All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s05e01.Redemption-Part.2

Last time, on Star Trek:
The Next Generation...

We will have to move quickly,
if we are to be successful.

Successful?

Yes.

In preventing
a Klingon civil war.

I would speak with you.

I do not hear
the words of traitors.

It was Duras' father
who betrayed our people

to the Romulans at Khitomer,
not mine.

We have discovered
that our brother

did, indeed, have
a son and heir.

Follow me, and I
will show you honor.

Your blood will paint the way
to the future.

If we go to the aid
of the Bortas

we'll be dragging the Federation
into a Klingon civil war.

You both fought as warriors.

I return your family honor.

Mr. Worf,
your responsibilities

as a Starfleet officer
are incompatible

with remaining
onboard a Klingon ship

during a time of war.

Then I resign my commission
as a Starfleet officer.

Picard has rejected
Gowron's plea for help.

The Enterprise has left orbit.

We should not discount
Jean-Luc Picard yet.

He is human

and humans have a way
of showing up

when you least expect them.

And now, the conclusion.

Maintain course.

Status of warp engines.

Warp engines at 60%.

Status of shields.

Aft shields buckling.

Transfer auxiliary power

to shields.

Aft shields are gone.

We cannot win.

We must withdraw.

Keep your place.

New course.

307 mark 275.

But, sir, that takes us
dangerously close to...

GhoS!

We are entering
the star's corona.

We will reach the photosphere
in 30 seconds.

Stand by to enter warp
on my command.

Set course 250

mark 015.

Shields failing.

Outer hull temperature
exceeding design limit.

Captain!

Maintain course.

They're closing on us.

Stand by.

DaH!

Captain's Log, Stardate 45020.4.

We have arrived at Starbase 234

where I've taken the opportunity

to make a proposal
to Fleet Admiral Shanthi.

There have been
three major engagements

in the past two weeks,
all of them won

by ships Ioyal
to the Duras family.

None of which
is our concern, Jean-Luc.

The Klingon civil war is,
by definition

an internal matter
of the Empire.

Agreed.

But if the Duras are being aided
by the Romulans

it becomes very much
our concern.

The Romulans have been
attempting to destroy

the Klingon/Federation
Alliance

for the past 20 years.

And at the same time

the Duras have been secretly
conspiring with the Romulans.

Doesn't it strike you as odd

that the Duras are able to field
such an overpowering force

against Gowron
that they outmatch him

at almost every turn?

Some would call it
good leadership.

And some would say that
they must be getting help.

The Romulans are prepared
to take enormous risks

to gain any advantage
over the Federation.

Can we seriously believe
that now, with the future

of the Klingon Empire
in the balance

they're content
to stand by and watch?

What is it you propose, Captain?

We must stop the flow
of supplies and equipment

to the Duras from the Romulans.

What I propose
is that we send a fleet

to the Romulan/Klingon border.

We take no offensive action,
but we will be in a position

to expose any Romulan supplies

that attempt to cross
the border.

A blockade?

Exactly.

But how will you overcome
the Romulan cloaking device?

My Chief Engineer
has developed a system

that should nullify
that advantage.

Each ship will send out
an active tachyon beam

to the other blockading ships.

Now, in theory
any cloaked vessel

that attempts to pass
between our ships

must cross that beam
and be detected.

I'll have to clear this
with the Federation Council.

In the meantime,
assemble your fleet, Captain.

Nicely done.

I hope we know what we're doing.

So do I, 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.

Captain's Log, Stardate 45021.3.

Convincing Starfleet Command
to establish a blockade

was relatively painless.

Implementing that plan
is proving more troublesome.

Starfleet is stretched

pretty thin
across this quadrant.

There are only about 12 ships

within a day's travel
of this position.

The only other ships available

are either in Spacedock
for repairs

or still under construction.

Most of them don't even
have full crews yet.

We could probably scare up
seven, maybe eight more ships.

Mr. La Forge, can you implement

your tachyon detection grid
with 20 ships?

It's possible.

But the more ships,
the bigger the net we can throw.

All right.

I'm going to add the Tian An Men

the Sutherland and the Hermes

whether the yard superintendent
says they're ready or not.

Mr. Data, will you
select a group

of experienced
Enterprise officers to augment

the crews of those ships?

Aye, sir.

Will, I want you
to command the Excalibur.

Her crew was reassigned

when she put in for repairs.

Geordi, you will be
his First Officer.

Aye, sir.

I want the fleet underway
by 0900 tomorrow.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Yes, Mr. Data?

May I ask a question, sir,
of a personal nature?

Yes.

I am confused.

Why have I not been assigned

to command a ship
in the fleet, sir?

Well, I felt
that you would be needed here.

Why do you ask?

You have commented on the lack
of senior officers

available for this mission.

I believe my 26 years
of Starfleet service

qualifies me for such a post.

However, if you do not feel
the time has arrived

for an android
to command a starship

perhaps I should address myself
to improving...

Commander...

I believe
the Starship Sutherland

will need a Captain.

I can think of no one

better suited
for that task than you.

Thank you, sir.

You always did have fools
working for you, Larg.

Now you don't have as many.

Hey, you were lucky, Kurn

but luck always runs out.

Someday I will stand
over your broken corpse

and drink to the victory
of the Duras.

Ah, Worf...
Worf, good.

This piece of baktag
is Captain Larg.

He commanded the squadron

that tried to destroy us
yesterday.

Ah, the infamous Worf,
son of Mogh.

What is that you are wearing?

That is the uniform
of a Klingon!

The Capital City
is neutral ground

and Larg's men are all around us

as are mine.

Good to drink with you, Kurn.

May you die well.

Die well, Larg.

You drink with our enemies?

How many are Gowron's men?

How many are Duras'?

Does it matter?

When we meet in battle,
we will fight to the death

but here...
here, we're all warriors

all Klingons.

The repairs to the
Hegh'ta are proceeding.

The port stabilizers...

Is there nothing
in your heart but duty?

It is my responsibility.

We all have
responsibilities and duties

but you and I are warriors
fighting in a great war.

Think of it.

You and I will fight battles
that others can only dream of.

The time for glory is here.

It is not a time
to worry about stabilizers.

It is a time to celebrate

for tomorrow we all may die!

Come, let us, the sons of Mogh

live this night
as if it were our last.

Huh? Huh? Huh?

Worf is not like his brother.

No.

He tries to be

but he's still
unsure of himself.

Perhaps he needs something
to help restore his confidence.

I think he'll find
our offer appealing.

I'll make sure he does.

You've got to keep
this mixture above 90%

or we'll never leave orbit.

Thank you, Mr. Craig.

I am Lieutenant Commander Data.

Lieutenant Commander
Christopher Hobson.

By order of Starfleet

I hereby take command
of this vessel.

Please note the time and date

in the ship's log.

Excuse me, sir.

I'd like to request a transfer.

May I ask why?

I don't believe I'd be
a good First Officer for you.

Your service record to date
suggests

you would perform
that function adequately.

No, no, no.

That's not what I mean.

I don't think I'd be
a good First Officer for you.

Why?

Frankly, sir, I don't believe

in your ability
to command this ship.

You're a fellow officer,
and I respect that

but no one would suggest

that a Klingon would be
a good ship's counselor

or that a Berellian
could be an engineer.

They're just not suited
for those positions.

By the same token,
I don't think an android

is a good choice to be Captain.

I understand your concerns.

Request denied.

The Endeavor has cleared
the dock, Captain.

All ships standing by.

Good.

Course 118 mark 357,
full impulse power.

Signal the fleet
to get underway.

We'll enter warp once
we're clear of the system.

Aye, sir.

Engage.

The Romulan convoy is late.

We need those supplies.

Gowron has suffered another loss
near the Mempa system.

His forces will not threaten you
in that region for some time.

But if Gowron...

The convoy will arrive
in due course.

A Federation fleet
has left Starbase 234.

They've set course
for Klingon territory.

How many?

At least 20 starships.

Who is commanding this fleet?

Picard.

What does it mean?

Is the Federation
going to enter the war?

Should we attack them
before they get here?

Silence the child,
or send him away.

Movar.

I want you to return
to Romulus immediately.

Have all available ships
rendezvous

at these coordinates
in two days.

Yes, Commander.

20 starships aren't enough
to wage war.

Starfleet must be bluffing.

Perhaps.

Our forces in the Mempa sector
are now in full retreat.

They will need to regroup
near Beta Lankal.

We destroyed their supply bases
in that sector three weeks ago.

How can they continue to fight?

They must be getting help.

Maybe they have better leaders.

I say you have failed
as our leader, Gowron.

There is no time for this.

We must make plans

before those forces
reach Beta Lankal.

How can we oppose the Duras

when we continue to fight
amongst ourselves?

Gowron must answer
this challenge to his authority.

Stop it!

Do we fall upon ourselves
like a pack of Ferengi?!

The enemy is the Duras!

We are at war.

Now the war... can continue.

We're crossing into
Klingon territory, Captain.

Signal the fleet to maintain

Yellow Alert
until further notice.

Aye, sir.

Begin long-range scans
of the Romulan border.

No uncloaked ships
within sensor range.

A few subspace anomalies,
but nothing firm.

Those anomalies
could be cloaked ships.

Could be, sir.

Open a channel to the Excalibur.

Excalibur, Riker here.

Deploy the fleet, Will.

It's time to spread our net.

Yes, sir.

We've arrived at the designated
coordinates, Captain.

All stop.
Notify the flagship

that we have assumed station.

Starboard power
coupling is overloaded.

We've got a radiation leak
on decks 10 through 12.

Why are the backups
not functioning?

There wasn't enough time

to test all the backups
before we left the yard.

Terry, I want you
down in Engineering

working on a new coupling.

You have taken
the phaser and torpedo

control units off-line.

Keith, you and I will
start bringing rad...

Mr. Hobson, it is inappropriate

for you to determine
a course of action

without consulting
your commanding officer.

I was trying to safeguard

the lives of people
on those decks.

But you're right.

Belay those orders, everyone.

Phasers and torpedoes
are back on-line.

What should we do, sir?

You will take the phaser
and torpedo units off-line

and begin repairs of
the starboard power coupling.

Thank you, sir.

You heard the Captain, everyone.

We're ready, sir.

Mr. La Forge,
how long do you think

it will take the Romulans
to detect

the tachyon field,
once it's activated?

Not long.

Romulan sensors
are as good as ours.

Very well.

Energize the network.

Commander, there's an increase

in tachyon emissions
from the Federation fleet.

They're using the beams
as a detection field.

If we try to cross it,
they'll see us

even if we're cloaked.

Issues orders to begin work

on a way to penetrate
this field.

In the meantime

we'll have to convince
Captain Picard he should leave.

Captain, I'm picking up
something directly ahead.

Romulan ship decloaking.

Shall I raise shields?

Not yet.

They're hailing us, sir.

On screen.

Tasha.

No, Captain.

My name is Commander Sela.

The woman you knew as Tasha Yar
was my mother.

Deploying an invasion fleet
along our border

is a clear act
of aggression, Captain.

It will not be tolerated.

You have 20 hours
to recall your ships

and return peacefully
to Federation territory.

So, you believe her, Counselor?

I'm not saying we should accept
her claim at face value

but I sensed no deception
from her.

She really believes
she's the daughter of Tasha Yar.

Regardless
of what she believes

Sela can't be her daughter.

I've reviewed all
of Tasha's medical records

and there is no indication
that she was ever pregnant.

Besides, Tasha was a child
when this woman was born.

Sela could have been cloned.

Or had her appearance
surgically altered.

But why?

What possible advantage
could there be to the Romulans?

As this now stands,
I don't think

this will have any impact
on our present strategy.

We'll continue the blockade.

Leave the next move to them.
Thank you.

Am I intruding?

No, not at all.

Is something wrong?

News travels fast.

I heard
that Tasha Yar's daughter

is aboard the Romulan ship.

I think that the Romulans

are just hoping
to create a distraction.

They want to keep us
off-balance.

Hmm.

How much do you know
about what happened

to the last ship
called Enterprise?

The Enterprise-C?

It was lost
at the Battle of Narendra III

defending a Klingon outpost
from the Romulans.

And the survivors?

There were stories of prisoners
taken back to Romulus

but these were only rumors.

No.

There were survivors.

And Tasha Yar was one of them.

Guinan, that was 23 years ago.

Tasha Yar was only a child.

I know that.

But I also know
she was aboard that ship

and she was not a child.

And I think...

you sent her there.

How can that be?

I don't know.

I just know that you did.

Tasha died...

a year before you came
on the Enterprise.

You never met her.

I know that.

If you have only
a vague intuition...

You can't just dismiss this.

If I'm right

then you are responsible
for this whole situation.

I think it's time
that I met Commander Sela.

We are at war.

Gowron should forbid
any challenges

until we are victorious.

A Klingon does not postpone
a matter of honor.

A Klingon should place
the good of the Empire

above his own pride.

Oh, so now, Gowron
no longer suits you.

Perhaps you wish
to challenge him

for the leadership
of the Council.

No!

Then do not speak of this again.

I did not wish to follow Gowron.

You came to me and insisted
that we support Gowron

against the Duras family.

The time for debate is over.

We are Klingons.

He is our leader.

If that is not enough for you

then perhaps you made
the wrong choice

when you put on that uniform.

Well, Captain

what is this urgent matter
we need to discuss?

Please, won't you sit down?

I'm afraid that
you have misinterpreted

our presence here.

I want to reassure you that
we have no hostile intention.

Ah.

So then, I can tell my superiors

that a fleet
of 23 Federation starships

is on our border for... what?

Humanitarian reasons?

It is our intent
to prevent any external power

from interfering
in Klingon affairs.

Nor do we have
any plan to do so.

But, Captain, if for any reason

we chose to enter
Klingon territory

how would you stop us?

With our cloaking devices,
we can slip by you at will.

Then why don't you
just take your ships across?

You sound eager for us to try.

Perhaps you've discovered
a method in detecting our ships?

However, I don't think
you asked me here

to discuss
our military situation.

All right.

Why did I invite you here?

You want the answer to
the only question on your mind.

How could Tasha Yar
be my mother?

It's been suggested

that she was on board
the Enterprise-C

when it was destroyed
24 years ago

that she was
one of the survivors

and that, obviously,
you are a product

of a union
between her and a Romulan.

But you know that's impossible.

She would have been a child
when that battle occurred.

But you claim
that it is possible...

that you're the daughter
of Tasha Yar.

Yes, she was on that ship
24 years ago.

She was sent there
by you from the future.

She was among those
few who survived.

They were all
to have been executed

after the interrogation

but a Romulan general saw her
and became enamored with her.

So a deal was struck.

Their lives would be spared

if she became his consort.

I was born a year later.

I want to meet your mother.

Can you arrange that?

One night, when I was
four years old, she came to me.

She bundled me up,
and she told me

to stay quiet
as we left the compound.

Well, I realized
she was taking me away.

She was taking me away
from my home, my father.

So I cried out.

My father offered her life.

He gave her a home.

He gave her a child.

And how did she repay him?

By betrayal.

They executed her.

Everything in me that was human
died that day with my mother.

All that's left now is Romulan.

Never doubt that.

Doubts?

I'm full of them.

But nothing in my experience
can persuade me

that what you have told me
is true.

And I do know one thing...

it will not affect my judgment
at our next encounter.

You have 14 hours, Captain.

I suggest you use them wisely.

Something wrong?

Welcome, Worf, son of Mogh.

What do you want?

The same as you.

Personal honor,
glory for the Empire.

Your family
has never valued honor.

You only knew our brother.

We are not like him.

Our brother made many mistakes.

One was to make you an enemy.

We would rather be your friends.

Then you should not
have opposed Gowron.

Oh, Gowron is nothing.

Toral is Duras' only son

and he will be the leader
of the Council.

In your heart,
even you know that.

But Toral needs guidance.

A firm hand.

A father figure.

That could be you

if you were mated to B'Etor.

The rewards could be greater
than you can imagine.

Nothing would stand in our way.

We could rule the Empire
together.

Join us, Worf,
and usher in a new era

for our people.

An era where honor
has no meaning?

Where Klingons trade Ioyalties
in dark rooms

and the Empire is ruled
from Romulus.

Enough, Lursa.

You've failed.

I need to know
the strength and capabilities

of the Federation fleet.

I don't have time for this.

Turn him over to the guard.

B'Etor can have him back
when they've finished with him.

Come!

In 13 hours, we'll be forced

to either withdraw
from the border

or fight the Romulan fleet.

Neither alternative
is acceptable.

We must expose their involvement
before the deadline.

What is it you propose?

If you launch
a full-scale attack now

then the Duras fleet
will call for supplies.

Lursa and B'Etor
will call for help.

The Romulans will try
to run the blockade

and we'll be ready for them.

And once the Romulan connection
has been exposed

support will fall away
from Lursa and B'Etor.

Very well.

I will make preparations.

One thing more, Picard.

Worf has been captured
by the Duras.

I hope he dies well.

Qapla'!

When Gowron begins his attack,
then we will make our move.

Excalibur will fall back
with engine problems.

And you will take the Akagi
and the Hornet to this position

which will open a small gap
in our detection net.

And if the Romulans

are already aware
of the tachyon field

they should run
the blockade at that point.

Exactly. But when they try
to bring their ships through

the Enterprise
and the Tian An Men

will swing around,
close the gap...

and catch them in the act.

Very nice.

I'd better get back.

Good luck, Will.

Good luck, Captain.

We've just received
an urgent message

from Lursa and B'Etor.

Gowron's forces have attacked
in three sectors.

The Duras are nearing defeat.

You mean, they were caught
unprepared

and now they're crying for help.

Have the science sections
found a way

to circumvent
the detection grid yet?

We think so.

Just before we cross the border

we'll send out
a massive tachyon pulse.

A burst that large should cause

enough interference to disable
a part of their network.

Good.

One of their ships
is moving off the blockade line.

Their warp drive is failing.

Picard is redeploying the fleet

to compensate
for the missing ship.

There's a gap opening
in the net.

He doesn't have enough ships
to maintain the network.

If we act quickly,
we can move through.

Commander?!

No.

I don't think so.

But it's what
we've been waiting for.

Yes, I know

and so does Picard.

He's giving us
exactly what we need

and he expects us to take it.

No. We won't step
into Picard's trap.

We will disable
part of his network...

here, where they're weakest.

We'll direct the energy burst

right at the ship
with the android Captain.

Sir, the detection net
is picking up

activity from the Romulans.

15 cloaked ships
spreading out along the border.

Signal the fleet to stand by.

Aye, sir.

Now.

Come to course 080 mark 295.

There's a disruption
in the tachyon detectors.

It's localized
to this segment of the net.

Open a channel
to the Sutherland.

Data here, sir.

We're reading a disruption
of the tachyon net in your area.

Yes, sir. The Romulans have
released a high-energy burst.

The net is no longer effective
in a radius

of 10 million kilometers
around the Sutherland.

That's where
they're going through.

Send a signal to the fleet.

All ships to fall back
and rendezvous at Gamma Eridon.

We'll reestablish the net there.

Aye, sir.

All Federation ships proceed
at maximum warp to Gamma Eridon.

Acknowledge the signal.

Ensign, lay in a course
and engage at warp 9.3.

Aye, sir.

What are you doing?

In disrupting the detection net,
the Romulans may have caused

a residual tachyon signature
to form around their own ships.

But we have no way
of detecting it.

All stop.

Aye, sir. All stop.

Sir...

the fleet's been ordered
to Gamma Eridon.

The tachyon signatures
will not last long.

By the time the fleet
is deployed

it will be too late.

Begin to reconfigure the sensors

to detect
ionized particle traces.

The entire area's been flooded
with tachyon particles.

We'll never be able to find
what we're looking for.

I am aware of the difficulties.

Please bring the phasers
back on line.

That will flood three decks
with radiation.

We will initiate radiation
protocol when necessary.

You don't give a damn
about the people

whose lives
you're throwing away.

We're not just machines...

Mr. Hobson!

You will carry out my orders,
or I will relieve you of duty.

Yes, sir.

Captain, the Sutherland

isn't heading
for the rendezvous point.

She's come to a full stop.

Open a channel.

The Enterprise wants to know
the reason we've stopped.

Display sensor schematic.

Display sensor sweep,
maximum range.

Are you going to answer
the Enterprise?

Overlay display
with tachyon emissions.

Highlight any tachyon signatures

which show
subspace inertial displacement.

Concentrate a sensor sweep
in that area.

Sir, this is pointless.

Those readings
could be anything.

There's no way for us to be sure
the Romulans are out there.

Reconfigure
photon torpedo warhead yields.

Set for high-energy burst,
level six.

Level six?
But that won't even...

Do it!

Torpedoes ready.

Another message coming in.

It's Captain Picard.

Mr. Data, you were ordered
to rendezvous with the fleet

at Gamma Eridon.

Acknowledge.

Stand by, Captain.

Mr. Hobson, prepare to fire.

Didn't you hear... Captain Picard

- wants us...
- Fire.

Fire!

They have discovered us.

Reverse course.

Order the fleet back
to Romulan territory.

Commander, the Duras
need this convoy.

Without these supplies,
they cannot win.

We've been discovered.
It's over.

But what should I tell
Lursa and B'Etor?

Tell them...

they're on their own.

They're changing course,
heading back to Romulan space.

Make a full report
to the flagship

take the main phasers off-line

and begin radiation cleanup
of the affected decks.

Yes, sir...

Captain.

Defeat.

How?
Where are the Romulans?

They never came.

Kill him.

No!

Toral...

the next leader of the Empire.

Gowron is looking forward
to seeing you again.

Captain's Personal Log,
Stardate 45025.4.

It is with a profound
sense of relief

that I have ordered the fleet
back to Federation territory

following
the Romulan withdrawal

and the news
of Gowron's victory.

We have arrived
at the Klingon Homeworld

where I will present
the High Council

with a full report on our
encounter with the Romulans.

Come.

Captain, I wish to submit myself
for disciplinary action.

I have disobeyed a direct order
from a superior officer.

Although the result
of my actions proved positive

the ends cannot justify
the means.

No, they can't.

However, the claim
"I was only following orders"

has been used to justify too
many tragedies in our history.

Starfleet doesn't want officers
who will blindly follow orders

without analyzing the situation.

Your actions were appropriate
for the circumstances

and I have noted that
in your record.

Mr. Data...

nicely done.

Sir.

The Council appreciates
your report, Captain.

The information
on the Romulan supply ships

will prove very useful.

Before you leave...

there is one last matter
to attend to.

Bring him.

Toral

son of Duras.

You stand convicted of treason.

The Duras family will one day
rule the Empire.

Perhaps...

but not today.

Worf...

this child's family
wrongly took your name

and your honor from you.

In return...

I give his life... to you.

What's wrong?

Kill him!

No.

But it's our way.

It's the Klingon way.

I know...

but it is not my way.

This boy has done me no harm

and I will not kill him
for the crimes of his family.

Then it falls to Kurn.

No!

No, you gave me his life

and I have spared it.

As you wish.

Request permission
to return to duty, sir.

Granted.