All language subtitles for Star Trek - Voyager

There was another
antiwar demonstration

at the UC-Santa Cruz campus
last night.

Tear gas was used

to disperse the crowd
of 3,000 angry students.

The temperature right now
in downtown Barstow

is 75 degrees.

Whoa, whoa.

Far out.

Come in.

Sorry, Tuvok.

I was just practicing
my serve.

Your "serve?"

Tennis.

After 19 years, I've decided
to take it up again.

I'm a little rusty.

I played in a novice tournament
on the holodeck.

I lost my first match
in straight sets.

Perhaps if you maintained
eye contact with the ball

at the apex of its trajectory,

your serve would be
more effective.

You play tennis?

Simple physics, Captain.

Not as simple as when I played
on the high school tennis team.

What can I do for you, Tuvok?

I've completed my monthly
security evaluation.

All systems and crew are...

Red Alert.

Captain Janeway to the Bridge.

Report.

Some sort of spatial rift.

It opened right in front of us.

Analysis.

It's a distortion
in the space-time continuum,

but it's got
a graviton matrix.

It's being artificially
generated.

By whom?

Sensors can't get inside.

The distortion
field's fluctuating.

Something's coming out.

It appears to be a small ship--

approximately six meters
in length.

Magnify.

Sensors are reading
one occupant-- human.

He is holding position
at the perimeter of the rift.

There's a subspace signature
emanating from the ship.

Captain...

it's Federation.

Hail them.

No response.

They appear
to be charging weapons.

Shields up.

Hail them again.

Shields are down.

Get us out of here.

Helm control is off-line.

He's firing some kind
of subatomic disruptor.

Return fire.

Full phasers.

No effect.

Voyager's molecular structure

is coming apart!

Tuvok, divert
all available power

to the deflector.

Send out a high-energy
polaron pulse.

It might help
to disrupt his weapon.

Emitting deflector pulse...
now.

It's working.

We are being hailed.

On screen.

Starship Voyager,
I'm Captain Braxton

of the Federation Timeship Aeon.

I've come from 29th century
Earth, 500 years

into your future.

Please disengage
your deflector pulse.

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.

You must not resist.

I'm going to need
some more information

before I allow you...

Debris
from your secondary hull

was found in the explosion.

Captain, I simply...

No time!

He's remodulating
the subatomic disruptor.

Our deflector is losing power.

It won't hold much longer.

Captain, if he's
telling the truth...

I won't sacrifice
this ship and crew

based on a ten second
conversation.

I need proof.

It doesn't look like
we're going to get it.

Adjust our deflector to match
the frequency of his weapon.

Try to overload his emitter.

It seems to be working.

His weapon is off-line
and his ship has been damaged.

The rift is destabilizing

and he's being pulled
back inside.

Reestablish helm control.

I'm trying, Captain,

but we seem to be caught in some
kind of graviton distortion.

We're being pulled in, too.

Status.

Primary systems
are coming back on line.

The weapons grid and power array
took heavy damage.

The temporal rift is closed.

Where are we?

Home.

We just cut across
half the galaxy.

The rift must have
originated here.

Hail Starfleet Command.

No response
on standard frequencies.

Curious.

I am picking up a multitude
of narrow-band EM signals.

Let's hear.

Hello, Mom...

There's no commercial
interruptions...

If you leave
a message at the beep,

I'll get right back to you.

Robertson takes a hard left...

The question isn't where we are.

It's when we are.

Mr. Kim?

According to astrometric
readings...

the year is 1996.

The late 20th century.

Captain.

They had surveillance
satellites during this time.

Maintain a high orbit.

And modulate the shields
to scatter their radar.

We don't want
to alarm the natives.

What about the timeship?

Is it here, too?

There's no sign
of the vessel in orbit.

Scanning the planet's surface.

I am picking up low-frequency
subspace readings

emanating
from the northern hemisphere.

Subspace technology
shouldn't exist

for another 100 years or so.

Could be our friend
from the 29th century.

Localize it.

North American continent.

Pacific coast.

The city of... Los Angeles.

We've got to go down there.

If it is Captain Braxton,
he's the key to all this.

And at the moment, his ship
is the only way we have

of getting back
to our own century.

Chakotay, Tuvok, Paris,
you're with me.

Mr. Kim, you have the Bridge.

Yes, ma'am.

As I recall, Tom,
you're something

of an aficionado
on 20th century America.

That's right.

What will we need to pass
as locals in this era?

Simple. Nice clothes,
fast car and lots of money.

Hey, buddy, look what you did.

Sorry, man.

We could have worn
our Starfleet uniforms.

I doubt if anyone
would have noticed.

The subspace readings
are coming from

within a hundred-meter
radius of our position,

but I can't pinpoint the source.

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

could've landed on this beach
without being noticed.

We have no idea
what kind of technology

they might have in the future.

Maybe it's cloaked.

Let's spread out.

Tuvok, Paris,
go check the shoreline.

Chakotay and I
will search the boardwalk.

Aye, Captain.

Well, Kathryn, you got us home.

Right place... wrong time.

But it is good to be back,
nevertheless.

Maybe I should look up
a few ancestors.

As I recall, one of them
was a schoolteacher in Arizona.

I don't know what
my relatives were doing

this far back in history...

Coming through.
Sorry.

For all I know, she could be
my great, great, great...

great grandmother.

She does have your legs.

Have you ever been

to Southern California,
Chakotay?

No.

After the Hermosa Quake in 2047,

this entire region sank
under 200 meters of water.

It became one of the world's
largest coral reefs,

home to thousands
of different marine species.

Some... interesting species
in this century.

Subspace readings
are weaker here.

Let's head up to the boardwalk.

Ah... the sun feels great.

Thermal and ultraviolet
radiation

are at hazardous levels.

Oh, lighten up, Tuvok.

This was a great time and place

and you're getting
to see it firsthand.

Come on, take off your shirt.

And risk dermal dysplasia?
No, thank you.

Vulcans-- deep down

you're all a bunch
of hypochondriacs.

The readings are coming
from over there.

Ten meters...

There.

So much for the timeship.

There's no doubt about it.

The subspace readings
are coming from him.

No way.

Way.

It's crap.

The component density
is too low,

the voltage variance
is out of spec

and I don't even like the color.

But, Mr. Starling...

We've got less than six months

before we introduce
the HyperPro PC.

And with a chip like
this driving it,

we'll have to change
the name to "Edsel."

I gave your company
this contract

because you're the best
in the business.

Next to us, of course.

Go home, Jim.

Lose some sleep over this.

I want a full report
middle of next week.

What am I doing, Dave?

You're in a meeting, sir.

And?

And I know
I'm not supposed to interrupt,

but there's a woman
calling on line three

from Griffith Observatory--
a Rain Robinson.

She says it's urgent.

Put her through.

Henry Starling.

Hi.

I don't know if you remember me.

I'm one of the astronomers
at the SETI lab you're funding.

We met at the Griffith
restoration party.

Yes, yes. What is it?

Okay. Well, it was
my understanding

you wanted to be notified
immediately

if I ever picked up
a gamma emission

that matched the frequency
profile you gave me.

Well... I did.

So... lam.

Are you certain?

Positive.
I tracked the emission,

and guess what?

The source is in orbit.

It is right above us.

When did it show up?

Uh... according to the raw data,

about 90 minutes ago.

I'm not picking up anything

from the standard
search parameters.

Wow. That means
no one else knows

there's something up there.

We have got to tell somebody
about this.

We've got to call NASA!

Rain, that's a little premature,
don't you think?

This could be a close encounter,

but then again,
could be a flock of geese.

Mm... geese
don't park themselves

20,000 kilometers
above North America.

Let's send a message up there,
see if there's a response.

No, no. We don't know
what we've found,

and until we do, I'm not going
to risk embarrassing myself

or your observatory.

Track the emission,
collect more data

and keep me informed.

In the meantime,

I'm going to put
a bottle of champagne on ice.

Do you think E.T.
likes Chateau Coeur?

Well, if he doesn't, I've got
a six-pack in the fridge.

Good work, Rain.

Stay in touch.

Oh, what the hell.

Anyone up there?

That trip through the rift

is still affecting
our primary systems.

Weapons are off-line,
we blew three EPS conduits

and our main transporter
buffer just crashed.

We've got an away team
down there.

I know. We've still got
emergency transporters,

but they're short-range.

How close to the surface
would we have to get

to beam them up?

Pretty close. I'd say
less than ten kilometers.

If we do that, somebody's
going to see us.

Sir, I'm picking up an EM signal
from the planet's surface.

It's directed
at our coordinates.

On screen.

Greetings from the people
of Earth.

Shall I respond, sir?

Absolutely not.

He appears to live
on the street.

That pushcart seems to
contain all his belongings.

From what we can tell,
he spends most of his time

putting up literature
about the end of the world.

Hello? Hello?

Janeway here.

Captain, we've got a problem.

We received a signal
from the surface.

It looks like
a standard greeting

designed for extraterrestrials.

We've been detected.

It looks that way.

We tracked the signal
to an observatory

about 20 kilometers
from your location.

Transport Paris and Tuvok
to those coordinates.

I can't do that right now,

not without going
into a lower orbit.

The main pattern buffer
is off-line.

B'Elanna says it could take
a couple of days to repair.

In that case,

transmit those coordinates
to Mr. Tuvok's tricorder.

He and Tom will have
to get there using more...

conventional means.

Aye, Captain. Kim out.

Nobody walks in Los Angeles,

and they don't have much of a
public transportation system.

We're going to need some wheels.

Do what you have to do.

Find out who sent that message
and get more information.

Have we been detected?
How many people know about us?

We cannot risk
contaminating the timeline.

Aye, Captain.

See you later.

Who the hell are you?!

This is my stuff!

It's all right.
We don't want your stuff.

We just want to ask you
a few questions.

No!

No, no, no!
No more questions!

No. No more surveys!

Damn social workers
coming around all the time!

No, I don't need your advice!

I don't need your...

Voyager...

I knew you'd show up.

Oh, this is all your fault.

This is all your doing!

Captain Braxton?

I told you to turn off
your deflector pulse,

but you wouldn't listen to me!

Voyager! Fools!

Captain, what's happened to you?

The last time we saw you...

I was a younger man,
confident in my mission!

But you wouldn't listen to me.

No, you were too concerned
with yourselves.

You were trying to destroy us.

I was trying to save
billions of lives--

to stop a chain of reaction
that started with Voyager.

But it's too late now.

All things are set in motion.

The temporal explosion
will occur.

The end is coming!
The future's end!

Captain, how long
have you been here--

in the 20th century?

Oh, too long.

30 years too long.

And yet we just arrived. Why?

Pure chance.

When you knocked my navigation
system off course,

there's no telling
where we would have ended up.

Who's been here?

Who took my pencils?

Oh...! Always something missing.

People always wanting
to steal things.

Greedy people!

Postindustrial barbarians!

Captain, we want to help you,

but you've got to give us
more information.

You said that Voyager
causes the explosion.

Yes.

No...

and yes.

That's a paradox, my dear.

"A" leads to "B"
leads to "C" leads to "A."

Juvenile minds.

Oh, how can I
make you understand, huh?

A) There's an explosion
in the 29th century.

Debris from Voyager's hull
is found in evidence.

1 go back in time
to destroy you.

B) You try to stop me,
disabling my weapon,

which causes me to crash-land
back here in the 20th century.

C) Someone in this century

steals my timeship
and launches it.

They go into the future,
and once there,

they make one critical mistake,

which causes
a temporal explosion

that takes us
all the way back to "A."

There's an explosion
in the 29th century.

The cycle of causality
is complete.

How do you know all this?

What evidence do you have
that it will be your timeship

that causes the disaster?

I've spent 30 years answering
that very question.

Oh, yes. When the explosion
first happened,

my sensors recorded a whole
variety of chronometric data.

The pulses were highly chaotic.

At first, I thought
it was a warp core implosion,

but then I found
debris from Voyager

and my theory
seemed to be confirmed.

It was you.

But then, someone here
stole my timeship.

Then it started to dawn on me.

If someone were to fly
my timeship into the future

without recalibrating
the temporal matrix,

then that could cause
the kind of explosion

that I witnessed
in the 29th century.

So it really wasn't Voyager
after all.

No. No, no, I reconstructed

all the chronometric data
as best I could remember it

and it proved that I was right.

My ship causes the catastrophe.

Which raises the question:
Who has your timeship?

Starling.

Henry Starling, CEO,

Chronowerx Industries.

Philanthropist, entrepreneur,
outstanding citizen. Ha!

Before I crashed
in the year 1967,

I made an emergency beam-out,
but he

found my ship before I did
in some remote mountain range.

I've been following this corrupt
little man ever since,

tracking his movements,
but he's become too powerful.

I can't get close to him.

Of course,
you can't accomplish anything

in this wretched century.

Nobody here listens.

Do you know that once, they
put me in a mental institution

and filled me
with primitive pharmaceuticals?!

Maybe we can help you
find Starling and your ship

and get us back
to where we belong.

No, I wouldn't do that
if I were you.

Why not?

Haven't you been listening?

"A" leads to "B"...

Leads to "C", yes, we heard you.

Why shouldn't we try
to stop Starling?

Because somehow you're involved
in the disaster.

That's why I found debris
from Voyager's hull

at the explosion.

You will be destroyed as well.

Now that we know
what's going to happen,

maybe we can figure out...

Hey, Captain.

How you doing?

lI understand you been putting

these signs up
around the city again.

No. No, no, no.

Not me. I...
I would never do that.

Why don't you walk over here
and we can talk about it?

You stay right where you are!

You quasi-Cardassian
totalitarian!

Hey, look, no need
to get upset about this.

We just want to talk to you
about the signs.

Now, there've been
a few people complaining.

Captain, tell them
I'm not crazy.

Tell them I'm from the future.

They came from the future, too,
you know.

Okay.

Yeah, they came in
on a starship.

All right.

Traitors!

Okay, yeah.
Oh, stand by.

This is 247-Baker,
in foot pursuit

of a 51-50 suspect.

We'll have to worry
about him later.

Right now,
we've got to find Starling.

We're not quite at
the little green men stage yet,

but believe me,
you'll be the first to know.

What I think we have here

is an overenthusiastic
young lady.

I'm afraid she's exaggerating.

We don't have anything.
Not yet.

Thank you, Professor.

You know what
that little brat did?

She E-mailed a friend of hers
at JPL.

Who called his professor
at Cal Tech.

She's a security risk.

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

Yes, sir.

Dunbar.

If it's true-- if they're here--

it's only a matter of time
before they find me.

There's no telling
what capabilities they'll have.

You may have to use the weapon.

I understand.

Perhaps we should find
a more secluded parking place.

This is, after all,
a stolen vehicle.

Nobody's around, Tuvok.

We're fine.

A taxicab

would have been less worrisome
and more ethical.

We haven't stolen anything.

We borrowed a car

and we'll return it
to the dealership

as soon as we're done.

I was referring to the ethics
of time travel.

Somehow, I doubt
that taking a test drive

is going to alter
the course of the universe.

Over here.

These are radio wave readouts.

It looks like radio
telescope transmissions.

Pretty basic.

Lieutenant,
you are being careless.

- Tuvok...
- I will not

lighten up on this matter.

Thus far, I have tolerated
your impulsive methods.

At times, they do
work to our advantage,

but discretion is also a virtue.

We must leave things
exactly as they were.

They've found us, all right.

The orbital schematic
matches Voyager's position.

According to this data,
they are tracking

the warp emissions
from our engines.

Nobody in this century even
knows what warp emissions are.

Nevertheless, it appears

they've configured their
telescope to scan for them.

Excuse me.

"Do not enter",
"Employees only"--

the sign on the door?

Uh, I'm sorry.

I think we're a little lost.

We were on the museum tour,
and we took a wrong turn

at the Saturn exhibit.

Perhaps you could tell us
how to get back to the lobby.

Go back down the hall,
take a left at Mars,

right at Halley's comet

and then just keep going
straight ahead

past the soda machine, okay?

This lab is, uh...

pretty groovy.

Groovy...

What do you do here?

We watch the skies.

For what?

Signs of extraterrestrial life.

Nice meeting you.

My name is Tom Paris,
by the way.

Rain Robinson.

Your curves don't look so great.

Excuse me?

This is a Fourier
spectral analysis?

That's exactly what it is.

You know, you might
get better resolution

if you adjust
your amplitude parameters.

You're probably right.

Or you might try using
a theta band filter.

You know a lot for someone

who can't find his way
past Saturn.

I majored in astrophysics.

Where?

Starfleet Academy.

Never heard of it.

Uh, East Coast school.

Orgy of the Walking Dead?!

That's a classic!

Did you see the sequel, uh...
Bride of the Corpse?

Let me guess.

You minored in "B" movies.

Something like that.

Pardon me, Tom.

We should be going.

Our friends are waiting for us.

Yeah, right.

Got to go.

Hey.

Uh...

I do the planetarium show
Tuesday nights,

so, uh...
you guys should

come by, check it out,

bring your friends...

"The best stars in Hollywood
are right above us."

Yeah, great...

but I think
we're busy on Tuesday.

Thanks anyway.

No problem.

Whoa.

I downloaded all of her data
into the tricorder

and disrupted
her data storage device.

Good. I hope she doesn't
get in any trouble.

It will simply look like
a computer malfunction.

It's a shame though.

She was about to make
the biggest discovery

in human history.

It could have changed
her career.

And ended ours.

I am curious, Lieutenant.

What does it mean-- "groovy"?

Hey! Hey, you guys!

Red Alert!

Hey! Hey!

Just wait a minute!

What the hell
did you do to my computer?

It is screwed up!

The hard drive is wiped.

Look, I don't have
time to explain.

Who are you people

and what is that thing
in your pants?

I beg your pardon?

That little gadget
you put in your pocket.

What is it, a demagnetizer?

Get down!

What the hell?!

Do you have a car?

Yeah, over there.

We will need to use it.

Here!

Operations Officer's Log,
supplemental.

We've been on full sensor alert
looking for signs

that anyone else
has detected Voyager.

As a precaution,
I've also asked Neelix and Kes

to monitor all media broadcasts.

We've set up
a computer algorithm

to search for key
words and phrases--

anything that might
indicate Voyager.

Anything so far?

Not yet.

Although we have come across

some very intriguing
televised broadcasts.

Take a look at this.

It's a form of entertainment
called a soap opera.

The exploration of human
relationships is fascinating.

Hmm. I can't imagine
just watching the story

and not being a part of it.

That's because you've been
spoiled by the holodeck.

There's something to be said

for noninteractive stories
like this--

being swept away
in the narrative.

Oh, I can't wait to see
if Blaine's twin brother

is the father of Jessica's baby.

Good work.

Keep me informed

and don't get too swept away.

Uh, aye, sir.

Nobody'll know the difference.

I'll know, Sharon.

He's my brother.

How can I face him knowing
that our son is his son?

All you need to know, Jack,

is that I love you.

So far, so good.

We haven't set off any alarms.

Our Mr. Starling
has built himself

quite a corporate empire.

Looks like he's got
wealth, celebrity...

and an ego to match.

I see you never learned to type.

Turn-of-the-millennium
technology wasn't

a required course
at the Academy.

This is like stone knives
and bearskins.

Well, this isn't.

I'm detecting a force field.

I can't scan beyond this wall.

I don't see an access port
or a control panel.

Maybe we can find something
in his computer.

He's got a massive
database here,

but it's protected
by an encryption sequence.

I'm going to try
interfacing my tricorder.

Looks like a series
of pictographs.

They must have used
symbols to represent

the different functions
of the computer.

Let's see what Henry's been
up to all these years.

The transtators were disrupted
by that energy weapon.

Our communicators are useless.

That means we can't call the...

our friends.

What do we do now?

You're going to take
a right at the next light

and a left at the taco stand,

‘cause you're taking me home.

And you're not keeping the van.

I am afraid

that is not possible,
Miss Robinson.

Your life may be in danger.

I'm going to pop this hatch
and I'm going to start screaming

until you tell me
what's going on.

Who are you?

What is that thing in orbit?

Why did that guy try to kill us?

I told you we're secret agents.

I'm opening the hatch.

Look, we saved your life.

Isn't it obvious
we're on your side?

I'm standing up.

I'm taking a deep breath!

Rain, you're not
going to scream!

Now, I know you're frightened

and you've seen
some pretty strange things,

but you have to trust me.

We're not going to hurt you

and I will explain everything.

It's either that
or take your chances

with the guy
who tried to vaporize you!

The UFO-- what is it?

It's a Soviet spy satellite.

Part of a massive KGB operation.

We're trying to stop it.

Soviet?

The USSR broke up
five years ago.

The KGB doesn't
even exist anymore.

That's what they'd
like you to think.

Perhaps we've told her
enough for now.

What about you, Agent Tuvok?

What's up with those ears?

Thought I didn't notice?

1 did.

What about your weapons?

What are they-- lasers?

I'm sorry.

That information is classified,

and as for my ears,
they are a family trait.

He's very sensitive about them.

Oh, whatever.

We must find a way
to contact our... friends.

Incredible.

Starling's computer
designs were inspired

by technology from the timeship.

He introduced the very first
isograted circuit in 1969,

two years after Braxton's
ship crash-landed.

And every few years,
there's been

an equally revolutionary
advance in computers--

all from Chronowerx Industries,

all based on Starling's
crude understanding

of 29th-century technology.

Are you thinking what
I'm thinking, Chakotay?

I wish I weren't.

The computer age
of the late 20th century...

Shouldn't have happened.

But it did, and it's
part of our history,

all because of that timeship.

Look at this.

Gantry, power conduits,
telemetry consoles.

This looks like a design
for a launching bay.

Braxton was right.

The ship's going to be launched.

We've got to send
these schematics

to Voyager for analysis.

Janeway to Voyager.

Kim here, Captain.

We're in Starlings office.

I want you to establish
a com-link with my tricorder

and try to upload
his computer database.

Aye, Captain.
We'll need a few minutes

to reconfigure
to their binary system.

Acknowledged.

Let's see if we can find out

where the location
of that launch pad is.

You're really getting
the hang of this.

I'm a quick study.

You know, Captain, in a way,
Braxton was right.

If we hadn't fought him when
he tried to destroy Voyager,

he wouldn't have been
pulled back in time,

his ship wouldn't have
crash-landed on Earth

and none of this
would have happened.

Time travel.

Since my first day on the job
as a Starfleet Captain,

I swore I'd never let
myself get caught

in one of these
godforsaken paradoxes.

The future is the past,
the past is the future.

It all gives me a headache.

Hold on.

This looks promising.

Try "timeship security portal."

Maybe it's linked to some sort
of surveillance system.

An image of the launch bay
would give us a clue

to its location.

I see you've made yourself
at home.

Welcome to the 20th century.

I know who you are.

You're from the future.

I knew you'd come back one day.

I detected your vessel in orbit

and Mr. Dunbar, here,
had a run-in

with your friends.

You're here
to take the timeship.

Mr. Starling,

you're about to cause
a terrible disaster

that will affect
the 29th century,

an explosion that will cost
billions of lives.

We're here to stop you
from doing that.

What are you talking about?

If you launch that ship
and travel to the future,

it will destroy
Earth's solar system.

How do you know this?

Well, let's just say,

we talked to the ship's
previous owner.

He told us that
if its temporal matrix

isn't precisely calibrated,

you'll trigger
a temporal explosion.

That ship shouldn't be here.

It belongs to another century.

We have to take it back.

What's that?

It's a communication device.

Someone's trying to contact me.

Answer it.

Janeway here.

Captain, we've established
the com-link.

Ready to upload on your signal.

Do it.

My database.

Stop or I'll kill your Captain.

Who is this?

You've got five seconds.

Break the link.

Done.

What's our transporter status?

The main pattern buffers
are still off-line.

We can try an emergency
transport from a lower orbit.

That's exactly what the Captain
ordered us not to do.

We'd be risking detection.

Harry, we can't worry
about that now.

Their lives are in danger.

And if somebody sees a starship
flying through the clouds?

The Captain put you in charge.

It is your decision.

Helm, get a fix on Chakotay
and the Captain.

Aye, sir.

B'Elanna, stand by
emergency transporters.

Get ready to beam them
directly to the Bridge.

Take us down.

You've taken over 3,000
gigabytes of information

including my launch plan,

but that's not going
to be a problem, Captain.

I'll make a few changes
to my travel itinerary.

You're not going to stop me.

If you don't give us that ship,
we'll take it by force.

In case you haven't noticed,
I'm holding the gun.

Not for long.

I've got a starship in orbit

that could vaporize
this entire building

in the blink of an eye.

And you along with it.

If necessary.

Captain, you've got
some cojones.

Kill them!

Damn.

Helm, maintain present altitude.

Keep us
within transporter range.

Chakotay, see if you can disable

the force field
around that timeship.

B'Elanna, prepare to lock on
to the timeship

and beam it to Cargo Bay 2.

Ensign Kim, you have
an impeccable sense of timing.

Not bad for your first day
in the big chair.

The force field's down.

Sir! The timeship!

They're trying
to teleport the ship.

The matter stream
is remodulating.

He's disrupting transport.

Yes.

Captain, I don't understand how,

but he's using our transporter
beam as a downlink.

He's accessing
our main computer.

Every time I try
to disable his downlink,

he comes up
with a new command override.

Starling is using 29th-century
technology against us.

We may not be able
to keep up with him.

Inertial dampers are off-line.

He's gotten into
our propulsion systems.

Disengage transporters.

Destabilizing matter stream.

Transporters off-line.

We've terminated
the downlink, Captain,

but he got at least 20 percent
of our main computer data files.

Get us back into orbit
and I want a full damage...

Captain Janeway...
Henry Starling here.

This is Janeway.

USS Voyager--

Intrepid-class.

Much bigger than I expected...

and much less advanced.

Says here your ship was launched
in the year... 2371?

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.

Ooh, what's this?

Oh, now, this is intere...

Damage reports are coming in.

Some minor power fluctuations
in the impulse drive

and a few burned-out circuits
in the main computer core.

Nothing we can't handle.

Sick Bay to Bridge.

Captain,
I can't find the Doctor.

Is his program off-line?

No. His program is gone.

Where am I?

Who are you?

Welcome.

Captain, this is Neelix.

There's something
on the television

I think you should see.

It's a current events program.

I asked Neelix to monitor
Earth broadcasts.

I'm transferring it
to the main viewer.

Incredible footage was caught
just an hour ago

by a man using his camcorder

to tape a backyard barbecue.

The massive, unidentifiable
object does not appear

to be a meteorite, weather
balloon or satellite,

and one aviation expert
we've spoken to

has stated that it's definitely

not any kind of U.S. aircraft
currently in use.

We're awaiting investigation

by local authorities,
and we'll keep you updated

as news develops
on this incredible story...