All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s05e05.Disaster

Captain's Log,
Stardate 45156.1.

Our mission to Mudor V
has been completed

and since our next assignment
will not begin for several days

we're enjoying a welcome
respite from our duties.

If it's a boy, Michael,
after my father.

Wait a minute. We decided
on Hiro, after my father.

We talked about this last night.

That's right, and we decided

on Hiro.

Wait. I've got it.

William. It's a great name...
William O'Brien.

It's got a nice ring to it.

Oh... oh, it's all right.

He's just doing somersaults.

Here, feel.

Right there.

Oh. Going to be
a hell of a gymnast.

May I?

Sure. There. Feel it?

When he's not turning

he's kicking or punching.

When I want to sleep,
he wants to wake up.

At this point,
I just wish it were over.

Have to go.

I have a transporter
simulation on the Bridge.

Bye-bye, Michael.

No.

Come on, Geordi.

No.

Just try it once.

It is not as hard as you think.

I'm telling you,
you will be terrific.

All right.

It's silly.

I am the very model
of a modern Major-General

I've information vegetable,
animal and mineral...

No, I... I can't do this.

Yes, you can.

I cannot sing
in front of people.

You were terrific!

You were a little off pitch

but I think
I can take care of that.

Okay, La Forge
is the modern Major-General.

Captain, I'd like
to introduce you

to the winners of the
primary school science fair.

This is Marissa,
Jay Gordon and Patterson.

They're here for their tour.

Hello.

Can we see

the Battle Bridge
and torpedo bay?

No, I'm afraid not

but we will be visiting
the hydroponics

and the astrophysics
laboratories.

I'm sure you'll have
a wonderful time.

Well... if you'll come with me.

I'm not sure
who to feel sorry for...

the Captain or the kids.

I want you to know
that we're very proud

of our science fair winners.

Perhaps some of you will...

choose to pursue a career
in Starfleet.

Well, then, um...

Uh... what did you do
for your science projects?

I planted radishes

in this special dirt,
and they came up all weird.

I see. That's very...
very commendable.

And you?

An analysis

of the life span of
the swarming moths on Gonal IV.

They only live for 20 hours.

Then they all die.

How interesting.

And you?

We're falling.

What happened?

Sensors are picking up
subspace distortions

and high-energy particles
directly to starboard.

Looks like we ran into
a quantum filament.

Damage report?

We've lost primary life-support.

Switching to secondary systems.

Impulse and warp engines
are off-line.

There's another filament
moving toward us, sir.

All decks brace for impact.

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.

Counselor.

I'm all right.

Medical team to the Bridge.

Troi to Sick Bay.

Counselor Troi
to Captain Picard.

Troi to Engineering.

Counselor Troi
to any crew member.

Please acknowledge.

Medical team to the Bridge.

Computer's down.

It looks like
we still have impulse power

but not much else.

Lieutenant Monroe.

Chief O'Brien...

the turbolifts aren't working.

We're trapped up here.

Are you...
are you children all right?

Bridge, this is Picard.

This is the Captain.

Does anyone read me?

Why don't they answer?

I don't know.

They're all dead.

They're not dead.

Communication is down,
that's all.

We're going to die, too.

We most certainly are not.

Now, listen to me.

No one here is going to die.

The Bridge will be sending
a rescue party

as soon as possible

so I want you all
to stop crying!

Everything is going
to be all right!

This is the Federation
Starship Enterprise

calling any vessel within range.

We are in distress
and need assistance.

Please respond.

I'm still not sure
if we're even transmitting.

I'll set the message
on auto-repeat

and see if we get a response.

You all right?

I'm alive.
What the hell happened?

We were hit
by a quantum filament.

Most of our systems are down

and we haven't been able

to contact anybody
off the Bridge.

Well, don't count
on leaving through there.

An emergency bulkhead closed
just beneath that lift.

Confinement mode.

Right. Isolation protocol.

I'm, um, not really familiar

with that protocol.

If the computer senses
a hull breach

it automatically closes
emergency bulkheads

to isolate the breach.

Until we can clear
those bulkheads

we'll be cut off
from the rest of the ship.

I have partial sensors
back on line.

I'm picking up
sporadic life signs

throughout the saucer section.

There are definitely survivors.

What about Ten-Forward?

Ten-Forward?

My wife's there.

I'm sorry, Chief.

The readings
are not that specific.

Can you scan

the drive section?

I'm not reading
life signs in the drive section.

Could the sensors
be malfunctioning?

There's no way to know.

Without the main computer

I can't run a full diagnostic.

Can you sense anything,
Counselor?

There are a lot
of people still alive.

Many of them are hurt

but I-I can't tell
where they are.

We need to start
emergency procedures.

Who's the duty officer?

Lieutenant Monroe was in
command, but she's dead.

I believe Counselor Troi

is the senior officer
on the deck.

Counselor Troi?

She carries the rank

of Lieutenant Commander.

I'd, uh...
I'd appreciate some suggestions.

I recommend we initiate
emergency procedure Alpha Two.

Bypass computer control

and place all systems
on manual override.

Very well.

Aye-aye, sir.

May I suggest

that our next priority
be to stabilize life support

and to try and reestablish
intership communications.

Yes. Mr. Mandel, I'd like you
to assist Ensign Ro.

Yes, sir.

How are you feeling?

Okay. A little foggy.

Just lie still for a while.

We're going to get
you to Sick Bay

as soon as we can.

Okay.

Report.

I have surveyed all the
turbolifts and service crawlways

on this deck.

Access to the Bridge
has been completely severed

by emergency bulkheads.

Sick Bay?

Heavy damage to Section 23-A

has cut off access to Sick Bay.

I have ordered a security team
to bring casualties here

until further notice.

I think we should
assume the worst...

that everyone on the Bridge
is dead

that there's no one
in control of the ship.

In that circumstance,
reestablishing control

of the ship
should be our top priority.

Agreed.
Can we get to Engineering?

No, sir. The most direct route
is blocked

but I believe we can use
the starboard service crawlway.

Okay, you and I'll try
to get there.

Mr. Worf, this room is about

to fill up with wounded
in a few minutes.

They're going to need help.

I want you
to stay in charge here.

Yes, sir.

Let's go.

Over here.

Yes, sir.

Okay.

Clear the power shunt.

The shunt is cleared.

Right. And bypass
the flow current, and...

The computer

still won't release the doors.

Can we force them open?

Yeah, we can try.

There's an emergency
hand actuator.

Geordi...

Yeah?

This wall is hot.

Where?

I'm all right

but I think
we've got a new problem.

One of the energy conduits
must have ruptured

and ignited the polyduranide
inside the bulkhead.

That's a plasma fire.

It's putting out
a lot of radiation.

We can't stay here much longer.

Yeah, but we've got
a bigger problem than that.

The quartum in those containers

is used
in emergency thruster packs.

It's normally
pretty stable stuff

but when you expose quartum
to radiation

it has a way of exploding.

The external power is cut off.

We're going to die.

What... what was that?

I don't know.

Your name is Marissa.
That right?

Well, Marissa

I need a First Officer
to help me.

You're the oldest

and so that makes you
my Number One.

Number One?

That's what I always call

my First Officer, so...

...here.

There.

Now, Number One, we need a crew
to help us get that hatch off.

Don't you think

that Jay here would make
an excellent

science officer?

What do you say, Jay?

Will you join our crew?

It's Jay Gordon.

Of course.

Forgive me, Jay Gordon.

I accept.

Here.

There.

Can I be an officer, too?

Well, let me see.

Your science project
involved radishes

did it not?

Yes, sir.

Then I shall appoint you

my executive officer
in charge of radishes.

There.

Right.

Then let's get to work.

13-65 Baker.

That should put us right
behind Shuttle Bay Two.

That is correct, sir.

We have approximately 52 meters
remaining in this crawlway

before we can safely exit
into a main corridor.

Coolant leak!

We can withstand
this level of radiation

for another three or four hours
without any permanent damage.

We'll need a few days
of hyronalin treatments.

What are the radiation
levels in the quartum?

They're at 83 rads

and rising at a rate
of about four rads per minute.

That stuff gets unstable
at about 350 rads.

I still haven't been able

to get any power
to this transporter.

The radiation level is
about 20% lower

at this end of the bay.

Let's move
the containers over to here.

That's a good idea.

It'll buy us some time.

You know, we're going to have
to do this by hand.

With all the radiation
floating around in here

we can't trust
the anti-grav units.

There... just before
the second time we were hit.

See the subspace distortion?

Yes.

How big is a quantum filament?

Well, it could be
hundreds of meters long

but it has almost no mass

which makes it
very difficult to detect.

So it's like a cosmic string.

No, that's a completely
different phenomenon.

How did you do that?

I diverted power

from the phaser array

and I dumped it into
the Engineering control system.

You what?!

Engineering station's
on line, Counselor.

But that...

that's a completely
improper procedure.

You can't just dump
that much raw energy

into a Bridge
terminal without...

We're not going to get out
of this by playing it safe.

What is
our engine status, Ensign?

We've got
half impulse power available

but I'm getting
some odd readings

from the warp drive.

I'm reading a spike
in the warp field array.

It looks like
a containment deviation.

Switch to primary bypass.

Nothing.

Field strength's
at 40% and falling.

We've got a problem.

The quantum resonance
of the filament

caused a polarity shift

in the antimatter
containment field.

When the filament hit us

the ship
was momentarily charged

as if it had come in contact
with a live electrical wire.

That weakened
the containment field

surrounding
the antimatter pods.

The field strength is at 40%
and it is still falling.

If it falls to 15%,
the field will collapse

and we'll have
a containment breach.

Which means?

Which means
the ship will explode.

Commander, the current
cannot be shut off

from this relay box.

We can't just sit here.

If the energy flowing through
that arc were interrupted

by a nonconductive material

it is likely
the circuit would be broken.

Well, I don't see
anything in here

that'll handle
that much current.

Commander,
much of my body framework

is made up of tripolymers,
a nonconductive material.

Are you suggesting
we use your body?

Yes, sir.

Data, there's half
a million amps

going through that arc.

Could your body handle
that much current?

The power surge would cause

a systems failure
in my internal processors

and melt
my primary power couplings.

However, there is a chance

that the damage
would not be irreparable.

No.

Commander...

our options are very limited.

First of all, android or not

I wouldn't ask anyone
to take that kind of risk.

Second, if the computer
is not working in Engineering

I'm going to need your help
to get control of the ship.

My positronic brain
has several layers of shielding

to protect me from power surges.

It would be possible for you
to remove my cranial unit

and take it with you.

Let me get this straight.

You want me
to take off your head?

Yes, sir.

Is something wrong, sir?

Well, Data...

...would you be all right?

My memory core and neural nets
are self-contained.

I would be fine, sir.

Well, like you said...

our options are limited.

Hmm.

Data!

Oh... Data.

Data.

A remarkable experience,
Commander.

Are you all right?

Did the shielding work?

Apparently so, sir.

My neural nets
are still fully operational.

You may begin by opening
the ventral access panel

Iocated two centimeters
below my right ear.

Can you climb up?

Yes, I think so.

Good.

Now, look down
the sides of the lift.

Can you see two big clamps?

Yes, I see them.

Can you see

if those clamps
are attached to...

long beams inside big grooves?

Yes.

But one of them looks broken.

It's half out of the groove.

All right, come down.

All right.

Number One.

Those big clamps are
part of the emergency system.

If anything goes wrong

they're designed to hold
the turbolift in place.

But it would seem
that they're damaged.

Is that why we keep shaking?

That's right.

Now, when they give way,
we shall fall

so you've got to get
your crew out of here

before that happens.

Now there's a ladder

that runs along the wall
of the shaft.

You can climb up that until
you come to an open doorway.

Well...

what about you?

My ankle is broken.

I will just slow you down,
and you need to move quickly.

Now you're the leader,
and that's an order.

We have to climb up the shaft.

I want to stay here
with you, Captain.

Patterson, you're an officer.

You have to obey orders.

I don't want to be
an officer anymore.

I want to stay here with you.

If the Captain stays here,
we won't make it.

We'll all die.

We don't have time to argue.

You must go now.

The crew has decided
to stick together.

We all go or we all stay.

All right, I'll try.

But I want you to know
this is mutiny.

Now, Number One

Iook at that control panel.

Now, the yellow control pad,
hit that once.

Now, the one below it,
hit it twice.

Now that should release
the panel underneath.

Yes, it did.

Now you can pull it away.

Okay.

Good.

Now, that bundle of wires,
that's optical cabling.

See how much of that
you can pull out.

The levels are still rising.

There must be some way
to put that fire out.

The energy is being fed

by the ship's
internal power grid

and we can't even get near that.

The only way to stop it

would be to eliminate
its supply of oxygen.

Wait a minute.

Doctor, I've got an idea.

Now, it's kind of wild,
but we just might be able

to kill two birds
with one stone.

Let's hear it.

Okay, we open
the external door.

That would depressurize
the Cargo Bay

and suck all of these
containers out into space.

At the same time

the lack of oxygen should
put out the plasma fire.

What about us?

We just need to find
something in here to hold onto

while the air is evacuating.

Then we close the door,
repressurize the bay.

What about this?

Yeah.

Yeah, that ought to do it.

There, that should do it.

There will be a sharp pain
as I set the bone.

Prepare yourself.

Ooh!

Good.

Good, you bore that well.

Oh...

Keiko?

I'm all right...

I think.

Perhaps you should lie down.

I'm having contractions.

I believe that is not uncommon

in the late months of pregnancy.

No, I mean contractions.

I'm going into labor.

You cannot.

This is not a good time, Keiko.

It's not open for debate.

Like it or not,
this baby is coming.

If the containment
field strength

continues to drop
at its present rate

we still have at least two hours

before it becomes critical.

But you're ignoring the fact

that the power coupling
is also damaged.

If that coupling overheats

the field strength could drop
a lot faster.

We could have
a containment breach

in a matter of minutes.

What do you suggest?

We should separate
the saucer now

and put as much distance
as possible

between us
and the drive section.

Excuse me, sir,
but that's damn cold-blooded.

What about
the people down there?

There's no evidence
that anyone is still alive

in the drive section.

No evidence
they're dead, either.

If you were trapped down there

would you like us
to cut you loose

and just leave?

No, of course not

but I also wouldn't expect
the Bridge crew

to risk the safety of the ship

and hundreds of lives

in a futile effort to rescue me.

You said there was no way
to stabilize

the containment field
from the Bridge.

Could it be done
from Engineering?

Yes, but my readings indicate
there's no power down there.

They don't even have monitors
to tell them there's a problem.

Could we divert energy
from the Bridge

to those monitors?

Yes, sir.

I will say it again:

There is no reason to believe

that anyone is still alive
in Engineering.

We're wasting time
even talking about this.

We have to separate
the ship now.

I believe there are
still people alive down there

and I'm going to give them
every chance.

Assuming they're alive,
they'll be hoping

there's someone up here
who can help them

so we'll help them.

Chief, divert the necessary
power to Engineering.

Aye, sir.

I remind you, Counselor

that power coupling
could overheat at any moment.

By not separating the ship now

you could be responsible
for all our deaths.

Thank you, Ensign.

Proceed.

I can't open this door.

We're going to have to climb up
to the next deck.

What if that one
doesn't open, either?

Then we'll never get out.

Quiet, both of you.

That's an order.

We're going up.

Ready?

Ready, sir.

The lift's falling.

Hang on!

We're all right.

We're going to keep on climbing.

Just don't look down.

What's wrong?

He's scared.

We're right with
you, Patterson.

You're not
going to fall.

Everything will be all right
if you just keep climbing.

What we need...

is a climbing song.

Marissa, is there a song

that you sing
at school?

Um..."The Laughing Vulcan
and His Dog"?

I'm afraid
I don't know that one.

I know...

"Frere Jacques."

That's a song I used to sing
when I was at school.

Patterson?

Do you know that one?

Good.

It goes like this:

Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques

Dormez vous

Dormez vous

Sonnez les matines

Sonnez les matines

Ding, ding, dong,
ding, ding, dong...

Very good. Now, keep singing.

Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques

Dormez vous, dormez vous

Sonnez les matines,
sonnez les matines

Ding, ding, dong,
ding, ding, dong

Frere Jacques, Frere Jacques

Dormez vous, dormez vous

Sonnez les matines,
sonnez les matines

Ding, ding, dong,
ding, ding, dong

Frere Jacques,
Frere Jacques...

Your contractions
are now only 30 seconds apart.

Oh!

Dilation has gone
to seven centimeters

since the onset of labor.

That did not take long.

That's easy for you to say.

You are doing very well.

I'm sure the child
will arrive soon.

Worf, has the baby turned?

Turned?

So the head is down.

Dr. Crusher told me
a few days ago that it hadn't.

She wasn't worried

because I still had
a month to go.

I am not certain.

Can't you tell?

Worf, have you ever
done this before?

Delivered a baby?

Yes...

No.

I took the Starfleet
emergency medical course.

In a computerized simulation

I assisted in the delivery

of a human baby.

Sometimes it doesn't
go by the book, Worf.

I am sure

everything will be fine.

Once the air is vented,
the first thing you'll feel

is an extreme pressure
on your lungs.

You have to resist
the temptation to exhale.

Okay.

Next, our hands and feet
will get cold, then numb

and some of the capillaries

on the exposed sections
of the skin may burst.

Sounds like fun.

We will have about 15 seconds
of useful consciousness

then about ten seconds
of extreme disorientation

then we pass out.

Okay. Once the air is evacuated

one of us is going to need
to get to that panel

to repressurize the bay.

We're ready.

Are you okay?

The field strength
is down to 20%.

We cannot run the risk
of staying here any longer.

We're in no danger
till it drops below 15%.

We can afford to wait and see

if someone in Engineering
notices those monitors.

Have you made preparations
to separate the saucer section?

Yes, sir. We're in stand-by mode
for docking latches...

Ensign, there's
a thermal inversion

in the power coupling.

Quick... cross connect it

to the transfer coil.

That was close.

What happened?

Exactly what I said
might happen...

the power coupling overheated

and the entire containment field
almost collapsed.

O'Brien's fixed it
temporarily

but this could happen again
at any moment

and next time we might not
be able to stop it.

You can't let wishful thinking
guide your decision, Counselor.

It's time to leave.

We will separate the ship
when I decide that it's time

and not before.

Is that clear

Ensign?

Yes. Perfectly.

Okay, try it.

Very good, Commander.

You have established
a connection.

I can now raise the door.

There's no power
on this entire deck

and yet, somehow
these monitors are working.

The power reaching
those monitors

has been diverted
from the Bridge, sir.

But why?

Unless there's something
they want us...

something they need us to see.

Wait a minute.

Data, the containment
field strength is down to 18%.

Can you stabilize it?

No, sir. I do not have access
to the containment field.

You will have to establish

a new link.

Locate the ODN conduit, sir.

Got it.

Yes, sir. You must now change
the input matrix

of my secondary optical port

and then connect
the ODN conduit.

That is not
the correct port, sir.

Sorry.

You must hurry, Commander.

The containment field
has dropped to 16%.

I'm trying.
You need a bigger head.

The field continues
to drop, sir.

Collapse is imminent.

Try it now.

I have made a connection, sir.

I am now stabilizing
the containment field.

Sir, the field strength

is stabilizing.

18%...

20...

25...

I guess they got our message.

I was wrong, Counselor.

You could have easily
been right.

Congratulations.

You are fully dilated

to ten centimeters.

You may now give birth.

That's what I've been doing.

Bearing down is the next stage.

It should start
at full dilation.

Why has it not begun?

I don't know.

I don't think it's up to me.

It happens when it happens.

My computer simulation
was not like this.

That delivery was very orderly.

Well, I'm sorry!

Did you feel
an uncontrollable urge to push?

Good.

You are bearing down.

Now you must push
with each contraction

and I must urge you gently
but firmly to push harder.

Push, Keiko.

Push hard.

Push, Keiko.

Push. Push!

Push!

I am pushing!

The baby is emerging head first.

Good. One more contraction.

Okay.

That's good.

Push.

Push.

Hard!

I have the baby.

Oh. Oh.

I will smack the child
to induce breathing.

I will cut the umbilical cord.

Blanket.

Okay.

I believe
she looks like Chief O'Brien.

Oh.

You were wonderful, Worf.

I couldn't have done it
without you.

Hello.

Hello.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

We are en route to Starbase 67
to undergo repairs.

Life aboard the Enterprise
is slowly returning to normal.

Now just wait here.

You just can't stay away
from the big chair, can you?

I don't think
I'm cut out to be Captain.

First Officer, maybe.

I understand there aren't
many qualifications.

Captain Picard to the Bridge,
please.

Hello.

It's good to see you again.

What brings you to the Bridge?

In appreciation
for the way you helped us

get out of the turboshaft

and the way you helped us
not be scared

we want to present to you
this commemorative plaque.

Give it to him.

Well, thank you.

Thank you very much.

I made the back piece.

Oh, and a wonderful job

you did of it, too.

Well, later this afternoon

we're going to finish the tour
I promised you

starting with the Battle Bridge.

I'll see you at 1400 hours.

You have the Bridge,
Number One.

- Aye, sir.
- Aye, sir.