All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s05e06.The.Game

Etana?

I know you're back there.

Don't make me come after you.

Oh!

Give me that.

You don't need that.

Yes, I do.

I need that communicator.

Ha-ha-ha.

Oh! Oh!

Commander Riker to Enterprise.

I have a terrible problem

down here on Risa.

Give me that.

Go get it.

I don't believe you did that.

Believe it.

Mmm.

What is this?

It's a game.

Everyone here's playing it.

It's fun.

Do I keep my eyes open
or closed?

Open.

What am I seeing?

The playing field.

Now what?

You see the disk and the cone?

Yeah.

Concentrate.

Make the disk go into the cone.

How do I do that?

Just let go.

Relax. You'll do it.

Oh...

What was that?

Your reward

for clearing the first level.

How far does this game go?

As far as you can take it.

Would you like
to go for level two?

Hmm?

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 45208.2.

Commander Riker has rejoined
the Enterprise from Risa

and we're on our way
to an uncharted area

called the Phoenix Cluster.

We're all anticipating

this historic first look
at the region.

It's starting to get busy
around here.

Five new science teams just
beamed in from the Zhukov.

The quarters
are filling up fast.

On top of everything,
there's been a change.

We've been given only two weeks
to complete the exploration.

Two weeks?

That's not enough time
to explore a region that size.

I thought we had five weeks.

Commander, Starfleet has added

a diplomatic mission
to Oceanus IV.

Will, I'm leaving it up to you

to make sure that
all the science departments

have an equal chance
of completing their research.

It'll be quite a juggling act.

Oh, and one piece
of good news...

we're to rendezvous
with a shuttle

carrying Wesley Crusher.

He's on vacation
from the Academy.

Wesley, good.

We'll need an extra hand
around here.

Geordi, how you coming
with the survey preparations?

I'm up to my neck

in observation
schedules right now.

Our biggest hurdle
is sensor availability.

Yeah. Especially since
two new exobiologists

and three stellar cartographers

have joined us from the Zhukov.

15 science teams, only two weeks

and one long-range array

doesn't make
for a great combination.

What about the lateral sensors?

They're booked solid
for planetary observation.

And the gamma ray scanner?

We're reprogramming them now.

Lefler, a moment
of your time, please.

You know Robin Lefler.

Of course.

Well, her work around here
has been so sensational

I've decided to make her
a mission specialist.

Congratulations.

Thank you, sir.

All right, specialist...

what is our sensor status?

We're increasing
the available bandwidth

so more science teams
can use the sensors at once.

We figured out a way to do it
by multiplexing the array.

Can we have that done
before we arrive?

Yes, sir, you can count on it.

Keep it up, Lefler.

Geordi, I brought
something back from Risa

that you have got to try.

I'd love to, but I'm running

a full sensor recalibration
in about ten minutes.

Can it wait?

Of course.
I'll catch up with you later.

Mm-hmm.

Chocolate ice cream

chocolate fudge
and chocolate chips.

You're not depressed, are you?

I'm fine, Commander.

Would you like me
to leave you two alone?

No. You can join us.

No, thanks.

I don't like fudge.

Really? I never met
a chocolate I didn't like.

Doesn't it taste good?

Of course it does

but... it's not just
a matter of taste.

It's the whole experience.

First of all, you have
to spoon the fudge

around the rim

leaving only the ice cream
in the middle.

Then you gently spoon
the ice cream around the sides

like you're sculpting it.

Relish every bite.

Make every one an event

and then,
with the last spoonful

close your eyes...

I had no idea
it was such a ritual.

Chocolate is a serious thing.

I brought something
back from Risa.

Better than chocolate.

Oh?

What is it?

Just a game.

Chief O'Brien.

Welcome back, Wesley.

Congratulations on little Molly.

Thank you.

Wait till you see her.

She's the spitting image
of her dad.

So, where is everybody?

Is my mom around?

The senior staff is
in a meeting.

You're supposed to go
to your mother's quarters.

Oh.

Do you think
it would be all right

if I dropped in just to say hi?

I'll check.

Chief O'Brien to Bridge.

Bridge here.

Wesley Crusher has arrived
and wants to know

if he can stop by
the observation lounge

to say... hi.

I suppose that is acceptable.

Thanks.

- Surprise!
- Surprise!

Mom!

Oh, welcome home.

Hi, Mom.

- Wesley!
- Captain!

Quomodo tua Latinitas est?

Praestat quam prius.

Ooh!

Oppido bonum.

Your Latin has improved.

You're looking very handsome.

You really do that cadet uniform
justice, Wesley.

I bet you're driving
all the girls wild.

Wesley... Tarvokian pound cake.

I made it myself.

Thanks, Worf.

Wesley, was our attempt

to make you uncomfortable
effective?

You bet it was.

For a second there, I thought
I was on the wrong ship.

Did you find
our deception pleasing?

Yeah. It's fun to be surprised.

Are you here to work,
or to play, Mr. Crusher?

Sir?

I know you're on vacation
and would probably like to sleep

and spend some time
on the holodeck.

But, if you're so inclined,
we could use your help

with the Phoenix Cluster survey.

Sounds great, sir.

Excellent.

Soon as you get settled,
come down to Engineering.

We'll get you started, huh?

Okay.

Oh...

So what kind of game is this?

Come by my quarters
and I'll show it to you.

Have you found the Academy
challenging, Wesley?

Yeah.

I thought after being
on the Enterprise

it would be a breeze

but there is a lot more to learn

than just starship operations.

What was your first year like?

Although I did extremely well
scholastically

my lack of human understanding
often created social obstacles.

Like what?

I particularly remember

the phenomenon
of practical jokes

several of which
I fell victim to.

Tell me about it.

The first week that I was there

this guy named Adam Martoni

reprogrammed the sonic shower
to cover me with mud.

It took me a while,
but I got him back really good.

Good for you.

Thanks.

I also found
social gatherings difficult.

There was one event,
an Academy tradition

the Sadie Hawkins dance?

They still hold it every year.

A notably awkward experience.

I know what you mean.

I can't even dance.

Really?

Your mother is quite an expert.

She recently taught me.

The Dancing Doctor?

Yeah. She tried to teach me, too

but I just don't have the knack.

I would be happy
to teach you dancing.

I have programmed
a comprehensive, 17-part course

with some interesting
holographic partners.

I'll let you know.

Hmm.

I'll modify
the planetary scanners.

Just make sure we have
enough data lines open

for the stellar physics.

No problem... I'll compress
the signal flow.

All right.

Why aren't these registering?

You might try
calibrating them manually.

Excuse me?

The detectors... they tend
to get temperamental.

You can try calibrating them
by hand.

Oh.

Oh, you're kidding.

The computer has to do this.

No. Look... the subroutine
lets you do it from the panel.

Law 17..."When all else fails,
do it yourself."

It's working.

Thanks.

Sure.

Uh, by the way...

I'm Wesley.

Wesley Crusher.

I know.

Just back from the Academy.

That's right.

Robin Lefler.

Hi.

Hi.

Your neutrinos are drifting.

They're what?

Geordi, a conflict has arisen

between
the planetary evolution team

and the stellar physicists.

Each wishes to be the first

to use
the thermal imaging array.

Well, tell them to flip a coin.

We've got to work together
on this mission

otherwise, we're never
going to get it done.

A coin... very good.

I will replicate
one immediately.

Dr. Crusher to Data.

Data here.

Do you have a minute
to join me in Sick Bay?

I need your help with something.

Yes, Doctor. On my way.

You wanted to see me, Doctor?

Yes, Data, I need to ask
you to do something for me.

I'm working on a new experiment
with bioactive silicon.

Would you reprogram
this tricorder

to these specifications?

Certainly.

I'm sorry to bother you with it

but I need it done quickly.

It does not bother me, Doctor.

In fact, I am happy...

Computer, secure Sick Bay.

All entries to Sick Bay
are secured.

Let's see, I have Novakovich
for anthropology

and Horne for creative writing.

Walter Horne?

Is he still teaching?

Yeah, he is, and he's good, too.

And you'll be pleased to know
I took your advice.

The first week that I was there,
I went and met Boothby.

Ohh... How is old Boothby?

I, uh...

I hope he didn't tell you
a lot of stories about me.

He didn't remember you, sir.

At first.

I found an old
yearbook photo of you

and he remembered you
right away.

He said he's very proud of you

that you're Captain
of the Enterprise.

Is he still tending grounds

or have the years finally
caught up with him?

Not that I can tell.

He took me on a grand tour
of the place.

He showed me every single
blade of grass, practically.

I had the very same tour.

Sir... what do the initials
"A.F." stand for?

A.F.?

Boothby said he caught you

carving those initials
into his prized elm tree.

A.F.

Oh... just, uh,
an acquaintance of mine.

Wesley, if you meet someone

whose initials you might want
to carve into that elm tree

don't let it interfere
with your studies.

I failed organic chemistry
because of A.F.

Crusher to Captain Picard.

Go ahead, Doctor.

I need you in Sick Bay
immediately.

On my way.

He came in complaining
of a servo malfunction

but my scans came out negative.

Then he just collapsed.

What have you found?

His biosystems
and positronic functions

seem to check out

and his power cells are active.

From what I can tell,
his higher functions are intact

but the signals aren't getting
from his brain

to the rest of his body.

It's like he's in a coma.

Data performs self-diagnostic
routines on a regular basis.

We should take a look
at his logs.

They may reveal something.

I recommend going through
his quarters as well.

Never know what we might find.

Agreed.

Continue the analysis.

Keep me informed.

A standard security sweep

shows nothing
out of the ordinary.

Personal logs...
diagnostics, duty logs...

they all appear normal.

There's no evidence

of anything that could lead
to Data's shutdown.

Maybe we should ask his cat.

I guess I'd better
get back to Sick Bay

see if there's any change
in his condition.

Dr. Crusher's got everything
under control, Geordi.

If there's any change
you'd be the first to know.

I guess so.

Looks to me
like you need a break.

Unwind a little.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

I've got just the thing.

Why don't you join me

in Ten-Forward?

There's something
I'd like you to try.

Conduits 12 and 22
are still down for testing.

We can reroute
through junction 14-B.

You have a funny way of looking
at conduit configuration

but it works.

That's Law 36.

You got to go with what works.

What are all these laws
that I keep hearing?

They're my personal laws.

Every time I learn
something essential

I make up a law about it,
so I never forget.

How many do you have?

102, so far.

Looks like the starboard array

needs another subprocessor.

It'll be on line
in a few minutes.

I'm way ahead of you.

They said you were good.

Why do I get the feeling
that you already know me?

I have a few friends
at the Academy.

Your name's come up
a couple of times.

That's really some stunt
you pulled on Adam Martoni

in the physics lab.

I just want to know

how you got the antimatter
regulator to spray chili sauce?

There is another side
to that story.

Is it true what they say
about your birthmark?

This isn't fair.

I hardly know anything
about you.

Hey...

that's Law 46.

- Life isn't always fair.
...always fair.

Yeah, I know that law.

I still have to work
on the sensor relays

but I'd like a chance
to even the score.

Ten-Forward, 1900 hours.

Will you join me for coffee?

No.

No, I'll meet you for dinner.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

We have arrived
at the Phoenix Cluster

but it will take us
several hours

to determine
the best possible location

from which to conduct
our survey.

Commander Data's condition
remains unchanged

with no further indication as
to the cause of his collapse.

Mom?

Wesley!

What are you doing?

Oh, I'm, uh, embarrassed to say.

This was meant for you

but it was so much fun
I couldn't resist.

What is it?

It's a game.

Riker brought it back from Risa.

Everybody's playing it.

Want to try?

Maybe later.

How's Data?

Geordi's still working on him.

He's going to be fine.

I think I should go
give him a hand.

No.

Wesley, you are on vacation.

You have done enough already.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Computer

increase light level.

Are you in a hurry?

Yeah, I'm late
for a dinner date.

Really?

With who?

Robin Lefler, from Engineering.

Why don't you invite her here?

We can all play
the game together.

I can replicate a couple more.

Mom.

Sorry.

It's just that I want
to spend some time together

while you're here.

We'll have time together.
I promise.

Okay.

Okay.

Just one game.

Come on, try it on.

Mom... I really need
to get ready.

Have a good time.

Thanks.

I will.

When your parents

are the only plasma specialists
in the sector

you do a lot
of traveling around.

We went from base
to base to base.

I felt like a piece of luggage
after a while.

I spent all of my time
around technical equipment.

My first friend
was a tricorder.

Really?

My very first friend
was a warp coil.

My parents' work came first.

They didn't really
have time for me.

Even when I needed them.

So, that's how I learned
my first law.

Law One... you can only
count on yourself.

Sounds kind of Ionely.

Well, now you're here.

Now I'm here.

Well, I'm glad.

So, you wouldn't believe
what's going on in Engineering.

Commander La Forge
and all the others

they're crazy
about some new game.

Yeah. What kind of game is it?

It's some Risian gadget
that fits over your ear.

Have you played it?

Hmm-mm. Not yet.

My mom has one.

She keeps trying
to get me to play it.

It's everywhere.

See what I mean?

Don't you think
that's a little strange...

everybody playing it,
all the time?

It's just a fad.

It's here this week.

Next week, we won't
even know it existed.

I wonder how it works?

Why don't you try it
and find out?

I'd like to know
a little bit more about it

before I try it.

I bet if we work together,
we could figure it out.

Yeah.

We could hook it up
to one of the computers.

The medical programs in the lab

can be set up to emulate
human responses.

I noticed it uses
a visual interface.

We could connect it
through an optical sensor.

I've loaded the neurological
behavior program.

This sensor pad will allow
the computer to process

whatever information
the game sends at it.

Let's see what happens.

Okay.

It's activating
the reticular formation.

There's heavy synaptic activity
all over the place.

I wonder what happens
after prolonged exposure.

Speed up the processor
and we'll find out.

The effects seem centered
around the frontal lobe.

Computer, enhance frontal lobe,
full spectrum.

It's stimulating
the septal area.

That's the pleasure center
of the brain.

Whatever this thing does,
it must feel pretty good.

No wonder it's so popular.

Look at this.

Serotonin levels are way off.

Let's run
a neurochemical analysis.

I'm seeing widespread bonding

to neuro-receptors.

Correct me if I'm wrong

but this looks like
a psychotropic reaction.

Are you saying you think
the game's addictive?

What's going on
in the prefrontal cortex?

Doesn't that area
control higher reasoning?

Yeah, it sure does.

I better go talk to the Captain.

Come.

Sorry to bother you, sir.

It's no bother, Wesley.

Please, sit down.

Thanks.

How are the survey
preparations coming along?

They're coming along fine

but that's not what I'm here
to talk to you about.

What then?

There's a-a game going around.

It's something that Commander
Riker brought back from Risa.

It's a... a device

that hooks around the ears.

Hmm.

Yes, I've seen it.

I did some preliminary tests
on the game

and what I found
leads me to believe

that it may have
some harmful side effects.

Specifically, sir, I think
it's psychotropically addictive.

Addictive?

What have you discovered?

The game initiates
a serotonin cascade

in the frontal lobe
of the brain.

Now, I know
that's nothing conclusive

but it could explain why
everyone is so attracted to it.

And at the same time

it stimulates the brain's
reasoning center.

Now, I don't know
what that's all about.

Hmm. I'll start
an investigation immediately.

Thank you, Mr. Crusher.

Thank you, sir.

And, Wesley...

it's good
to have you back again.

Have you tried this?

I've tried it.

Thanks, it's great.

Uh-huh.

Robin...

Where have you been?

Everybody's after me to try it.

I know.

I got stopped
in the corridors twice.

I talked to the Captain.

He's going to look into it.

Well, I hope he makes a shipwide
announcement or something

because this thing is really
starting to give me the creeps.

Did you forget your games?

We left them in our quarters.

Well, then, you can use mine.

No, thanks.

Try it.

She said, "No, thanks."

You know what else
is really weird?

If this game is so addictive

there's only one person
on board

we can be sure wouldn't
be affected by it.

Data.

Right. And he managed
to get injured

right when the game
was brought on board.

We better take a look at him.

Maybe you should go check again.

The nurse is still
playing the game.

I don't know what
to make of this.

There's brain activity.

All his systems
seem to be working.

How can that be?
He's unconscious.

Maybe there's a signal breach
between his brain and his body.

Let's map his neuro-system

and see if we can isolate
a weak link.

Patch the neural output
through to that station.

Here!

The signal stops just below
his cortex processor.

There's some kind of damage.

It's almost unreadable.

Let's look at it on the viewer.

Wesley, look at that.

It looks like
some of his positronic links

have been severed.

The cuts are precise.

Look at how clean the edges are.

Computer, increase
magnification, factor four.

Only two people on board

know enough about Data
to do something like this...

Commander La Forge...

and my mother.

Why would one of them
do this to him?

Maybe there's more going on here
than we thought.

What if someone's trying
to use the game

for some purpose
other than pleasure?

Then Data would be
a threat to that plan.

And only with Data
out of the way

would everyone become addicted.

And everyone has.

Except us.

We have reached the designated
coordinates, Captain.

There's a ship bearing 327 mark
152 on an intercept course.

Advise them of our status,
Mr. Worf.

Go, replicate what you need

and see that the devices
are properly distributed...

not forgetting Mr. Crusher.

Wesley?

Wesley?

In here, Mom.

It worked.

We should keep
these mockups with us.

We can't trust anyone anymore

not even the Captain.

I'm supposed to be on duty
in Engineering.

I've got to go before Commander
La Forge suspects something.

Okay, when you get there,
start accessing the codes

to the security tracking system.

There's something
I want to try.

Wesley, don't forget Law 91.

Always watch your back.

You, too.

The vessel is
approaching, Captain.

Computer, all senior officers
report to the Bridge.

On screen.

Report.

Welcome, Etana.

The Enterprise has been secured.

We await
your further instructions.

The expansion
will proceed as follows:

Commander Riker

you will pilot a shuttlecraft
to the Cleon system

where you will rendezvous
with the Starship Endeavor.

Proceed with distributing
the device to that vessel.

Commander La Forge,
Counselor Troi

take a shuttle to Starbase 67.

Distribute the device

to all starships
currently docked there.

We also have an opportunity

to introduce the game
to Starfleet Academy.

Excellent. See to it.

The Ktarians commend
your efforts, Picard.

Once the expansion is complete

you and your crew
will be rewarded.

Deck 36.

Wesley, at what level are you?

I'm only level 10.

I'm at level 47.

That's great.

You know what the secret is,
don't you?

Don't force it.

If you just let the game happen

it almost plays itself.

I'll try that.

I think we're going to be okay.

I've just got
one more thing to do.

Help me compile
the force field overrides.

What are you doing?

I created a site-to-site
transporter program.

If things get difficult

this will keep us
one step ahead of them.

Were you able to access
the security tracking codes?

Robin?

It's your turn.

Play the game, Wesley.

Get back here!

Computer, activate
security containment field

deck 36, section 52!

Computer, transport program
Crusher one.

Riker to Bridge,
we lost Crusher.

It appears he rigged
a site-to-site transport.

Security alert, condition three.

Computer, shut down

all transporter systems
and shuttle bays.

Mr. La Forge?

I can't track him, sir.

He's done something to
the internal security sensors.

I'll try bypassing
his subcommands.

Hold on.

I'm picking up a piece
of his trail, sir.

Sensors show power activation
in Transporter Room Three.

That would put him
somewhere on deck six.

Seal off deck six.

Activate security fields
sections 23 through 29.

Aye, sir.

We've got him, Captain...
section 25.

Looks like he's trying

to cut through the force field
with a phaser.

Security to deck six,
section 25.

On our way.

You check left.

Where the hell is he?

I am attempting

to isolate him
with thermal sensors.

Narrow the scan field.

Go deck by deck if you have to.

Unfortunately,
he knows our procedures.

He will avoid
all corridors and public areas.

Commander,
an unidentified heat source.

Deck seven, section 23. There!

No!

Let go of me!

It's okay, Wesley.

You led us
quite a chase, Mr. Crusher.

Dr. Crusher.

No!

Hold him steady.

It's okay, Wesley.
It won't hurt.

No!

You'll like it.

His eyes.

That's right, Wesley.

Just let it go.

Yes.

Just let yourself go.

Relax.

Computer, resume
normal illumination.

Mr. Worf, you will find
a small alien ship

off the starboard bow.

Please secure it with a tractor
beam and raise our shields.

Engaging tractor beam.

Are you all right, Captain?

I think so, Mr. Data.

Captain, we are being hailed
by the alien vessel.

On screen.

Explain yourself, Picard.

The explanation is simple.

Your attempt to capture
our ship has failed.

Release us immediately,
or we will open fire.

Tactical analysis, Mr. Worf.

Their weapons systems

are substantially
inferior to ours.

They are not a threat.

Get her off the screen.

I can't believe
what we were about to do.

Data, we deactivated you.

I managed to reconnect
his positronic matrix.

Wesley's subsequent
diversions

gave me adequate time
to modify the palm beacon.

The optical burst patterns
we programmed were successful

in counteracting
the addictive effects

of the game.

And the rest of the crew?

We programmed the main computer
to transmit

the same optical burst to all
display screens, stations

and terminals
throughout the ship.

That should reach
almost everyone.

Take a medical team
to treat the rest.

Aye, sir.

We'll take the alien ship

to the nearest
Federation Starbase.

Ensign, lay in a course.

Captain's Log,
Stardate 45212.1.

We have delivered the Ktarian
vessel to Starbase 82

and are now on a course

to rendezvous
with the Starship Merrimack

which will transport
Wesley Crusher

back to Starfleet Academy.

I never saw you wear these.

Afraid someone
might see your birthmark?

Now I wonder who started
that birthmark rumor.

I wish you didn't have to go.

Me, too.

You'll write, won't you?

Somebody has to kill
all those rumors

you keep hearing about me.

Mr. Crusher, we've rendezvoused
with the Merrimack.

Please report
to Transporter Room Two.

On my way, sir.

I got to go.

Here.

A gift.

So you'll remember.

Robin's Laws... all 102 of them.

Thanks.

Law 103?

Yes?

A couple of light-years
can't keep good friends apart.

Bye.