All language subtitles for 01.12 The Big Goodbye

First Officer's log,
stardate 41997.7.

We are about to make a brief but
necessary contact with the Jarada,

a reclusive, insect-like race

known for its idiosyncratic attitude
toward protocol.

They demand a precise greeting,
in this case from Capt Picard.

Their language is most unusual.

The slightest mispronunciation
is regarded as an insult.

Unless it's followed by...

The double bars
indicate an elongated S sound.

And the inverted T
means to hold the Z.

Unless...?

Unless it's followed
by three wavy lines,

in which case
the Z becomes a B.

Exactly!

- What a language!
- But you spell knife with a K.

I spell knife with an N.
But, then, I never could spell.

Well, this is an insect mind, sir.

My mind is barely working.

- Take a break.
- No, I want to go over this again.

You could be over-preparing.

You've been looking forward
to the upgrade of the holodeck.

You have the time.

Captain, you need the diversion.

Dixon Hill.

The program's installed
and waiting.

- Program desired location.
- Earth, United States,

San Francisco, California.

- Time period?
- 1941. AD.

File or access code?

Dixon Hill, private detective.

Enter when ready.

Captain's personal log.
I'm entering the holodeck,

where images of reality
can be created by our computer.

Highly useful in crew training,

highly enjoyable
when used for games and recreation.

Very funny, Dix.
What, did you lose another bet?

- I'm sorry, I don't understand.
- The bellboy suit.

Are you moonlighting
at the Fairmont?

The uniform?

It's inappropriate.
I should've changed.

Detective Bell, your cop friend,
McNary's partner, was nosing around.

If he'd seen you in those threads,
he'd have sent you to the funny farm.

Mr. Leech called twice and there's a
Mrs. Bradley in the office. Nice legs.

Not you, her!

Got a hot date with my fella.
See you in the morning.

- I lost a bet.
- Well...

...at least you're ready
for Halloween.

Halloween?

I need your help, Mr. Hill.

Someone is trying to kill me.

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.

The holodeck's amazing new creation
is the fictional world of Dixon Hill,

the 20th-century detective
who's been my hero since childhood.

The characters are generated
by the computer,

yet they feel real,
they seem real in every way.

I'm not sure who wants me dead.

My husband, my stepdaughter...

Or a lover, perhaps?

Perhaps.

Or perhaps it's Cyrus Redblock.

I need you to find out.

Name your fee.

20 dollars a day, plus expenses.

Agreed.

I haven't said "yes" yet.

You'll say yes, Mr. Hill.

If it is Redblock, he must think
I've got what he's looking for.

But, believe me, I don't.

I'll take your word for it.

Here's a C-note... in advance.

Consider it a retainer.

And next time...

...wear a suit.

Au revoir.

Remarkable!

Exit.

You'll have to call again.
I'm just leaving.

I'm er... not dressed properly.
I'll be back.

Mr. Hill?

Where are you?

- Memory, save current setting.
- Current setting saved.

Holodeck off.

And...

...when I looked down
into the street,

I actually saw... automobiles!

Automobiles?

An ancient Earth device
used primarily for transportation.

Also seen as a source
of status and virility.

Often a prime ingredient
in teenage mating rituals.

Teenage mating rituals?

From that window,
I could see an entire...

- City block.
- That's right!

Sounds! Smells!

You make it sound so real.

- That's how it felt.
- Incredible!

Well, I'm... gonna go again.

Only this time, I'm going to dress
the part. Why not come with me?

Yes, I'd like that.

I want to take
that 20th-century historian.

- Who? Whalen?
- Yes.

I bet he knows
more about Dixon Hill than I do.

- Shall I tell him, sir?
- Invite him, Mr. Data!

This is supposed to be
a recreational activity.

The sense of reality
was absolutely incredible!

When that woman kissed me,
it was so...

- Exciting?
- Real!

The purpose of this meeting
is to discuss the Jaradan rendezvous.

Mr. Riker, will you go ahead
with the briefing?

This is primarily
a diplomatic mission.

The Jaradan are strategically
important to the Federation.

Previous attempts failed
because they are so easily irritated.

A slip in the pronunciation of
the greeting caused a 20-year rift.

The Captain has to recite
the greeting without any mistakes.

Simple as that?

Yes. If the Captain
makes even the slightest error...

The Captain is aware of the gravity
of the situation, Commander.

We are all aware of the tape
of the last Federation starship

to come into contact
with the Jaradan.

It demonstrates what happened
when that captain offended them.

Capt Picard is familiar with that.

Should we not rerun it?

It's not necessary.
Meeting adjourned.

Why won't the Captain review
all available information?

When you've seen the Jaradan react
once, you don't need to see it again.

This Dixon Hill
is a most puzzling character.

Not really. He was just
a 20th-century Sherlock Holmes.

But was his modus operandi
not dissimilar? Worth investigating.

Indubitably, my dear Data.
Indubitably.

Computer,
request all biographical information

on fictional character Dixon Hill.

Working.

First appeared in pulp magazine
"Amazing Detective Stories,"

copyright 1934 AD.

Second appearance in novel
"The Long Dark Tunnel,"

copyright 1936.

Request complete text of all
stories involving said character.

Increase speed.

Captain's log, supplemental.

The Jaradan rendezvous
is still 11 hours away.

I am about to re-enter
the world of Dixon Hill.

This time, properly dressed.

An experience like this
is more enjoyable when shared,

so I've invited our fiction expert,
Whalen, to accompany me.

Dr Crusher will join us shortly.

Ready for San Francisco, Mr. Whalen?

More than ready, sir.

Well, if it's anything
like last time,

I'm sure you won't be disappoint...

Permission to accompany you.

I am totally versed
in the genre of the period.

Well... shall we?

Extra, extra, read all about it.

Dix, how's tricks?

She's fine.

He actually thinks
you're Dixon Hill.

Say, Mac, I'd like to buy a paper,
but I don't have any money.

You catch me next time, Dix.

Thank you.

"Hitler On The Move."

"Roosevelt Presses Congress
For British Aid."

"DiMaggio Streak Reaches 37."

DiMaggio, sir. Jolting Joe?
The Yankee Clipper.

Baseball, sir. It was
a national obsession at the time.

The streak
will eventually reach 56 games.

And be snapped by two journeyman
hurlers for the Cleveland Indians.

Cleveland?!

They got no pitchers.
What, are you nuts or something?

The record will stand till 2026,
when a London Kings' shortstop...

Dix, what gives with this guy?

He's not from around here, is he?

No, he's not. He's... from...

- South America.
- Yeah.

He's got a nice tan.

I should have listened to her. She
said someone was trying to kill her.

Captain, she's a page from a book.

That's all she ever was.

Well, look what the cat dragged in!

Cat?

- Where the hell did he come from?
- South America. Can't you tell?

Wherever you're from, while you're
in my town you keep your nose clean.

Tough guy,
this time you've really done it.

- Your goose is cooked but good.
- I'm sorry about this, Dix.

Don't apologize to him!

Where were you
last night between ten and midnight?

That would be a bit hard to explain.

Yeah? You'll have plenty
of time to come up with something.

You're going downtown.

For what?

For the murder of Jessica Bradley.

We found this in her purse.

- Status report.
- We're being probed.

- The Jarada.
- Most likely, but it's long-range.

Can't be certain
where it's originating.

One could get the feeling
they don't trust us.

I'm receiving a subspace message
from the Jarada.

That's not part of the plan.
Pipe it through.

Enterprise, we speak to you
in your language.

The time has come
for you to honor us in ours.

This is Cmdr Riker,
First Officer of the Enterprise.

You are not captain?

No, I'm not. I suggest we commence
screen-to-screen communication,

so we can see each other.

You offend us! We will not show
ourselves to a mere subordinate!

We await your Captain's greeting
with growing unrest.

End of communication.

Terrific. Find the Captain.
He's in the holodeck.

Aye, sir.

Enter when ready.

When ready... When ready...

You fill out these forms,
you bring the bail money in,

until then...

Hiya, Doc. What's cooking?

I had some trouble getting through.

- Where's Capt Picard?
- He's on ice.

- Pardon?
- He's being grilled.

What is he, a fish?

He's being interrogated.
They think he committed a murder.

Why aren't we all being
interrogated? I'll go and help him.

No, relax, Doc.

He's having
the time of his life in there.

Why should he have all the fun?

Come on, Toots. Let's go.

Spill it!

I've told you everything I know.

Well, you'll have to tell us again!

From the top.

Very good.

I've read all this before.
It's absolutely as it should be.

- La Forge to bridge.
- Riker here.

I can't find the Captain, sir.

- He's in the holodeck.
- I'm at the holodeck.

Something's gone wrong.

What are you saying?

I can't communicate with him,
access the program or open the doors.

Enterprise log, supplemental.
First Officer reporting.

Due to a breakdown in the holodeck,
we can't contact the Captain.

Tasha, take over,
I'm going to holodeck three.

Commander.

I've studied all the technical
manuals on the holodecks, sir.

I think I can help down there.

Geordi's equipped
to deal with the situation.

- Your duty's here on the bridge.
- Will.

His mother's missing, too.

Come on, Wesley.

And you say you never met her
before she came to hire you?

I've already told you that twice.

Yeah? Well,
you're gonna have to tell me again.

Look, fellas,
this is no longer amusing.

Easy, Dan!

You think you're tough, Hill,
but you're nothing!

Don't take him too seriously, Dix.

His old lady's
been giving him a hard time.

Actually,
I do need to get out of here.

I'll see what I can do.

Something on your mind?

Yeah, but I'm not sure it can be
repeated in mixed company.

You're a pretty hep-looking broad.

- Is that good?
- It ain't bad.

You like Tommy Dorsey?

I got two tickets for the dance
tomorrow night.

- Have you tried the intercom?
- Yes.

Riker to holodeck.

Riker to holodeck!

- Are you seeing anything?
- No, sir.

- What can I do?
- Not a thing.

We have to go through this
millimeter by millimeter.

Alright. Get it fixed.

Easy, Wes. Slow down. If there's
an anomaly, you could go past it. OK?

OK, Dix, we're cutting you loose.

- That's welcome news.
- You better not try to leave town!

If I leave town,
town leaves with me.

I get the feeling
your friend doesn't like me.

We know you're dealing with Redblock.

Take it from a friend,
it doesn't help your case.

Redblock? I'll keep it in mind.

- Thank you for helping me.
- Forget it.

Hey, Dix,
when are you coming over for supper?

The kids'd love to see you.
And you love Sharon's cooking.

Soon, my friend.

For the moment, I have other duties.

Blonde or brunette?

She's a lady, alright.

And her name is Enterprise.

Sounds like a working girl to me.

I'll stop by with some Scotch
and hear all about her.

Have a good time?

I don't know.
Sometimes it almost seemed too real.

I must say, you wear it well.
I'm glad you could make it.

Why, thank you, Mr. Hill.

We should get back
to the Enterprise.

- We are on the Enterprise.
- Yes, of course, so we are.

Do we have time to see your office?

Yes, of course. Why not?

Captain... mind if I join you?

Yeah, me too, boss.
I'd love to take a gander.

The holodeck makes excellent use
of finite space.

Mr. Hill, you have been avoiding me.

It's Felix Leech! It has to be.

You know me, sir?

I've read about you many times.

I'm very sorry, Mr. Leech,
but we have to be going.

Call again tomorrow.

You are being quite rude, Mr. Hill.

You haven't even introduced me
to your charming companions.

- That'll have to wait.
- But we have business.

Urgent business.

You're not going anywhere.

Not until we have a little chat.

Bridge to holodeck. We're
approaching the Jaradan sector.

Any word from the Jaradans?

Not a thing, sir.

They may be testing us. Seeing
if we'll stick to the arrangements.

What do we do now, sir?

We wait.

Everything checks out so far.

Crusher believes the trouble may have
been caused by the Jaradan probe.

If so, it could be
very difficult to locate.

I am not a man to be toyed with,
Mr. Hill.

You were hired to locate
a certain object.

I demand to know
what you have done with it.

Well...

I suppose a few moments longer.

I'm afraid I can't help you,
Mr. Leech.

The game is over.

I assure you, this is not a game.

Take it from me, Leech,
you'll never find it.

Now, give me the gun.

But... they're not real!

- Massive internal bleeding.
- How could this happen?!

It'll happen again
if you don't cooperate.

You struck me!

How dare you!
You're going to be sorry!

I promise you,
Redblock isn't going to like this!

If we don't get him to sickbay,
he will die!

Exit!

Computer, exit!

Data, try the other exit
in the hall.

Computer, identify exit.

There's a malfunction. The computer
refuses to identify the exits.

I'm losing his pulse!

Computer, this is the Captain!

Identify exit!

- Standard orbit, Mr. Worf.
- Aye, sir. Standard orbit.

- Riker to holodeck.
- Nothing yet.

We're running out of time!

The Jarada will expect
the Captain's greeting.

You may have to stall 'em.

It's no use, it's just not there.

- Suggestions, Mr. Data?
- I am at a loss, sir.

We are in a holodeck-created
building of 1941.

The computer
refuses to accept voice commands.

The controls for the environment
are, therefore, not accessible.

I could use some light.

Good day, Mr. Hill.
My name is Cyrus Redblock.

I hope you don't mind
us dropping in.

I see I have no choice.

Life is an endless stream of choices.

Unfortunately, you have chosen
to make my life more difficult.

I don't suppose you'd be foolish
enough to hide it here.

I... don't suppose so.

Still... I'm sure you won't mind
if we take a look around.

I wish you'd quit asking, you'll do
it anyway. It's a waste of time.

Good manners, madam,
are never a waste of time.

Civility, gentlemen, always civility.

- Get that stiff out of here.
- He's not dead!

From his pallor, he soon will be.

You want I should throw him
in the garbage, boss?

The room next door
will be good enough for now.

Don't touch him!

Which one struck you?

It was Hill.

For every action there is
an equal and opposite reaction.

A Newtonian truism
which you have obviously neglected.

Dix, you in there?

I saw your light, figured you were
working late. Guess I was right.

Nice company you're keeping, Dix.

Forget to take the trash out
this morning?

I'm a tolerant man...
but I do not tolerate disrespect.

Your devotion to etiquette
is highly admirable, sir.

However, your methods
leave much to be desired.

- What have we here?
- He looks like a ghost.

Yeah.
Where do you suppose he's from?

Where were you hatched, anyway?

I was created on a planet...

South America.

I've been all over the world and
I've never seen anything like you.

He's not from this world.

None of us are.

We're from a world...

We're from a world
of fabulous riches.

A world where there are objects
far greater than the one you seek.

That's ridiculous!
You're a private dick.

We've met before
and you never mentioned any of this.

He's right, Dix.
That's pretty weak stuff.

I wouldn't even buy that guff.

I am not Dixon Hill!

I just look like Dixon Hill!

He speaks the truth, sir.

From your point of view,
he is only a facsimile,

a knock-off, a cheap imitation.

Thank you, Mr. Data.

Sorry, sir, that did not come out
quite the way I intended.

Very, very good.
What wonderful fiction.

Quite entertaining.

I admire your skill at trying
to obfuscate our sense of reality.

It is you who are not real.

You are imaginary characters
derived from a work of fiction.

Fellas! These guys are too smart
to fall for that kind of story!

I'm afraid
you are not real either, Lieutenant.

I don't want to hear any more.
You're making me crazy!

Let me shoot them, Mr. Redblock.
Let me kill them,

one by one.

What an interesting situation.

Perhaps we should test this theory
by killing one of them.

You've already done that. This man
is dying. It's all so senseless.

Hardly.
Senseless killing is immoral...

...but killing for a purpose
can be quite often ingenious.

Well said, Mr. Redblock.

What is our purpose?

We... are on a quest for knowledge.

- We want the item.
- We don't have it.

- Shall I kill him?
- No.

Kill the woman.

I have the item.

At last.

I knew it.
God, man, what a character you are!

Waiting until the last moment.
Testing my resolve.

Alright, where is it?

I'll explain.

But first, tell Leech to back off.

Put the gun down.

But I so much want to kill her.

Maybe later. It won't harm us
to listen to Mr. Hill.

Don't make any deals
with that slime, Dix.

Alright, let's begin.

Make your thoughts fruitful...
and your words eloquent.

I don't have to tell you, your
lady friend's life depends upon it.

There is a price.

By God, I knew you were a man
of my stripe. Alright, what is it?

Mr. Whalen's life.
You must help us to save him.

We can't delay much longer.

We'll have to tell them something.
Open hailing frequencies.

- Frequencies open, sir.
- This is Cmdr Riker.

We demand that you...

Cut that off!

They'll only be satisfied
with the Captain.

- La Forge to bridge?
- Riker here.

We think we have something, sir.
I'll let Ensign Crusher explain.

- The bi-converter interface...
- Forget explanations! Can you do it?

I don't know if I should, sir.

If this isn't done correctly
the program could abort

and everyone inside could vanish.

Do you need more time to study it?

Whether we do it now or later,
the risk is the same.

Do it.

If we can find a way of getting him
to sickbay by fixing our computer...

Computer? I don't know that word.

An electronic or mechanical apparatus
capable of carrying out

repetitious or complex mathematical
operations at high speed.

Computers are used to control,
process, perform or store...

Enough! Let me kill him. He's
really beginning to irritate me.

Captain, the exit!

That's it,
that's the way into our world.

Remarkable!
Is this a two-way passage?

Can one enter your world

and return to this one
simply by stepping through?

Yes.

Allow us to help Mr. Whalen
and we will return with... the item.

You really are a scamp, aren't you?

Do you think I'd stay here...?

If you were going to go through
yourself, that is not possible.

One look at you, sir,
is proof that anything is possible.

Step aside, Mr. Hill.

I'd shoot you myself,

but I don't want to deprive my
assistant of his greatest pleasure.

After we're gone, kill them all.
Make sure the bodies are never found.

You're insane! You think you can
kill a cop and get away with it?

Why not? I've done it before.

Come on.

Au revoir
and bonne chance, mon ami.

Our destiny awaits.

Another world!

A whole new world of plunder!

What is this? What are they doing?

They can't do this to me!
Don't they know who I am?

I'm Cyrus Redblock!

- With your permission, sir?
- Permission granted.

Data, pick up Whalen.
Take him to sickbay.

- And you, sir?
- I'll follow. You go now.

I wish I could take you with me.

Someone has to book this creep.

Once a cop, always a cop, I guess.

I have to go.

So...

...this is the big goodbye.

Tell me something, Dix.

When you've gone...
will this world still exist?

Will my wife and kids
still be waiting for me at home?

I honestly don't know.

Goodbye, my friend.

- Captain!
- Are you ready, sir?

Ready as I'll ever be, Number One.

- Open hailing frequencies.
- Open, sir.

This is Jean-Luc Picard,
Captain of the Enterprise.

You have honored us
with your words of greeting.

A new day dawns between us.

So... did you have a nice vacation?

It was a nice place to visit,
but I wouldn't want to die there.

So, Data, how was it?

It was raining
in the city by the bay.

A hard rain.

Hard enough to wash the slime...

Sorry, sir.

- Lieutenant, take us out of orbit.
- Aye, sir.

- And, Mr. La Forge...
- Sir?

Step on it!