All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s01e13.Angel.One

Captain's Log,
Stardate 41636.9:

As feared, our examination

of the seven-year-overdue
Federation freighter, Odin

disabled by
an asteroid collision

revealed no life signs.

However, three escape pods
were missing

suggesting the possibility
of survivors.

Ready to begin orbit
of Angel One, Captain.

Make it so, Mr. La Forge.

What kind
of place is this, Data?

Angel One is
a class-M planet, sir

supporting carbon-based
flora and fauna.

Sparsely populated
with intelligent life-forms.

It is similar
in technological development

to mid-twentieth century Earth.

Kind of like being
marooned at home.

Assuming any of the survivors
made it this far.

Admittedly, it is
the closest planet to the Odin.

To travel the distance we did
in two days at warp one

would have taken the Odin escape
pod five months.

Five months, six days,
1 1 hours, two minutes...

Thank you, Data.

And 57 seconds.

Captain, we're receiving

an audio signal from Angel One.

Starfleet are adamant
that we maintain

excellent diplomatic relations
with this planet.

Mr. Data, is there any other

pertinent information
before we reply?

Angel One has evolved

into a constitutional
oligarchy.

It is governed
by a parliamentary body

consisting of
six elected mistresses

and headed by a female
they refer to as

"The Elected One."

It sounds like my own planet.

Klingons appreciate
strong women.

How current is this
information, Mr. Data?

A Federation vessel
last visited this planet

62 years ago,
Captain.

Counselor, as this is
a female-dominated society

you might wish to make
the initial contact.

Thank you, sir.

Open hailing frequencies.

Hailing frequencies
open, sir.

This is Counselor Deanna Troi
from the USS Enterprise.

I am Beata, The Elected One.

How may we assist you,
Counselor?

The Federation has neglected
to visit your planet

for far too long.

With your permission

we would like to correct
that oversight.

We feel in no way neglected,
Counselor.

A diplomatic courtesy call

is neither expected
nor required.

We also come in search
of possible survivors

from one of our freighters.

A brief visit will be tolerated.

They've broken off

transmission.

Ever feel like you're
not really wanted?

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.

Where are you
fellas off to?

Our ski instructor
has us scheduled

for the Denubian Alps, sir.

Well, save us
some deep powder.

No problem, sir.

The holodecks have all
you'd ever need.

The away team
is ready, sir.

Angel One's
strategic importance

in this quadrant
may become vital.

Starfleet's hope
is that one day

this world may become
part of the Federation.

We'll do our best

to make a good
impression, Captain.

Energize.

Captain's Log, supplemental:

Our away team
has beamed down

to an unusual
matriarchal society

where the female is as
aggressively dominant

as the male gender was on Earth
hundreds of years ago.

Here, the female is the hunter,
the soldier

Iarger and stronger
than the male...

an arrangement considered
most sensible and natural.

I am Beata

The Elected One
of Angel One.

Representatives
of the Starfleet Enterprise

do you wish to petition?

We do.

We have reason

to hope that survivors

from a damaged
Federation freighter

may be marooned
on your planet.

We are seeking to learn
if this is so.

Even a world as remote
as Angel One

has heard of Starfleet.

Searching the galaxy
for survivors

seems a petty task

for one of their
mighty vessels.

We don't consider
even one survivor petty.

Is this man implying that
we put a lesser value on life

than you do?

Not at all.

Our discovery
of the freighter was unexpected.

We have a duty to investigate.

I see.

And if you find any survivors

what then?

We would take
them with us

and see that they
were reunited

with their families.

Are we to take
these strangers

at their word?

Good question.

What reason could
we possibly have

to deceive you?

Another good question.

Are there survivors

from the freighter
Odin on your planet?

I'm not prepared to answer...

yet.

See to their comforts.

What's going on?

You will remain here
until summoned.

Is this area
secure?

Can we talk?

Yes, tricorder doesn't show
any listening devices

or anything else of
a threatening nature.

Good. Troi?

There was much fear
in that room.

Paranoia, I'd say.
But of what?

I cannot say.

But their fear was not focused.

I sensed they were all

not concerned
for the same reason.

Undoubtedly, there are survivors
from the Odin on this planet.

I agree.

Otherwise, why would they
be so circumspect?

As Mistress Beata
is so fond of saying--

good question.

What do we do if they deny
the existence of survivors?

Let's not look for problems.

I want all departments to
prepare for a warp six trip

into the neutral zone

as soon as the away team
completes its mission.

Trouble, Captain?

Insurance.

Romulan battle cruisers
have been detected

near one of our
border posts.

They've requested
our assistance as soon as...

Ahh!

Report, Mr. Crusher.

We finished
our ski lesson, sir

and it kind
of just happened.

On the Enterprise,
Mr. Crusher

nothing
"just happens."

What is that smell?

Hmm, yes

slightly reminiscent

of Night-Blooming
throgni, Captain.

From home.

Quite stimulating,
wouldn't you say?

No.

I don't smell
anything.

I'm a little
congested with snow.

Don't let this
"just happen" again

Mr. Crusher.

Yes, sir.

Hmm!

Interesting.

An alcohol-based synthetic

artificially reproducing
a floral scent.

It's called perfume, Data.

The purpose of which is...

Certain cultures consider
perfume an aphrodisiac.

I am unfamiliar
with that term.

An aphrodisiac
is something used

to stimulate or enhance
sexual pleasure.

How does stimulation
of the olfactory nerves

affect the enjoyment
of sex?

The Elected One
will see you now.

You claim you intend

to remove these survivors
from our world.

Are you prepared to give
your solemn word on that?

We are.

You should know that
the vote was not unanimous.

Some of those among us
are suspicious.

Yet, the majority feel

we have no choice
but to trust you.

We don't understand the source
of your misgivings, Mistress

but we appreciate
your faith in us.

Make certain that faith
is not misplaced.

There are four survivors
from the ship you call Odin.

There are four survivors
from the ship you call Odin.

All male.

Their leader is a man
who calls himself Ramsey.

If you'll deliver
these men to us

we'll have them off
your planet immediately.

If they were mine to deliver

I would do it
without hesitation.

Unfortunately,
their hiding place

has long eluded us.

Hiding place?

Why are they
in hiding?

Because they're fugitives
on Angel One.

And the quicker we get
rid of them, the better.

When these men came to us
seven years ago

they accepted our hospitality
quickly enough

but they gradually became
restive.

Started making unreasonable
demands.

Went against the natural order.

Using the technology
of the Enterprise

we might be able
to find these men.

I assumed as much.

But be warned, Counselor.

These men are dangerous.

Sick Bay to Captain Picard.

Picard here.

Wesley and one of his friends

have contracted some form
of respiratory ailment.

A respiratory ailment?
Is it contained?

I hope so.
I've isolated the 12 students

who were on the Quazulu Vlll
field trip.

How contagious is it?

Still running tests.

The key is to figure how
the virus is transmitted.

So far, I've been able
to rule out

person to person contact.

Keep with it, Doctor.

Starfleet has very important
business for us

as soon as
the away team returns.

I don't fancy the idea
of my crew being infected.

Data, what's the best way

to go about finding Ramsey
and the other survivors?

If we can isolate
something unique

to the Odin survivors

perhaps an element
not otherwise found

on Angel One,
we can utilize

the Enterprise scanners.

Mr. Data will need
access to your library.

Our library is far
too sophisticated

for a man
to comprehend.

I am an android, Mistress

though anatomically,
I am a male.

An amusing notion.

Maybe you can teach our males
a thing or two.

Trent, see to
the android's needs.

Bridge to Captain Picard.

Go ahead, Lieutenant.

The away team requests

that we scan
the planet's surface

for traces of platinum.

Have Mr. La Forge
break fixed orbit

and initiate a search pattern.

Aye, Captain.

Geordi.

Search pattern
initiated... now.

This was delivered for you.

Good.

It's for my meeting
with Beata.

You're not going
to wear that.

Of course.

Part of this mission
is diplomatic.

I have requested an audience
with a head of state

and I will honor her by
wearing indigenous apparel.

I don't believe this.

You're going to put
that thing on

and parade around
like one of them?

What is this attitude?

On Kabatris, I had to wear furs

to meet with
the leadership council

and on Armus lX
I wore feathers.

This objection doesn't
have anything to do

with the fact that Beata
is a woman

and an attractive one,
does it?

This is quite
unnecessary, Doctor.

I'm fine!

You're infected
with the virus, Captain.

In my opinion, you are
no longer physically able

to effectively
command this vessel.

That is ridiculous,
Doctor!

I've an away team down there
in less than friendly territory

and in addition,
I have an appointment

with several
Romulan battle cruisers...

You have
an appointment

in your cabin, Captain

with your bed.

Is that an order, Doctor?

Yes.

I think I may sneeze.

A Klingon sneeze?

Only kind I know.

Lieutenant La Forge

you have command
until further notice.

Please make
the proper ship's log entries.

Aye, sir.

Scanners indicate
a platinum trace.

Should I notify
the away team?

Make it so.

Tasha.

What do you think?

Uh...

Well...

I got to say,
it's kind of sexy.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Actually, it feels
quite comfortable.

How handsome you look.

Thank you.

The Enterprise reports

a possible location
for Mr. Ramsey

and the other
survivors.

So soon?

I'm impressed.

I am suspicious.

You don't believe me?

Not yet.

I hear the words,
but not the sincerity.

You had your opportunity
to object, Ariel.

You were
in the minority.

After seven years,
the great ship Enterprise

comes to repatriate
a small group

of insignificant people.

Mistress Ariel,
I hear the words

but not the sincerity.

You should listen
more carefully.

Excuse me, Mistress.

I have matters
to attend to elsewhere.

With your permission

we'd like to begin
our search immediately.

By all means.

But I'm sure
Counselor Troi and the others

can see to that without you.

If I recall, you had a gesture
of goodwill to give me.

Certainly
that can wait

until we've recovered
the survivors.

Are you suggesting that
the women in your party

are incapable
of accomplishing that task

without the help of a man?

Not at all.

Lieutenant Yar
and Counselor Troi

are completely qualified.

You're very generous
with your praise.

Inform them that you
will remain here with me.

Riker to Lieutenant Yar.

This is Yar.

In the interest

of diplomatic relations

I will remain here
with Mistress Beata

while you conduct our search.

Commander?

You have your instructions.

Relax, we have
much to discuss.

Set phasers to stun.

I wish they
weren't necessary.

A justified precaution,
Counselor.

Mistress Beata observed

that Mr. Ramsey
and his men are dangerous.

Lieutenant Yar to Enterprise.

Go ahead, Tasha.

Three to beam to the location
of that platinum trace, Geordi.

Coordinates set.

Energize.

Tasha!

Welcome.

I've been expecting you.

Picard to Bridge.

La Forge here.

Status report.

82 more reported cases
of the virus, sir.

Dr. Crusher has converted
the holodeck

into an isolation ward.

And the... the away team?

Well, no recent
contact, sir.

But I have informed them
of the medical situation up here

and the growing Romulan threat
to our neutral zone outpost.

Keep me advised.

You have the Bridge
until Commander Riker returns.

Engineering reports
a computer mal...

I'm sorry.

I'm getting sick.

I'm sure half the ship
knows that by now.

Report to Sick Bay,
Lieutenant.

Engineering to Bridge.

La Forge here.

The computer won't accept
the varying climate controls.

On my way.

With all respect, Lieutenant

there are people
to do that job now.

La Forge to Engineering.

Lieutenant Wong
knows that system.

I'm sure she'll be able
to resolve all problems.

Worf...

thanks for the advice.

How did you find me?

Actually, it was quite simple.

Angel One
has no platinum.

Enterprise scanners
did the rest.

Platinum, was it?

My wings.

I kept them for
their sentimental value.

Where are the other survivors,
Mr. Ramsey?

Oh, they're nearby.

They're packing,
as a matter of fact

since we can no longer
remain here.

Seven years on an alien planet

and I sense no anticipation,
no excitement at being rescued?

What is it that you think
that you're rescuing me from?

My shipmates and l
have all taken wives.

A few even
have children.

You can't rescue a man from a
place that he calls his home.

Why were you so hesitant
at first

to tell us
about the Odin survivors?

Because Ramsey and his
men are anarchists.

I had to make sure
you weren't here

to fuel their struggle.

I like the way
your eyes pick up

the color
of your tunic.

It's not our position
to interfere

in the domestic affairs
of other societies.

But you can interact?

Of course.

Otherwise,
how can we learn?

Is that why you're
here with me tonight?

To learn?

Yes.

About our society?

Yes.

Well, in our society

it is the men who are
the fortunate ones

enjoying all
life has to offer

while we women
devote ourselves

to the obligation
of making life work.

In our society we share
the responsibilities

and the pleasures
equally.

Which is why I'm able
to be here with you

while the women of the away team
go to find Ramsey.

You have to remind me to thank
them when they come back

for giving us this time.

You resist.

Don't you find
me attractive?

Yes, I find you
very attractive.

You attract me
like no man ever has.

It's not my function
to seduce or be seduced

by the leader
of another world.

That's not
the reason.

No, it's not.

But will you still
respect me in the morning?

I hope so.

Thank you, Trent.

You may go.

Compliments
of the USS Enterprise.

It's called an Albeni
meditation crystal.

Very impressive.

And now, I must
repay you in kind.

Five months in a rescue pod
no bigger than this room

is an eternity I hope none
of you will ever have to face.

When we finally
made it here

we thought we'd died
and gone to heaven.

You've seen the women
on this planet.

They're tall and strong
and very lovely.

But after the newness wore off

we started to see
how the men were treated.

There's no votes,
there's no opinions

there's no respect.

None of which
is your concern

any longer, Mr. Ramsey.

Call the others in, please.

It's time to leave.

Despite their
problems, Lieutenant

we happen to like it
here on Angel One.

We're not
going anywhere.

But Mistress Beata...

Mistress Beata be damned!

Her wish is not my command,
and neither is yours.

You can't force us to go.

Mr. Ramsey
is correct, Counselor.

The Odin was not a starship,
which means her crew

is not bound
by the prime directive.

If he and the others
wish to stay here

there is absolutely
nothing we can do about it.

Bridge to Sick Bay.

How are you doing, Doctor?

We have more sick
than we do beds.

So far, I've been forced
to confine over 300

to their private quarters.

We're going to be
seriously undermanned

if we're forced to engage
the Romulans in battle.

The Romulans are your problem,
Lieutenant--

trying to find an inoculant
is mine.

This virus mutates
every 20 minutes.

But we haven't
had any fatalities... yet.

If this continues, there will be
no one left to run the ship.

If this continues,
Lieutenant La Forge

nobody will be healthy enough
to care.

Yar to Enterprise.

Enterprise here, go ahead.

Prepare to beam three to our
previous location, Geordi.

After regrouping
with Commander Riker

we'll return
to the ship.

I suggest you make that
on the double, Tasha.

We have a real medical emergency
brewing up here.

One-third of the crew is down

and the latest information
from the neutral zone outpost

is that more Romulan vessels are
converging on that area.

I'll inform
the commander.

Yar out.

One thing before we go.

You said you were
expecting us.

Why?

I can't answer that.

We wish you well,
Mr. Ramsey.

Energize.

They're gone.

What a refreshing change--

to be with a man
who knows what he wants.

And doesn't have
to be told by a woman?

Exactly.

I knew you were bright
enough to understand.

See, women, by our very nature

want only what is best
for their men.

Men are not objects
to be possessed, Mistress Beata.

Of course
they're not.

It was merely
a figure of speech.

Enter.

What is so important
you find it necessary

to intrude upon my privacy?

They have returned, Mistress

but without Ramsey
or the others.

Your advanced technology
has proven inadequate?

What happened, Tasha?

Mr. Ramsey and the other
survivors refuse to leave.

You gave me
your solemn word.

I'm sorry, there's
nothing else we can do.

I'm sorry as well.

Since you refuse
to take them with you

I am left with no choice

but to sentence them all
to death.

Come.

It looks horrible, tastes worse

but it's absolutely guaranteed
to make you feel better.

I knew you'd like it.

Are you wearing cologne?

Like something
I smelled earlier

something Klingon.

Lieutenant Worf and l

detected the same scent

when we bumped

into your son

at the holodeck.

It's that smell.

That's how
the virus travels.

An airborne particle

whose sweet scent

inspires deep inhalation.

And once inside the body

becomes that damn virus!

I have work to do.

You are excused, Doctor.

What's the latest on the
Enterprise's medical situation?

Dr. Crusher
feels the virus

will undoubtedly
run unchecked

through
the entire ship.

Attempts to develop
an inoculant

have so far ended
in failure.

Lieutenant La Forge
still has Bridge command

pending your return, sir.

And what about the Romulans
entering the neutral zone?

The border outpost
reports a contingent

of seven Romulan
battle cruisers

within sensor range.

The USS Berlin has answered
the distress call.

However, should
hostilities erupt

both the outpost
and the starship

will be outgunned.

It is felt that
the Enterprise's presence

in the area will be
a vital show of force.

Some show
of force.

The Enterprise
could fly on autopilot

but with that virus
knocking down our crew

we're going to be
in sorry shape

if things turn ugly.

I think it's time
we leave this place.

It doesn't feel right to leave

while Beata is determined
to execute those people.

She has to find
them first.

Ramsey and his bunch
have been fugitives for years.

I suspect he's pretty good
at evading capture.

Something's wrong.

Before you go back
to your ship

there's something
I want you to see.

We were no harm to anyone.

Why did you tell them
where to find us?

You brought this upon yourself.

You and the traitor.

One does not need the technology
of the Enterprise

to follow
Mistress Ariel

sneaking out
to warn her husband.

Let her stand with him now!

For tomorrow
they will die together.

You claim to be
an advanced society

and yet you resort
to executions

in order to suppress those
who don't share your views.

I don't expect you
to understand.

Why? Because I'm
only a man?

You'll accomplish nothing
with that attitude.

Mistress Beata

if you had an alternative
to the execution of Ramsey

and his followers,
would you take it?

Is that not the way
of an advanced society?

Then let us meet with the men
from the Odin one last time.

Let me try to convince them
to leave here with us.

Will you also include those
from this world

who unwisely choose
to follow Ramsey and his group?

Yes. All of them.

Mistress Beata is willing
to give you a second chance.

We're prepared to take
your entire group with us.

That's very kind
of you.

But we're not going.

Haven't you been
paying attention, Ramsey?

You're scheduled
to be executed tomorrow.

We don't want to die.

We don't want to leave, either.

There's no time to debate
the issues.

You're going with us

whether you choose
to go or not.

Excuse me, Commander

but removing any of these people
against their will

would be a violation of several
Starfleet regulations

not the least of which
would be the prime directive.

I realize
that, Mr. Data.

I'd rather face
a court-martial

than live
with the guilt

of leaving these people
to their death.

Commander Riker
to the Enterprise.

This is the Enterprise,
Crusher here.

It must be worse up
there than we thought.

Doctor, where is
Lieutenant La Forge?

He's right here,
but he's in bad shape.

Notify the transporter room
I have 14 to beam up.

I can't allow it.

This virus is totally
out of control here.

Doctor, these people are
facing their death down here.

They might be facing
the same thing up here.

Until I have a better idea
what I'm dealing with

no one can beam up.

I'm sorry, Will,
but you must wait.

Understood.

Doctor, would this virus
have any effect on Mr. Data?

Not likely.

You're going
back there alone.

I want you to get
the Enterprise

into the neutral zone
before it's too late.

This is Data standing by
to beam up.

What of them?

I don't know, Deanna.

Mistress Beata
invites you to witness

this morning's
reaffirmation

of Angel One's
moral imperative.

Is that the civilized word
for murder on this world?

Send Mistress Beata
our regrets.

The Elected One
will not look fondly...

Enterprise to Commander Riker.

They're still here.

Riker here.

Data, I gave you
direct orders

to get to the neutral
zone immediately.

Explain the delay.

To be precise, Commander

you ordered me to reach
the neutral zone

before it is too late.

After relieving
Lieutenant La Forge

I computed the length of time
the border outpost

and the USS Berlin

can safely withstand
a Romulan attack--

deducted our time to destination
at maximum warp speed.

That leaves Dr. Crusher
48 minutes

to develop an inoculant
to the virus.

Which means there's
still time

for us to do something.

48 minutes.

Ah, 47, sir.

Perhaps, Data, perhaps.

Thank you

for following my orders
so precisely, Data.

On second thought, Trent,
we would be honored

to witness your moral
imperative in action.

We have determined that
the heretical teachings

of Ramsey and his followers
are inconsistent

with harmonious
life on Angel One.

Our patient efforts

to silence revolutionary
voices have failed.

Therefore, we are
left with none

but the most final
alternative.

As you can see

we are not
without compassion.

Your deaths
will be

swift and painless.

Mistress Beata

before we see
living examples

of your compassion,
may I speak?

Is this a plea
for leniency?

Nothing of the sort.

As the governing body
of Angel One

you're entitled
to execute your laws

or your citizens
as you see fit.

Make your point
so we can proceed

with this
unpleasant business.

When you spoke
of the prisoners

you used the term
revolutionary.

Indeed, death has been
known to stop revolutions.

But I suspect it's
not a revolution

that Angel One
is hoping to stop.

It's evolution.

Mr. Ramsey and
the Odin survivors

did not initiate
the waves of dissent

that are rippling
through your planet.

Their presence here
merely reinforced

the change in attitudes
between men and women

that was already
well underway.

They became symbols
around whom others

who shared their views
could gather.

You may eliminate
the symbols

but that does not mean
death to the issues

which those symbols
represent.

No power in the universe
can hope to stop

the force of evolution.

Be warned.

The execution of Mr. Ramsey
and his followers

may elevate them
to the status of martyrs.

Martyrs cannot be silenced.

Beata!

Stop.

We will adjourn
to consider your words.

Thank you.

I don't know
if it was enough.

Sick Bay to Bridge.

Go ahead, Doctor.

Bingo, Data.

Bingo?

I fail to see
the relevance, Doctor.

Is that not a reference
to an ancient Earth game?

It's also a reference
to success, Data.

I've got the inoculant.

Excellent, Doctor.

We still have 17 minutes left.

I will inform
the away team immediately.

Enterprise to Riker.

We are now ready to have you
beamed up, Commander.

Data, Ramsey
and the prisoners

are with us
in the Great Hall.

I want you to lock
in the transporter.

Prepare to evacuate
the entire group

but for now, stand by.

Understood, Commander.

After careful consideration,
this legislature has voted

to stay the execution
of the prisoners.

Their children will be
returned to them immediately.

Do not rejoice
prematurely.

Ramsey and his followers
are to be exiled

to a distant and
unpopulated region.

Life will be
difficult there

with little time

Ieft for revolutionary...

or evolutionary upheaval.

As some have
observed

we may not be able
to stop evolution

but perhaps we can reduce it
to a slow crawl.

For a man, you can be
very clever, Commander Riker.

Riker to Enterprise.

Belay my previous
order, Mr. Data.

There will now be
only three to beam up.

Energize.

Welcome home.

It's good to be back.

Are they recovering?

Slowly, but yes.

And the Captain?

The Captain is fine, thank you.

Mr. Data has
been briefing me

on the away team's
comportment, Number One.

We, uh...

improvised, sir.

Mmm... I look forward
to your reports.

Don't we have a call to pay
on the Romulans, Captain?

Indeed, we do.

Mr. Data, set course
for the neutral zone.

Warp six.

Coordinates set, warp six.

On your mark, sir.

Engage.

Sir?

Engage.