All language subtitles for Star Trek The Next Generation S05E26

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 459591.

The enterprise has been recalled
to sector 001 on a priority mission.

All we've been told is
that evidence has been discovered

indicating the presence
of extraterrestrials on earth.

Five centuries ago.

Man: Work crews were down here
installing seismic regulators

when they found
some remarkable artifacts.

Picard: It's been determined
that they date back

- to the late 19th century?
- Yes.

Picard: Ah.

Data: The bifocal visual aid
is typical of the era.

The weapon is a .45 caliber
double action cavalry pistol,

- invented by Colt firearms in 1873.
- Here.

Look inside the watch.

Picard: Hmm.

What makes you think
that extraterrestrials were related

to these discoveries?

The crew was having a problem
with the regulators.

Something inside the cavern
was interfering

with the phase conditioners.

It turned out to be the cavern itself.

The composition of the rock face
has been altered

by exposure to triolic waves.

Which you're not going to find on earth
in either the 19th or 24th century.

Picard: Triolic waves?

The by-product of an energy source
employed by very few species

because of its deleterious effect
on living tissue.

We've confirmed that no one has been
in or out of this cavern in centuries.

So, we are left
with a 500-year-old mystery.

I'm curious, doctor.

There are far greater experts on earth
to investigate your mystery.

Why bring the enterprise
all the way home?

As we continued our excavation,

we found one other thing
I haven't shown you yet.

We've tried to leave everything
as we found it.

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 45960.2.

We have transported
the materials discovered

in the cavern
back to the ship for analysis.

I wish I could be as dispassionate
about the implications

as my second officer.

Data: Interesting.

There is a 12 percent
decomposition of bitanium

in the neural pathway links.

That suggests
that the alloys are vulnerable...

Data, how can you look inside that,
analyze the decomposition without...

- Emotion, sir?
- Yes.

I am simply trying to make
an objective assessment.

- Data, is this yours?
- I believe so, sir.

- Could it be lore?
- No, sir.

My brother's positronic brain has

a type I
phase-discriminating amplifier.

- Mine is a type r.
- Type r?

Yes, sir.

Can you predict how long
this has been in the cavern?

Decomposition strongly indicates

that life was terminated
approximately 500 years ago.

That would be consistent
with the other artifacts we recovered.

Your head is not an artifact.

In relative terms, perhaps not.

Nevertheless, it seems clear
that my life is to end

- in the late 19th century.
- Not if we can help it.

There is no way anyone
can prevent it, sir.

At some future date,

I will be transported back
to 19th-century earth, where I will die.

It has occurred.

It will occur.

Well, I can't tell you exactly
who the aliens were,

but I have found out a few things.

The triolicized rock face tells us
that we're probably dealing

with a species
with microcentrum cell membranes.

Triolic waves wouldn't harm them.

It also might mean
they're shape shifters of some kind.

They could have appeared
on earth as humans?

Mm-hm. I don't think it's anybody
we've ever run into before.

Nothing we've found matches up
with any known life forms.

What does match up

is a cellular fossil

which might have been along
just for the ride.

Cellular fossil?

A microscopic ciliated life form.

Not unlike a thousand
other single-cell life forms

you'd find on any planet surface,

except this particular one
is lb-10445.

And lb-10445 is only known to exist
on one place:

Devidia ii. The marrab sector.

- Number one, lay in a course.
- On my way.

So, do you want to talk about it?

Are you referring to the foreknowledge
of my death?

I have no particular desire
to discuss the matter.

- Do you need to talk about it?
- Yeah.

Ah. Why?

Data, this has got to bother you
a little.

On the contrary.
I find it rather comforting.

Comforting?

I have often wondered
about my own mortality

as I have seen others
around me age.

Until now it has been
theoretically possible

that I would live
an unlimited period of time.

And although some might find
this attractive,

to me it only reinforces the fact
that I am...

Artificial.

I never knew how tough
this must be for you.

Tough?

As in, difficult?

Knowing that you would outlive
all your friends...

I expected to make new friends.

True.

And then to outlive them as well.

Now that you know
that you might not?

It provides a sense of completion
to my future.

In a way, I am not that different
from anyone else.

I can now look forward to death.

Never thought of it that way.

One might also conclude

that it brings me one step closer
to being human.

- I am mortal.
- Picard: Picard to officers.

We 're approaching
the devidia system.

Report to your stations.

I'll see you later.

Let's get together for a game of chess
or something, okay?

Thatsounded
like a very intense discussion.

They found data's head a mile
beneath San Francisco.

Been down there
about five centuries.

That's why the enterprise has been
sent back to earth.

- I didn't realize...
- Something, isn't it?

He seems fine about it.

Better than I am.

Well, I'd better get to engineering.

Full circle.

- I heard about data.
- Yeah.

It's having an unusually
traumatic effect on everyone.

If you don't want to talk about it,
it's okay.

- I'm fine. I'm just...
- Angry.

I'm not angry.

Yeah, I'm angry.

Why should I be angry?

Maybe because it reminds us
of our own mortality.

I just don't wanna believe it.

Have you ever heard data
define friendship?

How did he put it?

"As I experience certain sensory
input patterns,

my mental pathways
become accustomed to them.

The inputs eventually are anticipated
and even missed when absent."

So, what's the point?

He's used to us.

And we're used to him.

It's like finding out someone you love
has a terminal illness and...

Counselor. Commander.

Would either of you mind
if I made a personal inquiry?

Personal inquiry?
No, go right ahead.

I am perceiving an apparent change
in the way others behave toward me.

For example, people abruptly and
conversations when I appear,

just as you did
when the turbolift doors opened.

Is that an accurate observation?

- Not at all.
- Yes.

- Yes.
- You're right, data,

and it's not a very nice thing to do.

It's just that our mental pathways
have become accustomed

to your sensory input patterns.

Hmm. I understand.

I am also fond of you,
commander.

And you as well, counselor.

Riker: We're in orbit.
Picard: Any sign of life?

- Negative, sir.
- Captain.

Sensors are picking up
an unusual temporal disturbance

on a small area
of the planet's surface:

42 degrees, seven minutes north

by 88 degrees, declination east.

Temporal disturbance?

Put us in the standard orbit
above those coordinates.

Spectral analysis shows
a high level of triolic waves

emanating from the same location.

Any correlation with the readings
we received from earth?

Affirmative, sir.

Magnetic signature is identical
to the one found in the cavern.

Would those triolic waves
be dangerous to humanoids?

Only with long term exposure, sir.
There is no immediate threat.

- Take an away team.
- Worf.

Geordi, troi, join me
in transporter room 3

for an away team.

- Commander?
- Mr. Data.

I need your help to monitor
the sensor readings

during this investigation.

Captain, may I speak to you alone?

Sir, it is standard procedure

that the second officer
accompany the away team.

Yes. Yes, Mr. Data,
I am aware of that.

Then I must assume your decision
is related to the discovery on earth of—-

I think it is reasonable
to take precautions.

Captain, there is
no rational justification

- for this course.
- Then I'll be irrational.

It is possible, sir,

that the events leading to my death
will not occur for years.

- Even centuries.
- I hope that's true, Mr. Data.

Nevertheless, this investigation began
with your death.

I'm simply trying to see
that it doesn't end that way.

I appreciate your concern, captain,

but to employ an aphorism,
one cannot cheat fate.

Cheat fate?

Perhaps we can't, Mr. Data,

but at least we can give it a try.

La forge:

The concentration of triolic waves
falls off about here.

Riker: Mm-hmm.

It increases exponentially
the closer in we go.

What's the source?
Is something underground?

- Negative, commander.
- What's the explanation?

I don't have one yet.

- La forge to enterprise.
- Data: Go ahead.

Data, run a spectral field correlation
for me.

Find out if these triolic readings
are in any way related

- to the temporal distortions.
- Acknowledged.

Deanna?

There's life here.

An old woman.

Dozens more, hundreds.

Terrified.

My god, will, they're human.

Riker: Whatever they
are, troi's convinced they're human.

They may be trapped somehow.

- We're not sure.
- Captain,

the results of my temporal analysis
may be pertinent.

- Picard: Go ahead.
- Geordi,

it indicates a synchronic distortion
in the areas emanating triolic waves.

That explains a few things.
How much, data?

Data: A positive displacement
of 0.004 percent.

Well, whatever or whoever is there,
we're out of phase with it,

but we're only talking
by a fraction of a second.

A fraction of a second
would make them invisible?

A millisecond, a year,
it wouldn't make any difference.

If what we're reading is true,

then we're occupying
the same space,

- but in a different time.
- How do we compensate?

Data:
Commander, we might be able

to manipulate
the synchronic distortion.

La forge:
Maybe. If we were able to create

a contained subspace force field.

But to get a 0.004 variance,

we'd need an incredibly
sensitive phase discriminator, data.

I don't think we have one
that would even come close.

Data: Yes, we do.

It is built
into my positronic decompiler.

It will be necessary for me
to join the away team, sir.

Proceed, Mr. Data.

Mr. Data? Data: Sir.

Let me give you a hand
with that, data.

Once I have adjusted
the force field

I will no longer be visible,
commander.

I have taken steps, however, to ensure
that you will still be able to hear me,

if you will assist me in a test
of the com system.

My voice will be transmitted on a delay
correlated to the phase adjustment.

That should allow me
to maintain verbal contact.

- Will we be able to talk to you?
- Data: No, sir.

That will not be possible.

The subspace field
has been established.

You're set to go, data.

Adjusting the synchronic distortion.

Data:
I have made visual contact.

There are life forms here.

They are either unaware of me
or choosing to ignore me.

I am moving approximately 10 meters
north of my starting position

to observe more closely.

They range from 2 to 3 meters
in height,

silver gray in color.
They have four limbs.

No eyes or ears are noticeable.

There is a single orifice

where a humanoid forehead
would ordinarily be.

They are reclined
against the rock face

surrounding an apparatus
of some sort,

approximately 1.5 meters in height.

It is releasing what appear to be
energy fragments

which are then ingested
by the entities through the orifice,

perhaps some sort of nourishment.

The upper portion of the apparatus
seems to be a holding facility

for the energy segments.

There are hundreds,
perhaps thousands,

of these fragments inside.

I have resumed a northerly direction.
There is no evidence yet of humans.

Okay, that's enough, data.
Come on back now.

Data: I have encountered another
life form. An ophidian.

It seems to be restricted
by a force field.

Two of the silver-gray entities
are approaching it.

They have released the force field.

Data: I am reading a temporal
distortion of massive...

The ophidian is capa...

My space continuum...

Caught in the after effect.
I am attempting...

Riker: Over here.
Picard: Commander riker, report.

We've lost him.

Excuse me.

Uh, pardon me.

I am searching for two individuals
with an ophidian.

A snake.

- Frenchman. Ha-ha-ha!
- Ha-ha-ha!

Man:
Could you help out a forty-niner?

I fell down a shaft.
I got blown up in a tunnel.

- That is unfortunate.
- It is most unfortunate.

I require large amounts of whiskey,
as a liniment.

I am sorry, but I have no whiskey
to give you.

I'll take a dime.

I am sorry,
but I have no form of legal tender.

Oh. We're in the same boat, huh?

Well, this is my street.

You'll have to go find one
of your own.

I would be happy to do so,

but I am presently
in search of information.

Oh. Stockbrokers are cheap as hell.

Don't even bother to ask.

Your best handout is
some young fella with his lady.

You give him a chance to show her
he's generous.

Steer clear of sailors.

Most likely, you'll get a fist
across your jaw for your trouble.

Thank you for your advice,

but I am trying to find
two individuals with a snake.

- A snake?
- Mm.

You're an odd fella, aren't you?

But just don't be too particular
where you get your funds from.

You are in need of medical attention.
I will get a doctor.

No, no, no, it's too late for that.

Oh. Could you help out a forty-niner?

Hey, put it on gentleman Jim.
Knockout in the fifth.

Man: All right.

Sir, I need temporary lodging.

Heh. Looks like the missus booted
you out in the middle of the night.

Ah. I understand the source
of your misperception.

However, this is not sleepwear.
And I do not have a missus.

- I am a frenchman.
- Oh.

Well, everybody's from somewhere.
Now that doesn't matter at this hotel.

It's six bits a day
or four dollars a week.

- I have no money.
- Well, now, that matters.

But I am capable of performing
significant tasks,

both mental and physical.

Perhaps your hotel
would offer me a job.

Jeez, I don't know.

We're pretty happy
with the maid we've got.

The cook's decent,
the dishwasher's drunk all day,

but at least he gets here on time.

And, uh, there's me.

I do everything else around here.

Sorry.

Lady luck not with you tonight,
Mr. Lane?

Poor fella.

Hasn't filled a straight
in five weeks.

Poker?

Man 1: Fold.

Man 2: Me too.

- Go to blazes.
- Man 1: Heh-heh-heh.

A poker face carved in marble.

- Men: Heh-heh-heh.
- Excuse me, gentlemen.

- What in the hell do you want?
- I would like to join the game.

Pale face.

I don't like easterners, personally.

- I am a frenchman.
- Ah.

Please, sir.

The game is poker.
The deal is yours.

The ante is four bits.

Family heirloom?

In a manner of speaking.

It is a crystalline composite
of silicon, beryllium,

- carbon 70, and...
- Gold.

Gold.

I'll give you three dollars for it.

Iaccept

Did you see the looks on their faces?
I did everything I could not to laugh.

To whom are you referring?

Frederick la rouque
and Joe falling hawk.

Those guys are card sharks.

Sure, they play easy at first,
not to scare off the marks,

but you give them a little time,
they'll bleed a man dry.

Especially a out-of—towner
like yourself.

What was the source
of your jocular reaction?

- What was it you found humorous?
- Oh.

Don't you see?
They had you pegged for a sap.

The clothes you got on,
the way you talk.

It's like you were born yesterday.

- You sure fooled them though.
- It was not my intention to deceive.

Well, have it your way.
This is the place.

Breakfast's at 6 to 8.

Checkout's at noon,
when you're ready to leave.

Thank you.

It has been a pleasure.

It would be advisable
to monitor that cough.

I have read that there is currently
a cholera epidemic in San Francisco.

Never felt better.

Of course. The gratuity.

- Thank you for your assistance.
- A dollar?

If there's anything you need...

It can get lonely in San Francisco.

You might want some company.
I can introduce you to, uh, Lillian.

I have no need for companionship.

However, I do require
some supplies.

Anything you need,
I can get it for you wholesale.

I can get it for you less
than wholesale,

it, uh, you don't ask me
where it came from.

Well, what do you need
all this stuff for?

- I am an inventor.
- No kidding?

Well, this stuff's gonna take a while,
I'll have to go clear across town.

And it's not gonna be cheap.

Will this be enough?

More than enough.

You may retain the surplus
for yourself.

- Keep the change?
- Exactly.

Done.

Help out a forty-niner.

Fell down a shaft.

Forty-niner.

Help me.

Help me out.

Picard:
Captain's log, supplemental.

Close-range sensor analysis
has yielded

no further trace
of commander data.

Despite the emotional repercussions
among my crew

I must move this mission forward.

I'm not willing to accept that he's dead
and just leave it at that.

We cannot make
Mr. Data our priority.

What is more important than data?

Look at what we have so far.

Evidence that these aliens
have been traveling in time to earth.

What if they're trying to undermine
our history for some reason?

Some kind of guerilla war?

We must assume
that there is a threat.

If not to us,
then to 19th-century earth.

We have to determine
what that threat may be.

Mr. La forge,
we have to find some way

to communicate
with these life forms.

It's not going to be easy to reproduce
what data did.

We can create a contained
subspace field

but we'd need an extraordinarily
sensitive phase discriminator

- to get that 0.004 variance.
- Can you build one?

It won't be as good as data's.

- Will it be good enough?
- La forge: I don't know, I can try.

It's gonna take some time though.

I don't want anyone else
going in alone.

La forge: I can probably create
a large enough subspace field

to encompass everyone,
but adjusting the phase inside the field,

that's gonna be the hard part.

Make it so.

We have to assume one thing, sir.

Wherever data may be,
he's doing the same thing we are,

which is trying to get
to the bottom of this.

He may have a better idea
about what's going on

so it might be in the best interest
of this mission to find him.

Perhaps in the course
of this investigation, we will.

I hope so.

If we find commander data,

it may be our fate to die
with him in the past.

If our remains are in that cavern,

they would have turned
to dust long ago.

Picard: I'm afraid to interrupt.

Captain.

You didn't have to come
all the way down here.

I would have been more than happy
to have come up to you.

And miss all this?

I haven't seen
such a complex operation

since the academy lab final
in exochemistry.

It's a tzartak aperitif.

It's very, very touchy.

The trick is to change
the evaporation point

of the main ingredient.

You want the temperature
where the liquid goes to vapor

to be a half a degree below
the body temperature of the customer.

That way,

when the liquid touches the tongue,

it evaporates and the flavor is carried
entirely by the vapor.

A few molecules off,

the vapor point crashes and, poof,

it's all gone. All of it.

What is it you wanted
to see me about?

I hear you're sending an away team
down to the surface.

- — Uh-huh.
- Are you going?

Well, now, this is rather unusual

for you to be curious
about an away mission.

Maybe it's an unusual away mission.

If you have something to say,
I'm listening.

Starfleet captains don't usually
accompany away teams.

It's general policy.

This time you have to.

Why?

You just do.

Do you remember
the first time we met?

Of course.

Don't be so sure.

I just mean,

if you don't go on this mission...

We'll never meet.

- Sorry it took so long, Mr. Data.
- Apology is not necessary.

Whoa. Hey.

- — Ow.
- Are you all right?

- I believe I have over-exerted myself.
- Yeah, I'll say.

- Did you get it working?
- Yes.

- Whatever it is...
- This is for your trouble.

What are you going to do
with the anvil?

I require a low intensity
magnetic field core.

I believe the iron mass
of the anvil will provide that.

Well, uh, what's it gonna be
when it's finished?

What do you think it is gonna be?

If I were to guess,
maybe a new kind of motor

for one of those horseless carriages.

- That is a good guess.
- Hot damn.

You really think
there's money in those things?

Isn't that what makes
america great?

To what are you referring?

Well, a man rides into town
in his pajamas,

wins a grubstake at a poker table,

turns it into a horseless carriage
and makes a million bucks.

That's america.

I believe I have given you
an erroneous impression.

You know, someday,
my ship's gonna come in.

- You have a ship?
- Oh, yeah.

And it's full of gold too.

I'm just biding my time
till it gets here.

Raising a stake any way I can.

I've been a newsie,
cut fish at a cannery,

heck, I've even been
an oyster pirate.

You have had a considerable
spectrum of occupations.

Yeah, well, you can't stay
in one place too long.

I'm always looking for the angle,
you know?

Say, maybe you and I could go
into business together.

Selling your horseless carriage and all.
You invent them, I sell them.

I can sell anybody anything.

What do you say?

I believe your plan is
a bit premature.

Well, keep it in mind though.

I'd better get back.

Oh, I forgot.

I got you something
at the bakery on third.

- Oh. Thank you, Jack.
- Oh, no. It's on me, partner.

Clemons: The eminent scientist,
Alfred Russell Wallace,

has revived the theory
that earth is at the center

of the stellar universe.

This, uh, distinguished,

natural...

Philosopher has reaffirmed
our planet

as the only habitable globe
in the heavens.

A world, furthermore, constructed

for the sole benefit of man.

He's got a lot of folks excited
about the notion.

My dear Mr. Clemens,
why do I think you're not one of them?

Heh-heh. Your suspicions,
madam guinan, are undoubtedly based

upon your keen observational skills.
Heh-heh.

Now, if you'll permit me,

hlconfinue
my character assassination.

Unimpeded.

My dear Mr. Clemens,
please do, please do.

Clemons: According to our best
geologic estimate,

the earth is approximately
one hundred million years of age.

Perhaps it is less, perhaps more.

Perhaps a great deal more.

Indeed. But regardless,
it is ancient in the extreme.

Now, geology also tells us
that man himself has existed

but for a microscopic fraction
of those years.

Curious, isn't it?

That the world got by
for such a great long while

with no humans around
to fill up space.

I suppose Mr. Wallace
and his supporters would say

that the earth needed
all that time

to prepare itself
for our illustrious arrival.

Why the oyster alone

probably required 15 million years

to get it to come out just right. Heh.

Guinan:
Well, if the earth is not alone

and there are millions
of inhabited planets in the heavens...

Clemons: Quite my point.

Man becomes a trivial creation,
does he not?

Lost in the vastness
of the cosmic prairie,

a drift on the deep ocean of time.

A single one amongst, heh...

Countless others.

Some may argue,

that a diamond is still a diamond,

even if it is one amongst millions.
It still shines as brightly.

Someone might say that,
dear lady,

if someone thought
that the human race was akin

to a precious Jewel.

But this, uh...

Increasingly hypothetical someone
would not be me.

- Good afternoon, sir.
- Good afternoon.

- I would like to speak to guinan.
- And you are?

Could it be under another name?

I can't seem to find your name
on the guest list, sir.

I am a personal friend.

Madam guinan has discovered
many personal friends

since the newspaper announcement,

but if your name is not
on the guest list,

- there's nothing I can do.
- It is urgent that I speak to her.

Sir, unless you leave
this house immediately,

I will send for the police.

That is an excellent idea.
I will wait for them in there.

Sir, please, you can't go in there.

Data: Guinan.

Excuse me.

I must speak to you immediately.

Forgive me, madam,
hejust barged right in.

I am sorry for the disruption,

but he would not believe me
when I told him we were friends.

Do I know you, mister...

Yes. We were on a ship together.

Well, I do so much traveling.
What ship would that be?

- The enterprise.
- Is that a clipper ship?

- It is a starship.
- Starship?

- What registry would that be?
- Of course.

Mr. Dat... oh, heh-heh.

Excuse us. We have so much
to catch up on.

Excuse us, just... how are you?

What exactly are you?

Android. Artificial life form.

Did my father send you here?
Because if he did, you must go back

- and tell him I'm not done listening to...
- I was not sent by your father.

Circumstances demand
that I take you into my confidence.

I require your assistance.

- Sorry.
- I am from the 24th century,

where you and I serve
aboard a starship.

And?

Our ship encountered a species

who appears to be threatening
19th-century earth.

I investigated and was inadvertently
pulled into their temporal vortex.

When I saw your photograph
in the newspaper,

I assumed you had joined me
from the future.

From the enterprise.
I knew your species was long-lived,

but I did not realize
you had visited earth so long ago.

Eavesdropping is by no means
a proper activity for a gentleman.

Nonetheless,

the deed is done.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 45965.3.

An away team has beamed
to the surface with a device

which may enable them
to phase shift into the alien world.

Okay, counselor, right over there.

The triolic waves end right here.

Mr. Worf.

- Sir?
- How soon will you be ready?

We're ready now, captain.

The subspace field is established.

I'd be more comfortable
if you'd monitor our progress

- from the bridge, captain.
Picard: I've reason to believe

that my presence on this mission
is imperative.

- Riker: Imperative?
- Yes.

Mr. Worf, you will report back
to the bridge.

Sir, as chief of security,
my place is at your side.

The security of the enterprise is
of Paramount importance, Mr. Worf.

Yes, sir.

- Worf to enterprise.
- Man: Go ahead, sir.

Beam me up.

Proceed, Mr. La forge.

I've modified this tricorder to interface
with the subspace generator.

It should allow me to control
the phase discrimination,

assuming this is gonna work at all.

I'll need everyone inside the field.

Adjusting synchronic distortion.

If we can see them,
why can't they see us?

The phase displacement might not
bring us far enough

into their perceptual range.

These strands appear to be
biomagnetic.

Variable flux,
possibly organic in origin.

There's no life here.

What I have sensed is
more like an imprint.

An echo of the last moment of life.

Human life.

They all died in terror.

Oh, my god.

They're delivering more of them
for the others to ingest.

Look at what he's carrying.