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There he is! Let's get him.

Come on.

Verifying materialization sequence.

Bring up resolution on radar unit 12.

- Area 7 to Command.
- Go ahead.

We could use another survey team
out here, sir.

Base to Ensign McCauley
and Ensign Gilles.

Please report to Area 7
and assist the edaphology team.

Acknowledged.

Transferring anthropometric data files
to secondary processor.

- Ethnographic studies indicate 97%...
- The ecological analysis...

Still working on correlating
that unidentified...

The comparative linguistic analysis
is complete, sir.

Admiral Dougherty is waiting for this.
Transmit it to the ship.

Alert! Area 12!

- The android, he's out of control.
- Report.

He's headed toward the village.
We're trying to stop him.

Over there!

Magnify.

Hold your fire.

What is it? What's happening?

Base to Commander Data.

Rerouting micro-hydraulic
power distribution.

- Regulating thermal overload.
- Data, report to Base immediately!

Transferring positronic matrix functions.
Engaging secondary protocol.

He's trying to remove the headpiece.

All field units, intercept the android.

Artim, Artim, it's all right.

Get inside. Now.

Find shelter. Everyone, get inside. Now.
Back to your homes! Move it!

Now! Move!

Secondary protocol is active.

- They can see him.
- Stop him! Now!

Commander Data, stand down.
That's an order! I repeat, stand down!

Who are they?

It's an M-Class planet.
Population, 300 million.

- Say the greeting again.
- Yew-cheen chef-faw.

Emphasis on the "cheen" and the "faw."

You either need a new uniform
or a new neck.

My collar size is exactly as it was
at the Academy.

Of course it is.

Our guests have arrived.

They are eating the floral arrangements
on the banquet tables.

I guess they don't believe in cocktails
before dinner.

Oh, my God! Are they vegetarian?
That's not in there.

Perhaps we should have the chef
whip up a light balsamic vinaigrette,

something that goes well
with chrysanthemums.

- Bridge to Captain Picard.
- Go ahead, Ensign.

Command wants to know our ETA
at the Goren system.

The Goren system?

They need us to mediate
some territorial dispute.

No, no.

We can't delay the archeological
expedition to Hanoran II.

That'll put us right in the middle
of the monsoon season.

- Captain.
- Thank you.

The diplomatic corps is busy
with Dominion negotiations.

Yes. So they need us
to put out one more brush fire.

Can anyone remember
when we used to be explorers?

- Deck 10.
- Yew-cheen chef-faw.

Remember, they have a significantly
less advanced technology than ours.

They only achieved warp drive last year.

And the Federation Council decided
to make them a protectorate so quickly.

In view of our losses
to the Borg and the Dominion,

the Council feels we need all the allies
we can get these days.

Captain on deck.

You'll be expected to dance
with the Regent Cuzar.

- Can she mambo?
- Very funny.

The Captain used to cut quite a rug.

La Forge to Picard.

Captain, I need to talk to you
before the reception.

- Captain. Doctor.
- Mr. Worf!

- Worf.
- What the hell are you doing here?

- I was at the Manzar colony...
- He's a little late, Geordi.

- Can it wait?
- I don't think so.

Excuse me.
Tell him that I'm already here,

and I'll talk to him when he arrives.
Mr. Worf, I have...

Geordi, the Captain would like you
to come up here.

Tell him we've received a communiqu�
from Admiral Dougherty. It's about Data.

Yew-cheen chef-faw, Regent Cuzar.
Welcome aboard the Enterprise.

Captain Picard,

may I welcome you in the time-honored
tradition of my people?

We are so honored to be accepted
within the great Federation family.

- We have a dance later, I believe.
- I look forward to it.

- Counselor.
- Nice bead work.

Captain. Excuse me. Captain.

Captain, Admiral Dougherty
is aboard a Son'a ship in Sector 441.

- He's requesting Data's schematics.
- Is something wrong?

The message doesn't say.

Data should have been back by now.

They were only scheduled to observe
the Ba'ku village for one week.

Geordi, would you set up
a secure comm link

- with the Admiral in the anteroom?
- Aye, sir.

Captain, Hars Adislo.

We met
at the Nel Bato Conference last year.

Did you ever have a chance
to read my paper

on thermionic transconductance?

Would you excuse me?

He's not acknowledging
any Starfleet protocols,

not responding to any of our hails.

Have you any idea
what precipitated this behavior?

None. Now he's holding our people
hostage down there.

Well, the Enterprise could be
at your position in two days, Admiral.

That's probably not a good idea.

Your ship hasn't been fitted
for this region.

There are environmental concerns.

What kind of concerns?

We haven't fully identified
the anomalies yet.

They're calling this whole area
the Briar Patch.

Took us a day to reach a location

where we could even get a signal
to you.

Just get me Data's schematics.
I'll keep you informed. Dougherty out.

- His emotion chip?
- He didn't take it with him.

- Send the Admiral Data's schematics.
- Aye, sir.

- Yes, sir?
- Ensign, would you report to the galley

and tell the chef to skip the fish course?

Aye, sir.

I would like our guests to depart
as soon as etiquette allows.

I'm going to ask Worf to delay his return
to DS9 so that he can join us.

We're gonna stop by Sector 441
on our way to the Goren system.

- They are in opposite directions, sir.
- Are they?

I never should have let you talk me
into that duck blind in the first place.

Your Federation procedures
have made this mission

ten times as difficult as it needed to be.

Our procedures were in place
to protect the planet's population

from unnecessary risk.

Planet's population, 600 people.

If you want to avoid unnecessary risks,
next time, leave your android at home.

Bridge to Ahdar Ru'afo.
We are approaching the planet.

Take us into a high orbit.

Lie down, Admiral.
The girls'll take 20 years off your face.

- Another time, perhaps.
- Your self-restraint puzzles me, Admiral.

You continue to deny yourself
every benefit this mission has to offer.

I prefer to wait
until we can share the benefits

with all the people of the Federation.

- Report.
- Phaser blast. Unknown origin.

Raise shields.

- Take us out of orbit.
- Photon torpedoes. Brace for impact.

- The vessel has broken off pursuit, sir.
- Visual contact.

That's our ship.

Captain, we're about to lose
all communications with Starfleet.

Do you have everything you need
from Command?

I've downloaded all the files
on the duck blind mission

- and the Son'a.
- You have two days to become experts.

Mr. Worf, our job is to come up
with a plan to safely capture Data.

I've already had Commander La Forge
modify this tricorder

with one of Data's actuation servos.

Its operational range is only 4 meters,
but it will shut him down.

Good to have you back, Mr. Worf.

Slow to one-third. Take us in.

Half a century ago,
they conquered two primitive races,

the Tarlac and the Ellora,

and then integrated them
into their culture as a labor class.

Look at this.

The Son'a are known to have produced

mass quantities
of the narcotic ketracel-white.

Their ships are rumored
to be equipped

with isolytic subspace weapons

outlawed by
the Second Khitomer Accord.

Why would we be involved
with these people?

Good question.

- You haven't done that in a long time.
- What?

- What you're doing to my neck.
- Was I doing something to your neck?

Bridge to Commander Worf.

- Worf!
- Captain.

I don't know how they do it
on Deep Space Nine,

but on the Enterprise,
we still report for duty on time.

- Sorry, sir. I'm on my way.
- We'll skip the court-martial this time.

Picard out.

When was the last time
we aligned the torque sensors?

- Two months ago, sir.
- They don't sound right.

The torque sensors
are out of alignment by 12 microns.

You could hear that?

When I was an ensign, I could detect
a three-micron misalignment.

Excuse me, sir. The Son'a ship
with Admiral Dougherty aboard

has entered tracking range.

Straighten your baldric, Commander.
On screen.

Captain, I wasn't expecting you.

This is too important for the Enterprise
to be on the sidelines, Admiral.

I wish I had better news.

Commander Data attacked us
in a mission scout ship yesterday.

Ru'afo and I have decided
to send in an assault team.

Commander Worf and I are working
on several tactical plans to see...

Your android has turned
dangerously violent, Captain.

Considerable damage was done
to my ship. He must be destroyed.

I know what Data means to Starfleet,
Jean-Luc,

but our crew is at the mercy
of those people on the planet.

If our first attempt to capture Data fails,

I will terminate him.

I should be the one to do it.
I'm his captain and his friend.

All right, you have 12 hours, Captain.
Then I want you out of the Briar Patch.

In the meantime,
we'll head out to the perimeter

to call for Son'a reinforcements
in case you fail.

- Understood.
- Good luck, Captain. Dougherty out.

Sensors are not picking up any ships
coming from the surface.

Transmit a wideband covariant signal.
That ought to get his attention.

He must be using the planet's rings
to mask his approach.

The metaphasic radiation from the rings
is in a state of extreme flux.

We'll steer clear of those.

Come out, come out, wherever you are

Sir?

That's something that my mother...

Hold on.

Open all hailing frequencies.

Data, this is Captain Picard.

Data, please respond.

If we fire tachyon bursts,

it might force him
to reset his shield harmonics.

- When he does, we can beam him out.
- Make it so.

Direct hit.
He's resetting his shield harmonics.

Beam him out.

- He has activated a transport inhibitor.
- Prepare to enter the atmosphere.

We'll use the ionospheric boundary
to shake him.

Scanners are off-line.

Evasive maneuvers,
heading 1-4-0 mark 3-1.

He can fly a ship.
He can anticipate tactical strategies.

Clearly his brain is functioning.

We've seen how he responds to threats.
I wonder how he would respond...

Mr. Worf,
do you know Gilbert and Sullivan?

No, sir, I have not had a chance
to meet all the new crew members

since I have been back.

They're composers, Worf,
from the 19th century.

Data was rehearsing a production
of H.M.S. Pinafore just before he left.

A British tar is a soaring soul

As free as a mountain bird

His energetic fist
should be ready to resist

A dictatorial word

Sing, Worf, sing.

His nose should pant

And his lip should curl

His cheeks should flame

And his brow should furl

His bosom should heave

And his heart should glow

And his fist be ever ready
for a knockdown blow

His nose should pant
And his lip should curl

His cheeks should flame
and his brow should furl

His bosom should heave
and his heart should glow

And his fist be ever ready
for a knockdown blow

Prepare the docking clamps.

His eyes should flash with an inborn fire

His brow with scorn be wrung

He never should bow down
to a domineering frown

- Or the tang of a tyrant tongue
- Or the tang of a tyrant tongue

His heart should stamp

And his throat should growl

His hair should curl

And his face should scowl

His eyes should flash

And his breast protrude

And this should be
his customary attitude

His foot should stamp
And his throat should growl

His hair should curl and his face...

Inertial coupling is exceeding tolerance.

If we do not release him,
he may destroy both vessels.

I'm not letting go of him.

- We must stabilize the damping field.
- Reroute emergency power

to inertial dampers.

The auto-sequencer was damaged
by phaser fire.

Transferring controls to manual.

Power sequence realigned.
Engaging stabilizers.

- Damping field established.
- Maximum power.

Now, Mr. Worf.

Captain, Commander Data is safely
in custody.

Captain, Subahdar Gallatin,
Son'a Command.

Lieutenant Curtis,
attach� to Admiral Dougherty.

- Are you all right?
- We've been treated extremely well.

They have incredible mental discipline,
clarity of perception.

- My name is Sojef.
- Jean-Luc Picard.

These are my officers,
Dr. Crusher, Counselor Troi.

- Would you like something to eat?
- No, we're here to rescue them.

As you wish, but I would ask you
to disarm yourselves.

This village is a sanctuary of life.

Prepare the hostages for transport
to the ship.

They should be quarantined
before joining the ship's population.

We were under the impression
they were being held against their will.

It's not our custom
to have guests here at all,

let alone hold anyone against their will.

The artificial life-form
would not allow them to leave.

In fact, he told us they were our enemies
and that more would follow.

- Are you our enemy?
- Anij.

My people have a strict policy
of non-interference in other cultures.

It's our Prime Directive.

Your directive apparently
doesn't include spying on other cultures.

The artificial life-form
is a member of my crew.

Apparently, he was taken ill.

There was a phase variance
in his positronic matrix

which we were unable to repair.

I think the Captain
finds it hard to believe

that we'd have any skills
repairing a positronic device.

Our technological abilities
are not apparent

because we have chosen
not to employ them in our daily lives.

We believe that when you create
a machine to do the work of a man,

you take something away from the man.

But at one time, we explored the galaxy,
just as you do.

- You have warp capability?
- Capability, yes.

But where can warp drive take us
except away from here?

I apologize for our intrusion.

And because they have warp capability,

the consequences
to their society will be minimal.

You've done a terrific job, Jean-Luc.

Now pack your bags
and get the hell out of there.

How's Data?

In stasis.
La Forge is completing the diagnostic.

I'll need all your paperwork tomorrow.
We're heading back your way.

Set a course to rendezvous with us,

so you can transfer the crew
and equipment on your way out.

You're not finished here?

Just a few loose ends to tie up.
Dougherty out.

Come in.

- Hi.
- You got a minute?

Sure.

I need a little counseling.

Well, there's a first time for everything.

So, do I lie down or what?

Well, whatever makes you comfortable,

but this isn't one of the usual
therapeutic postures.

- But it is comfortable.
- Why don't you try sitting up?

Why don't you try lying down?

Well, you're in quite a mood today.

Do you really need counseling
or did you come down here to play?

- I think I'm having a midlife crisis.
- I believe you.

I'm not sleeping well.

Dr. Crusher has something
that can take care of that.

What I need,
I can't get from Dr. Crusher.

Counselor, do you think it's possible
for two people to go back in time,

fix a mistake they've made?

On this ship, anything's possible.

- Yuck!
- Yuck?

- I never kissed you with a beard before.
- I kiss you and you say "yuck"?

I had to reconstruct Data's neural net
and replace these.

They contain memory engrams.

- How were they damaged?
- By a Son'a weapon.

There's no doubt about it, Captain.
That's what caused Data to malfunction.

But the Son'a report claims
that they didn't fire

until after he malfunctioned.

Well, I don't believe
it happened that way.

Why would they fire on him
without provocation?

All I know is that he was
functioning normally until he was shot.

Then his fail-safe system was activated.

Fail-safe?

His ethical and moral subroutines
took over all of his basic functions.

But you're saying
that he still knew the difference

between right and wrong.

In a sense, that's all he knew.

The system is designed to protect Data

against anyone who might try
to take advantage of his memory loss.

And yet he attacked us, and
he told the Ba'ku that we were a threat.

- Are the implants bothering you?
- I'm all right. I think I'm just tired.

- Geordi? Captain?
- You're on the Enterprise, Data.

I seem to be missing
several memory engrams.

There they are.

Data, what's the last thing
that you remember?

His nose should pant
and his lips should curl

From the mission.

I was in an isolation suit

gathering physiometric data
on the Ba'ku.

My last memory is going into the hills
following some children.

Artim, do you remember where
you were on the day of lightning

when the artificial life-form
appeared to us?

- In the hills by the dam.
- Can you show us?

There is no reason to fear me.

I am now operating
within normal parameters.

- What?
- They fixed me.

- Captain, the boy is afraid of me.
- It's nothing personal, Data.

You have to remember,
these people have rejected technology.

I am the personification of everything
they have rejected.

Until this week, that young man
probably never saw a machine,

let alone one that walks and talks.

Bridge to Riker.

Can I get back to you, Mr. Worf?

Admiral Dougherty
is on the comm link, sir.

Patch him through. Yes, Admiral?

Why haven't you left orbit?

Captain Picard
is still on the surface, sir.

Doing what?

He didn't want to leave
until we could adequately explain

why Data malfunctioned.

His future in Starfleet
could depend on it.

Remind the Captain his 12 hours are up.

- Yes, sir.
- Dougherty out.

Your body is producing
far too many toxins.

We've reached the limit
of genetic manipulation.

I won't need anymore
genetic manipulation

if our Federation friends will allow us
to complete this mission.

Tricorder functions are limited

due to heavy deposits of kelbonite
in these hills.

How about a passive radiation scan?

Curious.

There appear to be strong neutrino
emissions coming from the lake.

- Can he breathe underwater?
- Data doesn't breathe.

- Won't he rust?
- No.

Captain! Captain!

I believe I know what is causing
the neutrino emissions.

The vessel is clearly Federation
in origin, Captain.

"Just a few loose ends to tie up."

- We're not interested in such things.
- I am.

- I think it would be wiser if you didn't...
- I'm going with you.

It is a holographic projection.

Incomplete, I might add.

What you're seeing
is a computer-driven image

created by photons and force fields.

I know what a hologram is, Captain.

The question is, why would anyone
want to create one of our village?

Data, if you were following the children
and discovered this ship...

It is conceivable, I was shot to protect
the secret of its existence.

Why would they duplicate this village
except to deceive the Ba'ku?

- Deceive us?
- To move you off this planet.

You go to sleep one night in the village,

wake up the next morning
on this flying holodeck,

transported en masse.
Within a few days,

they're relocated on a similar planet
without ever realizing it.

Why would the Federation
or the Son'a wish to move the Ba'ku?

I don't know.

Computer, end program.
Decloak the vessel.

Help! I can't swim!

Don't panic.

I've been shot at,

thrown into the lake out of a ship
that's come to abduct us.

What's there to panic about?

In the event of a water landing,

I have been designed to serve
as a floatation device.

Mr. Worf, did the hostages
mention anything about a cloaked ship

during their debriefing?

- No, sir.
- Debrief them again.

- Have you been in a fight, Mr. Worf?
- No, sir. It is a gorch.

A gorch?

A pimple, sir.

Well, it's hardly noticeable.

Smooth as an android's bottom,
eh, Data?

I beg your pardon, sir?

Admiral Dougherty wants to know
why we haven't left yet.

We're not going anywhere.

Deck 5.

You Klingons never do anything small,
do you?

Dr. Crusher asked to speak to you
when you returned.

- Picard to Crusher.
- Captain.

The Son'a hostages
declined to be examined.

I had them confined to quarters.

- And our people?
- They're fine.

In fact, they're better than fine.

Increased metabolism,
improved muscle tone, high energy.

We should all be so lucky.

Very well, Doctor. Picard out.

Worf, don't release the Son'a officers
till I've talked to Ahdar Ru'afo.

Aye, sir.

Commander, may I...

Computer, music.

- No. Not that, something Latin.
- Specify.

The mambo.

That's more like it.

How old are you?

We came here from a solar system
on the verge of self-annihilation,

where technology had created weapons
that threatened to destroy all life.

A small group of us
set off to find a new home,

a home that would be isolated
from the threats of other worlds.

That was 309 years ago.

And you haven't aged a day since then.

Actually, I was a good deal older
when we arrived,

in terms of my physical condition.

There's an unusual
metaphasic radiation

coming from the planet's rings.

It continuously regenerates
our genetic structure.

- You must've noticed the effects by now.
- We've just begun to.

- I suppose you're 75.
- No, I'm 12.

The metaphasic radiation
won't begin to affect him

until he reaches maturity.

To most off-landers, what you have here
is more valuable than

gold-pressed latinum.

I'm afraid that's the reason
that someone

may be trying to take your world
away from you.

The artificial life-form was right.

If it were not for Data, it's probable
that you would be relocated by now.

How can we possibly defend ourselves?

The moment we pick up a weapon,
we become one of them.

- We lose everything we are.
- It may not come to that.

Clearly, the architects of this conspiracy
want to keep it a secret,

not only from you,
but from my people, as well.

I don't intend to let them.

We've always known that to survive,
we had to remain apart.

It hasn't been easy.

Many of the young people
want to know more about the offland.

They're attracted to stories
of a faster pace of life.

Most of my people
who live that fast a life

would sell their souls to slow it down.

But not you?

There are days.

You don't live up to your reputation
as an offlander, Picard.

Well, in defense of offlanders,
there are many more people like me.

Who wouldn't be tempted
by the promise of perpetual youth?

I don't think so.

You give me more credit than I deserve.

Well, of course I'm tempted.
Who wouldn't be?

But some of the darkest chapters
in the history of my world

involve the forced relocation
of a small group of people

to satisfy the demands of a large one.

I'd hoped that we had learned
from our mistakes but

it seems that some of us haven't.

This is extraordinary craftsmanship.

It's the work of students.

They're almost ready
to become apprentices.

In 30 or 40 years,

some of them will take their place
among the artisans.

Apprenticing for 30 years.

Did your people's mental discipline
develop here?

More questions. Always the explorer.

- If you stay long enough, that'll change.
- Will it?

You stop reviewing
what happened yesterday,

stop planning for tomorrow.

Let me ask you a question.

Have you ever experienced
a perfect moment in time?

A perfect moment?

When time seemed to stop

and you could almost
live in that moment?

Seeing my home planet from space
for the first time.

Yes, exactly.

Nothing more complicated
than perception.

You explore the universe.

We've discovered
that a single moment in time

can be a universe in itself,

full of powerful forces.

Most people aren't aware enough
of the now to even notice.

I wish I could spare
a few centuries to learn.

It took us centuries to learn that
it doesn't have to take centuries to learn.

There's one thing I don't understand.

In 300 years,
you never learned to swim?

I just haven't got around to it yet.

I wonder if you're aware of the trust
you engender, Jean-Luc Picard.

- In my experience, it's unusual for...
- For an offlander?

For someone so young.

- Geordi?
- Captain.

As it turns out, there wasn't anything
wrong with my implants at all.

There was something right
with my eyes.

When Dr. Crusher removed
the ocular connection,

she found that the cells
around my optic nerve had...

Started to regenerate.

It may not last, and if it doesn't, I just...

I just wanted, before we go...

You know, I've never seen a sunrise,

at least, not the way you see them.

Come.

Am I to understand that
you're not releasing my men, Captain?

We found the holoship.

Ru'afo, why don't you
let the Captain and me...

No!

This entire mission has been
one Federation blunder after another.

You will return my men

or this alliance will end
with the destruction of your ship.

You're looking well, Jean-Luc. Rested.

I won't let you move them, Admiral.
I will take this to the Federation Council.

I'm acting on orders
from the Federation Council.

How can there be an order
to abandon the Prime Directive?

The Prime Directive doesn't apply.

These people are not indigenous
to this planet.

They were never meant to be immortal.

We'll simply be restoring them
to their natural evolution.

Who the hell are we

to determine the next course
of evolution for this people?

Jean-Luc,
there are 600 people down there.

We'll be able to use
the regenerative properties

of this radiation to help billions.

The Son'a have developed a procedure

to collect the metaphasic particles
from the planet's rings.

- A planet in Federation space.
- That's right.

We have the planet.
They have the technology,

a technology we can't duplicate.
You know what that makes us?

Partners.

Our partners are nothing more
than petty thugs.

On Earth, petroleum once turned
petty thugs into world leaders.

Warp drive transformed

a bunch of Romulan thugs
into an empire.

We can handle the Son'a.
I'm not worried about that.

Someone probably said the same thing
about the Romulans a century ago.

With metaphasics,
lifespans will be doubled.

An entire new medical science
will evolve.

I understand your chief engineer
has the use of his eyes

for the first time in his life.

Will you take that away from him?

There are metaphasic particles
all over the Briar Patch.

Why does it have to be this one planet?

It's the concentration in the rings
that makes the whole damn thing work.

Don't ask me to explain it.

I only know they inject something
into the rings

that starts a thermolytic reaction.

When it's over, the planet
will be uninhabitable for generations.

Admiral, delay the procedure.
Let my people look at the technology.

Our best scientific minds already have.
We can't find any other way to do this.

Then the Son'a can establish
a separate colony

on the planet until we do.

It would take 10 years
of normal exposure

to begin to reverse their condition.

Some of them won't survive that long.

Besides, they don't want to live
in the middle of the Briar Patch.

- Who would?
- The Ba'ku.

We are betraying the principles
upon which the Federation was founded.

It's an attack upon its very soul.

And it will destroy the Ba'ku,

just as cultures have been destroyed

in every other forced relocation
throughout history.

Jean-Luc,
we're only moving 600 people.

How many people does it take, Admiral,
before it becomes wrong?

A thousand? Fifty thousand? A million?

How many people does it take, Admiral?

I'm ordering you to the Goren system.

I'm also ordering the release
of the Son'a officers.

File whatever protests
you wish to, Captain.

By the time you do, this will all be done.

Gallatin.

So, the righteous Starfleet captain
finally released you.

Yes.

Did you encounter any problems
on the surface?

No, sir.

But it wasn't easy being among them.

I'm sure.
Just don't forget what they did to us.

We'll have them rounded up
in a day or two.

We needn't bother
with a Federation holoship anymore.

- Just get the holding cells ready.
- Yes, sir.

I'm going to miss
these little flesh-stretching sessions

of ours, my dear.

Re-routing the transport grid
to avoid detection was wise, sir.

However, the transporter is rarely used
after 0200 hours.

Taking the Captain's yacht out
for a spin?

Seven metric tons
of ultritium explosives,

eight tetryon pulse launchers

and 10 isomagnetic disintegrators.

Looks like you're planning
on doing some hunting.

Return to your quarters.

- That's an order.
- No uniform, no orders.

Captain, how could I look
at another sunrise

knowing what my sight cost
these people?

I feel obliged to point out
that the environmental anomalies

may have stimulated certain
rebellious instincts common to youth,

which could affect
everyone's judgment.

Except mine, of course.

Okay, Data,
what do you think we should do?

Saddle up. Lock and load.

They won't begin the procedure
while the planet is still inhabited,

so our job
is to keep the planet inhabited.

Will, Geordi, go back and put a face
on what's happening here.

Make the Council see the Ba'ku.

It's too easy to turn a blind eye

to the suffering of a people
you don't know.

- I'll be back before you know it.
- We'll hold out as long as we can.

The injector performs perfectly
in every simulation.

Sir, as the Enterprise left orbit,

one of their support craft
went down to the surface.

What?

Appeared to be the Captain's yacht.
Five persons onboard.

We're not waiting until morning.

Take the shuttles
and get everyone off the surface tonight.

Gallatin.

If Picard or any of his people interfere,
eliminate them.

We're leaving the village!
Take only what you need!

Bring food!
We may not be back for days!

It is a transport inhibitor.

It will help prevent spaceships
from beaming anyone off the surface.

These veins of kelbonite
running through the hills

will interfere with their transporters,

and when the terrain forces us
away from the deposits,

then we'll use transport inhibitors
as a compensation.

The mountains have the heaviest
concentration of kelbonite.

Once there,
it'll make transport virtually impossible.

There are caves in those mountains.

Then we should be able to hold out
for a long time once we're there,

but they're not gonna make it easy
for us to get there.

Captain!

We've activated the transport inhibitors
around the village.

Good.

Let's move these people out!

Transporters are not functioning.

They're blocking the beams
with some kind of inhibitors.

We'll have to locate and destroy them.

No, no. Son, you're carrying too much.
We have a long climb ahead of us.

We've lost three transport inhibitors.
There's a gap in the field.

Artim!

Father!

They're following the kelbonite deposits,

using the interference
to block our transporters.

- Recommendations?
- Take me down. Let me talk to Picard.

Talk!

We should send down an assault team
and take them by force.

That is not an acceptable option.

If people get hurt, all the support
we have in the Federation...

Federation support,

Federation procedures,
Federation rules.

Look in the mirror, Admiral.
The Federation is old.

In the past 24 months,

they've been challenged
by every major power in the quadrant.

The Borg,
the Cardassians, the Dominion,

they all smell the scent of death
on the Federation.

That's why you've embraced our offer,

because it will give
your dear Federation new life.

Well, how badly do you want it,
Admiral?

Because there are hard choices
to be made now.

If the Enterprise gets through with news

about their brave Captain's
valiant struggle

on behalf of the defenseless Ba'ku,
your Federation politicians will waver.

Your Federation opinion polls
will open a public debate.

Your Federation allies
will want their say. Need I go on?

There's an alternative
to an all-out assault.

Isolinear tags would allow
our transporters to lock onto them.

We'd have to tag every one of them.

That would take time,
and we don't have it.

The Enterprise is only 19 hours

from communications range
with the Federation.

- I'll order Riker to turn around.
- Picard's first officer.

You really believe he'll listen?

My ships are capable
of intercepting the Enterprise

before it reaches the perimeter.

I could send them to...

To escort it back.

But Commander Riker
might not want to come.

Send your ships.

- Do you like being a machine?
- I aspire to be more than I am.

I know why. So people like us
won't be afraid of you anymore.

Perhaps.

Don't you ever get tired?

My power cells
continually recharge themselves.

I can't imagine
what it's like to be a machine.

Perhaps it would surprise you to know

that I have often tried to imagine
what it is like to be a child.

- Really?
- Really.

For one thing, your legs are shorter
than everyone else's.

But they are in a constant state
of growth.

- Do you find it difficult to adapt?
- Adapt?

A child's specifications
are never the same

from one moment to the next.

It is a wonder
you do not trip over your own feet.

Sometimes I do.

My legs are exactly 87.2 centimeters
in length.

They were 87.2 centimeters
the day I was created.

They will be 87.2 centimeters
the day I go off-line.

My operation depends on specifications
that do not change.

I will never know the experience
of growing up

or tripping over my own feet.

But you've never had adults
telling you what to do all the time

or bedtimes
or having to eat food you don't like.

I would gladly accept the requirement
of a bedtime

in exchange for knowing
what it is like to be a child.

- Do machines ever play?
- Yes. I play the violin,

and my chess routines
are quite advanced.

No, I mean,
haven't you ever just played for fun?

Androids do not have fun.

Look, if you wanna know
what it's like to be a child,

you need to learn to play.

Captain.

Mr. Worf, you need a haircut.

Accelerated hair growth
is often experienced by Klingons

during jak'tahla.

- Jak'tahla?
- Roughly translated, puberty,

although for a Klingon,
that scarcely does it justice.

Any severe mood swings,
unusual aggressive tendencies,

- you let me know at once.
- Yes, sir.

The Ba'ku need some rest, sir.
According to the geo-scan,

this is the safest area
within the next few kilometers.

Very well. We'll take an hour.

- Have them break out some rations.
- Aye, sir.

Right beyond that ridge
is where the caves begin.

We can hide there for days.

By now,
the Son'a will have scanned this area.

They'll know that as well as we do.

It's been 300 years
since I've seen a bald man.

How is it that you never married?

And don't tell me it's just because
you haven't got around to it yet.

- What's the rush?
- I should warn you,

I've always been attracted
to older women.

- How are you doing this?
- No more questions.

Commander, I'm showing
two Son'a ships on an intercept course.

- How long till they reach us?
- Eighteen minutes.

We won't be able to get a transmission
out of here for at least another hour.

They're hailing us.

Tell them our transceiver assembly
is down,

that we can send messages
but not receive them.

- I don't think they believe us.
- Why not?

Photon torpedo.

Isn't that the universal greeting
when communications are down?

I think it's the universal greeting
when you don't like someone.

Full impulse.

Manifolds can't handle full impulse
in the Patch, Commander.

If we don't outrun them, the manifolds'll
be the only thing left on the ship.

- I'll be in Engineering.
- Red alert! All hands, battle stations!

And have you noticed
how your boobs have started to firm up?

Not that we care about such things
in this day and age.

Thank you, Data.

I've an odd craving
for the blood of a live Kolar beast.

This environment
must be affecting me again.

And have you noticed
how your boobs have started to firm up?

Not that we care about...

Take cover!

Isolinear tags.
The transporters can lock onto them.

We have to find shelter.

There's a cavern
at the base of the next hill.

This way!

- Shields at 60%.
- Engineering to Bridge.

We're burning deuterium down here.

We're gonna blow ourselves up.
We won't need any help from the Son'a!

What's inside that nebula cluster?

Cometary debris,
pockets of unstable metreon gas.

We don't want to go in there, sir.

Yes, we do.
I'll take it from here, Ensign.

Time to use the Briar Patch
the way Brer Rabbit did.

Inside the caves, quickly! Everyone!
This way!

Inside.

Definitely feeling
aggressive tendencies, sir.

They've detonated an isolytic burst.
A subspace tear is forming.

On screen.

I thought subspace weapons
were banned by the Khitomer Accord.

Remind me to lodge a protest.

Our warp core
is acting like a magnet to the tear.

We're pulling it like a zipper
across space.

Options?

- We could eject the core.
- Will that stop the tear?

You got me, Commander.

That's your expert opinion?

Detonating the warp core
might neutralize the cascade.

Then again, it might not.

Subspace weapons are unpredictable.
That's why they were banned.

The tear is closing on us.

- Impact in 15 seconds.
- Eject the core.

I just did.

Impact in 10 seconds.

Detonate!

Get me a medic over here!

It worked, Commander.
The tear has been sealed.

Yeah, but there's nothing to stop them
from doing it again,

and we're fresh out of warp cores.

We're still 36 minutes
from transmission range, sir.

We're through running
from these bastards.

Another 43 reported taken, sir.

Captain, they're trying to drive us out
so their drones can tag us.

With all the hydrothermal vents
in the substrata,

the structural integrity of this cavern
is not going to hold for long.

- Is there another way out of here?
- I don't know.

Captain, tracking the water's course
may reveal another exit.

Mr. Worf, come with us.

I'm reading a nitrogen-oxygen flow
behind that calcite formation, Captain.

Will this structure hold
if we were to blast through?

I believe it is safe, sir.

Fire.

Get everybody into those caves,

and set up force fields
once they're inside.

Aye, sir.

Geordi, are those pockets
of metreon gas?

Yes, Commander. Highly volatile.
I'd recommend we keep our distance.

Negative. I want to use the ramscoop
to collect as much of it as we can.

The purpose being?

The purpose being,

I intend to shove it down
the Son'a's throat.

Commander, if one of their weapons
hits that gas...

It's our only way out of here,
Mr. Daniels.

I wouldn't be surprised
if history remembers this

as the Riker Maneuver.

If it works.

Computer,
access manual steering column.

Transfer helm controls to manual.

Bridge, storage cells are
at maximum capacity.

They're powering
their forward weapons array, sir.

Blow out the ramscoop.
Stand by. Full thrusters.

Ramscoop released.

Captain.

Data, Troi, keep these people moving.

Bring them out.

I suspect it won't be long
before the drones get here.

Keep moving! Keep moving!

They found caves on higher ground.
We'll be safe there.

Captain, take a look at this med-scan,
his DNA profile.

- How can that be possible?
- Maybe we should ask them.

Artim, what are you doing? Come.

- Is this the last group?
- Yes, sir.

Get them ready to move out.
We need to hurry.

Anij went to find Artim.

- Go with Tournel!
- No, I wanna stay with you!

It is safer there. Go!

Worf to Picard!

Two life-signs,
one of them extremely faint.

There are almost 4 metric tons of rock
blocking our way.

No. That might cause another cave-in.

Anij?

Anij?

- Worf to Picard.
- Yes? Yes, I can hear you.

We are trying to get to you, sir.

Anij.

Help is on the way.

- Worf, hurry. Anij is hurt.
- How bad is she, Captain?

- I'm losing her.
- We're coming as fast as we can.

Anij, stay with me.

Help me find the power
to keep you in this moment.

Stay with me.

Don't let go of this moment.

She's stabilizing.

- Is it safe to move her?
- Safer than leaving her here.

And you thought
it would take centuries to learn.

Order them to surrender and
I promise you won't be court-martialed.

If a court-martial is the only way
to let the people of the Federation know

what is happening here, I welcome it.

The Enterprise has destroyed
one of my ships!

The other is on fire,
requesting assistance.

The Enterprise would only fire
to defend itself.

Ru'afo must have ordered the attack.

I can't believe
he would have given that order

without your consent, Admiral.

I wonder which of us will be facing
that court-martial.

There's nothing further
to be gained from this.

You're right. This is going to end now.

The Ba'ku want to stay on the planet.
Let them.

- I'm going to launch the injector.
- You're not going to launch anything...

In six hours,
every living thing in this system

will be dead or dying.

You would kill your own people, Ru'afo?

Your own parents, brothers, sisters?

Didn't you know, Admiral?

The Son'a and the Ba'ku
are the same race.

Picard just told us.

Our DNA is identical.

Which one were you? Gal'na? Ro'tin?

Those names,
those children are gone forever.

What's he talking about?

A century ago,
a group of our young people

wanted to follow
the ways of the offlanders.

They tried to take over the colony,
and when they failed...

When we failed,
you exiled us to die slowly.

You're Ro'tin, aren't you?

There's something in the voice.

Would you be his friend, Gal'na?

I helped your mother bathe you
when you were a child.

She still speaks of you.

You've brought the Federation
into the middle of a blood feud, Admiral.

The children have returned
to expel their elders,

just as they were once expelled,

except that Ru'afo's need for revenge
has now escalated into parricide.

It was for the Federation.

It was all for the Federation.

We're taking this ship out of here.
This mission is over.

- It is not over.
- It is over!

I do not take orders from you!

If you launch the injector
while the planet's still populated,

the Federation will pursue you until...

The Federation will never know
what happened here.

Admiral Dougherty
will not be joining us for dinner.

Deploy the collector.

- Do you have a problem with that order?
- May I talk to you alone?

- Deploy the collector.
- Yes, sir.

Moving them is one thing.
Killing them all...

No one hated them
more than you, Gal'na.

We've come a long way together.

This is the moment we've planned
for so many years.

Separate the Starfleet personnel
and secure them in the aft cargo hold.

See that Picard joins them.

The shields in that section

won't protect them
against the thermolytic reaction.

Thank you for reminding me.

Jean-Luc.

Come with me.

It must have been strange for you
when you were a hostage,

surrounded by all the friends
and family you knew all those years ago,

each one looking exactly
as they did then.

Like looking through the eyes
of childhood again.

And here you are, closing those eyes,

trying not to see what bitterness
has done to the Son'a,

how it's turned Ru'afo into a madman.

And you, turned you into a coward,

a man who denies his own conscience.

Get in.

A coward without the moral courage
to prevent an atrocity.

You offend me!

Is this how a Federation officer
pleads for his life?

I'm not pleading for my life.

I'm pleading for yours.

You can still go home, Gal'na.

Computer, close turbolift doors.

What you're asking me to do
is impossible.

Do you know
how to disable the injector?

I would need to be on the Bridge.

The crew is loyal to Ru'afo.
An assault would fail.

Perhaps we can lure him away.

It doesn't matter where he is.

As soon as he realizes
something's happening,

he'll override my commands
with one word to his comm link.

If he doesn't realize
something's happening...

Can you get me to a transmitter?

I need to speak with Data and Worf
down on the planet.

We'll need their help.

Deck 12.

Initiate separation protocols.

Activating injector assembly.

Separation in three minutes.

A small craft is coming up
from the surface.

It's powering up its weapons.

- On screen.
- One person aboard. It's the android.

He's no threat.

- Data to Picard.
- Go ahead, Data.

Captain, they're ignoring my attack.

Keep firing tachyon bursts
into the shield grid.

- Is Worf in position?
- Yes, sir.

He is ready for simultaneous transport.

We're approaching the Bridge.
Picard out.

Separation in one minute.

Sir, the Federation ship
is creating a disruption in our shield.

If they go out of phase,

it'll increase our exposure
to the thermolytic reaction.

Very well. Destroy that ship.
Reset our shield harmonics.

Do not delay the countdown.

Data to Picard.
They are rotating their shield harmonics.

I am attempting
to return to the surface, sir.

The Federation ship has been disabled.

Separation in 20 seconds.

- What is that?
- I don't know.

- The systems don't seem affected.
- Separation in 10 seconds.

Five seconds.

Injector assembly has separated.

Exactly as the simulations predicted.

I'm not showing any change
in metaphasic flux levels.

Your scanners must be malfunctioning.

All ship functions are off-line.

How can there be no ship functions
if the viewscreen is working?

Artificial gravity is stable.
Life support is...

A holodeck.

We were transported to the holoship
when we reset our shields.

Everything we saw was an illusion.

Ru'afo, authorization Delta 2-1.

Override all interlinked commands
to injector assembly one.

Unable to comply.

Injector assembly one
has been deactivated.

All injector subsystems aboard
the collector are confirmed off-line.

Decloak the holoship
and engage a tractor beam.

Aye, sir.

The crew knows something's happened.

I've secured the Bridge.

This ship is equipped
with 14 long-range transporters.

Are they all useless?

They must have been locked
and secured

after we were beamed here.

Isolate one

and re-route its command sequence
through the auxiliary processor.

Sir, there's nothing we can do.
They already have control of our ship.

I don't plan on going back to our ship.

- Mr. Worf, destroy that thing.
- Aye, sir.

Weapons systems
have been taken off-line.

The crew is re-routing Bridge controls.

Captain, there is a problem
aboard the collector.

The launch sequence has resumed.

Collector shields have been raised.
Someone's onboard.

It's Ru'afo.

Can you override the launch sequence
from here?

Not without his access codes.

Is there a self-destruct?

Yes, but without the codes,
it would have to be activated

at the upper control matrix
on the collector.

Mr. Worf, try and find some way
to beam through those shields.

You'd have to detonate it manually.
There'd only be a two-second delay.

We may be able to transport
between the shield generators

if we are within 100 meters.

Take us into position.

Remain at your post, Commander.
I'll need you to beam me back.

We're approaching the collector.

One minute before separation,
you'll see the cryogenic tanks venting.

Weapons fire could ignite the exhaust.

Separation in 2 minutes
and 15 seconds.

Intruder alert. Intruder alert.

Captain!

Worf?

I'm picking up Captain Picard's
bio-signature onboard the collector.

- Enterprise to Picard!
- Number One.

We're approaching your position.
Do you need assistance?

I may need a lift in a minute or so.

We're on our way.

Separation in one minute.

- Report.
- It's Ru'afo's ship!

On screen.

Sensors are reading over
100 Ba'ku onboard and one Klingon.

Target their ventral engines
and life support.

Set a collision course.

Stop!

Ru'afo, we're getting too old for this.

After today,
that won't be a problem for either of us.

Separation in 30 seconds.

You're really going to risk
igniting the exhaust?

All right, I will!

- Shields at 60%.
- Hold your course.

- He wouldn't.
- Yes, he would.

Now!

Stand by, Captain.
We're right around the corner.

Sorry, time's up.

What kept you, Number One?

The Federation Council
has asked me to inform you

that the Ba'ku relocation will be halted
while they conduct a top-level review.

Sir, Ru'afo's ship is hailing us.

- On screen.
- On screen.

Captain, the Son'a crew
would like to negotiate a cease-fire.

It may have something to do
with the fact

that we have three minutes of air left.

We have plenty over here, Mr. Worf.
Prepare to beam aboard.

You think when we get away
from this metaphasic radiation,

it'll change the way we feel?

Your feelings about her
have not changed

since the day I met you, Commander.

This place just let them out
for a little fresh air.

I wish there were a way
to bring them back home.

Ask them.

I'm afraid there's too much bitterness
on both sides.

Mother and son.

You arranged this?

I thought it might begin
the healing process.

What am I going to do without you?

I wish I could stay,

but these are perilous times
for the Federation.

I can't abandon it to people
who would threaten

everything that I've spent
a lifetime defending.

I have to go back,

if only to slow things down
at the Federation Council.

But I have 318 days
of shore leave coming and

I intend to use them.

Data?

It's time to go.

I have to go home now.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Mr. Data, I hope we'll see you again.

Data! Don't forget.
You have to have a little fun every day.

Good advice.

Picard to Enterprise. Seven to beam up.

Energize.

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