All language subtitles for Star Trek The Next Generation S05E05

Picard: Captain's log,
stardate 451561.

Our mission to mutal five
has been completed

and since our next assignment
will not begin for several days,

we 're enjoying a welcome respite
from our duties.

O'brien:
If it's a boy, Michael, after my father.

Wait a minute.
We decided on Hiro after my father.

- We talked about this last night.
- That's right.

- And we decided on Hiro.
- Wait, I've got it.

William. It's a great name.
William o'brien.

It's got a nice ring to it.

Ah, it's all right,
he's just doing somersaults.

Here, feel.

Right there. Riker: Oh.

He's gonna be a hell of a gymnast.

May I? Keiko: Sure.

There, feel it? When he's not turning,
he's kicking or punching.

When I wanna sleep,
he wants to wake up.

At this point, I just wish it were over.

I have to go. I have a transporter
simulation on the bridge.

Bye-bye, Michael.

- Come on, geordi.
- No.

Just try it once.
It is not as hard as you think.

I'm telling you, you will be terrific.

All right.

Silly.

I am the very model
of a modern major general

I've information vegetable
animal and mineral

- no, I can't. I can't do this.
- Yes, you can.

- I cannot sing in front of people.
- You were terrific.

You were a little off pitch,
but I think I can take care of that.

Okay, la forge...

Captain, I'd like to introduce you

to the winners of the
primary school science fair.

This is Marissa, Jay Gordon,
and Patterson.

They're here for their tour.

Can we see the battle bridge
and torpedo bay?

No, I'm afraid not.

But we will be visiting the hydroponics
and the astrophysics laboratories.

I'm sure you'll have
a wonderful time.

Well,

if you'll come with me.

I'm not sure who to feel sorry for.
The captain or the kids.

Picard: I want you to know that we're
very proud of our science-fair winners.

Perhaps

some of you will

choose to pursue a career
in starfleet.

Well, then, um,

uh, what did you do
for your science projects?

I planted radishes in this special dirt
and they came up all weird.

I see.
That's very, very commendable.

And you?

An analysis of the life span
of the swarming moths on gonal iv.

They only live for 20 hours,
then they all die.

How interesting.

And you?

Picard: We're falling.

What happened?

Sensors are picking up
subspace distortions

and high-energy particles
directly to starboard.

Looks like we ran
into a quantum filament.

Damage report?

We've lost primary life support.
Switching to secondary systems.

Impulse and warp engines
are offline.

There's another filament
moving toward us, sir.

All decks brace for impact.

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.

- Counselor?
- Troi: I'm all right.

Medical team to the bridge.

Troi to sickbay.

Counselor troi to captain picard.

Troi to engineering.

Counselor troi to any crew member,
please acknowledge.

Medical team to the bridge.

Computer's down.

It looks like we still have
impulse power, but not much else.

Lieutenant Monroe.

Mandel: Chief o'brien,

the turbolifts aren't working.

We're trapped up here.

Are you children all right?

Bridge, this is picard.

This is the captain,
does anyone read me?

Why don't they answer?

I don't know.

- They're all dead.
- Picard: They're not dead.

Communication is down, that's all.

We're going to die too.

We most certainly are not.

Now listen to me.

No one here is going to die.

The bridge will be sending
a rescue party as soon as possible.

So I want you all to stop crying.

Everything is going to be all right.

This is the federation
starship enterprise

calling any vessel within range.

We are in distress
and need assistance.

Please respond.

I'm still not sure
if we're even transmitting.

I'll set the message on auto-repeat
and see if we get a response.

You all right?

- I'm alive, what the hell happened?
- We were hit by a quantum filament.

Most of our systems are down.

We haven't been able to contact
anybody off the bridge.

Don't count on leaving
through there.

An emergency bulkhead closed
just beneath that lift.

- Confinement mode.
- Right. Isolation protocol.

I'm, um, not really familiar
with that protocol.

If the computer
senses a hull breach,

it automatically closes emergency
bulkheads to isolate the breach.

Until we can clear those bulkheads,
we'll be cut off from rest of the ship.

Mandel:
I have partial sensors back online.

I'm picking up sporadic life signs
throughout the saucer section.

There are definitely survivors.

- What about ten-forward?
- Ro: Ten-forward?

My wife's there.

I'm sorry, chief.

The readings are not that specific.

Can you scan the drive section?

I'm not reading any life signs
in the drive section.

- Could the sensors be malfunctioning?
- Mandel: There's no way to know.

Without the main computer,
I can't run full diagnostic.

Can you sense anything, counselor?

There are a lot of people still alive.

Many of them are hurt,
but I can't tell where they are.

We need to start emergency
procedures. Who's the duty officer?

Lieutenant Monroe was in command,
but she's dead.

I believe counselor troi
is the senior officer on the deck.

Counselor troi?

She carries the rank
of lieutenant commander.

I'd, um...

I'd appreciate some suggestions.

I recommend we initiate
emergency procedure Alpha two.

Bypass computer control and place
all systems on manual override.

- Very well.
- Aye, aye, sir.

May I suggest that our next priority
be to stabilize life support

and to try and re-establish
inter-ship communications.

Yes. Mr. Mandel, I'd like you
to assist ensign ro.

Yes, sir.

- How are you feeling?
- Okay. A little foggy.

Just lie still for a while. We're gonna
get you to sickbay as soon as we can.

Okay.

Riker: Report.

I have surveyed all the turbolifts
and surface crawl-ways on this deck.

Access to the bridge
has been completely severed

- by emergency bulkheads.
- Sickbay?

Heavy damage to section 23-a
has cutoff access to sickbay.

I have ordered a security team

to bring casualties
here until further notice.

I think we should assume the worst.
That everyone on the bridge is dead.

That there's no one
in control of this ship.

In that circumstance,

re-establishing control of the ship
should be our top priority.

- Agreed. Can we get to engineering?
- Data: No, sir.

The most direct route is blocked.

But I believe we can use
the starboard service crawl-way.

Okay. You and I will try
to get there.

Mr. Worf, this room will fill up
with wounded in a few minutes.

They're going to need help.
I want you to stay in charge here.

- Yes, sir.
- Let's go.

- Over here.
- Yes, sir.

Okay.

- Clear the power shunt.
- Crusher: The shunt is cleared.

Right. And bypass
the flow current and...

The computer
still won't release the doors.

Can we force them open?

Yeah, we can try.
There's an emergency hand actuator.

- Geordi.
- Yeah?

This wall is hot.

Where?

Unh, I'm all right.

But I think we've got a new problem.

One of the energy conduits
must have ruptured and ignited

the polyduranide
inside the bulkhead.

That's a plasma fire.

Crusher:
It's putting out a lot of radiation.

We can't stay here much longer.

Yeah, but we've got a bigger problem
than that.

The poladum in those containers
is used in emergency thruster packs.

It's normally pretty stable stuff,

but when you expose poladum
to radiation, it has a way of exploding.

The external power is cutoff.

We're going to die.

What was that?

Picard: I don't know.

Your name is Marissa, is that right?

Well, Marissa, I need a first officer
to help me.

You're the oldest.

And so, that makes you
my number one.

Number one?

That's what I always call
my first officer.

Here.

Now,

number one, we need a crew
to help us get that hatch off.

Don't you think that Jay, here,
would be an excellent science officer?

What do you say, Jay.
Will you join our crew?

- It's Jay Gordon.
- Picard: Of course.

Forgive me, Jay Gordon.

Iaccept

Patterson:
Can I be an officer too?

Well, let me see.

Your science project
involved radishes, did it not?

Yes, sir.

Then, I shall appoint you my executive
officer in charge of radishes.

Right. Then let's get to work.

Thirteen-sixty-five baker.

That should put us
right behind shuttlebay two.

That is correct, sir.

We have approximately 52 meters
remaining in this crawl-way

before we can safely exit
into a main corridor.

Coolant leak.

We can withstand
this level of radiation

for another three or four hours
without any permanent damage.

We'll need a few days
of hyronalin treatments.

What are the radiation levels
in the quaratum?

They're at 83 rads and rising at a rate
of about four rads per minute.

That stuff gets unstable
at about 350 rads.

I still haven't been able
to get any power to this transporter.

The radiation level is about 20 percent
lower at this end of the bay.

Let's move the containers
over to here.

That's a good idea.
It'll buy us some time.

You know, we're gonna have
to do this by hand.

With all the radiation
floating around here,

we can't trust the anti-grav units.

Just before the second time
we were hit.

- See the subspace distortion?
- Yes.

How big is a quantum filament?

Well, it could be
hundreds of meters long.

But it has almost no mass,
which makes it very difficult to detect.

So it's like a cosmic string?

No. That's a completely
different phenomenon.

How did you do that?

I diverted power
from the phaser array

and I dumped it
into the engineering control system.

O'brien: You what?

Engineering station's online,
counselor.

But that, that's a completely
improper procedure.

You can't just dump that much raw
energy into a bridge terminal without...

We're not going to get out of this
by playing it safe.

What is our engine status, ensign?

We've got half impulse power
available.

But I'm getting some odd readings
from the warp drive.

I'm reading a spike
in the warp-field array.

It looks like a containment deviation.

Switch to primary bypass.

Nothing.

Field strength's at 40 percent
and falling.

We've got a problem.

The quantum resonance
of the filament

caused a polarity shift
in the anti-matter containment field.

When the filament hit us,
the ship was momentarily charged,

as if it had come in contact
with a live electrical wire.

That weakened the containment
field surrounding the anti-matter pods.

The field strength is at 40 percent,
and it is still falling.

If it falls to 15 percent,
the field will collapse.

And we'll have
a containment breach.

Which means?

Which means the ship will explode.

Commander, the current
cannot be shut off from this relay box.

We can't just sit here.

If the energy flowing
through that arc

were interrupted
by a non-conductive material,

it is likely the circuit
would be broken.

Well, I don't see anything in here
that will handle that much current.

Commander, much of my body
framework is made up of tripolymers,

a non-conductive material.

Are you suggesting
we use your body?

Yes, sir.

Data, there's half a million amps
going through that arc.

Could your body handle
that much current?

The power surge would cause systems
failure in my internal processors

and melt my
primary-power couplings.

However, there is a chance that
the damage would not be irreparable.

Commander,
our options are very limited.

First of all, Android or not, I wouldn't
ask anyone to take that kind of risk.

Second, if the computer
is not working in engineering,

I'm going to need your help
to get control of the ship.

My positronic brain
has several layers of shielding

to protect me from power surges.

It would be possible for you to remove
my cranial unit and take it with you.

Let me get this straight.

You want me to take off your head?

Yes, sir.

Is something wrong, sir?

Well, data,

would you be all right?

My memory core and neural nets
are self-contained. I would be fine, sir.

Like you said,

our options are limited.

Data?

A remarkable experience,
commander.

Are you all right?

Did the shielding work?

Apparently so, sir.

My neural nets
are still fully operational.

You may begin by opening
the ventral-access panel

located two centimeters
below my right ear.

Can you climb up?

Yes. I think so.

Picard: Good.

Now, look down the sides of the lift.

Can you see two big clamps?

Yes. I see them.

Can you see if those clamps
are attached

to long beams inside big grooves?

But one of them looks broken.

It's half out of the groove.

All right.

Come down.

All right.

Number one.

Those big clamps

are part of the emergency system.

If anything goes wrong,

they're designed to hold
the turbolift in place.

But it would seem
that they're damaged.

- Is that why we keep shaking?
- That's right.

Now,

when they give way, we shall fall.

So you've got to get your crew
out of here before that happens.

Now there's a ladder that runs along
the wall of the shaft.

You can climb up that
until you come to an open doonnay.

Well, what about you?

My ankle is broken.

I will just slow you down.
You need to move quickly.

Now you are the leader

and that's an order.

We have to climb up the shaft.

I wanna stay here with you, captain.

Patterson, you're an officer.
You have to obey orders.

I don't wanna be
an officer anymore.

I wanna stay here with you.

If the captain stays here,
we won't make it. We'll all die.

We don't have time to argue.
You must go now.

The crew has decided
to stick together.

We all go,

or we all stay.

All right.

|'|| try.

But I want you to know,
this is mutiny.

Now, number one,

look at that control panel.

Now, the yellow control pad,
hit that once.

Now, the one below it, hit it twice.

Now that should release
the panel underneath.

Marissa: Yes, it did.

Picard:
Now, you can pull it away.

Marissa: Okay. Picard: Good.

Now, that bundle of wires,
that's optical cabling.

See how much of that
you can pull out.

The levels are still rising.

There must be some way
to put that fire out.

The energy is being fed
by the ship's internal power grid,

and we can't even get near that.

The only way to stop it would be
to eliminate its supply of oxygen.

Wait a minute. Heh.

Doctor,

I've got an idea.
Now, it's kind of wild,

but we just might be able
to kill two birds with one stone.

- Let's hear it.
- Okay.

We open the external door.

That would depressurize
the cargo bay

and suck all of these containers
out into space.

At the same time, the lack of oxygen
should put out the plasma fire.

What about us?

We just need to find something in here
to hold on to while air is evacuating.

Then, we close the door,
re-pressurize the bay.

What about this?

Yeah. Yeah, that ought to do it.

There, that should do it.

There will be a sharp pain
as I set the bone. Prepare yourself.

Good. Good, you bore that well.

- Worf: Keiko?
- I'm all right.

- I think.
- Perhaps, you should lie down.

I'm having contractions.

I believe that is not uncommon
in the late months of pregnancy.

No, I mean contractions.

I'm going into labor.

You cannot.
This is not a good time, Keiko.

It's not open for debate.

Like it or not, this baby is coming.

If the containment-field strength
continues to drop at its present rate,

we still have at least two hours
before it becomes critical.

But you're ignoring the fact that
the power coupling is also damaged.

If that coupling overheats,

the field strength
could drop a lot faster.

We could have a containment breach
in a matter of minutes.

What do you suggest?

We should separate
the saucer now.

And put as much distance as possible
between us and the drive section.

Excuse me, sir,
but that's damn cold-blooded.

What about the people down there?

There's no evidence that anyone
is still alive in the drive section.

No evidence they're dead, either.

If you were trapped down there,

would you like us to cut you loose
and just leave?

No, of course not.

But I also wouldn't expect the bridge
crew to risk the safety of the ship

and hundreds of lives
in a futile effort to rescue me.

You said, there was no way to stabilize
the containment field from the bridge.

Could it be done from engineering?

But my readings indicate
there's no power down there.

They don't even have monitors
to tell them there's a problem.

Could we divert energy
from the bridge to those monitors?

Yes, sir.

Ro: I will say it again.

There is no reason to believe
that anyone is still alive in engineering.

We're wasting time
even talking about this.

We have to separate the ship now.

I believe there are still people alive
down there.

And I'm going to give them
every chance.

Assuming they're alive,

they'll be hoping there's
someone up here who can help them.

So we'll help them.

Chief, divert the necessary power
to engineering.

Aye, sir.

I remind you, counselor.

That power coupling
could overheat at any moment.

By not separating the ship now,

you could be responsible
for all our deaths.

Thank you, ensign.

Proceed.

I can't open this door.

We're gonna have to climb up
to the next deck.

What if that one
doesn't open either?

Then we'll never get out.

Marissa: Quiet. Both of you.

That's an order.

Picard: We're going up. Ready?

Ready, sir.

The lift's falling. Hang on.

We're all right.

We're gonna keep on climbing.

Just don't look down.

What's wrong?

He's scared.

Picard:
We're right with you, Patterson.

You're not going to fall.

Everything will be all right
if you just keep climbing.

What we need is a climbing song.

Marissa, is there a song
that you sing at school?

Hmm. "The laughing vulcan
and his dog."

I'm afraid, I don't know that one.

I know,

"frere Jacques." That's a song
I used to sing when I was in school.

Patterson, do you know that one?

Good. It goes like this.

Fre're Jacques, fre're Jacques

dormez-vous?

Dormez-vous?

Sonnez ies matines
sonnez ies matines

ding, ding, dong
ding, ding, dong

Very good. Now, keep singing.

Fre're Jacques, fre're Jacques

dormez-vous?

Dormez-vous?

Sonnez ies matines
sonnez ies matines

ding, ding, dong
ding, ding, dong

fre're Jacques, fre're Jacques

dormez-vous? Dormez-vous?

Sonnez ies matines
sonnez ies matines

ding, ding, dong
ding, ding, dong

fre're Jacques, fre're Jacques

Worf: Your contractions
are now only 30 seconds apart.

Dilation has gone to seven centimeters
since the onset of labor.

That did not take long.

That's easy for you to say.

You are doing very well.

I am sure the child will arrive soon.

Worf, has the baby turned?

Turned?

So the head is down.

Dr. Crusher told me a few days ago
that it hadn't.

She wasn't worried
because I still had a month to go.

Worf: I am not certain.

Can't you tell?

Worf, have you ever
done this before?

Delivered a baby?

I took the starfleet
emergency medical course.

In a computerized simulation,

I assisted in the delivery
of a human baby.

Sometimes it doesn't go
by the book, worf.

I am sure everything will be fine.

Once the air is vented,

the first thing you'll feel
is an extreme pressure on your lungs.

You have to resist
the temptation to exhale.

- Okay.
- Next,

our hands and feet
will get cold, then numb.

And some of the capillaries

on the exposed sections
of the skin may burst.

Sounds like fun.

We will have about 15 seconds
of useful consciousness,

then about 10 seconds of extreme
disorientation, then we pass out.

Okay.

Once the air is evacuated,

one of us is going to need to get
to that panel to re-pressurize the bay.

We're ready.

Are you okay?

The field strength
is down to 20 percent.

We cannot run the risk
of staying here any longer.

We're in no danger
until it drops below 15 percent.

We can afford to wait and see

if someone in engineering
notices those monitors.

Have you made preparations
to separate the saucer section?

Yes, sir.

We're in standby mode
for docking latches...

O'brien: Ensign. There's a thermal
inversion in the power coupling.

Ro: Quick. Cross-connect it
to the transfer coil.

That was close.

What happened?

Exactly what I said might happen.
The power coupling overheated

and the entire containment field
almost collapsed.

O'brien's fixed it temporarily.

But this could happen again
at any moment.

And next time
we might not be able to stop it.

You can't let wishful thinking
guide your decision, counselor.

It's time to leave.

We will separate the ship when
I decide that it's time and not before.

Is that clear, ensign?

Perfectly.

Okay, try it.

Very good, commander.

You have established a connection.

I can now raise the door.

There's no power
on this entire deck

and yet somehow
these monitors are working.

The power reaching those monitors
has been diverted from the bridge, sir.

But why?

Unless, there's something
they want us to...

Something they need us to see.

Wait a minute. Data, the containment
field strength is down to 18 percent,

- can you stabilize it?
- No, sir.

I do not have access
to the containment field.

You will have to establish a new link.

Locate the odn conduit, sir.

- Got it.
- Yes, sir.

You must now change the input matrix
of my secondary-optical port

and then connect the odn conduit.

That is not the correct port, sir.

Sorry.

You must hurry, commander.

The containment field
has dropped to 16 percent.

I'm trying. You need a bigger head.

If the field continues to drop, sir,
collapse is imminent.

Try it now.

I have made a connection, sir.

I am now stabilizing
the containment field.

Sir, the field strength is stabilizing.

Eighteen percent,

20,

25.

I guess they got our message.

I was wrong, counselor.

You could have easily been right.

Worf: Congratulations.

You are fully dilated
to 10 centimeters.

You may now give birth.

Oh, that's what I've been doing.

Bearing down is the next stage.

It should start at full dilation.

Why has it not begun?

I don't know.

I don't think it's up to me.
It happens when it happens.

Computer simulation
was not like this.

That delivery was very orderly.

Well, I'm sorry.

Did you feel
an uncontrollable urge to push?

Good. You are bearing down.

Now, you must push
with each contraction.

And I must urge you gently
but firmly to push harder.

Push, Keiko.

Push, Keiko.

I am pushing!

The baby is emerging head first.

Good. One more contraction.

Okay.

Worf: That's good.

I have the baby.

I will smack the child
to induce breathing.

I will cut the umbilical cord.

I believe she looks
like chief o'brien.

You were wonderful, worf.

I couldn't have done it without you.

Picard:
Captain's log, supplemental.

We are en route to starbase 67
to undergo repairs.

Life aboard the enterprise
is slowly returning to normal.

Troi: Now just wait here.

You just can't stay away
from the big chair, can you?

I don't think
I'm cut out to be captain.

First officer, maybe.

I understand there aren't
many qualifications.

Captain picard to the bridge, please.

It's good to see you again.
What brings you to the bridge?

In appreciation for the way you
helped us get out of the turboshaft

and the way you helped us
not be scared,

we want to present to you
this commemorative plaque.

Give it to him.

Picard: Well, thank you.

- Thank you very much.
- I made the back piece.

Oh, what a wonderful job
you did of it too.

Well, later this afternoon,

we're going to finish the tour
I promised you.

Starting with the battle bridge.

I'll see you at 1400 hours.

You have the bridge, number one.

Aye, sir. Riker: Aye, sir.