All language subtitles for Star Trek - Voyager - S03E11 - The Q and the Grey.en

Incredible.

Absolutely thrilling.

All I can say is... wow!

What about you, Mr. Vulcan?

Isn't that just...?

Wow!

Your inarticulate
expression of awe

notwithstanding, Mr. Neelix,

it was a fascinating spectacle.

That's the edge
of the shock wave.

The pressure's
over 90 kilopascals--

30 percent more
than we predicted.

Tom, back us off
at full impulse.

I want to stay
ahead of the brunt of that wave.

Yes, ma'am.

Congratulations, everyone.

Only two other crews
in the history of Starfleet

have witnessed
a supernova explosion.

But neither one was this close--

less than ten billion
kilometers--

definitely a record.

Who brought the champagne?

Champagne?! Captain, if I
thought you wanted champagne...

Relax, Neelix.

It's a figure of speech.

Thanks for inviting us
to watch with you, Captain.

It's really gotten me interested

in learning more
about stellar phenomena.

Just remember, Kes, anyone
can stargaze on the Bridge--

even a hologram
with a mobile emitter--

but the real action will
always be in Sick Bay.

How'd those shield modifications
hold up, B'Elanna?

Less than
a seven percent power drain.

Good job.

Chakotay, what do you say
we get started

analyzing those carbon
conversion readings?

Captain, you've been
on the Bridge

for 14 straight hours.

Don't you think you
deserve a little rest?

Harry and I will get to work
on the astrometric analysis

and we'll give you a full
report in the morning.

You win.
I'll see you at 0700.

Janeway to Security.

Intruder alert.

There's no need to call
room service, Kathy.

I've already ordered.

Oh, Q.

You did say
you wanted champagne.

Janeway to Security.
Intruder alert.

Oh, it's no use.

I've taken the proverbial phone
off the hook.

After all, we don't want
any interruptions.

What are you doing here?

To us.

There is no us, Q.

The night is young,
and the sheets... are satin.

I want you out, but first,
get rid of this bed.

I have no intention
of getting between

those Starfleet-issue sheets.

They give me a terrible rash.

Since you won't
be getting in the bed,

I wouldn't worry about it.

Oh, Kathy...
don't be such a prude.

Admit it.

It has been a while.

And it's going to be
a while longer.

Now get out.

So tense.

Why don't you slip
into something more comfortable?

If you think this puerile
attempt at seduction

is going to work, you're

even more self-deluded
than I thought.

Oh, I see.

You think I'm interested
in some tawdry one-night stand.

That's because I haven't
told you why I'm here yet.

Out of all the females,
of all the species

in all the galaxies,
I have chosen you

to be the mother of my child.

I know that you're
probably asking yourself:

"Why would
a brilliant, handsome,

"dashingly omnipotent being
like Q want to mate

with a scrawny, little
bipedal specimen like me?"

Let me guess.

No one else in the universe
will have you.

Nonsense!

I could have chosen
a Klingon targ,

the Romulan empress,
a Cyrillian microbe.

Really? I beat out
a single-celled organism?

How flattering.

It's an overwhelming honor,
isn't it?

I can't get you out of my mind.

You're confident,
passionate, beautiful.

And totally uninterested.

Kathy, you can't leave.

My cosmic clock is ticking.

Besides, you have no idea
what you're missing.

Foreplay with a Q
can last for decades.

Sorry, but I'm busy
for the next 60 or 70 years.

Oh, I see. This is one
of those silly human rituals.

You're playing hard to get.

As far as you're concerned, Q,
I'm impossible to get.

Goody. A challenge.

This is going to be fun.

Janeway to Bridge.

Chakotay here, Captain.

I thought you were going
to get some sleep.

I've just had a visit from Q.

He's gone now, but I want
to be notified immediately

if he reappears
anywhere on the ship,

or if anything odd
starts to happen.

Acknowledged.

What did he want?

Let's just say he had
a personal request.

Captain?

I'm not sure
what he's really up to,

but I have a feeling
he'll be back.

Janeway out.

Come in.

I've got those carbon conversion
readings from the supernova.

Thank you.

Is there something else?

Have you heard
anything more from Q?

No.

I wish I could believe
he's gone for good.

I was wondering
just what you meant

when you said he made
a personal request.

He wants to mate with me.

I see.

Obviously, it's
out of the question--

and I suspect
it's a smoke screen, knowing Q.

He's probably got
some hidden agenda.

Maybe.

Chakotay...

I know I don't have
any right to feel this way,

but this bothers
the hell out of me.

I do believe you're jealous.

Why didn't you tell me
there was another man?

Because there isn't.

I'm just not interested in you.

Any more questions?

I was wondering, Kathy,
what could anyone possibly see

in this big oaf anyway?

Is it the tattoo?

Because mine's bigger.

Not big enough.

Captain's Log, Stardate 50384.2.

Q's unannounced visits continue.

Since I suspect
he's up to something more

than pursuing me,

I've instructed the crew
to take every opportunity

to uncover his true motives.

Who says crew performance
reports have to be a chore?

Oh... Sure beats
working on the Bridge.

Now, if we could just convince

the Captain to start holding
morning briefings in here...

Now, that'll be the day.

Nice program, Tommy,
but it's all

just so much hollow
pleasure, isn't it?

All right, Q, we'll bite.
What do you want?

Guys...

I just don't understand
your Captain.

I've tried everything--
filling the Bridge with roses,

writing Drabian love sonnets,
serenading her in her bath...

Oh, I'll bet she loved that one.

But no matter what lengths I go
to win her heart,

she rejects me-- me!

How, I ask you,
is that possible?

Did it ever occur to you
that she just doesn't like you?

No.

Look, Q, we've been told

about your appearances
on the Enterprise.

We know your little visits
usually turn out

to be more than meet the eye,

SO save
your broken-heart routine

and tell us
what you're really after.

I just thought
that the two of you

might be able to give me
some advice

on how to break through
Kathy's icy exterior.

You know, man-to-man.

My advice would be to give up

before you embarrass yourself
any more than you already have.

Come on, Harry.

We're not going to get a
straight answer out of this guy.

You-- bar rodent-- another one
of these... fruity concoctions.

Not unless you tell me

why you're bothering
Captain Janeway.

Captain Janeway?!

Now, that's a subject
I want to discuss.

Tell me, what are some
of her favorite things?

Chocolate truffles,
stuffed animals?

Erotic art?

You can't bribe Captain Janeway.

Oh, no?
Isn't that what you do?

What are you talking about?

I understand that you
acquire things for her--

create little
interesting diversions,

prepare little tasty treats.

After all, why else
would she be so fond of your...

fur-lined face?

Do you want to know what Captain
Janeway likes about me?

I'll tell you.

I am respectful, loyal,
and most of all, sincere,

and those are qualities
which someone like you

could never hope to possess.

This isn't going to work, Q.

How can you ignore that face?

He's adorable,
but this has to stop.

Please.

Accept him...

as a small token
of my affection.

No.

Suit yourself.

May we talk?

Just talk?

I'm... afraid that I
haven't been sincere.

When you first asked

why I wanted to have
a child with you,

I made jokes,
bragged about my prowess,

engaged in sexual innuendo.

I was using all that
to cover up my true feelings.

And I suppose you want to share
your true feelings with me now.

I'm lonely.

Lonely?

Oh, I know it's hard to believe,

but I've been single
for billions of years.

It was fun at first--
gallivanting around the galaxy,

using my omnipotence to impress
females of every species.

The fact of the matter is,
it... it left me empty.

I want someone
to love me for myself.

I guess what I'm saying is...
I want a relationship.

I just thought
if you and I had a child,

it would give me that kind
of stability and security

that I've been missing.

Sorry, Q.

I'm not buying it.

Oh.

All right.

Let's see if you buy this.

You're stuck out here, thousands
of light-years from home,

and you aren't getting
any younger, are you?

All your hopes for home,
hearth or family

grow dimmer every day.

Admit it, Kathryn.

You're lonely, too.

And you wonder if you
will ever have a child.

You're right.

I would like to have
a child someday.

Oh...

But not with you.

Why not?

I'm just not

the right kind of woman
for you, Q.

Truer words were never spoken.

Q! How did you find me?

Never mind that.

What are you doing
with that dog?

I'm not talking about the puppy.

Can't you see I'm busy here?

Stop stalking me!

You should be back
in the Continuum.

Excuse me...

but who are you exactly?

Kathryn Janeway,
may I present... Q.

Not just any Q-- his Q.

We were involved for a while.

About four billion years.

And now you desert me
to pollute the Continuum

with the DNA of this...
narrow little being.

I never said it was exclusive.

Stay away from him.

Look...

Miss Q, I'll save you
a lot of trouble.

I have zero interest in him.

Oh, now you see
what you've done?

And I was finally
making progress.

Bridge to Janeway.

You'd better come in here,
Captain.

On my way.

I'd really appreciate it

if you would take this
domestic squabble off my ship.

Report.

You're not going
to believe this, Captain,

but another star in this cluster
just went supernova.

It's .02 light-years
from our current position.

Make that two supernovas,
Commander--

I just picked up another one
at 217 mark 47.

Estimated time of implosion:
67 seconds.

Get us out of here, Tom.

I can't.
A subspace shock wave

from the star is
collapsing the warp field.

Red Alert.

Tuvok, increase power
to the shields.

Tom, lay in a course
away from that shock wave,

maximum impulse.

A star going supernova
is an event that occurs

once every century
in this galaxy.

Now we're about to witness
our third

in less than three days--
all in the same sector.

Why do I suspect you
have something to do with this?

She may be a member

of an intellectually
challenged species,

but she's right.

Your irresponsible behavior

is continuing
to have cosmic consequences.

Will you stop overreacting?!

Always nagging.

Now you see why I left her.

Are you causing
these supernovas?

Well, not exactly.

What's that supposed to mean?

It's no use, Captain.

The shock wave
is too fast for us.

Try evasive maneuvers.

I'm afraid a course correction
will be futile, Captain.

There are now
three distinct shock waves

heading toward us
on various trajectories.

It will be impossible
to avoid them all.

Divert auxiliary power
to the shields.

You have the ability to get
us out of here, so do it.

16 seconds to impact.

I'm not sure if the shields
will hold.

Do something, Q!

Well...

if you insist.

That two-timing toad!

Contact
with the first shock wave

within three seconds, Commander.

All hands, brace for impact.

Q, where have you taken me?

Well, I must admit
your gown is very becoming.

I don't have time
for your little fantasies.

Return me to Voyager.

This is no fantasy.

You're in the Q Continuum now.

The Continuum?

That's right.

I'm simply allowing you
to perceive it in the context

your human mind can comprehend.

The last time
you brought me here,

it looked like
some sort of way station

on a desert road.

Ha. It was awfully drab,
wasn't it?

But this-- this is
a much more colorful

representation for a human

of American descent,
don't you think?

An elegant manor house,

a beautiful southern belle,

a dashing Union officer,
determined to win her affections

despite her hatred
for Yankee interlopers...

Enough. The only thing
that interests me right now

is the welfare
of my ship and crew.

Well, I'm sure
your First Officer--

Chuckles, is it?

I'm sure he's got everything
under control for the moment.

I'd like to make sure of that
myself, if you don't mind.

This has gone
way beyond your ship.

It's even gone
beyond you and me.

This is about the future
of the Continuum itself.

Stop speaking in riddles
and tell me what's going on.

I'll do better than that.

I'll show you.

The Continuum is burning.

The Q are in the middle
of a civil war.

Start explaining.

Do you remember our friend
Quinn?

The Q who committed suicide
aboard Voyager?

Do you recall
what I said might happen

if he were allowed
to take his own life?

You said it would represent

an interruption
to the Continuum...

that it could have
dire consequences.

I'd say a civil war
is pretty dire, wouldn't you?

His death caused this conflict.

It caused chaos and upheaval...

because even though he was gone,

his calls for freedom
and individualism

continued to echo
in the ears of those

who believed in his teachings--

myself among them.

I sounded the trumpet
and carried the banner.

Naturally, others followed.

The forces of the status quo

tried to crush us
once and for all,

but we fought back

and now there's a cosmic
struggle for supremacy

and the battle is spreading,
causing hazardous repercussions

throughout the galaxy.

Oh, the supernovas.

You might call them...

"galactic cross fire."

It's terrible, isn't it?

But it's also
a wonderful opportunity.

I fail to see anything
wonderful about a war.

War can be an engine of change.

War can transform
a society for the better.

Your own civil war
brought about an end

to slavery and oppression.

But our civil war came at a time
before mankind had learned

to resolve disputes
without bloodshed.

Surely, the Q have evolved
to a point

where you can find
a nonviolent way

to resolve a conflict.

That's where you come in.

What do I have to do
with any of this, Q?

I want you to help me
transform the Continuum

in the same way your civil war
transformed a nation.

By mating with you?!

I know.

It's brilliant, isn't it?

I don't see how a baby
is going to end a war

being fought by a race
of omnipotent beings.

It's simple.

Mating will create
a new breed of Q,

which will combine

my omnipotence
and infinite intellect

with the best that humanity
has to offer.

You believe human DNA
is going to restore peace?

Precisely.

What the Continuum needs
right now

is an infusion of fresh blood,

a new sensibility,
a new leader, a new messiah.

Think of it, Kathy--

our child will be
like a precious stone

tossed into the cosmic lake,

sending endless ripples

of human conscience
and compassion

to wash up on every distant
shore of the universe.

What greater contribution

could a being
of your limited power

ever hope to make?

What is more important
to humanity than peace?

I'm offering you the opportunity
to be the mother of peace.

Well, what's it going to be?

Q!

You're bleeding.

Report!

Shield strength
is at 20 percent.

Hull damage
on Decks 9 through 14.

Minor injuries reported
on all decks.

Warp drive is off-line.

Commander, according
to these readings,

the shock waves have
knocked us 16 billion

kilometers
from our previous location.

I want to know
what's going on here.

Where's Captain Janeway?

Let me go before I hurl
this ship and everyone on it

into the Therinian Ice Age.

I don't think you can.

Don't be ridiculous.

I don't know how or why,

but something's
affected your powers.

Otherwise, you wouldn't
still be here

and you wouldn't have
a bruise on your forehead.

Now start talking
before I hurl you into the brig.

And it's the war
in the Continuum

that's causing the supernovas?

May we presume

that this conflict
is also responsible

for the weakening of your powers

and your inability
to return to the Continuum?

The Vulcan talent
for stating the obvious

never ceases to amaze me.

How were Q and Captain Janeway
able to reenter the Continuum,

and you weren't?

I tried to return, but I was
wounded in the process.

Oh.
Don't try to understand it.

It's far beyond your limited
capacity to comprehend.

What's important is,

I'm stuck here with you mortals

while Q is probably
in the process

of irreparably harming the
Continuum with that woman.

Hmm! Tossed aside for someone
five billion years younger.

If it weren't so
laughable, I'd cry.

Look, we want our Captain back,

and you obviously
want to get home.

Why don't we help each other?

How could you possibly help me?

There's got to be some way
to get back to the Continuum

besides snapping your fingers.

Hmm. Well, there
is one possibility,

but, somehow, I don't think
this rickety barge

or your half-witted
crew members

are up to the challenge.

May I remind you, madam,

that this "rickety barge"

and its "half-witted crew"

are your only hope
at the moment.

ow!

That hurts.

Be still.

I never thought
a Q could be injured.

As I said, this is
only your perception

of what is happening.

I can assure you
those are not mere cannon balls

and lead charges
being fired at us.

So they're some sort of...

Q weapons?

You'd be surprised
what innovative munitions

can be created
by one immortal being

who set his mind
on killing another.

Hold your fire!
Hold your fire!

You're surrounded, Q.

Surrender now,
and we'll be merciful.

Call a truce. Talk to them.

Maybe you can
resolve this peacefully.

What's your answer, Q?

I'll never surrender,
you know that!

Resume fire!
Resume fire!

Get the rifle in the corner.

And take the other window.

This is your fight, Q, not mine.

That's how you feel about it.

But if their weapons
can make me bleed,

what do you think
they'll do to you?

Oh!

Q... come on.

Come on!

First Officer's Log,
Stardate 50392.7.

While we don't fully understand

the astrophysics
underlying her plan,

the female Q has suggested
several modifications

which may allow Voyager
to enter the Continuum.

Well?

Well, what?

Are you finished yet?

What you've asked us to do

requires a complete
reconfiguration

of the shield array.

It takes a while...

for us mere mortals, that is.

Surely there's some way
you can speed up the process?

If you're in such a hurry,

why don't you
just snap your fingers

and do it yourself?

Oh, that's right.

You've lost your powers
and you need our help.

I don't think you understand.

It's imperative that I get back
to the Continuum

before Q mates
with your Captain.

I understand perfectly.

You aren't the first female

who's ever had a man
run out on her.

I hope you're not comparing
some failed romance

in your pitiful existence to
my eternal association with Q?

You know, I have really had it

with this superiority complex
of yours.

It's not a complex, dear.

It's a fact.

Well, here's another fact:

If you don't stop pestering me,
I'm never going to finish,

in which case,
your association with Q

might not be quite
as eternal as you think.

You know, I've always liked
Klingon females.

You've got such... spunk.

Oh, thank you.

Yup. Here you go.

Easy now.
Keep drinking.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

Sure thing.
You take as much as you want.

Ah, yes.

Take your time.

Where are we?

One of your faction's
encampments.

How?

I pulled you out of the mansion

and managed to hide you
from the enemy patrols.

Then I spotted
some of your people

retreating from the battle.

From the look of them, I'd say
you're not on the winning side.

You saved my life.

And now, it's time
to end all this.

I knew you'd come around.

I've been thinking
about what you said--

that creating a new Q
could bring an era of peace.

Oh, my wild, sweet Kathy.

I promise you won't regret it.

Oh, you're not going to have
a child with me.

You're going to mate

with that charming lady friend
of yours

that appeared on my ship.

Mate with another Q?

Ridiculous.

Sounded to me

like you and she had
a very long-term relationship.

Yes, but it was never physical.

I mean, the Q
are way beyond sex.

It's never been done.

Really?

Then how exactly did
the Q come into existence

in the first place?

The Q didn't come
into existence.

The Q have always existed.

Besides, I can only
mate with a species

capable of copulation...

like you.

But I don't love you, Q.

Yes, but what does that
have to do with it?

Everything.
It's the foundation of a family.

I could never have a child
with someone I didn't love,

much less give it up
to the Continuum.

Dearest Kathy, I would never
dream of having you give it up.

I mean, who would raise it?

Who would look after it?

I'm really not cut out
to be a wet nurse.

Oh... so you're not willing
to do the hard work?

I'm an idea man.

Hard work isn't my forte.

I'd change specialties
if I were you,

‘cause the kind of trouble
you're in

needs more than a quick fix.

You can't just sprinkle
a little human DNA

into the Continuum
and make everything all right.

Why not?

Those "best qualities
of humanity" you talked about

aren't a simple matter
of genetics.

Love, conscience, compassion...

...they're attributes

that mankind has developed
over centuries;

values that have passed
from one generation to the next,

taught by parents
to their children.

Creating a new kind of Q
is a noble idea,

but it will take more
than impregnating someone

and walking away.

If you want your offspring
to embrace your ideals,

you're going to have
to teach them yourself.

Yes, but that's exactly why
I want you here--

to nourish and guide
the little tyke.

Think of the opportunities
here in the Continuum.

The entire universe would be
our child's playground.

Together, the two of you
could explore dimensions

you've never even imagined.

‘Fess up--

isn't it even slightly tempting?

I'd be lying if I said no.

What explorer
wouldn't be intrigued

by the idea of seeking out
whole new dimensions?

But I have other
responsibilities

and I won't just abandon them.

Ah, yes.

The crew of the intrepid
Starship Voyager.

Perhaps you'd be interested
in sending them home.

You've tempted me
with that prospect before,

but, frankly, your credibility
is more than a little suspect.

My crew and I will get home.

We're committed to that.

But we're going to do it

through hard work
and determination.

We are not looking
for a quick fix.

Even if I wanted to mate,
I wouldn't know how.

It's totally unprecedented.

You'll figure something out.

You are omnipotent, after all.

I need time to think about it.

Time's up, Q.

You've got to stop this war

before it destroys
the Continuum.

Now, I'm taking this white flag

and I'm going over
to the enemy camp

and I'm going to tell them
you're ready to talk

about terms for a cease-fire.

Kathy, don't be a hero.

I'm going, Q,

so if I were you,
I'd start working on a way

to set that precedent.

First Officer's Log,
supplemental.

We've laid in a course
for the point in space

where the female Q says
we can enter the Continuum

and find the Captain.

You-- helm boy.

Adjust course
to heading 235 mark 08.

Increase speed
to maximum impulse.

Sir?

Uh, Commander?

What is it, Harry?

She's put us on a direct course

for another star
about to go supernova.

You did say you wanted
to get into the Continuum.

Yes, but in one piece.

Try to wrap your minuscule mind
around this.

These supernovas are actually
caused by spatial disruptions

within the Continuum--
the result of the war.

Now, each time a star implodes,

a negative density
false vacuum is created,

which actually sucks
the surrounding matter

into the Continuum.

So Voyager will be pulled in,
too.

If we time it perfectly.

Otherwise,
the subsequent explosion

will blow you all
into micro-fragments.

Commander, I needn't remind you

that close proximity
to a supernova will crush us

whether or not
we time it perfectly.

You're so negative.

He does have a point.

Humanoids.

Q to Engineering.

Go ahead, Q.

Take warp drive off-line,

then remodulate the shields
to emit a beta-tachyon pulse

and prepare to emit a series
of focused antiproton beams

to the shield bubble.

Does this make any sense
to you at all, B'Elanna?

I'd be lying if I said
I understood it completely,

but if she's thinking
what I think she's thinking,

we should increase power
to the shields by...

a factor of ten.

That's assuming, of course,
that the shield bubble

doesn't ignite
and burn us all to a crisp.

We'll be reaching the
imploding star in 13 seconds.

I still have time
to change course.

Maintain your course.

B'Elanna,
take warp drive off-line,

remodulate the shields

and get ready to emit
the antiprotons.

Acknowledged.

Entering the star's corona
in three seconds.

Antiprotons now, B'Elanna.

Ah, Captain Janeway, I presume.

You're dismissed.

I'm sorry to have kept
you waiting, madam.

Please, sit down.

I understand you walked into
our camp alone and unarmed?

That's right.

The Continuum is a dangerous
place for all of us right now,

not to mention
a solitary human female.

I admire your bravery.

I've come with an offer
of truce from Q.

I'm afraid the time
for diplomacy is past, madam.

If we don't end this war
quickly,

the damage to subspace
will be... irreversible.

Then you agree
the fighting has to stop.

Most certainly.

That's why we intend to bring
this war to a conclusion

by the most expedient
means possible.

I'm relieved
to hear you say that.

May I ask how?

Quite simple, really.

Since Q is the ringleader

of the so-called
"freedom faction,"

we shall have to execute him.

With all due respect, sir,

there are no chapters
in the history of my own people

more tragic than wars which set
neighbor against neighbor.

Q has an idea
for a nonviolent way

to bring this conflict
to an end.

I urge you to listen
to what he has to say.

We're already resolved, madam.

I'd be greatly in your debt

if you'd tell me
where we could find him.

I won't do that.

No, I didn't think you would.

Excuse me, sir.

Fortunately, we won't
be needing your assistance.

I told you,
he's willing to negotiate.

Let him go.

She's right.

I've had a change of heart.

Grovel all you want, Q.

I've been waiting for this
moment for an eternity.

Put them both in chains.

Wait.

What are you charging me with?

Collaborating with the enemy,

which, in the Continuum,
is a crime punishable...

by death.

- Captain.
- Private.

Let's go.

Why won't you listen to me?

I told your commander
last night,

we can resolve
the situation peacefully.

If it's any consolation,
there are those in the Continuum

who will remember us as martyrs.

I'd rather skip
that particular honor.

Oh...

Still, you have to admit
there's something romantic

about going
to our deaths together.

Do you have any last words?

I won't plead for my own life.

From your perspective,
I know it seems insignificant,

but what is not insignificant

is the fact that the Q,
as an omnipotent race,

have an opportunity
to be a positive force,

to set a higher standard
for other beings in the galaxy.

I implore you all
don't go through with this.

Don't allow yourselves

to continue using violence
to resolve your differences.

Q, do you have anything to add?

Today, I sacrifice my existence
for the principles

of freedom and individuality
that I have fought for so long.

But this woman is innocent.

What's more she saved my life

and she tried to save us
from each other.

Kill me if you must...

but let her go.

It's a very touching speech, Q.

But as usual, your rhetoric
fails to compensate

for your irresponsibility.

Ready.

Aim.

I'm sorry.

I know.

Fire!

I'm hit.

I'm dying.

Q.

What?

They're not firing at us.

They're not?

Harry, get to the Captain.

Captain, are you all right?

I'm fine.

Oh, darling, I knew
you'd come for me.

Aren't you going to untie me?

How do I know you won't run off

with the next bipedal female
that catches your eye?

Well, it just so happens
I have a proposal

which will reassure you
of my devotion.

Hmm!

Put down the gun!

Think of it, Q.

We'd be visionaries,
innovators--

the parents of peace.

Oh, that does have a ring to it.

Captain, what should
I do with him?

Q and I have a plan
to end the war.

Call off your troops.

Do as she says,
and I'll call my people off.

They may be humanoids,

but they're using our weapons.

Cease fire!

Hold your fire!

Cease fire!

Tell our people
to stop shooting.

Hold your fire!

Put down your weapons.

So, darling, have you
given any thought

as to how we might accomplish

this historic act
of procreation?

I've thought of nothing else
since you suggested it.

Oh...

As a matter of fact, I...

Oh.

Oh. Oh.

I love it when you talk dirty.

Why don't I give you two
some privacy?

Oh, Kathy.

Don't you like to watch?

- Oh.
- Mmm.

I was good, wasn't I?

Very good.

That was it?

You had your chance.

Don't go crying about it now.

Lieutenant Paris,
what's our position?

We're back
on our original course.

All crew are present
and accounted for.

Ensign Kim,
any sign of supernovas?

No, ma'am.

Nothing but calm space ahead.

Looks like the war's over.

Mr. Chakotay, run a series
of standard diagnostics.

If everything checks out,
take us to warp 6.

Aye, Captain.

I'll be in my ready room.

A-dabba-dabba-do.

Q.

He's got my cheekbones,
don't you think?

He's adorable.

I'd say fatherhood
agrees with you.

Well, I'll admit, I...
I look at the universe

in an entirely
different way now.

I mean, I can't go around

causing temporal anomalies
or subspace inversions

without considering the impact
it'll have on my son.

I'm glad to hear you intend
to set a good example.

By the way, did I tell you
how smart he is?

I've already taught him

how to knock small planets
out of orbit.

And I thought you were
going to teach him

about love and conscience.

Oh...

that's why we want Aunty Kathy

to be the godmother now,
don't we?

I'm... honored.

Yeah, well, wait until
we ask you to baby-sit.

You can't leave the little guy
alone for a nanosecond.

Well... it's time to be going.

The old ball and chain
really hates it when we're late.

Say bye-bye.

Bye-bye.