All language subtitles for Star.Trek.DS9.s02e06.Melora

Medical Log, Stardate 47229.1.

Chief O'Brien and I
have been working overtime

to prepare for the arrival
of a new cartographer.

Ensign Melora Pazlar is the
first Elaysian to join Starfleet

and, as such, requires
special accommodations.

I haven't seen one
of these in 300 years.

I'm surprised
it was even on file

in the replicator's data bank.

It isn't.

Ensign Pazlar sent me
the specifications.

She really uses one like this?

Her normal anti-grav unit
isn't going to work here.

Same problem we had with
the Starfleet cargo lifts.

Cardassian construction
just isn't compatible.

Ops to Bashir.

The Yellowstone has just
docked at Airlock 14, Doctor.

We're on our way.

Just think of what she's gone
through to get here, Jadzia.

What it must be like
to adjust to our gravity

after growing up on a planet
with such low surface gravity.

Doctor, we've done
the best we can with the ramps.

The Cardassians obviously
didn't have her in mind

when they built this place.

Well, I've managed to modify
the maximum vertical clearance

of the chair three centimeters,
to a slope of 56 degrees.

Well, that still leaves
a lot of places

around here
she won't have access to.

Can't we just use
the transporter

to help her get around?

It makes sense to me

but she sent word that it
wasn't acceptable to her.

I wonder why.

I know exactly why.

She went through Academy
the same way.

Once her basic needs are met

she refuses
any special assistance.

She's extraordinary.

You make it sound as though
you've known her for years.

I almost feel as though I have.

I've pulled all her personnel
and medical files to get ready.

Her quarters...
they're ready, aren't they?

I've got the bumps on the head
to prove it.

Thanks, Chief.

Let me know if there's
anything else I can do.

That'll be something to see...
when we switch off the gravity

and she flies around the room.

Ensign Melora Pazlar
reporting for duty.

Welcome to DS9, Ensign.

I'm Chief Science Officer
Jadzia Dax

and this is...

Dr. Bashir,
we spoke on subspace.

Good to meet you in person.

I see you have my trolley car
ready to go.

As requested.

Can I help?

I'm fine, thank you.

That's better.

You've modified it.

Yes, I wanted to give you
as much mobility as I could.

I've been practicing

on the model
I requested for a month.

Well, it's no problem.

We can replicate
the other design.

No, I'll just have to adapt.

I will be accompanying you
on your survey mission.

I really don't think that'll be
necessary, Lieutenant.

I'm perfectly capable
of piloting a runabout.

Commander Sisko
thought that it...

I'm sure he thought
what every officer

I've ever served with
has thought...

that I need extra help
to get the job done.

Please tell him I don't.

Commander Sisko
wouldn't allow any Ensign

to take a runabout
into the Gamma Quadrant

the day after she arrives.

I'm sure
the Chief Science Officer

has more important
things to do

than chart a sector
in the Gamma Quadrant.

Um, here we are.

You didn't modify
the specifications

I gave you for my quarters,
did you?

Not one iota.

You can control the gravity unit
with this device.

If you'd care to try it out...

Thank you, I will.

It was a pleasure
meeting both of you.

Paltriss only created
80 of them, each a...

a work of art.

And I've come into
the possession of 42.

Forty-two?

My world will honor your name

for returning
the rings of Paltriss

to his birthplace.

Honor my name all you like

as long as your honor
is accompanied

by 199 bars
of gold-pressed latinum.

I heard you drive
a hard bargain.

Shall we celebrate
our closing the deal

with another drink?

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

We're not open yet

but if you'll come back in...

Have another drink on me.

Fallit Kot, is it really you?

How long has it been?

Eight years.
Eight long years.

Oh, it can't be.

I must say, you look terrific.

Tanned, toned up...

all that baby fat
has disappeared

from your face.

You don't keep extra weight on
where I've been.

Just passing through are you?

I bet you have business
in the Gamma Quadrant.

You always had a sharp eye
for fresh territory.

Oh, I'm not going
to the Gamma Quadrant.

My business is
right here with you.

With me?

That's right.

I've come to kill you, Quark.

I've gone through
her mission profile

and she certainly seems
to know what she's doing.

Nevertheless, this is

her first deep
space assignment.

And it doesn't make
sense to me to...

Here she is.

Welcome, Ensign.

I'm Commander Benjamin Sisko.

Am I late?

No, not at all.

It looked as though the meeting
had already begun.

Dax and Bashir
were just telling me

about your request
to pilot a runabout alone.

Wouldn't it have
been more appropriate

to include me
in that conversation?

I was getting a briefing

by my senior officers, Ensign.

We discuss personnel
matters all the time.

I'm sorry if I seem
overly sensitive

but I'm used to being shut out
of the "Melora problem."

The truth is, there is
no "Melora problem"

until people create one.

This may sound ungrateful

because Dr. Bashir has
been wonderfully helpful

in the preparations
for my arrival

but frankly, I wonder
why a medical opinion

is necessary
in this discussion.

Julian knows more
of your capabilities

than any of us.

I don't need a medical opinion
to tell me my own capabilities.

- Ensign...
- I simply object

to being treated
like someone who is ill.

I don't see anybody doing that.

Try sitting in the
chair, Commander.

No one can understand
until they sit in the chair.

I've been in one chair
or another

since I left my home world.

My family gave me this cane.

It's made from the wood
of a garlanic tree.

They had no idea
what it would be like

to live off-world

in what you consider
"normal" gravity.

Only a handful of Elaysians
have ever left home

but I always knew
that I had to be one of them.

I dreamt about exploring
the stars as a child

and I wasn't going to allow
any... handicap...

not a chair,
not a Cardassian station...

to stop me
from chasing that dream.

You must feel
a great deal of pride

about everything
you've achieved.

And I've achieved that,
Commander

without being dependent
on anybody.

To be honest,
I prefer to work alone.

It's simply easier for me.

I am not comfortable

sending you alone
into the Gamma Quadrant.

Sir... I can focus
on the job better.

I-I can work at my own pace
without being a bother

to anyone else.

Lieutenant Dax will
be going with you.

Yes, sir.

When do you wish to leave,
Lieutenant?

Your schedule is fine with me.

Then tomorrow at 0730.

Is it working?

The low-grav
field actuator.

I just heard it go off.

It's working fine.

So you were just...

Oh, um... for me

it's like slipping
into a hot tub

at the end of a long day.

Really?

I'm a shower man, myself.

Look at this.

Is this your husband?

Boyfriend?

Doctor, if you came
for an apology...

I apologize.

Apology?

My speech wasn't intended
to attack you personally.

I'm sure you never set out
to attack anyone personally

but you do seem to attack a lot.

That's rather insensitive
of you, Doctor.

Julian.

I'm no longer your doctor.

I see.

You've decided I need a friend.

Ooh, was that an attack?

You see, you do it so well,
with such charm

it's hard to tell.

I really don't mean to...

Sure you do.

I beg your pardon?

Of course you mean to.

All of these broad shots
you fire...

they're just your way

of keeping the rest of the
universe on the defensive.

Has to be.

You're too good at it.

Well, uh...

it always seemed to work
pretty well.

Until now.

Well, that is the nicest thing
you've said to me.

Or anybody else.

Are you hungry?

I came here

thinking about
asking you to dinner.

Then afterwards,
we'll go dancing

I suppose.

Ooh, Red Alert.

I'm sorry.

Well, come on.

There's a new Klingon
restaurant open on the Promenade

if... you like
that sort of thing.

All right.

Dinner is served.

I didn't
order dinner.

What better way to mollify...

satisfy a hungry traveler

than with a delicious
home-cooked meal?

Starting with a delicate
Vak clover soup.

Why spoil your appetite
with soup?

Here's the real treat.

Jumbo Vulcan mollusks
sautéed in rhombolian butter...

a taste so exquisite,
it's to die for.

Uh...

or to live for, for that matter.

Do you know dabo, Fallit?

It's a wonderfully
entertaining game

and easy to learn.

I took the liberty of lining up

a couple
of excellent tutors I know.

Be sure to ask them

about their "double down"
betting strategy.

If I haven't made it clear,
I intend your stay here

to be as pleasurable
as you could ever imagine.

So...

allow me to propose a toast.

To...

old friends.

Old debts.

Gagh Tek Or?

Shall I order for us both?

All right.

Um, let's see now.

We'll have some racht,
of course.

Racht...

And a double order

of gladst, no sauce, please.

Gladst... usu bal.

And a side order
of zilm'kach.

Is that too much for two?

Zilm'kach.

Drak doo.

May I?

Don't be alarmed.

Excuse me, Julian,
I can't eat this.

I know how it looks, but...

P'kar tel Durg Le Frakn'I?

Dug a bul, rah'tar!

D'tel klop a bul!

Pak't pol!

D'kar tel G'denna!

I like a customer
who knows what she wants.

G'denna.

There's nothing worse
than half-dead racht.

Gagh Tek Or!

I was ten.

My father was
a Federation diplomat

on Invernia II.

One day, when we were

out on a remote
part of the planet

we were hit
by a massive ionic storm

and while we were
waiting it out

we found an Invernian girl,
about my age, who was sick.

After the storm cleared,
my father went for help

but it was too late.

I sat there and watched her die.

The next day, when he returned

his guide told us that we
could have treated her

with a simple herb
that was growing all around.

I could have saved her life.

And so you started
to study medicine.

Actually, first
I started to study tennis.

Tennis?

I really thought I could
make a career out of it.

You must be very good.

Well, I used to think so

but then I went to my
first major competition.

My opponent served first

and I heard the ball
bounce past me.

The computer announced
it was good

and I realized
I was in trouble.

Turned out, I had more talent
at medicine than tennis.

Well, I, um, have
an early mission tomorrow.

I better get some rest.

Of course.

Dax to Pazlar.

Computer,
level-1 security access.

Ensign Pazlar?

Computer, locate
Ensign Melora Pazlar.

Docking Level 22, Section 14.

Section 14?

We need to get you
to the Infirmary.

It's my own fault.

I decided...

I could use an extra
astrometric array

after going through
the mission profile again.

I came to the storage
bay to get one.

My mind was already
in the Gamma Quadrant.

I wasn't... paying
enough attention

to what I was doing.

I guess my boot

didn't make the lip
of the door.

I fell on my controls.

Dax to Bashir.

Ensign Pazlar's had
a, uh, minor accident.

We need to see you
in the Infirmary.

Acknowledged.
I'll be there in three minutes.

What kind of an architect
would deliberately design

a raised rim
at the entrance to every door?

So much for the dangers
of the Gamma Quadrant.

I didn't even make it there.

You will.

There's no concussion.

You can reschedule
your mission for tomorrow.

It was so...

Flopping back and forth
like a broken toy.

I didn't want anyone
to find me like that

but I couldn't
get up by myself.

Why didn't you wait for Dax

before you went into an area
that was unmodified with ramps?

I didn't need Dax

if I'd just paid attention.

Melora...

no one on this station
is completely independent.

In space, we all depend
on one another to some degree.

I just want you all to know
that you can depend on me.

You've proven that.

Now what do the rest of us
have to do to convince you?

Of what?

That you can depend on us.

Have you ever heard of the work
Nathaniel Teros did

with low gravity species
30 years ago?

Neuromuscular adaptation.

It had no practical
success at all.

No, but the principles
were sound

and a lot of progress
has been made

in neurochemistry since then.

You think some day
I could throw away the chair?

Theoretically... perhaps.

Would you like to come in?

Oh, no, I know
how much you look forward

to turning down the gravity.

Don't let that stop you.

You may want to brace yourself
until you get used to it.

Come on, Julian.

What do I do?

Just give a gentle push.

It's easy.

Oh... oh... oh...

Oh, oh... Oh!

This is astonishing!

I can't tell you how curious
I was about this.

Oh.

Most people are.

Sometimes they make me feel
like a carnival attraction.

So usually I prefer
to keep everyone out.

Well, thank you...
for letting me in.

He's my brother.

Who?

Oh.

Setting course 28 mark 142.

Confirmed.

Computer...
any Vulcan études on file?

Affirmative.

If you have no objections.

Computer, play us
something by Delvok.

Delvok never seems Vulcan to me.

There's too much... emotion
in his music.

It's pretty.

Tell me something, Lieutenant...

you think there's room
for... romance in Starfleet?

I think so.

You've made it work?

Mmm, now and then.

I mean really work.

Oh... really work.

Yes.

Well, for that,
I'd have to go back, um...

150 years.

Oh...

that's a long time.

Could it be that Dr. Bashir's
bedside manner has won you over?

Our species are just
so... different.

Since when has that
ever stopped anyone?

I knew
a hydrogen-breathing lothra

who fell hopelessly in love
with an Oxygene.

You're kidding.

How could they even be
in the same room?

40 minutes a day without
their breathing apparatus.

That's all.

57 years they were together.

What-What about...
career conflicts?

Two friends of mine
from the Academy got engaged

even though they knew
they were being assigned

to different starships.

Subspace relationships?

Mm-hmm.

Oh, that's a tough one.

They may not be together
for a year or more

and even then
for only a few weeks.

Love across light-years...
it's just so...

It lacks intimacy.

You could say that.

I finish my mission here,
I move on to the next one.

What kind of future is that
for a romance?

Look at the alternative.

I guess.

Oh, it's you.

Don't be so happy to see me.

All right, I won't.

Odo, there's
a desperate criminal

on board the station.

You wouldn't be talking
about Fallit Kot

who just finished eight years
at a labor camp

for hijacking a shipment
of Romulan ale

and whose name appears
right next to yours

on the original indictment?

I had nothing to do
with the hijacking itself.

I was only the, uh... middleman.

Trafficking in stolen goods
should have been enough

to get you your own cell
at that Romulan camp.

Unless, of course,
you sold out your partner.

I can honestly say
justice was served.

I would imagine Fallit Kot

is looking for his own
kind of justice now.

He threatened to kill me.

What?

Nothing.

Just a passing thought.

Odo, he means it.

Nothing I do
seems to change his mind.

You've got to do something.

I'll do my job, Quark.

Yeah.

Unfortunately.

Racht, anyone?

I've been waiting for you.

I've got something to show you.

What is it?

It's a computer model
of an elevated neural output

from the brain's
gross motor cortex.

It's stimulating

acetylcholine absorption
to increase tensile strength.

The neuromuscular
adaptation theory?

It was theory 30 years ago

but with the development
of neo-analeptic transmitters

it's not even that complicated.

It's just
that no one's ever gone back

to reexamine the ideas
of Nathaniel Teros.

Until now.

This...

could actually work?

No more servo controls.

No more chair.

Have I done something wrong?

Not that I'm aware of.

We have something in common.

We do?

I don't like Quark either...

but I can't let you kill him.

Kill him?

Did he tell you
I was going to do that?

I know of your history together.

Let bygones be bygones,
I always say.

And I always say you can
tell a man's intentions

by the way he walks.

How do I walk?

Like someone carrying a lot
of weight on his shoulders.

Must be the memory
of those Romulan bricks

I carried for eight years.

Must be.

But you can't lock a man up
for the way he walks, can you?

Well?

I'd say he's a man
with nothing to lose.

As opposed to me.

I have no reason to hold him
for now and he knows it.

I'll watch him the best I can

but I suggest you carry
a combadge with you

at all times.

Call me at the first
sign of trouble.

What if the first sign
is the last sign?

You people sell
pieces of yourself

after you die, don't you?

Yes.

I'll buy one.

My heart is pounding.

I'd like to think that
has more to do with me

than the neo-analeptic infusion.

Would that also explain
why my backside is getting warm?

Well, that's more likely
the result

the neuromuscular
tissue stimulation

due to the increased activity
in the motor cortex.

I'd say that's enough
first time out.

It's good that you've already

been using your muscles
in this gravity environment.

It'll make it easier to adapt.

Feel any different?

No.

Nothing at all?

I'm sorry, Julian.

The acetylcholine absorption

is precisely
at 14% %% above normal.

Increased tensile strength
would be the inevitable result.

Julian?

I can lift my leg.

Your neural pathways
are beginning to adapt.

Endurance and coordination
might take a while

but we should have you walking
within the hour.

How's the upgrade coming?

We've been able to get it
to about 70% %%

of what we'd get
with a standard EPS

but it looks like
that's going to be...

Well, I'll be damned.

I wanted to give you

our first day's mission summary
myself, Commander.

A pleasure, Ensign.

Julian, how did you, uh...?

Oh, it was simply a matter
of increasing the output

on the brain's motor cortex.

Someone else's research,
actually.

I just dotted the I's
and crossed the T's.

Well, you'll get your name

in the medical journals
for this one.

Yeah, I know, I...

Julian...

I don't know
how to tell you this

but I'm not sure
I can make it...

Easy does it now.

It's just the first day's
treatment beginning to wear off.

Thank you.

Nothing to be concerned about.

Look, I better get you
back to your quarters.

I want you to get a good
night's rest tonight.

Oh, thank you.

Habitat Ring, Level 14.

With each progressive treatment,
you should get stronger

and the effects
should last longer.

What about this?

A low-grav environment now

would really confuse
your motor cortex.

I understand.

Julian...

You let me fly
for the first time.

I let you walk.

We're even.

I'll see you in the morning.

Lights.

Computer, turn on...

Quark to Odo...

No one can hear you, Quark.

It's just you and me.

Fallit.

Oh, I wasn't prepared
to entertain this evening

but make yourself at home.

Oh, I already have.

What's mine is yours.

All you have to do is ask.

I'm tired of your gifts, Quark.

All I want
is your miserable life.

Wait!
Everything's negotiable.

Believe me...

I'm worth much more
to you alive.

How's that?

How does 199 bars

of gold-pressed latinum
sound to you?

It's a start.

The mattress felt like rocks

and every one of my muscles
ached all night long.

You'll adjust to that
after a few more treatments.

This time the effects
should last for several hours.

Exactly when does this
become irreversible?

Melora...
if you're not certain...

No, I'm sure it's just

some strange form
of buyer's remorse.

I'll be fine.

Tell me exactly
what you're feeling.

Last night, I just missed...

I didn't feel like me.

If you want to end
your dependence

on the chair
and the servo controls

you're going to have to give up
the low-grav environment.

You knew
that that was the trade-off.

And it seemed like a good trade.

Until I realized
I couldn't do it anymore.

If I could just spend...

I'm just concerned
that going back and forth

could ultimately lead
to a loss of fine motor control.

Meaning?

Your ability to perform
complex tasks

could be affected.

The effects are fully reversible
for the next few days.

We can pull the plug
at any time before then.

But after that, if all goes well

your motor cortex impulses
will kick in on their own.

Permanently.

It's starting to wear off again.

I don't understand myself.

How could I possibly
have second thoughts?

This would mean
real independence.

It's everything
I ever wished for.

But then I start
to think about home

and how I won't ever
be able to go back.

Well, maybe just
for a short visit

but... never really go back.

The Little Mermaid.

Mermaid?

It's an Earth fable
by Hans Christian Andersen.

She trades
her magical life under the sea

for a pair of legs
to walk on land.

Didn't she live
happily ever after?

Ashrok.
Right on time.

May I present my longtime
business partner, Fallit Kot.

For your inspection.

Exquisite.

Then our transaction
is complete.

Not quite.

I'll be taking them, too.

They warned me about you!

Not true!

A deal is a deal...
Rule of Acquisition Number 16.

Kot...

you got what you came for.

Now let's be reasonable.

Pick it up.
Pick it up!

Move!
Hurry up!

Move! Move!

Let's go.

Priority-1 Security
to Level 22, Section 5.

I'm sure Julian
would understand.

Besides, he can still
publish the results

from your first treatments.

Both of you...
back in the ship.

Let's go!

Move it!

Come on, move it!

Now, get us out of here.

He's already shot a man.

Do as he says.

I'll just wait in the back.

In the front,
where I can see you.

There... hurry up.

I'm moving as fast as I can!

She's an Elaysian.

She needs motor support
in our gravity.

They're in the Orinoco.

Docking clamps have been
released, thrusters engaged.

Ready a tractor beam,
open a channel.

Open.

This is
Commander Benjamin Sisko.

Return to the station at once.

No reply.

Engage the tractor beam.

They've locked onto us
with the tractor beam.

Open the channel
to that Commander of yours.

Release this ship
or I'll kill a hostage.

I'm willing to negotiate
your freedom

but first release those...

Didn't you hear
what I just said?

No, I have something special
in mind for you.

Do I make myself clear?

Release the ship now.

Doctor, Chief... with me.

Beam us to the Rio Grande.

Give us ten seconds

and then disengage
the tractor beam.

Understood.

Energizing.

They've released us.

Through the wormhole.

What was that?

I'm not sure.

What was it?

Another ship coming
through the wormhole.

Take us to warp.

We haven't even
set a course yet.

I don't care about the course,
just go to warp.

If we don't set a course

we could warp ourselves
into oblivion.

Fine, set a course.

Just get us out of here.

They're powering up
their warp drive.

Stay with them.

Engaging warp engines.

Can we beam them
aboard at warp?

I wouldn't recommend that.

Get the phasers ready.

I'm not going
to fire at them.

Oh, you'll do it or you'll die.

It's your choice.

Fine.

Then I hope
you can fly this ship.

Just sit down
and do what I told you. Now.

Quark, how well
do you know this man?

We've been friends for years,
not counting today.

Well I suggest you
explain to him

that Starfleet
isn't going to give up

and stop chasing us.

That's true, Fallit.

You don't know
these Starfleet types.

Then we'll all die.

Great, we escape and he's got

something "special"
planned for me.

We don't escape

and I just die
with everyone else.

I'm I missing
a choice here, Fallit?

Be quiet, Quark.

They've dropped out of warp.

Go to impulse.

Sir, their gravity
generators are off.

Melora's alive.

Gravity's been reinstated.

All engines are down.

Come on, Doctor.

I think we have the situation
in hand, Commander.

Sisko to Rio Grande.

Everything's under control.

We're going home.

Aye, Commander.

Setting course for the wormhole.

Why didn't the phaser kill me?

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe all the neurostimulants

we've been pumping
into your body.

That's what I was
wondering, too.

You know, it might make

an interesting side
effect to the treatment.

It's worth exploring...

Julian... I'm not going ahead
with the treatments.

Well, you can always
try it again someday

if you change your mind.

I don't think I will.

I like being independent.

But to give up everything I am
to walk... on land...

well, I might be
more independent

but I wouldn't
be Elaysian anymore.

I'm not sure what I'd be.

Besides, maybe independence
isn't all it's cracked up to be.

I kind of like how it feels

to be dependent on someone
for a change.

And I'm glad you
got me to unlock

the doors to my quarters

so I could finally let someone
into my life.

So am I.

Aler acht'jar,
Aler acht'jar

T'lembda boool-gah toh-gal

Aler acht'jar,
Aler acht'jar

T'lembda boool-gah
to lohh...

Oh, you must be exhausted.

Uh, if you don't want to stay...

No, let's just sit
a while and listen.

Rom ara Rom Rom-rom

T'el Do'a, Do'a...

I want to remember all of this.

Rom ara Rom Rom-rom...

Rom ara Rom Rom-rom...