All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s01e04.The.Last.Outpost

Captain's Log,
Stardate 41386.4:

We are in pursuit of a starship
of Ferengi design.

Our mission is
to intercept and recover

a T -9 energy converter
which the Ferengi stole

from an unmanned monitor post

on Gamma Tauri lV

a theft which
automatic scanners recorded

providing us with
the long-awaited opportunity

to make close contact
with a Ferengi vessel.

If we succeed in this chase

it will be Starfleet's first
look at a life-form

which, discounting rumor,
we know almost nothing about.

There she is.

Enlarge.

What is their course?

They're now angling through
that solar system, Captain.

Identify.

Listed as Delphi Ardu, sir--

eleven planets, unexplored.

Stay with them, La Forge.

Aye, sir.

Sensors read a power surge

from their last maneuver,
Captain.

They are dropping
to sub-warp speed.

Reduce to impulse power.

Sensors record fluctuations

in the energy readings from it,
Captain.

Possibility: a malfunction
in their engines, sir.

Breaks my heart.

In visual range, Captain.

Fully enlarge.

Hello, stranger.

Very impressive design.

Anything on that design, Data?

Nothing specific, sir.

As you know, Ferengi technology

is estimated to be
generally equal to our own.

But that does not mean
identical, however.

Correct, sir.

We are no doubt
advanced in some areas--

they in others.

Showing another
power surge, sir.

They are firing on us!

Damage report.

Shields holding.

Mostly electromagnetic.

Fusion generator and batteries

down by 30 percent.

Our impulse engines
are surging now.

They're firing again.

Deflector shield power
weakening, Captain.

Phasers ready.

Photon torpedoes ready.

Do we return their fire, sir?

Negative, Number One.

They're just responding
to our close pursuit.

Fall back a bit,
but stay with them.

They're slowing too, sir.

They may be turning to fight.

Open hailing frequen...

Why are we gaining on them?

Don't anticipate.

I'm not, sir.

Something's wrong.

Sir, something is
dragging us forward.

I read that, too.

Lieutenant Yar,
what do your sensors show?

Not certain, sir.

I'm getting
very confusing readings.

Captain...

this shouldn't be.

Our power systems
are failing.

Deflector shields failing.

Phasers going inoperative,
Captain.

Captain, something is
completely immobilizing us.

Immobilized by the damn Ferengi!

I need more information.

What the hell
are they using?

Obviously, we've underestimated
their technology, Captain.

Considerably.

It appears the Ferengi have us
right where they want us--

in their sights.

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.

Are you searching
all frequencies?

Is there any sign
of any message?

Negative, sir.

Weapons report, Lieutenant.

I have phasers
and torpedoes armed

but I show insufficient power
to fire them.

Engineering, give me status

on power recovery.

Engineering, come in.

Why aren't they answering?

La Forge.

Sir?

Get me a full report
from Engineering.

Aye, sir.

It's impossible
they could be draining

all power from all systems.

Counselor?

I'm sensing nothing
from them, sir.

Which could mean
they can shield

their thoughts and emotions
from others.

Which still makes it our move.

Sir, they may know as little
about us as we know about them.

Except that they know that
they've got us in deep trouble.

If so, then
the question becomes

what do they do
with that knowledge?

Data, do you have
any information

touching this on any file?

None, sir.

Only hearsay
and thirdhand reports

most of which conflict.

Which reports do not conflict?

That the Ferengi are...

Well, the best description
may be "traders."

What kind of traders?

A comparison modern scholars
have drawn from Earth history

Iikens the Ferengi to
the ocean-going Yankee traders

of 18th and 19th Century
America, sir.

From the history of
my forebears-- Yankee traders.

Who in this case sail the galaxy

in search of mercantile
and territorial opportunity.

And are these scholars

saying that the Ferengi
may not be unlike us?

Hardly, sir.

I believe the analogy refers

to the worst quality
of capitalists.

The Ferengi are believed

to conduct their affairs
of commerce

on the ancient principle,
caveat emptor--

"Let the buyer beware."

Yankee traders--
I like the sound of that.

Well, sir...

I doubt they wear
red, white and blue

or look anything like Uncle Sam.

Engineering?

Join La Forge down below
in Engineering, Number One.

Aye, sir.

Without warp capacity,
we're just a floating target.

Uncle who?

What have bright

primary colors
got to do with it?

I understand the allusion.

Colors representing countries

at a time when they
competed with each other.

Red, white and blue
for the United States

whereas the French more properly
used the same colors

in the order
of blue, white and red.

And the German nation
red, black and gold

the ltalians green, white
and red; the British...

That's enough, Data.

It was you who...

We were discussing the Ferengi.

I wish I had some clue
as to what they will do next.

Given what is now happening
to our ship, sir

their weapons could be
vastly superior to ours.

Yes, Data, that is
a natural assumption.

Engineering?

Bottom line, La Forge.

Uh, it's not good, sir.

The Ferengi force field
that holds this ship

compensates almost as fast
as we can increase power.

Almost?

Well, there's a.372
millisecond delay

between the use of our power

and the neutralizing
counterforce of the Ferengi.

See, we push and they push back
with equal force, sir.

What's our acceleration delay
between slow-reverse impulse

and top warp speed?

Well, that's.300 milliseconds,
but there's...

Ah, I see where you're going.

We shift down,
then kick hard into warp nine.

Yeah, come back fighting!
Whoo-ee!

Can we do it, Geordi?

Ask me after it's done, sir.

I want a slow reverse-engine
drop-off over five minutes.

We'll show them
what this baby can do, sir.

Give me everything
you've got, La Forge.

Aye, aye, sir.

Now a sudden abrupt power surge
to high warp speed, Captain

we may be able to break loose
from that Ferengi force field.

I wish I knew what they
were thinking over there.

They're wondering
what we're going to do next.

I say fight, sir.

There's nothing shameful

in falling
before a superior enemy.

And nothing shameful
in a strategic retreat, either.

All systems ready, Captain.

And communication
now restored to Engineering.

Excellent, La Forge.

Now, let's uh...

Let's throw them off guard.

Lieutenant Yar,
open hailing frequencies.

Hailing frequencies open, sir.

At least we won't begin
with weakness.

Attention, Ferengi starship.

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

In the name of the United
Federation of Planets

I demand that you return
the T -9 energy converter

you removed from Gamma Tauri lV.

Send that in all language forms.

All language forms, sir.

Sometimes, Riker

the best way to fight
is not to be there.

Yes, sir.

"He will triumph
who knows when to fight

and when not to fight."

I'm glad the Academy
is still teaching

the strategies of Sun Tzu.

This delay had better
prove out, La Forge.

.300 milliseconds, sir.

Let's blast full power
into warp nine.

Ready?

On your command, Captain.

On the count of three.

Stand by on phasers.

One-- set warp to nine.

Two-- divert shield power
to main engines.

Three.

Merde.

Shields up.

Captain, I think
you had better see this.

What's wrong?

Someone is reading every file,
every bit of information

stored in the Enterprise
memory banks.

They can do that?

And more, perhaps.

Captain.

If I may recommend.

With our attention
on the Ferengi vessel

we have ignored the planet.

Data, consult the charts
on this planet.

See what we've got on it.

Conference evaluation.

So, while we still have
some power left

it's time
for difficult decisions.

Opinions, please?

I say put all available power
into a full-out, combined phaser

and photon torpedo salvo.

Destroy their ability to sustain
this force field, sir.

Yes!

Hit them hard and hit them fast.

Impractical.

And provocative.

Even assuming that we have the
power to sustain such a tactic.

But, Captain, isn't firing on us
an act of war?

The facts are
the Ferengi did fire on us.

But we were chasing them.

Since then, all they've done
is search our computers

trying to learn
who and what we are.

Your point, Counselor?

Let's talk to them.

It's been tried. No response.

But did we tell them
anything they wanted to hear?

La Forge?

Other opinions?

Thank you for your advice.

Will...

I haven't heard your assessment.

I believe we've covered
every available option, Captain.

Are there other options
that you want to analyze?

The only one remaining

is the one that needs
no conversation--

the one we must avoid.

Sir?

The one that leads
to total annihilation.

Open hailing frequencies.

Open, sir.

Attention, Ferengi starship.

This is Captain Picard.

It is obvious that
we are in a situation here

which needs resolving

and we are willing to do
whatever is... required.

Whatever is necessary.

I would like...

I would request

that you present
your terms to us.

Captain's Log, Stardate 41386.5:

It is with a heavy heart

that I have offered to meet

whatever reasonable and
necessary terms are demanded

by the Ferengi.

I fear for my people
and my vessel in the event

the unknown Ferengi
ask the unreasonable.

How can I oppose

even unreasonable demands?

It's moving, sir.

We ask to surrender
and now they fire on us?

Ready torpedoes, sir.

We have enough power
for a few of them.

Ready.

But hold on ready.

Open hailing frequencies.

Hailing frequencies open, sir.

Ferengi vessel,
we await your response.

Suggest first strike, sir.

Our shields now only have
63 seconds

of power left before lowering.

If the Ferengis' ship
sensors can read us, sir

they will be waiting until
we are most vulnerable.

I'm afraid I agree, Captain;
they have not responded...

We will wait a bit more,
Number One.

50 Seconds.

Patience.

Patience.

The quicker we can come
to terms

the better NCC 1701 -D.

Who is speaking?

I am Tarr,
Daimon of the Ferengi.

You wished to discuss surrender,
Captain Picard?

What I said, Daimon Tarr, is...

Unconditional surrender,
I warn you

is totally unacceptable.

We will die
to the last one of us

before such dishonor.

Hailing frequencies closed, sir.

Something has seized
their ship, too.

They're in
the same predicament as us.

Launch a sensor probe.

Set it to search
for the source of...

whatever this "something" is
that is holding both ships.

Go back
to hailing frequency, fast.

...and I regret, Daimon Tarr,
that I can no longer negotiate

unless it is conducted visually.

Your complete message
not received, Enterprise

but visual communication
is against our custom.

And it is against
Starfleet orders

to accept a surrender otherwise.

Do you withdraw your surrender?

You give us

no choice, Enterprise.

May we have
a visual on you, as well?

Agreed, Daimon Tarr.

You should be able
to view us now.

Are we on your screen?

Yes, the ugliness of the hu-man
was not an exaggeration.

I do not know how
your twisted alien culture

has paralyzed our vessel

but I concede
your Enterprise is superior.

We will return
your worthless T -9 device

and we offer the lives

of our second officers

as required by the Ferengi code.

Fortunately, Starfleet
has no such rules

involving its second officers.

Is this to your satisfaction
Picard Captain?

Your offer may be inadequate

but I will discuss it
with my staff.

Stand by
for further communication.

Matthew! Pola!

You know this area
is off-limits!

Come on, come on!

Boys will be boys, Captain.

Lieutenant, have you
launched the probe?

Aye, sir.

We should be getting
those readings soon.

If we're not
holding the Ferengi

and they're not holding us,
who the hell is?

Well, the probe will give us
some of those answers, sir.

Data!

You were going
to show us something.

As requested, Captain

Iibrary computer information
on this planet.

It has been charted
only from long-range scans.

It is class M

but shows no indications
of life-forms--

sentient or otherwise.

However, you may find this
of interest.

Resolving it into our language.

The center
of a huge space federation--

a population of trillions.

Trillions?

I've never heard
the word 'Tkon' before.

Understandable.

It has been extinct
for 600,000 of our...

of our years.

These...

these planets were once...

outposts...

of that empire...

Data, what are you doing?

Apologies, Captain.

I seem to have reached
an odd functional impasse.

I am, uh...

stuck.

Then get unstuck
and continue with the briefing.

Yes, sir.

That is what
I'm trying to do, sir

but the solution eludes me.

My hero.

Continue, Commander.

Intriguing.

It...

it describes the empire

as being highly advanced
and powerful.

And capable
of actually moving stars.

Stars whose planets
are their defense system.

Correct, sir.

Outposts.

The planet below
was possibly one of them.

Excuse the interruption,
Captain

but this may be worth it.

We're now receiving
a signal from the probe.

We'll take it here.

Incredible.

There's our mysterious
"something," Captain.

It is a force field
of some kind.

Reaching up from
the planet's surface.

Amazing power.

Data, what does the legend say

about the end
of the Tkon Empire?

Their sun went supernova, sir.

Could this planet
have escaped that?

This planet may have been
the most distant outpost, sir

but it shows
no life-form readings.

We should take a look at it,
Number One.

Stand by with an away team.

If the Ferengi

also realize
that the force field

emanates from the planet, sir?

Mmm. That's a complication.

Maybe we should ask them
to join us in this.

Team up with the Ferengi, sir?

We've been ordered
to learn all we can about them.

Do you know a better way?

Data.

Captain's Log, supplemental:

In orbit of a mysterious planet
whose unexplained force field

has seized us with a power
almost beyond imagination.

If there is a solution to this

it almost certainly will involve
cooperation from the Ferengi.

Ship's power drain
is critical, Captain.

I must now shut down our shields

to maintain
life-support systems.

Understood.

Open hailing frequencies.

Hailing frequencies open, sir.

Ferengi vessel
from Enterprise.

Come in.

Your alien images
again shock us.

With regard to the surrender

Daimon Tarr, the facts are
somewhat different.

Our own probe has already shown
us your trickery, hu-man.

We withdraw our surrender.

Agreed.

Perhaps you would agree to
a more productive relationship.

I prefer
a more profitable one, hu-man.

Yankee trader.

Explain what means
"Yankee traders."

He heard that?!

He recognizes
your interest in profit.

Or is that
an incorrect assumption?

We seek only what is equitable.

What do you seek?

Why did you begin
by attacking us?

We did not attack you.

We gave chase
in order to recover

a Federation-owned
energy device...

Which we know is ours!

Your barbarous Federation
placed it on one of our planets.

On the contrary--

Gamma Tauri lV is recognized
by all civilized...

The Ferengi
are not uncivilized, hu-man!

Are you suggesting otherwise?

All I'm saying
is that you removed something

which clearly did not
belong to you.

Are you now calling us thieves?

On the contrary.

I have no wish to discuss issues
of property or of territory

while our
mutual problem remains.

Like it or not,
we are both trapped

by this energy-draining
force field from the planet.

On that matter,
there can be no argument.

I would like to propose a swap.

And what is a "swap"?

It's a trade-- an exchange.

Yes, trade, hu-man.

What do you offer?

We will tell you what
we know about the planet

and in trade, you will
give us your information.

Ridiculous! How do we know

you will not withhold
information.

We must trust each other, Tarr.

Amusing, hu-man.

"Trust" each other?

I propose that we test
this relationship

by cooperating
in a joint exploration

of the planet's surface.

And what profit

is in this Picard Captain?

The profit, Daimon Tarr,
of saving all our lives.

We will agree,
no doubt foolishly

but you are warned that any
further trickery on your part

will be met with no mercy.

Agreed.

If you care to join us

we have a well-proven
transporter device...

we have a matter-energy
device of our own.

We will beam
a science team of three

to whatever coordinates
you propose.

Excellent. We will transmit
the information shortly.

Enterprise out.

Hailing frequencies off.

I would log that agreement
as promising, at least.

I wonder, Captain.

I'm not usually one
for distrust at first sight

but this may be an exception.

Especially in view of the fact

that the image
he transmitted, sir

was somehow distorted.

I sense
the same thing, Captain.

He's hiding something.

With this power drain,
we can't delay.

Now, I'd like
some additional help

in case we run into trouble.

Can you spare Worf?

Take him.

And be careful, Number One.

With this power drain,
we may have trouble

communicating with
the Enterprise, sir.

Understood. Anything else?

Due to this force field

there is presently
no way to beam us back, sir.

Oh, you had to ask.

Understood.

Energize!

Tasha!

Data!

Geordi!

Worf!

Anybody!

Data?

What are you doing up there?

Most intriguing, sir!

I assume a problem
of inaccurately

transmitted program
coordinates

due to the force field
around the ship, sir.

Are we alone, sir?

Unfortunately.

Let's find the others.

What do you make of these?

Crystalline.

Mostly inert.

Nothing to write home about.

Excuse me?

Slang, sir.

I did use it correctly,
did I not?

They've got to be around here
somewhere.

What's that?

What?

That!

Geordi!

Are you conscious?

Do I look conscious?

What are you doing?

I'm resting, sir.

My foot stuck--

up there!

I materialized upside down

above the planet surface.

Tricorder's useless, sir.

Communications gone, too.

Fortunately,
you did not break...

Data?

Hmm?

Data, who's that?

Who are you?

Captain's Log, supplemental:

It is now six hours
since our away team beamed down

to the planet's surface.

On the Enterprise

our condition
is rapidly worsening.

Ordinarily,
with reserve power alone

we could maintain life support
for several months.

But the force holding us

has closed down all engines

and is draining
our reserve power, too.

It's getting much,
much, much colder, sir.

How far down is it likely to go?

A lot.

Even in orbital space

it'll get below
minus 200 degrees.

We won't have to worry much
past minus 70 or so.

Feels like that now.

Good, thank you.

If he moves, kill him.

Has what we've done

broken our agreement
with their Captain?

We will accuse the humans
of preparing to ambush us.

It will be our word
against theirs.

And who is more
trustworthy, Mordoc?

It looks like gold.

Tastes like gold.

It is gold.

Accursed planet.

It's nothing compared
to what our Captain will do

when he finds out you've broken
our landing party agreement.

What part of the agreement?

You appeared and attacked us.

Are you one of their assassins?

I am Commander William Riker,
First Officer

of the USS Enterprise.

You have a lot to learn.

I've got this one!

Careful, Commander,
they're much stronger than...

Pygmy cretins!

Kill them.

Hideous monsters!

No!

Good.

You've heard of phasers.

Now, over there.

Is this a female?

A human female, Letek?

It is true.

You work with your females

arm them and force them
to wear clothing.

Sickening.

I've diverted the reserve power
down here to the family decks.

They'll last longest.

Is there anything else
we can do, Doctor?

Where is Wesley?

He's in our quarters.

I was tempted
to give him a sedative.

You shouldn't.

I know, but he's my son.

I love him.

He has the right
to meet death awake.

Is that a male perspective?

Rubbish.

Hold it right there.

Stop.

Stop!

Phasers on stun.

Already set.

What's going on?

What is this?

I believe we can deduce
these crystalline tree-shapes

are actually energy collectors.

Along the same principle

as that which is draining
energy from our ships.

But the Ferengi whips were
working when we first arrived.

Which means something
new has happened.

I'm finally beginning
to understand

what my eyes have been
showing me.

It's patterns of force
everywhere.

This entire planet has been
turned into a power accumulator.

And these?

It's the whole point
of this place.

I can see the planet's power
emanating from...

Commander.

Be you barbarians?

Speak!

Who meets the challenge?

Who will it be?

Him.

You have awakened
portal six-three.

Do you petition
to enter the Empire?

Who asks the question?

A guardian of the Tkon Empire.

Biped, excellent.

Why would we petition to enter
an empire that no longer exists?

Why do you attempt
this deception?

The Empire is forever.

Your empire fell prey
to a supernova.

We are forever.

Data.

Please repeat the file.

It is a matter
of record, Portal.

In the age of Makto

the central star
of the Tkon Empire

destabilized...

There has never been
an age of Makto.

In fact, there
have been many ages

which have come and passed
since Makto.

This is the age of Bastu.

I'm afraid not.

According to the Tkon use

of the galactic motionary
startime charts

after Bastu came Cimi

Xora, Makto...

Enough!

Absurdities.

You must have
been asleep, Portal

for hundreds
of thousands of our years.

Deception is the way of human.

We Ferengi will gladly

make a petition.

We invite your petition.

Speak.

We wish to offer our services

to serve the Tkon Empire
at no profit.

Return control
of our starship to us

and we will happily destroy
the human criminals

and their vessel
which attacked us

without provocation.

They came to loot your empire

but...

we intercepted them.

You are accused
of deceit and treachery.

Do you give yourself up
for judgment?

Yes.

If you believe these accusations

then you certainly should act
on them.

And there is even more.

We can prove

that the humans

are destroyers
of legal commerce.

And that they
selfishly withhold

vital technology
from backward worlds.

And necessary defensive
weapons, too.

We Ferengi are now challenge
this human madness.

I admit we withheld
modern technologies

from some worlds.

You see, they are demented.

Their values are insane.

You cannot believe

the business opportunities
they have destroyed.

Proof of their barbarism--

they adorn themselves
with gold.

A despicable use
of the valuable metal.

And they shamelessly

clothe their females.

Inviting others
to unclothe them.

The very depth of perversion.

Paws off, Ferengi!

No female-- human or Ferengi
can order Mordoc around.

Submit.

Just try it, shorty.

At ease, Lieutenant.

And we still have more faults.

They should add that Starfleet

has permitted several
civilizations to fall.

We have at times
allowed the strong

and violent
to overcome the weak.

They admit their crimes.

Hear them.

They admit the evil
that they do.

Barbarian.

Yes, you show wisdom.

Barbarians, all.

But this one first.

In the fashion

the Empire has always
challenged savages.

No!

For battle, come to me!

No!

That's an order.

You have a single chance
for life.

One only.

What is the answer
to my challenge?

I offer a thought.

"He will triumph
who knows when to fight

and when not to fight."

You are being tested, Riker.

What is the answer?

How do you know my name?

Ah...

You are facing fate
with composure.

But what is the answer
to my challenge?

Fear is the true enemy,
the only enemy.

Unlike these little ones
who close their minds

your mind holds
interesting thoughts.

"Know your enemy
and know yourself

and you will always
be victorious."

Why that thought?

And who is this Sun Tzu
you revere?

An old Chinese philosopher
from ancient Earth history.

You must tell me
more of this wisdom--

so much like our own.

Gladly, but first, our starship.

Can you release it?

It is released.

All power is restored.

Not a moment too soon, Jean.

I mean, Captain.

I admit, I had my doubts

as your ships battled each other
in overt acts of belligerence.

Normally, I would have destroyed
all of you and your ships

but something confused me.

Which was?

First, you wanted
to destroy each other

then you were willing
to assist each other.

What of our vessel?

We knew the same answer.

The truth is I gave
those words to this human.

What of them?

Shall I destroy them?

Then they would learn nothing.

A most interesting conclusion.

But what if they
never learn, Riker?

Is this a test also?

In life, one is always tested.

I see them much as we were
several hundred years ago.

But possessing the technology
they now have

they're very dangerous.

Untrue.

We seek friendship with you.

We can hardly hate
what we once were.

They may grow and learn.

And learn ways to destroy you?

Well, our values require us
to face that possibility.

What of you?

With your empire gone?

The universe exists
to me to create life.

I shall sleep...

until needed again.

Compliments, Lieutenant.

Thank you.

Lieutenant Worf.

You've done well.

Something to write home about.

"Something to write
home about"?

Data, that's very human.

The T -9 energy converter

has been beamed aboard
and secured, sir.

The Ferengi complained bitterly,
but one final roar

from Portal convinced them.

I commend your performance,
Number One.

One final request, sir.

Permission to beam a box of
Data's Chinese finger puzzles

over to the Ferengi.

A "thank you" for all
they tried to do.

Make it so.

Set course, La Forge.