All language subtitles for Star Trek The Next Generation S04E14

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 44502.7.

Early completion
of our mission at harrakis v

has allowed me to Grant extra
personal time for many of the crew.

This has come as something
of a relief

since our recent tight scheduling

has prevented the pursuit
of the leisure activities

that are a normal part
of life aboard the enterprise.

I expect our journey past
the ngame nebula to be uneventful.

And I'm personally using the time
to fulfill a promise to a colleague.

Dixon hill around?

He's occupied
at the present moment.

Tell him Gloria's here.

Can't do that.
He doesn't wanna be disturbed.

Tell him it's Gloria from...

Cleveland.

Doesn't matter
if you're from the moon, hon.

Mr. Hill is incommuni...

Incommunica... ca...

- Cado.
- That's it.

Sorry, hon.

Look, hon.

Just tell him Gloria's here.

Look, when the boss
doesn't wanna be disturbed,

the boss
doesn't wanna be disturbed.

Don't take it personal like.

I have an appointment with Mr. Hill

So I had a little trouble
getting into the dress.

It took me a little while
to figure out just exactly

what I was supposed to do
with these. Hmm.

Sorry, dix.
There's a lady here to see you.

- Says her name is...
- Gloria.

- Gloria.
- From Cleveland.

From Cleveland.

Okay.

He never heard of you.

- He's never heard of me?
- That's right.

Oh, wait,
I don't think you understand, you see.

This was all set up in advance,
you see.

I'm supposed to be Gloria
from Cleveland

and I was supposed to be
on holodeck number 4 at 2:00

and you don't have any idea
what I'm talking about, do you?

Not to worry.

Hey, you can't go in there.

Gunman:
Get inside. Close the door.

Who's the doll?

She's, uh...

The doll's my cousin.

Gloria from Cleveland.

I'm sorry about this, Gloria.

I didn't actually mean you
to get involved.

She knows
nothing about this, Johnny.

What does that...?
What does that mean?

- Oh, oh, I see.
- Yeah, right.

What do I look like, a jamoke?

You ain't nobody's cousin
and you ain't here on a visit.

Now, what do you know
about my money?

- Your money?
- The money he stole!

You stole his money?

Don't listen to him, Gloria.
He's lying.

Oh. Oh! Oh, Johnny.

Johnny, talk to me, Johnny.
I'm a great listener.

I'm finished with talking, sweetheart.

And I'm gonna get some action
or else...

And this is what you do for fun?

It's a mystery.

Who killed him?

Where is the money
he was talking about? It's...

It's a mystery.

Now we have to go search for clues.

Ah. And that's fun?

That's fun.

Forty-eight packard with whitewalls.

Madeline:
Dixon hill private investigations.

Damn it,
I didn't get the license plate.

Madeline: Captain picard?

Sorry, there's no
captain picard here.

Maybe you should try down
at the docks.

There are ships
coming out of there every day.

It's all right, Madeline.
I'll take it in here.

Yes, what is it?

Data: Captain,
lieutenant commander data here.

Please excuse
the unusual interruption,

but under the circumstances,

I thought
that patching communications

through the holodeck program
would be less obtrusive.

I appreciate your concern,
commander data.

What can I do for you?

Data: Long-range sensors
detect a t-tauri type star

within a pocket of the ngame cloud.

- There's nothing unusual about that.
- No, sir.

However, the star's single planet
falls within the m-class range.

It is capable of supporting life.

Now that is unusual.

Highly, sir.

Well, thank you, Mr. Data.

Procedure requires
that we investigate.

Recall the bridge crew
and set in a course.

Aye, sir.

I'm sorry, Gloria,

but there is a 24th century mystery
I have to investigate.

You are very welcome to carry on,
if you like.

I've had enough fun for today.

Entering the t—tauri system now,
captain.

Sensors indicate an energy fluctuation
directly in our path.

Source unknown.

Worf: Still picking up energy
distortions but fading.

It seems to be gone.

- Wormhole?
- Very likely.

Small
and extremely unstable wormholes

have been mapped
near 39 t-tauri systems

in the last 100 years alone, sir.

Captain, I suggest we move
to a safer location.

It could reappear at any moment.

Agreed, number one.

- Ensign, take us on a course to...
- Captain.

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.

Data: Captain?

Careful, captain.

The stun effect from the wormhole
was relatively severe.

Apparently so.

How long were we unconscious?

Approximately 30 seconds.

I have scanned the entire ship

and detected no life-threatening
injuries among the crew.

- You were not affected?
- No, sir.

My positronic system is immune
to the effect.

This is the third unstable wormhole
I have passed through

during my time with starfleet.

The first was aboard
the u. S. S. Trieste...

Thank you, Mr. Data.

Well, where the hell are we?

Point-five-four parsecs
from our original position.

Almost a day's travel in 30 seconds?

Sir, I should realign the ship's clock

with starbase 410's subspace signal
to adjust for the time distortion.

- Proceed.
- Yes, captain.

Crusher:
Captain, this is crusher in sickbay.

Go ahead, doctor.

I'm getting scattered reports
of minor injuries.

What's happened?

Picard: The enterprise just jumped
through a wormhole.

Apparently, we were all unconscious
for about 30 seconds.

Is everybody all right there?

There's little or no damage
on the bridge, doctor.

Acknowledged. Crusher out.

Ship's status?

Reports coming in now.
Nothing serious so far.

La forge:
La forge here, captain.

I've checked impulse engines
and warp drive, sir.

They appear to be unaffected.

Shields and weapons systems
are fully functional.

Picard:
Counselor, you all right?

I'm feeling a bit unfocused.

It'll pass.

Well, not too bad,
all things considered.

We're lucky we didn't end up
halfway across the galaxy

and into the middle of next week.

That was never actually a possibility.

The wormhole's small size
and relatively short period

would make this
a local phenomenon.

There's still the anomalous
m-class planet

we were going to investigate.

Do we go back?

The unpredictability of the wormhole

would make an investigation
a hazardous one.

A probe launched
from our current position

would be more advisable.

Make it so.

Nothing broken, chief.

But those ligaments around the elbow
have been twisted pretty severely.

What on earth were you doing
when you fell?

Hanging a plant for Keiko.

It's part of her running project
to give me a green thumb.

How's it working?

Everything I touch
seems to turn brown and wither away.

Alyssa, would you get me...?

Oh, never mind, I'll get it.

You, don't go away.

This is impossible.

Alyssa.

Alyssa: Yes, doctor?

Did you see anyone
near the lab today?

No, I didn't.

You didn't by chance
adjust the environments

on the incubation containers?

I would never touch
one of your experiments

unless you asked me to, doctor.

Of course not. I'm sorry, Alyssa.

Thank you.

Probe approaching
the t-tauri system, captain.

Readings, data?

Coming in now, sir.

The probe is within visual range
of the planet.

On-screen.

Data: Sensors indicate
a hydrogen-helium composition

- with a frozen helium core.
Riker: Wait a minute.

Didn't your readings indicate
a class-m planet

before we passed
through the wormhole, data?

It is possible that the sensors
were affected by interference

from the wormhole, commander.

It is clearly not a class-m planet.

Mr. Data, run a full diagnostic
to make sure that the wormhole

didn't permanently damage
the sensors.

Aye, sir.

- Ensign, take us back on a course...
- Captain.

Problem, number one?

It seems awfully strange
that a malfunctioning sensor

would give such a specific misreading
of a planet.

I would have thought
that a time-space disturbance

would have caused
a lot more confusion than that.

It is conceivable
that the sensors picked up

the after-image of an actual planet
on the other side of the wormhole.

We could survey the nearby stars
for such a planet.

It would require
approximately six days, sir.

No, no, we don't have time for that.

We've encountered
a minor mystery,

one that has been solved
to my satisfaction.

Number one,
unless there's a major objection,

then ensign mcknight should
put us back on course for Evadne iv.

- No objection.
- Ensign.

Mcknight: Aye, sir.

Picard: Come.

I have something
of a minor mystery on my hands.

Picard: A minor mystery?

That seems to be
a recurring phrase these days.

Diomedian Scarlet moss.

I didn't know
you were an ethnobotanist.

- It's a hobby.
- You've got a good crop here.

As I recall, it's not easy to cultivate.

That's just it.

I started these spores right before
we were all knocked unconscious

by the wormhole.

You said we were unconscious
for 30 seconds?

Correct.

Then why do these
show a full day's growth?

Perhaps you've got some sort
of fast-growth strain here.

Each of these incubators
was set with spores

from completely different sources
in the diomedian system.

I have a dozen more in the lab.

Perhaps something extraordinary
happened to one of them,

but not to all of them.

Doctor, we were not unconscious
for a whole day.

Everything on board indicates
that we were out for 30 seconds.

The ship's chronometer,
the computer.

Everything, doctor.
Including commander data.

Jean-Luc,

I'm telling you,

this is over 24 hours of growth.

Picard:
Captain's log, supplemental.

Commander data
continues to maintain

that we were unconscious
for only 30 seconds

despite doctor crusher's evidence
to the contrary.

Captain, I have a hypothesis.

The 22nd century physicist
pell underhill

conjectured that a major disruption
in time continuity

could be compensated for
by trillions of counter reactions.

That effect may have allowed
Dr. Crusher's moss

to arrive at the other side
of the wormhole

with the unanticipated growth.

- Underhill was talking about energy.
- Data: True.

Nevertheless, it is possible

that the phenomenon
could occur in matter

at higher levels of organization
given the proper conditions.

Thank you, data.

Intriguing hypothesis.

Well, perhaps we've got a tempest
in a test tube after all.

I promised Mr. Nelson

that you would assist him
with the sensor diagnostic.

You'll find him hard at work
on deck 36.

As you wish, captain.

Do you believe him?

I want a frank answer, commander.

Not for a second.

I'm amazed he even proposed it.

What are you suggesting, captain?

I'm not sure, Mr. Worf.

I have never known data to tell a lie.

And yet...

If we never went through
that wormhole,

then what happened to us
during that day?

If we were out for a whole day,
why didn't our beards grow?

Whatever it was, it seems

it was something
data didn't wanna tell us about.

It could be that whatever caused
this situation also affected data.

And it could be
that he's telling the truth.

That this is all
just a minor mystery.

I could always check
the computer's chronometer,

see if there's any evidence
of tampering.

A transporter trace analysis
might give us another indication

of how much time
has actually passed.

Doctor, commander, make it so.

Meanwhile, we will maintain
our present course.

If there is something wrong
with data,

we don't want him to be aware
of our suspicions.

Gentlemen, how goes the battle?

Long-range and infrared sensors
apparently suffered no ill effects

as a result of the wormhole.

We are presently checking neutrino
and heavy particle detectors.

I'll take over now, data.

The captain wants you back
on the bridge.

See you later in ten-forward?

Nelson, I need your help
with the computer.

- Hello, chief. How's the elbow?
- Much better, thanks.

This isn't a house call, is it?

No, it's not.

Tell me,

do you remember
the last person to use the transporter

before we went through
the wormhole?

Oh, let me check.

Ensign locklin.
She's one of my technicians.

Tell her to report to sickbay
immediately.

Crusher:
Electrolyte concentration.

Twelve-point-five deviation
from previous.

Interesting.

Check the cellular membranes.

I'm willing to bet
that the inner turgor pressure is off

by almost the same amount.

Eleven-point-three deviation
from the norm.

Terrific.
That's what I wanted to hear.

Thank you, ensign locklin.
That'll be all for now.

Crusher to captain picard.

- Picard: What is it, doctor?
- I need to see you immediately.

I'm on my way to engineering.
Join me.

Physiologically,
each of us is on a daily cycle.

Our cells have developed rhythms
based on a 24-hour period.

- Internal clock.
- Exactly.

And I can measure that effect
at the molecular level.

I took a trace from the last person
to use the transporter

before the incident

and compared her cell function levels
at that time to what they are right now.

If we were unconscious
for only 30 seconds,

those cycles
should be nearly synchronous.

And were they?

We were out for longer
than 30 seconds, captain.

A lot longer.

I've got some good news
and some bad news.

Good news is we were right
about the computer's chronometer.

There's a security program
to prevent tampering,

but it looks now like it was disabled
and a new program put in its place.

Someone has reset the clock.

If that's the good news,
what's the bad news?

That data and I are the only ones
aboard this ship capable of doing it.

It is a mystery, captain.

That is an understatement, data.

Is it possible that someone

or something could have affected you
without your knowing?

I am unable
to answer that question, sir.

Data, would you consent
to being examined

by commander la forge?

As you wish, captain.

Will you escort commander data
to engineering?

I know the way, sir.

Picard:
Captain's log, supplemental.

It has become clear
that everyone aboard the enterprise

has lost an entire day.

As the mystery
of what actually occurred

during those missing hours
continues to deepen,

so do my doubts
about commander data.

We'll start with the higher functions
before we get down to basics, okay?

All right.

Now, this won't hurt a bit.

Have you forgotten, geordi,
that my sensory inputs

are not programmed
to experience pain?

Figure of speech, data.

Bedside manner. I'm just trying
to make you feel comfortable.

I am perfectly comfortable.

Pattern recognition,
syntactic algorithms,

heuristic functions, all normal.

I have noticed, however,

you appear
a bit uncomfortable yourself.

Well, it just seems like you're not being
completely honest with us, data.

I'm your friend.

If there's something wrong,
I want you to tell me.

Maybe I can help.

I cannot tell you anything
beyond what I have already stated.

Okay.

- Excuse us, counselor?
- Troi: Mm-hm.

- Captain, I've finished examining data.
- And?

Nothing's wrong with the technology
that I can see.

He's in perfect condition.

I was almost hoping
that you'd find a problem.

Well, he still could be malfunctioning
beyond my ability to detect it.

This entire mystery started
when our sensors detected that planet.

First it was class-m, now it isn't.

Our sensors were malfunctioning,

but our probe clearly established
the planet could not support life.

Data launched that probe.

If he rigged it, could you prove it?

I could try.

What happened to us
during that missing day?

Surely there must be some clues.

Each of us should try and think
of what we were doing

just before we blacked out.
Re-enact it if you have to...

Counselor?

- Picard: Deanna, are you all right?
- Just a moment.

- Yes, I'm fine.
- What happened?

I suddenly became dizzy.

I think I'd better go to my quarters.

Perhaps the sickbay
would be a better idea.

No. No, really, I'm all right.

Will you see the counselor
to her quarters?

Aye, sir.

Thank you for coming with me,
Mr. Worf.

You are certain you are well?

I just need some rest. Thanks.

Deanna.

Security, override the lock
on counselor troi's quarters. Now!

What's wrong?

The mirror.

I came in here,
I looked into the mirror.

It wasn't me, worf.

It wasn't me!

It was my face
but it wasn't me inside.

- Is she all right?
- I feel fine now.

Signs of stress,

adrenaline by-products
higher than baseline.

But that's a normal reaction
after sudden fright.

All brain functions check out okay.

What happened, Deanna?

It wasn't what I saw,
it was more what I felt.

I looked into the mirror

and it seemed a stranger
was staring back at me

from behind my own eyes.

As if my face was a mask.

La forge:
La forge to captain picard.

- Picard: Go ahead, geordi.
- I found something, sir.

I'm on my way.

Crusher: Lieutenant worf.

Doctor.

Can I help you?

- Perhaps not.
- Worf.

You came in here for something.

A warrior does not complain
about physical discomfort.

But the captain ordered us
to report anything out of the ordinary.

Are you in pain?

How did this happen?

Do you recognize this planet, data?

Yes, sir. It is the planet our probes
detected in the t-tauri system.

La forge: No, it's not.

Actually, it's tethys III.

I retrieved this image
from the ship's library.

Its geophysical features
have been slightly altered,

but it's definitely tethys III.

Strange that an obscure planet
hundreds of light years from here

should be picked up by the probe.

Data, did you take this image
from the ship's library

and program the probe
to send it back to us?

I cannot verify that hypothesis.

But you don't deny it.

No, sir.

Mr. La forge,

will you send another probe
to the t-tauri system?

Yes, sir.

I'm sorry, data.

Counselor troi has just had
a very disturbing hallucination.

- Is she all right, sir?
- For the moment.

Can you tell me if Deanna's incident
is related in any way

to this missing time period?

No, sir, I cannot.

Data, you are the key
to this entire mystery.

And you have done nothing
but block my every attempt to solve it.

Why are you fighting me?

It is not by choice.

What do you mean by that?

Icannotsay.

Would you rather endanger Deanna,
a friend and colleague,

than tell me what is going on?

Which would you place first?

The welfare of a single individual
or that of the entire crew?

Are you saying that by not cooperating
you are actually protecting us?

I am not saying that at all.

I merely state
a possible alternative explanation.

Then, Mr. Data,
I'm going to ask you again.

And I order you
to directly answer me.

What really happened to us?

I cannot answer that.

What would you have me do, data?

How would you handle this
if our positions were reversed?

I am apparently guilty
of falsifying the enterprise's records.

Of interfering with an investigation.

Of disobeying a direct order
from my commanding officer.

Your duty seems clear, sir.

Do you know
what a court martial would mean?

Your career in starfleet
would be finished.

I realize that, sir.

Do you also realize

that you would most likely
be stripped down to your wires

to find out
what the hell has gone wrong?

Yes, sir. I do.

Crusher:
This wrist has been broken.

Broken and reset and treated

with one of our own
subcutaneous bone fusion units.

- During the missing day?
- That's the only possibility.

Are you suggesting
he was conscious?

I'm suggesting
that maybe we all were.

I certainly didn't repair a broken wrist
while I was unconscious.

Picard: Our memories of that day?
Crusher: Blocked.

- Possibly erased.
- By whom?

There are
very few individuals on board

who could have broken my wrist.

Commander data
is one of those individuals.

I can't accept that explanation.

Well, he does possess
the speed and the strength.

But I'm beginning to suspect

that commander data
is refusing to cooperate

because he believes that he's acting
in the best interest of the enterprise.

La forge:
La forge to captain picard.

Go ahead, geordi.

Our probe
is approaching the planet, sir.

Acknowledged. Maybe now
we'll get some answers.

- What do you have, Mr. La forge?
- Visuals available now, captain.

M-class. Nickel-iron core,
nitrogen-oxygen atmosphere.

Same planet our sensors picked up
before the so-called wormhole.

Affirmative.

No indication of any space-time
distortion whatsoever.

The probe should at least be detecting
some residual effect

even if the wormhole is inactive.

That's because there is no wormhole.

There never was. Riker: Sir?

It was a ruse,
designed to throw us off the track.

Look at the clues.

Dr. Crusher's incubation experiment,
computer clock, transporter trace.

All indicate the existence
of a missing day.

Lieutenant worf's broken wrist
would seem to suggest

that we were awake
and aware for that day.

Possibly in a struggle for our lives.

The fact that we're still alive
suggests we might have won.

Picard: Not necessarily, doctor.

Data's behavior would seem to suggest
that we did not.

Why else would he be willing
to sacrifice his career

rather than tell the truth?

But if we didn't win
and we didn't lose...?

Then the only alternative
would be a stalemate.

Maybe a compromise was reached.

A compromise that forced data
into this silence.

Then maybe by uncovering all this,

we run the risk
of upsetting the stalemate.

Maybe we should leave
well enough alone.

Possibly, number one.
I'd be prepared to live with the mystery.

But data's role in this
must be ascertained

or he'll never be trusted
with starfleet duty again.

Ensign, take us back to the scene
of the crime, the t-tauri system.

Warp two.

Within sensor range, captain.

Drop to impulse, ensign.

Mr. Worf, maximum shields,
ready all weapons.

Shields up.

Photon torpedoes armed,
phasers standing by.

Captain, an energy field has appeared
between our position and the planet.

On-screen.

Hold position. Let's see what it does.

The field has emitted an energy pulse
approaching the enterprise.

Too slow to be a photon torpedo.

It might be a probe.

Let's see what happens
when it hits the shields.

Shields undamaged.

The energy pulse has dispersed.

Counselor troi, what is it?

The plan has failed.

You have returned.

Your ship is again in our space.

I was unable to prevent it.

Nevertheless, you are here.

The enterprise
is not a threat to you.

Give me more time.
Our destruction would only...

Data, captain wanted me
to bring you to the bridge.

- Counselor.
- Data: One moment, if you would.

Do nothing.

It may yet be possible
to salvage the situation.

Reporting as ordered, captain.

Well, data, as you can see,
we're back where it all started.

Data:
We must leave immediately, sir.

Why?

Any further delay
would put us all at grave risk.

Why?

What is the source of that risk?

The energy field?

Icannotsay.

Data, you sound as if you're stuck
in a feedback loop.

You certainly can say.

You have free will,
you have a choice.

My silence is not by choice, sir.

Not by choice?

Are you somehow controlled
by that force?

Did geordi miss something
when he examined you?

Geordi's examination
was exemplary.

Then why are you compelled
to disobey my orders? How...?

During the missing day,

were you contacted by starfleet?

Did they order
you to conceal the truth from us?

I cannot answer that.

We must leave, sir.

This ship isn't going anywhere.

Not until I get an answer.

Now who gave you that order?

You did, sir.

I ordered you to lie?

Captain, the energy field
is approaching.

Maintain shields at full intensity.

No. We must vary shield shape
and strength as rapidly as possible.

Maximum shields
will only speed the ship's takeover.

Contact imminent.

- Do as data says. At once.
- Aye, sir.

The field is shifting amplitude,
trying to match our shields.

The energy field will eventually
penetrate our shields, sir.

There is no way to counter
the paxans' technology.

We can delay their takeover,
but we cannot prevent it.

The paxans? Who are they?

You have invaded our system.

No, worf.

You will only harm
counselor troi's body.

Picard: We are not invaders.

We are explorers.

Your knowledge of us
is unacceptable.

They are xenophobes, sir.
Isolationists.

The paxans terraformed
a protoplanet in this system

in order to better conceal
their whereabouts.

The apparent wormhole
we experienced

is actually a trap
to keep out invaders.

The energy field stuns everyone
on board the invading vessel

and then places them
in a state of biochemical stasis.

That explains
why our beards didn't grow.

The paxans then take the ship
out of their territory.

Crew wakes up and thinks
they've been through a wormhole,

they count their blessings
and keep going?

Precisely.

What went wrong this time?

My positronic brain is a technology
unknown to the paxans.

Our stun field had no effect on him.

He remained conscious
while we tried to take over the ship.

When I realized
the crew was incapacitated,

I initiated emergency procedures.

Data: Computer, engage
emergency plan zed zed Alpha.

Computer: Automatic defense
procedures initiated.

Energy field strength increasing.

Warning.
Shield penetration 17 percent.

Computer, begin random fluctuation
of shield frequency and modulation.

Executed.

Data: With the enterprise
temporarily protected,

I revived the crew.

Computer, release compound adth
into the airflow system.

- Five parts per million.
- Acknowledged.

Initiating compound release now.

Status, data?

The energy field is attempting to match
the shield frequency, sir.

Picard: Options, Mr. Worf?

I do not recommend weapons
at this range, captain.

- Can we go to warp?
- Negative, sir.

The field is also acting
as a tractor beam.

Computer: Warning.
Shields have been penetrated.

All systems are frozen, captain.

Data: The paxans can manipulate
energy structures on many levels.

They took control
of counselor troi's body

to communicate with us.

Captain!

Aah. Oof! Oh!

Picard: No. Stop, everyone.

Who are you?

You are aware of our existence.

Our attempt to place you
in biochemical stasis has failed.

We have no choice
but to destroy this ship.

If you destroy this ship,
then others will come in search of us.

You may not be able
to stop them all.

Knowledge of your civilization
will be spread across half the galaxy.

Allow us safe passage

and I will protect your right to privacy
to the best of my ability.

We will never tell anyone
of your existence.

There are over 1000 life forms
on this vessel.

How could you assure their silence?

This biochemical stasis.

Does it suppress
synaptic functions?

It does.

Then, you have the capability
of affecting memory.

Can you erase the short-term memory
of everyone on this ship?

Remove all knowledge of this event?

Allow us to proceed
as if it had never happened?

It would take time.

One of your days.

He is immune to our influence.

Data, I'm going to give you
a most unusual order.

I'm not sure that you will be able
to integrate it into your program.

As a starfleet officer, I am required
to follow all of your orders, captain.

Because our survival depends on it.

I am ordering you never to reveal
what has happened here today.

Not to starfleet, not to myself.

You will conceal your knowledge
of the paxans for as long as you exist.

Do you fully understand, data?

Completely, sir.

Satisfactory?

Now, our task is to eliminate
from the ship's records any information

that might lead to knowledge
of this incident.

Let's get to work.

We proceeded to erase all evidence
of our encounter with the paxans.

I reset the computer's chronometer,

and again the crew was stunned
into unconsciousness.

Their short-term memories erased.

When they were revived a day later,

computer adjustments made it appear
that only 30 seconds had passed.

And here we are.

- Here we are again.
- Troi: Your plan has failed.

This ship must be destroyed.

No, wait!

The plan failed

because clues were left behind
that suggested a mystery.

And to many humans,
a mystery is irresistible.

It must be solved.

The doctor's incubation experiment,
worf's wrist, troi's hallucinations.

Little pieces of evidence
that suggested even more clues.

The clock, the transporter trace,
data's odd behavior.

If we eliminate the clues
and begin again...

Again? Picard: Yes.

Consider the first time
a run-through.

A rehearsal
to shake out the flaws.

The second time will succeed
if we leave no clues.

You are a most unusual species.

Worthy of a second chance.

Proceed.

Deanna?

Picard: Welcome back, counselor.

Geordi, data, reconfigure
the computer and the records.

Number one, I want you to oversee
the rest of the ship.

And this time,

let's get it right.

What happened, data?

The effect from the wormhole
was rather intense, sir.

So it would seem.

Data: Everyone but myself
was rendered unconscious.

My positronic system
is immune to the effect.

How long were we out?

- Thirty seconds, sir.
- Riker: Current position?

Point-five-four parsecs
from our previous position.

Bearing 285 Mark 147.

- It could be worse.
- Yes, sir.

The wormhole appears
to have been a local phenomenon.

Crusher: Crusher to bridge.
What happened, captain?

The enterprise
went through a wormhole, doctor.

It seems the entire crew
was unconscious

for approximately 30 seconds.

Is anyone on the bridge hurt?

Apparently not.

I 'i/ start checking the other decks.
Crusher out.

Status reports?

Shields and weapons systems,
unaffected.

- No damage in engineering.
- Counselor?

There's a
general feeling of disorientation on board

but nothing serious
as far as I can tell.

Very well.

There's still that anomalous
class-m planet

we were going to investigate.

- Re-plot a course to take us back to...
- Sir.

It is likely the anomalous readings

were the result
of the wormhole's effect.

It was extremely unstable.

I would recommend
against returning.

It might put the enterprise
at further risk.

- We could launch a probe.
- That would certainly be sufficient, sir.

Make it so.

And put out a hazard advisory
to starfleet.

- Ensign, set a course to Evadne iv.
- Aye, sir.

Engage.