All language subtitles for Star Trek The Next Generation S04E03

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 44085.7.

Due to a medical emergency,

we have been forced to cut short
a two-day Liberty on ogus ii

and set course for starbase 416.

It seems a young man's practical joke

has come dangerously close
to a lethal conclusion.

Well, Mr. Potts,
why don't we start at the beginning?

We were at the arcade, sir.

And I brought this balloon with me
filled with red pillion dye.

Willie's always making fun of me,
I figured I'd get him back.

Hey, slow down.

We programmed the game
for an ordinary laser duel.

You know, 21 points.
Four points for a...

Yes, I'm familiar with the game.
Go on.

Jake: We went out to the forest
behind the east arcade.

I told Willie that his laser pistol
looked kind of funny.

Almost like a real one.

When I went behind the trees, I put
the balloon into my vest, and then...

And then you made your 9-year—old
brother believe that he'd killed you?

- Yes, sir.
- And then he ran away?

Yes, sir.

And while he was hiding,
he ate the fruit of a cove palm.

It was just a joke, sir.
I didn't think this was gonna happen.

Are you aware of the infectious nature

of the parasites
which inhabit the cove palm?

I am now, sir.

Are you also familiar with the terms
that I agreed to keep you boys

on the enterprise
when your parents went on sabbatical?

That we'd stay out of trouble, sir.

- Mr. Data.
- Data: On my way, sir.

Think about it, Mr. Potts.

While you're at it,
think what may have happened

had we not been this close
to a starbase medical facility.

Were you able to contact
the boy's parents?

They have been made fully aware
of the situation, sir.

Riker: Good. Escort this young man
to the quarantine anteroom.

Perhaps he could assist us
in lifting his brother's spirits.

Aye, sir.

He really could die.

Fortunately, we are only two days
away from starbase 416

and their laboratory can isolate...

Can isolate what, sir?

Their laboratory can isolate what,
commander?

Sir, I know I made a mistake

and I can tell you're angry,
but if you're not gonna talk to me...

Picard: 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.

Back so soon, Mr. Data.

La forge: La forge to bridge.

Picard: Go ahead, commander.

La forge: Captain, we've completed
our dilithium vector calibrations.

We are currently
at warp four-point-five.

You're clear to increase
to warp seven.

Very good, geordi.
Let me know if you...

Captain, did you request
a course correction?

La forge:
I didn't say we could increase speed

to warp nine-point-one, sir.

New course set for heading
three-four—one, Mark two-two-one.

- Course set by whom?
- Not by me, commander.

What's going on?

Data, who programmed
the new coordinates?

Wesley:
Warp nine-point-three, commander.

La forge:
I don't advise this, captain.

If we're going to maintain
our realignment progressions,

we shouldn't be pushing
warp eight for at least an hour.

Commander.

Computer: Evacuate bridge.

Deck 1 life support failure
in 30 seconds.

Turbolifts 2, 3, 4. Everyone.

- Transfer helm to engineering, geordi.
- La forge: Aye, sir.

La forge,
let's get a diagnostic sweep under way.

Computer: Evacuate bridge.

Deck 1 life support failure
in 20 seconds.

Reassemble in engineering.

Computer: Evacuate bridge.

Deck 1 life support failure
in 10 seconds.

Deck 1 life support
has been terminated.

Our velocity is holding steady
at warp nine-point-three.

- Do you wish to override?
- No, not yet.

Computer, isolate cause
of life support failure.

Computer: Atmosphere
conditioning pumps on deck 1

- are operating in negative mode.
- How can that be?

There are seven independent
safety interlocks to prevent that.

Captain,
I believe we've found the problem

- but it really doesn't make sense.
- Bring the enterprise to a full stop.

Aye, sir. Full stop, ensign.

It's not responding, sir.

I'm gonna have to do this
at a manual level, sir.

We're still at the altered heading,
holding at warp nine-point-three.

Captain, force fields
have been established

on all main bridge turbolift doors
and service crawlways.

Computer,
locate lieutenant commander data.

Computer: Commander data
is on the main bridge.

What the hell is he up to?

Number one,
take a security team up to deck 2.

Try and break through from below.

- Commander.
- Everything's locked up, captain.

We have no control of impulse
or warp engines from here.

Navigation's not responding either, sir.

Picard to main bridge.

Commander data, do you hear me?

I repeat. Mr. Data, do you hear...?

Computer. Recognize data,
lieutenant commander.

Alpha one clearance.

Computer: Priority clearance
recognition, Alpha one.

Maintain minimum auxiliary power and
disengage subspace communication.

Computer: Acknowledged.

He is on the bridge, sir.

Mr. La forge.

Prepare for saucer separation.

- Sir, we're at warp nine-point-three.
- I'm aware of the risks, ensign.

When the umbilical splits,
we should regain primary control.

- Do you agree?
- Yes, sir.

The saucer module should fall
out of warp within two minutes.

Be prepared to sweep back,
pull it in with a tractor beam.

Aye, sir.

Initiate auto sequence.

Computer,
recognize picard, Jean-Luc.

Alpha two clearance.

Computer: Priority clearance
recognition, Alpha two.

Cancel separation sequence.

Computer: Sequence canceled.

Isolate all remaining
command functions

and accept related orders and inquiries
from main bridge only.

The separation sequence
has been aborted, captain.

Computer, recognize Jean-Luc picard,
Alpha two priority,

and re-establish separation procedure
immediately.

Computer:
Orders regarding command functions

are no longer accepted
from your present location.

And what location
are they accepted from?

Computer: Interface terminals
on main bridge only.

You're the only one who has clearance
to localize command functions.

It seems commander data
has acquired it as well.

Worf: The isolinear subprocessor
extends 3.5 meters.

Riker: I've got a clear path
to panel j14-baker.

What's that going to do for us?

J14-baker backs onto
science station 2, commander.

Riker: Have they reinverted
the environmental control sequencer?

Yes, sir.
Life support has been re-established.

Riker: Then, you and Casey
get up here. Let's get to it.

Computer.

Configure a perimeter field charge,

sections 9-k through 12-t.

Riker: What the hell was that?

Worf:
He's activated a force field, sir.

Riker: Great. Just great.

- Chief o'brien.
- O'brien: Yes, captain.

We had better disable
the site-to-site transporter function.

When we get
wherever we 're going,

I don't want Mr. Data
beaming off the bridge.

I'll get right to it, sir.

- Dr. Crusher.
- Crusher: Yes, captain.

Is your quarantine intact?

Crusher: So far sickbay force fields
don't seem to have been affected.

- The boy?
- He's all right.

But he's not going to stay all right.

Sir, we have to get this ship
to a starbase medical facility.

It seems that Mr. Data has other plans
for the enterprise right now.

Oh, come on, I can't believe that.

Everybody's played a practical joke
on somebody at one time or another.

Not me.

Not even a little one?

How about April fools'?

I can't believe
that you're telling me

that you've never tried to pull
something even on April fools' day?

What for? It's never funny
to the one getting fooled.

Well, I'm sure your brother didn't
intend for it to get this out of hand.

Certainly not to the degree it has.

Take a deep breath.

What's so funny about making
someone think you killed them?

Take a deep breath.

Have you been drinking
all the water I asked you to?

- Yes.
- Well, keep it up.

There might be a slight delay
in reaching starbase and I want...

There, you see?

How can I tell him
when he's not gonna listen to me?

Why don't you try, Jake?

It's just a waste of time.
He won't listen.

Computer, prepare to transport me
directly to the following coordinates.

Co m p ute r:
Site-to-site transport interlocks

have been manually deactivated.

Can you override?

Computer: Negative.

Show me the shortest route
to transporter room 1.

Computer, prepare to activate
cascade force field sequence

in the following progression.

La forge: No matter what we try,

the computer will only accept
commands from the bridge, sir.

He has blocked
every subspace channel, sir.

We cannot even call for help.

Have you tried tracing back
navigation inputs?

We don't even know
what star system we're in, sir.

The only way we knew we'd come out
of warp was by looking out a window.

O'brien:
O'brien to captain picard.

Go ahead, chief.

O'brien:
Captain, he's up to something.

- What now?
- He discovered the site-to-site lockout.

I wouldn't be surprised if he tried
to make it to a transporter room now.

Mr. Worf, I want security teams
along all the main passageways

and in every transporter room.

And see if the computer
will be good enough

to give us the precise stun setting
to disable Mr. Data.

Yes, sir.

Computer, estimate the time from this
location to starbase 416 at warp nine.

Computer: Inquiries regarding
command functions

are no longer accepted
from your present location.

Computer, establish a security code

for access to all functions
previously transferred to bridge.

Computer: Enter code.

1734-6732-1476 Charlie

3278-9777—643 tango

Computer: Security code intact
for all specified inquiries and orders.

Computer, initiate cascade sequence.

Accepting instructions
from commander data en route.

He's out.
Security team approaching location.

Intersection 8-j. Aft port.

Establish.

I order you to stop.

Computer, begin scan-phase.

No, no, it's too close.

This has gone far enough, data.

Data:
Computer, 3-meter cross-seal.

I wouldn't advise that, sir.

The phase coils don't take well
to ricochets.

What's he doing?

He's reactivating
the site-to-site transport interlocks.

Does that mean he'll be able to...?

You're right on time.

Soong: Open.

One of these,

and one of these.

There you are.

I fail to recall how I arrived here.

I sent for you.

In a manner of speaking.

And who are you, sir?

Data to enterprise.

Enterprise, do you read me?

I always loved that face.

Please, sit down.

We were headed for a medical facility.

I was taking the boy's brother
to sickbay and...

I'm sure your starship will be back
for you soon. Please, sit down.

I must find a way to contact
the enterprise.

Tell me, do I look somewhat, uh,
familiar to you?

You do bear a resemblance
to Dr. Noonian soong,

- the cyberneticist who constructed me.
- Ha-ha-ha.

But Dr. Soong was killed shortly
afterward by the crystalline entity.

Ah. There we are.

This is your lucky day, data.

You've found your long lost father
and he's alive.

What do you think of that?

But the colony was destroyed.
There were no survivors.

I, uh...

I never felt too comfortable
living anywhere

without a prearranged route of escape.

I admit, I, uh...

I wouldn't have guessed I'd be running
from a giant snowflake, but, uh...

It is really you.

Captain,
the quarantine field in sickbay.

Picard: You have access to it?

When he transferred
force field control to the bridge,

he must have only specified
the fields he was planning to initiate.

The quarantine field
was already operating.

Under normal circumstances,
we could divert that field energy

and use it to cancel the force field
protecting the bridge.

But we have to retain
the medical quarantine.

Determine the absolute minimum
field energy Dr. Crusher needs

and use the rest to get me
onto my bridge.

How are you this morning?

Not so great.

I'm having trouble standing up.
I get sort of dizzy.

You heard the old story
about the man who goes to his doctor?

He says, "doctor, it hurts
when I raise my arm like this."

The doctor says,
"then don't raise your arm like that."

So if I get dizzy standing up...

Then don't stand up.

Okay, doc, we're ready.

If all goes well,
you shouldn't notice a thing.

Make sure it goes well, commander.

Your brother tells me
that you still won't speak to him.

It's hard on him too.

He feels very guilty
about what happened.

He's your brother.

Why is everyone so worried
about him?

I'm the one who's sick.

I'm the one who's gonna die.

Hey, nobody is going to die, Willie.

Do you hear me? Nobody.

Captain, we are in.

Picard:
We 're on our way, lieutenant.

Computer, restore tactical station.

Computer: Deactivation
of command function overrides

requires Alpha two clearance.

Beverly thinks it's going to be tight.

Let's hope he didn't take us
too far off-course.

Let's hope.

It won't answer to my clearance, sir.

Computer,
this is captain picard.

Return all command functions
to their stations.

Computer:
Alpha two clearance recognized.

Please enter security code.

Security code?

Data.
I was afraid of something like this.

Sensors are operative.

Well, at least that's something.

What have you got?

No fix on data.

But I am picking up a single life form
on the surface, sir. It appears human.

That's a human that has the answers
to a lot of questions.

- Something else.
- What is it?

A small vessel. Entering orbit.

I detect no life forms aboard, sir.

Soong: Mm-hm. Good.

Good, good, good.
Keep it up, keep it up.

Old Tom handy swore
you'd never master that.

Uh, data, data, whistle for me.

Yeah, well, all right.
That's enough, sit down, sit down.

Ah. Beautiful. Beautiful.

You know, I've been able to keep track
of you from time to time.

You've become something
of a celebrity in cybernetic circles.

Uh, data...

Why starfleet?

I gave you the ability to choose
whatever you wanted.

To do whatever you wanted.

Why starfleet?

It was starfleet officers
who rescued me.

Oh. So you decided to emulate
your emancipators, huh?

How disappointing.

What choice of vocation would
have met with your approval, sir?

Well, I often hoped

you might become a scientist.

Perhaps even a cyberneticist.

To follow in your footsteps,
as it were?

I see nothing wrong with that.

May I ask you a question, sir?

Certainly. Anything you like.

Why did you create me?

Why does a painter paint? Hmm?

Why does a boxer box?

You know what Michelangelo
used to say?

That the sculptures he made
were already there before he started,

hidden in the marble.

All he needed to do was, whoosh,
remove the unneeded bits.

It wasn't quite that easy with you, data.

But the need to do it,
my need to do it,

was no different
than Michelangelo's need.

Now, let me ask you a question.

Why are humans so fascinated
by old things?

Old things?

Old buildings, churches, walls,
ancient things, antique things.

Tables, clocks, knick-knacks. Why?

Why? Why?

There are many possible explanations.

If you brought a noophian to earth,
he'd probably look around and say,

"tear that old village down,
it's hanging in rags.

Build me something new,
something efficient."

But to a human, that old house,

that ancient wall,
it's a shrine.

Something to be cherished.

Again I ask you, why?

Perhaps for humans,
old things represent a tie to the past.

Well, what's so important
about the past?

People got sick. They needed money.

Why tie yourself to that?

Humans are mortal.

They seem to need a sense
of continuity.

Hmm. Why?

To give their lives meaning,

a sense of purpose.

Oh. Well...

And, uh, this continuity,

does it only run one way,
backwards to the past?

I suppose it is a factor
in the human desire to procreate.

Oh. So you believe
that having children

gives humans a sense of immortality,
do you?

It is a reasonable explanation
to your query, sir.

And to yours as well, data.

Lore.

Looks like we have
ourselves a family reunion.

Open.

I implore you, do not reactivate him.

Soong:
Don't be ridiculous, data.

Lore is far from the maniacal Android
you have made him out to be.

In any case, he'll obey me.

He always did.

But he admitted to an alliance
with the crystal entity.

To gain its favor,
he betrayed the colonists

and would have betrayed
the enterprise as well, had I not...

Shh.

One more.

Shh-shh-shh.

So you're still alive.

I'm surprised you woke me.

Why didn't you just take me
apart again and be done with it?

That is why the two of you
captured me, isn't it?

Soong:
Data had nothing to do with this, lore.

And nobody captured you.

Not exactly, that is.

You see, both of your brains
contain a simple homing device.

Data's was activated purposefully.

Yours...

Uh, well, until you walked
through that door,

I had no idea
you'd ever been reassembled.

No thanks to you.

But thanks to you, dear brother,

I spent nearly two years
drifting in space.

If it hadn't been
for a fortunate encounter

with a pakled trade ship,
I'd still be out there.

I had no alternative. You would
have destroyed the enterprise.

Well, since I seem to be
an uninvited guest at your little party,

I'll leave you with your beloved son
and be on my way.

Soong: Lore, wait.
There are questions I can answer.

You'll have no chance
to ask them later.

You see, I'm dying.

Yeah, I'm dying.

Dying from what, sir?

Lore: Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.
What do you mean you're dying?

You look fine.

You're not that old. You look fine.

What is this? Some kind of a trick?

I wish it were.

We have control of sensors,

life support and auxiliary power,
captain.

- Nothing more.
- The code, Mr. La forge?

We can't even locate the file address.

That would tell us how many digits
we're talking about.

Not that it would really help much.

- I want something that will really help.
- Crusher: And quickly too.

Willie potts has 24 hours, 36 tops.

If it goes much longer than that,
the only thing left for starbase 416

will be to do a postmortem.

Geordi, if the computer's programmed
to allow data to transport down,

it would figure that
it'd allow him to beam back up.

- Right?
- It would figure.

Data would have left a trace imprint
when he beamed down?

Sure, everybody does.

So, what would be involved
in pulling that trace

and finding a way to make the
computer think someone else is data?

Maybe a few someone elses?

We'd have to access
the transport controller,

reset it to a testing mode.

Convince it that it's still back in school
accepting simulated inputs.

Not gonna be easy
without the main computer.

But I suppose we could network
a few tricorders together.

- Try, Mr. La forge.
- Yes, sir.

You did what you had to do?

What kind of answer is that?

The only one I can give you.

You were not functioning properly.

Lore told me the colonists envied him

because you made him
so completely human.

I wouldn't exactly have used
the word envious, data.

You disassembled me.
You took me apart.

Lore also told me that the colonists
petitioned you to replace him

with a less perfect Android.

The last thing you should think
of yourself as, data, is less perfect.

The two of you are virtually identical,
except for a bit of programming.

It was a lie.

Another lie.

I would have proven myself
worthy to you

if you'd just given me a chance.

But it was easierjust to turn your back
and build your precious data.

You were the first.

You meant as much to me
as data ever did.

But you were unstable.

The colonists were not envious of you,
they were afraid of you.

- You were unstable.
- I am not less perfect than lore.

Why didn't you just fix me?

It was within your power to fix me.

It wasn't as easy as that.

The next logical step
was to construct data.

Afterward, I planned to get back
to you, to fix you.

Heh. Next logical step?

I am not less perfect than lore.

I am not less perfect than lore.

Enough. Both of you, sit down.

For all these years,
I've been plagued by what went wrong.

With all of your complexities, lore.
Your nuances.

Basic emotion seemed
almost simple by comparison.

But the emotion turned and twisted,

became entangled with ambition.

Lore, if I had known you
were no longer sitting in pieces

on some distant shelf...

If I had known that I could simply
press a button and bring you here,

I would have spent those years trying
to make things right for you as well.

But all I knew of was data.

So I worked long and hard.

And now, I believe I've succeeded.

This is why I brought you here, data.

Basic emotions.

Simple feelings, data.

Your feelings.

I've imagined how hard
it's been for you,

living amongst beings
so moved by emotion.

I don't have to imagine.

I know how hard it's been.

You'd be surprised, data.

Feelings do funny things.

You may even learn to understand
your evil brother.

To forgive him.

We will be more alike, data, you and I.

You'll see.

I'm happy for you.

- I question your sincerity, lore.
- Oh.

Perhaps with this,
you'll learn to be more trusting, data.

Your brother has had good reason
to be bitter.

But, sir, lore was responsible for...

He wasn't given the chance
that you and I were given.

To live.

But now, I'm sure he understands
why I did what I had to do.

If there were only time, lore.
What a shame.

The procedure is quite simple.

Hmm. I'm tired. I need to rest first.

I'm tired.

Picard:
They're sure this is going to work?

Nobody knows the transporters
better than o'brien and la forge.

They've managed more than a sleight
of hand with our authorization codes.

They can insert them
into the recall loop?

The computer should think
all three of us are data.

I just hope we don't all beam back
looking like data.

O'brien: Whenever you say, sir.

Bring him home, number one.
Energize.

Soong: Data?

The sons of the prophet
were Valiant and bold

and quite unaccustomed to fear

but of all the most reckless
or so I am told

Was Abdul abulbul Amir

- how do you feel?
- I've always loved that ditty.

I could never quite get
the Cadence right.

Thank you, father.

You called me father.

Well, what would you prefer
I called you? Often wrong?

What did lore tell you about that?

That is what the colonists called you,
isn't it?

Often wrong soong.

It's a very sloppy rhyme.

Wrong soong. Wrong soong.

It just doesn't work. Let's see.

Soong:
Data, how are you feeling?

Often wrong's got a broken heart

can't even tell his boys apart

lore.

Well, well, well. You're not as feeble
as I thought you were.

This won't work. Those circuits,
they weren't designed for you.

- Where's data?
- Where's data?

You didn't fill data with substandard
parts, did you, old man?

No, that honor was bestowed
upon me.

You owe me, old man.

Not him, me.

It wasn't meant for you.
You're not listening to me.

It must be removed.

Nice try, often wrong.

Nice try.

I don't know exactly what it's doing,
but its doing something.

I didn't know you were alive. If I had...

There were brave men aplenty

all well known to fame

who served in the ranks of the czar

The human is here.

And data?

No way of knowing.

Set them on stun.

La forge: Down here.

It's all right, take it easy.

This is Dr. Noonian soong.

That's impossible. Soong's dead.

No, I'm telling you. Look at this stuff.
It's soong all right.

Here. Let me.

Would you mind telling me
what's going on here?

- He surprised me.
- Commander.

What has happened here?

Doctor. Dr. Soong.

So alike.

He's so...

I couldn't tell you apart.

There was only one chip.

I tried to tell him but...

I couldn't...

I wanted... I couldn't build another one.

Riker: Tried to tell who?

- Damn it, data, what's going on?
- Lore, sir.

He was inadvertently summoned here
by the same signal

which activated my homing circuitry.

It seems that after nearly two years

in interstellar space, he was...

Mr. Data, there's a very sick boy
on the enterprise

who's not getting any better.

We're dead in the water
until you get us out of here.

It's all right.

Access your third nested memory file

and execute instruction

five-one-five-five.

That will clear your memory block.

I was unaware of having caused
any inconvenience, sir.

We'll discuss it later, Mr. Data.

Doctor, you're coming with us too.
You need to get to sickbay.

Young man,
I've lived here a long time.

I have no plans to die anywhere else.

But, sir,
our medical facility may be able to...

Go, go, go, data, go.
Go with your friends.

May I say goodbye to Dr. Soong, sir?

Alone, sir.

Everybody dies, data.

Well, almost everybody.

Do you believe that we are,
in some way, alike, sir?

In many ways, I'd like to believe.

Then it is all right for you to die,

because I will remain alive.

You know that
I cannot grieve for you, sir.

You will.

In your own way.

Goodbye. Goodbye, data.

Goodbye, father.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 44091.1.

We have been at starbase 416
for three days.

Young Willie potts is responding well
to treatment

and has been returned
to the enterprise.

The transfer went well?

He'll remain in quarantine
for another week or two,

but he's out of the woods.

Splendid.

Well, Mr. Data, I see your gift to them
is well received.

Yes, sir. The boys appear to have
reconciled their differences.

They're brothers, data.

Brothers forgive.