All language subtitles for Star Trek The Next Generation S04E05

Crusher: Chief medical
officer's log, stardate 44161.2.

We are docking at starbase 133
for scheduled crew rotation.

I look forward to welcoming aboard
my mentor and dear friend,

Dr. Dalen quaice,

who will be traveling with us
to his home planet, kenda ll.

Dalen.

Oh, it's good to see you again,
bevefly.

- You look wonderful.
- A lie I can live with.

It's kind of your captain
to ferry me home.

It was on our way.

- Thanks, o'brien.
- My pleasure, doctor.

Dalen, I was sorry to hear
about Patricia.

She'd been ill for some time.

Is her death the reason
you're giving up your post here?

Well, we had a lifetime together
doing all the things we'd ever dreamed.

And more.

But when she was gone,

I couldn't continue to work
in that office,

sleep in that bed without her.

The absence of her
was too distracting.

Uh, I'm not sure
that I'm making any sense.

Jack and I didn't have
a lifetime together,

only a few short years,
but I understand.

When you realize
someone you love is lost forever.

You know what the worst part
of growing old is?

So many of the people
you've known all your life are gone.

- Hmm.
- And you realize

you didn't take the time

to appreciate them
while you still could.

Oh, I'm sorry.

There's no reason to load
all this emotional baggage on you.

- I usually travel light.
- Heh.

Wes, time for the experiment is over.
I want my warp engines back now.

Wesley:
I'm almost done, commander.

Almost isn't good enough.

You wanna explain when the captain
says "engage" and we just sit here?

Wesley:
I just need a couple more minutes.

I'm ready to try the new warp field.

- Mom?
- Don't let me interrupt.

Wesley.

Wesley: Right, okay.

La forge:
Computer, run a level-two diagnostic

on warp-drive systems.

Computer:
Antimatter containment positive.

Warp drive
within normal parameters.

Wesley, talk to me.

That shouldn't have happened.

Why would there be
any visible phenomena

outside the warp drive?

Riker:
Prepare for umbilical disconnect.

- Are you done?
- Yeah.

Mom?

Ri ker:
Clear all moorings, engineering,

aft thrusters.

Aft thrusters, aye.

Impulse power, to the helm.

Dalen?

Dalen, it's Beverly.

Computer.

Current location
of Dr. Dalen quaice.

Computer:
There is no Dr. Dalen quaice

aboard the enterprise.

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.

Come.

Lieutenant worf,
yesterday, before we left starbase,

an old friend of mine
came on board.

Dr. Dalen ouaice.

I requested quarters for him.
He was assigned here.

I was not aware of this passenger.

I'm sorry.
I thought it was standard procedure

for you to be informed after
captain picard approved passage.

It is. Please proceed.

We were to meet for breakfast.

But I can't seem to find him
or his belongings.

Computer,
where is Dr. Dalen quaice?

Computer:
There is no Dr. Dalen quaice

aboard the enterprise.

Lieutenant, Dr. Quaice is very old
and rather frail.

If he fell somewhere,
if his communicator were damaged...

- I will order a search immediately.
- Thank you.

Even if Dr. Quaice had been injured,
why would his belongings be missing?

Worf: Sir, I have several teams

conducting a deck-by-deck search.

It is not yet complete.

I have scanned the entire ship,
captain.

Other than the enterprise's
regular complement,

I can find no one else on board.

Your sensors wouldn't detect him
if he were dead.

That is correct, doctor.

Could, um, your friend have returned
to the starbase without telling you?

An emergency of some sort?

There were a lot of people
going back and forth

between the ship
and the starbase yesterday.

We can easily check
the transporter ID traces.

By all means, check the trace log.

But even if the results are negative,
contact starbase command.

We should leave nothing to chance.

Aye, sir.

Picard: One moment, doctor.

I'm sure you are aware
of the procedure involving passengers.

Of course.

I don't know why lieutenant worf
wasn't told about Dr. Ouaice.

Well, I was not informed either.

But I sent in a request weeks ago.

Then it must have been intercepted
before it reached me.

Uh, and someone else sent approval?
Why?

Dr. Quaice had been stationed
at the starbase for some time?

Six years.

Perhaps it would be prudent to find out
if he had acquired any enemies there.

Course laid in for durenia iv, sir.

Thank you, number one. Mr. Data?

Sir, starbase 133 has no record
at all of a Dr. Dalen quaice.

You said he was stationed there
for six years.

Data:
Not according to their computer.

I have also accessed
starfleet records.

There is no doctor currently serving
in starfleet named quaice.

In fact, I can find
no service record whatsoever.

There are no birth records
with that name.

I can find no... crusher: Data.

I interned with him on delos iv.
I've known him for 15 years.

I do not doubt you, doctor.

But I have tried 173 phonetic variations
of the name and I...

His name is dalen quaice.
Q-u-a-i-c-e.

Whatever your records say,
they're wrong.

Picard: Mr. Worf?

We have completed our search,
captain.

- We cannot locate Dr. Quaice.
- You're not alone.

He was on board.

I met him myself
in transporter room 3.

Then it appears,
for reasons unknown,

someone has taken great pains
to erase all traces of this man.

Who was on transporter duty
when he came aboard?

Dr. Quaice?

Was he part
of the regular crew rotation?

No, he's a friend of Dr. Crusher's.

- When did he arrive?
- Yesterday at 1600 hours.

That was my watch.

I beamed this man aboard?

Yes, I was here to meet him.

An elderly man,
not in the best of health.

I'm sorry. I remember you
being here for a short while.

But you were alone.

Was he invisible?

Did I carry on a conversation
with thin air?

Heh. No, doctor.

As I recall,

you came in and you looked around
for a few moments.

I asked you
if I could help you with anything.

All you said was "thank you."
I said, "my pleasure," or something.

And that was the end of it.

There was no one else here.

I can't believe
that chief o'brien might be lying.

Well, he believes what he says.

And there is no trace imprint
for Dr. Quaice.

Will, I didn't just conjure up
one of my best friends

from a test tube.

Well, if the ship's records
have been tampered with,

the transporter records
could have been changed as well.

And with everybody
coming and going yesterday,

maybe o'brien
just doesn't remember.

It might be a good idea
to run a diagnostic on him.

To make sure
he wasn't tampered with?

- What do you think?
- It's worth a try.

I'll check the replicator activity logs.

Eighteen hours is a long time
to go without food.

Or without someone seeing him.

Chief, this examination
should only take a few minutes.

- But I feel fine.
- Sit down.

Doctor, it's no use
checking my eyesight.

I didn't see your friend.

I'll be a little more comprehensive
than that, chief.

Dr. Crusher to Dr. Hill.

Respond, please.

Dr. Selar, your present location?

Computer, current whereabouts
of drs. Hill and selar.

Computer:
There is no Dr. Hill or Dr. Selar

aboard the enterprise.

Drs. Hill and selar

and four other members
of my medical staff have all vanished.

All record of their ever having been
on the enterprise

has been excised
from the computer's memory.

Did they come aboard
with Dr. Quaice?

No.
They've been on board for months.

But my two duty nurses
don't remember them.

Their families
don't even remember them.

As o'brien didn't remember
Dr. Quaice.

I checked o'brien thoroughly.

I found
no physiological abnormalities.

Wesley:
Crusher to captain picard.

Go ahead, ensign.

Wesley: I'm in engineering, sir.

There's something here
I think you'd better see.

It may be connected
to Dr. Quaice's disappearance.

Picard: On my way.

- Progress, number one?
- No one's seen him.

The replicator in his quarters
has not been used.

Mr. Worf,
check hull and shield integrity

for any sign of intruders.

Yes, sir. But I've been
closely monitoring all on board sensors.

There has been no indication...

Give me a level-one diagnostic
of any on board sensors.

And run a manual sweep
of any anomalous airborne

or electromagnetic readings.

I want some answers.

I've been experimenting
with kosinski's warp-field equations,

trying to improve engine efficiency.

I've read your reports.

We did a test run
while we were still at the starbase.

Here's what the computer
recorded.

Wesley:
This is the static warp field,

we created inside the warp drive.

The experiment was designed to see

if we could keep a bubble
like this intact.

As you'll see in a moment,
we couldn't.

There was a momentary
flash of light.

It was all over the spectrum.

I remember that.

Are you suggesting that a bubble

could have made Dr. Quaice
disappear?

If he were caught in it, yes, sir.

It would seem to us
like he disappeared.

- Where would he go?
- Who knows?

Could even end up outside
of our space-time continuum.

Was Dr. Quaice in engineering
during your experiment?

La forge: No, sir.

And the bubble never expanded
beyond engineering?

No, sir.

Then how could it have trapped
Dr. Quaice or the others?

There are others missing?

Yes, and they weren't anywhere
near engineering.

It doesn't make sense.

I doubt that a warp bubble
could alter computer records,

or erase memories.

Keep at it, ensign, Mr. La forge.
It's our only working theory for now.

- Picard: Something else happen?
- Sickbay is totally empty.

Apparently,
I no longer have any staff.

And that surprises you, doctor?

Heh. Surprises me?
I'll say it surprises me.

There should be at least four members
of my staff on duty at all times.

I am afraid ship's records
do not concur, doctor.

What are you talking about?

You do not have a staff.

You're telling me
I'm the sole medical officer on a ship

with over a thousand people
on board?

Excuse me, doctor,

but the entire ship's complement
is 230.

What?

Doctor, may I see you
in my ready room?

Would you, uh, care for something?

So, Beverly...

Tea, Earl grey, hot.

You're saying that this ship has lost

nearly 800 of its personnel?

I know how it sounds.

None of the scans show
any anomalies.

No signs of an intruder.

Wesley's experiment clearly
did not have the scope

to affect an entire starship.

Captain, the enterprise
is in serious danger.

You must believe me.

I have no choice
but to believe you.

The safety of my entire crew
is at stake.

But, uh, I must be sure.

That I haven't lost my mind?

I just examined myself.

And being the only doctor on board,
I had to do it myself.

There were no signs of dysfunction.

Yes, there was an increased elevation
of adrenaline,

but I think that is understandable.

Did you find anything
that might suggest

why you're apparently
the only one among us

unaffected by this...

This phenomenon?

I'll talk to troi.

It wouldn't do any harm.

Captain, please.

Return this ship to starbase 133
for a full diagnostic.

I realize you have my word
only to convince you.

Riker: Captain?

Set a course for a return
to starbase 133 immediately.

Riker: Aye, sir.

Your word has always been
good enough for me.

I've had a team in sickbay
for two hours.

We've run the mass spectrometer
on all particulates,

we scanned the em spectrum
in case there was a wave-guide

somehow leaking radiation.

We've even crawled around
on the life-support ductwork.

Captain, I don't know what this vortex
was that Dr. Crusher saw.

I didn't just see it.
I felt it. I barely escaped from it.

Well, there's nothing there now.
And no sign there ever was.

Is there any possible connection
with Mr. Crusher's experiment?

Could this warp bubble
be floating about the ship, perhaps?

No, sir. That bubble was definitely
contained in engineering.

There's no way it could possibly have
affected anything up on deck 12.

Sir, I have completed
level-one computer diagnostics.

There are no malfunctions.

Have any other ships responded
to our queries, data?

The Wellington is the only
federation vessel in this sector.

It reports normal operations.

A ferengi ship
within communications range

also reports nothing unusual.

Are all the members
of the crew accounted for?

Data: Yes, doctor.

How many are there?

There are 114 people
on the enterprise.

That is the exact number
there should be.

There are now over 900 missing.

Deck after deck of this ship
is deserted now.

How do you account
for all the empty rooms?

If there are only supposed
to be 114 people on board,

why all the extra space?

Transportation of colonists,
diplomatic missions.

- Emergency evacuations...
- Thank you, Mr. Data.

Have security confine all nonessential
personnel to their quarters.

Computer, go to red alert.

I'd like lieutenant worf
to program on board sensors

to monitor all personnel.

- If we can catch the moment...
- I'm sorry.

Whom did you say?

Worf, chief of security.

The big guy who never smiles?

The klingon.

Deanna.

I need you to tell me
if I've gone completely mad.

If you can ask the question,
I'd say no.

- Don't evade the question.
- Well, then, ask me one I can answer.

Deanna, I've delivered babies
that no longer exist.

No one else remembers them.

Yet I can close my eyes
and see their faces clearly

as I see yours now.

What if it's not some huge conspiracy?
What if it is just me?

What if it is just you?

Then I've delayed a mission

and frightened a lot of people
including myself.

You have acted in the best interest
of your ship and crew.

What more
could you ask of yourself?

And if this turns out
to be a mistake,

then we'll be a little late
arriving at durenia iv.

That's all.

It's not a mistake. I wish it were.

When we reach starbase,
I'll order a complete workup,

both physical and psychological.

If we reach starbase.

Wesley.

Where's Wesley?

Wesley?

Wesley: Mom?

Are you all right?

No. We may have
very little time left.

You don't believe me.

- Look, mom, I don't know...
- I don't have time to convince you.

Hundreds of people are now missing

and your experiment is the only
possible explanation we have

that we can work on right now.

Well, there it is.
I don't know what else to do with it.

Then find someone who does.

Someone who knows something
about warp bubbles.

I've already talked to kosinski
on subspace.

And he can't explain it either.
And this is based on his equations.

There is someone
who may be able to help,

but I can't reach him.

- Who?
- He was kosinski's assistant.

He was an alien from tau Alpha c.

He said he was some kind
of traveler.

Somehow he combined
warp technology

and the energy
from his own thoughts.

Yes, I remember.

Wesley, do you think it's possible

that you've accidentally re-created
something that he did?

Something that could alter reality?

I don't see how.

He's the only one
who could explain it to us.

I sent a message to tau Alpha c,
but it's so far away

it could take days to get there.

Maybe the captain can help us.
We've got to find him. Come on.

Wesley: I don't even know
if he's still alive. He was very sick.

Crusher: Well, we can't
stand around here doing nothing.

It's a chance. We have to try to...

Wesley.

Wesley?

They're all gone?

Riker, troi, data?

Wait a minute. Let me guess.
You never heard of any of them.

Picard: You know, doctor,
I have been more than fair.

I've done everything I can
to substantiate your...

- Your perceptions of a crew...
- Will riker, your first officer.

He's very good at playing poker,
loves to cook.

He listens to jazz music,
plays the trombone.

I cannot find any evidence
of a will riker.

Commander data,
the Android who sits at ops.

Dreams of being human,
never gets the punch line of a joke.

Doctor.

We'll be arriving at starbase 133
in a few hours...

Deanna troi,

your ship's counselor.
Half betazoid, loves chocolate.

The arrival of her mother
makes you shudder.

O'brien, geordi, worf.
Wesley, my son.

They all have been the living,
breathing heart of this crew

for over three years.

They deserve more
than to be shrugged off

brushed aside, just pinched out
of existence like that.

They all do.

They deserve so much more.

Beverly...

Perhaps it would be best if you were
to confine yourself to sickbay

until we arrive.

It's all perfectly logical to you,
isn't it?

The two of us,
roaming about the galaxy

in the flagship of the federation.

No crew at all.

We've never needed a crew before.

I don't suppose you remember
an alien from tau Alpha c

who was on board once.

He called himself a traveler.

Jean-Luc, I don't know how,

but you and I have got to find
this traveler,

or another from his race.

- If anyone can help us...
- I give you my word.

When we arrive at the starbase,
I will make every effort to find him.

It's not a delusion. It is not a dream.

There is a physical,

measurable phenomenon
at work here.

Perhaps you could help me
to identify it.

How?

I'd like to use the ship's computer
to monitor your life functions.

Until I disappear?

It will happen.

All right.

Computer, continuous scan,
captain Jean-Luc picard, vital signs.

Audible readout. Begin now.

Computer:
Body temperature, 37.2...

I promise you I will continue to do
whatever I can

to find out what's happening
and to bring you all back.

Computer:
Blood pressure, 122 over 70...

I'm sorry I lost my temper.
You do remember that?

Vividly.

But if I have forgotten
my closest friends and comrades,

as you say,
then I deserved every word.

For quite some time, I've been
meaning to say something to you.

I might not have another chance.

Jean-Luc, you and I...

I won't forget.

I won't forget any of you.

La forge:
Wesley, have you got it?

What's happening?

I'm losing it.

Wesley:
The link isn't holding, commander.

I'll go to the secondary equations.

I've lost it.

Damn. I'm sorry, Wesley.

It's over.

There's no way
we'll get her back now.

Traveler: It's not over, Wesley.

There's still a way.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 44162.5.

Two attempts
to retrieve Dr. Crusher have failed.

And now, the traveler,

a mysterious visitor from our past,
has reappeared.

Is she alive?

As long as she thinks she is alive,

she is alive.

What the hell does that mean?

Your species
have very narrow perceptions

of time and space and thought.

When Beverly crusher
was caught in the static warp bubble,

she created her own reality.

Her thoughts at the precise moment
she was trapped

determined its shape and form.

Can you go in and get her back?

No, it is her reality.

I cannot enter it any more
than I can enter her thoughts.

But you said there's still a way.

I can help.

But I can't do it myself.

Wesley.

There is a power within each of us

that most people
haven't begun to realize.

But you have begun.

Or else I would not have known
to come here now.

Together, we may be able to open
a gateway for her.

But she must choose
to walk through it.

Computer, we are going to apply
precise diagnostic methodology.

Once we've cataloged
the symptoms,

we will proceed to determine
the illness and then find the cure.

We will start with the assumption
that I am not crazy.

If I am, it won't matter
one way or another.

Computer, read the entire crew roster
for the enterprise.

Computer: Dr. Beverly crusher.

Have I always been
the only member of the crew

on the starship enterprise?

- Computer: Affirmative.
- Heh.

If this were a bad dream,
would you tell me?

Computer:
That is not a valid question.

Like hell, it's not.

What date did I report on board?

Computer: Stardate 41154,

1400 hours, 3 minutes.

That sounds about right.

Computer, is there more than one
u. S. 8. Enterprise?

This vessel is the fifth starship

to bear the name USS. Enterprise.

It is currently
the only one in service.

What is the primary mission
of the starship enterprise?

To explore the galaxy.

Do I have the necessary skills
to complete that mission alone?

Negative.

Then why am I
the only crew member?

Uh-huh, gotcha there.

That information is not available.

Computer,

are you familiar with the inhabitants
of tau Alpha c?

Computer: Affirmative.

Are any presently located
on any starbase or vessel

within communication distance?

Negative.

Estimated time to tau Alpha c
at warp 9.5.

One hundred twenty-three days.

Lay in a new course
for tau Alpha c

and send a subspace message
advising them of our arrival.

- Acknowledged.
- Engage.

Computer, did you change course?

State new destination
or coordinates.

I stated it, damn it. Tau Alpha c.

There is no tau Alpha c listed
on current starmaps.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 44162.8.

At the direction of the traveler,

the enterprise is returning
to starbase 133.

And the precise position where
the subspace bubble was formed.

Our goal will be to create
a stable gateway

between our reality
and your mother's reality.

We've tried.
We can't stabilize the link.

Of course not.

The equations are only the first step.

We will be going
beyond mathematics.

Just tell me what I have to do.

Begin by letting go
of your guilt, Wesley.

- It's my fault. I shouldn't have tried...
- Focus on the present.

You will have to be here completely
to help her back.

You must open yourself
to time and space

and the intricate threads
that bind them.

Begin entering
your warp-field equations.

Now close your eyes.

See past the numbers.

Trust yourself.

I can't. I can't do it.

When the time comes,
you will, Wesley.

You will.

Starbase 133, this is the enterprise.

Starbase 133, this is the enterprise.
Please acknowledge.

Viewscreen on.

It's not just people.
Everything is disappearing.

Computer,
what is that mist I'm seeing?

Computer: Sensors indicate it

to be a mass-energy field
705 meters in diameter.

- It surrounds the ship?
- Affirmative.

If there's nothing wrong with me,

maybe there's something wrong
with the universe.

Computer, what is beyond
the mass-energy field?

Sensors cannot penetrate the field.

Here's a question
you shouldn't be able to answer.

Computer,
what is the nature of the universe?

The universe is a spheroid region,
705 meters in diameter.

Captain, approaching starbase 133.

Slow to ten meters per second.

Mr. La forge,
prepare for precision station keeping.

Acknowledged. Readying thrusters.

There it is.

We've moving into phase now.

There's your warp bubble, Wesley.

What?

What's wrong?

It is collapsing.

Computer,

give me a graphic representation
of the universe.

I've seen this before.

Wesley's experiment.

Of course.

But that would mean that
I'm the one trapped in the bubble.

Computer, what's happening?

Co m p ute r:
Explosive decompression,

decks 5 through 14

sealing off forward sections.

- Cause?
- A flaw in the ship's design.

Show me.

Analysis?

Computer: No ship's structures
exist forward of bulkhead 342.

Superimpose previous image
over this one.

Same scale
and continue to monitor.

It's collapsing.

Hull integrity now compromised
on decks 3 through 15.

Computer,

how long can life support
be maintained?

Four minutes, 17 seconds.

Captain, we have reestablished
exact coordinates and attitude.

Geordi, we're in position.
Your status?

The warp bubble is contracting
at a rate of 15 meters per second.

We're gonna lose it
in about four minutes.

It is time, Wesley.

We're ready, commander.

Picard: Proceed.

I'll be in engineering.

Let it go, Wesley.

Let go of the anticipation,
the expectations,

the demands upon yourself.

Let it all go.

Leave it behind.

The ability is there inside of you.

You do not need to look for it.

Computer: Three minutes,
30 seconds to life support failure.

The traveler used his thoughts
to alter warp fields.

Thoughts became reality.

Now I'm in a warp field.

Could my thoughts
have changed this reality?

Come on, Beverly.
What's the next step?

What was I thinking at the moment
Wesley's bubble formed?

Dalen quaice.

He said all the people he'd known
were gone.

I thought of Jack.
I went to see Wesley.

The flash in engineering.

That's when it started.

That's when I started
losing everybody.

My thoughts created this universe.

- Can they get me out of it again?
- That information is not available.

I'm not talking to you.

Click my heels together three times
and I'm back in Kansas.

Can it be that simple?

Computer:
Two minutes, 30 seconds

to life support failure.

Computer, hypothetical situation:

A person is trapped inside
of a static warp bubble.

Determine a means of escape.

Escape would theoretically depend
on establishing a stable threshold

between the warp field
and the outer environment.

- Describe this threshold.
- Negative.

There are no known
practical applications of this theory.

Extrapolate from theoretical database.
How would it manifest itself?

A dynamic atmospheric disturbance
of great intensity.

Disturbance?

The vortex.

They must have been trying
to reach me.

But how do I find it?

Wesley, where do I go? Help me.

Stable threshold.

They've been trying to create
a stable threshold.

Where are they trying to do it?

Where did they do it the first time?

Engineering.

One minute, 30 seconds
to life support failure.

- Engineering.
- Failure in turboshaft 4.

Unable to proceed
to main engineering.

Just take me anywhere on deck 36.

We're losing the bubble.

Bevedy.

Jean-Luc, heh.

Do I have you to thank
for getting me back?

Jean-Luc,

if I might ask,
how many people are there on board?

One thousand and fourteen.

Including your guest, Dr. Quaice.

Is there something wrong
with that count, doctor?

No. That's the exact number
there should be.