All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s06e15.Tapestry

Bring the stasis
units in here

and have them on line.

Tell Dr. Selar, she
can use Ward Three

for the ambulatory patients,
and I'll stay here...

Transporter Room Four
to Sick Bay.

They're coming in now.

Acknowledged.
Stand clear and be ready.

All right.
Let's go, let's go.

What happened?

The Lenarians
attacked us

outside of the
conference room.

He's in cardiac arrest.

Connect the pulmonary
support unit.

He's got internal
hemorrhaging.

The bioregulator
of his artificial heart

has been fused.

He's got liver
and spleen damage.

What kind of weapon
caused this?

A compressed teryon beam.

40 cc's inaprovaline.

The activity
in the isocortex is falling.

Cortical stimulators.

Now.

Again.

His respiratory system
is shutting down.

The levels in the isocortex
are still falling.

Damn!

Prepare a cordrazine series...

Welcome to the afterlife,
Jean-Luc.

You're dead.

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.

Q, what is going on?

I told you.

You're dead

this is the afterlife,
and I'm God.

You are not God.

Blasphemy! You're lucky
I don't cast you out

or smite you or something.

The bottom line is

your life ended
about five minutes ago

under the inept ministrations
of Dr. Beverly Crusher.

No.

I am not dead

because I refuse
to believe

that the afterlife
is run by you.

The universe
is not so badly designed.

Very well.
If you really require

more evidence
of your postmortem status

I guess I'll just
have to provide you some.

Jean-Luc, I told you

not to go running off

to that Academy.

Father.

I told you
that Starfleet

would bring you to a bad end,
but you wouldn't listen.

Now look at you...

dead before your time.

Q, enough of this.

Enough what?

Why couldn't you have listened?

Didn't you know

that I was working
for your best interests?

Q, stop this!

After all these years, even now
you manage to disappoint me

Jean-Luc.

He's not the only one

who would like to have
a word with you.

Why, Jean-Luc?
Why did you do it?

Captain, there are
still people down there.

We can't abandon...

There must be
some other way, Captain

some other choice
than firing on them.

I'm warning you.
If you continue on this...

A direct hit, sir.
The ship is destroyed.

These are the voices
of all the people

you've killed
throughout the years.

Whom I've killed?
What do you mean?

Death has made you
a little dim, Jean-Luc.

These are the voices of
all the people who have died...

through your actions

or your inactions.

Now, if you have any words
of apology or regret

I believe they're all listening.

They're a surly bunch, actually

so I wouldn't drag this out
too long.

I have no intention of
performing for your amusement.

This is not for me.
It is for you, Jean-Luc.

This is your opportunity to make
peace with your sordid past.

I find it hard
to believe

that you are doing this
for the benefit of my soul.

Well, now that you've shuffled
off the mortal coil

we're free to spend

a little time
together.

A little time together.

How much?

Eternity.

Now, you're sure
you have no regrets

or feelings of guilt
about your former life?

I mean, I can't have you

whining and complaining
through time.

If I'm really dead,
then my only regret

is dying and finding you here.

You wound me,
Jean-Luc.

After all, I was not
the cause of your death...

this was.

Is that...?

Your artificial heart.

You might have lived
if you had a real one

instead of this unreliable
piece of technology.

By the way

how did you lose yours, anyway?

A mistake.

Is that a regret I hear?

I regret many things
from those days.

Really?

Wasn't very smart
of you to take on

three Nausicaans,
was it?

No, it wasn't.

And did I hear a laugh?

It's so unlike you,
Jean-Luc

to have a sense of humor...

especially about getting
stabbed through the back.

I was a different
person in those days...

arrogant, undisciplined...

with far too much ego

and far too little wisdom.

I was more like you.

Then you must have been
far more interesting.

Pity you had to change.

The pity is that I had to be
impaled through the back

before I learned that lesson.

I started that fight
with those Nausicaans.

I started it because...

because I was
young and cocky.

If I'd been more
responsible in those days

I wouldn't have
needed this heart

and I wouldn't have died

from a random energy surge
30 years later.

So, if you had to do it
all over again?

Things would be different.

Bravo, bravo.

Nicely done.

Cortin?

Cortin Zweller?

Yes.

Boy, she must have
hit you pretty hard.

Of course,
you deserved it.

Slowing down there,
Johnny.

You should have seen
that one coming.

Marta Batanides.

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

I'm, uh... I'm just a little
disoriented, that's all.

Oh, come on, he's just playing
for sympathy now.

Look, I'm going to get
something to eat

and head over
to the casino at Bonestell.

You coming?

Uh... I'll catch up
with you there.

You sure you're okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

Really, Marta, I'm fine.

Come on, Marty.

I'll bet he's got
another date.

That's it, isn't it?

You are incorrigible.

Attention on deck,
Ensign Picard.

Q.

That's Captain Q
to you, young man.

What is the point
of creating this fantasy?

This is no fantasy,
I assure you.

It's all very real.

You're 21 years old again.

A brash young man,
fresh out of the Academy.

I certainly don't look it.

Well...

to everyone else, you do.

So, Q, I thought you told me
that I was dead.

Now it seems
that I'm alive.

Oh, you mortals
are so obtuse.

Why do you persist
in believing

that life and death are such
static and rigid concepts?

Why, I can take your life
and give it back to you again

with the snap of a finger.

Let's say for the moment

that may be true.

What is the purpose
in bringing me here?

You said you regretted a great
many things in your life.

Well, here's a chance
to change some of them.

Change them?

Do you mean change the past?

Q, even if
you have been able

to bring me back
in time somehow

surely, you must realize

that any alteration
in this timeline will have

a profound impact
on the future.

Please spare me
your egotistical musings

on your pivotal role
in history.

Nothing you do
here will cause

the Federation
to collapse

or galaxies to explode.

To be blunt,
you're not that important.

I won't do it.

I won't alter history.

Ah!

Very well.

Since you attach
so much importance

to the continuity of time...

I will give you my
personal guarantee

that nothing you do here
will end up hurting anyone

or have an adverse effect on
what you know of as history.

The only thing at stake
here is your life

and your peace of mind.

Now...

whether you
believe me or not

you are here,
and you have a second chance.

What you choose
to do with it

is entirely up to you.

Do you know where you are?

Starbase Earhart.

We came here right
after graduation

to await our first
deep space assignments.

That's right.

It's two days before
your unfortunate encounter

with a Nausicaan sword.

You have that long to make
whatever changes you wish.

If you can avoid getting stabbed
through the heart this time...

which I doubt...

I will take you back to what
you think of as the present

and you will go on

with your life,
with a real heart.

Then I won't die?

Of course you'll die.

It will just be
at a later time.

What if I don't avoid
the fight?

What if I won't make
the changes?

Then you die
on the table

and we spend eternity together.

Wonderful.

I'm glad
you think so.

I'm curious about
one thing... Johnny.

Why did that rather
attractive woman

strike you just now?

Was it something you said?

Her name was Corlina

and... I'd arranged
to take her out today.

And then she discovered

that I had already made
a second date

with another woman
called, um...

...Penny.

And Corlina was
naturally upset.

I had no idea
you were such a cad.

I'm impressed.

Computer, what is
the time right now?

1611 hours.

In fact, Penny is waiting
for me right now.

Well, carry on.

Well, you're awfully
quiet today.

What happened to that
dashing young Ensign

from last night, hmm?

The one with
the winning smile

and the smooth talk
about my eyes?

I'm-I'm just a little
more contemplative.

Hmm, and what
are you contemplating?

Penny, um...

do you think we could
just talk for a while?

I hardly know
anything about you.

Where you're from,
what your interests are

your last name.

I come from Rigel,
my last name is Muroc

and I like men in uniform.

I think that's enough talking.

What's wrong?

I don't look
as attractive to you

as I did last night?

No, no, not at all.

I think you're a
very handsome woman.

Handsome.

That's something you say
to old ladies.

You're certainly not

an old lady.

I didn't want your pity.

Penny for your thoughts.

You never told me
you were such a ladies' man.

I wasn't.

I was a puerile adolescent
who allowed himself

to be led by his hormones,
instead of his head.

Looks like your friends
know how to have fun.

You ought to take lessons.

Excuse me.

How 'bout a bank shot?

He's winning.

Of course.

I thought you
had a date.

She... decided to leave.

You're getting
old, Johnny.

Thank you.

Thank you all. Thank you.

Very, very nice.

I think you should forget
about Starfleet

and play dom-jot
for a living.

Oh, this is nothing.

A little trigonometry,
some minor wrist action.

Now, barokie,
there's a game.

Human!

Play dom-jot, human?

I think I could
be persuaded

to play one more game.

Corey, don't play him.

Why?

It'll cause trouble.

He's a Nausicaan.

They can get very
ill-tempered if they lose.

So can I.

No, Corey,
listen to me.

This is a big mistake.
Don't play him.

What's gotten into you?

Let's go.

I see you found your
Nausicaan friend.

You seem un-impaled so far.

I'm sorry to
disappoint you.

Get him, Corey.
Looks good.

Look at that, yeah!

Ensign Zweller seems
to be doing well.

He's going to lose.

The Nausicaan
is cheating.

Really?

I'm beginning to like
these Nausicaans.

If history
repeats itself

Corey will figure it
out later tonight

and then he'll
want revenge.

And will you help
your best friend

avenge this injustice?

I did last time.

I rigged the table

so that he would
win in a rematch.

Picard, you cheated?

I'm impressed.

It was a stupid mistake.

The Nausicaan didn't
take kindly to losing

nor his friends.

They were outraged.

They wanted a fight.

I gave them one.

That's a beautiful story.

It gets you right here,
doesn't it?

Dom-jot.

Human play dom-jot.

I've played a lot of dom-jot
in a lot of places

and I've never seen the balls
roll that well for anyone.

So he was cheating?

I'll bet you that
he had some sort

of magnetic device
in his belt.

It was controlling the balls.

That's terrible.

We got to get even.

What did you have
in mind?

Well, we can do to him
what he did to us...

cheat.

Only this time,
we rig the table

so his device
will backfire on him.

Corey, that won't solve
anything.

It'll teach him
that he can't go around

cheating
Starfleet officers.

All it'll do is provoke him.

And provoking a Nausicaan
is not a good idea.

I can handle him.

What if he's
not alone?

What if he brings some of his
Nausicaan friends with him?

Well, then I guess
that's when I'm

going to have to depend
on my friends to help me out.

Oh, Corey, there's got to be
a better way to handle this.

When did you start backing away
from a good fight?

Look, Corey, we're...
we're not cadets anymore.

We're officers.

We should start to set a
higher standard for ourselves.

It was a good idea

but let's just
forget it, okay?

He'll get over it.

I hope so.

What?

Nothing.

I-It's just you'd usually
be the one plotting revenge.

Yes...

that would be more in
character, wouldn't it?

Much, but I always suspected

you had a hidden streak
of responsibility somewhere.

Perhaps it's just
that I'm getting older.

Maybe these bars
are just starting

to feel a little heavy, Ensign.

Ensign Picard
and Ensign Batanides.

Sounds weird, doesn't it?

It's going to take
some getting used to.

It's too bad we can't
get used to it together.

Well, the three of us, I mean.

Oh, of course.

Come.

Flowers.

Is there a "John-Luck

Pickard" here?

From one of your conquests,
no doubt.

I guess some things
aren't going to change.

Did I interrupt anything sordid,
I hope?

No, Q, you did not.

Pity.

She's quite attractive.

We were friends, nothing more.

Is that another regret
I hear?

My, my...

we're simply riddled
with regrets

about our youth, now aren't we?

My friendship with Marta is
not something that I regret.

But you wish it had been more
than just a friendship

now, don't you?

Well... maybe you
can change all that.

Q, what is it you want?

I thought you'd like to know

that Mr. Zweller's
decided not to take your advice.

He's in the Bonestell Facility
right now

rigging the table
to beat the Nausicaan.

I guess you weren't
that persuasive.

Corey...

Ow!

Johnny, don't sneak up
on me like that.

I thought you were
the gambling foreman.

I'm sorry.

I'm glad you're here.

Hand me
that magnaspanner, huh?

Corey, I'm not
here to help you.

I'm here to stop you from
making a serious mistake.

You sound like my mother.

Cheating the Nausicaans

could have serious
consequences for all of us.

It's a risk we can't
afford to take.

You are my mother.

Well, gee, Mom

I guess I'll just have to go
tell those Nausicaans

I don't mind
if they cheat me.

This is not
a joke, Corey.

It better be.

Now I'm going to finish
my work here.

If you want
to help me, fine.

If not, I'll see you
back at the starbase.

I said you're
not doing this.

Are you going to hit me,
Johnny?

No.

But I'll tell the
gambling foremen

someone has been tampering
with his dom-jot table.

All right.

Have it your way, Ensign Picard.

I just couldn't make
him understand.

At least he did
finally give it up.

Yes, but he didn't
take it very well.

Oh, you know Corey.

He'll forget all about it
by tomorrow.

I hope you're right

because he and I were friends
for years after this.

I mean, um...

I hope that we will be.

You know...

You keep smiling at me.

Well, I've just never seen you
like this before.

You're so... serious.

Do I really seem
that different?

Maybe I'm just not
used to seeing you

in your officer's uniform.

No, it's-it's more than that.

You do seem different.

Well, I'm not... I'm not
complaining or anything.

I think it suits you.

Really?

Yes.

It's very...

attractive.

Johnny...

haven't you ever thought
about us... getting together?

Yes, I have, actually.

I've thought about it
for a long time.

Why didn't you ever say so?

I don't know.

And at this moment,
I really have no idea why not.

You've said so now.

Morning, darling.

Feeling a little jumpy
this morning?

Are we... guilty, perhaps?

I don't feel guilty
about anything, Q.

No?

"We're just friends, Q.

Nothing more."

And we're still friends.

So?

What's next?

I don't know.

What I do know is,
things will be different.

I'm sure.

Good morning.

Johnny.

What's wrong?

Well, this is the
morning after, huh?

Look...

I don't regret anything
that happened last night.

I hope you don't
regret it either.

I don't... I don't know.

We've been friends
for a long time, and...

and now...

I'm afraid we've ruined
that friendship.

Then perhaps we should...

forget about what happened,
and, uh...

and try to...

I wish I could.

It would make it much easier
to say good-bye tomorrow.

Um...

we're all supposed
to, um, get together later

for a last big night
out on the town

before we all
ship out.

I don't want you
to do anything

that would make you
uncomfortable.

We planned it.

I'll be there.

Well, let's see.

You've managed to get
slapped by one woman

a drink thrown in
your face by another

and alienate your
two best friends.

Doing pretty
well so far.

The only thing
left to avoid

is getting stabbed
through the heart.

Good shot,
good shot.

I think you'll like serving
on board the Ajax.

I hear that Captain Narth
is an excellent officer.

So I hear.

Well...

here's to the class of '27.

Play dom-jot, human?

Give you
a better chance.

Give you a bigger
stick, maybe.

I don't think we're interested.

They are undari... cowards.

What did you say?

Coward, like all Starfleet,
you talk and you talk

but you have no guramba.

Why don't we find out?

Hey, don't be
a fool, Corey.

Look, there are plenty
of other people

to play dom-jot with.

Now, just go about
your business.

Maybe I play with her.

Give her good time.

Orcho lok resnik Starfleet.

I'm sorry, Corey.

He was reaching
for a weapon.

I don't know
who you are anymore

but you're not my friend.

Good-bye, Johnny.

Congratulations,
mon Capitain.

You did it.

Can I help you?

Can I help you,
Mr. Picard?

Mr. Worf...?

This is not for me.

You should take it
to Commander La Forge

in Engineering.

What's happened?

Is something wrong?

I'm not sure.

Mr. Worf, what is my
rank and position?

You are Lieutenant
Junior Grade

Assistant
Astrophysics Officer.

Are you feeling
all right?

Who is the Captain
of this ship?

Captain Thomas Halloway.

Perhaps I should escort you
to Sick Bay.

No, I can find
my own way there.

Thank you, Commander.

Beverly,
something has happened to me.

I'm not sure...

Well, well, well.

What seems to
be the trouble

Lieutenant Picard?

Q, what have you done?

I've done exactly
as I promised.

I've returned you
to the present.

But this is not the present
I remember.

You said nothing would change.

Nothing has changed,
Jean-Luc... except for you.

But then again, that's what
you wanted, wasn't it?

To change the man you
were in your youth.

Well, you did it.

This is the man
you are today.

And you should be happy.

You have a real heart
beating in your chest

and you get to live out the
rest of your life in safety

running tests,
making analyses

and carrying reports
to your superiors.

Excuse me.

Am I interrupting?

No, not at all.
Have a seat.

Thank you.

I'd like to talk to you
for a moment about my future

on the Enterprise.

Of course, Lieutenant.

Jean-Luc, isn't it?

Maybe I should go.

No. Please,
Counselor.

I would very much like
to hear your thoughts.

First of all...
and I would like you

to be absolutely
straightforward with me...

how would you evaluate me
as an officer?

Well, um...

your performance records
have always been good.

You're thorough

dedicated...

Steady

reliable...

punctual.

I see.

What would you say
if I told you that I believed

that I was capable
of being very much more?

Perhaps we should discuss this
at your next evaluation.

I would appreciate it if
we could discuss it now.

You see, I feel that I
would like to move beyond

astrophysics,
to engineering

or-or security.

Something that might
even lead to command.

Frankly, Lieutenant...

I don't think that's realistic.

Why?

I really don't think
this is the place

to be discussing this.

Please, this is very
important to me.

I believe that I can do more.

Hasn't that been
the problem all along?

Throughout your career,
you've had lofty goals

but... you've
never been willing

to do what's necessary
to attain them.

Would that be your evaluation
as well, Commander?

I think I have to agree
with the Counselor.

If you want to get ahead,
you have to take chances

stand out in a crowd

get noticed.

I see.

Now, we don't want to lose you.

You're a very good officer.

Just not one
who stands out.

Why don't I talk
to Commander La Forge

in Engineering
and see what we can do.

But command...?

Well...

we'll see.

Senior officers

please report
to the Captain's ready room.

Acknowledged.

We should talk
about this later.

All right, Q, that's enough.

You've made your point.

Q?

La Forge to Lieutenant Picard.

I'm still waiting
for that statistical analysis.

I'm on my way, sir.

Main Engineering.

You having a good laugh now, Q?

Does it amuse you to think of me
living out the rest of my life

as a dreary man
in a tedious job?

I gave you something

most mortals
never experience...

a second chance at life.

And now all you
can do is complain?

I can't live out my days
as that person.

That man is bereft of passion...

and imagination!

That is not
who I am!

Au contraire.

He's the person
you wanted to be...

one who was less arrogant
and undisciplined in his youth.

One who was less like me.

The Jean-Luc Picard
you wanted to be...

the one who did not
fight the Nausicaan...

had quite a
different career

from the one
you remember.

That Picard never had
a brush with death

never came face-to-face
with his own mortality

never realized
how fragile life is

or how important
each moment must be

so his life never
came into focus.

He drifted through
much of his career...

with no plan or agenda

going from one
assignment to the next

never seizing the
opportunities

that presented
themselves.

He never led the away
team on Milika III

to save the Ambassador

or take charge

of the Stargazer's Bridge
when its Captain was killed.

And no one ever
offered him a command.

He learned to play it safe

and he never, ever
got noticed by anyone.

You're right, Q.

You gave me
the chance to change

and I took
the opportunity.

But I admit now,
it was a mistake.

Are you asking me for something,
Jean-Luc?

Give me a chance
to put things back

the way they were before.

Before you died in Sick Bay.

Is that what you want?

I would rather die
as the man I was

than live the life I just saw.

Coward,
like all Starfleet.

You talk and you talk

but you have no guramba.

What did you say?

I said...

you are a coward.

That's what I thought you said.

His vital signs
are stable.

Captain?

Jean-Luc.

You were injured...

but I think you're
going to be all right.

I still don't know
what to make of it.

Was it a dream

or was it one of Q's
elaborate tricks?

A lot of people
who are near death

have strange experiences

but I have never heard one
so detailed.

And, you know, there
is still part of me

that cannot accept

that Q would give
me a second chance

or that he would
demonstrate so much compassion.

And if it was Q...

I owe him a debt of gratitude.

In what sense?

It sounds like he
put you through hell.

There are many
parts of my youth

that I'm not proud of.

There were loose threads...

untidy parts of me

that I would
like to remove.

But when I pulled on
one of those threads...

it unraveled the
tapestry of my life.

I was just trying to imagine

a hell-bent-for-leather
young officer

insulting a Nausicaan
twice his size.

I wish I had a chance
to know that Jean-Luc Picard.

Oh, well, to tell the truth

that wasn't the first
run-in that I had

with a couple of
surly Nausicaans.

Really?

Oh, yes.

During my sophomore year

I was assigned to training
on Morikin VII.

Well, there was
a Nausicaan outpost

on one of
the outlying asteroids.

And one day...