All language subtitles for Star Trek The Next Generation S04E17

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 44631 .2.

We are proceeding through the rim
of an uncharted binary star system

where we may have located
the u.S.S. Brittain.

The missing science vessel
failed to arrive at its destination

and has not been heard from
since a distress call 29 days ago.

On-screen.

Magnify.

Riker:
That's the brittain, all right.

The ship is intact, sir.

- No indication of structural damage.
- Engines?

Data: All propulsion systems
are shut down.

The ship is drifting, sir.

- Life-form readings?
- Data: Inconclusive.

Counselor?

There is life on board, but...

What is it?

I don't know.

Something...

Number one, assemble your team.

Dr. Crusher, report
to transporter room 3. Worf.

- Data.
- Commander...

I need to come too.

There is no malfunction
in any of the main systems, sir.

Worf: Commander...

Here's another one.

This was done by a phaser,
on a setting of six or seven.

More over here.

The entire bridge crew.

Whoever did this
could still be on the ship.

Troi:
There is someone still alive.

But he didn't kill these people.

Here.

Crusher: I think he's betazoid.

Troi: It's all right.

We're going to help you.

Who did this? Who did this to you?

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.

Crusher: We've almost finished
the autopsies, captain.

How long will it take
to compile the data?

It's complicated.

The dead were found
all over the ship.

Some were found
locked in their rooms.

Barricaded, with weapons piled
all around them.

Others were found in the corridors

where they'd obviously had
hand-to-hand combat.

It's going to take some time
to analyze and sort through the details.

We've identified him as andrus hagan,
from betazed, scientific adviser.

He's in a profound catatonic state.

I'm not getting much, captain.

A few words, disconnected phrases.

I can feel his terror,
but I can't seem to get through to him.

Stay with him, counselor.

We're examining the brittain
for clues, but...

This is the only man left
who knows what happened there.

Troi: I'm here.

I'm right here.

Hagan: Out there.

Voices.

Troi: Voices.

What do they say?

Hagan: Both things. No, no.

Troi: Keep talking to me.

I'll try to understand.

All the engines check out perfectly,
commander.

Once we get them started,

the brittain can get back to starbase
under her own power.

Let's give it a try.

Pre-heating injectors.

Data, fuel flow?

Matter valves are open
and operating.

Magnetic containment
of antimatter pods is constant.

Okay, open injectors.

Injectors open.

There is no engine activity at all, sir.

What's wrong?

Nothing's wrong.

I don't understand it.

Come.

I've been studying
the autopsy reports.

The conclusion is appalling.

There was no outside source,
no alien presence.

All 34 of them appear
to have killed each other.

What could have caused
such an event?

Drugs?

A virus? Poison?

Toxicological tests showed no
unusual substances in their systems.

They all appear
to be in good health.

But for whatever reason,

they seemed
to turn against each other,

using phasers and knives
and bare hands.

I'd like you to see this, captain.

It's from the logs of the brittain.

Captain zaheva's mental condition
deteriorated steadily

once they had become stranded.

She began talking of plots
and mutinies.

This was the last entry in the log,

made after they'd been adrift
for over three weeks.

First officer brink
and his men were behind it.

They got to the engines.

They don't work anymore.

Had to eliminate brink.

The ship is out of...

Out of...

We 're running out.

Too dangerous...

And his men.

Man 1: Eyes, eyes. Man 2: Eyes.

Man 1: In the dark.

One moon.

Where are you?

I'm coming. Where are you?

Man 1: Eyes.

In the dark.

One moon.

Eyes in the dark.

One moon.

See the eyes in the dark.

- One moon.
- Where are you?

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 44635.8.

Four days have passed,

but we have made little progress
in solving the mystery of the brittain.

I have decided we should return
to starbase 220,

and to that end, commander la forge
is rigging the brittain for towing.

I'm gonna try recalibrating
the field generators.

I still don't see why we can't get
the engines started.

It just doesn't make any sense.

- Someone's still here.
- La forge: What did you say, ensign?

Can't you hear it?

There's someone still alive
on the ship.

I mean, I thought I heard something.

The ship was searched thoroughly.
There's nobody left on board.

Sorry, sir, my mistake.

Don't worry about it. There were
34 people found dead on this ship.

That's enough
to make anybody uneasy.

Thank you, sir.

Troi: I'm here.

Can you hear me?

Tell me about the voices you hear.

Hagan: Bright.

Bright out there.

Troi: I don't understand.

Bright what?

Tell me more.

Boy, what a day this was.

I'm doing an isozyme study
on some populations of cardilia,

but they're turning out to have
these really weird polymorphisms.

Is that why you're late?

Oh, no, I had a conference
with Dr. Balthus.

She wants to do a study on the iaticifer
ontogeny of the kaladian Thorn flower.

But I don't have time
to oversee another project.

- Was Tom Corbin there?
- What?

Tom Corbin, from the science lab.

Remember him?

Of course I remember him...

Use any excuse you can
to pay him a visit.

Miles, what are you saying?

I think you know exactly
what I'm saying.

If I didn't know better,
I'd say you were jealous.

You take me for a fool?

Hello, chief.

Having coffee?

No, I'm drinking too much coffee.

A surprise
to see you here at this hour.

Yeah? Why is that?

Not out of the honeymoon yet.

Usually newlyweds can't keep
their hands off each other.

She has work to do.

Well, she heads up
the plant biology lab, you know?

Any strange things
going on down there?

Like what?

I've been hearing things.

Kenicki, in engineering,
told me he saw a man

in an old starfleet uniform
riding the lift near the engine core.

When the lift got to the top,
there was no one on it.

- Ghost stories.
- There's more. There's lots more.

There are strange things
happening on this ship, o'brien.

I'm surprised at you, Gillespie.

A starfleet officer?

I have more things to worry
about than shades and spirits.

Come.

Come.

Yes?

Come.

What...?

Captain, do you have a moment?

We're concerned.

We're afraid whatever happened
on the brittain may be starting here.

Explain.

Well, Beverly and I
have been getting unusual reports.

People behaving strangely, others
hearing sounds that aren't there.

What are you talking about?
Hallucinations?

In some cases.
In others, just erratic behavior.

We can't track down any element
that might be responsible.

But everything started
when we found the brittain.

Crusher:

Captain, we have to get
the enterprise away from here.

Before it gets any worse.

We're preparing
to take the brittain in tow.

We'll be on our way within the hour.

Ensign, maneuver us
into tractor beam range.

Aye, sir.

Is there a problem, ensign?

I can't seem to remember
how to enter the coordinates, sir.

Ensign lin?

Ready now, captain.

Report to sickbay, ensign rager.

Ready the tractor beam, Mr. Worf.

Captain, thrusters are losing power.

Impulse engines.
Ahead minimum power.

Impulse engines
are not responding, sir.

Geordi, what's going on
down there?

La forge: I don't
know, sir. Nothing's responding.

Go to warp engines.
Factor one. Engage.

La forge: Captain,

we don't have warp drive either.

We have no functional
propulsion systems?

No, sir. Apparently we do not.

- We're adrift.
- Just like the brittain.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 44639.9.

The enterprise has now been adrift
for a total of ten days.

We have sent
subspace distress calls,

but because of our distant location,

we cannot expect a response
for at least another two weeks.

After analyzing the sensor logs
of the brittain and the enterprise,

as well as the data
from the last series of probes,

I conclude
that we have become trapped

in a massive rupture in space
into which energy is absorbed.

- You mean, a tyken's rift?
- A what?

A rare anomaly
named after bela tyken,

a melthusian captain
who first encountered it.

Tyken's rift.

That would explain
why we don't have engine power.

The ship's energy is being drained
into the fissure before we can utilize it.

I was detained.

Data:
When tyken was trapped in the rift,

his analysis determined

that a massive energy release might
overload and dislocate the anomaly.

Fortunately, his cargo
included anicium and yurium,

which he used to detonate
the explosion.

He then escaped through
the ruptured center of the rift.

We aren't carrying anything that
could produce that kind of explosion.

Not even our photon torpedoes
would be enough.

Couldn't we replicate the elements
that tyken used?

No, sir.
We no longer have the power

to reproduce complex elements
in the replicator.

We must find a way to generate
a violent energy release

without using conventional means.

Data,

in tyken's experience, did the crew
exhibit behavioral changes?

No. There were no reports
of unusual conduct among the crew.

What about nightmares?

There were no records of sleep
disturbances of any kind, counselor.

Then what is it?

What's happening to us?

The only one who doesn't seem
affected by all this is data.

Budge.

Number one.

- How...?
- Sir?

Any hallucinations? Nightmares?

No. I'd be a liar
if I said I felt like myself.

I've had to bite my tongue
to keep from snapping at people.

A couple of times I've...

Gone to my quarters and felt
as if there was someone else in there.

Waiting for me.

I've had similar feelings.

With everyone succumbing,

it's even more important that one of us
attempt to keep control of his faculties.

I want you to turn in, take a nap.

I'll be on the bridge,
you can relieve me in four hours.

Yes, sir.

As you were.

Mr. Data, will you join me
in my ready room?

Data: Commander la forge
and I have come up

with a potential solution
to our predicament.

Perhaps the modifications
used to increase firepower

against the borg
would be effective here.

Channeling power to the main, um...

- Deflector dish.
- Yes, sir.

I believe that within six hours
we could generate

a concentrated burst of energy
which might disrupt the tyken's rift.

Very well. Proceed.

Yes, sir?

It appears that I am not

immune to the strange forces
that are at work on this ship.

Yes, sir.

It's a terrifying prospect
to lose control of one's mind.

When I was young,

I remember watching

my grandfather deteriorate
from a powerful, intelligent figure

to a... frail wisp of a man

who could barely make
his own way home.

Mr. Data, it is my responsibility,

somehow, to see that this ship
is guided to safety.

I will need to rely on you
from now on.

We may need to count on you
for our very survival.

I will do my best, sir.

I'd like to do more cross-sections
on the brain tissue of these bodies.

Set up the positron emission sensor
in sickbay,

and I'll decide
which ones I want to study.

Man: Yes, doctor.

Go away.

Crusher:
Captain, let me ask you this.

Since we located the brittain,

can you remember
any of your dreams?

- I hardly ever recall dreams.
- Crusher: Most people don't. Think,

have you even had a dream
in the last ten days?

- I don't recall.
- I'm willing to bet you haven't.

What's more, neither has anyone else
on board this ship.

Except for troi.

I began to realize that when she talked
about having nightmares.

I've, uh, done some additional
brain tissue scans on, uh, the bodies,

some of the bodies from the, urn...

- The...
- The brittain, doctor.

Right. I've also done some scans on
a random cross-section from our crew.

They both have the same results.

A unique chemical imbalance.

- Caused by?
- Crusher: Dream deprivation.

Every night when we...

We enter into sleep...

I believe what the doctor means

is that humans enter into
what is known as rem sleep.

Rapid eye movement.

It is the level of brain wave activity
at which one dreams.

We have to dream
in order to survive.

If we don't reach rem sleep,
we don't dream, we...

We begin to lose our cognitive abilities,
we find it hard to concentrate,

we forget how to do
the most ordinary task.

Then we become irritable, paranoid.

Some people
experience hallucinations.

You're describing
the situation on this ship.

But counselor troi
reported nightmares.

Maybe it's because she's betazoid,
I don't know why.

All I know is that there's more
going on here

than being caught in a tyken's rift.

And I don't know how or why
it's happening, but I do know this.

There is an inevitable conclusion
to this pattern.

And if I can't find a way to stop it,

we will all go insane.

Man: Eyes in the dark.

- Circles...
- Where are you?

Man: Eyes in the dark.

One moon, circles.

Troi: I'm still here.

I haven't gone anywhere.

Do you remember anything more?

Hagan: Double.

Troi: What does that mean?

Is something doubled?

Deanna, nothing's working.

I've tried somatic drugs,

I've tried inducing theta waves
in the entorhinal cortex.

No matter what I do,

no one can reach rem sleep,
no one can dream.

Except for you.

Except me.

And all I have is nightmares.

I can hardly sleep at all anymore.

In the end, I'll be like him.

Just like him.

Gillespie: Well, I think it's some kind
of experiment to see...

Captain picard is trying to see how
long we'll take it, stuck here like rats.

Oh, you couldn't be more wrong.

It's like we're laboratory animals.

I don't wanna sit here and wait
for death to sneak up behind me.

What's that supposed to mean?

You heard about them on the brittain,
shut in their rooms, dying alone.

- That's not for me.
- Woman: Not for me, either.

- I'd rather go out fighting.
- Man: I would too. What about the...?

Okay, all power's been channeled
to the, urn... the...

- The main deflector dish.
- Yes. Right, the deflector dish.

What do we do now?

Data to bridge.

- Mr. Worf, activate the deflector.
- Worf: Aye, sir.

Deflector power banks
approaching maximum.

Discharge in 15 seconds.

Data, this detonation better work.
We're not gonna last much longer.

Discharge in three seconds.

Two, one.

Nothing. Just fizzled out.

Captain, it appears the energy output
has been absorbed into the rift.

Picard: Data, can we try again?

No, sir. If we draw more power,
we risk losing life-support systems.

Picard: Understood.
Keep me apprised, commander.

Worf, no!

You will not stop me.

Security,
worf's quarters immediately.

- No one can stop me. — why?

What is it?

I am no longer a warrior.

I am no longer strong.

Troi: What?

What do you feel?

I feel fear.

To admit that you're afraid
gives you strength.

Something is waiting for us.

I am not strong enough to fight it.

No, worf.

It's just an illusion.

It's not real.

Please...

Put down the knife.

- Counselor?
- Troi: It's all right.

Everything's fine. Thank you.

Let me take you to sickbay.

Data: Acting captain's log,
stardate 44642.1.

I have assumed command
of the enterprise

at the request of captain picard.

Our situation is deteriorating.

Many of the crew
are unable to function,

and our life-support systems
are beginning to falter.

Troi:
Once before, you said, "double."

What did you mean?
What is "double"?

Hagan: Mates.

Too bright.

Twin... cannot leave the twin.

One moon circling.

Troi: What do you mean?

You can't leave?

Hagan: No. No, please.

Can 't...

Troi: You want to leave.
Why can't you?

Hagan: Can't go.

Help.

One moon circling.

Eyes.

Eyes... in the dark.

Eyes in the dark?

That's what the voice said
in my dream.

Is that where you heard it?

In the dream? Over and over?

Beverly, I know what it is.

- I know what's happening.
- What?

My nightmare. It's not a dream.

It's not a dream at all.
It's a message.

Rem sleep occurs at a different
frequency for betazoids

than for other humanoids.

I believe the beings are using
that frequency

to communicate telepathically.

Data: It is possible
that this telepathic communication

is creating interference
in the rem sleep of other species.

That would explain why the rest
of our crew is not dreaming.

Counselor, what are these beings
trying to tell us?

They're calling for help.

I think they're trapped
just like we are.

"Eyes in the dark" could mean
this twin star system.

Your hypothesis is certainly plausible.

There may be another ship.

On the other side of the fissure,
where we cannot detect it.

Is there a way
we could block their signals?

There is no technology to block
telepathic transmissions, doctor.

Maybe communication through dreams
can work both ways.

I could try and get them to stop.

Perhaps we can accomplish
more than that.

If there is another ship,
and we can reach them,

we might be able to coordinate
our efforts to free ourselves.

It is conceivable.

When working with patients
with debilitating nightmares,

I've often used a therapeutic
treatment called "directed dreaming."

Dreamers can learn
to control their dreams,

retain a conscious memory,
even while in rem sleep.

I could remember a short message
and deliver it to them.

If it were possible,
what would you say?

Data:
Working together with the aliens,

we must discover a means by which
we can produce an explosion

more intense than either one of us
could achieve alone.

What is it you're looking for?

Data: These are the elements
we have available.

Some of them could be used
in the creation of an explosive reaction.

If we could communicate
this inventory to the other ship,

- perhaps they would be able...
- No, data. No.

This is too complex.
It has to be a simple, clear message.

I am uncertain if a simple transmission
would be adequate.

Stop.

Go back.

Further back. There, stop.

One moon circles.

Yes, counselor.
One electron circles one proton.

This is a hydrogen atom.

"One moon circles." That's what
they've been telling me, over and over.

Perhaps the aliens
are thinking as we are.

To collaborate
in producing an explosion.

If hydrogen is combined
with another element,

calendenium, for example,
it is extremely volatile.

But would the message mean

that they have hydrogen,
or they want hydrogen?

Well, if it's a distress call,

I think they'd be asking
for what they need,

not what they already have.

Then the proper course of action would
be to release hydrogen into the rift

and hope they have a substance
that would detonate it.

How do I tell them what to do?

If you are correct, counselor,

I believe they have already told us
what to do

and are waiting for us to do it.

When we are ready,

the only message you should
attempt to convey is:

"Now.

I can help keep you in rem sleep
for a while

with this cortical scanner.

It will maintain electrical activity
in your brain at the proper frequency.

Data: Counselor,

you'll have to communicate
with the other ship

within two minutes
of entering rem sleep.

Troi: Two minutes?

- Is that all, data?
- Data: Unfortunately, yes.

We have only enough power

to emit a hydrogen stream
for that amount of time.

They must understand that they
will have to detonate it immediately.

Captain, we are ready
to implement the plan.

Proceed.

We will have to draw power
from the life support systems

in order to discharge the collectors.

This is acting captain data.

All personnel will report
to the designated shelter areas

data: Immediately.

Life support systems will continue
only in emergency shelter areas.

- Did you hear that?
- Man: What's the problem...?

Get us jammed into shelter areas.

- We sit and we wait to die.
- Woman: Yeah.

- Nobody will ever find us.
- Relax, Gillespie.

Everybody, relax.

Ten-forward is a designated
shelter area. Relax.

- Do we want to die here?
- All: No.

- Like helpless children?
- All: No!

Security to ten-forward
immediately.

Gillespie: We don't know
what we're dying for.

Sit down, Gillespie.
You're not helping matters any.

What's wrong
with standing up for ourselves?

Man: Yeah!

Picard owes us some answers.

What is that?

Just a little souvenir
I picked up from magus III.

That was setting number one.

Anyone wanna see
setting number two?

Pgo signals, steady.

Visual cortex showing
increased activity.

Rapid eye movements commencing.

Crusher to bridge.

- Crusher: She's in rem sleep.
- Thank you, doctor.

Activating bussard collectors.

Man: Eyes in the dark.

Where are you?

Ninety seconds remaining.

Man: One moon...

Circles.

Where are you?

Man: Eyes...
Troi: I have to find you.

I have to tell you.

Forty-five seconds remaining.

Man: One moon...

- Please... I must find you.
- Circles.

To tell you...

Thirty seconds remaining...

Man: Eyes...

One moon...

Ten seconds remaining.

Nothing.

No explosion.

Counselor was unsuccessful.

Activate impulse engines.

Engines activated, sir.

We have cleared the rift, sir.
Warp engines are coming back online.

Set a course to...

Setting a course for starbase 220.

Sir,

as my final duty as acting captain,

I order you to bed.

I shall do the same for all personnel.

Very well, Mr. Data.

And, Mr. Data...

Thank you.

Pleasant dreams, sir.