All language subtitles for 01.19 Coming Of Age

Jake!

Wait a second.

- How are you doing?
- I'm fine.

Really.

Jake, I'm sorry.

Acting Ensign Crusher,
report to transporter room eight.

It's not your fault.

Yeah, I know.
I wish both of us were going.

I don't know. Only 32 points.

Mr. Crusher, respond.

I'm on my way, Doctor.

- I've gotta go.
- I know.

Hey, Wes.

- Do well for both of us, OK?
- Alright.

Captain's log, stardate 41416.2.

We're orbiting Relva VII,

where Wesley Crusher
is about to be tested

for entrance
into Starfleet Academy.

And to my surprise, I've learned

that my friend Admiral
Gregory Quinn is on Relva VII,

and has requested to be beamed
aboard the Enterprise immediately.

- Welcome aboard, Admiral.
- Thank you.

Capt Jean-Luc Picard,
Lt Cmdr Dexter Remmick.

Sir.

And my staff,
First Officer William Riker,

Chief Medical Officer
Beverly Crusher,

Chief of Security Natasha Yar.

- What can we do for you?
- I need to speak with you.

Certainly. This way. Number One?

Alone.

- Is this a personal matter?
- Official business.

- My First Officer should...
- Alone, Captain.

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.

Cmdr Remmick is with
the Inspector General's Office.

He'll conduct a full
investigation of the Enterprise.

What are you looking for?

I have reason to believe there may
be something wrong on this ship.

Tell me what you suspect.

It's inappropriate
to discuss it now.

Mr. Remmick,
Starfleet is counting on you.

You will find out
what is wrong on this ship.

Yes, sir. Nothing and no one
will stand in my way.

And you, Captain, are ordered
to cooperate in every way necessary.

- Is that clear?
- Yes, sir.

- Mr. Remmick, any questions?
- No questions, sir.

- Get on with your duties.
- Yes, sir.

We've known one another for years.
Tell me what you believe is wrong.

Captain, it is vitally important
that my orders be followed exactly.

- I'll be staying on the ship.
- As you wish, Admiral.

- What is it?
- What?

The unit you just put down.
Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.

A flux coordinating sensor unit.

I'm Oliana Mirren,
another finalist.

- You must be Wesley Crusher.
- Yeah.

Do you know me?

I heard there was a very smart,
very young man

who'd be tough competition.

- You wouldn't be here...
- If I weren't smart. I know.

But there's a lot more to it
than that.

You're lucky. You've had experience
aboard the Enterprise.

- T'Shanik of Vulcana Regar.
- Wesley Crusher of the Enterprise.

You do not look as if
you meet the age requirements.

- I'll be 16 next month.
- Happy birthday!

Excuse me.

I'm Wesley Crusher.

Mordock.

The Mordock?

The Benzite who constructed
the Mordock Strategy?

- I thought you were in the Academy.
- No.

Only a hopeful. Like you.

Finalists, please take your seats.

Thanks.

I'm Tac Officer Chang.

Welcome.

You are here
because you are all top candidates.

Only one student will be chosen
for the Academy.

You've shown in preliminary testing

that any of you could easily qualify.

This may be the most difficult,
exhausting experience of your life.

And the most exciting challenge.

Expect the unexpected.

May you all do your best.

May I help you, Mr. Remmick?

Keep doing
whatever it is you're doing.

There's nothing much to see here,
Commander.

We're in a standard orbit.

The station has to be manned
even if it's just routine.

Something I can help you with?

When I'm ready,
I'll want to speak with you.

Privately.

Commander, just having that guy
around makes me feel guilty.

What's he after, anyway?

I don't know.
But I'm gonna find out. Now.

Come.

- Captain, may I speak frankly?
- Always, Number One.

As First Officer,
I should know what you know.

- That's right.
- Then what's this about?

Remmick's gonna turn this ship
upside down.

That's his job.

My job is to see that this ship
runs smoothly.

Which you do very well.

- Sir, am I under investigation?
- I don't know.

- And if you did?
- I couldn't tell you.

I don't understand, sir.
This is extremely frustrating.

No less for me.

But I promised cooperation
and we shall give it.

Sir.

- I want answers, now.
- Later.

- You are ordered to cooperate.
- Not now!

When it doesn't interfere
with my duties.

Last question
on the hyperspace physics test.

The matter and antimatter
tanks on a Galaxy-class starship

are nine-tenths depleted.

Calculate the intermix ratio
necessary

to reach a starbase 100 light years
away at warp factor eight. Begin.

Time elapsed.

You now have one hour free
before the next test.

I must admit, Wesley,
you have a very fast mind.

It was a trick question,
with only one answer.

Yes, there is only one ratio with
matter/antimatter. One to one.

You both don't know
how lucky you are.

I can't imagine what it would be like
to have things come so easily.

I have to push all the way.

No, Oliana.
It doesn't come that easily.

I have to study all the time.

It's a good thing you're cute,
or you'd really be obnoxious.

See you later!

Did you hear what she said,
Mordock?

She said I was cute.

- Is that good, Wesley?
- Yes!

I think.

I should apologize, Captain.

No need.
Mr. Remmick's presence is unnerving.

Are you available now, Mr. Riker?

Or do you still have duties
to perform?

I'm available, Mr. Remmick.

Any problem with using
your ready room?

No, Mr. Remmick. Be my guest.

If you prefer to stand,
fine, Mr. Riker.

It won't have an effect
on the length of my inquiry.

Now... there are several seeming
discrepancies in the Captain's log.

Let's go over them one by one.

The Captain's log?

Yes.

To your knowledge, has the Captain
ever falsified a log?

- Have you asked him?
- Right now, I'm asking you.

If you want to discuss Capt Picard,
ask him face to face.

You must answer my questions,
unless you're covering something up.

Now... there are several
discrepancies in the Captain's log.

Shall we go over them one by one?

Proceed.

You are saying Capt Picard
had no control over this vessel.

He handed it over to Kosinski, who
took it to the edge of the universe.

No, sir, that's not what I'm saying.

Kosinski was sent by Starfleet
to improve our warp drive.

According to his own logs,

his bridge crew didn't think
highly of Kosinski's theories,

yet the Captain gave him access
to the engines. True, La Forge?

Not exactly.

One way or the other, Picard lost
control of this ship. Is that true?

Yes, but that's not how it happened.

So, the answer is yes.

Is the Captain emotionally
and psychologically fit for command?

Nothing in his history or personality
to suggest... mental lapses?

Nothing.

Not even the Ferengi incident
on his old starship, the Stargazer?

He was being controlled by
a mind-altering machine.

Without his knowledge.

I would call that a mental lapse.

Ensign, what are you doing
on the holodeck?

I thought you were on Relva VII.

I'm finished testing for the day.

- I've disturbed you. I'll leave.
- Wait.

I thought I wanted to be alone.
I guess I don't.

- How is the testing?
- OK, so far.

It's not the ones
I've studied for I'm worried about.

It's the psych test.
Facing my deepest fear.

I'm trying to decide
what images to bring up.

- Why?
- I guess I want to scare myself.

What do you think?
Bulgallian rats? Lightning storms?

Do those things frighten you?

Sort of, I guess.

The psych test is no more or less
important than the rest.

So they said.
But I can't stop thinking about it.

Thinking about what you can't
control only wastes energy

and creates its own enemy.

How can they know what
my deepest fear is when I don't?

By analyzing your
psychological profile.

They were accurate
about everyone I tested with.

Including myself.

You? I thought nothing
could frighten a Klingon warrior.

Only fools have no fear.

I'm sorry. I'm asking
too many personal questions.

It is very difficult for me
to depend on anyone for anything.

But especially for my life.

On the Enterprise,
you do that every day.

Everyone depends
on everyone else to protect them.

Yes.

- So you overcame it?
- No! It is still my enemy.

We can eliminate three
bulky machines from cargo space.

Excellent, Number One.

Captain. Unauthorized entry
in main shuttle bay.

- Unauthorized?
- Who is it, Lieutenant?

Computer reads ID of Jake Kurland.

Bridge to main shuttle bay.
Mr. Kurland, Lt Yar. Respond.

- Isn't that area secured?
- Not now, Remmick!

- He'll take this out.
- Locking the doors.

Too late. He's using
the emergency override.

- Smart kid!
- Kid?

- He's launching.
- On viewer.

Lt Yar, open channel.

Enterprise to shuttlecraft.
Mr. Kurland, this is Capt Picard.

Captain, I'm going to Beltane IX

to sign on to a freighter.

Tell my father... I'm sorry.

You can tell him yourself.
In person.

- Bring that ship back at once.
- No.

I can't face him.

I'm leaving.

He's unbalanced
the dilithium reaction.

I've lost power!

All he's got are maneuvering jets.

He'll enter the atmosphere
and burn up

at an altitude of 200 kilometers.

- Probable impact?
- Atmospheric entry 78 seconds.

- Options?
- Tractor beam?

No. He's too far away
for a positive lock.

He's out of transporter range.

You are completely
responsible for his life.

Either get out of my way
and keep quiet,

or I will have you removed
from the bridge.

- Viewer on shuttle cockpit.
- Visual on main viewer.

I can't get the engine started!

What am I gonna do?

I'm gonna crash!

He needs another 50 seconds
for the core to cool down.

Stay calm, Jake.

We'll get you back.

Please... Help me!

It's no use, Captain.
I'm gonna die out here.

- In 30 seconds he can restart.
- Irrelevant, sir.

A restart will not give enough thrust
to escape impact.

Mr. Kurland,
you will not die out there.

You will do exactly what I tell you.

Aim the nose of the shuttlecraft
directly at Relva VII.

Aim it at Relva?
I can't! That's crazy!

- Do it!
- But I'll burn up!

28 seconds to impact.

Listen carefully. This is Capt Picard
and I'm giving you an order.

Aim the shuttle at Relva!

OK.

- It's done.
- Good.

Now, monitor your speed exactly.

When it hits point 020,
I want you to restart the engine.

And when I tell you, pull up hard!

Point 020 speed.

Captain... I sure hope you're right.

You�ll just have to trust me.

Point 003.

009.

012.

Six seconds to impact.

Hold on, Jake. It'll be bumpy.

015.

019.

Restart the engine now!

Pull up hard!

Yeah!

Incredible!

How did he do it?

He built up speed
and bounced her off the atmosphere.

Mr. Kurland,
I assume you can maneuver it home?

- Yes, sir.
- Do it.

Then report to Mr. Riker.

Yes, sir.

Very... original, Captain.

But how did that child
acquire access to a shuttlecraft?

He's a highly qualified
Academy candidate,

trained in many areas,
including shuttles.

Did this full training
include discipline?

Mr. Remmick, young men
sometimes make rash choices.

Mr. Kurland will receive
a strong refresher,

specifically in discipline.

I'll note that in my report.

Full cooperation, Number One.

You. I have a package
for Operations. Where is it?

End of the corridor,
on your right. 104.

Excuse me.

You blocked my path!

You Bulgallian sludge rat!

I'm sorry. It was an honest mistake.
I apologize.

- Is there a problem, gentlemen?
- No, sir.

How dare you! I am Rondon!

You despicable Melanoid slimeworm!
Liar!

Who do you think you're bullying?
You bumped into me!

It was your mistake!
You were at fault!

Do you want this to become violent?

Friend.

I like you.

- A very strange reaction.
- Not really.

I saw his hand was webbed.
The sign of a Zaldan.

But you became hostile.

Zaldans are infuriated by courtesy.

They view it as a phoney social
behavior covering true feelings.

Congratulations, Mr. Crusher.

You handled that particular incident
very well.

Was this incident deliberate?

It's important to know how you
candidates deal with other cultures.

Other species.

- Then it was a test.
- Yes.

Not all tests are announced,
or what they appear to be.

Zaldans have webbed fingers.

I wouldn't have passed.

- You're an android?
- Yes, sir.

You are programmed
to tell the entire truth?

There is a problem with this ship,
Mr. Data.

It's in the records.

Somewhere.

I need your help to find it.

All the records
are available to you, sir.

But this information
is very cleverly hidden.

Your Captain is not
what he appears to be.

Do not forget that you have loyalty
to Starfleet above all else.

Loyalty is not the issue, Commander.

There is nothing wrong with
Capt Picard, or the ship's logs.

There must be something wrong
with your assumption.

That is not acceptable, Mr. Data.

Acceptable or not, sir...
it is the truth.

Just how did this contaminant
get aboard this ship?

By accident, sir.

Meaning Capt Picard has no standing
procedure for this type of situation?

No. Meaning by accident... sir.

You don't like me very much, do you?

Is it required, sir?

How would you characterize your
relationship with Capt Picard?

We're Starfleet officers who've
known each other for many years.

Everything said here
is confidential, Doctor.

You can be completely open with me.

About what?

About how you feel serving with a man

who is responsible
for the death of your husband.

My personal feelings
about Capt Picard

are irrelevant to this investigation,
and none of your business.

Then you confirm the accuracy
of the log report.

You violated the Prime Directive
of the Edo.

You interfered with their laws!

Yes. It is exactly as I explained it
in the log records.

All to save Dr Crusher's son.

A crew member
was being held unjustly.

I stand by my decision.

You've talked to every member
of this ship.

You've had enough time
to find whatever you're looking for.

Are you afraid, if I keep looking,
I'll find that you're guilty?

All I'm guilty of is allowing
this charade to go on so long.

Admiral, if it is me
you're investigating,

ask me directly
what you want to know.

And please tell me what is going on.

I need a little more time.

How much? I won't tolerate
my crew being harassed any longer.

Remmick's full report
is almost ready.

- I want to hear him present it.
- That is my intention.

Cmdr Remmick,
report to Admiral Quinn.

On my way, sir.

This has been a strain
on our friendship.

I know.
Believe me, Jean-Luc, I regret that.

But it has been necessary.

I can't get it!

Yes, you can. Don't fight it.

Relax into it
and let it come by itself.

No, it's going too fast!

I can't do it.

You've got your rotation factor.
Just put in your vector coordinates.

Time elapsed.

Congratulations, Mordock.

That was the second-fastest time
ever recorded on this test.

You all did well.

No. It should not have been
that way.

Mr. Crusher helped me.

Yes. I know.

An interesting choice, Mr. Crusher.

Especially given how close you
and Mr. Mordock are in overall score.

You all have an hour to prepare
for your last test.

The psych test, sir?

We prefer to think of it
as a psychological evaluation

based on reactions
to various individual problems.

But... psych test will do.

Sir?

Please sit down, Mr. Remmick.

Proceed with your report.

Admiral, I've done my best to be
thorough in this investigation.

Continue.

I couldn't find
what you asked for, sir.

I spoke to officer after officer
at length,

I pried into the ship's logs.

Yet I found nothing wrong.

Except, perhaps, a casual familiarity
among the bridge crew, but...

...mostly, that comes from
a sense of teamwork.

And a feeling of family.

I'm sorry, sir. I did my best.

Quite.

- You're dismissed, Commander.
- Yes, sir.

My tour in the Inspector General's
Office will be up in six months.

When I'm finished...

...this is where
I'd like to serve, sir.

Don't judge the young man
too harshly. He's a good officer.

It's not him I'm inclined to judge.

Don't judge me too harshly either,
until I've finished.

We had to be very sure of you.

Some of us at Starfleet Command

became suspicious of certain problems
in the Federation.

What problems?

Someone or something
is trying to destroy

everything we've built up
in the last 200 years.

- What's your evidence?
- I can't say.

- Too many people are involved.
- What do you want from me?

I don't know if the threat comes
from the inside or the outside.

I need people I can trust in
strong positions in the Federation.

- You have my complete support.
- That's not enough.

I want to promote you to Admiral.

And I want you to take over
as Commandant of Starfleet Academy.

- The Academy?
- Yes.

- The Academy?
- I need you close.

Then there was never
a problem with the Enterprise?

No. But I had to be sure
you hadn't been coopted.

Greg...

...this is... politics.

And...

I...

I'm not good at politics.

Surely there are others
who are... better suited.

Alright, even if I am wrong,
and I hope I am,

you're still
the best man for the job.

I appreciate the value
of what you're offering.

It's not a decision
I can make quickly.

I need an answer soon.

Alright.
You'll have it tonight, Admiral.

Thank you.

Mr. Mordock will be finished
with his psych test momentarily.

Are you alright?

I will be.

You're next.

Good luck.

I'm here.

I'm ready.

Maybe they forgot.

Breathe.

Gotta remember to breathe.

Evacuate immediately.
65 seconds to seal-off.

Somebody help! Something's wrong
in the environmental lab!

Help! We're trapped!

I can't move! Please, help me!

We're gonna die in here!

The liquid hydrogen's gonna blow!

The shut-off valve ruptured!
Hurry up!

My legs are crushed!
You gotta help me!

Give me a hand!

We're gonna die!

Help me!

I can't!

- It's too late!
- 30 seconds to seal-off.

Come on!

If we don't get out, they'll seal us
in to contain the explosion!

Come on! You're not hurt!

I can't go through that!

Yes, you can!

- You've got to!
- 20 seconds to seal-off.

Come on! I can't carry you both!

You're not hurt!

Ten seconds to seal-off.

It's too late!

I'm sorry...

- Officer Chang, there's...
- Wesley.

It's alright.

Thanks.

An excellent performance,
Mr. Crusher.

Performance?

That was the test?

Yes.

A man could have died.

Theoretically, yes.

You had to make a choice.
And you did.

There's no right or wrong about it.

Your greatest fear has been that
you couldn't make that decision.

Because of my father?
Because Cap...

Because someone made that choice...

...and my father died.

- Sir.
- Yes, Number One?

Mr. Remmick has left the ship.

Yes. He found nothing wrong
on the Enterprise.

You can inform the crew that
Admiral Quinn is most impressed.

Thank you.
They'll be pleased to hear that.

- So what was he after?
- They were after me, Number One.

They want me to take over
as Commandant, Starfleet Academy.

Congratulations!
What a wonderful choice, sir.

You'll shape the minds
of the future leaders of Starfleet.

You haven't decided what you'll do.

Yes, I have, Number One.
I've decided I'm going for a walk.

I'm proud of all of you.
You've done a superb job.

Each of you would make
a fine Starfleet officer.

It's unfair that only one candidate
will attend the Academy this year.

And a loss to the Federation

if the rest of you
do not return to test again.

Mr. Mordock will be the candidate.

His results were slightly higher
than Mr. Crusher's.

Congratulations, Mr. Mordock.

You're the first Benzite
in Starfleet.

Thank you, sir. But it's not right.

It shouldn't be me.

Wesley lost points
because he helped me.

He should not be punished
for generosity.

He wasn't.

He lost time,
but it wasn't only that.

Candidates... thank you.

And good luck.

I am sorry, Wesley.

It's OK. You deserved to win.

Besides, you'd do the same for me.

Yes. I believe I would.

Congratulations.

Well, personally, I hate losing.

So be ready next year, Wesley.
I won't be easy to beat!

Yes, sir.

Are you...

...feeling better?

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry I damaged the shuttle,
Captain.

Mr. Riker said I can help fix it
as part of discipline training.

I hope you learned
that running away solves nothing.

Yes, sir.

And I am sorry I messed up.

You kept your wits about you.
Don't forget that.

No, sir. And thank you.

Thank you for... saving my life.

That's my job, young man.

Yes, sir.

Why aren't you in your dress uniform
for Admiral Quinn's farewell dinner?

I didn't think it appropriate, sir.

Why not?

I failed.

I didn't get into the Academy.

I failed you
and I failed the Enterprise.

Ridiculous.

- Did you do your best?
- Yes.

When you test next year, do you think
your performance will improve?

Yes.

Good.

The only person you're truly
competing against is yourself.

Then you're not disappointed?

You have to measure your
successes and your failures within,

not by anything
that I or anyone else might think.

But...

...if it helps you to know this...

...I failed the first time.
And you may not tell anyone.

You?

- You failed?
- Yes. But not the second time!

Now, you'll do me the courtesy
of joining us at dinner.

I have to disappoint an old friend.

Wish I could convince you
to change your mind.

I'll serve you better here.

This is where you belong.

If you should need me...

I've been playing politics
too long.

Perhaps I see conspiracies
everywhere.

Don't worry.

Safe travels, my friend.

Set course for Algeron IV.

Course plotted and laid in, sir.

Shall we continue with our mission?

Yes, sir.

Excellent.

Engage.