All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s06e05.Schisms

Captain's Log, Stardate 46154.2.

The Enterprise has entered
the Amargosa Diaspora

an unusually dense
globular cluster.

We are faced
with the daunting task

of charting this vast region.

Lieutenant Shipley

let's get a triangulation
on these sector points.

Aye, sir.

I'm sorry I'm late.

I overslept again.

What have we got?

Well, the cluster's a lot
more dense than we thought.

It's going to take three days
just to map out one-tenth of it.

Three days?

I think we found a way
to speed that up a bit.

We've been testing a way
to channel warp energy

directly
to the main deflector grid.

It should enhance
the long-range sensors.

The modification would increase
our sensory efficiency

and imaging resolution
by 25% or more.

That sounds like that'll use up
a lot of warp energy.

Well, we'd channel it
through the EPS mains

on deck four,
near Cargo Bay Four.

Okay, let's give it a try.

Data, let's get
those field taps on line.

Commander, I would
like to remind you

about my poetry reading
this afternoon.

I wouldn't miss it
for the world.

I can't wait to see
what he's come up with.

"Then we sat on the sand
for some time and observed

"how the oceans that cover
the world were perturbed

"by the tides
from the orbiting moon overhead.

"'How relaxing the sound
of the waves is,' you said.

"I began to expound
upon tidal effects

"when you asked me to stop,
looking somewhat perplexed.

"So I did not explain
why the sunset turns red

and we watched the occurrence...
in silence... instead."

That poem was written
in anapestic tetrameter.

For my ninth poem...

I don't understand.

I can barely keep
my eyes open.

Throughout the ages,
from Keats to Jorkemo

poets have composed odes
to individuals

who have had a profound effect
upon their lives.

In keeping with that tradition

I have written my next poem
in honor of my cat.

I call it "Ode to Spot."

"Felis catus
is your taxonomic nomenclature

"an endothermic quadruped,
carnivorous by nature

"your visual, olfactory
and auditory senses

"contribute
to your hunting skills

"and natural defenses.

"I find myself intrigued

"by your subvocal oscillations

"a singular development
of cat communications

"that obviates your basic
hedonistic predilection

"for a rhythmic stroking
of your fur

"to demonstrate affection.

"A tail is quite essential
for your acrobatic talents.

"You would not be so agile if
you lacked its counterbalance.

"And when not being utilized
to aid in locomotion

"it often serves to illustrate
the state of your emotion..."

Commander

you have anticipated
my denouement.

However, the sentiment
is appreciated.

I will continue.

"Oh, Spot, the complex levels
of behavior you display

"connote a fairly well-developed
cognitive array.

"And though you are
not sentient, Spot

"and do not comprehend

I, nonetheless, consider you
a true and valued friend."

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.

I have no problem
getting to sleep

and then I think I'm
sleeping all night.

When I wake up,
I feel exhausted.

How long has this been going on?

Two, three days.

Do you have to hold
that thing that close?

I'm sorry.

I've been on edge all day.

Well...

other than some muscle
tension in your neck

I don't see anything
physically wrong with you.

Have you been having bad dreams?

Not that I can remember.

This could be the result
of lack of REM sleep.

What do you recommend?

Drink this before going to bed.

What is it?

A recipe for a warm milk toddy.

A hot milk toddy?
You're kidding.

The heat activates

the amino acids in the lactose,
making it a natural sedative.

Besides, it's a recipe
of the Captain's Aunt Adele.

It's delicious.

Well, at this point,
I'll try anything.

And listen, if it still
bothers you tomorrow

come and see me,
and I'll run further tests.

Thanks.

Everything's in place.

Warp grid couplers,
subspace field taps...

All right, let's do it.

Lieutenant Shipley,
initiate warp power transfer.

Aye, sir.

Verifying sensor calibration.

EPS mains holding stable.

Sensor array on line.

Come on, work.

Geordi?

Active scanner output
has increased by 26%.

Inform Astrophysics

that the new La Forge
sensor array is on line

and awaiting major
scientific discoveries.

Yes, sir.

Geordi... may I make
a personal inquiry?

It concerns my poetry reading.

Sure, Data, what is it?

I noticed that many spectators

seemed distracted
during my presentation.

Was my poetry uninteresting?

Well, it was...
very well-constructed...

a virtual tribute to form.

Thank you.

And?

And what?

Did it evoke
an emotional response?

Well...

Your hesitation suggests

you are trying to protect
my feelings.

However, since I have none,
I would prefer you to be honest.

An artist's growth depends upon
accurate feedback.

Well, your-your poems
were... clever, Data.

And-and your haiku

was clever.

And your sonnet was...

clever.

But did it evoke
an emotional response?

Ah, to be honest,
no, I don't think so.

Hmm.

Then I did not succeed
in my efforts.

No, it's not that
you didn't succeed.

You accomplished a lot, but...

if you want to touch people

don't concentrate so much
on rhyme and meter.

Think more about
what you want to say

instead of how you're saying it.

It's the power grid warning.

I am reading a massive
EPS explosion.

Where?

I am attempting to localize it.

It is Cargo Bay Four.

I've got three people in there.

Damage Control, medical team
to Cargo Bay Four.

Let's go.

The field imbalance
has subsided.

There may still be
a residual discharge.

Stand clear.

Is there something wrong, sir?

And there's no evidence
of an EPS explosion.

The sensors seemed
to think there was.

I think my modification
to the sensor array

may have caused
a pattern recognition failure.

Just a sensor glitch?

That's my guess.

Let's perform
a level-3 diagnostic

on the internal sensor network
and make sure

that we haven't
overlooked anything.

Aye, sir.

And could we pick this up
in the morning, Geordi?

Get a fresh start?

Would you do me a favor?

Stop by my quarters,
0700 hours.

I'm having trouble waking up.

Sure, Commander.

Good night.

Good night.

Commander.

Gordon.

Who is it?

It's La Forge.

Come in.

Good morning.

Morning?
I just went to bed.

Commander, it's 0700 hours.

And so she said

"If they're not squirming,
we won't eat 'em."

Ah, Mr. Worf, my good Klingon.

Sir, welcome.

What a pleasure it is

to have you back
with us again so soon.

So, Lieutenant, a haircut today?

Trim your beard?

I would like my hair trimmed.

Ah, a trim. Of course.

Not like last time.

Oh, no. Just a little
off the top.

I took way too much
off last time.

Um, I was just telling
my colleague, Mr. Setti

how thick and luxuriant
Klingon hair is.

It's such a pleasure to cut

sometimes I get carried away.

You know,
all those away missions...

wind and-and dry air.

The elements really
are harsh on the hair.

I'd like to suggest
that you start using

a conditioning agent.

I... I promise...

not too much off the top.

Just before
the grid alarm sounded

we were running warp power
through this junction.

Somehow, it must have tripped
the internal scanners.

And it showed up
as an EPS explosion?

Yes, but the question is why?

I've made modifications
to the sensors before

but nothing like this
has ever happened.

Well, we can't waste our
time chasing sensor ghosts.

We should probably keep
the whole array off-line

until you can get a closer look.

Oh, excuse me.

I know the feeling.

The past few nights,
it seems like

as soon as my head
hits the pillow

it's time to get up
in the morning.

I'm sure we could all use
a little shore leave

once this survey is completed.

Definitely.
Keep me posted?

Yeah. Data?

I'm wondering
if you could give me a hand.

I need to run
a structural integrity scan.

I want to make sure
that none of the conduit was...

Ooh...

What is it?

This is the second time today

that my VISOR has just
cut out like that.

Are you all right, Geordi?

I don't know.

I just got a very weird feeling.

Maybe I should go to Sick Bay.

I will run the integrity scan.

Thanks, Data.

This is curious.

There's a slight
bacterial infection

around your neural inputs.

It was probably interrupting
the data stream.

An infection?
What from?

It doesn't match
any bacterial strains on record.

I'm going to have
to sterilize the area

but I need to run
a resonance tissue scan

to search for any signs
of additional infection.

Come over here.

Sit down.

Now, come forward.

Now, you're going to need
to hold very still.

How's the scan going, Data?

I have just started the scan.

Did you not go to Sick Bay?

Data, I've been there
for over an hour and a half.

That is not possible.

My internal chronometer
indicates you have been gone

for exactly one minute,
15 seconds.

Well, I'm telling you, Data

I've been gone for over an hour.

Computer, what is the time,
please?

The time is 1427 hours.

You are correct.

90 minutes, 17 seconds

have passed since
you left the room.

What have you been doing
all this time?

I have no memory of events
during that period.

When we have finished here

I will perform
a self-diagnostic.

You know,
first we picked up a false

EPS explosion,
then my VISOR cuts out twice

and now, you lose an hour

all in this cargo bay.

La Forge to Engineering.

I want a diagnostic team
to Cargo Bay Four immediately.

On our way, sir.

Ensign Rager, cartography
needs a better position

to study cluster FGC-13.

Bring us about,
heading 123 mark four.

Aye, sir.

Helm won't lock
to those coordinates, sir.

First time navigating

through a globular cluster,
Ensign?

You have to compensate

for the gravimetric
interference before...

Is there something wrong, sir?

No.

I don't know.

Put us back on
our original heading, Ensign.

Don't tell me...

This can't be right.

Data...

come here and take a
look at this, would you?

I think we have
another sensor glitch.

Sensors are functioning
normally.

They are detecting
a subspace particle emission

originating
from within this room.

From within this room?
That's impossible.

The emission is emanating
from this direction.

Geordi...

The structure of the bulkhead

has been altered
on a subatomic level.

The metal itself is in a state
of quasi-molecular flux.

What's causing it?

Well, this is where it gets
a little wild, Captain.

Behind that panel is a junction

that we were using to transfer
warp power to the sensor array.

We're reading
a subspace particle stream

emanating from that junction.

It appears to be composed

of spatially inverted
tetryon particles.

We believe they are emanating

from a tertiary
subspace manifold.

But I thought that tetryons
were unstable in normal space.

We don't understand it
either, sir.

Something from that deep
in subspace

shouldn't be able to exist
in our universe

but there it is.

Does it pose a danger
to the ship?

Not unless it spreads.

If it does, we can beam
the bulkhead into space

and erect a force field
in its place.

Well, keep that option ready.

In the meantime,
proceed with the analysis.

Aye, sir.

When I sat at the console

it triggered a response
like I'd been trapped.

I had to get out of there.

Was it something
about the console itself?

No.

I felt like I was disconnected

like it was something
that I had dreamed.

You're the third person

who's come to me today
with something like this...

an intense emotional response
provoked by an object.

Did any of them know
why they had had the response?

No. They couldn't explain it
anymore than you could.

You know, at this point

I'm not willing to say
it's coincidence.

Maybe we should all
get together.

Well, talking about it

would help you
understand your response.

I'm going to find out
if anyone else on the ship

has had these kind
of experiences.

Will, you told me
you had an unusual experience

when you sat down
at the console.

Why don't you describe it?

It was vague

the way you recall a dream.

I remember the sensation
of feeling trapped

and something
about a-a smooth surface.

I had a similar response

but to a pair of scissors.

Have you dreamt
about scissors recently?

I may have.
I have no distinct memory of it.

When my VISOR cut out
in the cargo bay

I had a weird feeling, too.

It was something
about a smooth surface.

It was smooth...

and cold.

Yeah, it was cold.

Yes.

Cold.

It was... elevated?

A platform.

Right.

Like a bench.

Or a table.

It seems you've all had
a similar experience.

Is there anything else
you remember

besides a table?

Maybe there's a way

we can all help ourselves
to remember more.

Well, you all remember a table,
so let's start with that.

Computer, show me a table.

There are 5,047 classifications
of tables on file.

Specify design parameters.

Can you be more specific
about the table?

You mentioned it was
smooth and cold.

Can you remember
what shape it was?

Long.

It was long.

Yeah, and it had
a rectangular shape.

Computer, show me
a rectangular conference table.

It's too high.

Computer, reduce the height
of the table by 25%.

No. The table was smaller,
and it was inclined.

Computer, decrease
the table's surface area by 20%

and incline the top 15 degrees.

No. It wasn't made of wood.

It was smoother, more metallic.

Computer, make this
a metal table.

Yeah.

Yeah, that's starting
to look right.

Was there anything else
in the room?

Furniture?
Chairs? A door?

Other people?

No.

It was dark.

Yes, it was dark.

You couldn't see
beyond the table.

Computer, lower
the surrounding light level.

There was a light
right in my face

a bright light.

Computer, give me
a bright light

right above the table.

Specify light source.

I couldn't tell.

I-It was above me.

An overhead lamp.

Estimated distance
of light source?

I don't know.

It was at least
two or three meters above.

Brighter.

Brighter.

You said you were uneasy

when you sat down
at the conn position.

Yes.

I felt trapped by the console.

But it wasn't like this.

There was something else here.

A restraint of some kind?

Yes, there was a restraint.

It was flat, metal.

It was made of metal.

It came down over my legs.

No, no, it... no.

It was... it was across
my chest.

It was right here.

It was holding you down?

Yes. It was part of the table.

It was here.
It was right here.

Computer, create
a restraining arm

attached to the right side
of the table at the midpoint.

Was it like that?

Computer, put controls
on the restraining arm

a control panel

lights.

There was something else there

over the head of the table.

A metal swing arm.

Computer,
create a metal swing arm

double-jointed,
total length one meter.

Connect it
to the head of the table.

There was something
attached to it...

a tool of some sort.

Scissor-like.

Computer,
produce a pair of scissors

attached to the armature.

The handle is wrong.

It was not scissors.

Computer, make the handle
a single-piece grip

ten centimeters long,
solid metal.

Now make one blade longer,
curved inward...

...and give the other blade
a jagged edge.

All right.

You were lying on the table.

You had a bright light
shining in your eyes.

Were there any smells
in the room?

Were there any sounds?

Yes.

Yes, there was a sound.

Computer, there were noises
coming from the darkness.

Strange...

like whispering.

More like clicks.

Clicking sounds.

Louder.

Faster.

More of them.

I've been in this room before.

We've all been here before.

Here it is again.

Something has caused
high levels of serotonin

to be produced
in Geordi's visual cortex.

When I examined him
earlier today

I thought it was the result
of a bacterial infection

but now I'm finding
the same thing in all three.

They all have elevated
levels of serotonin.

It's concentrated
in the hippocampus

which suggests
that they've been exposed

to a neuro-sedative.

And that's not all.

I have detected minute
tetryon particle traces

in their subdermal tissues.

Tetryons?

Like the emissions
in the cargo bay.

I have completed
my self-diagnostic

and have confirmed

that I was not aboard
the Enterprise

for 90 minutes, 17 seconds
yesterday afternoon.

Are you sure?

Whenever I am on the ship

the warp field leaves
an electromagnetic signal

on my internal
servo fluid system.

Between the period
of 1254 to 1426 hours

that signature is missing.

Computer, are there
any members of the crew

of the Enterprise missing?

There are two crew members
unaccounted for.

Identify them.

Lieutenant Edward Hagler
and Ensign Sariel Rager.

When did they leave?

They have not been present
since 2332 hours.

How did they leave?

Method of departure unknown.

Picard to Bridge.

Bridge here, Captain.

Raise shields.

And I want a level-4
security alert.

I need to know if anyone
comes on or off this ship.

Aye, sir.

Mr. La Forge, Mr. Data

I believe that if we find

the source of those
tetryon emissions

we'll find
the missing crew members.

We're on it, sir.

Dr. Crusher?

My God!

What is it?

It looks as though your arm

has been severed
and then reattached.

What?!

The skeletal structure

in your radius and ulna is
offset by.02 microns.

Your arm has been amputated
and surgically reattached.

Any progress with the analysis,
Lieutenant?

Look at this.

Data, the tetryon emissions
have intensified.

They seem to be focusing
in this direction...

coalescing here.

They're reading
as a point of subspace energy.

It appears to be the beginnings
of a spatial rupture.

Yeah, the tetryon emissions
are modulating

in a way that...
that looks like

somebody is controlling
the energy.

You know...

the signals
from the modifications I made

to the sensor array...

some of them dipped
pretty deep into subspace.

Maybe they caught
somebody's attention.

At the rate
the rupture is expanding

we will soon be in danger
of hull breach.

Maybe we should try
surrounding it

with a subspace
containment field.

Other than the tetryon emissions
in Cargo Bay Four

our internal sensors
haven't recorded

anything unusual
in the past three days.

Initiate a metallurgical
analysis of the ship's hull.

Subspace field incursions
may have left a trace.

Captain, sensors indicate
that Lieutenant Hagler

has returned
to the Enterprise.

He is in his quarters...
deck nine, section 17.

Computer, emergency entry

Chief Medical Officer
Beverly Crusher.

Crusher to Sick Bay.

Get me a plasma infusion unit
to deck nine, section 19.

His blood is turning
into a liquid polymer.

We've set up a containment field
in Cargo Bay Four

but the rupture
just keeps expanding.

I'd say we've got
another five to six hours

before it breaches the hull.

Can we still beam the affected
sections out into space?

No, sir.

The spatial rupture is creating
severe nucleonic interference.

It is impossible to obtain

a positive lock
on the bulkheads.

Has your analysis suggested

any way in which we might
seal this rupture?

We think we can close
the rupture

by neutralizing
the tetryon emissions

with a coherent graviton pulse

but we'd have to do
that at the source.

How do we find the source?

Good question.

The emissions are coming
from a tertiary subspace domain

but subspace has an infinite
number of domains.

It's like a huge honeycomb

with an infinite number
of cells.

We need to isolate
the exact cell

that these emissions
are coming from.

If someone homed
onto the subspace signals

created by
our modified signal array

could we do the same to them?

Track the tetryon emissions
to their universe?

Tetryon particles
have a random momentum.

Our sensors
cannot track them, sir.

Perhaps we could construct
a homing device...

something that our sensors
could track.

It's a good idea,
but there's no way

to get that device
to the source.

Yes, there is.

Give it to me.

They've taken me
for the last few nights.

And if I'm right, the same thing
will happen tonight.

Well, if you had
a homing device

we could track it
to your location in subspace.

Then as soon as they send you
back to the ship

we could transmit
the graviton pulse

and neutralize
the tetryon emissions.

If they send him back.

Ensign Rager
still hasn't been returned.

They're going to take me,
whether I want to go or not.

Well, we could wait
as long as possible

for you to be returned,
Number One.

But when the spatial ruptures
begin to threaten the ship

then we would have to transmit
that graviton pulse.

Understood.

Perhaps there's...

a way that we could give you
an advantage.

A way of keeping you conscious
after they've taken you.

Doctor, can you develop
some counteragent

to the neuro-sedative that they
have been giving the crew?

I could give you
a neuro-stimulant

but the dosage would have
to be rather high

to counteract the effects.

It could be risky.

I'm willing to take that risk.

Make it so.

Mr. La Forge, begin work
on that homing device.

This should ward off
their neuro-sedative

for about 12 hours.

I hope it's enough.

It's going to have to be.

I can't risk giving you
a higher dosage.

I've locked this tricorder
into a continuous cycle.

That way, it'll keep recording,
whether you open it or not.

Hopefully, you can bring back

some information
about their domain.

We've modified
a sensor relay emitter

to transmit a subspace beacon.

When this indicator lights up

it means that we've
locked onto your location.

Understood.

Captain, Commander Riker

has been taken
from the Enterprise.

Mr. La Forge, report.

I still can't locate
the homing signal.

We've covered the entire
upper-subspace energy band.

We're extending the scan
to adjacent levels.

Mr. Data, your status?

The rupture has expanded
another 4.2%.

Without further reinforcement,
containment field integrity

will fail in approximately
14 minutes.

Can you divert more power
to the containment field?

I can try to augment the field

with auxiliary power,
but it won't be much.

Make it so.

Aye, sir.

Captain, I've located
the homing signal.

Locking onto it now.

It's coming from a subspace
energy level of 16.2 KEV.

Stand by to initiate
the graviton pulse.

Graviton emitter's
at full power, sir.

Standing by.

Mr. Data, how much time?

At the present rate,
containment failure will occur

in approximately nine minutes.

Captain, the containment field
is beginning to fluctuate.

Failure anticipated
in three minutes, 11 seconds.

We can't afford
to wait any longer.

Begin the graviton pulse.

Initiating pulse now.

Data to Engineering.

The graviton pulse
is having an effect.

Tetryon emissions
have decreased by 19%.

Captain, additional subharmonics
have appeared.

They are reinforcing
the tetryon emissions.

They appear to be counteracting
the graviton pulse.

The rupture is beginning
to expand again, sir.

It looks like somebody
is fighting back.

Can you strengthen
the graviton pulse?

I can try to set up
a random frequency shift.

If we can keep them from
guessing our pulse modulation

they might not be able
to compensate.

Tetryon emissions
continue to increase.

The rupture is still expanding.

Hull breach is imminent.

They're reacting faster
than we can shift frequencies.

Shipley, program the emitters

for full-spectrum
pulse compression.

I want to channel
all of the graviton energy

into a single burst.

Let's see if they
can handle that.

Ready, Commander.

The rupture
is beginning to close, sir.

Recharge the emitters.
Let's hit them again.

Come on.

Ready.

The rupture is 86% closed.

We're almost there.

One more burst should do it.

Emitters recharging.

Captain's Log, Stardate 46191.2.

The tetryon emissions
in Cargo Bay Four have ceased

and there have been
no further indications

of alien intrusions.

All Enterprise crew members
are safe and accounted for

but we are still left with
some unanswered questions.

Based
on the information gathered

from Commander Riker's tricorder

we have determined
that the molecular structure

of the alien life-forms
is solanagen-based.

We think that's why
they couldn't come through

into our space as easily as they
could take us into theirs.

They needed to learn
how to remodulate

their cellular energy states

in order to survive
in our universe.

The tricorder readings indicate
they created a small pocket

of our universe
in their laboratory

to keep
those they abducted alive.

Like putting a fish
in a bucket of water.

It's probably what they were
trying to do in Cargo Bay Four...

create a pocket
of their universe in ours.

What can we do to prevent this
from happening again?

Looks like they found us
initially

by discovering
my modified sensor signal.

We should warn
all Starfleet ships

not to make that same mistake.

Have we any idea
what came through the rupture

before we were able
to shut it down?

No, sir.

We were unable to track it
once it left the cargo bay.

Maybe it was a probe
of some kind.

Possibly they
were simply curious...

explorers

like ourselves.

Ensign Rager and I
were lucky to have escaped.

Lieutenant Hagler's dead.

Whoever it was sent that thing

was more than simply curious.