All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s01e06.Lonely.Among.Us

Captain's Log,
Stardate 41249.3:

We have orbited
the two major planets

of the Beta Renner system

taking aboard delegates
from those two worlds.

Since achieving space flight

their major life-forms--

the Anticans and the Selay--
have become deadly enemies

but both have also applied for
admission into our Federation.

We are to deliver
these delegates

to this sector's neutral
conference planet--

called Parliament--

in the hope their dispute
can be resolved.

I'm Captain Picard.

Welcome aboard.

We hope your journey will be
pleasant and comfortable.

Arranging that will be my
first officer, Commander Riker.

Welcome aboard.

If you'll follow me

I will show you
the accommodations...

We can already smell
the Anticans.

They were taken aboard first?

Only because their world
was first on this heading

to Parliament.

Will our quarters be
near the Anticans'?

About 100 meters apart.

Is that all right?

No.

Unsatisfactory.

I believe we can accommodate
your wishes.

We'll rearrange
the suite assignments.

If you'll follow me.

And we must be upwind
from the Anticans.

Of course, sir.

Neither seem like very promising
Federation candidates, sir.

Even Parliament's peacemakers

may find this case
a little difficult.

But do you understand the basis

of all this nonsense
between them?

No, sir. I never understood
that sort of hostility

even when I studied
Earth history.

Really? Oh, yes, well

these life-forms feel
such passionate hatred

over matters of custom,
god concepts...

even, strangely enough,
economic systems.

Sir, my sensors are picking up
an unusual energy object ahead.

On screen.

Confirmed, sir.

My sensors read nothing solid,
but considerable energy

in changing patterns.

Also traveling
at warp speed, sir.

Intriguing.

I can find no match with
anything in our records, sir.

Change course to make
a close sensor pass.

We can then increase
warp speed and reach

Parliament on schedule.

Aye, sir.

So, Worf,
why the interest in this?

It's just routine maintenance
on the sensor assemblies.

Simple, Geordi.

Our captain wants
his junior officers

to learn, learn, learn.

Not just his junior ones.

Okay, you hold
this relay off-line

while I adjust
these sensor circuits.

Security to Sensor Maintenance.

Lieutenant La Forge here.

We're making a close sensor pass
on an unusual object, Geordi.

Any problems?

Not at all, Lieutenant.

All equipment on-line
and functioning.

Sensors ready, sir.

Life-form reading?

No life-form reading, sir.

Begin the pass.

Sir, it is changing shape.

Any readings of matter there?

Negative, sir.

Energy only.

Worf!

La Forge to Sick Bay.

We have a medical emergency
in Sensor Maintenance.

I repeat, this is
a medical emergency.

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.

What happened?

I don't know. He got hit
by some sensor feedback, maybe.

You got it, Doc?

I got it.

Lieutenant Worf, can you
hear what I'm saying?

Let's get him up.

Okay.

Come on, big guy.

On your feet.

Here we go.

That's it.

Are you okay?

He was just monitoring
the sensor console

when he jerked as though
something hit him.

What my sensors showed was...

it was a glow...

just for a second.

I can't explain it.

Could your visor device
have malfunctioned?

I doubt it, sir.

It seemed like what I was seeing
was something real.

Sorry to call you, sir.

Not strictly security.

It's about the dietary
requirements

of the Antican delegates.

I thought that had been
taken care of in advance, Tasha.

So did we, sir.

Their live animals were
beamed aboard.

We were going to preserve
the meat for them...

but they say we must bring it
to them alive.

Then do so.

Lieutenant Yar was... confused.

We no longer enslave animals
for food purposes.

But we have seen humans
eat meat.

You've seen something
as fresh and tasty as meat

but inorganically materialized

out of patterns
used by our transporters.

Sickening!

It's barbaric!

He's reading normal now.

How did you manage that?

Yes. Normal.

Are you all right?

Yes. Perfectly.

Both of us... quite normal now.

Where am l?

Don't you remember?

You were in the sensor
maintenance room.

I remember monitoring
the sensor console.

What am I doing here?

That's a story
the doctor will tell you.

Obviously, you seem to feel
it's something

we should look at
more carefully.

A mystery is only a mystery

as long as it remains
un-investigated, sir.

Mm, I love a mystery, Data

but this one
will have to wait

until we've delivered
the delegates

to their peace conference
on Parliament.

Time and tide,
Lieutenant La Forge.

Go to warp 8.

Warp 8, sir.

Hi, Mom.

You're back early.

Yes.

Physical sciences class.

We're studying Dr. Channing's
theory on dilithium crystals.

Tell me about it.

Really?

You never seemed that interested
in warp theory before.

Doctor Channing thinks it's
possible to force dilithium

into even more useful crystals.

If, as shown here

matter and antimatter
could be aligned

even more efficiently...

Would that affect navigation?

This is engineering,
not helm control.

Oh, yes, the helm's located
on the Bridge.

Mom?

Is something wrong?

This is the helm.

Unless there have been
some changes I don't know about.

Dr. Crusher?

You will wish to know Lieutenant
Worf is much improved.

Ready to return to duty.

What was the diagnosis?

A temporary mental aberration.

Doctor...

when such a diagnosis
concerns a Bridge officer

I expect a better explanation.

Then I will have to first
run some cross-checks

on the library computer.

Klingons are so unusual
in their reactions, aren't they?

Use Science Station 2, Doctor.

Intriguing, Doctor.

What does helm control have
to do with medical cross-checks?

Why am l...

Is something wrong, Doctor?

Doctor?

Are you all right?

Yes.

Yes.

I'll do my work in my office.

That's where I should be.

Do you want someone
to accompany you?

Captain, there is a malfunction
in this station.

I cannot bring any information
up on it.

Science 2 does not function
either, sir.

Engineering to Captain Picard.

We have something wrong
with warp drive circuitry, sir.

Transporter Room 6 to Bridge.

Reporting transporter console
malfunction, sir.

Data, this ship is less than
a year out of spacedock.

What are the chances
of this occurring?

It is a virtual
impossibility, sir.

So what the hell
is going on here?

And you're telling me
that there are no explanations

for these malfunctions?

At least, sir,
all the department heads

reported the damage repaired.

That was not my question,
Number One.

What caused the malfunctions?

I believe it was
a rampant electronic short

that jumped from system
to system, sir.

But the only thing is, um...

Yes, Mr. Singh?

That shouldn't be possible.

The affected systems don't
generally interact

with each other.

And where they do, well...

it wasn't an interlink
that was malfunctioning.

Have you spoken
with Chief Engineer Argyle

about this problem?

With all the engineering
staff, sir.

They're just as puzzled.

Well, I'm not satisfied.

I want an explanation
of this

by the time
we reach Parliament.

But, sir...

By the time we reach
Parliament, Mr. Singh.

These weapons were taken
from two of your people

who were loitering out of sight

in the vicinity of the Selay
delegation's quarters.

Do you care to explain, sir?

These are not weapons,
First Officer.

They are tools.

We use these to dispatch
the animals we consume.

Your food supply

is not on the same deck
as the Selay delegation, sir.

You have to admit
that these could kill.

I admit some of my people
are impulsive

and we all have reason
to hate the Selay.

They appear to have the same
feelings about you, sir.

Ah, the nature of politics.

Nevertheless, Chief Delegate,
you are on notice

that all of your weapons

no matter what their
basic function

are being confiscated.

Violence will not be
tolerated on the Enterprise.

Of course not.

And if any does occur,
let me assure you

it will not be we Anticans
who start it.

Thank you, sir.

But...

we will finish it.

Sir, warp power is fading.

Picard to Engineering.

What is the problem?

We've lost the warp engine
computer tie.

Warp five.

Four.

Three.

Two...

State-of-the-art vessel?

Data, signal Parliament
we'll be delayed.

We will send a new arrival time
as soon as it is determined.

Sir...

subspace radio is out.

All right, gentlemen.

Your theories on this sudden
vulnerability in our systems.

If the Enterprise were
really this fragile, sir

she never would
have left spacedock.

Therefore,
her systems' failures are

not endemic to the ship

but are the result of the
actions of an unknown adversary.

We have a saboteur aboard.

I believe I said that.

Gentlemen, the question is who?

I can't believe it's
one of our own people.

Agreed. There must be someone
from either alien delegation.

If the Ferengi could have bought
or bribed even one of them

that's all they'd need.

Ferengi contacts have
been detected

on both Selay and Antica, sir.

Can either of you suggest
any other suspects?

You're sounding like
a private eye, sir.

Inquiry: private eye?

A private consulting
investigator, Data--

who solves crimes.

Hmm. Most interesting
occupation.

In the world of fact,
probably not.

However in literature,
criminal detection

can be a fascinating exercise.

The immortal Sherlock Holmes

would have an interesting

view of our mystery, I believe.

But I'm afraid we're going
to have to find

our solution without history's

greatest consulting detective.

How about here, Mr. Singh?

If the control network
breaks off at this point...

It bleeds warp engine
commands off into dead ends.

Excellent.

I believe I can handle
it from here, Mr. Crusher.

But, sir...

You are scheduled
for classwork now. Sorry.

Yes, sir.

But I don't learn nearly
this much in school.

Well, I tend to agree.

But the Captain's orders
on this are very clear.

Hi.

Solve any new problems today?

I was starting to, maybe.

Mr. Singh sent me off to class.

Wes, you're only
an acting ensign.

You've got to let
the commissioned officers

do some of the work.

Mom, I've learned a lot
more than they understand.

For example-- with Channing's

dilithium crystals theory
I was telling you about...

When were you telling me
about that?

This morning.

Don't you remember?

Honestly, I don't remember.

Engineering to Captain Picard.
Security alert.

Picard.

Lieutenant Worf, sir.

I just found Mr.Singh.

He's dead.

Captain's Log, Stardate 41249.4:

I've ordered
an immediate investigation

into the death of
Assistant Chief Engineer Singh.

We continue to run
on impulse power.

He could have been working there
restoring warp power.

According to these readings

we can go back
to warp speed now.

Those aren't the same
readings as when I left.

Singh probably repaired it
just before he was killed.

He couldn't have
repaired it, sir.

The problems were
inside the engines.

Who else could have
corrected it, Wes?

Inform the bridge
of engine status.

Engineering to Bridge.

We now have warp capacity, sir--
all power on-line.

Well done. Warp engines ready
on previous heading.

Warp factor 6.

I tolerate these questions,
Lieutenant Yar

because I need this vessel

to get us to Parliament.

Your shipboard problems
do not concern me.

They should.
Our delays are your delays.

The peace conference
will wait for us.

I must ask where you were

during this vessel's Earth hours
of 1800 last night

and 0700 this morning?

Eating.

Sir, we're talking
about hours here.

It was a large meal,
Lieutenant Yar

and a very interesting animal.

You wanted me, Doctor?

Yes, concerning
your memory blackout.

I still don't remember
having one.

The same thing happened to me.

I want to try hypnosis
on both of you.

It may restore your memory
as to what happened.

One thing is clear-- almost
all of the peace delegates

answered our questions
with lies.

Imprecise, Lieutenant.

They omitted certain truths

which in itself
tells us something.

We can learn something
from nondisclosure?

Indubitably, my good woman.

It's something
the Captain mentioned.

Sherlock Holmes.

Indubitably...

Data has been studying him.

Has studied, sir, every case.

As Holmes would have pointed out

during the time in question,
something was afoot.

Afoot?

While both sets of delegates say
they were in their quarters

our crew locator sensed them
passing here and here.

But since it doesn't show
where they went

we're still in the dark.

On the contrary,
my dear colleague.

On their return,
they drew medical supplies

appropriate to the treatment
of minor wounds and abrasions

on these life-forms.

Which leaves us
with only one conclusion.

Exactly.

That they were too engaged
in their own affairs

to have disabled the ship
and murdered the engineer.

Given the choice, they would
rather kill each other

than any of us.

It's elementary, my dear Riker.

Sir.

Beverly, can you hear me?

Yes.

I want you to go back
in your mind

to the moment
when you first recall

this sensation of memory loss.

Picture it exactly
as it occurred.

He's lying on the hospital bed,
sedated.

I'm walking up to him...

I...

How do you feel at this moment

as you lean over him
to take the specimen?

I feel... someone else...

There's someone else
who's there.

Not a... not alone.

Get out. Get out of my mind.

That's almost exactly
what you said.

As though there were
something else inside you.

Which confirms the feeling
of duality that I sensed

earlier in both of them.

Why didn't you report it?

Because, sir, I assumed at first

it was the kind of duality that
we Betazeds feel in all of you.

Even you, sir.

When you approach a decision

and ask yourself
which direction to go

who are you talking to?

Hmm. Your hypnotism revealed
another form of duality?

Yes, sir.

I believe something
invaded them.

It's the only
possible conclusion.

Data...

Let's proceed without the pipe.

Yes, sir, if you wish, sir.

But I ask if you take it
as incontrovertible

that it cannot be
a family member

or one of the crew.

Yes, very unlikely.

Then our investigation
was worthwhile, sir.

We've eliminated
both the delegates

and the ship's
regular complement.

Data, what are you suggesting?

I am referring to the great
detective's credo, sir.

I quote--

"We must fall back
on the old axiom

"that when other contingencies
fail, whatever remains

"however improbable

must be the truth."

That engine computer net
wasn't repaired, sir.

It just suddenly
became all right.

Sometimes, it's the result
that counts, you know.

What the... oh, no.

What is it?

Helm control just went down.
She won't respond.

Bridge to Captain.

You're needed here immediately.

Wes, alert engineering
from your panel, all right?

I'm trying.

Report.

Helm is down, sir.

There's no apparent reason.

Captain, we've just dropped
to impulse power.

Sir, are you all right?

I thought I just saw...

I'm fine.

Everything is fine now.

Why the drop to impulse power,
Lieutenant?

The helm is suddenly
malfunctioning, sir.

Malfunctioning?

You're wrong. Look again.

Captain, I was just...

Mr. La Forge?

Well, there's nothing
wrong with it now, sir.

Everything is
just as it should be.

In that case, make our heading

925 mark 3... 7.

Sir?

You have a problem
with that heading, Lieutenant?

You want to double back
on our course, sir?

Isn't that what I ordered?

Yes, sir.

Sir...

I'm puzzled by your
reversing our course.

That energy cloud, Commander.

I believe it important
we have another look at it.

But we're behind schedule
for Parliament already.

I believe a very important
scientific discovery

awaits us on this heading.

Perhaps you'd like to share
your reasoning on that, sir?

Yes, since we obtained
only minimal information

on our sensor pass of it.

Right, Data.

We must go back to learn more.

Counselor...
do you believe a ship captain

should explain every order?

Of course not, sir.

I demand to see the Captain!

Stop! Return to your quarters!

What is that doing on our deck?

I demand to know why this
starship has changed its course?

Please return to your quarters,
delegates.

A mere change of direction
hardly justifies mutiny.

Exactly what do you believe
you're sensing from him?

It's just the feeling that...

well, that he's closed
part of his mind to me.

I just feel
that the Captain has become...

perhaps dangerous.

If he's dangerous...

If...

Then he'd have to be
relieved of command.

Which you could do, Doctor.

It's beaucoup trouble
if you're wrong.

And at the moment
it is all pure speculation.

He's done nothing to subject
the Enterprise to danger.

I'd need a medical log citing
clear evidence of incapacity.

You could do it
without that problem.

Only if all command officers
agreed it was vital to do so.

But he has not been showing
any overt unusual behavior.

Ultimately, I believe he will.

As second in command,
it's still in your corner.

I'll order medical
and psychiatric exams.

You'll have
to back me up somehow.

First Officer's Log,
Supplemental:

After meeting
with the senior officers

Dr. Crusher and I have decided
to approach the Captain

regarding his recent behavior.

Yes?

I'd like you to come to Sick Bay
for some examinations, Captain.

Oh?

I'd be glad to, when I'm free.

I'd like
to conduct them now, sir.

Why?

What can I do for you,
Number One?

Sir, Counselor Troi has
recommended the examinations.

Same question-- why?

It is my duty
to inform the Captain

we believe he may be under
some kind of alien influence

which may constitute
a danger to this ship.

I consider it equally possible
that the two of you

and Counselor Troi,
are overworked

and possibly suffering
hallucinations.

Now, this is an order--

you will arrange medical
and psychiatric exams

both for yourself and them.

Doctor, are you aware

everyone is behaving strangely?

I'm concerned
that you've suddenly turned

the ship away from its course...

What's happened to your mind,
Doctor?

The search for knowledge is
always our primary mission.

I'm sorry. I...

I really am too busy
for this kind of nonsense.

Do I have to call Security

to force you to report
to the Sick Bay?

No, sir.

What the hell!

Sorry, wrong species.

Riker to Security Chief!

Yar here.

Security guard
to the engineering deck.

The Selays are playing
hide-and-seek down here

obviously with the Anticans.

It's a lethal game.

I want them returned
to quarters, under guard!

Right away, sir.

Come.

What do you want?

Here are the results
from the exams you ordered, sir.

You don't care to inspect them?

Please... are you Jean-Luc?

He is here.

The Jean-Luc I know?

And more.

The more frightens me.

And elates us.

We wish you could understand
the glorious adventure ahead.

You and..?

Soon we'll both be home.

First Officer's Log,
Supplemental:

On the orders of Captain Picard

we have returned to the vicinity
of the energy pattern cloud.

I am personally convinced
that something from this cloud

now shares the Captain's mind.

But there seems to be nothing
we can do--

at least within regulations.

We're now approaching
the cloud, sir.

Very well, Mr. La Forge.

Bring us to within 10,000
kilometers and hold us there.

Aye, sir.

Shall we begin the scientific
tests you wanted, sir?

Oh, they're already underway.

I have an announcement
for the entire Bridge.

As many of you suspected

when our ship passed
through the edge of this

it accidentally carried away
a sentient being--

much like these energy patterns
we're seeing here.

A terrifying experience
for any intelligent being--

as if a great claw reached
down and scooped one of you

from your homeworld.

Drawn in to the energy circuits
of this vessel

and it found its way
to you, Worf.

Frantic at being taken
from its homeworld

and recognizing you
as sentient beings

it pleaded for help

but in ways
you couldn't understand.

Desperately going
from person to person

and then discovering
the computer intelligence

in this ship's memory circuits.

Oh, simplistic intelligence--

but it furnished it enough
to slow this Enterprise thing

that had captured it.

And it very much regrets
the accidental death

of Engineer Singh.

Captain...

do you exist in combination
with this entity?

Is it in control of you, sir?

Very soon after we had combined

we had learned much
about each other.

Passion for exploration,
for the unknown--

we found we had similar dreams.

And it offered your Captain
a way to realize them

beyond human expectations.

Captain!

I must speak to you
privately, now!

I understand.

As an energy pattern, free
of the limitations of matter

he might travel anywhere.

At any velocity!

Captain, do you hear me?

Sir!

I see no way for you
to journey with an energy form.

Isn't there?

He's planning to beam himself

and the entity into that cloud.

The transporter need not pattern
your Captain into matter.

We'll beam energy only
and we will become

a combined energy pattern
of our life-forms.

A resignation from this command
and from Starfleet has been

appropriately recorded.

I refuse to allow this, sir.

How does this resignation
threaten the ship

or its crew in any way?

Captain Picard, you are
now relieved of duty.

I judge you to be disabled

and mentally incapacitated.

Security!

Red alert!

Restrain the Captain!

Where is he?

This is blinding me!

Captain!

I'll help you, if you let me!

Someone restrain the Captain!

First Officer's Log,
Supplemental.

More than an hour has passed

since the Captain beamed out,
energy only.

Every effort has been made
to determine his whereabouts.

The transporter chief

has no idea
what the coordinates were, sir.

So he's just floating
around out there?

How can we settle for that?

Give me a choice then.

Still no readings,
no sign of anything.

Mr. La Forge...

it's time to set a course
for Parliament.

Warp 8.

We're really leaving him?

Commander... wait!

It's the Captain.

But only the Captain.

He's out there alone.

The entity,
has it abandoned him?

No.

But the combination wasn't
possible out there.

He's in trouble so we
have to beam him back.

Beam him back as what?

He's nothing but energy now.

Sir, the entity was caught
in the ship's circuitry.

The Captain might try

to get in the same way
if he's in trouble.

Bring us in closer, La Forge.

Moving in, sir, but where?

There's no way to know.

Let's hope he can come
part way himself.

Troi...

is there any way you can
get a message to him?

I wish I could.

Sensors monitoring
the perimeter...

ship's circuitry, sir--
nothing!

Bring us right into the edge
of it, La Forge.

Aye, sir.

Sir!

On my sensor controls.

There's something here.

I feel it.

Just as before,
going to Worf first.

Something crazy on my panel.

Commander Riker.

Static?

"P" for Picard?

He's in the ship's circuitry.

Come to the transporter room,
please.

There might be a way, sir.
Hurry!

This is a wild theory, Data.

I knew we had to have

the Captain's
physical pattern here, sir.

He was the last one to beam out.

Is what you're thinking
possible?

Unknown at this time, sir.

I hope the Captain remembers
his physical pattern is here.

If he has, his energy has moved

into the transporter relays
by now.

I wish we had some sign
that he was in here.

I guess we have no choice
but to risk it.

Energizing, sir.

What the devil am I doing here?

Sounds like our Captain.

But confused.

This Picard pattern was formed

before he went out there.

What's happening to me,
Number One?

I was preparing to beam out...
to somewhere.

And I remember there
was talk of an entity.

But it all seems so vague.

I believe the Captain

is now his separate self, sir.

Much of what happened
is naturally missing.

What are you talking
about, Data?

Is this still Sherlock Holmes?

Indubitably, sir.

Indubitably.

Hmm. At least you got rid
of that damned pipe.

Dr. Crusher has asked me
to steer you past Sick Bay.

She said you've been
looking very tired.

Captain!

Yes, Lieutenant.

Sorry, Commander,
but Security Team Two reports

they've discovered
a puddle of blood

outside the Selay quarters

and they can't find
one of the delegates...

Lieutenant, this couldn't
have waited a moment?

It's good to see you, sir.

The problem is is that one
of the cooks has just been asked

to broil reptile
for the Anticans

and it looks like
the Selay delegate.

Riker, what with
the peace delegates and all

I think I do need a rest.

Take charge, Number One.