All language subtitles for Star Trek The Next Generation S04E22

Troi: Counselor Deanna troi,
personal log, stardate 44805.3.

My mother is on board.

Lwaxana: Jean-Luc!

You delicious man, you were just
thinking of me, weren't you?

- As a matter of fact, lwaxana...
- Think no further, dear heart.

- She's here, heh.
- Yes, indeed.

Oh, serious.
You're always so serious.

- Lwaxana.
- Hmm?

As a matter of fact,
I am rather busy at the moment.

And you're always busy
with something or other, heh.

Never the right thing, though.

My daughter tells me that we're, uh,
picking up someone interesting here.

Yes, the leading scientist
from kaelon ii.

Oh, kaelon ii.
I've never heard of that.

Well, lwaxana, it is something
of a rather delicate

- oh.
- Situation.

It's our first real contact
with a rather reclusive race.

And this is in the nature
of an official greeting, so...

Oh, diplomacy.
Oh, I adore diplomacy.

Everyone dresses so well, heh.

Mr. O'brien, energize.

Dr. Timicin, I'm Jean-Luc picard,
captain of the enterprise.

This is lieutenant commander
la forge.

I beg your pardon, captain.

This is my first time
aboard a federation starship.

Oh, yes, they told me.
Shaking of hands, a form of greeting.

Oh, I beg your pardon.

Uh, Dr. Timicin, allow me to present
lwaxana troi, of betazed.

- She's also a guest on board.
- And daughter of the fifth house,

holder of the sacred chalice of rixx,
heir to the holy rings of betazed,

and what are you doing for dinner?

Well, I don't know, really.

Lwaxana, we have
quite a bit of work planned.

Oh, well, the man's never been
on board a starship before, Jean-Luc.

Certainly somebody ought to make him
comfortable before you get started.

It seems Mrs. Troi is our acting
ambassador of goodwill for today.

You just think of me
as your entertainment director, heh.

That man's in a lot of trouble.

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.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 44805.7.

For generations,
the people of kaelon ll

have been working
to revitalize their dying sun.

The federation has offered
to assist in testing

what may be
a solution to this problem.

Of course, the basic theories
of helium fusion enhancement

have been discussed
for over a century,

but there's been no practical
method of application until now.

The modifications you have made
in the torpedo's guidance systems

are remarkable, doctor.

Well, we'll see.

They still have to be proved.

But now at least it's possible.

I'd never dared to hope for such
a perfect match with our own sun.

Our only regret is that it took us
three years to find a suitable sun

after you had first contacted us.

We're not used to dealing
with other worlds.

We're not used to asking
for anything from others.

Your offer of help

has given us
a possible means of survival.

It has taken 40 years of my life
to develop the programming

that will control
your photon torpedoes.

It has been my life.

Thank you for this opportunity.

My only wish has been
to find a way to revive our sun

before I die.

Mrs. Troi, I must protest your
unauthorized presence on the bridge.

Uh, what does that little one do,
Mr. Woof?

Please, madam. That is
a torpedo-launch initiator, and it's...

- And it is worf, madam, not woof.
- Oh.

Ah, there you are, my dear.

Where have you been?
I've been waiting for you.

- So nice to see you again so soon.
- Mrs. Troi.

Mother, what did you want?

- What?
- Troi: You were waiting for me.

Oh, yes, dear. Of course I was.

You really must let me do something
to relieve the tedium

of all this work, work, work, heh.

I'm afraid I'm expected in engineering.
I'm really terribly sorry.

Oh. Riker: Mrs. Troi,

I have to ask you
to clear the bridge, please.

I don't see why.
There are lots of other people here.

Mother, please.

Well, don't you worry.

We'll just have our little chat later.

I'd never have thought her
old enough to be your mother.

She is so...

Vibrant.

And if you look
at the next simulation,

you'll see that we need
the temperature to stabilize

at 220 million, otherwise there's
a secondary, then a tertiary...

Ah, ah, ah. Enough is enough.

Rescue is at hand.

Oh, Dr. Timicin. Oh, would you clear
all this mess off the table, please?

This mess, Mrs. Troi...

Now, now, now, you boys
have been shut up in here for hours.

Now, if you don't eat something,
you're going to get sick.

And who's that going to help?

I've made some perfectly marvelous
mantickian paté.

Mr. Homm will lay it out for us.

Oh, Mr. Homm is my valet.
He doesn't say much.

How can he?

It is true that the intellectual
efficiency of high-order beings

does diminish proportionately
with the deprivation of nutritious fuel...

All right, all right. Don't you start.

Mrs. Troi, you're a wise woman.

I'm sure we could use a respite.

These two call me Mrs. Troi.

You call me lwaxana.

Mr. Homm.

Spread it.

So knowing my daughter's starship

would be passing
fairly close to betazed again,

I maneuvered a ride,
and, um, here I am, heh.

Deck eight.

I also have a grown daughter.
She has a small son of her own.

Oh, uh, then you're married.

My wife died quite some years ago.

You know,
one thing I don't understand.

If your people have known
for generations that their sun is dying,

why not simply evacuate the planet?

It is our home.

It defines who we are as a people.
If kaelon ii ceases to exist,

so do we.

Well, then you definitely
should fix it, heh.

Hmm, with the federation's help,
I hope we will.

And the federation would be pleased
to offer whatever help it can.

Would you come in for a nightcap?

Well, that's extremely kind of you,
but...

Heh, my valet sleeps elsewhere.

You're delightful.

You make me laugh.

I mean, I don't mean
that your invitation makes me laugh.

- I mean, I took that quite seriously...
- Oh, don't... just say yes.

I'll make you laugh some more.

I wish I could.

But I must say no.

Good night, lwaxana.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 44807.5.

The enterprise has arrived
at the praxi/ius system

where we will conduct
Dr. Timicin's helium-ignition test.

- Mother, how much...?
- Lwaxana: Little one,

why do you refuse to use telepathy
even when we're alone?

We're not alone, mother.

Now, how much longer
is this going to take?

You've been selecting
for 20 minutes.

Lwaxana:
I am a woman dressing for a man,

something you might try
now and then, dear.

I wonder if timicin likes green.

That's not very telepathic of you.

Oh, I tried telepathy on him.
He's the wrong species, heh.

Right species
for everything else, though.

You might try that
once in a while too.

You know, you're not just incorrigible,
you're insatiable.

I have completed long-range scans.

There are no other life forms
present in this system.

Spacecraft?

None within sensor range.

Picard to engineering.

Mr. La forge, the system is clear.

Final pre-launch diagnostic,
ievelfive.

All systems verified.

We're ready here
when you are, captain.

Very well. Mr. Worf.

Photon torpedoes armed

and targeted.

Fire in sequence.

- First volley released.
- Tracking torpedoes.

Entry program confirmed.

Second volley released.

Torpedoes now entering
the stellar core.

Their shields are holding.
Guidance systems normal.

Ignition sequence, six seconds,

Five seconds,

four,

three seconds.

Shock-wave patterns
within predicted range.

Seventeen hundred percent rise
in gamma radiation levels.

Helium fusion rate increasing.

What about heat
and pressure levels?

Uh, steady so far.

Density at 1100 grams
per cubic centimeter.

Temperature approaching
60 million degrees Kelvin.

We want it to stabilize
at 220 million.

Pressure-wave harmonics
dispersing.

Temperature in target zone
increasing to 81 million degrees, sir.

La forge: Still rising.

Temperature
at 90 million degrees Kelvin.

And now 110 million.

Looking good.

One hundred thirty-seven.

Radiation and pressure levels
still stable.

La forge: Temperature
is 170 million degrees Kelvin.

One ninety.

And now 200 million.

It's happening.

207, and rising.

Two nineteen.

And 20. Two twenty.

And holding.

Looks like congratulations
may be in order.

Mr. Data?

Data: Turbulence patterns
are within predicted parameters.

Two twenty two.

Temperature is rising
in the core again, captain.

Two hundred and thirty million
degrees Kelvin.

La forge: Still rising, captain.

Two fifty-one.

Rate exceeding critical level.
Core density is becoming unstable.

- Let's get the hell out of here.
- Ensign, warp 2, now.

Ah, I'm sorry.

- Captain picard.
- Picard: Doctor.

Permit me to express my appreciation
to you and your crew.

I am most grateful.

I'm most grateful.

Ensign, lay in a course for kaelon ii.

Warp factor 5.

Ensign: Aye, sir.

I'm so sorry, timicin.

I had one of those named
after me once.

Brilliant young astronomer
from rigel iv, heh.

Uh, of course, I, um... I sparkled
a bit myself in those days.

Heh, you see, that's called
fishing for a compliment.

You're supposed to tell me
I still sparkle.

Tsk.

- I'm sorry, I'm not helping, am I?
- You're very kind.

I'm just not adequate company
right now.

Oh, that's all right. I can make enough
conversation for both of us, heh.

- I'll leave you alone.
- No.

Please stay.

I wanted to tell you how much
I wish we had met

- years ago.
- Heh.

What difference
do a few years make, heh?

Unfortunately, a great deal.

You see, lwaxana,
I'm on my way home now...

To die.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 44812.6.

We have returned to kaelon ii

and established contact
with science minister b'tardat.

The experiment achieved a stable core
temperature for a short time, minister.

That's a significant step forward.

We've been studying the sensor logs
and the torpedo telemetry

to determine if there
was any malfunction.

If there was, and we are able
to isolate the problem,

another test might be successful.

And in the meantime,
all of our facilities

would be made available
to Dr. Timicin.

A most thoughtful and generous offer,
but timicin has obligations at home.

And it would take us some time
to select a replacement.

We would be more than willing
to extend our visit, sir.

That will not be necessary.

We 7! Contact you
as soon as we're ready.

We expect timicin to return home
as soon as possible.

And again, gentlemen,
many thanks.

Come.

Are you aware these people
you are so graciously helping

are murderers?

- I beg your pardon.
- Well, the next thing to it.

When a person
on this benighted little planet

reaches the age of 60,
which timicin is about to do,

they're expected to simply
kill themselves. Did you know that?

Mr. Data?

The people of kaelon ii
are isolationists.

Almost to the point
of being xenophobes.

Regrettably, we know very little
about their customs.

Well, I know.
Timicin himselfjust told me.

He is supposed to go down there
to his loving friends,

be wined, dined,
honored for his achievements,

and then kill himself.

It's a barbaric ritual.

The, um, uh, "resolution," it's called.

Obviously, you can't let him go,
Jean-Luc.

I'm afraid I have no choice.

I don't think you've been
listening to me.

The man is supposed to kill himself.

Heh, now,
you don't just let that happen.

You don't just turn your back.
What's the matter with you?

Lwaxana, I'm sorry,
but whatever my personal feelings,

I have no jurisdiction here.
I simply cannot interfere.

But you have to.

In a situation like this,
you absolutely have to interfere.

You've got to go down there,
talk to those people, Jean-Luc.

Open their eyes, educate them.

The prime directive
forbids us to interfere

with the social order of any planet.

Well, it's your prime directive,
not mine.

Computer, locate counselor troi.

What do you mean
I can't go down there?

Are you telling me
that I'm a prisoner on this ship?

Mother, what's going on?
What are you doing?

I'm sorry, counselor.
I'm not sure what to do here.

Lwaxana: Well, I am sure.

I am a betazoid ambassador.
I'm a daughter of the fifth house,

and those people
are going to answer to me!

So you just energize this damn thing
and get me down there.

- He can't, mother. He has his orders.
- His orders don't apply to me.

No. They apply to him.

And don't you try your professional
patronizing on me, young lady.

They expect timicin to die,
don't you realize that?

Just because he's 60. What's 60?

It's nothing.

I'll go check the pattern buffers.

Troi:
Come on, mother. Let's sit down.

Lwaxana: I'm sorry, little one.
I don't know what's wrong with me.

- I'm sorry.
- There's no need to be.

Lwaxana: But I'm crying.

I don't cry.

Troi:
You cried when father died.

You remember that?

Of course I remember.

But this isn't the same.

Is it?

What do you think?

I don't know.

I just can't accept

that fate would allow me
to meet him like this

and then take him away.

I mean, he's not ill.

He hasn't had a tragic accident.

He's just going to die.

And for no good reason.

Because his society
has decided that he's too old,

so they just dispose of him.

As though his life no longer
had any value or meaning.

You can't possibly understand
at your age.

But at mine,

sometimes, you feel tired and afraid.

You're feeling very vulnerable.

Very mortal, if I may say so.

But I know you, mother,

and believe me,

you will never be one of those
who dies before they die.

Come in.

I have been studying
the preliminary reports of the test.

Uh, I don't understand
where I went wrong.

I thought I'd taken into account
all of the variables.

Deep convection patterns,

proton reactions, neutrino count.

I will say it again.
You are a kind woman.

No. No, I'm a hateful woman.

I hate what you're going to do.

And I hate you for doing it.

It is the way of my world.

I wish you could accept that.

I never will.

Never.

How long have you
been sitting there?

Oh, I don't know.

Minute, an hour.

- Lwaxana...
- Do you want anything?

Some tea?

I want to explain.

I want very much
for you to understand.

Fifteen to 20 centuries ago,
we had no resolution.

We had no such concern
for our elders.

As people aged, they...
Their health failed.

They became invalids.

And those whose families
could no longer care for them

were put away
into deathwatch facilities,

where they waited in loneliness
for the end to come,

sometimes for years.

They had meant something,

and they were forced
to live beyond that

into a time of meaning nothing.

Of knowing that they could now
only be the beneficiaries

of younger people's Patience.

We are no longer that cruel,
lwaxana.

No, no, you're not cruel to them,
you just kill them, ugh.

The resolution's a celebration of life.

It allows us to end our lives
with dignity.

Ah, "celebration of life."
Sounds very noble, very caring.

What you're really saying is,

you got rid of the problem
by getting rid of the people.

It may sound that way, but it...
It is a time of transition.

One generation passing on
the responsibilities of life to the next.

What about the responsibility
of caring for the elderly?

That would place a dreadful burden
on the children.

We raise them, we care for them,

we suffer for them, we keep
them from harm their whole lives.

Now, eventually,
it's their turn to take care of us.

No parent should expect
to be paid back

for the love
they've given their children.

Well, why the hell not?

Oskoids.

- What's that?
- Oskoids, a betazed delicacy.

Looks very interesting.

You should've tried it while you were
still alive. No reason to bother now.

Why 60? Why not 62, 58?

A reasonable age had to be set.

But it's not reasonable,
certainly not in your case.

You're as vital and healthy a man
as I've ever known.

That is why I wish to say goodbye

to my family and colleagues
while I am this way,

in full command of my faculties,

knowing that they will
always remember me

as a strong and vigorous man.

But it makes no sense.

Some of your people could still
be active at 70 or 80.

And others might
be seriously ill at 50.

How cruel of you to make them wait
so long to commit suicide.

Setting a standard age
for the resolution

makes it uniform for everybody.

To ask individual families to decide
when their elders are to die,

- that would be heartless.
- I agree.

Why not let everybody die
when they die?

- Lwaxana...
- You have a grandson, you said.

Well, wouldn't it be better for him
to know his grandfather?

I mean, not some vague memory
of someone who once loved him.

But a real, living person
who does love him.

Don't you really think
that would be better?

I attended the resolution
of my parents

when it was their time.

It was beautiful.

Lwaxana, this is a custom
that I have known and accepted

all my life.

The women of betazed used to
wear these enormous wigs

with large holes in the center
for tiny caged creatures.

Yes?

First, it was a fashion.

Then it went on long enough
to become a custom, a tradition.

But it was uncomfortable
for the woman and cruel to the animal.

So then one day, one very
formidable woman finally said so,

refused to ever wear
another of those wigs.

Fairly soon, the custom stopped.

She had the courage to stand up
and fight for change.

- She must have been a lot like you.
- Timicin,

there is no one more qualified,
more experienced

or more likely
to save their planet than you.

And they would have you
kill yourself.

Younger scientists
will take my place.

My work...
Heh, the work will continue.

Your planet has what,
30, 40 years left?

What if your scientists
can't find the answer without you?

What then? What chance
do you think your grandson has

- of reaching the age of 60?
- Enough, please.

It is my time, lwaxana.

And that is the way it is.

Ah, well, if that's the way it is,

I don't know why anyone's bothering
to try to save your planet at all.

If its time has come, let it die.

Where's the difference, timicin, ah?

Where?

Convection boundary uncoupling.

The reaction caused gas turbulence
of a totally unexpected magnitude.

Why?

There was evidence
of a delayed surface shock.

No, I'd anticipated that.

I thought I'd anticipated
all possible variables.

But stars, you know,
they're like living entities in a way,

quite unpredictable.

You know,

I wouldn't be at all surprised
if this were a result of...

Look here.
Forty-two seconds into the test,

there is a sudden rise in the level
of hydrogen Alpha emissions.

And here. Here's another.
I'm right, aren't I?

There had to be neutron migration
within the star's inner core

- as the reaction grew.
- Perhaps, doctor.

But there is no known method
for controlling a neutron migration.

Yes, yes,
but theoretically, it is possible.

Using these test results, we could
construct a new computer model

of the energy dynamic of a star,

that can test
a new detonation program.

I'm certain it can be accomplished.

It's a matter of time.

Matter of time.

Come.

Timicin.

- Time for you to leave us, then?
- Captain.

I have come to officially request

asylum aboard the enterprise.

Timicin, I cannot believe this.

Why asylum? Asylum from what?

- I turn 60 in four days, minister.
- Minister: Yes.

And your family and colleagues are
already gathering for your resolution.

I believe that it is time for us
to re-examine, as a people,

the wisdom of the resolution.

Are they forcing you into this?
Are you being coerced?

Influenced, perhaps. Coerced? No.

Our only influence, minister,
is by example.

Timicin's decision is his own free will,
I assure you.

I cannot believe
that a man of timicin's stature

would freely choose
to reject his own culture.

No one on kaelon ii
understands this project as I do.

There are new theories that would take
others a decade to test and confirm.

With my guidance, it could be done in
half that time. I must finish my work.

Others started your work.
Others will finish it.

It has always been this way.
It always will.

Riker: Captain, scanners indicate
two kaelon warships

rising on an intercept course.

Acknowledged, commander.

Minister, we're here in friendship,
hoping to be of assistance.

You have helped quite enough,
captain.

I suggest you return timicin
and depart.

If you attempt to leave orbit
with timicin on board,

our ships have been ordered
to open fire.

There's no purpose at all
in letting this become...

It shouldn't have happened.

I've handled this poorly.

You acted in good conscience,
doctor.

I don't see what else
you could've done.

I could've let well enough alone.

I could've returned home.

What do you think?

Captain,
have I done the right thing?

I'm afraid you're the only one
who can answer that.

Lwaxana would...

Would have me lead a revolt.

I'm only a scientist.

I wish I had her strength.

She is a woman of extraordinary
conviction, isn't she?

Isntshe?

- Any communications, number one?
- No, sir. We have an open channel.

Worf: The warships are taking
a standard attack posture.

Staggered approach vectors
within weapons range.

- Shields up, red alert.
- Captain.

Doctor, I suggest that you
return to your quarters.

I don't want there to be any
bloodshed because of my decision.

They will do everything
they can to avoid it.

I think we should get out
of their way now.

Yes. Yes, of course. I understand.

Mr. Worf,
ascertain their offensive potential.

Worf: Aye, sir.

We must transmit the new analysis
of neutron migration immediately.

If I can make them see
the direction that I've taken...

We've already tried.

They refuse to accept
further reports from you, doctor.

They have to accept them.

If I can re-establish computer interface
with the science ministry...

They've disengaged
the linkup, doctor.

Why don't they answer?

Ah, even if I find the solution,
you will not accept it?

Because I do not terminate my life,
they terminate my work.

Alive, I am a greater threat
to my world than a dying sun.

But Jean-Luc will find a way
to settle this, he always does.

No. No, my decision will only lead
to more distrust of other worlds.

- Nothing will change.
- Now, don't be foolish.

I am not being foolish!

Lwaxana, I want to live,

because I see in you
how much I have to live for.

You make me realize
that my life still has value.

I can be an example to my people.

I can finish my work.

But discovering these new desires,

and not being able
to do anything about them,

not being able to finish my work,

not even being able
to reach my people...

You are making a statement
about the sanctity of life,

and it will be heard, timicin.

Who will hear it
from light years away?

Where will I go now, lwaxana?

I'm a man without a world.
I can't go home.

Oh, timicin.

Riker: Bridge to Dr. Timicin.

You have a visitor coming aboard.

- B'tardat?
- No, sir. It's your daughter.

This is lwaxana troi.

She has been host and friend.

I've been looking forward
to meeting you, dara.

Whatever you have to say to me
can be said in front of her.

I see.

Father, come home.

This is wrong.

Dara, if I could show you
the work I have begun...

- There's still so much for me to do.
- There is nothing for me to look at.

It is irrelevant.

Your father's work may save
your world, my dear.

I would hardly consider that
irrelevant.

All I'm concerned with now is you,
not your work.

Your work is over.

It is your time to rest.

Perhaps you will feel differently
as you get a little older,

say, approaching 60.

My father taught me
to Cherish the resolution.

I don't know how you
have poisoned him to reject it.

- It's an obscene ritual.
- How dare you?

How dare you criticize
my way of life and my beliefs?

Please. Please, dara.

Please.

Where will you go?

Humph.

Well, I don't know.

And where will you die?

I cannot bear the thought

of you being laid to rest
on some other world.

That you will not lie
beside my mother.

That I will not be able
to lie beside you

when my resolution comes.

I'm sorry.

I don't know how you can
go on with your life

knowing that each day is an insult
to everything we believe in.

Father, I love you.

But I am ashamed.

I would like to be alone now, please.

I'm suddenly not sure of myself.

It's a feeling I'm not at all used to,
um.

I don't think I like it very much,
little one.

Not sure of yourself?

My life has been full.

Ah, now and then,
perhaps it's overflowed a little, but...

Well, I enjoy living.

And now, I'm asking myself,
is it possible I was wrong

to encourage timicin to choose life?

You were honest with him, mother,
you had to be.

Maybe I want him to live
just to keep me company.

Of course you do.

But you didn't do this for yourself,
you did it for him.

Did I?

And look what I've done to him.

He's like a man who's lost his faith.

I never considered
how deeply ingrained

this resolution liturgy is.

Ritual provides structure in society.

Good rituals and bad rituals alike.

- Well, this is a bad one.
- Your point of view.

Well, it should be the point of view

of any reasonably intelligent
middle-aged person.

Unfortunately, it is not.

I'll, uh, see you later, mother.

- Excuse me.
- Thank you.

You're going back.

Do you believe that I love you?

I do, you know.

But finally, if that is my only reason
to stay alive...

- It's not enough.
- Almost.

Almost, but not quite.

I can't be that selfish, lwaxana.

I am not the person
to lead the revolt.

I do apologize
for all the turmoil that I've created.

Doctor, I would deeply regret it

if you were returning only
to ease diplomatic tensions.

It is more.

Much more.

Then I wish you
and your people well.

When it is time for another test,

I will encourage my people
to seek your assistance again.

If, for any reason, you would like
to wait for a few minutes...

We have already said our goodbyes.

- Lwaxana?
- Lwaxana: It is the custom

for your loved ones to join you
at this resolution, is it not?

You do not have to do this.

Yes, I do.

Permission to disembark, captain.

I promise I won't cause
any problems down there.

Permission granted.

We're ready, Mr. O'brien.