All language subtitles for Star Trek - Voyager - S07E24 - Renaissance Man.en

Captain...
Computer, pause music.

I didn't wake you, did 1?

That's all right, Doctor.

15 minutes of sleep
is really all I need.

Coffee, black.

Maybe you should pay a little
more attention to flying

and a little less to singing.

As a hologram, I can handle
a variety of tasks at once.

In addition to piloting
the Flyer,

I'm writing a paper
on the physiological stresses

of long-duration
space flight

and... taking holo-images
of this Mutara-class nebula.

With a hologram on board,
who needs a crew?

I'd never admit this
to anyone else,

but there was a time when
I would have given anything

to be flesh and blood,

but I've come to realize
that being a hologram

is far superior.

Really?

No offense.

I'll always enjoy the company
of organics.

In fact, I'm delighted
you were able to attend

this medical symposium with me.

It's been a pleasure
spending time with you.

Actually, I was hoping

we might do this sort
of thing more often.

Hmm.

We're passing
through a subspace eddy.

It could be the wake
of another ship.

No.

There's nothing on sensors.

It's probably
just the gravimetric shear

from the nebula.

Maybe I should
take the controls.

Sit down and relax,
Captain.

You've got a hologram
at the helm.

The plasma surges
have to be coming

from one of these relays.

Try realigning the
deuterium manifolds.

Paris to Torres.

Go ahead.

Can you pull yourself away from
Engineering for a few minutes?

I've got a shuttle down here
with faulty deflector array.

I'm a little busy right now.

It's kind of urgent.

What's this?

Well, I thought you'd enjoy
a romantic lunch

under the glow of a red giant.

Oh, you replicated potato salad.

With extra paprika--
just the way you like it.

This is so sweet... but I can't.

Sure you can.

I've already cleared it
with Chakotay.

I told the Captain I'd
have the dilithium matrix

recalibrated
before she got back.

You know, this might be
our last chance

to be alone...
for the next 18 years.

I will make some time

before the baby
comes, I promise.

Oh, I've got to get back.

Report.

There's some kind
of pulse being directed

at our transceiver array.

It's coming
from the Delta Flyer.

Hail them.

No response.

Looks like they've encoded
the pulse with a com signal.

Captain...

Sorry about the image, Ensign.

Our com system's been damaged.

The only way
I could send you a signal

was through the main deflector.

Are you and the Doctor
all right?

We're fine.

Tell Commander Chakotay
to meet me in my ready room

as soon as we've docked.

Janeway out.

Harry tells me the Flyer
took some damage.

That's an understatement.

We almost didn't
make it back in one piece.

They're called the R'Kaal.

Their technology is
decades ahead of ours.

Transphasic warp drive,

multispectral
cloaking systems.

They could destroy
this ship

before our sensors
knew they were there.

They sound like people
we should avoid.

I wish that were possible.

They control
thousands of parsecs

from here to the edge
of the Beta Quadrant.

They're ecological extremists.

They believe conventional
warp engines damage subspace,

so they've outlawed warp travel
through their territory.

Then we should reverse course
and find a way around.

That's the problem.

We've already been
in their space

for three weeks
without knowing it.

You'd think they'd mark
their borders

- a little more clearly.
- As punishment,

their law demands
that our ship be dismantled.

Obviously, we're not going
to let that happen.

I spent three hours
explaining our situation

to their "Supreme Archon"--

a thoroughly unpleasant man.

I convinced him
to spare Voyager,

but at a price.

We're going to rendezvous
with their armada

and surrender our warp core

at a Class-M planet where
they've agreed to let us settle.

Settle?

I didn't make this decision
lightly, Chakotay.

We have to bring
the senior staff in on this.

We can find a way
to evade their ships

or adapt our sensors
to their cloaking technology.

We could try that,

and we might make it
past their armada,

but we could lose a lot
of people in the process--

maybe the entire ship.

Kathyrn, there's got
to be another way.

I'm tired, Chakotay,
tired of casualty reports,

of continually risking my people
on the slim chance

that we'll make it home
in one piece.

We've found our way
out of worse situations.

Set a course.

What am I supposed
to tell the crew?

For now, I'd like
to keep this between us.

It's not like you to keep
your people in the dark...

I'll make an announcement
when the time is right.

Dismissed.

Captain.

I'm sorry to interrupt,

but I could use your input
on a hypothetical scenario.

Of course.

If we were to eject the core,

could it be
towed safely at warp?

In theory, but a tractor beam

might destabilize
the containment field.

You'd be risking a breach.

Could you compensate
for that?

You could configure
the tractor emitters

to generate a resonance pulse.

That should stabilize the field.

Can you make those
modifications

to the Delta Flyer's
tractor emitters?

I suppose.

How long would it take?

Um, a few hours.

Get started.

I thought you said this was
a hypothetical scenario.

We should be prepared,
just in case.

In case of what?

Let me know as soon
as you're finished.

Torres to Chakotay.

Go ahead.

Have you got a minute?

B'Elanna tells me you ordered
some modifications to the Flyer.

That's right.

Maybe I misunderstood.

I thought the plan was
to hand over the core

when we reached the planet.

Are we taking it somewhere else?

I heard you the first time.

Captain?

You've already made
your concerns clear, Commander,

but there's been
a slight change of plans.

Were you going to tell me?

Kathryn...

what's going on?

I don't feel well.

I've got a headache.

I'm going to my quarters,

and I'd prefer
not to be disturbed.

You have the Bridge.

Not now.

I beg your pardon, Captain?

Carry on, Commander.

Chakotay to the Doctor.

Go ahead, Commander.

Report to Sick Bay immediately.

Something wrong
with the turbolifts?

You did say immediately.
How can I help you?

I'm concerned
about the Captain.

She doesn't seem
to be feeling well.

What's wrong?

I'm not sure.

She went to her quarters
with a headache.

I'll bring her an analgesic.

I was wondering if
this could be related

to your encounter
with the aliens.

You think they harmed her?

You tell me.

What did they do to her?

I'm not sure, exactly.

The aliens took
my program off-line

as soon as they boarded
the Flyer.

The Captain reactivated
me a few hours later

and told me she'd
been interrogated.

Naturally, I examined her
to make sure she was all right.

Did you find
anything unusual?

I suppose I'm violating
doctor-patient confidentiality

by telling you this,
but... she was fine.

I'd like you to give her
a more thorough examination.

Gladly, but you know
how she feels about physicals.

You can be very persuasive,
Doctor.

Contact me as soon
as you're done.

Aye, sir.

Anything interesting on sensors
this morning?

Nothing extraordinary.

A red giant
and two G-type stars,

a Golorian trading vessel
bearing 156 mark 4.

If there were a fleet
of cloaked ships

in the vicinity, could you
devise a way to detect them?

A cloaked fleet
would generate

significant subspace
distortions.

Why do you ask?

Commander, we're receiving
a transmission.

Source?

I'm having trouble
pinpointing it.

Should I notify the Captain?

No, she didn't want
to be disturbed.

Route the call here.

I'm Commander Chakotay
of the Starship Voyager.

This is Supreme Archon Loth
of the R'Kaal Imperium.

Why haven't you ejected
your warp core

as your Captain agreed?

We're en route to the planet
you specified.

We can't jettison the core
until we get there.

If we don't receive the core
within ten hours,

my armada will destroy
your ship.

This is your only warning.

Work with Harry.

I want to know the source
of that transmission.

Understood.

Ah, Commander,
you'll be relieved to know

I've given the Captain
a clean bill of health.

Did you run a
neurological scan?

Mm-hmm. Her brain activity
and cognitive functions

are completely normal.

As far as I can tell,
she's perfectly fit,

physically and mentally.

Thank you, Doctor.

Chakotay to the Captain.

Computer,
locate Captain Janeway.

Computer, belay that.

My quarters, now.

Really, Chakotay,

sending the Doctor
to check up on me?

I'm concerned.

Then why didn't you come
to me directly?

I thought we trusted each other.

So did I.

Something happened
on that away mission

that you're not telling me.

I've told you everything
you need to know.

You've consulted me
on every major decision

over the last seven
years except this one.

Why?

There are some decisions

a captain has to make
on her own.

I understand that,
but every instinct

tells me what you're
doing is wrong.

Don't you remember
what happened on Lessek Prime?

I don't see how
that's relevant.

I think you do.

156 years ago,
you were the Lieutenant

who was kept in the dark.

If you hadn't questioned
your Captain's orders,

the entire away team
would've been lost.

This situation's
entirely different.

You never told me that story.

I made it up.

Chakotay to Tuvok.

I've erected a dampening field

around these quarters.

I'm sorry, Commander.

Computer, secure the doors
and establish

a level-5 dampening field
around the morgue.

I can't do my job
with the two of you

constantly talking in my head.

No!

I'm not doing anything else
until I speak with the Captain.

Fine!

What's your
encryption frequency?

Captain, are you all right?

Doctor, listen to me.

Under no circumstances
are you to eject the warp core.

If I don't do what they ask,
they'll kill you.

I'm giving you a direct order.

Stop what you're doing.

I'm sorry, Captain.

I can't obey that order.

Doctor, I want you
to go to the Bridge right now

and alert Commander Tuvok...

Put her behind
the force field!

We have another assignment
for you.

I've been going over
the schematics of your vessel,

and I'm intrigued
by this bio-neural circuitry.

I want you to bring us
a series of these gel packs.

The gel packs are integrated
into the ship's systems.

I can't just remove them
without someone noticing.

You've proven yourself to be
very resourceful, Doctor.

You'll find a way.

Remember--

we're monitoring
your perceptual subroutines.

We can see and hear everything.

Tuvok to Chakotay.

You know what will happen to her
if you alert your crew.

Go ahead.

Are you all right, Commander?

Uh, just a scratchy throat.

The Doctor's treating me now.

Could you come
to the Shuttle Bay

when you're finished?

I'll be right there.

Chakotay out.

Computer,
access the holodeck database

and locate Commander Chakotay's
holographic template.

Download the physical parameters
into my program.

You wanted to see me?

I've completed the diagnostic
as you requested.

The Flyer's com system
is functioning normally.

You find that unusual?

The Captain did report
that it was damaged

during the attack
by the R'Kaal.

I'l have a talk with her.

Did you find anything else
out of the ordinary?

No.

Get out of there
before you arouse suspicion.

I'll be on the Bridge
if you need me.

You're doing
a wonderful job, Doctor.

I'm just giving him
a little encouragement.

That's why I'm in command.

If all goes well, we should have

the warp core
in less than six hours.

He's making excellent progress.

That's exactly what
he wants you to believe.

What do you mean?

Did you really think
you could outsmart a hologram?

Everything appears to be normal.

How do you know
you're not looking

at a holographic projection?

The Doctor isn't
just a physician.

His emergency command
subroutines

contain thousands
of tactical scenarios.

I wouldn't be surprised

if Voyager was already
on its way here.

You do have an option.

Leave me behind
in an escape pod,

and I'll forget
any of this ever happened.

Maybe we should let her go.

Are you delusional?

It took months to plan this.

We've already found a buyer
for the warp core.

Now you want
to abandon everything?

It's better than being sent
to a rehabilitation center.

We made our choice
when we stole this vessel.

I am not going back

to the Hierarchy,
and neither are you.

She's just trying to trick you.

A month from now,

we'll be soaking
in the mud baths of Eblar Prime.

Trust me.

Janeway to Torres.

Torres here.

I'm having a little trouble
with my replicator again.

Can you take a look at it?

I'm still working on those
modifications you asked for.

I'll send somebody else.

I'd consider it a personal favor

if you'd do it yourself,
Lieutenant.

I'll be there in five minutes.

Thank you.

Janeway out.

Computer, access Lieutenant
Torres' holographic template

and download
the physical parameters

into my program.

Computer, access
medical file: Torres-3

and update
her holographic template.

Did you forget something,
Lieutenant?

1 did, actually.

Where do we keep
the spare gel packs?

Locker Gamma 5.

Of course, Gamma 5.

On the upper level.

I know where it is, Ensign.

You left me no choice.

Lieutenant.

Oh, are we calling each other
by our rank now?

Uh, you startled me.

Oh, sorry.

Well, I thought
since you didn't have time

for lunch under the stars,

maybe you'd settle for
the glow of the warp core.

How thoughtful...

but I'm... not hungry.

Well, I'm sure the
baby is famished.

A pregnant woman
shouldn't eat this kind of food.

Do you want to give me
an arterial occlusion?

Oh, one drumstick
isn't going to kill you.

Besides, I won't
tell the Doctor...

if you won't.

You know...

this all looks so delicious.

Why don't we save it

for a romantic dinner
this evening?

All right.

1900 hours, but if
you're not there,

I'm sending Security after you.

I'll be there... sweetheart.

"Sweetheart"?

Well, aren't you
getting affectionate

in your third trimester.

I'll see you later.

Kim to Chakotay.

Can you come to Astrometrics?

Harry, I'll be right there.

Chakotay out.

The transmission was encoded
with a false subspace signature.

The signal didn't originate
on another vessel.

It came from inside Voyager.

We traced it to Holodeck 2.

Do you know who sent it?

I'm on my way
to check the access logs.

I'll go with you.

Whoever sent this transmission

knew how to cover his tracks.

The holodeck logs
have been erased.

Doesn't look like
we'll get any answers here.

I might be able to find

some residual
photonic displacement.

There we go.

I think I can clarify
the image

with a recursive algorithm.

Our alien's a hologram.

The question is,
who programmed him?

Good work, Ensign.

I'll take it from here.

Wait a minute.

I'm picking up
two holographic signatures.

It looks like a second image
was superimposed

over an existing template.

I'll see if I can isolate
the first image.

Doctor...

what are you doing?

If you don't mind,

I've had a stressful day.

I'm extremely busy, Commander.

This will only take a moment.

I've been reviewing
the communication logs.

There's a discrepancy
I was hoping you could explain.

At the precise moment the Flyer
transmitted a deflector pulse,

you apparently accessed
Voyager's holographic database.

I haven't the faintest idea
what you're talking about.

Your access code was used

to download the Captain's
physical parameters.

Exactly what are
you insinuating, Commander?

Perhaps we should have a word
with the Captain.

Fine.

Computer, deactivate the EMH.

EMH protocols are off-line.

Security to Sick Bay.
Remain where you are.

You haven't forgotten

I'm a hologram, have you?

If necessary, I'll disable
all of your holo-emitters.

Computer, transfer the EMH
to the mobile emitter!

All hands, Red Alert.

Security teams,
apprehend the Doctor.

Computer,
open the holodeck doors.

Unable to comply.

Access to the holodeck
has been restricted.

Security override:
Tuvok-sigma-four.

Computer, end program.

Unable to comply.

Holodeck controls are off-line.

Tuvok to Engineering.

Shut down power to Holodeck 2.

Shut down power to Holodeck 2.

It looks like the Doctor's
rerouted the power relays.

It'll take a minute
to bypass them.

Doctor, I've reconfigured
my phaser

to disrupt your holo-matrix.

Surrender yourself now.

Tuvok to Bridge.

Can you locate the Doctor
on internal sensors?

I'm not reading him.

He must've masked
his signature somehow.

Try scanning for the
polydeutonic alloy

in his emitter.

Shut down all turbolifts
and transporters.

Acknowledged.

Get your people out of here.

The core's about to breach.

I'm not detecting an overload.

You're getting false readings.

The Doctor's reprogrammed
your sensors.

All right, everybody out!

Now! Move it!

You, too, B'Elanna.

I might be able to stabilize
the containment field.

You're not putting
your baby in danger. Go!

You'd better be right behind me.

Paris to Torres.

I'm picking up the Doctor's
emitter in your section.

Where?

Right next to the warp core.

Computer...

activate Emergency
Command Hologram.

All command codes have been
transferred to the ECH.

Prepare to eject the warp core.

Authorization:
ECH-omega-four-two.

Doctor, don't do this.

Warp ejection system enabled.

Computer... eject the core.

Computer,

lock on to my mobile emitter

and transport me
to the Delta Flyer.

Transporters are off-line.

Tuvok, we just lost main power,

and internal sensors are down.

The Doctor has entered
Jefferies Tube 11-Alpha.

Send a security team
to the Shuttle Bay.

Lieutenant.

I think the Doctor's heading
for the escape pods.

You wouldn't shoot
a pregnant woman, would you?

Come with me, Doctor.

Tuvok, someone's launching
the Flyer.

Tuvok?

ow!

You might try disconnecting
the phase discriminator.

I've rebuilt
dozens of these units,

but I've never seen
this configuration before.

Do you know how I can stabilize
the ion flow?

That looks like
the charge inverter.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

Your ship must need
a lot of replacement parts.

Oh... those aren't
for this ship.

I've been collecting
and repairing

spare components for years.

This is from an
old impulse drive.

Would you believe I found it
sitting in a waste depository?

I'll be able to find a buyer
now that it's working.

These parts could be worth
a small fortune.

That's exactly what I think.

I'm going to use
my quarter of the profits

to establish an outpost

specializing in obsolete
engine components.

I'm certain
there's a demand for them.

My Chief Engineer is always
looking for spare parts.

She might be interested

in acquiring
your entire inventory.

Captain.

You're not trying
to take advantage

of my subordinate, are you?

No one's ever going
to buy this junk.

It's almost as useless as you.

There's a ship approaching.

This is the Delta Flyer.

I've got the warp core,

but you're not getting it
until you release the Captain.

Are you insane?

You almost destabilized
the core.

Both of our ships
would've been destroyed!

This isn't a negotiation!

Release your tractor beam now!

All right.

It's in the Cargo Hold.

Lower your shields, and we'll
beam your Captain to you.

Ready.

We had an agreement.

To spare your Captain.

As you can see,
she's still alive.

Let the Doctor go.
I'm the more valuable hostage.

Actually, you're not.

We'll leave you
in the Vinri system.

The inhabitants are
mostly harmless.

The Doctor will be working
for us now.

I'll do no such thing.

I'm sure you'll feel differently

after I make a few adjustments
to your program.

I had no idea
he was going to do this.

I'm sorry.

I hope you realize
you've stranded Voyager

in the Delta Quadrant.

What did you expect me to do,
let them kill you?

I expected you
to follow my orders.

You might as well
have been ordering me

to put a phaser to your head.

Voyager can survive

without a warp core,
but not without a captain.

Now it doesn't have either.

Chief Tactical Officer's Log,
Stardate 54890.7.

With internal sensors off-line,

I've had to order
a section-by-section search

for our missing crew members.

Until main power is restored,

Voyager remains immobilized
and defenseless.

They're just unconscious.

Paris to Tuvok.

I found them.

It is logical to assume

the Captain never returned
from the away mission.

Do you have any idea
where the Flyer is?

The Doctor masked his ion trail.

Engineering to Chakotay.

Go ahead.

We're ready to restart
the impulse reactors.

Acknowledged.

It's playing on every
com channel on the ship.

Computer, pause music.

Unable to comply.

Didn't the Doctor play this
at his recital last month?

Yes, and as I recall,

he performed the piece
flawlessly.

Maybe the recording was
damaged by the power loss.

Or perhaps the Doctor altered
the music deliberately.

Why would he do that?

I performed a Fourier analysis
on the recording.

The harmonics have been
modified.

it could be a com frequency.

Unlikely.
There's no carrier wave.

I could be wrong, but it looks
like a warp signature.

The power utilization curve
would be about right.

Try scanning for it.

I'm detecting
a matching signature.

Distance: 6.7 light-years.

We can't follow them at impulse.

You and Tom take a shuttle.

What are you doing?

If I can amplify your matrix,

I might be able to disrupt
the force field.

I'm sorry I put us in
this position, Captain.

You said you wanted us
to spend more time together.

This isn't what
I had in mind.

Maybe... if we get
back to the ship,

we could try socializing
a little more.

This really isn't the place
to be talking about this.

Besides, I don't do
a lot of socializing.

You have meals with
Commander Chakotay,

and you play
velocity with Seven.

We going to have
to discuss this later.

I need to upload
your first assignment.

You want me to infiltrate

the Hierarchy's
surveillance complex?

The data stored there is
worth a hundred warp cores.

How do you expect me to get past
their security perimeter?

I'm glad you asked.

I trust this won't be permanent?

I've given you the rank
of a Class-One Overseer.

You'll be able to walk
into Central Command

without anyone noticing.

I've also uploaded

several other
holographic templates

you might find useful.

What's wrong?

I'm not certain.

The compression algorithms
are breaking down.

I told you his program
couldn't handle that much data.

What have you done to me?

I'm detecting
a human life sign aboard...

and a holographic signature.

The vessel's weapons
are polaron-based,

and they have auto-
regenerative shielding.

We still have
the element of surprise.

If you don't get him
back to Voyager,

his matrix will be
permanently damaged.

Please do something.

He won't be any use
to us if he decompiles.

Someone's boarded
the Delta Flyer.

They're moving away.

Fire at both vessels.

Now, Mr. Paris!

Our shield generator
isn't going to last.

If we give them what they want,
maybe they'll leave.

Prepare to jettison
their warp core.

What are you doing?

Arming a torpedo.

If we detonate their core,

the blast wave should give us
enough time to escape.

That would kill them.

Captain, get down!

Lieutenant, lock a tractor beam

onto the core
and get it back to Voyager.

Acknowledged.

Nar, get this hologram off me!

Guess this wasn't so useless
after all.

Are you still interested
in acquiring my inventory?

Computer, transfer the EMH
back into the holodeck buffer.

Can you stabilize his matrix?

Not until we purge
the excess subroutines.

There's more than
a thousand teraquads

of new data in here.

How is he?

We're not sure yet.

Captain, if I don't survive,

I need you to do
something for me.

You're going to be all right.

If I'm not,
when you reach Earth,

I want you to donate
my emitter

to the Daystrom Institute.

They may be able
to replicate it someday

so that other holograms

can know the freedom
I've enjoyed.

I've had something on my
conscience for a long time.

After I was first activated,

I kept a record
of what I considered to be

your most... questionable
command decisions.

It's in my personal database.

I hope you'll delete the file
without reading it.

Mr. Tuvok... I violated

the most sacred trust between
a physician and his patient.

I told Mr. Neelix

about the cutaneous eruption
you developed on your...

That was indiscreet.

I hope you can forgive me.

Ensign... at your recital
last month,

I told Lieutenant Torres
that your saxophone playing

reminded me of a wounded targ.

I should've put it
more delicately.

I'm sorry.

Seven...

You should remain still.

You have no idea
how difficult it's been

hiding my true feelings
all these years,

averting my eyes during your
regular maintenance exams.

I know you could never have
the same feelings for me,

but I want you
to know the truth.

I love you, Seven.

Your cognitive algorithms
are malfunctioning.

Good-bye, my friends.

Speak well of me.

Is he...?

No, I've got him.

What happened?

I deleted
the extraneous subroutines.

I'm not going to decompile?

You'll probably outlive us all.

Doc...

anything else
you'd like to confess?

Captain's Log, Stardate 54912.4.

Lieutenant Torres has restored
our warp drive

in less than a week.

The Doctor's dignity, however,
might take a little longer.

He hasn't left Sick Bay once
since he returned to the ship.

Captain... do you need...

do you need medical attention?

No.

You've been keeping
to yourself lately.

Your friends are
worried about you.

After my deathbed confession,

I wasn't sure
I had any friends left.

I overstepped my bounds

in documenting
your command decisions.

It happened a long time ago,

before I considered myself
to be a part of your crew.

Oh, I'm not here
to make you grovel.

I'm here to punish you

for your insubordinate
behavior.

I understand.

You're hereby denied the use

of your mobile
emitter for six days.

Since you haven't left
Sick Bay for a week,

we'll call it time served.

I appreciate
the gesture, Captain,

but I've got a lot of work
to catch up on.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I was hoping you
might be free

for a cup of coffee
on the holodeck.

I know a little sidewalk
cafe in Buenos Aires.

You said you wanted
us to socialize more.

I suppose Mr. Paris
can finish this.

Now, when you're on the holodeck
with the Captain,

there are two rules
you have to follow.

I understand.

First: leave your rank
at the door.

Not a problem.
The second?

No opera.

Hmm.