All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s01e21.Symbiosis

All hands, this is the Captain.

As you may know,
a sun in the Delos System

is undergoing large-scale
magnetic field changes

producing violent
gigantic flares.

Now, we shall be studying
this star at close range.

Even though we shall be running
with full deflectors

the closeness of this event
and its severity

will create problems.

Intense magnetic fields

have a disruptive effect
on electrical systems.

Therefore, we can expect

communication interruptions

as well as potential temporary
loss of other systems.

As a precaution, we are
now going to yellow alert.

Stay sharp, everyone.

Attention all decks.

Yellow alert.

Engineering, this is
Lieutenant Commander Data.

Bring all systems on-line

and direct full power
to the shields.

All sections secure, sir.

Lieutenant La Forge?

Course is set, Captain.

Half impulse.

Aye, sir, one half impulse.

On main viewer.

Mask out the photosphere.

Magnify quadrant zero-seven

magnification factor 12.

I've never seen anything
like this before.

The violence of those
eruptions is awesome.

Captain, I'm reading
an unusual number

of sunspots
and eruptive prominences, sir.

The magnetic field
is extremely...

irregular.

Captain, deflectors are being
hit by huge bursts of X rays.

Wow.

Look.

Captain, my console seems
to be overloading.

The X ray burst
is disrupting systems, Captain.

I'm adjusting deflectors
to compensate.

Engineering, increase power
to forward shields.

Forward deflectors on line, sir.

Status report.

All systems operational, sir.

Captain, the level of tension
on the ship is mounting.

Understandable.

Mr. Data?

If we are to investigate, sir,
we must get closer.

Mr. La Forge...

move us in closer.

Aye, sir.

This is the Captain.

We will be pushing the
shields to the limit

but we are getting a splendid
view of this phenomenon.

Captain, I've intercepted what
appears to be a distress signal.

Let me hear it.

This is T'Jon.

I am on the Ornaran freighter
Sanction.

We have a serious problem here
and can't seem to fix it.

Need help.

The transmission is coming
from a freighter in orbit

around the fourth planet
in the system.

However, the receiving station

is on the third planet.

Open hailing frequencies.

Hailing frequencies open.

Unidentified freighter,
this is the USS Enterprise.

May we be of assistance?

Whoever you are, yes.

I'm having trouble navigating.

Can't maintain a steady course.

Please help us if you can.

Can't you enhance the frequency?

Too much interference.

Set course to intersect with
the freighter-- warp two.

Aye, sir.

Maintain yellow alert.

I can't control the helm
any longer.

Our ship is losing orbit.

We're heading
into the atmosphere.

Please do something.

We're going to burn up!

We haven't much time.

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.

It is a freighter-- very old.

Captain, our sensors are
being severely affected

by the sun flares.

Helm, take us in
as close as possible

to the freighter's orbit.

Moving in, sir.

There are six life-forms
aboard the freighter, sir.

Captain, the freighter's orbit
is decaying.

How long before
it loses integrity?

A matter of minutes.

Unidentified freighter,
this is the USS Enterprise.

Enterprise, this is
the Ornaran freighter Sanction.

Put this on the main viewer.

The visual transmission
is still breaking up.

Freighter Sanction,
this is the Enterprise.

What is your situation?

Not so good.

The helm isn't working right.

This is the Enterprise.

With all this interference

it is difficult to copy
your transmission.

If you all talk at once,
it is almost impossible.

Now, please, say again
what is your situation?

I am T'Jon,
Captain of the Sanction.

At last.

How can we help?

We have lost...
I don't know, something.

I am no longer able
to maintain this orbit

nor am I able
to use the main thrusters.

It's all, you know,
dead I guess.

It's all... shut down.

Well, that is a little vague.

What is the computer analysis?

Well, the computer's
not working very well.

Data, can you tap
into their computer

and clarify the situation?

I will attempt it, sir.

Captain, the tractor beam is
available, if you want it.

At least, we can pull them
out of orbit

before they enter
the atmosphere.

Freighter, we're going to
lock on the tractor beam

and pull you out of orbit.

Hey, that's great.

Captain, the freighter's orbit
continues to deteriorate.

The solar flares are interfering
with the tractor beam, Captain.

I can't lock on.

Captain T'Jon, we are unable
to attach the tractor beam

because of the intense
solar activity.

I understand.

Thanks for trying.

Sir, I have determined what is
malfunctioning on the freighter.

Captain, we have analyzed
your problem.

Great.

Data.

Your ship's design uses
an electromagnetic coil

to constrict the exhaust flow.

That coil is misaligned.

Really?

Do you have the necessary
tools to realign the coil?

I don't think so.

I believe, Captain,
we can provide them

with a temporary substitute.

Our ship's stores contain

a coil of the proper type.

Can we beam one over?

Yes.

Captain, we are beaming over
a replacement coil.

That's great.

And that will fix us up?

Yes, once it's installed.

Right.

And how do we do that?

What is the matter
with these people?

How can he be captain
of that vessel

and not understand

its simplest function?

Captain, how long
have you been

in command of this freighter?

Seven years.

This is my 26th voyage
to Brekka.

And you don't know how
to align a control coil?

It's never come up.

Can anyone else
over there do it?

Hold on. I'll ask.

Sorry, nobody here
knows anything about it.

I'd better get over there
with a team.

Captain, I strongly

recommend against anyone
from the ship beaming over.

The solar interference
is too great.

The freighter has entered
the planet's atmosphere.

Disintegration is imminent.

We're running out of options.

Let's get them off there.

T'Jon, stand by to beam over.

If you think that's best.

Unless you have
any other options

yes, I think that's best.

Whatever you say.

I can't maintain
a positive lock.

Unusual E.M. burst, sir.

Readings off scale.

Freighter Sanction,
this is the Enterprise.

We're having difficulty
getting a fix.

Have them go
to their own transporter room.

It will be tricky

but perhaps I can link
the two transporters in series

and get them over
with the increased power.

That's worth a try.

Captain T'Jon, go
to your transporter room.

Contact me from there.

Right, Enterprise.

It's right next door

but, if you can't get us

with your transporter

what makes you think
ours will do the job?

I'm going to interconnect them.

I didn't know you could do that.

Hurry!

We're running out of time.

We're on our way.

I don't think
they're going to make it.

Captain T'Jon doesn't
sound like he cares

one way or the other.

Worf, how much time is there?

One minute, 28 seconds.

Captain T'Jon, are you there?

We're in the Transporter Room.

Great, activate
your transporter.

Set coordinates
nine-seven-zero-three

mark two-six-eight.

Did you say two-eight-six
or eight-eight-six?

Mark two-six-eight.

Got it.

Sir, the hull temperature
of the freighter

is passing 3,000 degrees.

What's the holdup, Number One?

We're establishing
the link right now.

We're ready.

Then all six of you get
on the transporter platform.

On my signal, energize.

I've got their initial
transporter signal

interlock complete.

Energize on my mark.

Four, three, two,
one... energize.

Number One,
did you get them off?

No, sir, they stayed
on the freighter

but they beamed over
their cargo.

Cargo?

Are those people crazy?

What could possibly
be so important?

Sir, the freighter
is disintegrating.

Their lives are in danger
and they're beaming over cargo?

Number One, I don't understand
these people.

Captain, freighter's
hull temperature

is approaching critical.

Unbelievable.

We're losing the freighter.

We've got to beam
those people over now.

Clear the cargo,
beam it to a hold.

Aye, sir.

Freighter Sanction,
this is the Enterprise

get to your transporter...

No, forget about that.

Lock onto any life-form
you can find

and get them over here now.

Trying, sir.

The freighter is going down.

Transporter Room,
you're out of time.

Reading six life-forms,
but I can't get a solid lock.

We have no choice.

Energize.

I thought you said
there were six.

Where are the other two?

The lock didn't hold.

Reestablish.

It's too late.

Number One?

Two are lost, sir

but we saved four.

I'm Commander William Riker
of the USS Enterprise.

I'm sorry we were unable
to rescue the other two.

We did everything we could.

If you had come instead
of sending your cargo

you all would have made it.

The cargo-- where is it?

You did save it, didn't you?

Yes, we did.

It's in one of our cargo holds.

You act
as if it's more important

than your comrades.

The cargo-- may we see it?

Follow me.

Thank you. Thank you.

We thought we had lost it.

Careful with your
choice of words, T'Jon.

It's ours, not yours.

We paid a fair price for it.

You offered a fair price.
We have not received it.

You accepted our goods in trade.

Then where are they, hmm?

Tell me.

That's not our problem.

No more than the barrel
is your property.

It's as simple as this--

the goods were never delivered.

They were destroyed
with your ship.

Hence the deal was incomplete

hence possession of
the felicium remains ours.

We need it.

Commander, I request
you transport

my associate and myself
down to Brekka

with our merchandise.

Yes!

Get them out of here.

But the barrel stays.

There's no reasoning with you.

Langor, you expect
too much from them.

You always have

and you've always
been disappointed.

You didn't pay for it.

Therefore, it's not yours.

Damn you, Sobi.

Ah!

Stop this.

Now!

Security to Cargo Bay 1 1.

Behave yourselves, gentlemen.

Escort our visitors
to the observation lounge.

A natural electrical charge?

Formidable.

Yes, and a difficult
weapon to confiscate.

I have never seen humanoids
with that power.

Neither have l.

I wonder how it evolved.

I wonder if the strong magnetic
field of their sun

might have something
to do with it.

Could be.

I wonder how much power
our guests can produce.

Or if they need to recharge.

It's an interesting ability.

The question is, how
do I defend against it?

Do you think our visitors
pose a threat?

I don't know, but if they do,
I'd better be ready for it.

Precisely, Lieutenant.

We have to resolve this soon.

There isn't much time.

What can you offer?

Everything we had went down
with the Sanction.

Then it's going to be difficult
to accommodate you.

Solar flares increasing
in magnitude, Captain.

Shields are shaky,
but they're holding.

Maintain.

How are our rather
quarrelsome guests?

They're waiting for you
in the observation lounge, sir.

Data, what information
can you give us

about the inhabitants
of this system?

Not very much, sir.

The only recorded contact
with the Delos system

was over 200 years ago.

A scout ship reported
two inhabited planets--

one of which was on the verge
of acquiring space travel.

Ah, then, in two centuries,
neither civilization

advanced much further.

Sir, I find it strange
that none of our visitors

feels much remorse

about the two freighter
passengers who perished.

Yet that barrel of cargo

is a source of great
anxiety to them.

Mm-hmm, yes, let's pay a call,
get some answers.

Number One, Mr. Data.

Mr. La Forge,
you have the bridge.

Aye, sir.

Captain, may I present Sobi and
Langor from the planet Brekka

and T'Jon and Romas from Ornara.

I'm sorry we couldn't
save your ship.

Tell me, you could
have repaired it?

Oh, yes.

We have only two left,
and neither works properly.

They are critical
to our survival.

Will you fix them?

Mr. Data?

Our computer has downloaded
the specifications

for the magnetic coils
the freighters depend on.

Assuming the malfunction
is similar

suitable replacements
can be fabricated.

Instruct Engineering to proceed.

Aye, sir.

Now, as for our cargo...

Our cargo, Captain.

Wrong, Sobi.

My First Officer has said
that ownership of this cargo

is in dispute, but this question
must be settled

by whatever legal machinery

exists
between your two societies.

Captain, you don't understand.

This is a matter
of life and death.

Why is that?

What is this cargo?

Medicine.

Indeed.

Our planet is
in desperate need, Captain.

We have people suffering
from a lethal plague.

The cargo you have impounded

is the only hope
of life for our people.

Is that so?

Yes.

You must think us
heartless brutes, Captain

but look at our side of it.

The plant which yields
the medicine felicium

grows only in remote
areas of Brekka.

It must be painstakingly
cultivated, harvested

purified-- a complex
and expensive process.

That single shipment
of felicium

represents an
enormous investment.

We can't just give it away.

We paid for it.

We ask for only what is ours.

That is your viewpoint.

Ours, of course, differs.

You are going to hold
to that position?

I am constrained to abide
by the terms of our agreement.

Then you condemn us to death!

Romas...

You disgust me!

If you could see the suffering
the plague has caused.

Well, you are going to

when you see what it does to us.

Romas, are you and T'Jon
carrying this plague?

Yes.

Every Ornaran does.

Then you may have
brought it aboard this ship.

Was there a medical scan
when they transported?

Unverified.

The solar flares could have
caused a malfunction

in the biofilter.

Med alert.

Medical emergency--

Dr. Crusher to the
observation lounge at once.

You find us well, I trust.

As far as I can tell.

Your physiology
is somewhat different

than I've ever encountered

but I detect no dangerous
virus or bacteria.

I assure you we're
in perfect health.

But we are not.

We need our medicine.

Our medicine.

We paid for it, it's ours now.

Enough.

Of course.

You are right, Doctor.

Could we leave now?

I see no reason why not.

Escort them to their quarters.

Doctor.

Captain, could I speak
with you, please?

In private.

Not right now.

Captain.

What have you learned?

The Brekkians show
no sign of infection.

The Ornarans show all
the symptoms of a disease

but I can't find a cause.

Perhaps it was filtered out
by the transporter

when they were beamed aboard.

There's no record of it

then again, the solar
flare activity

might have caused
a malfunction

in the biofilters
or their monitors.

Are they going to die?

I need to check further,
but my instinct says no.

Do you think that we're in
any danger from this plague?

Again, I need more time.

There are some missing
pieces to this puzzle.

What's missing is
a little compassion.

We're losing our professional
detachment, Doctor.

Perhaps.

But, Captain, I must tell you

I am developing a very active
dislike for these Brekkians.

Understandable.

Captain, you must
give us back our cargo.

I can't do that.

Why? It belongs to us.

The Brekkians claim
it belongs to them.

They lie.

That may be so

but it is not my decision.

We need some now.

Now.

I don't care
if it's your decision--

get us some.

Captain, what is
happening to us

is happening to thousands
more on Ornara.

Please understand
the magnitude of the problem.

Your people don't need it.

The Brekkians don't need it.

Our people do.

If you don't give it to us,
you will be a party to murder--

not only of us

but of an entire civilization.

I-l-I am sorry, I do not
mean to insult you.

I'm feeling very shaky.

We cannot hold out
much longer.

They believe it will help them.

That in itself might
control their symptoms.

I'll talk with the Brekkians.

We thank you, Captain.

We appreciate
anything you can do.

May I say, Captain,
how impressed we are

with your ship
and all its facilities?

Thank you.

And its crew.

Everyone is so efficient
and professional.

I'm glad you're comfortable.

I've come to seek your agreement
to an Ornaran request.

We cannot agree.

Wait, let the Captain speak.

We want to be reasonable.

The two Ornarans
are really quite ill

and are insisting that
they need the felicium.

That is not surprising.

Would you object
to giving them enough

for their own immediate needs?

Captain, we Brekkians
are in business.

We are not in the habit
of giving away

that which has not
been paid for.

You would see them die,
rather than share the medicine?

We want to be fair, Captain.

We agree to permitting
them two doses

for immediate use.

No charge.

I'll let my medical
officer handle it.

Captain...

I trust you won't mind

if we're present
while you open the cargo.

What does that device do?

This measures
the individual portions.

What's the dosage?

.01 milliliters.

A very potent substance.

We've improved our distillation
process over the years.

In my grandfather's day,
this same amount of felicium

would have filled
five rooms this size.

But, now with our
improved processes

this one barrel contains
over 4,000,000,000 doses.

I would estimate
4 billion, 375 million...

Thank you, Mr. Data.

How long is
the dosage effective?

It varies with the individual.

But never more than 72 hours.

And then the symptoms return?

Yes.

Unfortunately, there is
no cure for the plague.

But felicium inhibits the
sickness with total efficiency.

Allowing the Ornarans
to lead normal lives.

An unusual disease--

virulent, extremely persistent

yet I can't isolate it.

The plague has baffled doctors

on both planets for 200 years.

We've therefore concentrated
on treatment--

finding new ways
to improve the potency

and purity of felicium.

No doubt you have
applied your technology

from other industries to the
refinement of this product.

We have no other industry.

None at all?

We don't need any.

The Ornarans provide us
with everything we need

in exchange for this.

Fascinating.

Your society
dedicated exclusively

to the production
of a single product.

A product for which
you have no use

but which the Ornarans
cannot live without.

One of life's little ironies,
Captain.

But one would be fools
not to take advantage of.

It's mutually beneficial.

The Ornarans provide us
with the necessities of life

and we provide them
with the necessities of living.

It is a fair exchange.

Interesting relationship.

Excuse me.

I'll take that to Sick Bay.

Can I help?

No...

Hurry up.

You're feeling better?

Yes, thank you.

I'm fine now.

Come.

Doctor?

I may not know
felicium's full effect

on Ornaran physiology

but I know how to interpret
physical reactions.

Are the Ornarans recovering?

T'Jon and Romas
are feeling fine.

In fact, too fine.

Felicium's a narcotic.

Then T'Jon and Romas

and everyone on their world...

Is a drug addict.

I think you'll find
it's a fascinating tale

that we've come across
here, Captain.

You've piqued my interest,
Number One.

Please continue.

Data, what have we got?

Beginning several
thousand years ago

the two planets
took different paths.

Ornara became technologically
sophisticated.

Brekka did not.

Then, 200 years ago

Ornara was stricken
by a devastating plague.

Their advanced technology
could provide no solution.

Somehow, and there is limited
information on this point

a cure was found in a plant

indigenous only to Brekka,
and which rejected

all attempts at cultivation
on Ornara.

In any case, a trading situation
developed

which still exists.

A nice arrangement
for the Brekkians.

And for the Ornarans.

Without the medicine,
they would all die.

No, they wouldn't.

Despite what the Ornarans
have been saying

it is not a medicine.

It was a medicine

but it cured the plague
200 years ago.

The plague is irrelevant now.

It doesn't exist.

Then why are they so desperate

for the felicium?

It's an addiction.

The physical and psychological
need is very real.

Thank you.

What are you going to do?

Based on what we know so far,
there's nothing I can do.

You don't think drug addiction
and exploitation

is sufficient cause
to do something?

This situation has existed
for a very long time.

These two societies
are intertwined

in a symbiotic relationship.

With one society

profiting at the expense
of the other.

That's how you see it.

I can synthesize
a non-addictive substitute

which will ease
their withdrawal symptoms.

No, I can't do that either.

You can't let them
have the felicium.

Why, because it offends
against our sensibilities?

It is not our mission to impose
Federation or Earth values

on any others in the galaxy.

Well, in this case, Captain,
I disagree 100 percent.

Captain, I'm receiving
a call from Ornara.

The signal is ragged,
but I think

I can put it
on the viewscreen.

Do it.

I'm Margan.

Are my people on board
your ship?

Some of them, yes.

May I speak to them?

Yes.

Lieutenant Yar, have
the Ornarans brought in.

No, wait.

I don't want them to have
access to the Bridge.

We will contact you
in a few minutes.

I will continue this
in the guest quarters.

Commander.
Doctor.

Data, I can understand

how this could happen
to the Ornarans.

What I can't understand

is why anyone
would voluntarily

become dependent on a chemical.

Voluntary addiction to drugs

is a recurrent theme
in many cultures.

Wesley, no one wants
to become dependent.

That happens later.

But it does happen.

So why do people start?

On my home planet

there was so much poverty
and violence

that for some, the only escape
was through drugs.

How can a chemical substance
provide an escape?

It doesn't

but it makes you think
it does.

You have to understand

drugs can make you feel good.

They make you feel
on top of the world.

You're happy,
sure of yourself, in control.

But it's artificial.

It doesn't feel artificial

until the drug wears off.

Then you pay the price.

Before you know it

you're taking the drug
not to feel good

but to keep from feeling bad.

And that's the trap.

All you care about is getting
your next dosage.

Nothing else matters.

I guess I just don't understand.

Wesley, I hope you never do.

Lieutenant Yar, we're ready
in the guest quarters.

T'Jon?

Do you have it?

Yes, it is here, but...

You've got to get it to us.

T'Jon, please.

We're dying down here.

You don't know, it's worse
than it's ever been before.

I'm doing everything I can.

You see, what happened was...

Stop!

I can't listen anymore!

T'Jon.

There's so many people here!

So much suffering.

We need the medicine.

You've got to get it to us!

I can't go on.

Help, T'Jon.

Please.

I'm sorry.

You will take us to our planet

and leave us there with our
medicine or this person dies.

Don't you see,
I have no choice.

We were sent to bring
the felicium back.

The suffering on my planet
is too great.

People are dying.

It doesn't matter

whether we're
entitled to it or not.

We must have it.

Let him go.

You will take us there now.

Or give us a shuttle

but we must have the medicine.

If you refuse,
this person will die.

I will not be coerced.

I will do it.

I will kill him.

No.

No, you won't.

You're not a killer.

Help us, please.

Help us.

I'm not sure that I can.

My insides are still shaking

but I'm all right.

Captain Picard,
could I see you a moment?

I'll stay here.

Come with me, Doctor.

This could be interesting.

We have thought
about this a great deal.

We both feel deeply

about what is
happening on Ornara.

And although
it is going to cause

hardship to us
and to our people

we have decided to give
the felicium to them.

They can pay
whenever they are able.

We don't want to be

the ones responsible
for their suffering.

There goes the other shoe.

They know.

What do they know?

They know that the Ornarans
no longer have the plague.

They know that felicium
is no longer a medicine.

So, of course, they are willing
to give this shipment

because they don't want to take
the chance that the Ornarans

will lose their addiction.

They don't want to lose
their only customers.

How would they have known
all of that

unless the plague had once
infected their planet, as well?

They were infected.

They used the felicium
to cure themselves

but, somehow, their ancestors
realized that it was a narcotic.

They broke the cycle
of addiction

and never told the Ornarans?

They let them
continue to believe

that, without the felicium,
they would die?

I think it's worse than that.

My guess is that

this refining process,
of which you are so proud...

Is only to increase
the potency of the felicium

and tighten your grip.

What are you going to do?

Are you going to tell them?

No, I'm bound by the rules of
the United Federation of Planets

which order me not to interfere

with other worlds,
other cultures.

If I were to tell them
any of this

I would violate
that Prime Directive.

But you are talking to us
about it.

This is information
you already know

and so nothing is changed.

If you can't interfere

then you are going to allow
the Ornarans to have

the felicium.

Yes, I am.

No, don't do it.

Jean-Luc, this is not
a symbiotic relationship.

This is exploitation--
pure and simple.

The Brekkians have caused all of
this suffering and hardship

only to make their
pitiful lives easier.

And all of it
based on a lie.

No, deny them
this shipment.

It is the least we can do.

From the moment they agreed
to give them the felicium

my hands were tied.

You are absolutely
right, Captain.

It's not your business.

Are these the spare parts
for our freighters?

They look complicated.

Are they already...

Aligned?

Right.

You'd have to ask the Captain.

Captain Picard,
we've arrived at Ornara

and assumed standard orbit.

Acknowledged.

Thank you.

Captain, please.

My planet is suffering.

We beg you to give us
our medicine.

The matter is already decided.

You're beaming down to your
world with the felicium.

Great.

I knew it.

I knew you'd help us.

We thank you.

Don't thank me.

Sobi and Langor--
they decided to let you have it.

We'll discuss
the payment terms later.

In the meantime,
there's no reason

to deprive you
of your needed medicine.

That's terrific.

I'm sure we can come
to a fair deal for payment.

May we beam down with
you and discuss it?

Of course.

You are quite welcome on Ornara.

We appreciate your hospitality.

And Captain--

we appreciate
your gift of the coils.

Once our freighters
are fixed, everything

will be back to normal.

No.

No?

The coils stay here.

What about our freighters?

If you want to repair them

you'll have to learn
to do it yourselves.

We can't.

If you don't help us, our ships

will soon be inoperable.

Quite possibly.

If you withhold those coils

you'll be disrupting the
stability of both our planets.

And interfering
with a trade agreement

that has lasted for generations.

What of your Prime Directive?

In this situation,
the Prime Directive

prohibits me from helping you.

That's absurd!

You did not think so
when it worked in your favor.

Do you want our world to suffer?

Oh no, I don't want that.

Without the freighters

there will be no more shipments
of felicium.

We will die.

You must trust yourselves.

There are... other options.

Ensign, prepare
to beam our guests

and their cargo down to Ornara.

Captain, I hope you realize
what you've done to us.

Of that, you can be sure.

Good luck.

Main bridge.

When the felicium runs out

the people of Ornara will suffer
horrible withdrawal pains.

No doubt, but they will pass.

That seems so cruel.

We could have made
their burden easier.

Could we have?

Perhaps in the short term,
but to what end?

Hold.

Beverly, the Prime Directive
is not just a set of rules.

It is a philosophy,
and a very correct one.

History has proved
again and again

that whenever mankind interferes

with a less-developed
civilization

no matter how
well intentioned

that interference may be

the results
are invariably disastrous.

It's hard to be philosophical
when faced with suffering.

Believe me, Beverly, there was
only one decision.

I just hope
it was the right one.

And we may never know.

Resume.

Mr. La Forge,
take us out of orbit.

Destination, sir?

I don't care.

Let's just get some distance
between us and this system.

Aye, sir.

Course nine-seven-zero
mark three-one-eight.

Speed, warp three.

Where will that take us,
Mr. La Forge?

The Opperline system.

An interesting choice.

Why?

Curiosity.

We've never been there.

Engage.