All language subtitles for Star Trek - Voyager 0309

Last time
on Star Trek: Voyager...

I'm Captain Braxton
of the Federation Timeship Aeon.

I've come
from 29th century Earth.

Why are you firing at us?

Your vessel is responsible
for a disaster in my century--

a temporal explosion
that will destroy

all of Earth's solar system.

I've come back in time
to prevent that occurrence.

My mission is your destruction.

We seem to be caught in some
kind of graviton distortion.

We're being pulled in, too.

I find it hard to believe
a ship from the 29th century

could have landed on this beach
without being noticed.

That ship shouldn't be here.

It belongs to another century.

We have to take it back.

No one else knows
there's something up there.

We've got to tell somebody
about this.

We've got to call NASA.

She's a security risk.

Go to Griffith, get the data,
get rid of her.

What the hell did you do
to my computer?

It is screwed up!

The hard drive is wiped.

Get down!

Starling is using 29th-century
technology against us.

We may not be able
to keep up with him.

Yes.

He's accessing
our main computer.

Get us back into orbit

and I want
a full damage report from...

Captain Janeway...

You're from the 24th century?

And here all this time, I
thought you were from the 29th.

Looks like I have
the home-field advantage.

And now the conclusion.

Let me guess.

Someone broke
into the van last night

while I was sleeping,
tried to snatch the stereo.

You bravely fought them off

and now you're
repairing the damage.

That's exactly what happened.

My hero.

What's it like?

Life as a spy, I mean.

Classified.

Oh, right.

I forgot.

But you said "secret agent"

and nobody says secret agent.

And you do that a lot.

You get things
not quite right...

like you don't belong here.

Rain, you're fantasizing.

And you're insulting
my intelligence.

Yesterday afternoon,
I picked up a UFO in orbit.

Today, my life is
completely out of control,

so don't think
I'm too stupid to notice.

I apologize.

Accepted.

Would you also accept

that there are lives
at stake here?

The more you keep
asking me questions,

the more difficult you
make things... for everybody.

I'll try.

So...

why'd you become an astronomer?

My brother.

Had a telescope--
a little refractor.

You could barely see in the tree
house next door actually, but...

it was enough.

It was enough to see
the rings of Saturn.

I remember...
I remember I used

to think
that they looked like...

jewels from a pirate's treasure.

All I ever wanted since then
was to...

reach up and touch them.

Good morning.

Agent Tuvok, what's up?

Breakfast is up.

Have you made any progress?

I think so.

Chili burritos,
footlong hot dogs

and Goliath gulps.

This is not a breakfast.

This is an afternoon
at Dodger Stadium.

And that is a non sequitur.

Would you please hand me
a burrito?

Everything you guys do
is just a little bit off.

These things are kind of...

crude.

So much for sending
a locator signal.

There is another option.

The radio dish
at the observatory.

We could use the same setup...

The same setup that I used
to send that message to your...

whatever it is up in orbit.

We will require your assistance.

No kidding.

Well?

Not on an empty stomach.

Starling downloaded
nearly 20 percent

of our computer core
while we were trying to beam

the timeship
out of his building.

I'm replacing those programs
as quickly as I can,

but some of it
isn't retrievable.

Like the Doctor.

There's literally
nothing left of him.

He's just... gone.

Unfortunately, the Doctor is
only one of our problems.

Our weapons are off-line.

Tuvok and Paris
are still missing

somewhere in Los Angeles,

and we've confirmed
Captain Braxton's hypothesis.

If Starling does attempt
a flight to the future,

it will most likely
end in disaster.

Captain, I've analyzed
Braxton's...

uh, schematic.

The temporal technology
is incredibly complex.

No matter how much a genius
this Starling might be,

he is not a trained pilot
from the 29th century.

Without the exact calibration,

that ship will rip
the time-space continuum apart.

The instant he jumps
to the 29th century,

there won't be a 29th century--

not for Earth, anyway.

The entire solar system
will be destroyed.

I want that timeship.

Long-range transporters
are still down.

We'd have to drop
out of orbit again.

Captain, I strongly
recommend against that.

The more legitimate
news organizations

have apparently decided
that the Voyager image

is fraudulent.

However, I've also
been monitoring

more official channels,

and the United States
military is taking things

just a little more seriously.

If we risk another pass
through the lower atmosphere,

there's a chance of getting
intercepted by the Air Force.

If we can't get to the ship...

maybe we can get to the man.

Torres, I want you to...

Captain Janeway,
I'm receiving a transmission

from Lieutenant Tuvok,
audio only.

Mr. Tuvok, report.

Lieutenant Paris and I are
at the Griffith Observatory

in the Hollywood Hills.

We have modified
the satellite dish transmitter

to carry and receive

Voyager communication
frequencies.

I regret the bad connection.

It's quite all right, Mr. Tuvok.

What's happened?

We have become associated
with a young woman

employed at the astronomical
laboratory.

It was she who sent
the message to Voyager,

but her lab is under the
supervision of an individual

named Henry Starling.

Oh, we've met Mr. Starling.

He has the timeship,
and he's the one

who will cause the disaster
in the 29th century.

Then it would seem we must
find a way to stop him.

Tell me about this young woman.

Can we trust her?

She and Lieutenant Paris
appear to be bonding

on a cross-cultural level.

I would have to say yes.

Ask if she'd be willing
to help us.

How's it going?

I find your interest
in my well-being

to be less than genuine.

Try to be
a little more grateful, Doc.

The schematics I downloaded
from your ship

indicated you were stuck
in the Sick Bay 24 hours a day.

I recently suffered
a severe program loss

and I'm still in the process
of retrieving my memory files,

but apparently,
on a few occasions,

I have been projected
into other locations.

Undoubtedly, you are using
a similar procedure.

My holographic simulator.

We use it to test
our new microchip designs.

I projected you through
the emitters in the office.

Your program really isn't
very sophisticated.

That is a matter of opinion.

Now, would you please return me
to my vessel?

Can't do that. Not yet.

I've a few questions
I want answered.

If you have need
of medical expertise,

I would refer you
to a more local physician.

All Captain Janeway's

talk about a disaster I caused
is just smoke.

You came here
to steal my timeship.

That is simply not the case.

That timeship is
from the 29th century--

technology 500 years
more advanced

than anything you've got.

You'd love to get
your hands on it.

You figured I'd be
an easy target-- some backwards

20th-century Neanderthal
who doesn't know what he's got,

but you found out otherwise,
didn't you?

A paranoid response indicative
of bipolar personality disorder.

If my history is accurate,

Southern California
in the late 20th century

had no shortage
of psychotherapists--

competent and otherwise.

I suggest you find one.

Now...

return me to Voyager.

I've learned
your weapons are damaged,

your ship's teleporter
is half-shot,

but I didn't get
all the personnel files.

I have to know my enemy.

Give me Captain Janeway's
psychological profile.

I'm a doctor, not a data base.

I'd say you're
a little bit of both.

Start talking.

Or suffer the consequences?

Hardly.

I'm a hologram.

I experience neither pain...

nor fear of death.

You have no means
of coercing me.

Pain.

It's an interesting sensation,
isn't it?

I never realized...

How unpleasant it could be?

This is what burning feels like.

For a human

to experience what you're
going through right now,

he'd have to be on fire.

How?

By reconfiguring
your tactile response sensors.

Easy as proverbial pie.

Feeling more cooperative?

I'm in a meeting, Dave.

Put her through.

Mr. Starling.

Oh, my God, I'm so scared.

They're going to find me.

I don't know what to do.

Take it easy, Rain.

Everything's okay.

Everything's not okay.

People are shooting at me.

They're going to find me.

I don't know what to do.

Yes, you do.

You're going to jump in a cab
and come to my office.

You'll be safe here.

No, they'll find me.

Where are you?

Metro Plaza... by the fountain.

Please come get me.
Please.

I'll send somebody.

No!

You.

I'm really scared.

I'll be right there.

He bought it... sort of.

What do you mean?

I don't know.

His voice sounded
a little suspicious.

Pack a lunch, Doc.

We're going for a walk.

In case you have forgotten,

I can only appear
in a room equipped

with a holographic
projection system.

In short, I'm going nowhere.

Interferometric dispersion
is on line.

That should take care
of any radar detection.

And I've configured the shields
to disguise our visual profile.

Unless somebody gets
right on top of us,

we should look like
a small 20th-century aircraft.

Transporters are on line.

We should be within range
in about ten minutes.

You can see
the entire Baja Peninsula.

I'd forgotten how beautiful
the view is from this altitude.

I never thought
I'd see it again.

You trained as a pilot
in North America, didn't you?

That's right.
My first year at the Academy.

Then I went to Venus
for a couple of months

to learn how to handle
atmospheric storms,

and then I dodged asteroids
for a semester in the belt.

It sounds like you had
a lot more fun

at the Academy than I did.

I remember dodging
a few punches in the lab.

Only you, B'Elanna, could start
a brawl in Astro-theory 101.

I guess I was just
a little more...

enthusiastic in those days.

I guess so.

Chakotay...

what if we're stuck here?

What if we can't

find a way back?

There are still
a few isolated places

left in this century.

We'd have to keep low profiles.

We'd have to get jobs.

I've thought about pursuing
archaeology full-time.

Maybe I could teach
at a university,

or work on one of the important
digs in Central America.

There were still a lot
of important discoveries

to be made in this century.

I could win a Nobel prize.

So much for a low profile.

What about you?

"Highly qualified Klingon
seeks position as engineer."

I'd hire you in a second.

Let's start our descent.

Approach course laid in.

Full power to thrusters.

Watch out for birds.

Paris to Chakotay.

Go ahead.

Starling's arrived,
with the Doctor.

What?
How is that possible?

I don't know.

Are you within range?

Almost.

Another two minutes.

I don't know, Doc...

you were awfully quiet
on the ride over here.

I'm not programmed
to make small talk.

Maybe just a little bit anxious

about being out
in the real world.

It's just another environment
to me.

Mind your manners, Doc.

If your shipmates
start any trouble,

you'll be holo-dust.

I've triangulated the position
of the van, Chakotay.

Stand by for tricorder uplink.

You'll be able to lock on
the moment Starling is inside.

Mr. Starling,
I'm so glad you're here.

Tell your new friends
to come out

or their colleague
here is going to die.

What are you talking about?

Let's go.

Oh, my van is this way.

We're taking my car.

Well... I left my stuff
in the van.

I'll send somebody back for it.

Is there a problem?

Nope.

He's heading
in the wrong direction.

They're not going to the van.

Mr. Chakotay,
there is a problem.

That... that's the guy
that tried to kill me.

No, he was trying to rescue you.

Where are we going?

To my office.
You'll be safe there.

Office, right.

We're recalibrating
Starling's position.

You're going to have to take him
out of his own car.

There may not be enough time.

I've determined the coordinates.

Now, Chakotay!

We've got a lock
on Starling's position.

Energizing.

Dunbar, take
the surface streets.

The 101's a nightmare
this time of...

Oh, my God!

Run!

Pattern buffer's overloading.

He's activated
some kind of device.

It's interfering
with the transport.

Hmm!

Are you all right?

I guess so.

Doctor...?

I've been equipped
with an autonomous,

self-sustaining,
mobile holo-emitter.

In short, I am footloose
and fancy-free.

Captain, we've got Starling
in our transporter buffers,

but we can't rematerialize him.

The interference is disrupting
computer pathways.

Aft thrusters are down.

Captain, we're close enough
to the shuttle

to use the short-range
transporter.

Janeway
to Transporter Room 1.

Lock directly on
to the shuttle's pattern buffers

and energize.

Acknowledged.

Chakotay, we're taking over
from here.

Mr. Kim, let's go.

The buffers are purged.

They've taken Starling
off our hands.

We're losing altitude.

He's got what looks like
a tricorder.

It's putting out some kind
of interference signal.

I'm isolating it
and suppressing the amplitude.

Got him.

Damn it.

Janeway to Sick Bay.

Medical emergency
in Transporter Room 1.

Acknowledged, Captain.

Propulsion is off-line.

Voyager, we're going down.

Where are we?

This one looks like an Indian.

And that one...

I don't know what her story is.

What's that thing on her head?

Careful, Butch.

She looks like a fighter.

Who are you?

You first.

Are you spying on us... Chief?

No.

Just passing by.

In your new stealth plane?

Who sent you?

Nobody sent us.

We had engine trouble.

I don't believe her.

They're wearing
military uniforms,

flying a secret plane.

They're coming for us.

"USS" equals federal government.

The federal government
is the beast.

We are not from the beast.

Just take us to our plane.

Shut up!

That'll be all!

Call for reinforcements.

It's going to be a long day.

I've gone out with guys

who've disappeared
into thin air

on the first date.

I assume she is speaking
figuratively.

But I have never
actually seen it happen,

and you, Mr. Leisure Suit...

There's a name
I hadn't considered.

That guy punched you
a bunch of times.

You should have a black eye
or a swollen lip, a broken nose.

Try to relax.

You appear to be...
hallucinating.

Oh, is that what I am?

I'm hallucinating.

Rain, I'm sorry you got
dragged into all this.

Tuvok here.

Tuvok, we've got Starling,

but we've lost contact
with Chakotay and Torres.

Their shuttle went down
over Arizona.

Mr. Kim is transmitting
the coordinates

to your tricorder.

I want you to find them.

Aye, Captain.
Tuvok out.

Mr. Starling is under control.

I suggest you return
to Chronowerx

and continue the business there.

The Doctor and I must
make our way to Arizona.

He suffered
minor synaptic stress

during the extended transport,
enough to cause unconsciousness,

but not any permanent damage.

Can you bring him out of it?

Yes, Captain.

Welcome to the 24th century.

I took the precaution
of removing your tricorder.

That's what it's called,
by the way.

It didn't work.

It should have blocked
your ship's teleporter.

It works perfectly.

You just don't know
how to use it.

Give me some credit, Captain.

1 did pretty well
for a primitive.

Well, that's all over now.

I've won,

so disable the force field
around Chronowerx.

I want that timeship.

You're in no position to be
making any demands, Captain.

On the contrary.

What are you going to do--
shoot me?

The thought has crossed my mind.

Well, it wouldn't
get you anything.

I've rigged the timeship.

If you try to teleport it again,
if you even go near it,

Los Angeles will look like
the face of the moon.

You'd destroy an entire city?

You don't care about the future.

You don't care
about the present.

Does anything
matter to you, Mr. Starling?

The betterment of mankind.

It doesn't look like that.

Why do you think I want
to go to the future?

A vacation?

To get more technology.

That's why you're launching
the timeship.

I've cannibalized the ship
itself as much as I can.

There's nothing left to base
a commercial product on.

And the future is just waiting
to be exploited.

You just don't get it, do you?

I created the microcomputer
revolution.

Using technology
you never should have had.

Irrelevant-- my products
benefit the entire world.

Without me, there would be

no laptops, no Internet,
no bar code readers.

What's good for Chronowerx

is good for everybody.

I can't stop now.

One trip to the 29th century,

and I can bring back
enough technology

to start the next ten
computer revolutions.

If you even attempt
to travel to the future,

you'll risk creating
a temporal explosion

that could cost
billions of lives,

including your own.

I'm willing to take that risk.

In my time...

Mr. Starling,

no human being would dream
of endangering the future

to gain advantage
in the present.

Captain, the future
you're talking about--

that's 900 years from now.

I can't be concerned
about that right now.

I have a company to run

and a whole world full of people
waiting for me

to make their lives
a little bit better.

Computer,
reactivate force field.

Chronowerx stock
is about to crash.

There are two forces
at work in the world--

the drive toward collectivity

and the drive
toward individuality.

You are the former
and I am the latter.

We told you,

we are not from the
United States government

and we are not...

The beast has many heads
and I'm looking at two of them.

Listen, I used to think

violence could be
the solution to a problem,

but it's not true.

You are no patriot.

I was a freedom fighter...
so I thought.

That gun will get you nowhere.

Porter!

They're coming-- the Feds.

How many?

Three cars and a chopper.

Two miles up Edgemont Road.

This is it, men.

Get into position
behind the house.

Butchie and me'll
take these two.

Another clip?

Yeah.

There.

Looks like
your friends out there

still believe in violence.

Too bad for you.

Let's recap.

UFO in orbit, laser pistols,
people... vanishing.

I've seen every episode
of Mission: Impossible.

You're not secret agents.

I told you,
I can't talk about it.

Well, you can't keep a girl
from hypothesizing.

I'm a scientist.

I'm thinking...

I'm thinking
alternate dimension.

I'm thinking...

close encounter.

Whatever.

Talk about a motley crew.

We have the Doctor--

a guy with the worst,
worst taste in clothing

I've ever seen.

Tuvok-- what a freakasaurus.

Has the guy ever
cracked a smile?

Not that I can recall.

And you-- Tom Paris.

Hmm, sexy...

in a Howdy Doody sort of way.

Pretty goofy,

although sometimes
I think you're.....

the smartest man I've ever met.

All this running around you do--
your mission--

you're so dedicated, you know?

Like you care about something
more than just your own...

little life.

Is that so unusual?

Yeah.

Whoa. I missed the turn.

SATCOM 47 activating.

Engage Starling location sweep.

Sweep underway.

We're in Arizona.

Chakotay and Torres are 30
kilometers northeast of Phoenix.

Good. Get to them
as soon as you can.

Captain.

There's a transport in progress.

What?

Starling's gone.

He's beamed to the surface.

He's got some kind
of satellite in orbit.

It sent a transporter signal

through our shields
like they weren't there.

Where's Starling now?

Tracking the signal.

He's back
at the Chronowerx building.

Mr. Dunbar, good work.

I think it's time
to get out of here.

I guess this is good-bye.

I guess it is.

Listen... are you
busy tomorrow night?

‘Cause, um...

you know,
we should hang together.

I can't.

Oh. Well,
what about this weekend?

um...

You're married.

Absolutely not.

Just...

very busy.

Oh... yeah, you got
to get back to Mars, right?

Hmm... Saturn.

That's perfect.

I told you
I always loved Saturn.

So, give me your phone number.

Rain...

Tachyon emissions.

They're moving the timeship.

Timeship?
What are you talking about?

You wouldn't mind hanging
with me for a while longer, huh?

We want the aircraft

and the occupants
from the aircraft.

Get off my land!

What are they going
to do when they find

a half-Klingon in here?

Who the hell are you two?!

Please stand aside, Officer.

I'm warning both of you...

They've got lasers.

A black man and some bald guy.

God in heaven help us.

Divine intervention is...
unlikely.

Tuvok's at the shuttle.

He's starting repairs.

Doctor, how...?

It's a long story, Commander.

Suffice it to say,
I'm making a house call.

It's Paris again, Captain.

On audio.

Status report, Tom.

We just turned off
the main highway

onto a desert road.

Hi. This is Rain Robinson.

You don't know me,
but the point is,

there is zero traffic
on this road.

They're going to know
we're following them.

Thank you, Miss Robinson.

I'll keep that in mind.

Tom, we've scanned the area.

There appears to be
a small landing field

about ten kilometers
ahead of you.

It could be his launch site.

Stay on him.

Our weapons are still off-line

and Torres hasn't finished
repairing the shuttle.

It might all be up to you.

I'll do my best.
Paris out.

Look out!

Get in behind him.

What?

Right off his bumper.

A little closer.

Forget it.

One more meter!

Just shoot!

It's flooded.
Give it a second.

Well, do you think we got him?

I think so.

Come on!

Jump!

Chakotay to Paris.

What's your status?

We're fine.

Good shooting.

Wasn't there supposed to be
a timeship in that truck?

I'm scanning the debris.

It was a temporal transponder

set to give off
tachyon signals.

Chakotay to Voyager.

The timeship's not here,
Captain.

It was a ruse.

Starling's going to launch
from a different site.

Activate hyper-impulse.

Hyper-impulse drive engaged.

Let's do it.

Command confirmed.

The timeship is entering
the upper ionosphere.

Track his course.

Janeway to Shuttlecraft.
Return to Voyager immediately.

Acknowledged, Captain.

Phasers are still off-line.

I've armed the photon torpedoes,
but we still can't fire them.

The launch activation sequencers
aren't responding.

I think I can reroute fire
command through the helm.

There's no time.

Take the Bridge, Mr. Kim.

Should be second nature

- to you by now.
- Captain...

Open the access portal
to Torpedo Bay 1.

I'm going in there to
reconfigure for manual launch.

Captain, with the activation
sequencers down,

you'd have to launch
from inside the tube.

It's too dangerous.

The plasma exhaust...

You have your orders.

I've got the transporters
back on line.

Mr. Paris, stand by.

We're bringing you aboard.

Acknowledged.

Your spaceship's waiting.

I've never met anyone
quite like you...

and I don't think I ever will.

Same here.

Say hi to Saturn for me.

I will.

Initiate temporal inversion.

Initiating.

Bridge to Janeway.

The shuttle's back on board.

Good. I'm nearly there.

Captain, the timeship
has jumped to warp 1.

Go to warp.
We can't lose him now.

Welcome to the Bridge, Doctor.

Thank you.
It's a pleasure to be here.

Status?

The Captain's in Torpedo Tube 1.

She's preparing
for a manual launch.

Doctor, get down there.

How exactly do I get
to Torpedo Tube 1?

Ensign Kaplan, go with him.

Aye, sir.

The timeship is powering
its temporal field generator.

Starling will be able to open
a rift within seconds.

Commander, the field he's
creating-- it's unstable.

If he enters
the rift like this,

that timeship will create
a temporal explosion.

Events are occurring just
as Captain Braxton predicted.

The disaster may well
be inevitable.

Fate, Tuvok?

I won't accept that.

Close to within ten kilometers.

We'll ram him if we have to.

Aye, sir.

Temporal core has reached
cascade potential.

Penetration point
at 96 mark 047.

Janeway to Bridge.

I've reconfigured
for manual launch.

Arm the torpedo.

Torpedo armed.

Lock on target.

Locked on.

Hail Starling.

On screen.

This is Voyager.

Pull away from the rift.

Or what?

Your weapons are down, friend.

See you... sometime.

Chakotay to Janeway.

Captain,
we have no other choice.

He's entering the rift.

Fire!

Uh-oh.

Captain, I insist
you come to Sick Bay.

There'll be plenty
of time for that, Doctor.

The Bridge is yours, Captain.

Is there a chance in hell
we can reopen that rift?

Captain...

the rift is opening.

There's something coming out.

It's the timeship.

Let's see it.

We are being hailed.

On screen.

Captain Braxton?

Do you know me?

Yes, unfortunately.

You tried to destroy our ship
in the 24th century,

and the next time we saw you,

you were an old man,
homeless in 1996.

I never experienced
that time-line.

Then what are you doing here?

In my century,
we can scan time--

much as you use sensors
to scan space.

The Temporal Integrity
Commission detected your vessel

over 20th century Earth.

I was sent
to correct that anomaly.

Prepare to follow me back
into the rift.

I'm returning you
to your own time

to your previous coordinates
in the Delta Quadrant.

Captain...

we've been trying
to get home to Earth

for the last two years.

Can you return us
to our century,

but keep us here
in the Alpha Quadrant?

I'm sorry.

Temporal Prime Directive.

I'm afraid you're on your own.
Braxton out.

The timeship
is reentering the rift.

Mr. Paris...

follow him in.

Aye, Captain.

Captain's Log, Stardate 50312.5.

We are again
in the Delta Quadrant

at the exact time and place

we first encountered
the timeship.

I've resumed a course for Earth

and I've ordered the crew
to the Mess Hall for a toast.

Cheers.

New beginnings.

Here, here.

To the future.

Here, here.

How long will you be
out and about, Doctor?

If you're referring
to my newfound mobility,

that is entirely up to me.

I'm still trying to figure out

exactly how the Doctor's
autonomous emitter works,

but it looks like
downloading him back

into the ship's computer

isn't going to be
much of a problem.

Apparently,
the reverse is also true.

1 will be able to make use
of the emitter as casually

as you might slip
on a pair of shoes.

It's a little more
involved than that.

You know, Kes,
now that I'll be to-and-fro,

your responsibilities
in Sick Bay will increase.

I'm up to the challenge,
Doctor, but what about you?

There's going to be more to
your life now than Sick Bay.

Nothing I can't handle.

You know, Captain, I've always
wanted a little more privacy.

Perhaps under the circumstances,
my own quarters.

One step at a time, Doctor.

You should have seen it

when the parking
enforcement officer

came over to the van.

Tuvok tried to use
pure Vulcan logic

to talk her out of
giving us a citation.

Did it work?

Of course not.

Given Mr. Paris'
alleged familiarity

with 20th century America,

it is a wonder we survived
the experience at all.

Tuvok...

has anyone ever told you,

you're a real freakasaurus?