

Hey, hey, slow down.

We programmed the game
for an ordinary laser duel.

You know, 21 points.

Four points for...

Yes, I'm familiar with the game.

Go on.

We went out to the forest
behind the east arcade.

I told Willie that his laser
pistol looked kind of funny

almost like a real one.

When I went behind the trees

I put the balloon into my vest,
and then...

And then you made
your nine-year-old brother

believe that he'd killed you.

Yes, sir.

And then he ran away?

Yes, sir.

And while he was hiding,
he ate the fruit of a cove palm.

It was just a joke, sir.

I didn't think
this was going to happen.

Are you aware
of the infectious nature

of the parasites
which inhabit the cove palm?

I-I am now, sir.

Are you also familiar

with the terms that I agreed
to keep you boys

on the Enterprise when
your parents went on sabbatical?

Tha-That we'd stay
out of trouble, sir.

Mr. Data?

On my way, sir.

Think about it, Mr. Potts.

And while you're at it

think about
what may have happened

had we not been this close
to a Starbase medical facility.

Were you able to contact
the boys' parents?

They have been made fully aware
of the situation, sir.

Good.

Escort this young man
to the quarantine anteroom.

Perhaps he could assist us

in lifting
his brother's spirits.

Aye, sir.

H-He really could die.

Fortunately

we are only two days
away from Starbase 416

and their laboratory
can isolate...

Can isolate what, sir?

Their laboratory can
isolate what, Commander?

Sir, I know I made a mistake,
and I can tell you're angry

but if you're not
going to talk to me...

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.

Back so soon, Mr. Data?

La Forge to Bridge.

Go ahead, Commander.

Captain, we've completed our
dilithium vector calibrations.

We are currently at warp 4.5.

You're clear to increase
to warp seven.

Very good, Geordi.

Let me know if you...

Captain, did you request
a course correction?

I didn't say we could
increase speed to warp 9.1, sir.

New course set
for heading 341 mark 221.

Course set by whom?

Not by me, Commander.

What's going on?

Data, who programmed
the new coordinates?

Warp 9.3, Commander.

I don't advise this, Captain.

If we're going to maintain
our realignment progressions

we shouldn't be pushing warp
eight for at least an hour.

Commander.

Evacuate Bridge.

Deck one life-support failure
in 30 seconds.

Turbolifts two, three, four,
everyone.

Transfer helm to Engineering,
Geordi.

Aye, sir.

La Forge, let's get
a diagnostic sweep underway.

Evacuate Bridge.

Deck one life-support failure
in 20 seconds.

Reassemble in Engineering.

Evacuate Bridge.

Deck one life-support failure
in ten seconds.

Deck one life-support
has been terminated.

Our velocity is holding
steady at warp 9.3.

Do you wish to override,
Commander?

No, not yet.

Computer, isolate cause
of life-support failure.

Atmosphere conditioning pumps
on deck one

are operating in negative mode.

How can that be?

There are seven independent

safety interlocks
to prevent that.

Captain, I believe
we've found the problem

but it really
doesn't make sense.

Bring the Enterprise
to a full stop, Commander.

Aye, sir.
Full stop, Ensign.

It's not responding, sir.

I'm going to have to do this
at a manual input level, sir.

Wes.

We're still at the altered
heading, Captain.

Holding at warp 9.3.

Captain.

Force fields have been
established

on all Main Bridge turbolift
doors and service crawlways.

Computer, locate
Lieutenant Commander Data.

Commander Data
is on the Main Bridge.

What the hell is he up to?

Number One, take a security team
up to deck two.

Try and break through
from below.

Commander.

Everything's locked up, Captain.

We have no control of impulse
or warp engines from here.

Navigation's not
responding either, sir.

Picard to Main Bridge.

Commander Data, do you hear me?

I repeat.

Mr. Data, do you hear...?

Computer, recognize Data,
Lieutenant Commander.

Alpha One clearance.

Priority clearance recognition,
Alpha One.

Maintain minimum auxiliary power

and disengage
subspace communication.

Acknowledged.

He is on the Bridge, sir.

Mr. La Forge...

prepare for saucer separation.

Sir, we're at warp 9.3.

I am aware of the risks, Ensign.

When the umbilical splits

we should regain
primary control.

Do you agree?

Yes, sir.

The saucer module should fall
out of warp within two minutes.

Be prepared to sweep back

and pull it in
with a tractor beam.

Aye, sir.

Initiate auto sequence.

Computer, recognize Picard,
Jean-Luc.

Alpha Two clearance.

Priority clearance recognition,
Alpha Two.

Cancel separation sequence.

Sequence canceled.

Isolate all remaining
command functions

and accept related orders
and inquiries

from Main Bridge only.

The separation sequence
has been aborted, Captain.

Computer, recognize Jean-Luc
Picard, Alpha Two priority

and re-establish separation
procedure immediately.

Orders regarding
command functions

are no longer accepted
from your present location.

And just what location
are they accepted from?

Interface terminals
on Main Bridge only.

You're the only one
who has clearance

to localize command functions.

It seems Commander Data
has acquired it as well.

The isolinear subprocessor
extends 3.5 meters.

I've got a clear path
to panel J14-Baker.

What's that going to do for us?

J14-Baker backs onto Science
Station Two, Commander.

Have they re-inverted

the environmental
control sequencer?

Yes, sir. Life-support
has been re-established.

Then you and Casey get up here.

Let's get to it.

Computer, configure
a perimeter field charge

sections 9-K through 12-T.

What the hell was that?

He's activated a force field,
sir.

Great. Just great.

Chief O'Brien.

Yes, Captain?

We had better disable

the site-to-site
transporter function.

When we get wherever we're going

I don't want Mr. Data
beaming off the Bridge.

I'll get right to it, sir.

Doctor Crusher?

Yes, Captain.

Is your quarantine intact?

So far, Sick Bay force fields

don't seem
to have been affected.

The boy?

He's all right.

But he's not going
to stay all right.

Sir, we have to get this ship
to a Starbase medical facility.

It seems, Doctor

that Mr. Data has other plans
for the Enterprise right now.

Oh, come on,
I can't believe that.

Everybody's played
a practical joke

on somebody
at one time or another.

Not me.

Not even a little one?

How about April Fools'?

I can't believe
that you're telling me

that you've never tried
to pull something

even on April Fools' Day?

What for?

It's never funny
to the one getting fooled.

Well, I'm sure
your brother didn't intend

for it to get this out of hand.

Certainly not to the degree
it has.

Take a deep breath.

What's so funny about making
someone think you killed them?

Take a deep breath.

Have you been drinking
all the water I asked you to?

Yes.

Well, keep it up.

There might be a slight delay

in reaching Starbase,
and I want...

There. You see?

How can I tell him when he's
not going to listen to me?

Why don't you try, Jake?

It's just a waste of time.

He won't listen.

Computer, prepare
to transport me directly

to the following coordinates.

Site-to-site
transport interlocks

have been manually deactivated.

Can you override?

Negative.

Show me the shortest route
to Transporter Room One.

Computer, prepare to activate
cascade force field sequence

in the following progression.

No matter what we try

the computer will only accept
commands from the Bridge, sir.

He has blocked
every subspace channel, sir.

We cannot even call for help.

Have you tried tracing back
navigation inputs?

We don't even know
what star system we're in, sir.

The only way we knew
we'd come out of warp

was by looking out a window.

O'Brien to Captain Picard.

Go ahead, Chief.

Captain, he's up to something.

What now?

He discovered
the site-to-site lockout.

I wouldn't be surprised

if he tried to make it
to a transporter room now.

Mr. Worf, I want security teams
along all the main passageways

and in every transporter room.

And see if the computer
will be good enough

to give us
the precise stun setting

to disable Mr. Data.

Yes, sir.

Computer, estimate the time
from this location

to Starbase 416 at warp nine.

Inquiries regarding
command functions

are no longer accepted
from your present location.

Computer

establish a security code
for access to all functions

previously transferred
to Bridge.

Enter code.

1 -7-3-4-6-7-3-2-1 -4-7-6-
Charlie-3-2-7-8-9-7-7-7-

6-4-3-Tango-7 -3-2-
Victor-7-3-1 -1 -7-8-8-8-

7-3-2-4-7-6-7-8-9-
7-6-4-3-7-6-Lock.

Security code intact for all
specified inquiries and orders.

Computer,
initiate cascade sequence

accepting instructions
from Commander Data en route...

now.

He's out.

Security team
approaching location.

Intersection 8-J, aft-port.

Establish.

I order you to stop!

Computer.

Begin scan-phase.

No, no, it's too close.

This has gone far enough, Data.

Computer, three-meter
cross-seal.

I wouldn't advise that, sir.

The phase coils don't take well
to ricochets.

What's he doing?

He's reactivating the site-
to-site transport interlocks.

Does that mean
he'll be able to...?

Oh...

Uh-huh.

You're right on time.

Open.

One of these...

and one of these...

There... you... are.

I fail to recall
how I arrived here.

I sent for you.

In a manner of speaking.

And who are you, sir?

Data to Enterprise.

Enterprise, do you read me?

I always loved that face.

Please, sit down.

We were headed
for a medical facility.

I was taking the boy's brother
to Sick Bay, and...

I'm sure your starship
will be back for you soon.

Please, sit down.

I must find a way
to contact the Enterprise.

Tell me

do I look somewhat,
uh... familiar to you?

You do bear a resemblance

to Dr. Noonien Soong,
the cyberneticist who...

who constructed me.

But Dr. Soong was killed
shortly afterward

by the Crystalline Entity.

Ah, there we are.

This is your lucky day, Data.

You found your long lost father,
and he's alive.

What do you think of that?

But the colony was destroyed.

There were no survivors.

I, uh...

I never felt too comfortable

Iiving anywhere without
a pre-arranged route of escape.

I admit, l, uh...

I wouldn't have guessed

I'd be running
from a giant snowflake, but...

It is really you.

Captain

the quarantine field
in Sick Bay.

You have access to it?

When he transferred force field
control to the Bridge

he must have only specified

the fields he was
planning to initiate.

The quarantine field
was already operating.

Under normal circumstances

we could divert
that field energy

and use it to cancel the force
field protecting the Bridge.

But we have to retain
the medical quarantine.

Determine the absolute minimum
field energy Dr. Crusher needs

and use the rest
to get me onto my Bridge.

How are you this morning?

Not so great.

I'm having trouble standing up.

I get sort of dizzy.

You heard the old story

about the man
who goes to his doctor?

He says, "Doctor, it hurts
when I raise my arm like this."

The Doctor says, "Then don't
raise your arm like that."

So... if I get dizzy
standing up...

Then don't stand up.

Okay, Doc, we're ready.

If all goes well, you
shouldn't notice a thing.

Make sure it goes well,
Commander.

Your brother tells me

that you still
won't speak to him.

So?

It's hard on him, too.

He feels very guilty
about what happened.

He's your brother.

Why is everyone so worried
about him?

I'm the one who's sick.

I'm the one who's going to die.

Hey, nobody is going
to die, Willie.

Do you hear me?

Nobody.

Captain, we are in.

We're on our way, Lieutenant.

Computer,
restore Tactical Station.

Deactivation of command
function overrides

requires Alpha Two clearance.

Beverly thinks
it's going to be tight.

Let's hope he didn't take
us too far off course.

Let's hope.

It won't answer
to my clearance, sir.

Computer, this is
Captain Picard.

Return all command functions
to their stations.

Alpha Two clearance recognized.

Please enter security code.

Security code?

Data.

I was afraid
of something like this.

Sensors are operative.

Well, at least that's something.

What have you got?

No fix on Data.

But I am picking up
a single life-form

on the surface, sir.

It appears human.

That's a human that has the
answers to a lot of questions.

Something else.

What is it?

A small vessel.

Entering orbit.

I detect no life-forms
aboard, sir.

Mm-hmm. Good.

Good, good, good.

Keep it up, keep it up.

Old Tom Handy swore
you'd never master that.

Data, Data, whistle for me.

Oh. Oh, well.

All right, that's enough.

Sit down, sit down.

Ah, beautiful, beautiful.

You know, I've been able
to keep track of you

from time to time.

You've become
something of a celebrity

in cybernetic circles.

Uh, Data, why Starfleet?

Sir?

I gave you the ability

to choose
whatever you wanted.

To do whatever you wanted.

Why Starfleet?

It was Starfleet officers
who rescued me.

Oh, so you decided

to emulate your emancipators,
huh?

How disappointing.

What choice of vocation

would have met
with your approval, sir?

Well, I often hoped

you might... become a scientist.

Perhaps even a cyberneticist.

To follow in your footsteps,
as it were.

I see nothing wrong with that.

May I ask you a question, sir?

Certainly.

Anything you like.

Why did you create me?

Why does a painter paint?

Hmm?

Why does a boxer box?

You know what Michelangelo
used to say?

That the sculptures he made
were already there

before he started,
hidden in the marble.

All he needed to do was...

remove the unneeded bits.

Wasn't quite that easy
with you, Data.

But the need to do it,
my need to do it

was no different
than Michelangelo's need.

Now let me ask you a question.

Why are humans
so fascinated by old things?

Old things?

Old buildings, churches, walls.

Ancient things.

Antique things.

Tables, clocks, knickknacks.

Why? Why? Why?

There are
many possible explanations.

If you brought a Noophian
to Earth

he'd probably look around
and say

"Tear that old village down.

"It's hanging in rags.

Build me something... something
new, something efficient."

But to a human

that... that old house,
that ancient wall...

that's a shrine.

Something to be cherished.

Again, I ask you, why?

Perhaps, for humans

old things represent
a tie to the past.

Well, what's so important
about the past?

People got sick,
they needed money.

Why tie yourself to that?

Humans are mortal.

They seem to need a sense
of continuity.

Aha. Hmm...

Why?

To give their lives meaning,
a sense of purpose.

Oh. Well.

And, uh, this continuity--
does it only run one way?

Backwards... to the past?

I suppose it is a factor

in the human desire
to procreate.

Oh, so you believe
that having children

gives humans a sense
of immortality, do you?

It is a reasonable explanation
to your query, sir.

And to yours, as well, Data.

Lore!

Looks like we have ourselves
a... family reunion.

Open.

I implore you
do not reactivate him.

Don't be ridiculous, Data.

Lore is far
from the maniacal android

you have made him out to be.

In any case, he'll obey me.

He always did.

But he admitted

to an alliance
with the Crystal Entity.

To gain its favor,
he betrayed the colonists

and would have betrayed

the Enterprise as well,
had I not...

Shh.

One more.

That should do it.

Shh, shh-shh-shh.

So... you're still alive.

I'm surprised you woke me.

Why didn't you just
take me apart again

and be done with it?

That is why the two of you
captured me, isn't it?

Data had nothing
to do with this, Lore.

And nobody captured you.

Not exactly, that is.

You see, both of your brains
contain a simple homing device.

Data's was activated
purposefully.

Yours... Well, until you
walked through that door

I had no idea
you'd ever been reassembled.

No thanks to you.

But thanks to you

dear Brother, I spent nearly
two years drifting in space.

If it hadn't been
for a fortunate encounter

with a Pakled trade ship,
I'd still be out there.

I had no alternative.

You would have destroyed
the Enterprise.

Well, since I seem to be

an uninvited guest
at your little party

I'll leave you
with your beloved son

and be on my way.

Lore, wait.

There are questions
I can answer.

You'll have no chance
to ask them later.

You see, I'm dying.

Yeah, I'm dying.

Dying from what, sir?

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

What... what do you mean,
you're dying?

You look fine.

You're not that old.

You... you look fine.

What is this?

Some kind of a trick?

I wish it were.

We have control of sensors

Iife-support and
auxiliary power, Captain.

Nothing more.

The code, Mr. La Forge?

We can't even locate
the file address.

At least, that would tell us

how many digits
we're talking about.

Not that it would
really help much.

I want something
that will really help.

And quickly, too.

Willie Potts has 24 hours,
36 tops.

If it goes much longer than that

the only thing left
for Starbase 416

will be to do a postmortem.

Geordi, if the
computer's programmed

to allow Data to transport down

it would figure
that it would allow him

to beam back up, right?

It would figure.

And Data would have left
a trace imprint

when he beamed down?

Sure, everybody does.

So, what would be involved
in pulling that trace

and finding a way
to make the computer think

someone else is Data?

Maybe a few someone elses?

We'd have to access
the transport controller

and reset it to a testing mode.

Convince it
that it's still back in school

accepting simulated inputs.

That's not going to be easy
without the main computer

but I suppose we could network
a few tricorders together.

Try, Mr. La Forge.

Yes, sir.

You did what you had to do?

What kind of an answer is that?

The only one I can give you.

You were not
functioning properly.

Lore told me
the colonists envied him

because you made him
so completely human.

I wouldn't exactly have used
the word "envious," Data.

You disassembled me.

You took me apart.

Lore also told me
that the colonists

petitioned you to replace him
with a less perfect android.

Oh...

The last thing you should
think of yourself as, Data

is less perfect.

The two of you are virtually
identical, except for a bit

of programming.

It was a lie.

Another lie.

I would have proven myself
worthy to you

if you'd just given me a chance.

But it was easier
just to turn your back

and build your precious Data.

You were the first.

You meant as much
to me as Data ever did

but you were unstable.

The colonists were not
envious of you.

They were afraid of you.

You were unstable.

I am not less perfect
than Lore.

Why didn't you just fix me?

It was within your power
to fix me.

It wasn't as easy as that.

The next... the next logical
step was to construct Data.

Afterward, I planned to get
back to you, to-to fix you.

"Next logical step."

I am not less perfect than Lore.

"l am not less perfect
than Lore."

Enough!

Both of you, sit down.

Sit down.

For all these years, I've been
plagued by what went wrong.

With all of your complexities,
Lore, your nuances...

basic emotion seemed
almost simple by comparison.

But the emotion
turned and twisted

became entangled with ambition.

Lore

if I had known you were
no longer sitting in pieces

on some distant shelf,
if I had known

tha-that I could simply press
a button and bring you here

I would have spent those years
trying to make things right

for you as well.

But all I knew of was Data.

So I worked long

and hard.
Yes.

And now I believe
I've succeeded.

This... this...

this... is why I've brought
you here, Data.

Basic emotions.

Simple feelings, Data.

Your feelings.

I've imagined
how hard it's been for you

Iiving amongst beings
so moved by emotion.

I don't have to imagine.

I know how hard it's been.

You'll be surprised, Data.

Feelings do funny things.

You may even learn to...
understand your evil brother.

To forgive him.

We will be more alike, Data,
you and l.

You'll see.

I'm... I'm happy for you.

I question your sincerity, Lore.

Well, perhaps with this

you'll learn
to be more trusting, Data.

Your brother has had good reason
to be bitter.

But, sir, Lore was
responsible for...

He wasn't given the chance
that you and I were given--

to live.

But now, I'm sure he understands
why I did what I had to do.

If there were only time, Lore.

What a shame.

The procedure is quite simple,
hmm, but I'm tired.

I need to rest first.

I'm tired.

They're sure
this is going to work?

Nobody knows the transporters

better than O'Brien
and La Forge.

They tell me they've managed

more than a little
sleight of hand

with our authorization codes.

They can insert them
into the recall loop?

The computer should think
all three of us are Data.

I just hope we don't all
beam back looking like Data.

Whenever you say, sir.

Bring him home, Number One.

Energize.

Data?

~ The sons of the Prophet
were valiant and bold ~

~ And quite unaccustomed
to fear ~

~ But of all the most reckless,
or so I am told ~

~ was Abdul Abulbul Amir. ~

How do you feel?

I've always loved that ditty

but I could never quite get
the cadence right.

Thank you, Father.

You called me Father.

Well, what would you prefer
I called you?

Often-Wrong?

What did Lore tell you
about that?

That is what the colonists
called you, isn't it?

Often-Wrong Soong.

It's a very sloppy rhyme.

Wrong Soong? Wrong Soong?

I-l-lt just doesn't work.

Let's see...

Data, how are you feeling?

Often-Wrong's
got a broken heart.

Can't even tell his boys apart.

Lore.

Well, well, well,
well, well, well.

You're not as feeble
as I thought you were.

This won't work.

Those circuits--
they weren't designed for you.

Where's Data?

"Where's Data?"

You didn't fill Data
with substandard parts

did you, old man?

No... that honor
was bestowed upon me.

You owe me, old man.

Not him, me.

It wasn't meant for you.

You're not listening to me.

It must be removed.

Nice try, Often-Wrong.

Nice try.

I don't know exactly
what it's doing

but it's doing something.

I didn't know you were alive.

If I had...

~ There were brave men
aplenty ~

~ All well known to fame ~

~ Who served in the ranks
of the Czar ~

~ Ba-ba-ba, ba-ba-ba, ba,
ba, ba, ba, ba, ba... ~

The human is here.

And Data?

No way of knowing.

Set them on stun.

Down here.

It's all right.

Take it easy.

This...
this is Dr. Noonien Soong.

That's impossible.

Soong's dead.

No, I'm telling you,
look at this stuff.

It's Soong, all right.

Here. Let me.

Would you mind telling me
what's going on here?

He surprised me.

Commander.

What has happened here?

Doctor.
Dr. Soong?

So alike.

He saw...

I couldn't tell you apart.

There was only one chip.

I tried to tell him...

but... I couldn't.

I wanted... I couldn't
build another one.

You tried to tell who?

Damn it, Data, what's going on?

Lore, sir.

He was inadvertently summoned
here by the same signal

which activated
my homing circuitry.

It seems that after
nearly two years

in interstellar space, he was...

Mr. Data, there's
a very sick little boy

on board the Enterprise,
who's not getting any better.

We're dead in the water
until you get us out of here.

It's all right.

Access your third
nested memory file

and... execute instruction 5155.

That will clear
your memory block.

I was unaware of having caused
any inconvenience, sir.

We'll discuss it later,
Mr. Data.

Doctor, you're coming
with us, too.

You need to get to Sick Bay.

Young man, I've lived here
a long time.

I have no plans
to die anywhere else.

But, sir, our medical facility
may be able to...

Go, go, go, go, Data, go.

Go with your friends.

May I say good-bye
to Dr. Soong, sir?

Alone, sir.

Everybody dies, Data.

Well, almost everybody.

Do you believe that we are
in some way alike, sir?

In many ways,
I'd like to believe.

Then it is all right
for you to die

because I will remain alive.

You know that I cannot
grieve for you, sir.

You will... in your own way.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Data.

Good-bye... Father.

Captain's Log, Stardate 44091.1.

We have been at Starbase 416
for three days.

Young Willie Potts is
responding well to treatment

and has been returned
to the Enterprise.

The transfer went well?

He'll remain in quarantine
for another week or two

but he's out of the woods.

Splendid.

Well, Mr. Data, I see your gifts
have been well received.

Yes, sir.

The boys appear to have
reconciled their differences.

They're brothers, Data.

Brothers forgive.