All language subtitles for Star Trek Voyager - 1x15 - Jetrel.DVD.en

He hasn't left me
with a single shot.

ln that case, pal,
call a safety.

Safety?

Yeah, it's a defensive strategy.

Since you can't make a shot,

the idea is to leave
the cue ball

somewhere on the table

where Tuvok can't make a shot,
either.

l don't know.
lt sounds cowardly.

Suit yourself, pal,
but, uh, if you leave

''Vulcan Slim'' over here
with an open shot,

he's got a very good chance
of running the table.

All right... safety.

Ah!

Mr. Vulcan, let's see you reason
your way out of this conundrum.

This safety business

is a lot more satisfying
than l imagined.

l've left him
with an impossible shot.

The shot may be difficult,
Mr. Neelix,

but to say that it is impossible
is an exaggeration.

Go ahead, then.

Call your shot.

Logic would dictate that if
l strike the cue ball properly,

it will deflect first off
the rear bumper, then the side,

striking the 1 1 ball
and causing it to roll

directly into the corner pocket.

This l have to see.

Perhaps the ship's stabilizers

are not operating
at peak efficiency.

Yeah, and maybe Tom Terrific
over here forgot to tell you

that Sandrine's table rolls
a little to the ''east.''

You should have called a safety.

Janeway to Mr. Neelix.
Please report to the Bridge.

You wanted to see me, Captain?

Yes, Neelix.

We've received
a subspace message

from an approaching vessel.

They're asking for you.

Me?

The alien ship is entering
visual range, Captain.

Slow to impulse.
On screen.

Do you recognize it?

That's a Haakonian shuttle.

Haakonian?

My people were at war with them
for the better part of a decade.

They...

conquered my homeworld
more than 15 years ago.

Any idea what the Haakonians
want with you now?

None at all.

The shuttle is hailing us,
Captain.

Open a channel.

Channel open.

l'm Captain Kathryn Janeway

of the Federation
Starship Voyager.

What can we do for you?

As l stated in my message,
Captain,

l understand you have
a Talaxian called Neelix

aboard your vessel.

l'm Neelix.

What do you want?

lt is a matter
of utmost urgency.

However, l would prefer
to speak with you privately.

Your life may very well
depend upon it.

Who are you?

Forgive me.

l am Jetrel.

Dr. Ma'Bor Jetrel.

Neelix...

He's a mass murderer!

When l was much younger,

my family and l lived
on a moon called Rinax--

a colony with
the most temperate climate

in the entire Talaxian system.

Warm days, balmy nights...

until the metreon cascade.

Melodic name, isn't it?

Especially for a weapon
of mass destruction.

And Jetrel was somehow
involved with this weapon?

Dr. Jetrel was the scientist
who conceived

the metreon cascade,
then he led the team

of scientists who built it.

l see.

ln the blink of an eye,

Rinax was enveloped
by a deadly cloud

and those lovely days

were turned into one endless,
frigid night.

More than 300,000 were killed.

But you... survived.

l had the good fortune
to be on Talax at the time,

with our defense forces,

preparing for an invasion
that never came.

lt wasn't necessary.

The day after the cascade
was deployed,

Talax surrendered
unconditionally

to the Haakonian Order.

And your family?

l am so sorry.

Dr. Jetrel.

Lieutenant Tuvok,
my Chief of Security.

l have heard of your transporter
technology, Captain,

but to experience it firsthand
is truly remarkable.

Mr. Neelix has declined
to meet with you.

That's not surprising.

l'm afraid l am not
a very popular figure

among the Talaxian people.

May we show you
to your quarters?

Mr. Neelix has
given me permission

to speak on his behalf.

You indicated that he may be
in some kind of danger...

Yes. lt's imperative
that he undergo

a complete medical examination.

For what purpose?

Our war records show
that he was part of the team

that returned to Rinax
after the cascade

in order to evacuate survivors.

He was exposed
to high concentrations

of metreon isotopes.

ln recent years, several
of the rescuers have developed

a degenerative blood disease
called metremia.

ls it serious?

l am afraid that it's fatal.

The disease attacks its victims
on a molecular level.

lt may lay dormant for years,

but once it manifests itself,

it will cause
the body's atomic structure

to undergo fission.

The cells will begin
to disintegrate.

My equipment
is specifically designed

to detect the subatomic
signature of the disorder.

May l ask, Doctor,
why you've taken it

upon yourself to examine
Mr. Neelix?

l've evaluated
as many members of the team

as possible, collecting data,
in hopes that one day,

my research will lead
to a cure for metremia.

Please, try to persuade
Mr. Neelix to see me.

Each Talaxian l screen

brings me one step closer
to a cure.

Neelix, why didn't you ever
tell me about the war?

Maybe this is one experience
that can't be shared.

lt's too...

hard to...

describe how l feel

to someone who didn't
see what l saw.

l'm sorry.

You have nothing to be
sorry about, Neelix.

Excuse me.

Captain, back from your doctor's
appointment already?

l'm afraid l have some...
disturbing news, Neelix.

Nothing you tell me
could make this day

any more disturbing
than it's already been.

According to Jetrel,
you were exposed

to dangerous levels
of metreon poisoning

and may be at risk of developing
a fatal blood disorder.

He wants to screen you
for the disease.

Uh, Captain...

please tell Dr. Jetrel
that l am... touched

by his tender concern
for my state of health,

but that l'd rather be immersed

in a pit of Krallinian eels
than be examined by him.

Neelix, if there's
something wrong with you,

we should find out.

l don't want that man
within ten parsecs of me!

l understand your feelings,

but this is your life
we're talking about.

Don't either of you find it
the slightest bit strange

that a man who has made
it his life's work

to develop a weapon

to destroy as many
Talaxians as possible

should suddenly be concerned
with this Talaxian's health?

l don't know
what his motives are.

Maybe he's trying
to undo some of the damage

his weapon caused,
but he seems sincere, Neelix,

and at this point,
l have no reason to doubt him.

lf the disease is fatal,

what's the point of knowing
whether l have it or not?

Our Doctor is
the most skilled physician

either of us has ever met.

lf you have this disease,

he won't stop until he's found
some way to treat it.

And if Jetrel discovers
you don't have the disease,

at least you'll have
peace of mind.

Peace of mind
is a relative thing, Captain.

l simply want you to hear
what he has to say,

then if you still don't
want him to examine you,

no one will force you.

Oh, outnumbered and outflanked.

All right, then.

l surrender.

The metreon isotopes are unique.

Their rate of decay
is highly variable.

We have found
that it's sometimes years

before metremia sets in,
and unfortunately...

Why are you doing this?

l beg your pardon?

ls it all just
scientific curiosity?

Metreons and isotopes?

Or do you feel... guilty
about what you did?

Guilty.

l do not regret it.

l did what had to be done.

Really? lt was necessary
to vaporize

more than a quarter
of a million people

and to leave thousands of others

to be eaten away
by metreon poisoning?

Would it make any difference
if l told you

we never thought there would be
any radiation poisoning--

that anyone close enough
to be exposed

would be killed
by the initial blast?

lt was unfortunate
we were wrong.

Unfortunate?!

Did you hear that, Captain?

lt was ''unfortunate.''

Neelix, l think
what Dr. Jetrel is trying...

No, Captain.
That's all right.

l'm used to it.

l'm simply a scientist.

Yes, l developed the weapon,

but it was the government
and the military leaders

who decided to use it, not l.

That must be a very convenient
distinction for you.

Does it help you sleep at night?

l slept no worse last night

than l have any other night
for the past 15 years.

What is that supposed to mean?

lt means l must

live with my conscience
as you must live with yours.

How many did you kill
during the war?

Gentlemen, please.

This is obviously very difficult
for both of you,

but we are not here
to debate history.

We are here to talk
about Neelix's condition.

Don't worry about it,

Captain, because Dr. Jetrel
will have to find himself

another laboratory rodent
to help his experiments.

Because l would rather die
than help you

ease your conscience.

l do not expect you
to like me, Mr. Neelix,

nor do l hope to allay
your obvious pain

with moral arguments,

but l do believe
l can help you--

if not you, others of your race.

lsn't that more important
than punishing me?

Are you... sure
you can't do this?

Your newfound confidence in me
is flattering, Mr. Neelix,

but Dr. Jetrel has instruments
designed specifically

to analyze Talaxian physiology.

Just get it over with.

Did l ever... tell you

about the notorious
two-tailed talchoks of Rinax?

l don't think so.

Nasty little vermin.

Sharp claws, dripping fangs.

Ew! lt was quite a nuisance.

So one summer when l was a boy,

l decided to do
something about them.

l spent weeks tinkering,

creating
a foolproof talchok trap.

Once l perfected it,
l set it in the garden.

And the next day,
l found one of those beasts

pinned at the neck.

But it wasn't dead.

lt was squirming and squealing
in agony.

And suddenly, it didn't
look so fiendish anymore.

lt looked like
a poor, innocent animal.

What a horrible story.

Well, you see, l had become
so fascinated with my invention

that l never really thought

about how that poor creature
would suffer.

Are you finished?

For now.

So am l.

And?

l'm sorry, Mr. Neelix.

Sorry? Why are you sorry?

l'm afraid you have
incipient metremia.

Come in!

How are you feeling?

Kes, my sweet.

l'll have you know
this is not the first time

l have stared into
the gaping maw of death.

Why once, during the Battle
of the Pyrithian Gorge,

l faced down an entire battery
of Haakonian artillery.

There l was with only
a small crevice for cover...

Neelix, you're
protecting me again.

l can understand your not
wanting to talk about Rinax.

l wasn't there.
You're right.

But l'm here now with you.

We have to face this together.

Well, there's one good thing
that will come from all this.

When l first met you,
l didn't know that your species

only lived eight or nine years.

l fell in love with you

without knowing
how lonely it would be

to live without you
after you're gone.

Now that l'm going
to die first,

l don't have to worry about it.

Before l met you,

eight or nine years
seemed like an eternity.

lt never occurred to me
that anyone could live longer.

Now that we're together,

no matter how many years
we have left,

it doesn't seem like enough.

But the important thing is

to cherish whatever
time we have together.

Whether it's a day or a decade.

Come in.

Am l interrupting?

Please, sit down.

Captain, l must tell you,
your ship is simply astounding.

l have been studying
your transporter system.

Transporter systems?

l would think you'd be
more concerned with Mr. Neelix.

Forgive me.

But that is what l am here
to talk about.

l believe with a relatively
few minor modifications,

the transporter system
could be used

to retrieve a sample
of the metreon cloud

surrounding Rinax.

To what end?

l've always believed
that if l could isolate

the free isotope
that causes metremia,

it could be used
to synthesize an antibody.

Then theoretically,

a victim's own immune system
could destroy the disease.

Yes, Captain,
and your transporter system

makes it all possible.

ls the isotope stable enough
to be transported?

l believe so.

We could construct
a containment field

to prevent any contamination
of the ship.

And l could have
our Doctor assist you

with synthesizing the antibody.

My thoughts exactly.

Janeway to Bridge.

Chakotay here, Captain.

Have Dr. Jetrel's vessel
tractored into the shuttlebay.

And lay in a course
for the Talaxian system.

That's a significant detour,
Captain.

l'm aware of that, Commander,

but it may mean saving
Neelix's life.

Understood.

l'll send a message to Talax
requesting permission

to transport material
from the cloud.

ln the meantime, Lieutenant
Torres in Engineering

can give you a hand

with the transporter
modifications.

Thank you, Captain.

Thank you, Dr. Jetrel.

lt's a very promising idea.

What is it?

Nothing.
l just think, uh...

l'm a little overexcited
about the prospects

of discovering a cure,
and all that sparring

with Mr. Neelix
does take a toll.

Maybe you should let the Doctor
have a look at you.

No, l'm fine,
and there's so much to be done.

l want to start right away.

Captain's Log, Stardate 48832.1.

Kes has prevailed upon Neelix
to allow Dr. Jetrel

to continue metabolic scans

in the hope that it will
facilitate treatment

once the antibody
has been synthesized.

Will you be needing
my assistance, Doctor?

Not until we have the isotope.

Mr. Neelix, is there
anything more l can do for you?

Very well then.

Computer, override Command
1-EMH-Alpha and end program.

lncredible.

A hologram
that can deactivate itself.

ls there anything
besides science

that makes your heart
beat faster, Jetrel?

Not anymore.

Now would you please sit down?

You know
what l've been thinking?

lf l'd been in charge
of the cascade,

l'd have...

l don't know...

chosen a military target

or simply deployed it
on an uninhabited planet.

Somehow l don't think

l'd have targeted
innocent civilians.

The military strategists

did not think a demonstration
would work.

They wanted to show
the power of the cascade,

in all its horror.

You should have tried
to stop them!

Why didn't you speak out?

People would have listened
to you.

lt would not have made
any difference.

lf l had not discovered
the cascade,

it would have been someone else.

Don't you see?

lt was a scientific
inevitability--

one discovery flowing
naturally to the next.

Something so enormous as science

will not stop for something
as small as man, Mr. Neelix.

So you did it for science.

For my planet.

And, yes, for science--

to know whether or not
it could be done.

lt's good to know
how the world works.

lt is not possible
to be a scientist

unless you believe
that all the knowledge

of the universe and all
the power that it bestows

is of intrinsic value
to everyone,

and one must share
that knowledge...

and allow it to be applied,

and then be willing
to live with the consequences.

Consequences?

Who are you
to talk about consequences?

You are not the only one
to lose family

during the war, Mr. Neelix.

Your family was killed?

Nothing as clean as death.

When l returned home,
after the cascade, to my wife--

my lovely wife Ka'Ree--

she could not bear
to look at me.

When l would reach out for her,
she would pull away

as if l had
some contagious disease.

You see, like you, she thought
l had become a monster.

Shortly after that,
she took my three children...

and l have not seen them since.

That's a sad story, Jetrel.

But let me tell you another one.

A man goes back to Rinax
after the cascade,

back to what had been his home,
to look for survivors.

But the impact of the blast
has set off hundreds of fires

and there's nothing there,
just smoldering ruins

and the stench of seared flesh.

But in the distance,

in the middle
of all that emptiness,

from out of this...

huge cloud of billowing dust...

he can see bodies moving,

whimpering,

coming toward him.

They're monsters...

their flesh horribly charred.

The color of shale.

One of them comes toward him.

Mangled arms outstretched.

And he can't help it.

He, h-he turns away, frightened.

But then the thing speaks.

And he knows by the sound
of her voice

that she's not a monster
at all, but a child...

a little girl.

Mr. Neelix, l...

Her name was Palaxia.

We brought her back to Talax
with the other survivors.

Over the next few weeks,
l stayed at her bedside

and watched her wither away.

Those are consequences,
Dr. Jetrel.

There is no way

l can ever apologize to you,
Mr. Neelix.

That's why l have not tried.

Did you ever think
that maybe your wife was right?

That you had become a monster?

Yes.

The day we tested the cascade,

when l saw that blinding light
brighter than a thousand suns...

l knew at that moment
exactly what l had become.

l hope you have to live
with that a very long time.

l'm afraid you will not
get your wish, Mr. Neelix.

And why is that?

l have advanced metremia.

l will be dead
in a matter of days.

lt's your turn!

There's no open shot.

Why don't you call a safety,
Neelix?

lsn't that what you always do?

l'm no coward.

That's not what l've heard.

Wait! What are you doing?
lt's my turn.

You lost your chance to play.

Now you're going to lose.

Neelix, where did you go?

Why did you leave us?

l did what l thought was right.

You were afraid!

No!

l...!

Neelix...

Who are you?

lt's me, Palaxia.

Palaxia?!

Why weren't you here to help us?

You!

You did this, butcher!

Bridge to Neelix.

H-here, Captain.

Neelix,
l thought you'd like to know.

We're approaching Rinax.

Neelix?

Thank you, Captain.

l'll be right there.

Entering synchronous orbit,
Captain.

Hard to believe

that on clear nights,
you could look up from Talax

and see the shimmering lights
of the colony.

The night of the cascade,

a bright flash
cut across the sky.

lt was so blinding that people
threw themselves to the ground,

and everything stopped
like a moment out of time.

Then we all looked up

to see where the flash
had come from,

but the sky seemed oddly empty.

lt took most of us
a few seconds to realize

it was because Rinax was...

gone.

Of course, the moon
was still there.

We just couldn't see it
because of that metreon cloud.

Engineering to Bridge.

We're ready to begin transporter
presequencing, Captain.

Acknowledged.

This brings back
too many memories, Captain.

lf you'll excuse me?

Of course.

l believe l asked for
a larger container.

Correct me if l'm wrong, Doctor,

but we're talking
about a cloud sample

large enough to contain
a few subatomic particles.

Right?

Yes, but the isotope

accounts for just
a minuscule fraction

of the cloud's total mass.

l want to be sure we get enough.

Don't worry.

We do this all the time.

Presequencing complete, Captain.

l'm ready to begin transport.

Proceed.

Targeting scanners.

Locking on.

Energize.

Captain, we have
the sample aboard.

The containment field
is holding.

Well done.
Janeway out.

Good luck, Doctor.

Neelix?

Neelix, are you in here?

Neelix?

l've been looking
for you everywhere.

Why did you take
your combadge off?

l wanted to be alone.

l'm sorry to bother you,
but l was worried.

l know how you must feel.

No, you don't know.

Not everything.

You don't know where l was
the night Rinax was destroyed.

On Talax, fighting with
the defense forces.

l was on Talax,

but l wasn't fighting
with the defense forces.

l was hiding from them.

l wasn't a hero at the Battle
of the Pyrithian Gorge.

l've never even been there.

l don't understand.

l never reported for duty.

Why not?

l thought the war was unjust....

that Talax was fighting
for reasons

that weren't
worth killing for...

or at least that's
what l told myself.

But...

the real reason
l didn't report...

was because l was a coward.

Now you know.

lf the Talaxian authorities
would have caught you,

what would they have done?

During wartime, punishment

for refusing military service
was death.

So...

you put your life at risk
for something you believed in

and you think
that makes you a coward.

l don't understand.

lt makes me a liar.

l'd lied about it
all these years--

to you, to Jetrel, to everyone.

Because you're dishonest.

Because l'm ashamed.

What an awful burden you've
carried all these years.

No wonder you're
so angry with Jetrel.

Of course l am.

He killed them all--

my mother, my father,
my little brothers.

ls that really why?

Ever since Jetrel came on board,
you've despised him.

The hurt and anger
you've held in all these years

was vented right at him,

but was it really Jetrel
you're angry with?

ls he the one you blame
for what happened?

l don't know.

Or was he just
a convenient target

to keep you from looking
somewhere else?

You mean...

from looking at myself?

You may be right...

but l hate him

and l don't think
l can stop hating him.

Maybe you have to stop
hating yourself first.

Are we ready to begin synthesis?

Computer, override Command
1-EMH-Alpha and end program.

Now just wait one...

Dr. Jetrel.

You startled me.

l'm sorry, but l need
to speak with you...

ls it possible,
we-we could talk later?

lt won't be long
before l am too weak to work.

l would like to finish
before l die.

What is that?

You're engaging in some kind of
bizarre experiment, aren't you?

What is it this time?

You don't understand.

l can help them.

What do you call that?

Scientific progress?

l'm going to the Captain.

Any report on Dr. Jetrel's
progress, Commander?

Not yet, Captain.

Bridge to Sick Bay.

Janeway to Sick Bay.

Janeway to Dr. Jetrel.

Computer, activate Emergency
Medical Hologram.

Please, state the nature...

What the hell is going on
down there, Doctor?

Dr. Jetrel deactivated me.

He's gone now.

Computer, locate Dr. Jetrel.

Dr. Jetrel
is in Transporter Room 1.

And Mr. Neelix is unconscious.

lt appears he's been
tranquilized.

You have the Bridge, Commander.

Security, meet me
in Transporter Room 1.

Tuvok.

Please, step aside, Doctor.

You must let me continue.

Lives depend on it.

We've heard that
from you before.

You're beginning
to lose credibility.

Captain, l beg you.

Let me bring them back.

Bring who back?

Who, Doctor?

Who is it you're going
to bring back?

The victims of Rinax.

He's out of his mind, Captain.

Please, look at my calculations.

You remember what l told you
about metremia, Captain?

How it causes the body's
atomic structure

to undergo fission.

lt mirrors the way

the metreon cascade
vaporized its victims--

through biomolecular
disintegration.

Do we have to listen to this?

l think we should hear him out.

What l've been working on
for the past 15 years

is a way to rebuild
that atomic structure.

What l call regenerative fusion.

Are you saying

you're actually trying
to... restore

people who were vaporized
by the metreon cascade?

Yes.

Given the degree
of fragmentation

you're talking about,

l don't see
how that's possible.

The electrostatic properties
of the cloud are such

that the disassembled
bio-matter

has been held in a state
of animated suspension.

l discovered years ago
that reintegration is possible.

ls that what you were doing
with that thing in Sick Bay?

Yes, exactly.

Neelix saw it.

lt was an amalgamation

of randomly fused
organic material.

Bits and pieces of previously
vaporized bio-matter.

But if the bio-matter
in the cloud is so random,

so jumbled,

how could you reconstruct
something whole?

l used medical records
to identify the genetic coding

of a specific victim--
a test case, if you will.

Once we input his DNA sequence,

then... we can isolate
his atomic fragments

with your targeting scanners,
and then rematerialize him.

What if he's right?

Captain, Dr. Jetrel is proposing

the reconstruction
and reanimation

of a remarkably complex set
of bio-systems

from billions
of subatomic particles.

l'm afraid l have to agree.

lt all sounds very implausible.

You sound exactly
like my country.

l asked them for more funds
to continue my research

to help the victims of Rinax

because l wanted the world
to know l am not a monster.

My theories can be used
to heal as well as to destroy.

But they... they refused me.

Called me a Talaxian sympathizer

and exiled me.

and exiled me.

Does Neelix
really have metremia?

Or was that just a pretext
for getting us to come to Rinax?

lt was just a pretext, Captain.

You do not have metremia,
Neelix.

You are not going to die.

Why didn't you just tell us
the truth in the first place?

Your Captain is
an accomplished scientist.

She doubts my theories.

My own government did, too.

l just could not risk
being not believed again.

But...

Captain, it will work.

Captain, if there's
any chance he can do it,

you've got to let him try.

Neelix, there are just
too many variables.

Please, Captain.

Lieutenant Tuvok, activate
the emergency containment field

around the transporter pad.

Aye, Captain.

Emergency containment
field activated.

We'll have to retarget scanners

to the widest possible
confinement beam.

lt's our only hope
of achieving bond cohesion

with such broadly
scattered fragments.

Retargeting scanners
to wide beam.

Energize.

Phase transition coils
to maximum.

Aye, Captain.

ls the bio-genic field
operational?

Affirmative.

lt's incredible.

Atomic cohesion has dropped
to 49 percent, Captain.

Pattern buffers
to maximum power.

They are already at 100 percent.

Take them to 120, Lieutenant.

Pattern buffers to 120 percent
of rated maximum.

We're losing him.

Atomic cohesion to 39 percent...
22 percent... 14 percent.

His pattern is
degrading rapidly.

You must increase the power
to the pattern buffers, Captain!

We've got to stimulate cohesion.

ls there any way to augment
the bio-genic field?

The degree of fragmentation
is simply too great.

lt will not work.

We are overloading the system.

Shut it down, Mr. Tuvok.

Captain's Log, Stardate 48840.5.

Dr. Jetrel's metremia is
now in its final stage.

He's spending his
remaining hours in Sick Bay.

Neelix...

l suppose you think this is
a fitting punishment for me.

Maybe the cascade was
a punishment for all of us,

for our hatred,

our brutality.

There's something
l need to tell you.

l tried to tell you before,
but...

Wha... what is it?

l want to tell you...

that l forgive you.