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Narrator: Last time on
Star Trek: The next generation:

Not all the klingons at khitomer
were killed during the massacre.

Many were captured
by the romulans

and placed in a prison camp
on a remote planet.

Your father was among them.

If my father were alive,

it would dishonor his sons
and their sons for three generations.

Even Alexander
would bear the burden of guilt.

So you're willing
to ignore the possibility

because you're concerned
about dishonor?

My father is dead.

That yridian is selling lies.

This is a homing device.

It will allow you to find my ship
when I return.

You're a klingon.

- Where did you come from?
- That does not matter.

I have come to take you home.

He must leave at once.

No, it is too late for that now.
He would bring others.

We are not leaving here,

and neither are you.

Narrato r:
And now the conclusion.

L'kor: Take his pack.

Are you afraid to die while escaping?

We are dead, worf.

We were captured.
It was worse than death.

Well, why did you allow it to happen?

We had no choice.

We were defending an outpost
on the perimeter.

The romulans took out our shields,

the next blast
rendered us unconscious,

and when we awoke,
we were prisoners,

unarmed and shackled.

We were interrogated
for three months.

We tried to starve ourselves,
but they kept us alive.

The romulan commander, tokath,
thought he was being kind.

The romulans hoped to trade our lives
for territorial concessions.

But the klingon high council
refused to negotiate.

They would not acknowledge
that their warriors

had been taken prisoner.

And when it was clear
that we would be of no use to them,

tokath offered to let us go.

But we knew that our families
believed we had fallen in battle,

so we did not wish to return
to dishonor them.

We asked tokath to let us stay,
and he took pity on us.

I understand your desire
to preserve your families' honor.

But what of your own?

There is no honor
in remaining prisoners.

We lost our honor
when we were captured.

It does not matter
what happens to us.

All that matters is that our families
are not dishonored.

L'kor:
Why did you come here, worf?

If you had found your father,

you would have found
only dishonor.

If he had been captured as you were,
if I had found him here,

I would be glad to see him.

There is no room in my heart
for shame.

I can only hope
that if my son came here,

he would be klingon enough
to kill me.

Picard:
Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship enterprise.

Its continuing mission:
To explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life
and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no one
has gone before.

- This is a gin'tak spear.
- What of it?

Have your parents
taught you nothing?

This is used for battle, not tilling soil.

We have no need for weapons here.
The war is far away.

What war?

The war our parents came here
to escape.

That war was over many years ago.

I'm not interested
in what you have to say, klingon.

I've got work to do.

Hello again, worf.

They say you have come
to stay with us.

Not by choice.

Well, aren't you happy
to have escaped the war?

The war.

We've heard the stories
all our lives.

How people are slaughtered
in terrible battles,

forced to fight
whether they want to or not.

That's why our parents came here,
to make a safe home.

A place where they could raise
their children in peace.

I should think you'd be relieved to get
away from fighting. You're safe here.

A place can be safe
and still be a prison.

Where I come from, people are free
to come and go as they choose.

So are we.

Tell your father
that you would like to leave.

Tell him that you would like
to visit the klingon homeworld.

See what he says.

Why would I wanna go there?
It's dangerous.

Not any longer.

Ba'El, come here.

Yes, mother.

You are not allowed
to leave the compound?

Then I suppose I won't be seeing you
at the pond again.

I told you not to speak with him.

I'm sorry, mother.

Enter.

I am tokath.

I can return later
if I'm disturbing you.

It is a strange thing when the jailer
concerns himself

with his prisoner's comfort.

Mine is a strange prison.

You robbed the klingons
of who they were.

You dishonored them.

By not slitting their throats
when we found them unconscious?

I do not expect you to understand.

You are a romulan.

You're just like I'kor was
20 years ago.

Proud and angry.

He hated me.

All the klingons did.

And I had no love for them.
I won't deny it.

When I informed the high command

that the klingons
wanted to remain here,

I was told that unless I stayed
to oversee them myself,

they would be killed.

My decision
ended my military career.

Why did you do it?

I don't expect you to understand.

You're a klingon.

But I do expect you
to understand this.

We've put aside the old hatreds.

Here, romulans and klingons
live in peace.

I won't allow you to destroy
what we have.

Do not deceive yourself.

These people are not happy here.

I see the sadness in their eyes.

That's not what I see
when I look in my wife's eyes.

I married a klingon.

So you see, when I warn you
not to disrupt our lives here,

I'm not speaking just as a jailer

but as a man protecting his family.

Do not test my tolerance.

Do you know
what that song means?

I just like the melody.

Man: What was that?

Romulan 1: Stop.

Romulan 2: There.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 46759.2.

The yridian vessel lieutenant worf
boarded at deep space nine

has failed to arrive
for our scheduled rendezvous.

It is now 12 hours overdue.

Still no sign of them
on long-range scanners.

Contact ds nine.

Find out what they know
about this yridian trader.

Hopefully he filed a flight plan
before he left the station.

It's the only chance we have
of finding worf.

We haven't had to use
one of these for a long time.

It implants a small boridium pellet
underneath the skin.

We can use its energy signature
to track you.

In time, you will grow accustomed
to life here.

Never.

He is one of yours.

Deal with him however you like.

But I warn you,
if he becomes a disruption,

I will not be so tolerant.

Toq.

You guard him.

He is free to move around
inside the compound,

but make certain
he does not cause trouble.

What are you doing?

This is the mok'bara.

The form clears the mind

and centers the body.

No, like this.

First you must learn how to breathe.

Stand tall, as tall as you can.

Now, take a wider stance.

You must stop.

These forms are the basis
for klingon combat.

You would be wise to learn them.

I will teach you. Join us.

We'll see what I'kor thinks of this.

Ba'El: Mother?

She's not here. Come in.

This is what I wanted to show you.

I don't know why, but I'm not supposed
to look at these things.

They're klingon, aren't they?

I thought you might be able
to tell me about them.

This is a warrior's armor.

And this is a d'k tahg.

It should not be allowed
to rust like this.

Isn't it beautiful?

That is a jinaq.

It is given to a daughter
who has come of age,

old enough to take a mate.

Gi'ral: Ba'El.

- Mother.
- Put that away at once.

Why is she forbidden
to know what these things are?

They are not needed here.

Kahless held his father's lifeless body
in his arms.

He could not believe
what his brother had done.

Then his brother threw
their father's sword into the sea,

saying if he could not possess it,
neither would kahless.

That was the last time
the brothers would speak.

What happened to the sword?

Kahless looked into the sea
and wept.

For the sword is all he had left
of his father.

The ocean filled with his tears
and flooded over the shore.

That is impossible.

For you, perhaps.

Not kahless. He was a great warrior.

You're making it up.

These are our stories.

They tell us who we are.

It is late.

It is time to sleep.

Ba'El: Worf.

You never answered my question.

Did kahless
ever find his father's sword?

Yes, he found it.

The stories that you tell,
are they true?

I have studied them all of my life
and find new truths in them every time.

This kahless,
did he ever take a mate?

That is another story.

Tell me.

You are romulan.

Tokath is my father.

I thought you knew that.

How could your mother mate
with a romulan?

- Why shouldn't she?
- It is an obscenity.

What are you saying?
They love each other.

Romulans are treacherous, deceitful.

They are without honor.

My father is a good man.
He is kind and generous.

There is nothing dishonorable
about him.

He took part in a cowardly attack
at khitomer.

Thousands of klingons
were massacred,

many of them women and children.

I don't know
what you're talking about.

My father came here
to escape the wars.

He would never kill anybody.

Ask him. Ask your mother.

Tell them you want
to know the truth.

What is it, number one?

We've just received
the yridian's flight plan

from deep space nine.

He gets around.

He's been to three different systems
in this past week.

He could have left worf
at any one of them.

Are any of these systems
near romulan space?

Two of them, the nequencia
and the carraya systems.

- Let's head for the closer one.
- Aye, sir.

What do you want?

I am sorry if I upset you.

I was surprised. I became angry.

But I do not blame you.

You cannot help being what you are.

There is nothing wrong
with what I am.

No, what I mean
is it is not your fault.

What, being born?
I'm sorry if that offends you.

It is hard to explain.

Klingons and romulans
are blood enemies,

have been for centuries.

Not here. Here we live in peace.

But I don't live here.

Worf, before you knew,
you were attracted to me.

Can't you leave the hatred
behind too?

Can't you accept me as I am?

I do not know.

- Good set.
- Good try.

Come on.

Boy 1: Come on, toq.

Boy 2: Good roll. Boy 3: Hey.

Ha, ha. Boy 3: Nice.

Good. Boy 1: Okay.

Who's next? Who's next?

Boy 2: It's toq again.
Boy 1: Yeah.

Boy 3: Here, toq.

Okay?

Boy 2: Let's see...
Boy 3: Try again, toq.

Boy 2: Try again.

That is not how you play this game.

The qa'vak is not a game.

It hones the skills of the hunt.

The hunt?

We have replicators here.

Klingons do not hunt
because they need food.

The hunt is a ritual that reminds us
of where we come from.

I know where I came from,
right here.

It is a difficult skill to master.

Perhaps you are too young.

Your arm is strong.

But you need practice.

Hold your other arm like this
and aim along it.

Boy 2: Okay, ready.

Roii.

- Boy 2: Better.
- You learn quickly.

Perhaps it is time
to put your skills to the test.

What do you mean?

Come. I will take you on the hunt.

You are not allowed
to leave the compound.

They won't allow it.

I think they will.

Hunting?

Have you lost your mind?

The boy can come with me.

I cannot sit in the compound
like an old man.

I must practice my skills.

We can't let you out.

You've already tried
to escape once.

I give you my word as a warrior.

I will not try to escape.

Leave us. We have work to do.

He gave his word.

Are you seriously suggesting
that we open the gates

and let him wander free?

With only a boy as his guard?

Twenty-three years ago,
I gave you my word.

In all this time, have I ever broken it?

I told you he was yours to deal with.

If you want to take this risk,
the responsibility is yours.

You will go with him.

Take a weapon.

If he breaks his word
and tries to escape,

He is there.

The wind has shifted.

We must wait.

Why? We're so close.

Never approach your prey
from upwind.

The breeze will carry your scent.

The wind is shifting again.

I can't smell anything.

He is there.

How can you...?

I can smell it.

Remember the scent.

More than anything else,
it will guide you.

It is strong.

I cannot believe
I couldn't smell it before.

Let it work its way into your blood.

I can feel my heart pounding.

This is the moment
where life and death meet.

This is what we are.

Warriors.

I was never taught that.

There is much
you were never taught.

Aren't you hungry, I'kor?

Or are you upset because
your prisoner has not returned?

I should not have sent
the boy with him.

If he has been hurt, I...

Don't worry, my friend,
they'll come back.

After all, a warrior keeps his word,
isntthatso?

Father, if I wanted to visit romulus
or the klingon homeworld,

would I be allowed to go?

Tonight we eat well.

Get that off my table.

You do not kill an animal
unless you intend to eat it.

Get rid of it.

I intend to, tokath,

but not until it's cooked.

Today I learned the ritual hunt.

But that is not all I learned.

I discovered that warrior's blood
runs through my veins.

I do not know how or why,
but we have forgotten ourselves.

Our stories are not told.

Our songs are not sung.

Tonight, as we came home,
we sang a song of victory.

A song known only to me
as a lullaby.

But it is a warrior's song.

Fire streaks the heavens.

Battle has begun.

Well, worf, you've had quite an effect
on the young people.

I have done nothing more
than show them who they are.

No, you have shown them
what you want them to be.

Tell me this.

Do you know of any place,
any time in history

when klingons and romulans
have lived together in peace?

We have despised each other,
fought each other for centuries.

Except here,

on this remote planet,

romulans and klingons
live together in Harmony.

No government, no leader

has ever done
what I have done here.

And what about toq?

I saw what happened to him
when he caught the scent of his prey

on the wind.

For the first time in his life,
he felt powerful,

and that is what
he has been denied living here.

And that is what you have tried
to take away from him.

Now, you may be content to sit here
in the jungle and wither to old age,

but toq and the others have tasted
what it is to feel truly alive,

and they will not give that up now.

Enough of this.

We could talk all night
and not convince each other.

I offer you a choice.

Live with us as one of us...

- Or?
- Or I will have you

put to death.

Then that is what you will have to do.

Worf, consider this carefully.

That death will be honorable.

The young people will see
what it is to die as a klingon.

Enter.

Ba'El: Thank you.

I will remove the tracking device.

Then you can go over the wall
and hide in the jungle.

Why are you doing this?

My father is wrong.

No matter how I might feel about you,
you don't deserve to die.

I am not going to run away, ba'El.

They will kill you.

Yes, but they will not defeat me.

I don't understand you.

A klingon does not run away
from his battles.

Is that really the lesson
you want us to learn?

You've taught us a great deal,
awakened something inside us

that we never knew existed.

But I don't understand
what we can learn from your death.

Then you do not yet understand
what it is to be klingon.

Worf,

in spite of everything
that's happened, I still sense that...

That you care for me.

Am I wrong?

You talk so much
about being a warrior,

about honor and death.

Is it so hard to speak of love?

Worf, please.

I would not have thought it possible
to love a romulan.

But you do.

Well, if you've come that far,
can't you take it one more step?

Can't you stay here with us?
With me?

If there were a way,
I would take you away with me.

If there is anything
that I've learned from you,

from your reaction to me,
it's that I have no place out there.

Other klingons
will not accept me for what I am.

And if I stay here, these klingons
will not accept me for what I am.

Why did you come here?

We were so happy.

We didn't know that there was
anything missing in our lives.

Worf: Ba'El...

Goodbye, worf.

I know that there are those
among you

who may question
what I am about to do.

And you would not be wrong
to do so.

I have questioned myself.

I have spent the night
considering my decision,

challenging myself to justify
whether it is right.

And I have reached the conclusion
that it is absolutely necessary

to put this man to death.

What we have built together
would be destroyed by this man.

And I cannot allow that to happen.

I give you one last chance
to accept our way of life.

Those are eloquent words, tokath.

But the truth is I am being executed

because I brought
something dangerous

to your young people.

Knowledge.

Knowledge of their origins,

knowledge of the real reasons
you are here in this camp.

The truth is a threat to you.

Enough.

Stand ready.

Raise your weapons.

Father... toq: Stop this!

If you kill him,
you will have to kill me.

Step aside, toq.

Worf would rather die
than accept this way of life.

And so would I.

I want to leave, as do many others.

You will have to kill us
to keep us here.

You see, tokath?

It is already too late.

I'm warning you.

Move aside now.

Stand ready.

Toq, move away.

Take aim.

Long ago, when your captives
asked to stay here,

our hope was to avoid dishonoring
our children on the homeworld.

But perhaps over the years,

we lost sight of our children
that we raised here.

This is our prison.

It should not be theirs.

Years ago,
your parents made a great sacrifice

for the sake of their families.

Today they do so again.

For that, we must honor them.

You must promise them
never to reveal their secret.

No one must know of this place.

A supply ship's due in a few days.

They will take us.

When they arrive,
tokath will explain it to them.

Then we will start a new life.

Picard:
Captain's log, supplemental.

Our search for lieutenant worf
was cut short

when we received
a cryptic message from him

requesting a rendezvous
with a romulan vessel.

He has informed us
we will be taking on passengers.

It's good to see you.

He seems fine.

We're giving everyone
a thorough checkup in sickbay.

Thank you, doctor.

Welcome home, Mr. Worf.

Thank you, sir.

Picard to bridge.

Signal the romulan ship
that the last group is on board.

Riker: Aye, sir.

You found what you were
looking for, Mr. Worf?

No, sir. There was no prison camp.

Those young people
are survivors of a vessel

that crashed in the carraya system
four years ago.

No one survived khitomer.

I understand.