All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s06e01.Times.Arrow-Part.2

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

They found Data's head a
mile beneath San Francisco.

Been down there
about five centuries.

At some future date

I will be transported back
to 19th-century Earth

where I will die.

It has occurred.

It will occur.

Do I know you, Mister...?

Data.

Yes. We were on a ship together.

The Enterprise.

Is that a clipper ship?

It is a starship.

Starship?

My God.

They're delivering more of them
for the others to ingest.

Did my father send you here?

Because if he did,
you must go back

and tell him I'm not
done listening...

I was not sent by your father.

Our ship encountered a species

who appears to be threatening
19th-century Earth.

I'm not willing to accept
that he's dead

and just leave it at that.

We cannot make
Mr. Data our priority.

What is more
important than Data?

Do you remember
the first time we met?

Of course.

Don't be so sure.

If you don't go on this mission

we'll never meet.

And now, the conclusion.

I've long been interested
in the notion of time travelers.

In fact, I wrote a book
about it.

It chronicles the tale
of a man of our era

who fouls the sixth century by
introducing newfangled gadgets

and weapons, all in
the name of progress.

But, uh...

but this, uh, idea
of time travel...

not so farfetched
as it might seem.

In fact, I have just
learned that even now

there are people from the future
right here in San Francisco

and I have no doubt that their
intent is to foul our world

just like my Yankee did
in King Arthur's time.

Well, sir, let me serve notice.

As soon as I have
the necessary evidence

I intend to expose them

and make it absolutely clear
that they are not welcome here.

Yes, sir,
and will this be a sequel

to Connecticut Yankee,
Mr. Twain?

Name is Clemens, boy.

Sam Clemens.

That's with an "E."

With an "E."

Got it.

Excuse 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.

The coroner said

this is where they kept
all the cholera victims.

It doesn't make sense

that so many people
are dying of cholera.

It just isn't that virulent.

Will.

This is strange.

What is it?

The cerebellum,
the cerebral cortex

the brain stem,
the entire nervous system

has been depleted
of electrochemical energy.

Here's another one.

Same neural depletion.

These people
did not die of cholera.

They died because their neural
energy was drained somehow.

Drained?

And taken to Devidia II
for those aliens to ingest?

If you were a time traveler

with a taste
for human neural energy

where would you get your supply?

I would travel back to a time

when there were plagues
and epidemics

so I could murder and use
the disease as a cover.

Over half of the victims

whose neural energy
have been drained

came from
the Sisters of Hope Infirmary.

The charity hospital
near the waterfront.

If the aliens have been
killing people there

well, someone might have
noticed something unusual.

And if they're moving
among humans

then they must have taken on
human form.

But the question is how do we
know who we're looking for?

The tricorder indicated
triolic activity

from most of the bodies
we've looked at.

If the aliens left
that sort of signature

they'll be detectable.

You know, we might even be able

to rig some kind
of alien alarm system.

Any luck contacting Data?

None. Tricorder's broadcasting
random emissions

on all frequencies
his subprocessors might pick up

but the range is limited.

Almost anything could interfere.

She's back.

Mr. Picard?

Yes, Mrs. Carmichael?

Mr. Picard

I'll be reminding you
that it's 1:00.

Yes.

1:00 on a Thursday.

I'm sure I made it clear to you

that the rent is always
due, payable in full

by 1:00 on Wednesdays.

Ah, yes.

Uh... the rent.

Uh, Mrs. Carmichael...

even now, my, uh...

my troupe are in rehearsals
for a new production.

Oh?

I haven't heard
of any new production.

What play is it?

The play.

A Midsummer Night's Dream.

We have performed
in London, Paris

Milan...

Milan, to sold out houses.

I can assure you

you will have the rent in full,
with a bonus.

Oh, no, no, no, no.

I've heard you silver-tongued
devils before.

I'll have my rent in full
tomorrow by 1:00

or you'll be out performing
on the street.

I wouldn't do this
for just anyone, Mr. Clemens

and I hope you won't spread
it around that I let you in.

You know, people start talking.

Of course not, Jack.

And I assure you that Mr. Data

would be most upset
if you didn't.

If I can't find that Letter
of Intent that he left me

our major investor
is going to pull out

and take his business elsewhere.

It has to do with Mr. Data's
engine, doesn't it?

Engine?

Well, yes.

Oh, yes...

yes.

This is exactly
what it's all about.

Ow!

You know, Mr. Clemens

I'm going to do you
another favor today.

You're always looking
for good stories, right?

Mm-hmm.

Well, I've got
a real humdinger for you.

The, uh, story of my life.

Now, I know you
may think I'm young

but I've covered a lot of ground
and, if I do say so myself

it'd make for some pretty
fascinating reading.

So, uh, what do you think?

About what?

About writing my life story.

You and me...

literary partners, of course.

Young man, I have a maxim
that I have always lived by.

No one is more qualified
to write your story

than you are.

Me, be a writer?

You think I could do that?

Long as you write
about what you know.

You got any passions, boy?
Any dreams?

Well, I'd like to do
some traveling

maybe go to sea...

and Alaska.

I've had the strangest notion
to go see Alaska.

That's a great idea, son.

That's exactly what I would do
if I were your age.

Alaska, the Klondike,
the aurora borealis...

That's it!

Follow your dreams,
and write about them.

Thank you, Mr. Clemens.

You know, that is exactly
what I'm going to do.

You do that, son.

You'll see my name in print,
too.

I'm sure I will.

And don't forget... the name's
London. Jack London.

Good-bye, now.

Bye-bye.

I found the head surveyor.

I found the cavern.

You will not be able
to get to it.

The entrance is in a mine shaft

that is in the middle
of the Presidio

on an army base.

Perhaps you could arrange
for us to get in.

How?

With permission to dig
for the mine shaft.

Oh, now, Data,
I've done everything...

I have full confidence
in your persuasive abilities.

Well, I suppose
it's more interesting

than throwing a tea dance.

Strange...

the transceiver assembly
has been removed.

Without it, I will be unable
to track the time shifts.

Twain.

Clemens?

Yes.

He's been driving me crazy.

He watches the house.

He follows me down the street
asking me questions.

If anyone took this,
you can believe it was him.

If you are correct,
he must be warned.

The device has been
modified in such a way

that prolonged contact
with human tissue

would be highly toxic.

Madam Guinan, Mr. Data.

Shame on you, Mr. Clemens.
Shame.

Shame, madam?
I think not.

I find no shame in my efforts
to uncover your plot.

I keep telling you
there is no plot.

Yes, you do
keep telling me that.

What an interesting pair
you are.

Where in Switzerland
did you say you were from

Mr. Data?

I am French, sir, not Swiss.

Oh, yes, that's right.

Now, I remember.

A Frenchman

with a talent for poker,
from what I hear.

You know, I was talking
to a friend of mine

Ches Whitley.

He says to say hello

and wonders
when you're coming back.

I do not believe
I know a Mr. Whitley.

No? He works in
the County Assayer's Office.

He says you've been in there
a number of times

claiming to be
a geological engineer

and wanting information

about mining operations
during the 1850s.

Do you remember him now?

I am unfamiliar
with the gentleman's name.

I have spoken to several people
in that office.

Yes, I know

and in the Hall of Records

and in the Geological Society

and in a little-known
mineral shop in Chinatown.

You do get around, don't you?

As apparently you do,
Mr. Clemens.

Yes. I must admit
you've got me mystified.

This contraption, for instance.

It's very unusual.

It looks quite futuristic.

Tell me, might it
have something to do

with "time shifts"?

In a sense.

The time shift is a gearing
system I have invented

for the horseless carriage.

Ah! Do not insult me!

You have come here
to this century

and brought your infernal
technologies with you

for God only knows what purpose,
but I have no doubt

it will be the people
of this century

who will suffer for it.

My dear Mr. Clemens,
I do think we've heard enough.

Mr. Data's business is his own

and I will thank you
to leave now.

Pardon me, Madam Guinan,
but it is my business, too.

It is the business
of all humanity, I believe

to stop both of you

from whatever it is
you are doing here

and that is what I intend to do.

Just what are you doing
with those lamps?

Replacing the burners.

City ordinance.

Makes it safer
in case of earthquake.

There hasn't been
an earthquake here in 30 years.

Well, that takes care
of this ward.

Time to be moving on.

Earthquakes.

Nurse, if you can
handle things here

I've got a meeting
with the Board of Patrons.

I'll try to manage.

There, by that bed

I can see an afterimage
of triolic waves.

They've been here recently.

I'd say
within the last 24 hours.

That's the bed
where the man died last night.

This man was complaining
about a strange doctor and nurse

who visited that patient.

Perhaps they're still
in the hospital.

Here.

This will make you
more comfortable.

Do you need any help, Doctor?

Dr. Apollinaire felt
he had entered the algid state.

He was cyanotic,
pulse unobservable.

That's an interesting cane.

Doctor!

Hey!

Stand aside.
Stand aside

Let me in there.

People said there
was gunfire in here.

What's going on?

Just a little misunderstanding.

I was just clearing
these people out of here.

I haven't seen you before.

I was just assigned
here this morning.

I was working downtown.

I worked downtown
for three years.

I don't remember you.

We'll be on our way.

No, wait, wait...
I'm going to ask you all

to come down to the station
for questioning

including you.

Where'd you get that?

That's a gentleman's cane.

I've never seen
a cane like this.

I'll have to confiscate
it for evidence.

I just want you to know

that I have the utmost
respect for the law.

Let's go!

Data!

Boy, are we glad to see you.

I suggest we postpone
our greetings

for another occasion.

Agreed. Get us out of here.

If we tune a phaser

to the approximate frequency
of triolic waves

and lay down a field burst,
it might respond.

Mm-hmm.

The ophidian
the aliens were carrying.

What the...?

Those look like

minute distortions
in the space-time continuum

like the one we saw
on Devidia II.

But they were so small and
they lasted only a second.

The aliens appear to be able
to concentrate the distortion

and direct it to
a specific time and place.

Maybe they have something...
a mechanism that focuses it.

Any device like that
would produce significant levels

of triolic waves,
like the ones in the cavern

where Data's head was found.

I have located that cavern.

Mr. Picard!

I know you're in there.
Open the door!

Mrs. Carmichael.

"How now, spirit.
Whither wander you?"

"Over hill, over dale,
through bush, through brier..."

Mrs. Carmichael,
thank goodness you're here.

We need someone to read a part.

You're just in time.

Mr. Picard, I need
to be talking to you.

"...my mistress would
that he be gone."

"III-met by moonlight,
proud Titania."

Now, Mrs. Carmichael,
right there.

"III-met by moonlight,
proud Titania."

"What, jealous Oberon?

"Fairies skip hence.

I have foresworn
his bed and company."

Well, I don't think
I need to hear anymore.

That was truly unique.

Really?

Ladies and gentlemen

I think we have found
our Titania.

Don't you agree?

Well, I...

I did do a church play
when I was a lass.

Well, there you are!

We start rehearsals tomorrow.

Oh...

You're back.

I have wonderful news.

I've found a way to get
onto the Presidio

and into the mine shaft.

It is all right.

Do you know me?

Very well.

Do I know you?

Not yet, but you will.

Thanks for your help, officer.

Now be sure to put in the part

about me spotting
that phony policeman.

Yes, sir, I will.

Hello, son.

Mr. Clemens,
what brings you here?

Writer's curiosity.

I heard that two people vanished
into thin air in this infirmary.

One of the patients
said that, yes, sir

but the police deny it.

I'll bet they do.

They say a band of outlaws

set off an explosion in the
hospital and then escaped.

Well, what did these outlaws
look like?

The carriage they escaped
in was driven by an albino.

Oh, Mr. Data.

You know him?

Oh, you bet I do.

You say there were others
with him?

Yes, at least a dozen.

His accomplices.

They've come from the future.

My God, it's an invasion.

An invasion from the future?

Mr. Clemens, what can
you tell me about this?

Do you have any proof?

When's your deadline, boy?

5:00, sir.

Well, I'll meet you
at your paper at 4:30

with a story that'll
make your career.

Thanks, Mr. Clemens!

Take me to the Presidio, Driver,
and don't spare the whip!

Hyah! Hyah!

The triolic waves
are just as high

as they were on Devidia II

but there's no indication
of a control mechanism.

I'm not so sure.

My VISOR is picking up
crystalline fractures.

These cavern walls
have undergone

some kind of selective
molecular polarization.

In fact, if I'm right

this entire cavern
has been configured

to focus the space-time
distortion

just like a lens.

Captain.

We think we might be
onto something.

The cavern itself seems to be
acting as a focusing mechanism.

I'm willing to bet that it's
the same at their habitat

back on Devidia II.

If we can get back there
and destroy that site

it might put an end
to their time traveling.

We have the ophidian.

Truthfully, I don't know
that we can get back.

The aliens use triolic energy
as a power source.

The energy
that our phasers generate

might not be
entirely compatible.

We have no choice but to try.

An event I most certainly
would enjoy witnessing.

However, I will regretfully
waive that opportunity

for the privilege

of taking you all
in to the authorities.

Mr. Clemens, it is imperative
that we continue our mission.

Mr. Data, I have listened
to your stories and your excuses

and your evasions
and I will listen no longer.

It is my moral duty
to protect mankind

from whatever devious plan
you have in mind.

Now, move along.

I suspect
that even time travelers

are vulnerable to the Colt.45.

Now, let's go.

I made a young fellow a promise
and I don't want to be late.

Oh!

Follow him.

Ow.

Is everyone all right?

I think so.

You?!

Where are we?

And when?

This is the 24th century

we're on Devidia II

and you're not supposed
to be here.

Well, it seems to me

I have as much right
to be in your time

as you had to be in mine.

I wanted to see how you've
conducted my future affairs.

Your future affairs?

The affairs of mankind.

But the disappearance
of Mark Twain...

one of the most noted
literary figures

of the 19th century...

Thank you.

...that's not supposed
to happen.

I only took advantage
of an irresistible opportunity

as any good writer would.

Bridge to Away Team.
Acknowledge.

We're here, Mr. Worf.

Stand by to transport five.

Commander?

Mr. Worf.

Yes, Commander.

Make that six to transport.

Where are we now?

This is the Federation
Starship Enterprise.

Ensign, call security.

I want an escort for this man.

Security?! What for?

Are you afraid I'm going
to go around stealing things?

A werewolf!

It's a long story, Mr. Worf.
I'll brief you later.

Let's have Data's body
taken to the Science Lab.

I'm going to try
and reattach the head we have.

Geordi, that head
is over 500 years old.

Yeah, but it's
the best chance we've got.

I want Mr. Clemens kept
under escort at all times.

Commander,
perhaps I could handle that.

I'd be happy to take Mr. Clemens
to his quarters.

Good idea.

Will you accompany
the Counselor?

Madam, I'd be delighted.

So, this is a spaceship.

You ever run
into Halley's Comet?

Gently.

Now, don't sit up too quickly.

Where'd everybody go?

Well, I hope they're
all safely back

on the Enterprise by now.

But you're still here.

You were hurt.

I had to make sure
you were all right.

And so you stayed for that?

I didn't want anything
to happen to you.

You're far too important to me.

You know an awful lot about me.

Well... believe me,
in the future

the tables will be turned.

Do we become friends?

Oh...

it goes far beyond friendship.

Oh, but...

I'll have to wait 500 years...

Mm-hmm.

And when we meet

I won't even be able
to tell you about this, will I?

No, because, for me

none of this
will have happened yet.

Ohh...

What's that?

That's history
fulfilling itself.

Oh.

History has to fulfill itself.

Even Picard knew that.

You were there in the cavern.

You know what happened.

What am I supposed to do?

If I told you what happened
in that cavern

it might affect any decision
you'd make now.

I can't do that.

I won't.

Not telling me may
affect my decision.

Did you think of that?

We're talking
about Jean-Luc Picard.

I can't sit around
and hope it all works out.

I've got to do something!

Any place that doesn't stock
a good cigar

doesn't rank high in my book.

If you must have one

I'm sure we can
replicate it for you.

Oh, if you think
that one of these...

imitations can take the place
of a hand-wrapped Havana...

I wouldn't know.

Well, that's
the problem I see here.

All this technology

only serves to take away
life's simple pleasures.

You don't even let a man
open the door for a lady.

I think what we've gained

far outweighs anything
that might have been lost.

Oh?

Well, I'm not so impressed
with this future...

huge starships and weapons

that can no doubt
destroy entire cities.

Military conquest
as a way of life?

Is that what you see here?

Well, I know what you say...

that this is a vessel
of exploration

and that your mission is to
discover new worlds, but...

But that's
what the Spanish said...

Deck 36.

...and the Dutch
and the Portuguese.

It's what all conquerors say.

I'm sure that's what
you told that... that...

blue-skinned fellow I just saw

before you brought him here
to serve you.

He's one of the
thousands of species

that we've encountered.

We live in a peaceful
Federation with most of them.

The people you see
are here by choice.

So, there are a privileged few
who serve on these ships

living in luxury
and wanting for nothing

but what about everybody else?

What about the poor?

You ignore them.

Poverty was eliminated
on Earth a long time ago

and a lot of other things
disappeared with it...

hopelessness,
despair, cruelty...

Young lady, I come from a time

when men achieve
power and wealth

by standing on the backs
of the poor

where prejudice and intolerance
are commonplace

and power is an end unto itself

and you're telling me
that isn't how it is anymore?

That's right.

Hmm.

Hmm...

Maybe...

...it's worth giving up
cigars for after all.

Any luck?

Not so far.

His activating units
won't initialize.

I thought they would
have been protected

by his buffering program

but... I guess 500 years
is just too long a wait.

What...?

My watch!

Yeah.

It was found in the cavern
where Data's head was.

I guess after 500 years

that's not likely
to work either.

Mr. Data

I fear I have sadly
misjudged you...

as I have misjudged many things.

Can you communicate?

Mm.

Yes.

You're injured.

Why have you interfered with us?

You hunt us.

You kill us.

We cannot allow that.

We need your energy.

Well, perhaps we can
find a substitute.

No.

There is none.

We must continue.

We know how you move
back and forth through time.

My crew have returned
to the 24th century

to destroy your transport site

on Devidia II.

Destroy it?

Your weapons will only
amplify the time distortion.

You will annihilate
your own world.

I'm going back
for Captain Picard.

Mr. Worf, assemble an away team
to accompany me to the surface.

Doctor, I need to know

anything you can tell me
about that ophidian.

I've just started
running some tests.

If I can have a few hours...

I can't give the alien
any more time.

Will, I haven't
been able to determine

if our phaser energy
can generate a stable field.

The risk would be...

I'll take that risk!

Sir, permission
to speak frankly.

Go ahead.

Our priority is
to stop the aliens

from any more incursions
to Earth.

Any delay is unacceptable.

If I can save Captain Picard,
I consider that very acceptable.

The Captain would not.

I recommend we target
photon torpedoes

on the alien habitat
and destroy it... immediately.

He's right, Will.

Power up the photons, Mr. Worf.

Alert me when they're ready.

Computer...
initialize the reload circuits.

Reload circuits
are initializing.

Okay.

Data... this ought to do it.

Oh, I don't get it.

I don't understand
why this isn't working.

Computer...

run me a diagnostic
on the input polarizers.

There is intermittent contact
in the input polarizers.

Intermittent?

What...?

An iron filing.

How did that get in there?

Commander, I have
set the photons

to fire in staggered rounds

detonating in
ten-second intervals.

Very well.

Fire when ready.

The sequence will be ready
to initiate in one minute.

Computer, run another diagnostic
on the input polarizers.

Polarizer circuits
are functioning.

Well, then, that ought to do it.

Okay, Data, come on now.

Torpedoes...

phasing...

alien...

I am processing a binary message

entered into my static
memory by Captain Picard.

Geordi, are we planning to fire
on the alien habitat?

Yeah, but...

It is imperative that we do not.

I will explain later.

La Forge to Riker.
Hold your fire!

The binary message
left by the Captain

is not entirely clear.

He seemed to be concerned

about the phase differential
of our photon torpedoes.

That firing them might produce
catastrophic effects.

Then how can we destroy
their habitat?

If I am correct

we must modify our weapons so
that the force of the explosion

is rephased into the
aliens' time continuum.

If we outfit the photons
with phase discriminators

we could get
the variance we need.

How long will it take you?

At least a couple of hours.

Fine. I'll have time
to go get him.

Sir?

I'm going back to the 19th
century to get the Captain.

Doctor?

My analysis of the phasers

suggests you'd be able
to open the rift

but it won't be stable enough

to transport
more than one person.

You mean, if I go back,
only one of us could return?

That's right.

Then I have
the perfect solution for you.

I'm the one who should return
to the 19th century

and remain there, so your
Captain can return here.

There's a risk.

We're not sure how stable
the rift will be.

Ah, there's risk in everything.

The point is,
it's the right choice.

I've got more books to write

and your Captain
has a job to do here.

Geordi, you'll brief him
on what he needs to know?

Aye, sir.

I'm glad I have a chance
to thank you.

For what, sir?

Why, for starting me out

on the greatest adventure
a man's ever had, whoo!

And for helping a bitter old man
to open his eyes

and see that the future
turned out pretty well...

after all.

I'm thirsty.

I'm going to get help.

We have to get you out of here.

Oh, no, don't go.

They'll be back for you soon.

No. You need help.

This thing put me down
in the middle of Market Street.

Took forever to get here.

Commander La Forge
has just completed

the reconfiguration
of the photon torpedoes.

If Clemens got back

the Captain should
have been here by now.

We have no way of knowing
if Mr. Clemens was successful.

Reestablish your
firing pattern, Mr. Worf.

We'll wait five more minutes.

Aye, sir.

There's no time
for chitchat, sir.

According to Mr. La Forge...

who did get your message
by the way...

a frequency setting of, uh...
.047 on your phaser

will correctly activate
this... this creature.

Now you have to get help.

Guinan needs medical attention.

I promise you,
she will be attended to.

And there is a bill
to be settled

at Mrs. Carmichael's
boarding house.

I'll settle it.

Thank you. I wish...

I wish time would
have allowed me

to know you better.

Well, you'll just have
to read my books.

What I am is pretty much there.

I'll see you in 500 years,
Picard.

And I'll see you
in a few minutes.

Commander, I am picking up

massive triolic wave activity
on the surface.

Is it the Captain?

There are no human life signs.

No sign of temporal distortion?

No, sir, but triolic activity
is increasing.

The aliens.

Mr. Worf, are the photons ready?

Yes, sir.

Fire.

Torpedoes away, sir.

Sir, I am detecting a temporal
distortion on the surface...

and human life signs.

O'Brien, get him out of there!

Transporter room,
have you got him?

He has indeed, Commander

and believe me,
it's good to be back.

We have destroyed the target.

There is no further indication
of triolic activity.

Ensign, lay in a course
for the nearest Starbase.

Warp six.

Captain's Log, Stardate 46001.3.

Everyone who should be in the
19th century is safely there

and those who should be
in the 24th are here.

Mr. Data has been restored
to us, head and all

and Samuel Clemens
will write the books

he was to have written
after our encounter.

Now, be careful, boys.

Don't jostle her too much.

Don't worry, Madam Guinan,
you're going to be fine.