All language subtitles for Star Trek The Next Generation S01E25

Rike r:
First officer's log, stardate 41775.5.

We are en route
to the ocean world of pacifica.

While our mission
is scientific in nature,

we look forward to the warm,
blue waters

and fine beaches that make
pacifica a Jewel of the galaxy.

So the guy staggers to his feet
and goes back to the girl, right?

Well, she smiles, heh,
looks him straight in the eye and says:

"Just try that in hyperspace."

I see.

So the difficulty in attaining
such complex positioning

in zero-gravity environment,
coupled with the adverse effects

it would have on the
psychological well-being

of the average human male, is what
makes this anecdote so amusing.

Yes, very humorous indeed.

Hysterical, in fact.

What is our eta at pacifica,
Mr. La forge?

Twenty-two hours, 14 minutes, sir.

- Increase to warp 6.
- La forge: Aye, sir, full impulse.

You think anyone would object
to our arriving ahead of schedule?

I know I won't.

I've been really looking forward
to a nice swim.

Data: You are aware, counselor,

that the holodeck can be programmed
to recreate an oceanic environment.

Data, it's just not the same.

Have you ever been
for a real moonlight swim?

One can swim in moonlight?

How about you, Mr. Worf?

Swimming is too much like bathing.

Commander riker,
I'm receiving a code 47.

- Verify.
- It is code 47, sir.

Starfleet emergency frequency.

Code 47. Captain's eyes only.

Riker:
Captain, I'm sorry to disturb you.

Yes, number one, what is it?

An incoming message. Code 47, sir.

Pipe it through.

Computer:
This is an emergency communique.

It is not to be discussed
with fellow officers

unless deemed
absolutely necessary.

There will be no computer record
of said transmission.

Understood.

Computer:
Proceed with voice print identification.

Picard, Jean-Luc.
Captain, USS enterprise.

Co m p ute r:
Voice print verified.

Hello, Jean-Luc.
It's been a long time.

Too long, old friend.

Why are you contacting me
on this frequency?

It was a difficult decision.
I felt it was worth the risk.

Risk?

Keel: It's about starfleet.

About something we've always
considered to be impossible.

I don't understand.

I can't explain it now.
We need to talk, face to face.

You're using a code 47.
I have to know what all this is about.

Not over subspace, no.

Oh, for god's sake, Walker,
this is a secure channel.

I want you to meet me on dytallix b.

- When?
- Immediately.

No, not possible.
We're expected at pacifica.

Keel: That can wait.

You owe me.

And you owe it to yourself
to hear what I have to say.

Something is beginning.

Don't trust anyone.
Remember that, Jean-Luc.

Don't take anything for granted.

Walker. Keel: Dytallix b.

We 7! Be waiting.

Picard:
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.

Data, are you familiar with dytallix b?

Dytallix b is one
of seven uninhabited planets

mined for the federation
by the dytallix mining company.

It is in the nearby Mira system.

Mr. La forge, chart a course
for it immediately. Warp 7.

And there will be no records or logs

mentioning any aspect
of this diversion.

Captain,
they're expecting us at pacifica.

Shouldn't we contact them
and let them know?

Negative. Nothing goes out
without specific orders from me.

Hopefully, the delay will be minimal.

I have the readout on dytallix b,
commander.

Riker: What have you got?

Dytallix b is the fifth of six planets
circling the red giant known as Mira.

One side always faces the sun,

where temperatures reach
up to 180 degrees.

The mines line the temperate zone

between the day and night sides,
but they are long deserted.

Why the devil
are we going to this planet?

Are there any miners
or indigenous life forms on the planet?

I believe the answer
to both questions is "no," sir.

In a manner of speaking,
it is nothing but a lifeless hunk of rock,

a useless ball of mud,
a worthless chunk...

Thank you, data. I get the idea.

Captain, we are approaching
dytallix b.

Picard: Very good,
number one. I'm on my way.

Captain, sensors are detecting

three federation starships
already in orbit around the planet.

- Identify.
- Worf: Two are frigates.

The renegade,
commanded by tryla Scott,

and the Thomas paine,
captain rixx commanding.

Data: The third is just coming
into range now, sir.

It is ambassador-class heavy cruiser,
u. S. S. Horatio.

Horatio?
Isn't that Walker keel's ship?

Attempts at communication
have been ignored by all three vessels.

Make no further attempts, Mr. Worf.

Any life form readings
on the surface, data?

Three, sir.

All gathered inside what appears
to be the entrance to a mining tunnel.

Very well.

Relay those coordinates
to the transporter room.

I'm beaming down.

- Riker: Alone, captain?
- Alone, number one.

Thanks for coming.

This is some greeting, old friend.

Tell me, Jean-Luc.
Where did we first meet?

Answer the question.

Tau ceti III.

It was a bar.

Quite an exotic one, as I remember.
What do I win?

Do you recall the night you introduced
Jack crusher to Beverly?

You know full well
that I hadn't met Beverly then.

You introduced them.

My brother introduced them.

You don't have a brother.
Two sisters, Anne and Melissa.

What the hell is all this about?

Apologies, captain.

We had to be sure
you were really you.

- Walker, what is going on?
- Captain picard, meet captain rixx.

I believe we've met.
The altairian conference.

And captain Scott.

Tryla Scott.

It's said you made captain
faster than anyone in starfleet history.

Present company included.

- Are you that good?
- Yes, I am.

Starfleet's finest.
Fancy meeting you here.

We all came secretly, picard,
to discuss the threat.

- What threat?
- Have you noticed anything

about starfleet command lately?
Anything unusual?

No. But we've been on the outer rim
for a while.

We haven't had much contact
with them.

Some of us have seen
strange patterns emerging.

Unusual orders.

High-ranking officials
backing irrational proposals.

Starbase 12 was completely evacuated
for two full days.

No explanation given.

Scott:
And what about the deaths?

Mckinney, Ryan sipe,
onna karapleedeez.

- All dead?
- Scott: A series of accidents.

Or so they say.
It's hard to be certain of anything.

Interfleet communications
are at a minimum.

But something is happening.

And we fully expect the enterprise
to be targeted soon.

- Targeted for what? By whom?
- Keel: We're not sure yet.

Damn it, Jean-Luc, I tell you

that some of starfleet's
top command people are changing.

This could affect the very core
of our organization.

Officers I've known for years

are bluffing their way
through talk of old times.

That's their weakness.
A lack of memory.

He doesn't believe us.

He thinks we're crazy.

You've given me nothing to believe in.

Just a lot of vague talk about
strange patterns, irrational proposals.

Who's behind this?
And to what purpose?

How are people being changed?

I can't say exactly,
but I think it's spread to my own ship.

My first officer hasn't been the same
since we stopped off at earth.

Our medical officer
says he's perfectly normal,

- but I don't think I trust him, either.
- Walker.

We know
we don't have all the answers.

All we ask
is that you keep your eyes open.

That's sound advice at any time,
captain.

Stay in touch with us covertly.

This meeting never took place
as far as starfleet is concerned.

Please, I'm asking this
as a personal favor.

I'm glad, Jean-Luc.
I'm glad you're still one of us.

Tell Beverly I said hello.

Rixx:
And watch your back, picard.

Friends, close friends,
are few and far between.

Two of the oldest and closest are
Jack crusher, may he rest in peace,

before various missions split us up,
we were virtually inseparable.

I trust keel completely.

If he felt it necessary
to violate regulations,

he must have had a very good reason.

But you're putting your career at risk
for him.

Friendship must dare to risk,
counselor, or it's not friendship.

They illicitly used the emergency
channel to draw you here.

Then they ask you to keep secrets
from your superiors.

Effectively,
to disobey starfleet regulations.

The people involved in this
are of the highest caliber.

If I didn't believe in their loyalty,
I wouldn't have gone this far.

Don't you think you should tell
the rest of the crew?

No, I don't want to risk
implicating them.

Not until I have solid evidence
that something really is wrong.

- Take us out of orbit, Mr. La forge.
- La forge: Aye, sir.

Resume heading to pacifica,
warp factor 8.

Aye, sir, warp 8.

At that speed,

we should arrive nine-point-six-three
hours behind the original schedule, sir.

Very good.
Data, I have an assignment for you.

One specifically suited
to your talents.

Computer,
this is lieutenant commander data.

Please access
all starfleet command orders

to starships, starbases and colonies
for the last six months.

Computer: Working.

Picard: Doctor.

I understand the Horatio
was seen in orbit around dytallix.

Did you see Walker?

Oh, I would have loved
to have seen him.

Wasn't possible, doctor.

Captain, I'm picking up
an unusual disturbance

in a nearby quadrant.

Confirmed, sir, sector 63.

Specify. What kind of disturbance?

Hard to say at this distance, sir.

I guess the trip to pacifica
will have to wait.

Picard: Uh—huh.

Let's investigate.

Maintain speed.
Alter course accordingly.

Aye, sir,
changing course to 351-Mark-4.

Approaching sector 63, sir.

Slow to impulse.

Aye, sir, going to impulse power now.

Sensors beginning
to pick up small objects, sir.

On-screen.

Doesn't look natural.

Agreed. Enlarge and identify.

It looks like debris.

From a space vessel of some kind.

It could be one of those ships
that was orbiting dytallix.

We are in close proximity
to that planet.

Identifying marks, Mr. Worf?

Nothing so far.

Sensors not detecting any bodies
in the flotsam.

But from the amount
of the wreckage...

I'm sorry, sir.
It can only be the Horatio.

From the looks of it,
she's been totally destroyed.

Picard: Captain's personal log,
stardate 41776.1.

The apparent death of Walker keel
has had a powerful impact on me.

I now believe there may be a cancer
growing within the ranks of starfleet.

As a result,
I have alerted my executive officer

to the suspicions voiced
by keel and the others.

There's no proof of anything.

The last time I saw admiral Quinn,
he tried to warn me

about a subversion
within the federation.

And Walker tried, and he's dead.

Subversion?

Personally, I don't believe
this conspiracy theory.

Data: Startling.

Quite extraordinary, in fact.

Computer: Direction unclear.
Please repeat request.

That was not a request. I was simply...

Talking to myself.

A human idiosyncrasy,

triggered by a fascination
with a particular set of facts.

Or sometimes brought about
by senility.

Or used as a means
of weighing information

before reaching a conclusion.
Or as a...

Computer:
Thank you, sir. I comprehend.

Please specify
how you would like to proceed, sir.

Please continue with record scan.

Intriguing.

But we have no facts.

We have to assume
that the explosion was an accident.

Number one, I believe what happened
on the Horatio was sabotage.

- But we can't be certain.
- Data: Perhaps we can.

My orders were to search
for abnormal patterns

in starfleet's directives.

I believe I have found just that.

These are various outposts
on starbases

where I've detected unusual activity
over the past few months.

What sort of activity?

An uncustomary reshuffling
of personnel.

Usually in the command areas.

The new officers
have had frequent contact

with the highest levels
of starfleet command.

Why hasn't anyone
discovered this before?

The orders were given
with great subtlety.

To use an aphorism,

starfleet's left hand did not know
what its right hand was doing.

Data, can you speculate as to
the purpose of these reassignments?

I believe it is a clandestine attempt

to control vital sectors
of federation territory.

This could be a prelude to an invasion.
But who's behind it?

Data: There is insufficient data
to make such as assessment, sir.

Are you suggesting that we warp over
to starfleet headquarters

and demand to know
what's going on?

Why not? Picard: Yes, why not?

We're talking about a threat
to the entire future of the federation.

I don't think any of us can rest easy
until we've been to the source.

Picard:
Captain's personal log, supplemental.

While it is quite unusual
for a starship to return to earth,

we seem to be left
with no other choice.

I have apprised the remaining
bridge crew of our situation.

Approaching earth, captain.

- Standard orbit, Mr. La forge.
- Standard orbit, sir.

Any word from starfleet command,
data?

Nothing so far, sir.

Strange.

Captain, I am now receiving
a message from starfleet command.

On-screen.

Greetings, enterprise.

I am admiral savar,
this is admiral Aaron,

and I believe
you already know admiral Quinn.

Yes, indeed.
It's good to see you again, admiral.

And you, captain.

Of course we are always delighted

when the enterprise
returns to the nest.

Yet we are puzzled
by the timing of your visit.

Yes, sir,
I can imagine that you would be.

Governor de/aplane of pacifica
informs us

that you canceled
your scheduled stop there.

- Is this true?
- Yes, sir, it is.

Explain yourself, captain.
Why have you returned to earth?

I would rather discuss that in person,
admiral.

Excuse us for one moment, captain.

- They seem normal enough.
- On the surface.

- Counselor, any thoughts?
- Hard to say.

Someone is hiding something
but I can't tell who or what.

I must say I'm not overjoyed
to see remmick again.

Considering what we've done, the
response has been pretty temperate.

I don't like it. You can't trust them.

Savar:
Forgive the delay, captain picard.

We 'd be delighted
if you and your first officer

- would join us for dinner.
- Yes, delighted.

It would give you a good opportunity
to expatiate your own viewpoint.

To elaborate upon whatever it is
that's troubling you.

Thank you.
We accept your gracious offer.

Savar: Excellent.

Preparations are already under way.

We 7! Greet you in the reception area

- in, say, 20 minutes?
- Splendid.

I won't be able to attend dinner,
I'm afraid.

But I would like to see the ship
and say hello again, captain.

Of course. We look forward
to seeing you, admiral.

Enterprise out.

Quinn wants to see us alone.

At least we know
he's still on our side.

- Mr. Data, you have the bridge.
- Aye, sir.

Are you ready to beam up
to the enterprise, sir?

Yes, commander. Quite ready.

Energize, Mr. Remmick.

- Welcome aboard, Greg.
- Good to see you.

- You remember commander riker?
- Hello again, commander.

I must say,
you're looking remarkably well.

Never felt better in my life.

When you were here last,

you were saying that you were
feeling tired.

Tired of life I was, but not anymore.
I'm ready for new challenges now.

What about another look
at this ship?

Remember what you told me
back on relva vii?

About the threat that you perceived
to the very fabric of the federation?

Is that why you're here?
Because of what I said?

It's one of the reasons, yes.

But, Jean-Luc,
you took me far too literally.

I was only referring
to the problems involved

in assimilating new races
into the federation.

It's an ongoing tumultuous process

which can cause stress and strain
on every aspect of our alliance.

I'm sorry.
I must have misunderstood.

It's not for you to apologize.

If I led you up the garden path,
I humbly ask your forgiveness.

Of course.

Now, gentlemen,
you have a dinner to attend to,

and I would like to go and freshen up
before I look around a little bit more.

We've arranged
your usual accommodations.

Oh, that's outstanding.

Yes, I should be getting down
to the planet.

Commander riker will be
available here

to show you anything
that you want to see.

- That's really not necessary.
- Oh, I insist.

When you finish showing the admiral
anything that he needs,

you can join me down on earth.

- I may want to stay a while, Jean-Luc.
- Of course. Stay as long as you wish.

That's not Gregory Quinn.

It may look like him
and sound like him, but it isn't him.

- Are you absolutely certain, captain?
- I'm certain, number one.

Now, I want you to stay close,
keep your eye on his every move.

Have Beverly concoct some reason for
giving him a full medical examination.

- How?
- I don't know. Just do it.

- He's a senior admiral.
- It's not him, will. I know that now.

What I have to find out
is how this has happened.

And who or what is behind it.

- Captain, if you are right...
- I'm right.

Then should you be beaming
down there alone? Unarmed?

I'll take care.

Find out what you can, then join me,
in force, if necessary.

Energize.

Good luck, sir.

Welcome home, captain picard.

Thank you.

My first officer
will be joining us shortly.

Yes, I'm sure he will.

You've met commander remmick,
haven't you?

Under less than ideal circumstances.
It's nice to see you again, captain.

We've prepared a special meal
in your honor.

Delightful.
Tell me, why is the corridor so quiet?

The last time I was here,
it was bustling with activity.

It usually is. Tonight's a quiet night.

Yes. A quiet night.

Ready for your tour, admiral?

Quite ready, commander.

- What's in the case?
- Actually, I brought it for Dr. Crusher.

But perhaps you would like
to see it first.

- What is it?
- A form of life.

It was discovered accidentally
by a survey team

on an unchartered planet.

Why haven't we heard about that?

Oh, you'll be hearing about it shortly.

But first, there remains
much scientific study to be done.

After all, it is a superior form of life.

- Superior?
- Totally.

Come, have a look.

I think I'll summon my science officer.

It won't like your science officer.
It does like you.

Vitamins.
They do wonders for the body.

Riker to security, guest quarter 17.
Emergency.

Let's have some andonian tea
while we wait for your riker.

Then you can tell us
about what's brought you here.

I see you keep up
with our duty roster.

Yes, of course, captain.
The enterprise is very important to us.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

- To the Horatio, gentlemen.
- The Horatio.

What an awful tragedy.
Such a terrible loss of life.

Interesting
that you should mention the Horatio.

It's one of the subjects
I wanted to discuss.

Aaron: Really?

Has the cause of her destruction
been ascertained?

Absolutely.

Implosion due to the extreme
negligence of her captain.

Enjoy, picard. I believe
you'll find it an excellent aperitif.

It's a good thing you're here.
He slipped and hit his head.

This is lieutenant la forge
in guest quarter 17.

We have a medical emergency.

Your Dr. Crusher is most capable.
I'm sure he'll be all right.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
my time here is most limited.

Don't you think we should wait
till the doctor gets here?

Now, klingon,
it's between you and me.

Do klingons fear death
as much as humans?

I could snap your neck in a second,
but it wouldn't be as much fun.

La forge: Ooh.

Are you all right?

Heh. If I could see,
I'd be seeing stars.

What is he?

Let's find out.

Retinal scans are an exact match.
It really is Quinn.

How can that be?
The man picked me up like a rag doll.

I'm going to have
to do a complete internal scan.

Keep me posted, doctor.
I'll be on the bridge.

What is that?

What do you know of conspiracies,
captain?

Not nearly enough, I suppose.

Well, that's the charming thing
about them, isn't it?

When a machination is real,
no one knows about it.

And when it's suspected,
it's almost never real.

Except, of course, in paranoid
delusions for those who believe.

Sorry to interrupt. Dinner is served.

Wonderful. Bantering with the captain
has given me quite an appetite.

I need to contact my ship

to let commander riker know
that we're about to sit down.

Of course, captain.
We'll wait for you at the table.

Crusher:
Dr. Crusher here, captain.

May I speak freely?

I suppose I have little choice.
Where's riker?

Crusher:
He was attacked by Quinn.

Or what we thought was Quinn.

Specify, doctor.

A parasitic being
has invaded Quinn's body.

It has complete control
over all brain functions.

It seems to breathe
through a small Gill

protruding from the back
of Quinn's neck.

Look for this, captain.

[Believe it will be visible on anyone
who has been compromised.

Any idea what it is
or where it came from?

Negative.
I've never seen anything like it before.

Data: Lieutenant worf,

if the situation is under control,
please report to the bridge.

- Doctor?
- It's okay.

He won't be waking up
for a long time.

Continue, doctor.

Crusher:
By the placement of the tendrils,

the parasite appears to stimulate
the victim's adrenal glands,

generating great strength

- and resistance to the...
- Never mind the details.

- Can you remove it?
- Crusher: I don't think so.

Not without killing the patient.

Captain, you must set your phaser
on kill. Stun has little effect.

Doctor, one does not beam down
to starfleet headquarters armed.

Your food is getting cold, captain.

I'm going into dinner now, doctor.

Tell commander riker to join me
as soon as he's ready.

Picard out.

Please, sit down, captain.
We've been waiting.

Go ahead and start, captain.
We don't stand on ceremony here.

Oh, do eat up, picard.
Raise your hand if you want seconds.

Riker, thank god.

We're leaving.

You're not going anywhere.

You'll be one of us soon.

You were meant for the doctor.

It couldn't be helped.
Riker walked in on us unexpectedly.

No matter.
The doctor will be joining us soon.

All in good time.

Well, captain Scott. Good.

Now the setting is complete.

You don't really think we were in
the dark about your intentions, do you?

Savar: Patience is
one of our virtues, captain.

We didn't go after you.

We allowed you to come after us.

More dramatic that way,
don't you think?

Yes. The one thing both races share
is a love of theater.

And you've put on a fine show.

What race are you?
Where are you from?

Savar: It's not important.

Let us just say
we've come a long way to join you.

It's a perfect match.
We're the brains, you're the brawn.

You'll understand soon, picard.

Indeed. We've been moving slowly,
cautiously, for many months now.

Careful to cover our tracks.

Careful not to arouse suspicion
until it's too late.

And now it's too late. For you, that is.

Well said, brother.

Picard and riker
control the enterprise,

which means
we control the enterprise.

Eat hearty, brother.

Relish your new body.

Aaron.

Aaron.

Can I help you, gentlemen?

Is there any trouble here?

Perhaps if you tell me what it is.

Remmick.

No, will.

You don't understand.

We mean you no harm.

We seek peaceful co-existence.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 41780.2.

How difficult after all these years
of learning to respect life

to be forced to destroy it.

But there seems
to be no alternative.

Admiral Quinn is expected
to make a full recovery.

There is no trace of the parasite
which took control of him.

We 7! Never know how many
of these life forms infiltrated starfleet,

but it seems they could not survive
without the mother creature

which had taken over
commander remmick.

It was Dr. Crusher's idea
to simulate the blue Gill.

To make sure it would fool everyone,
including you.

That it did, number one.
Rest assured.

Captain, I have attempted to trace
the message remmick was sending.

I believe it was aimed
at an unexplored sector of our galaxy.

Any idea what the message was,
data?

- I believe it was a beacon.
- A beacon?

Yes, sir.
A homing beacon sent from earth.