All language subtitles for Star Trek The Next Generation S05E07

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 452331.

Our terraforming mission
to doraf I has been canceled

and the enterprise recalled
to starbase 234.

Fleet admiral brackett would not
discuss the matter on subspace

for reasons she said
would soon be clear.

I apologize, captain, for the mystery,

but we must attempt to contain
the information

I'm about to reveal to you,
at least as long as possible.

I must admit,
you've piqued my curiosity, admiral.

Three weeks ago one of
our most celebrated ambassadors,

an advisor to federation leaders
for generations, disappeared.

He left no word of his destination.

Two days ago, intelligence reports
placed him on romulus,

and I assure you
it was an unauthorized visit.

Computer, initiate linkage
between this terminal

and starbase computer system
Alpha-2-9.

Computer: Linkage complete.

A defection?

If it is, the damage to federation
security would be immeasurable.

Taken on romulus
by long-range scanner.

Computer, enhance image
in section 4-delta.

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 45236.4.

As I study the intelligence reports on
ambassador Spock's disappearance,

I cannot help but feel a deeper,

more personal concern
about this mission

for I know this man
through his father.

It was barely a year ago that I shared
a mind-meld with the vulcan sarek.

Now we must meet again

as I attempt to find an explanation
for his son's actions.

We're coming into orbit of vulcan
in less than an hour, captain.

We should tell sarek's wife
of our plans.

It's already been taken care of.
She's transporting over at 0700.

She says he's too ill
to make the trip with her.

The man is dying.

And it's my honor

to tell him that his son
may have betrayed the federation.

How well do you know Spock?

I only met him once.

What I know of him comes
from history books.

And of course
my mind-meld with his father.

Well, that must cover a lot of ground.

Not as much as you'd imagine.

Sarek and Spock...

- Well, sometimes, fathers and sons...
- Oh.

Understood.

Oh, one other thing.

Take a look at this.

Turned up
during an intelligence sweep.

- Metal fragments.
- What do you make of it?

Possibly disassembled components
identified as vulcan,

recovered from
a downed ferengi vessel?

They were found in crates
marked "medical supplies."

It has been sent to vulcan
for identification.

Starfleet have requested
that we lend a hand.

Mint tea.

It has been years since I've had any.

Vulcans have some kind
of strange concoction they call mint.

You'd never recognize it.

Perrin, do you know
why I've come to vulcan?

I must talk to you about Spock.

He didn't even say goodbye
to his father before he left.

Is it possible
he could have been abducted?

He wrapped up
all of his affairs carefully.

He knew he was going.

Do you have any idea why
he might have disappeared like this?

Captain, as far as I'm concerned,
he disappeared a long time ago.

Would it be inappropriate

to ask what happened
between you and Spock?

Not between us.

Between Spock and his father.

Oh, they had argued for years.

That was family.

But when the debates
over the cardassian war began,

he attacked sarek's position.
Publicly.

He showed no loyalty for his father.

I was not aware that sarek
was offended by Spock's opposition.

I was offended.

I made sure that Spock knew it.

I'm very protective of my husband.

I do not apologize for it.

Does sarek have any idea
why Spock might have left?

I don't know.

If you could see sarek as I do,

wasting in bed,

whispering to himself...

He wants to see his son.

He wants to heal any rift
that may still remain.

Now it may be too late.

Perrin,

would you allow me to see sarek?

If it were anyone else,
I would never permit it.

But you are a part of him

and he of you.

Riker: The vulcans haven't figured out
what these fragments are,

but they've determined that the metal
is a dentarium alloy.

La forge: Well, that pretty well
indicates that they're vulcan.

And dentarium also means
that whatever this was,

it was originally designed
for use in space.

From the look of the damage, it must
have been a high-speed impact.

Yeah, ferengi cargo ship that went
down in the hanolin asteroid belt.

The debris was spread over
a hundred square kilometers.

- Could it be a weapons array?
- My first thought,

but the vulcans have no record
of any stolen weapons

or stolen parts for that matter.

This is gonna be like putting together
a big Jigsaw puzzle

when you don't even know
what the picture's supposed to be.

Yep.

He is like this most of the time.

His emotions have taken over.

Sometimes I can bring him out of it.

- Sarek.
- Unh!

You will listen.

Go from me!

Picard is here.

No more chaos!

No more.

I will leave you alone with him.

He will either acknowledge you
or he won't.

Sarek,

I've come a long way to see you.

I will not answer.

I must talk to you about your son.

I wish no one with me.

About Spock.

Spock?

He's missing.

Is that you, picard?

Hello, old friend.

- You're here on vulcan.
- I need your help.

I must find Spock.

He's not here.

I know.

He's been reported on romulus.

- Romulus?
- Yes.

Why?

I had hoped to find that out from you.

On romulus?

You're going there, aren't you?

To find him.

Do you have any idea what might
have taken him to romulus?

- No.
- Is there anyone on romulus

he might know
or choose to contact?

- Pardek.
- Who is pardek?

Who is pardek?

He is a romulan senator.

Spock has maintained a relationship
with him over the years.

I don't know how they met.

At the khitomer conference,
I'd imagine.

Pardek represented romulus?

Yes, I'm sure he did.

In fact, I recall Spock

coming to me with optimism

about maintaining a continual dialogue
with the romulans.

I told him that it was illogical
to maintain such an expectation.

Spock was always
so impressionable.

This romulan, pardek,
had no support at home.

Of course, in the end,
I was proven correct.

I gave Spock
the benefit of experience, of logic.

He never listened.

Never listened.

It has been suggested
that Spock might have defected.

Never.

I will accept many things,
but never that.

But you believe he might
have gone there to see pardek?

The romulan senator?

How do you know pardek?

I've heard of him.

That's what he's done.

He's gone to see pardek.

Do you know what business
they might have together?

I never knew what Spock was doing.

When he was a boy he would
disappear for days into the mountains.

I would ask him where he had gone,
what he had done.

He refused to tell me.

I insisted that he tell me.
He would not.

I forbade him to go, he ignored me.

I punished him, he endured it.

Silently, but always
he returned to the mountains.

One might as well ask
the river not to run.

But secretly I admired him,

that proud core of him
that would not yield.

Sarek,

we're a part of each other.

I know that he has caused you pain.

But I also know

that you love him.

Tell him, picard.

Peace and long life.

Live long and...

And...

Live long and...

Spock.

I'm sorry.

And prosper.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 45240.1.

To cross the neutral zone,
I will require a cloaked ship.

To that end, [have set a course
for the klingon homeworld.

After all we did for gowron
during the recent war,

I'm certain he will be happy
to return a favor.

Still no response from the klingons,
Mr. Worf?

- No, sir.
- He's ignoring me.

What other explanation is there?

After hailing him for three days,
he could have found a minute to talk.

- Sir.
- Yes, lieutenant?

I believe I know why our messages
are not being answered.

Gowron has been rewriting
klingon history.

- Rewriting history?
- Yes.

He is claiming that it was
his courage, his genius,

that brought an end to the civil war.

I see.

In the new version,
there is no mention made

of the federation's help
in his rise to power.

If worf's right, our arrival would be an
uncomfortable reminder of the facts.

Well, he can take all the credit
he wants, I don't care.

But I do need a ship.

If gowron won't talk to me,
get me somebody who will.

Somebody on the high council.
K'tal, perhaps.

Yes, sir. Data: Captain.

I have a visual identification
of senator pardek of romulus.

This is a barolian record
of a trade negotiation

in which pardek participated
four years ago.

- Picard: That's all?
- Yes, sir.

Run it again.

Picard: Computer, freeze.

Call up the intelligence scan
of Spock on romulus.

Computer, enhance far-left figure
and compare.

Same man. Pardek.

One question answered.

What do we know of him?

He has been in public service
since he was a young man.

A senator for nine decades.

He is considered
a man of the people.

He sponsored many reforms.

Reportedly,

romulan leadership considers him
to be somewhat of a radical

because he has been an advocate
of peace throughout his career.

I can see why Spock would
cultivate a relationship with him.

Where would we find him, other than
on the floor of the romulan senate?

The district he represents
is called the krocton segment.

He maintains a dwelling there.

- Thank you, Mr. Data.
- There is more, sir.

I have taken the Liberty of expanding
the parameters of my search,

and have discovered

that pardek has several relatives
in the krocton segment.

I believe you will be able
to locate him there

on the third day of the romulan week,
when the senate is not in session.

Mr. Data, your resourcefulness
never ceases to amaze me.

- Thank you, sir.
- Captain.

We are being hailed
by the klingon homeworld.

Gowron or k'tal?

Neither, sir.

It is the junior adjutant
to the diplomatic delegation.

Junior adjutant.

Name.

B'ijik, sir.

On-screen.

B' ij I k: Greetings, captain.

I regret to inform you that gowron
and the high council are quite busy

and won't be able
to speak with you today.

Is gowron aware

that we have been transmitting
messages for the past three days?

Captain, gowron wishes
it were possible to talk with everyone

who wants an audience,
but he is one man.

The demands on his time
are formidable.

If you would like me
to take him a message...

A message?!

Very well.

Tell gowron,

leader of the high council
of the klingon empire,

that his arbiter of succession,
Jean-Luc picard,

needs a favor.

A favor?

Picard:
I require a cloaked vessel.

A cloaked vessel

is no small favor, captain.

It is for a mission

that could have repercussions
throughout the quadrant.

How would it benefit
the klingon empire?

I'm sure gowron will ask.

The only benefit
to the klingon empire

would be our gratitude.

That is what you want me
to tell him?

Picard: Yes.

And please add that if he is unable
to provide us with a ship,

then I am sure there are others
in the klingon empire

who would be willing to help me.

They would have our gratitude.

Isee.

Also, please tell gowron
that I am immensely gratified

that he is prospering so well.

A tribute to his skilled leadership.

Crusher: They're not removable,
are they, data?

- Removable?
- Your ears.

No, doctor.
They are fully integrated components.

We'll have to do some molds
of his ears as well.

What about his skin color?

We'll have to do some tests
on his skin pigmentation.

Changing it to appear romulan
shouldn't be too difficult.

We just have to make sure we can
change it back again afterwards.

Your right eye is 0.004 higher
than your left.

Nobody's perfect, doctor, but...

If you want a proper fit
to your prosthetic, trust your tailor.

- Anything from gowron?
- No, sir,

but when you're done with your tailor,
join me in the cargo bay.

Mr. La forge has made some
progress with the metal fragments.

These two still have an appointment
with Mr. Mott

to have their hairpieces designed.

Thirty minutes, number one.

La forge: What we have here
is a navigational deflector array.

Or at least what's left of one.

Riker: Who'd want a vulcan deflector?
La forge: Beats me, commander.

Every question we answer here
seems to bring up two more.

- You're certain this is vulcan?
- Yes, sir.

Metallurgical analysis
confirmed that.

And by running
a molecular-pattern trace,

we were actually able to identify
the ship as the t'pau.

It was decommissioned years ago

and sent to the surplus depot
at qualor ii.

As far as anybody knows,
it's still there.

- Worf: Worf to captain picard.
- Yes, lieutenant?

A klingon vessel
is decloaking off our port bow.

Compliments of gowron.

Mr. Worf, will you convey
my gratitude to the captain

and advise him that Mr. Data and I
will be transporting over shortly?

Aye, sir.

I'd like to take the enterprise
to qualor ii, sir.

- See what's out there.
- Agreed.

Thank you, Mr. La forge.

I know my duty, captain.

When I am given orders, I follow them,
but I do not like secrets.

I want to know
why we are going on this mission.

I'm sorry. It's a classified matter.

You're going after the defector,
aren't you?

Defector?

Do you think information like that
stays a secret?

Ambassador Spock
has gone to romulus

and you are going after him.

Captain, your orders are to take us
to a set of coordinates near romulus

and to bring us back.

And that is all
I am prepared to discuss.

If we are discovered by the romulans,
it means death for us all.

I realize that.

Very well, captain.

We have set a course for romulus.

It may not be what you're used to
on a starfleet ship.

Quite nice. Thank you.

Captain k'vada,

is this the captain's quarters
or my own?

Both. We have limited space.

We are a military ship,
not a pleasure craft.

Of course. This will be fine.

You will sleep klingon-style.

We do not soften our bodies
by putting down a pad.

Good. I prefer it that way.

You will take your meals with us.

But we do not serve
federation food.

I've been looking forward to gagh.

Haven't had it for quite a while.
Very fresh.

Well, captain, we are
at the border of the neutral zone.

You mean to do this, do you?

Yes, I do.

Ri ker:
First officer's log, stardate 45240.6.

The enterprise is nearing qua/or ii,

home of a federation surplus depot
operated by the zakdorn.

We hope to find out
how the salvaged deflector array

ended up
in the hands of the ferengi.

I have made contact, commander.

On-screen.

I'm commander William riker from
the federation starship enterprise.

Klim dokachin,

quartermaster,
surplus depot zed-15.

I need some information
about a vulcan ship, the t'pau.

It was sent to you a few years ago.

Did you arrange an appointment?

An appointment? No.

Then / will be unable to help you.

You may communicate
with scheduling.

Who does he think he is?

The quartermaster
of the supply yard.

With information you need.

Right.

Mr. Worf,

reestablish communication.

Aye, sir.

Mr. Dokaychin...

Dokachin. Klim dokachin.

Mr. Dokachin,
the information I need

involves a matter of major importance
to the federation.

I'll need access to your logs,
your files.

My people can do the work.

I don't allow outsiders
into my computer system.

All right. One of your people
can do the work.

I wish [had the people to spare.
I don't.

Well, sir, what would you suggest?

I don't know.

Contact me when you reach orbit.

I don't believe this.

He's king of his particular hill,
commander.

You'll have to treat him that way.

Counselor, this feels
like a perfect job for you.

Thank you for coming on board,
Mr. Dokachin.

Quite a ship you have.

We're tied into your computers
if you'd like to access the files.

I don't usually see them
in such good condition.

By the time they get to me,
they're always falling apart.

Mr. Dokachin,
we must find this ship

and you're the only one
who can help us.

Who are you?

Deanna troi, ship's counselor.

He probably figures
that we don't get to see

a lot of handsome women
out this way

and someone like you might get
a little more cooperation from me.

He's probably right.

What was the name of that ship?
The t'pau?

The t'pau, vulcan registry.

There. Logged in stardate 41344.

- Where is the ship now?
- Docked.

Section 18-gamma-12.

- You want me to take you there?
- I'd appreciate it.

Helmsman, lay in a heading,
141 by 208.

Ahead slow, 200 kph.

- This is your first visit to a junkyard?
- Mm-hm.

You'd be surprised
at some of the things

I find on board these ships.

I once found a 14-foot caldorian eel

on board a freighter
in someone's locker.

Are you serious?

If you have time, I'll show it to you.
I still have it.

We are approaching the designated
coordinates, commander.

On-screen.

What? Where is it?
What happened to it?

These are the correct coordinates.

- The t'pau is missing?
- The t'pau...

Is missing.

How could a ship disappear
from your depot?

I'm not accustomed to losing things,
commander.

I will find your ship for you.

I have the t'pau cross-referenced
in four different directories.

When it was brought here,
was it stripped of material,

- armament, sensors?
- Of course.

Can you tell us what happened
to its navigational deflector?

It was routed to the Tripoli,

a holding vessel
on the outer rim of the shipyard.

It's not there anymore.
What's left of that deflector

is laid out
on the floor of our cargo bay.

How can that be?

Perhaps we should
pay a visit to the Tripoli.

In all the time that the zakdorn
have operated this depot,

nothing has ever been lost. Never.

Approaching the coordinates
of the Tripoli.

On-screen.

I do not understand this.
This is not possible.

We beam goods to the Tripoli
on a regular schedule.

There was a shipment yesterday.

Another one is set for today.
It must be there.

When is today's transport?

Just over two hours from now.

A shipment of deuterium
storage tanks.

Ensign, align the enterprise

so we appear to be
one of the abandoned ships.

Mr. La forge, when we're in position,
shut down the engines

and all systems except sensors
and life support.

Aye, sir.

I have a feeling someone's going to be
there to receive those storage tanks.

Be very interested
to know who that is.

These quarters were obviously
intended for one crewman, sir.

There is but a single sleeping space.

I'm sure the klingons found it amusing
to put us in here together.

Since I do not require sleep,
I propose you take the...

Shelf, sir. I am content to stand.

Very well, Mr. Data. Thank you.

Are you comfortable, sir?

- I suppose so.
- Good night, captain.

Sleep well, sir.

Thank you.

What are you doing?

Sir? Was I making noise, sir?

No, not exactly.

I was processing all
of the information

we have accumulated
on romulan society.

I am preparing for the task
of impersonating a romulan.

I see.

Would you like me
to discontinue, sir?

No. No, please, go on.

- What are you looking at?
- I am not looking at anything, sir.

I am continuing to organize my files.

But you were looking at me.

I am sorry
if I was disturbing you, sir.

I will not look in your direction.

Do you not wish to sleep, sir?

I don't think so, Mr. Data.

- Let's go on with the files.
- I would be happy to.

I have been studying
the krocton segment as you asked

and have chosen the proper site
for our transport.

K'vada:
Captain k 'vada to picard.

Please come to the bridge.

K'vada: Captain.

We've monitored a subspace message
that might interest you.

Sarek is dead.

Commander, sensors detect a ship
approaching at warp speed.

Idenfificafion?

Negative. No transponder signal.
No subspace marker.

Sounds like
they don't wanna be identified.

The ship is coming out of warp, sir.

On-screen.

La forge:
Sensors indicate a combat vessel.

Origin, undetermined.

Heavily armed.

Mass and density suggest
that it's fully loaded with cargo.

I'd say from these internal scans that
a good deal of that cargo is weaponry.

The ship is entering
sector 12-delta-4.

He's taking the position
assigned to the Tripoli.

The coordinates are identical.

Commander, readings indicate
surface-to-ship transport has begun.

Mr. La forge,
bring the engines back online

- and restore all systems to normal.
La forge: Aye, sir.

He's powering up engines,
turning to starboard.

- Open a channel.
- Open.

This is commander William riker
of the USS enterprise.

Identify yourself.

I repeat, you have entered
a federation depot. Identify yourself.

Sir, the ship is locking phasers.

Shields up. Red alert.

That ship easily matches
our armament, commander.

It's coming about.

If you do not respond to our hails,

we will take that as evidence
of hostile action.

There is an energy buildup
in their phaser banks.

Sir, they're activating weapons.

Forward shields down to 72 percent.

- Boost power to the shields.
- La forge: Aye, sir.

Mr. Worf,

lock on to their weapon systems only
and prepare to fire.

Forward shields down to 68 percent,
aft shields 40 percent.

On my Mark, 0.75 burst.
We just wanna get their attention.

Ready, sir.

Fire.

Their forward shields
are damaged, sir.

We destroyed
one of their phaser arrays.

Looks like collateral damage
in the cargo area.

Commander, I'm picking up
massive power fluctuations.

Internal explosions.

With all the armament
that ship is carrying, it's gonna blow.

Picard:
Well, Mr. Data, what do you think?

I would not have
thought it possible, sir.

I am eager to test
the success of our efforts.

It does remain to be seen
whether the romulans will accept us.

Captain,

you have seemed unusually pensive

since we received the news
of ambassador sarek's death.

Sarek and I share a particular bond.

Our lives touched in an unusual way.

I admit,
I feel the effects of his death.

The tenor of this mission
has changed, Mr. Data.

At least it has for me.

We were sent to confront Spock
about his disappearance

and now I also have to tell him
that his father is dead.

I do not entirely understand, sir.

As a vulcan, ambassador Spock
would simply see death

as the logical result
of his father's illness.

It's never quite that simple.
Not even for a vulcan.

Certainly not for Spock,
who is half human.

Years spent in conflict

and now the chance to resolve
those differences is gone.

Considering the exceptionally long
lifespan of vulcans,

it does seem odd
that sarek and Spock

did not choose to resolve
those differences in the time allowed.

Father and son.

Both proud, both stubborn.

More alike than either of them
were prepared to admit.

A lifetime spent
building emotional barriers.

They're very difficult to break down.

And now the time has come
when it's too late.

It's a difficult moment.

It's a lonely one.

It's a moment
that Spock is about to face.

Don't you two look sweet.

Be careful, Android.

Some romulan beauty
might take a liking to you.

Lick that paint right off your ears.

You. Do you know
what the romulans will do to you

if they discover who you are?

I have a good idea.

We're ready to transport
down to the surface.

Just so we understand each other,

my orders don't include
rescue missions.

Senator pardek.

You received my message.

I got here as quickly as I could,
proconsul.

What do you know of this human?

Jean-Luc picard. A starfleet captain.

I know nothing of him.

Then you haven't seen him recently?

To my knowledge,
I have never seen him.

I have received intelligence
indicating he's on his way here.

Perhaps here already.

Here on romulus?

Yes. Curious, isn't it?

I suppose we'd better find out
if the report is accurate

or merely rumor.

Circulate his likeness
among the security forces.

Remind them that if he is here,
he's probably disguised as one of us.

I'll see to it.

This is definitely the street

on which the intelligence scan
of Spock and pardek was taken, sir.

Adjusting for the optical distortions,

I am able to verify
the architectural features.

Where were they standing?

Data, you're moving about
in a very...

Well, Android way.

I am sorry, captain.
I will be more careful.

Don't call me "captain."

I understand, sir.

I have found the place
where they were standing.

- Where?
- It is here.

At this doorway.

A legal intercessor's office.

The name is similar to pardek's.

It would appear to be
one of his relatives.

Not open for business yet.

Nonetheless, I recommend we keep
this location under observation.

I have clearly determined
pardek's routine.

On days when the senate
is not in session,

he invariably comes to this section
after the median hour.

Very well.

Let's sample the local cuisine,
shall we?

Do you happen to know

what time the intercessor's office
across the way opens?

Why do you wanna know?

I need his services.
He was recommended.

I haven't seen you here before.

We are here for the day.
From the city of rateg.

Rateg? I don't think so.

Why do you say that?

You don't sound
like you're from rateg.

It is a misconception that all rategs
speak with a particular inflection.

In fact, there are 12 different...

We come from several kilometers
outside the city.

Or perhaps you come from
the security forces

to watch the intercessor's office.
Is he in trouble?

You're mistaken, madam.

Doesn't matter to me.
I don't know when he opens.

Eatyoursoup,
courtesy of a loyal establishment.

I don't think
we can stay here too long.

We may not have to.

Direct your view
to the far corner, sir.

- Very good, senator.
- Female: Excuse me, senator.

We seem to be
having some problems.

Is that not pardek?

I believe it is.

Perhaps you should appear
to enjoy your soup, sir.

I'll take care of that. Come with me.

- Do not move.
- What?

- Hey, you've made a mistake.
- Quiet. Come with us.

- Wait here.
- What for?

What have you brought us here for?

Pardek: Welcome to romulus,
captain picard.

Don't let our soldiers frighten you.

We had to get you off the street
as quickly as we could.

Romulan security
knows that you're here.

I am pardek.

You are among friends, captain.

I have come on an urgent mission
from the federation.

I'm looking for ambassador Spock.

Male: Indeed.

You have found him, captain picard.