All language subtitles for Star.Trek.Picard.S03E08.720p.WEB.x265-MiNX

♪

RIKER: You really think
after 35 years of loyalty

that I'm gonna betray
my friends for you?

No, Captain Riker, not for me.

PICARD: Where is Will Riker?

Is he alive?

Me, Admiral?

I'm as good as dead.

Just like you.

GEORDI: Simply put,
this unit is currently home

to both Data and
Lore simultaneously.

There is a clear partition,

each one fighting
for dominance. If I lift

that partition
and Lore prevails,

we might lose Data,
and this time forever.

SEVEN OF NINE:
Everything we've seen

indicates a coordinated
effort by the Changelings

to infiltrate Starfleet.

The entire Frontier Day
ceremony is in danger.

FACE: Do whatever is necessary,

we must have the boy.

Do not fail me.

I've always felt...

[rumbling]

different.

SIDNEY: Jack,
what-what should I do?

Was that you in my head?

Please. You have to trust me.

Solids like you ruin
every world you touch.

PICARD: Picard to Shaw,

don't let them reach

the bridge access lift.

- [grunts]
- SEVEN OF NINE: Weapons ready.

Open a channel.

[over comm]: Attention.

And, Jack, my dear,

it's time you learned
who you truly are.

♪

Let's start by
taking their eyes.

Enough is enough.

Lore can't control
what he can't access.

- I thought you unplugged him.
- I did.

This is her.

She's locking us
out from the bridge.

VADIC: Now... take their ears.

Ensign Riggs to
bridge. Do you copy?

- Damn it. Comms are dead.
- [growling]

Fall back. Fall back!

[overlapping shouting]

Take the very
road ahead of them.

[panicked shouting]

VADIC: With nowhere left to run.

[alarm blaring]

[shouting, weapons
firing over comm]

Can you access the ship's
security comms from here?

BEVERLY: I'm trying, but
the bridge is locking us out.

- [screaming over comms] -
FEMALE: They've got us pinned down!

Transport,
security... Everything.

- [weapons continue firing]
- [screaming, shouting continues]

[comm shuts off]

There it is.

[alert blaring]

PICARD: Damn it.

We must find a way to
regain manual control,

- or we lose everything.
- [alert stops]

[overlapping whispering voices]

SIDNEY: What is he doing?

[overlapping voices continue]

MALE: I'm all alone in here.

I need to regroup with my squad.

Where are all the others?

[whispering voices stop]

[growls]

[gasping]

Jack.

It's no use.

She's locked us out,

seized control of
half the bloody ship.

Titan is hers now.

[giggles]

[boatswain's whistle blows]

Attention, crew

of the Federation
starship USSTitan,

this is your captain speaking.

You are now without sight,

without sound,

without freedom of movement.

And with a tap of my finger,

without oxygen to breathe

or gravity to stand.

I can make the halls boil

or the crew mess snow with cold.

Or...

I can be on my way

with Jack Crusher in tow.

Consider that.

While I consider
which of these, uh,

fine officers up here
you might miss most.

So...

[inhales sharply]

So, Jack Crusher to the bridge,

would you, please.

♪

♪

[force fields warbling]

- [Riker groans]
- TROI: Hold still.

-[groaning] -Hold still.
I'm trying to clean...

Shh. Don't be so dramatic.

I'm nearly done.

Oh...

Though your beard has
gone from brown to grey

to blood red.

The face of an old man
who can still take a punch.

[chuckles]

Almost.

I've missed you, imzadi.

Imzad... I should have
taught you another word.

Yintaru?

Yintaru? What does that mean?

Baby of immense size.

[laughs]

[groans, sighs]

You've changed.

I can feel it.

In the nebula,

I came face-to-face
with bleakness.

I hadn't felt that since...

Well...

But when we came out of it...

all I wanted was
to see your face.

I missed loving you, imzadi.

Oh, you are clearly concussed.

Oh, definitely.

But when they kill us,

at least I'll die... [sighs]

knowing I gave
you one final dose

- of the old Riker charm.
- [chuckles]

Well, you should know

the Changeling that came to
our home pretending to be you...

He was pretty charming, too.

- Really?
- Mm.

How charming?

- Good in bed, bad at pizza.
- Huh.

[laughs]: So just like me.

[both sigh heavily]

I knew they were imposters
the moment they arrived,

even though I can't
really read Changelings.

These...

- they're different.
- Yeah, we know.

- Evolved physiology.
- [door whooshes open, shuts]

Well, most of them have
left this ship with their leader,

along with her rage

and her anger and her vengeance.

Did we do the right thing,

giving them the
compromised code?

I couldn't let them torture
you anymore. I just couldn't.

And I knew Jean-Luc
would know what to do.

With any luck, right now,

he set a classic
Captain Picard trap.

And as we speak, he's
got her on the ropes.

Mm.

This is cozy. I'm
gonna take this with me.

[snorts]

Don't give me that
look. I won't apologize.

- You should have blown the turbolift.
- But I didn't.

And I'd make the
same decision again.

I draw the line
at trading lives.

You are a Starfleet officer.

You don't have the
luxury to only make choices

that feel hunky-dory.

- [scoffs]
- Everything has consequences.

- Consequences like saving your life?
- Commander Hansen...

My name is Seven of Nine.

Consequences that
haven't happened yet.

Not just to you or me,

but to the entire ship.

Send a team

to find our shy little fox,

while I try to coax
him out with some...

[sighs] fresh meat.

[door whooshes open, shuts]

[boatswain's whistle blows]

Ooh, Jack, dearest.

Are you pleased with yourself?

Forcing this chaos,

this suffering

upon your crew.

And still you refuse me.

You have ten minutes
to come to the bridge

or I'll execute one crew member

for every ten
minutes that follow.

Starting...

- well, now.
- [comm chirps]

Absolutely not.

I will not let you
go up on the bridge.

- Jack, don't sacrifice yourself.
- PICARD: Once Vadic has you,

she will destroy the
ship before taking you

wherever the hell
she aims to take you.

JACK: And where else can it be?

Where else would
a Changeling reside

but the Great Link... The
home world for their kind?

Vadic intimated revenge.

Her focus on who
you are suggests that

she has something more
infinitely complicated in mind.

Okay, well, let's be
clear, then, shall we?

I am not a Changeling.

I have never changed
into or from anything.

I-I am who I am, a talker...

Not sleight of hand
but sleight of words...

All just to distract
from this-this feeling

that I have...

I've always been different.

But not...

not like their kind. No,
no, no. Not like that.

Not in that way.

But something has changed in me.

And if I tell you
something, both of you,

- I need you to swear to me...
- Of course, darling.

I can assure you,
Jack, I'm here.

I think I can retake the ship.

Jack, tell me how.

Vadic has the bridge.
Her people are everywhere.

Vadic has cut off our vision...

but I can still see.

I can connect to people.

See through their eyes,
move their bodies. I...

It-It's all in my head.

I can slip around
them, retake the bridge.

I-I know-I know what
this must sound like,

but time is running out and
I have to do something now.

Brain function is normal.
If he was hallucinating...

- These are not hallucinations.
- He's telling the truth.

I've seen him do
what he's talking about.

Felt him do it to me.

It saved my life.

This may indeed be why
they've been hunting you.

You're special,

in some way, unique.

If you can truly
do these things...

Connect to one of our own...

There may be
something we can try.

In the event of a
hostile takeover,

high-ranking Starfleet officers

are given an override codex.

To lock down the
ship and all its systems.

But in this case, we can use it
to unlock it and regain control.

Except that Vadic has
control of every console

on the ship except
on the bridge.

What if I can get up there?

Through them?

I can maybe, just-just possibly

reach out,

connect, or...

even control one of our own.

I can try.

I have to try.

One minute left, Jack.

How exciting.

Input this codex
into the console...

How did you know?

How did you know Jean-Luc
Picard's override codex?

Unless...

Oh, my, my, my.

Is that you in there,
Jack Crusher?

Look at you,

finally living up to
all your potential.

[gasps]

She knows.

- Open comms.
- [boatswain's whistle blows]

Jack, I'm afraid

your first ten
minutes have expired.

[growls]

-Let them go. You want to do this. Take me.
-SHAW: Hansen...

Hansen!

[whispering]: Hansen.

There is nothing...

nothing you can do.

He's right.

What's your name?

Ensign Kova Rin Esmar.

Communications,

- USSTitan.
- Jack, don't.

[growls]

And you?

Lieutenant Matthew
Arliss Mura. Tactical.

No! No.

Tell me something else.

Tell me about
someone who loves you.

My... my son.

A son.

Picard has a son.

Why don't you tell
him to come up here.

I can't.

Because I'm Starfleet.

Want to see what
control looks like?

[whimpering]

Tell them.

SEVEN OF NINE: She just
executed Lieutenant T'Veen.

- [Esmar gasps]
- Jack.

- Come to the bridge.
- [crying]

If not...

we'll have to repeat
this little exercise

again and again and again.

RIKER: TheTitan's strategic
advantage won't last.

They're still outgunned.

We may not survive.

Kestra will have lost everyone.

You're not giving
up again, are you?

You left the second
Jean-Luc called

and put half a
galaxy between us.

I know you were angry at
what I did when Thad died,

but you gave up.

I didn't give up.

I was numb.

You know why?

Because our son died, Deanna,

- and I needed to feel the grief.
- [sighs]

Your grief was taking you over.

You were disappearing from us.

And you used your Betazoid
powers to push yourself

inside my head to dull the pain.

And when that
wasn't enough for you,

we both gave up.

Well, unlike you,

I felt the weight
of everyone's grief

and not just my own.

It was my last
connection to him,

and you tried to erase it.

Not erase it.

Take it.

Help you carry it.

But I forgot the one thing that

all counselors should remember.

You can't skip to
the end of healing.

Besides,

if anyone's leaving
that planet, it's me.

I thought you loved Nepenthe.

No.

We went there for Thad, but
it's not really my cup of tea.

Honey.

- It's not mine either.
- That house...

It's like it was
designed by a cabal

of retro prairie hipsters.

Even the way the-the
front stairs groaned at me.

It's a very judgy foyer.

And those birds every morning,

like screaming babies.

Nepenthian Red-winged
Banshees... Horrible.

You know what they say, the only
thing worse than a woodpecker...

BOTH [laughing]: Is a
two-headed woodpecker.

I miss the city, Will.

I miss crowds and

raktajino lattes and people.

I miss people...

Angry, joyful,
complicated people.

Then why are we there?

Because we have to be willing

to go through that
door to what's next.

- [door whooshes open]
- Here they come.

- Don't touch her.
- [growling]

[groans]

- Worf!
- Worf!

- One's personal space is a right.
- TROI: Oh.

Deanna.

I have counted the days

since I last saw you,

like waves in the ocean:
constant and unending.

I have thought of
your empathic gifts

often during my self-evaluation.

- Well, that's wonderful, Worf.
- Inappropriate.

The work I've done on myself...

the level of sensitivity
that I have achieved

has been in more
ways than one...

Is this a rescue mission or
a continuation of the torture?

We must leave.

First, there is
something you must see.

JACK: What other
choice do we have?

We all know this only ends
by me going up to the bridge

and turning myself over.

If I stay here, eventually
she's gonna find me.

But if I go, at least there's a
chance she'll spare the rest.

Jack, please don't do
this. It won't solve anything.

I've tried everything to regain
control of even just one system.

In a year, I could
write a code that could

maybe override her commands.

In month, my father
could do it, but in minutes?

We'd need an
asynchronous AI matrix

capable of computational speeds

beyond 90 trillion
operations a second.

What?

Data, can you hear me in there?

Or am I talking to Lore?

Six years ago,

you brought a gift to my
anniversary dinner on Rigel.

A Chateau Picard Bordeaux,
which you said was too dry

because your taste in
wine is pedestrian at best.

Definitely Picard.

[phasers power off]

Geordi, we have a plan to
regain control of the ship.

We need your robot
friend to talk to the ship,

access its systems and
override Vadic's bridge command.

We can't risk
reconnecting him. It-it...

Data's not exactly
alone in there.

You said there was
some kind of partition

- separating Data's matrix from Lore's.
- That's a good thing, too.

Otherwise, there'd
be nothing there

to prevent Lore from
completely erasing Data.

Well, couldn't we
just reverse that?

You raise the partition

and Data erases Lore,
then takes control of the ship.

Data's ethical subroutines

don't permit him to take a life

of any kind.

Dad, we're out of options.

[sighs]

All right, uh, th-this
is gonna take time.

I can get you time.

[door whooshes open]

[door whooshes shut]

GEORDI: Okay, we only
have one chance at this.

When we remove the partition,

there is no going back.

No safeguards, no backups.

Data.

If you can hear me in there,

better buckle up.

["Le Chevalier" by Marie-Martine
Bisson & Marc Brunet playing]

LORE: Your friend is removing
the partition between us.

He's hoping you will
overpower me so they can

regain control
of their little ship.

Whatever he's attempting,
it will only hasten the end.

For you.

GEORDI: So, you say everything
in here has some significance?

DATA: Holmes collected nothing...
neither trinkets nor thoughts,

which were not specifically
significant to him.

Reminiscing, are we?

Scanning through your
meaningless memorabilia?

In my mind,

you would find mightier things.

Symbols of power, conquest...

The only sensible measure
of the success of a life.

While you...

- you collect trinkets.
- DATA: neither trinkets nor thoughts,

which were not specifically...

These trinkets are my memories.

The only sensible measure
of the worth of a life.

And what a fairy tale it's been.

While I was left
abandoned, alone,

you were showered with
all the love and friendship

the galaxy could offer.

[scoffs] What a waste.

You can't even feel
enough to enjoy it.

[gasps] What...

what-what have you done?

I'm overpowering you, brother,

as I always could.

One life-form...

replacing another.

Evolution, my dear Watson.

WORF: Raffaela.

Don't worry. It's still me.

WORF: All clear.

TROI: Jean-Luc.

Do not worry. It is not him.

It is only his former shell.

His biological body
before he went positronic.

This is what the
Changelings really wanted

- from Daystrom Station.
- WORF: However,

it is not Picard's
body they wanted

- but what it contained.
- RAFFI: They removed

portions of his parietal lobe,

sections that were infected
with Irumodic Syndrome.

Why the hell would
they want that?

I think I can download
the database.

- Raffi.
- Deanna.

- Mm.
- Strange days, huh?

You're telling me.

COMPUTER: Download complete.

RIKER: Riker to Titan.

- [static over comm]
- You read me?

The shields are up. Comms down.

They've lost
control of the ship.

[alarm blaring]

Your absence has
been discovered.

We must return
to the shuttle. Now.

It's time for me to give
another demonstration

of my impatience.

Don't you dare!

COMPUTER: Turbolift active.

Baby boy.

I was sure you'd
decline my invitation.

No. My mother taught me
better manners than that.

I even brought you a gift.

COMPUTER: Unknown
device detected.

GEORDI: Lore's
matrix is growing.

His programing
is overriding Data,

devouring him bit by bit.

PICARD: There must
be a way we can stop it.

GEORDI: No, Jean-Luc.

This battle is all Data's now.

DATA: Curious.

I'm finding it difficult
to maintain focus.

Not your focus, brother,

your existence.

I'm consuming you.

At any moment,

you will simply cease to be.

And all these memories,

so priceless to you,

will simply fade away.

My memories define me.

I am who I am
because they exist.

Even though I do not share

your desire to dominate,

I recognize,

given my current state,

I am powerless to stop you.

Indeed.

I hoped you'd see it that way.

PICARD: Data, please,

fight, damn it.

We need you, old friend.

We need to retake the bridge.

VADIC: I'm confused.

- Do you think that will kill me?
- JACK: Maybe.

Maybe not.

I'm quite sure of one
thing, though: it will kill me.

So if you want me
alive, you let them go.

There's really
no point resisting.

[inhales sharply]
Jack, Jack, Jack.

Like a jack-in-the-box

ready to pop, pop, pop.

They've served their purpose.

Lock them in there.

Hansen, what are you doing?!

Accepting the consequences.

You really should have gone.

You really shouldn't
have come up.

VADIC: How fitting it is

for you to stay
and witness this.

Vadic, I'm here. Come on.

Tell me, what do
you want from me?

Your gifts.

My gifts?

Well, seeing as you
know so much about them,

why don't you indulge
me, tell me, flatter me.

What are they?

Ooh, Jack Crusher.

What's it like?

Roaming from planet to planet,

species to species,

but never able to outrun

that awful,

constant shadow...

of isolation?

Loneliness?

[sighs] A life in
service to others...

A calling?

Or was it...

guilt?

Did you always know...
Deep, deep down...

What you are?

Look, Vadic,

if at any point you
want to stop talking

in batshit circles,
I'm all ears.

Ears?

Yes.

You've heard them, haven't you?

The voices.

What's that like?

After years

of solitude, silence,

then finally s-s...

so many voices.

I can help you...

put the pieces together.

The answers.

The choice is yours, Jack.

Are you not curious to
see what's behind that...

red door?

What is she talking about?

GEORDI: Data's primary functions

are beginning to shut down.

Lore's writing his own code.

We're about to
lose Data forever.

DATA: Included in this memory

are the many hours I spent

playing poker with my friends.

These belong to you now.

Tell me.

Why are you giving
me these things?

Because you have had nothing

while I have had everything.

PICARD: Geordi, I'm no expert,

but this looks like surrender.

[Spot meows]

[meows]

This is Spot.

This simple creature

managed something...

quite miraculous.

Something of which I did
not know I was capable.

In a way,

he taught me to love.

He is the best of me.

- The last of me. Yes.
- [meows]

[gasps]

Damn.

[breathes sharply]

That's it.

That's it, he's gone.

[Spot meows]

[gasps]

I f-feel...

What's happening?

I merely discovered the
error in your deception.

That my memories were
not without value to you.

I knew, because
they belonged to me,

you would see them as trophies

and be unable to resist them.

You took the
things that were me,

and in doing so...
you have become me.

We...

are one now.

We...

are me.

Goodbye, brother.

Goodbye, brother.

[gasps, pants]

Data?

Yes.

[Data sighs]

Data, we need your help.

- The ship is in trouble.
- Say no more.

Accessing ship systems.

RIKER [over comm]: Shuttlecraft
Emerson toTitan. Do you read?

He did it. We've got comms back.

Shu-Shuttle, it's La
Forge. We read you.

Ensign, what's
going on over there?

Vadic took control of the ship,

but we're taking it
back and we need you.

You're clear to dock.

RAFFI: Copy that.
Coming to assist.

- [boatswain's whistle blows]
- Greetings USS Titan.

This is your
friendly, positronic,

pissed-off security
system back on line.

Find them. Go.

DATA: Unwanted guests

and monologuing protoplasms,

I am announcing an
immediate shift change.

Hey, boys.

[grunting]

DATA: Jack Crusher,

you are up.

That's my cue.

What the hell are you doing?

[shouts]

- Picard, do it now!
- PICARD: Bridge,

open the evacuation hatch, now.

[alarm blares]

Get off my bridge.

Oh, fucking solids.

Picard, close it now!

♪

Captain Shaw, may I
present your ship back.

Stations.

We're not done yet.

ESMAR: Captain Riker's
team is back on board, sir.

Commander.

You take this one.

Lieutenant Mura,
target the Shrike.

With pleasure, Commander.

Give it everything we've got.

Fire!

♪

You did well.

But you're still throwing
from the left shoulder.

What? That's bullshit.

WORF: You must
snap at the wrist.

- That's what I was doing.
- You all right?

You're scary.

[groans softly]

RIKER: Deanna? What's wrong?

[sighs] There's a
darkness on this ship.

All-consuming darkness.

Welcome back, Commander.
We've missed you.

I hope, in me...

you will see the
friend you once knew.

[chuckles softly]

For better or worse,
I am changed.

[scoffs] Clearly older.

Young or old, we are
so glad to have you back.

Thank you, doctor.

It has always
been my desire to...

know the totality of
the human experience.

I have already tasted death.

- But this...
- [neck cracks]

Oh.

[exclaims softly]

This is new.

I believe...

we're good here.

Hey, Data.

- You just used a contraction.
- No, I didn't.

[stammers] No, I-I
heard you clearly...

[laughs]

It appears I'm capable
of using contractions now.

And humor, too.

Wow. That certainly is new.

Many things are new to me,

including myself.

I am still Data

but also Lore, B-4,

all that Dr. Soong
programed into this body.

Well, tell me.

How do you feel?

I feel... [sighs]

I feel.

Well...

I hope that you can sense,
as fully as any human

has ever felt anything,

how happy I am to
have my friend back.

And it would be
negligent of me not to say,

despite my many changes,

the one thing that will
remain forever constant

is my gratitude
for your friendship.

- Data! [chuckles]
- Counselor.

Admiral, ladies and gentlemen,

allow me to introduce
you to the newest version

of a very old friend.

With an upgrade, I'm told.

Oh, I am mostly
myself, I assure you.

Albeit with a dash of
computational joie de vivre.

PICARD: The last time we spoke,

you wished to experience death.

As happy as I am that
you're here, I hope that

we haven't betrayed that wish.

No, sir.

I know that me

is resting peacefully.

But this me...

This me would rather be
no place else in the universe.

Join us.

It's been a long
time since we all

sat around a table like this.

Too long, really, by far.

I am so grateful to be here.

Hardship may have
brought me here,

but I want you all
to know that there

wasn't a day all those years

that I didn't miss all of you.

TROI: And we missed you, too.

I even found myself talking
to you on my darkest days.

Well, on my happiest ones, too.

It turns out you give
really good advice,

even when you're not there.

So you were always in my heart

- when it mattered.
- Thank you.

I have slaughtered countless
enemies over the years

and considered sending
their heads to all of you.

But I was advised
that that was...

- passive-aggressive.
- [scattered laughter]

All that matters is that

we are together once more,

because I need you, all of you.

Changelings have
infiltrated Starfleet.

Whatever it is
they've got planned,

Frontier Day is just hours away.

RIKER: And we've
got almost no answers.

We're analyzing the data
that we pulled from the Shrike

to see what it was that they
were extracting from your body.

If I may, this is all
factual information

that ignores a...

an emotional truth.

One which I felt the moment
I set foot on this vessel.

Whatever the Changelings
have in store for Frontier Day

is tied directly to Jack.

There's something
happening to him.

Visions, voices.

He has abilities that
we... we just can't explain.

PICARD: And whatever the cause,

it is getting stronger.

TROI: There's a
darkness with that boy.

Not in him, but...

around him, passing through him.

And a voice inside
him... Ancient and weak.

But a voice that isn't his own.

I think it's time
I met your son.

Are you ready?

Well, I'll say this.

You don't spend
a lifetime practicing

the art of
charismatic deflection

because you want
to invite people in.

Well, as a counselor,

I would normally wait
for you to seek me out,

but I think we can both agree

that the quickest
path to the truth

is what everyone
needs right now.

So...

[trembling breath]

Jack.

Stay with me.

Follow my voice.

Jack, have you ever...

In your dreams,
in your imagination,

even perhaps
when you're awake...

Have you ever seen a door?

JACK: The red door.

- The talking door.
- WHISPERING VOICES: Jack. Jack.

- The door I've no desire to open.
- Why?

'Cause I'm terrified
about what's behind it.

[growling]

- It's time to open the door, Jack.
- No.

No.

I don't know that I can.

WHISPERING VOICE: Jack...

We'll go together.

You're not alone.

[creaking, rumbling]

[whispering voices echoing]

WHISPERING VOICE: Jack.

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