All language subtitles for Star Trek The Next Generation S06E01

Narrator: Last time
on Star Trek: The next generation:

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

Been down there
about five centuries.

At some future date,
I will be transported

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

It has occurred. It will occur.

Do I know you, Mr...?

We were on a ship together,
the enterprise.

Is that a clipper ship?

It is a starship.

Starship?

My god, they're delivering
more of them for the others to ingest.

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.

Our ship encountered a species

who appears to be threatening
19th-century earth.

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?

Do you remember
the first time we met?

- Of course.
- Don't be so sure.

If you don't go on this mission,
we'll never meet.

Narrato r:
And now the conclusion.

Clemens:
Ah, I've long been interested

in the notion of time travelers.

In fact, I wrote a book about it.

It chronicles a tale of a man of our era
who fouls the sixth century

by introducing newfangled gadgets
and weapons,

all in the name of progress.

But this idea of time travel,

not so far-fetched as it might seem.

In fact, I have just learned
that even now,

there are people from the future
right here, in San Francisco,

and I have no doubt
that their intent is to foul our world

just like my yankee did
in king Arthur's time.

Well, sir, heh, let me serve notice.

As soon as I have
the necessary evidence,

I intend to expose them
and make it absolutely clear

that they are not welcome here.

Yes, sir, and will this be a sequel
to Connecticut yankee, Mr. Twain?

Name is clemens, boy.
Sam clemens.

- That's with an e.
- With an e.

Excuse me.

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.

Riker: The coroner said

this is where they kept
all the cholera victims.

It doesn't make sense that
so many people are dying of cholera.

It just isn't that virulent.

Will.

This is strange.

What is it?

The cerebellum,
the cerebral cortex, the brain stem,

the entire nervous system, has been
depleted of electrochemical energy.

Crusher: Here's another one.

Same neural depletion.

These people did not die of cholera.

They died because their neural energy
was drained somehow.

Drained?

And taken to devidia ii
for those aliens to ingest?

If you were a time traveler
with a taste for human neural energy,

where would you get your supply?

I would travel back to a time

when there were plagues
and epidemics

so I could murder
and use the disease as a cover.

Hyah, hyah.

Over half of the victims
whose neural energy had been drained

came from
the sisters of hope infirmary.

The charity hospital
near the waterfront.

If the aliens have been
killing people there,

well, someone might have noticed
something unusual.

And if they're moving
among humans,

then they must have taken
on human form,

but the question is, how do we know
who we're looking for?

The tricorder indicated triolic activity

from most of the bodies
we've looked at.

If the aliens left that sort of signature,
they'll be detectable.

You know, we might even be able
to rig some kind of alien alarm system.

Any luck contacting data?

None.

Tricorder's broadcasting
random emissions

on all frequencies
his subprocessors might pick up,

but the range is limited.

Almost anything could interfere.

She's back.

Carmichael: Mr. Picard?

Yes, Mrs. Carmichael.

Mr. Picard,
I'll be reminding you that it's 1:00.

Carmichael:
One o'clock on a Thursday.

I'm sure I made it clear to you
that the rent is always due,

payable in full,
by 1:00 on wednesdays.

Ah, yes, uh,

the rent.

Uh, Mrs. Carmichael...

Even now, my, uh...

My troupe are in rehearsals
for a new production.

Carmichael: Oh?

I haven't heard of any new production.
What play is it?

The play?

A midsummer night's dream.

We have performed in London,
Paris, Milan...

Milan, to sold-out houses.

I can assure you, you will have
the rent in full, with a bonus.

Oh, no, no, no.

I've heard you
silver-tongued devils before.

I'll have my rent in full
tomorrow by 1:00,

or you'll be out performing
on the street.

I wouldn't do this for just anyone,
Mr. Clemens.

And I hope you won't spread it
around that I let you in.

- You know, people start talking.
- Of course not, Jack.

And I assure you that Mr. Data
would be most upset if you didn't.

If I can't find that letter of intent
that he left me,

our major investor is going to pull out
and take his business elsewhere.

It has to do with Mr. Data's engine,
doesn't it?

- Engine?
- Well, yes.

- Oh, yes.
- Heh.

Yes, this is exactly what it's all about.

- Heh.

You know, Mr. Clemens,
I'm gonna do you another favor today.

Clemens:

You're always looking
for good stories, right?

- Mm-hm.
- Well, I've got a real humdinger for you.

The story of my life.

Now, I know you may think I'm young,
but I've covered a lot of ground,

and if I do say so myself, it'd make
for some pretty fascinating reading.

So, what do you think?

About what?

About writing my life story.
You and me.

Literary partners, of course.

Young man, I have a Maxim
that I have always lived by:

"No one is more qualified
to write your story than you are."

Heh. Me? Be a writer?
You think I could do that?

As long as you write
about what you know.

You got any passions, boy?
Any dreams?

Well, I'd like to do some traveling.
Maybe go to sea.

And Alaska, I've had
the strangest notion to go see Alaska.

That's a great idea, son. That's exactly
what I would do if I were your age.

Alaska, the klondike,
the Aurora borealis.

That's it! Follow your dreams,
and write about them.

Jack: Thank you, Mr. Clemens.

You know, that is exactly
what I'm gonna do.

- You do that, son.
- You'll see my name in print too.

- I'm sure I will.
- And don't forget.

The name's London. Jack London.

- Clemens: Goodbye, now.
- Bye-bye.

I found the head surveyor.
I found the cavern.

You will not be able to get to it.

The entrance is on a mineshaft
that is in the middle of the presidio,

on an army base.

Perhaps you could arrange
for us to get in.

Heh. How?

With permission to dig
for the mineshaft.

Oh, now, data,
I've done everything you've asked...

I have full confidence
in your persuasive abilities.

Well, I suppose it's more interesting
than throwing a tea dance.

Strange.

The transceiver assembly
has been removed.

Without it, I will be unable
to track the time shifts.

Twain.

- Clemens?
- Yes.

He's been driving me crazy.
He watches the house.

He follows me down the street
asking me questions.

If anyone took this,
you can believe it was him.

If you are correct,
he must be warned.

The device has been modified
in such a way that prolonged contact

with human tissue
would be highly toxic.

Madam guinan.

Shame on you, Mr. Clemens,
shame.

Shame, madam? I think not.

I find no shame in my efforts
to uncover your plot.

I keep telling you, there is no plot.

Yes, you do keep telling me that.
Hmm.

What an interesting pair you are.

Where in Switzerland did you say
you were from, Mr. Data?

I am French, sir, not Swiss.

Oh, yes, that's right.
Now I remember, a frenchman, hmm.

With a talent for poker,
from what I hear.

You know, I was talking to a friend
of mine, ches whitley.

He says to say hello and wonders
when you're coming back.

I do not believe I know a Mr. Whitley.

No? He works
in the county assayer's office.

He said you've been in there
a number of times,

claiming to be a geological engineer
and wanting information

about mining operations
during the 1850s.

Do you remember him now?

I am unfamiliar
with the gentleman's name.

I have spoken to several people
in that office.

Yes, I know.

And in the hall of records
and in the geological society

and in a little-known mineral shop
in Chinatown.

You do get around, don't you?

- As apparently you do, Mr. Clemens.
- Clemens: Yes.

Heh, heh. But I must admit,
you've got me mystified.

This, uh, contraption, for instance.

It's very unusual.
It looks quite futuristic.

Tell me, might it have something to do
with time shifts?

In a sense.

The time shift is a gearing system
I have invented

for the horseless carriage.

Ah! Do not insult me!

You have come here to this century

and brought
your infernal technologies with you

for god only knows what purpose.

But I have no doubt

it will be the people of this century
who will suffer for it.

My dear Mr. Clemens,
I do think we've heard enough.

Mr. Data's business is his own,
and I will thank you to leave now.

Pardon me, madam guinan,
but it is my business too.

It is the business of all humanity,
ibeheve,

to stop both of you
from whatever it is you are doing here.

And that is what I intend to do.

Just what are you doing
with those lamps?

Replacing the burners.
City ordinance.

Makes it safer in case of earthquake.

There hasn't been
an earthquake here in 30 years.

Picard:
Well, that takes care of this ward.

Time to be moving on.

Earthquakes.

Nurse.

If you can handle things here,

I've got a meeting
with the board of patrons.

I'll try to manage.

There, by that bed.

I can see an afterimage
of triolic waves.

They've been here recently.
I'd say within the last 24 hours.

That's the bed
where the man died last night.

This man was complaining
about a strange doctor and nurse

who visited that patient.

Perhaps they're still in the hospital.

Here. This will make you
more comfortable.

Do you need any help, doctor?

Dr. Apollinaire felt
he had entered the algid state.

He was cyanotic,
pulse unobservable.

That's an interesting cane.

Doctor.

Officer: Stand aside, stand aside.
Let me in there.

People said there was gunfire in here.
What's going on?

Just a little misunderstanding. I was
just clearing these people out of here.

I haven't seen you before.

I was just assigned here this morning.
I was working downtown.

I worked downtown for three years.
I don't remember you.

- Picard: We'll be on our way.
- No, wait, wait.

I'm gonna ask you all to come down
to the station for questioning.

Including you.

Where'd you get that?
That's a gentleman's cane.

Never seen a cane like this.

I'll have to confiscate it for evidence.

I just want you to know that I have
the utmost respect for the law.

Let's go.

Boy, are we glad to see you.

I suggest we postpone our greetings
for another occasion.

Agreed. Get us out of here.

If we tune a phaser to the approximate
frequency of triolic waves

and lay down a field burst,
it might respond.

Picard: Mm-hm.

The ophidian
the aliens were carrying.

What the...?

Those look like minute distortions
in the space-time continuum.

Like the one we saw on devidia ii.

But they were so small,
and they lasted only a second.

The aliens appear to be able
to concentrate the distortion

and direct it
to a specific time and place.

Maybe they have something,
a mechanism that focuses it.

Any device like that would produce
significant levels of triolic waves.

Like the ones in the cavern
where data's head was found.

I have located that cavern.

Carmichael: Mr. Picard!

I know you're in there.
Open the door.

Troi: Mrs. Carmichael.

How now, spirit!
Whither wander you?

Over hill, over Dale,
thorough bush, thorough briar...

Mrs. Carmichael,
thank goodness you're here.

We need someone to read a part.
You're just in time.

Mr. Picard,
I need to be talking to you.

Crusher: And here my mistress.
Would that he be gone.

III met by moonlight, proud titania.

Now, Mrs. Carmichael, right there.

III met by moonlight, proud titania.

What, jealous oberon!

Fairies, skip hence:

I have forsworn
his bed and company.

Well, I don't think I need
to hear any more.

That was truly unique.

Really?

Ladies and gentlemen,
I think we have found our titania.

Don't you agree?

Well, I did do a church play
when I was a lass.

Well, there you are.

We start rehearsals tomorrow.

You're back. I have wonderful news.

I found a way to get onto the presidio
and into the mineshaft.

Data: It is all right.

Do you know me?

Very well.

Do I know you?

Not yet.

But you will.

Thanks for your help, officer.

Be sure to put in the part about me
spotting that phony policeman.

Yes, sir, I will.

Hello, son.

Mr. Clemens, what brings you here?

Well, writer's curiosity.

I heard that two people vanished
into thin air in this infirmary.

Yeah, one of the patients said that.
Yes, sir, but the police deny it.

Hmm, I bet they do.

They say a band of outlaws
set off an explosion in the hospital

and then escaped.

Well, what did these outlaws
iookae?

The carriage they escaped in
was driven by an albino.

Oh, Mr. Data.

- You know him?
- Oh, you bet I do.

You say there were others with him?

Yes, at least a dozen.

Ah, his accomplices.
They've come from the future.

My god, it's an invasion.

Jack: Invasion from the future?

Mr. Clemens,
what can you tell me about this?

Do you have any proof?

- When's your deadline, boy?
- Five o'clock, sir.

Well, I'll meet you
at your paper at 4:30

with a story
that will make your career.

Thanks, Mr. Clemens.

Take me to the presidio, driver,
and don't spare the whip.

Driver: Hyah, hyah!

The triolic waves are just as high
as they were on devidia ii.

There's no indication
of a control mechanism.

I'm not so sure.

My visor is picking up
crystalline fractures.

These cavern walls
have undergone some kind

of selective molecular polarization.

In fact, if I'm right, this entire cavern

has been configured to focus
the space-time distortion,

just like a lens.

Captain.

We think we might be
onto something.

The cavern itself seems to be acting
as a focusing mechanism.

I'm willing to bet that it's the same
at their habitat back on devidia ii.

If we can get back there
and destroy that site,

it might put an end
to their time traveling.

We have the ophidian.

Truthfully, I don't know
that we can get back.

The aliens use triolic energy
as a power source.

The energy that our phasers generates
might not be entirely compatible.

We have no choice but to try.

An event I most certainly
would enjoy witnessing.

However, I will regretfully waive
that opportunity

for the privilege of taking you all in
to the authorities.

Mr. Clemens, it is imperative
that we continue our mission.

Mr. Data,
I have listened to your stories

and your excuses and your evasions,
and I will listen no longer.

It is my moral duty
to protect mankind

from whatever devious plan
you have in mind.

Now, move along.

I suspect that even time travelers
are vulnerable to the Colt .45.

Now, let's go.

I've made a young fellow a promise,
and I don't want to be late.

Follow him.

- Riker: Is everyone all right?
- I think so.

Riker: You?

Where are we? And when?

This is the 24th century,
we're on devidia ii,

and you're not supposed to be here.

Well, it seems to me I have
as much right to be in your time

as you had to be in mine.

I wanted to see how you conducted
my future affairs.

- Your future affairs?
- Clemens: The affairs of mankind.

But the disappearance
of Mark twain,

one of the most noted literary figures
of the 19th century...

- Thank you.
- Riker: That's not supposed to happen.

I only took advantage
of an irresistible opportunity,

as any good writer would.

Worf:
Bridge to away team. Acknowledge.

We're here, Mr. Worf.

Stand by to transport five.

La forge: Commander.

- Mr. Worf.
- Worf: Yes, commander?

Make that six to transport.

Where are we now?

This is the federation
starship enterprise.

Ensign, call security.
I want an escort for this man.

Security? What for?

Are you afraid I'm going
to go around stealing things?

A werewolf?

It's a long story. I'll brief you later.

La forge: Let's have data's body
taken to the science lab.

I'm gonna try
and reattach the head we have.

Geordi, that head
is over 500 years old.

Yeah, but it's the best chance
we've got.

I want Mr. Clemens
kept under escort at all times.

Commander,
perhaps I could handle that.

I'd be happy to take Mr. Clemens
to his quarters.

Good idea.
Would you accompany the counselor?

Madam, I'd be delighted.

So this is a spaceship. Heh.

You ever run into halley's comet?
Ha, ha.

Gently.

Now, don't sit up too quickly.

Where'd everybody go?

I hope they're all safely back
on the enterprise by now.

But you're still here.

You were hurt.
I had to make sure you were all right.

And so you stayed for that?

I didn't want anything
to happen to you.

You're far too important to me.

- You know an awful lot about me.
- Hmm.

Believe me, in the future,
the tables will be turned.

Do we become friends?

Oh, it goes far beyond friendship.

- Oh, but I'll have to wait 500 years.
- Mm-hm.

And when we meet, I won't even
be able to tell you about this, will I?

No. Because for me,

none of this will have happened yet.

What's that?

Picard:
That's history fulfilling itself.

History has to fulfill itself.
Even picard knew that.

You were there in the cavern.
You know what happened.

What am I supposed to do?

If I told you what happened
in that cavern,

it might affect any decision
you'd make now.

I can't do that.

I won't.

Not telling me may affect my decision.
Did you think of that?

We're talking about Jean-Luc picard.

I can't sit around
and hope it all works out.

I've gotta do something.

Any place that doesn't stock
a good cigar

doesn't rank high in my book.

If you must have one,
I'm sure we can replicate it for you.

Oh. You think that
one of these imitations

can take the place
of a hand-wrapped Havana?

- I wouldn't know.
- Well, that's the problem I see here.

All this technology only serves
to take away life's simple pleasures.

You don't even let a man
open the door for a lady.

I think what we've gained

far outweighs anything
that might have been lost.

Oh? Well, I'm not so impressed
with this future.

Huge starships and weapons
that can no doubt destroy entire cities,

and military conquest
as a way of life?

Is that what you see here?

Well, I know what you say,
that this is a vessel of exploration,

and that your mission
is to discover new worlds,

But that...
That's what the Spanish said.

- Deck 36.
- And the Dutch and the Portuguese.

It's what all conquerors say.

I'm sure that's what you told
that blue-skinned fellow I just saw

before you brought him here
to serve you.

He's one of the thousands of species
that we've encountered.

We live in a peaceful federation
with most of them.

The people you see
are here by choice.

So they're a privileged few
who serve on these ships,

living in luxury
and wanting for nothing.

But what about everybody else?
What about the poor?

You ignore them?

Poverty was eliminated on earth
a long time ago.

And a lot of other things
disappeared with it.

Hopelessness, despair, cruelty.

Young lady, I come from a time
when men achieve power and wealth

by standing on the backs of the poor.

Where prejudice and intolerance
are commonplace,

and power is an end unto itself.

And you're telling me
that isn't how it is anymore?

That's right.

Maybe

it's worth giving up cigars for
after all.

- Any luck?
- Not so far.

His activating units won't initialize.

I thought they would have been
protected by his buffering program,

but I guess 500 years
is just too long a wait.

Huh. My watch. Heh.

- That's it.
- Yeah.

It was found in the cavern
where data's head was.

I guess after 500 years,
that's not likely to work either.

Mr. Data,
I fear I have sadly misjudged you.

Heh. As I have misjudged
many things.

Can you communicate?

You're injured.

Why have you interfered with us?

You hunt us. You kill us.

We cannot allow that.

We need your energy.

Well, perhaps we can find
a substitute.

No, there is none.

We must continue.

We know how you move
back and forth through time.

My crew have returned
to the 24th century

to destroy your transport site
on devidia ii.

Destroy it?

Your weapons will only amplify
the time distortion.

You will annihilate your own world.

I'm going back for captain picard.

Mr. Worf, assemble an away team
to accompany me to the surface.

Doctor, I need to know anything
you can tell me about that ophidian.

I've just started running some tests.
If I can have a few hours...

I can't give the alien any more time.

Will, I haven't been able to determine

if our phaser energy
can generate a stable field.

- The risk would be...
- I'll take the risk.

Sir, permission to speak frankly?

Riker: Go ahead.

Our priority is to stop the aliens
from any more incursions to earth.

Any delay is unacceptable.

If I can save captain picard,
I consider that very acceptable.

The captain would not.

I recommend
we target photon torpedoes

on the alien habitat and destroy it.

Immediately.

He's right, will.

Power up the photons, Mr. Worf.
Alert me when they're ready.

Computer,

initialize the reload circuits.

Co m p ute r:
Reload circuits are initializing.

La forge: Okay.

Data?

This ought to do it.

I don't get it.

I don't understand
why this isn't working.

Computer,

run me a diagnostic
on the input polarizers.

Computer: There is intermittent
contact in the input polarizers.

Intermittent?

What?

An iron filing.

How'd that get in there?

Commander, I have set the photons
to fire in staggered rounds,

detonating in ten-second intervals.

Very well, fire when ready.

The sequence will be ready to initiate
in one minute.

Computer, run another diagnostic
on the input polarizers.

Computer:
Polarizer circuits are functioning.

Well, then that ought to do it.

Okay, data, come on, now.

Torpedoes.

Phasing.

Alien.

I am processing a binary message

entered into my static memory
by captain picard.

Geordi, are we planning to fire
on the alien habitat?

Yeah, but...

It is imperative that we do not.
I will explain later.

La forge to riker. Hold your fire.

The binary message left by the captain
is not entirely clear.

He seemed to be concerned

about the phase differential
of our photon torpedoes,

that firing them might produce
catastrophic effects.

Then how can we destroy
their habitat?

If I am correct,
we must modify our weapons

so that the force of the explosion
is rephased

into the aliens' time continuum.

If we outfit the photons
with phase discriminators,

we could get the variance we need.

- How long will it take you?
- At least a couple of hours.

- Fine. I'll have time to go get him.
- Sir?

I'm going back to the 19th century
to get the captain. Doctor?

My analysis of the phasers suggests
you'd be able to open the rift,

but it won't be stable enough
to transport more than one person.

You mean if I go back,
only one of us could return?

Crusher: That's right.

Then I have
the perfect solution for you.

I'm the one who should return
to the 19th century.

And remain there
so your captain can return here.

There's a risk. We're not sure
how stable the rift will be.

Oh, there's risk in everything.
The point is, it's the right choice.

I've got more books to write,
and your captain has a job to do here.

Geordi, you'll brief him
on what he needs to know.

Aye, sir.

I'm glad I have a chance
to thank you.

For what, sir?

Why, for starting me out

on the greatest adventure
a man's ever had! Whoo! Ha, ha!

And for helping a bitter old man
to open his eyes

and see that the future

turned out pretty well after all.

I'm thirsty.

I'm gonna get help.
We have to get you out of here.

No, don't go.
They'll be back for you soon.

No. You need help.

This thing put me down
in the middle of market street.

Took forever to get here.

Commander la forge
has just completed

the reconfiguration
of the photon torpedoes.

If clemens got back, the captain
should have been here by now.

We have no way of knowing
if Mr. Clemens was successful.

Reestablish your firing pattern,
Mr. Worf.

We'll wait five more minutes.

Aye, sir.

There's no time for chitchat, sir.

According to Mr. La forge,

who did get your message,
by the way,

a frequency setting of .047
on your phaser

will correctly activate this creature.

Now, you have to get help.
Guinan needs medical attention.

I promise you
she will be attended to.

And there's a bill to be settled
at Mrs. Carmichael's boarding house.

- I'll settle it.
- Thank you.

I wish time would have allowed me
to know you better.

Well, you'll just have
to read my books.

What I am is pretty much there.

I'll see you in 500 years, picard.

And I'll see you in a few minutes.

Commander, I am picking up massive
triolic wave activity on the surface.

Is it the captain?

There are no human life signs.

No sign of temporal distortion?

No, sir.
But triolic activity is increasing.

The aliens.

- Mr. Worf, are the photons ready?
- Yes, sir.

Fire.

Torpedoes away, sir.

Sir, I am detecting
a temporal distortion on the surface,

and human life signs.

O'brien, get him out of there.

Transporter room,
have you got him?

Picard he has indeed, commander.

And believe me,
it's good to be back.

Wo rf:
We have destroyed the target.

There is no further indication
of triolic activity.

Ensign, lay in a course
for the nearest starbase,

warp 6.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 46001 .3.

Everyone who should be
in the 19th century is safely there.

And those who should be in the 24th
are here.

Mr. Data has been restored to us,
head and all.

And Samuel clemens

will write the books he was
to have written after our encounter.

Now, be careful, boys.
Don't jostle her too much.

Don't worry, madam guinan,
you're gonna be fine.