All language subtitles for Star Trek - Voyager - S03E04 - The Swarm.en

Helmsman's Log,
Stardate 50252.3.

While Voyager takes on supplies,

Lieutenant Torres and I
are investigating

some intermittent
sensor readings

we picked up this morning.

We've been out here
almost five hours

and we haven't seen any sign
of those energy signatures.

Isn't it time to admit
they were nothing more

than galactic background noise?

I want to keep looking
a while longer.

Just to be sure.

Aah!

What's wrong?

Cramp.

Klingon bodies weren't meant
to sit in a cockpit

for five hours at a stretch.

You have a big dinner date
or something?

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you've been angling
to get back to Voyager

for about two hours now.

Just thought maybe
there was a reason.

Like Ensign Bristow.

What?

Well, I've noticed
he's been making any excuse

to hang around Engineering.

Around you.

Freddy Bristow... is a child.

Oh, really?

Well, he looks
like a grownup to me.

Tall, good-looking...

and I hear he plays a mean set
of parrises squares.

I played one game with him
and I whipped him.

Look, he has a crush on me.

I can handle it.

Why are you so interested?

Oh, I'm just curious...

how someone with Klingon blood

seems to live the life
of a Tabran monk.

Lieutenant, that is none
of your business.

Well, if you ever have
a free evening,

I have a holodeck program
you might enjoy--

sailing on Lake Como.

I'd rather take my chances
with Freddy Bristow.

Those energy signatures
are back.

We must have crossed
into a tachyon field.

What's that?

A ship has locked onto our hull.

Why didn't we detect it?

The tachyon field must have
disrupted our sensors.

I'm Lieutenant Tom Paris of...

O soave fanciulla

O dolce viso

Di mite circonfuso alba lunar

In terra, vivo ravviso

Il sogno ch'io
vorrei sempre sognar

Fremon... gia nell'anima

Le dolcezze estreme

Tu sol commandi, amore...

Computer, pause playback.

Excuse me, but your entrance
was early.

You're rushing the tempo.

I am not rushing.

You are lagging behind
like a tired donkey.

I assure you, I have studied

the finest recordings
of this opera--

Caruso and Galli-Curci;
Pavarotti and Freni;

Soral and T'Penna of Vulcan.

My tempo is accurate.

Galli-Curci... Freni...
T'Penna... they are all fallite.

They are mere dust balls.

Sono niente!

They are nothing.

Giuseppina Pentangeli--
the greatest soprano lirico

of the 22nd century
transcends them all.

And conductors
take their tempi from me.

Capisci?

In this instance,
they take it from me.

I've programmed
the orchestral playback.

Who allows you
to make this choice?

You are an amateur.

You have no sense of rubato,

no rallentando... it's like
singing with a computer.

Madam, I may be an amateur,

but I'm also known
as a quick study.

And as I am
in charge of this program,

you will do it my way.

Shall we try it again?

Computer, start playback.

O soave fanciulla

0...

Stop playback.

What now?

Non é possibile.

I couldn't remember the words.

In all of my career, I have
never forgotten the lyrics.

This is the difference

between amateur
and professionali.

Just a momentary lapse.
No need to overreact.

Piu cretino non esiste.

This is infuriating!

I want another partner!

Lo voglio subito.

I'm the one who needs
another partner.

You've got me so upset
I can't sing.

Computer, delete...

Janeway to the Doctor.

We have a medical emergency.

Report to Sick Bay.

Right away, Captain.

Addio, madam.

Next time I'll take my chances
with Maria Callas.

Computer, delete the diva.

Imbecille!
Pensa veramente...

Their nervous systems
suffered trauma

from some type
of neuroelectric weapon.

It must have been
extremely painful.

It certainly was.

Do you know
why they attacked you?

No idea. They seemed to be
trying to communicate with us,

but we couldn't understand them.

Then they just
lifted their weapons.

The injuries are treatable.
It shouldn't take long.

Tuvok, send a message
on all subspace bands.

I want to find out why
my people were attacked.

Aye, Captain.

I'll ask Neelix if he knows
anything about these people.

Doctor, keep me posted.

It would help
if you didn't fidget so much.

I'm really feeling better.

Can't I get out of here?

When you're ready to leave,
1 will tell you.

Doctor,

Tom doesn't seem to be
responding to the treatment.

I'll look at him.

Where's my retinal imager?

I haven't seen it.

Did you move it
from the instrument tray?

I haven't been near
the instrument tray.

I've just had
the most unpleasant encounter

with a madwoman on the holodeck.

She must have upset me
more than I realized.

Lieutenant, you're perfectly
all right.

What are you still doing here?

Thank you.

I think he must have suffered
some very deep tissue damage.

The regenerator isn't helping.

Doctor?

Hmm?

I've made numerous hails
on wide-band subspace.

The only response has been
a single repeating message.

What's that?

I'd guess
it's a language so unlike ours

that the universal translator
can't interpret it.

Harry, remodulate
the translator.

See if we can
decipher those sounds.

Neelix, what can you tell us?

If these people are
who I think they are,

I can tell you
this is very bad news.

I've never actually
encountered them...

but from what I've heard,
I'm glad I didn't.

Most ships
that enter their space

are never heard from again.

Some have returned with
everyone on board dead.

They're a complete mystery.

No one knows their name,
how many of them there are,

what their culture is like.

Just that they really
don't want people

violating their territory.

If this is any indication
of their borders,

it's a huge area of space--
hundreds of sectors.

If we were to go around it,
it would take months.

I'd say over 15 months,

even if we could sustain
maximum warp, which we can't.

I'm not going to tell this crew

we're adding another 15 months
to this journey.

We'll have to find
another option.

If we are not to go around
their space,

the only available option
is to go through it.

Precisely.

Tom and B'Elanna

hit a sensor net
as they crossed the border.

We have to figure we'll run
into it when we try to cross,

but there are ways
around sensor nets.

They can't possibly
have enough ships

to patrol a border this size.

We can probably find
an unguarded section.

Would it affect your decision
if I pointed out

that encroaching on the
territory of an alien species

is prohibited
by Starfleet regulations?

No, it wouldn't.

Captain... you have managed
to surprise me.

We're a long way
from Starfleet, Lieutenant.

I'm not about to waste 15 months

because we've run
into a bunch of bullies.

Sick Bay to Captain Janeway.

Go ahead, Doctor.

Please turn to your emergency
medical holographic channel.

I'm afraid Lieutenant Paris

suffered
greater neurological damage

than my initial scan revealed.

I'm going to have to perform
a motor cortex reconstruction.

There's no need
to be overly concerned.

His condition
is not life threatening.

The procedure is
a relatively simple one

for a skilled physician.

Very good, Doctor.
Keep me informed.

All right. I want a plan
for crossing that border

as quickly
and as quietly as possible.

We'll reconvene in an hour.
Dismissed.

O soave fanciulla

O dolce viso

Di mite circonfuso
alba lunar...

Doctor...

I have the cortical analeptics
you asked for.

Good. Fill the hyposprays.

We'll begin as soon as
I've finished scrubbing.

Did I hear you singing?

Yes.

"0 soave fanciulla."

It's an aria from La Bohéme,

a truly exquisite opera
by Giacomo Puccini,

a human composer
of the 19th century.

I didn't realize
you enjoyed music.

I've recently begun
a thorough study of opera.

I find it...
quite satisfying,

but I'm having
difficulty finding

a holographic partner
for the role of Mimi.

All the soprani seem to have

the most
irritating personalities.

These women are arrogant,
superior, condescending.

I can't imagine anyone
behaving that way.

What is it?

A quiz for you.

What is the first step
in this procedure?

Establish the axon connections

and then test
for synaptic potentials.

Ah. Quite right. Very good.

Doctor, what is it?

We seem to have a small problem.

l... can't remember
how to perform this operation.

All right,
I've repaired the damaged

preganglionic fibers
in the spinal column.

The final step
is to restore the nerve sheath.

You'll need
the myelin regenerator.

What is it?

He's going
into respiratory arrest.

What do I do?

Apply an efferent impulse
to stabilize his motor neurons.

Apply a... what?

Vital signs are
returning to normal.

There-- myelin
regeneration is complete.

What's the synaptic
potential reading?

Synaptic potentials are...

normal.

Autonomic and somatic systems
are functioning.

Very good, Doctor.

I think you've done it.

The EMH database
seems to be experiencing

a cascading overload
of some kind.

Doc's memory circuits
are deteriorating.

We knew the Doctor
was never designed

to be up and running
as much as he has been,

but I thought you programmed
safety buffers,

so his circuits
wouldn't degrade.

1 did, and I installed them,
but they're breaking down.

My self-diagnostic routines
have always indicated

that in the event
of cascade failure,

I should simply
be reinitialized.

That would stop the cascade
and allow us to reset

your database and personality
subroutines, but...

But what?

It would restore
the original program--

reset him to the person he was

when we first activated him.

In other words,

he'd forget everything
that's happened to him

over the past two years.

Right.

Doctor...

how do you feel about that?

l... can't say I'd like
to lose the last two years,

but my primary responsibility
is the health and welfare

of this crew.

In my current state,
I am useless to them.

I believe Lieutenant Torres
should start

the reinitialization
process immediately.

No, wait.

Wait, please.

We can't just treat the Doctor
like he's a computer anymore.

He's come too far for that.

Doctor, please,
think about this.

You'd be losing so much--

all the relationships
you've developed,

our friendship,

your sense of being
a true member of this crew...

all that would be gone.

I can't put personal concerns
over those of the crew.

Look at the experiences
you've had

since you were activated--

you've made friends,

learned how to sing opera,

you've even fallen in love.

If you lose those memories,
you won't be the same person.

You said you don't know

what's causing
his memory circuits to fail.

Unfortunately, no.

So, if you reinitialize without
finding out what's wrong,

the problem could occur again.

Well, it's a possibility.

Isn't it a better plan to look
for the cause of the problem?

If B'Elanna can find it,

there may be a less
radical solution.

Tom Paris is stable.

He'll be back on duty today.

There's no medical crisis
at the moment.

I can certainly handle all
the routine cases in Sick Bay.

Please, let's
not just erase him

without trying
to help him first.

If a crew member came down
with a debilitating illness,

you'd do everything
in your power

to make them well again.

I think we owe you nothing less.

I'll get started.

Don't be discouraged.

I know B'Elanna can find a way.

Captain?

I think we found it--

a way to get across the border
without being detected.

Let's hear it.

Their sensor net uses a series
of interlaced tachyon beams.

If we adjust the shields
to refract those beams

around the ship, we can slip
across without appearing

to have disrupted the net.

Not bad.

And we've found that this area
shows no indication of vessels.

We can slide through,
go to high warp

and be through this narrow
section of their territory

in four days.

Good work.

Helm, set a course
for the border.

Aye, Captain.

What are you doing now?

I want to see
if the data corruption

is affecting
your optical sensors.

What did that do?

I-l can't see.
I'm blind!

All right.

That is extremely disconcerting.

Please don't do it again.

Now what are you doing?

Attenuating
your force field projectors.

Doctor, forgive me,
but this is very delicate work.

Could you please sit
over there for a few minutes?

How extremely rude.

May I remind you
that I am, in a way,

your patient,
who's suffering from an unknown

and obviously
debilitating condition.

I would think you'd be a little
more sensitive to my needs.

You're questioning
my bedside manner?

The good news
is that your projection system

doesn't seem to be affected.

However, I don't know why
your circuits are degrading.

Then... what do we do now?

What we do now...

is get a second opinion.

I'll transfer you to the
holodeck in a few minutes.

Wait here.

Computer, initiate

Jupiter Station
Diagnostic Program Alpha 1-1.

The program is activated.

Computer...

transfer the program

for the Emergency Medical
Hologram to Holodeck 2.

I seem to remember this place.

You should--
this is Jupiter Station,

where you were created

and where your database
was written.

It seems... so long ago.

This program contains a
sophisticated diagnostic matrix

specifically created for
the Emergency Medical System.

That's right.

I should have remembered that.

How could I have forgotten?

I'm going to have to play

with the systems
for a few minutes.

I'm not exactly sure how to
access all the subroutines.

Don't touch that!

Who are you?

I'm a holographic re-creation
of Dr. Lewis Zimmerman,

the creator of the Emergency
Medical Hologram.

You're the diagnostic matrix.

You might say that.

Something wrong with your EMH?

Yes.

I certainly hope
you're going to be able

to do something
about this annoying problem.

What's wrong with it?

He's experiencing
a cascade failure.

His memory circuits
are degrading.

I was trying to bring
the subroutines on line...

If you don't mind,
I can do it faster.

I can see where you get
your charming personality.

Not to mention my hairline.

Here we are--

a schematic of the EMH
and its component subroutines.

Can you determine the
source of the problem?

This isn't good.

The EMH has a level4
memory fragmentation.

How long has the program
been active?

I have been active

for...

for...

Almost two years.

Two years?!

Well, there's your problem.

This program was developed
as a short-term supplement

to your medical staff--
1,500 hours tops.

I know.

I added data compression buffers

to compensate
for the additional time,

but they're breaking down.

The EMH is a highly
sophisticated program.

You shouldn't go meddling
in its matrix when you

don't know what you're doing.

Should we shut down
his program then,

till we figure out
how to fix him?

At this point,
it doesn't matter.

With a level4
memory fragmentation,

it'll simply continue
to degrade.

There's only
one course of action--

a system-wide reinitialization.

Start over from scratch.

We are aware of that option.

Would it be possible to expand
his memory circuits instead?

Of course.

Schedule it for your next

maintenance layover
at McKinley Station.

I'm afraid that isn't possible.

We're thousands of light-years
from Federation space.

Well, there's
nothing more I can do.

Either reinitialize it,
or live with the knowledge

that eventually
this EMH will end up

with the intellectual capacity
of a parsnip.

What are you saying?

Bridge to Torres.

I'm here, Captain.

We're approaching the border.

We need your help
in Engineering.

I'm on my way.

Doctor-- Zimmerman--

you haven't told us anything
that we don't already know.

What I need is to find out

exactly why the Doctor's
memory circuits are degrading

so that we can come up
with a solution.

Activate a level4 diagnostic,

or whatever you need to do
to get us some answers.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

I... l wish you
didn't have to go.

I'll hurry.

I promise.

We're holding position 500,000
kilometers from the border.

I'm ready to go as soon
as you give the word, Captain.

All set, Mr. Kim?

I'm ready whenever
Lieutenant Torres is.

Bridge to Engineering.

Torres here.

B'Elanna, are you ready
to reconfigure the shields

to match Mr. Kim's
refraction pulse?

Ready.

Captain, long-range sensors
show a large vessel

five light-years
from our current position.

According to my readings,
it's huge.

On screen.

Magnify.

That looks
like thousands of ships.

I'm not reading
any energy signatures.

Their propulsion systems
must be off-line.

Maybe they haven't detected us.

Yet.

All right. Let's get
through that sensor net.

Harry, go.

Engineering, initiate
the refraction pulse.

Pulse is activated.

Moving to full harmonic
resolution-- 60 percent.

80 percent.

Ninety...

Maximum resolution.
Shields at nominal output.

Mr. Paris, take us through.

Aye, sir.

Here we go.

The net is registering
as intact.

If those vessels get
the same readings,

they won't suspect a thing.

I think we did it, Captain.

Like a snake through the tube.

How about those ships?

They appear
not to have detected us.

They have not
powered up engines.

All right.

Let's get through this
as fast as we can.

Mr. Paris, what's
your recommendation?

I'll try holding warp 9.75
for as long as I can.

If we can sustain that
for 12 hours,

we'll be nearly
a third of the way through.

Mr. Tuvok, keep your eye
on those ships.

If they so much as twitch,
I want to know it.

Captain...

something... is wrong.

What do you mean?

It's like there's
a drag on the engines.

Captain, sensors indicate
a resonant particle wave.

It's damping our warp field.

We're losing speed.

Bridge to Engineering.

B'Elanna, can you compensate
for the particle wave?

I'll try.

The antimatter reaction chamber
may have been compromised.

Keep me posted.

Hold our present speed,
Mr. Paris.

Why are you making me
stare at these things?

Please don't talk.

Stay fixed
on the fractal patterns

while I analyze
your data-path integrity.

Hmm...

Hmm?

Ew.

Well, there it is.

What? What is it?

I told you not to talk.

This is the problem, all right.

The personality subroutine

has grown to more
than 15,000 gigaquads.

That's the source
of the degradation.

Look at all this useless
information floating around

your buffer--
friendships with the crew,

relationships with...

women?

Do they find you attractive?

I don't remember.

You've filled your memory
with nonsense.

It was only during my off hours.

You're supposed to be off
during your off hours.

I'm sorry.
I... 1 didn't realize.

Who are you?

I'm the Doctor's assistant.

I came to see how he's doing.

Ah, just the person I need.

Perhaps you can tell me
who's been feeding

all this useless information
into its database.

What do you mean?

I'll give you an example.

Ah! Here's something
in its personality subroutine.

O soave fanciulla

0...

He's been studying opera.

What's wrong with that?

It wasn't programmed
to be a tenor,

it was programmed
to be a physician.

What's wrong with wanting
to be more than that?

It's superfluous.

Look at me.

I've got the same matrix,
the same holo-array,

the same neural pathways
as it does.

You don't see me
cluttering up my circuits

with irrelevancies.

I'm content to be

the best possible
diagnostic program I can be.

Your EMH should be happy
to be a fine physician.

The Doctor has taken it
upon himself

to become a person who grows
and learns and feels.

It's made him
a better physician.

An EMH program
can't feel anything.

It's emotional reactions

are simply a series
of algorithms

designed to make it
easier to interact with.

He's much more than that

and I've known him
for most of my life.

He's one of my closest friends.

You can't possibly believe

that this program
shares these feelings.

I know he does.

Tell me, Doctor, is this
one of your closest friends?

Doctor?

I'm sorry.

I don't know who you are.

What's the status
of those ships, Mr. Tuvok?

Still unpowered.

They don't seem to have
detected us.

When I was in high school,

I snuck out of the house
a couple of times late at night.

I had to tiptoe past
my parents' bedroom.

That's kind of how I feel
right now.

You sneaked out of your house?

Where were you going?

Well, I'll have to leave that
to your imagination,

Lieutenant.

Can I take a few guesses?

Captain, I'm detecting another
ship, not part of the swarm.

It has been damaged.

Propulsion systems
are not functional.

Drop out of warp.
Put it on screen.

Looks like it's
been pounded on for days.

Looks like it's
been pounded on for days.

Any life signs?

I'm checking.

Only one, and it's faint.

Transporter Room 1,
beam the survivor to Sick Bay.

Harry, start scanning that ship.

See if you can figure out
what happened to it.

Aye, Captain.

He's suffering
from severe dehydration,

damage to the spinal column.

There's evidence
of trauma to the nervous system,

just like we found
in B'Elanna and Tom

after they were attacked.

Can I talk to him?

You can try.

I'll work on restoring
his cranial nerves,

but he's so badly injured
I'm not sure it'll help.

He's a sick man.

This is where sick people come.

Doctor, hold onto this
tricorder, all right?

Keep it pointed
right at the patient.

I'm Kathryn Janeway,
the Captain of this ship.

Can you hear me?

Yes.

Can you tell me what happened?

Who attacked you?

There were thousands of them.

Little ships...

swarmed around my freighter.

Covered every square meter
of the hull.

Then they began
extracting energy

from all the ship's systems.

We had no defense.

Then they boarded us.

Did they use
neuroelectric weapons?

I don't know what they used.

It was painful.

People screaming...

dying.

Had you... provoked them
in any way?

We were in their space.

That was enough.

Captain, the rest of my crew...

is there anyone else?

I'm sorry.
You're the only survivor.

This woman is trying to
regenerate your motor neurons.

We come from Mislen...

five parsecs from here

in a yellow dwarf system.

If you pass,
will you tell our people?

I'll make a point of it.

It happened so quickly...

His injuries were too severe.

He's a very sick man.

Captain,
the Doctor is getting worse.

He doesn't even know
who I am anymore.

He has to be reinitialized.

I agree, but I can't
spare B'Elanna now.

We have to get
through this space

before we're attacked
like his ship was.

As soon as it's possible,
I'll break her free.

Is there anything at all
I can do for him?

The only thing I can think of

is to keep
his neural pathways active.

Ask him questions.
Keep him thinking.

Force him to use
his neural matrix.

That might at least
slow down the degradation.

Doctor,
you mustn't touch those.

Here. This one's
all right to hold.

Shall I use it on the sick man?

Yes, that's a good idea.

The pilot of the freighter died.

We should keep going.
Mr. Paris...

Captain.

I am detecting a vessel.

It's one of the swarm.

It was still attached
to the freighter's hull.

Red Alert.

Shields at maximum.

They are scanning us, Captain.

Hail them.

I am getting a response.

Audio only.

Harry, how are you coming
with the universal translator?

I'm working on it.

Let's see if they might
be able to understand us.

Channel is open.

This is Captain Kathryn Janeway

of the Federation
Starship Voyager.

We only want
to proceed peacefully

through this region of space.

Do you think they're trying
to communicate?

Could be, but what they're
trying to communicate

is another question.

Any progress, Harry?

I'm getting a general idea.

It's something
like... "Too late.

Should have listened."

Report.

We've been hit with some
kind of polaron burst.

The energy expenditure

was not high enough
to cause any damage.

It may not have been a weapon.

Captain, that little ship
is hightailing it out of here.

So it scanned us,
sent out a polaron burst

that caused no damage
and then took off.

Captain, the burst has
changed the shield polarity.

It's now rotating
at 92 gigahertz.

That means if anybody wanted
to find us,

it's a lot easier now.

I'll say. As far as anyone's
sensors are concerned,

we're lit up
like a Christmas tree.

Captain, the swarm of ships

has powered their engines
and turned toward us.

They are in pursuit.

Do what you can, Tom.

We have a head start.
We might be able to outrun them.

Bridge to Engineering.

Torres here.

How are you coming with
the warp drive, B'Elanna?

I'm going to try realigning
the dilithium matrix,

but we'll need to shut down
the warp drive to do it.

We can't shut down.

The alien ships
are headed toward us.

I don't know if I can do this
on the run, Captain,

but I'll give it a try.

Do the best you can.
Janeway out.

Nicoletti, we're going to have

to try a dilithium
realignment on the fly.

Let's figure out how to do it

without killing everyone
in Engineering.

I fail to understand
why I can't leave this room.

Stand aside, young woman,

or I will have you
put on report.

Doctor, please, I'm just
trying to keep you safe.

Others can leave.
You can leave.

Why can't I leave?

Because your holo-projectors
don't work in the corridors.

My... what?

Please, sit down.

Doctor, you know
I'm your friend, right?

Yes. You're Kes.

Yes. Yes.

Do you remember me?

Of course I remember you.

What an absurd question.

Oh, that's wonderful.

But why won't you
let me leave this place?

I'm trying to protect you.

Oh.

Well.

This isn't... such a bad place.

I remember...

there were a lot of people here,
wounded people.

I asked someone to...

state the nature
of the medical emergency,

and then inquired
as to the status

of their Chief Medical Officer.

He was dead,

and then...
everyone disappeared.

I think that's when
you were activated

almost two years ago.

Oh, surely not.

It seems like... last week.

And there was a young woman.

I was rubbing her feet.

She was trying to decide
whether or not to have a child.

That was me.

How could that be?

I've never seen you before.

What else do you remember?

What a very odd question.

I remember many things.

Tell me.

I enjoy hearing them.

That doesn't seem
to be the case.

You find fault
with everything I say.

Doctor, don't think that.

You claim you're my friend,

but you don't even
call me by my name.

That's because you
don't have a name.

No name!
That's ridiculous! I...

My...

I demand you tell me my name.

Wha-What's happening to me?

Captain,
the swarm is gaining on us.

They will be in weapons range
within five minutes.

Battle stations.

The ships are now within range,
Captain,

but I do not detect
any indication

that they are powering weapons.

Do you have any idea

what kind of weapon
systems they use?

Negative. Sensors show
no weapons signature at all.

They're only a hundred thousand
kilometers away now.

Arm all phaser banks.

Aye, Captain.

Captain.

Kes, what is it?

The Doctor is getting worse.

He's starting to dematerialize.

I'm afraid we're going
to lose him completely.

I know B'Elanna is busy,

but I wondered if Harry
could take a look at him.

I'm sorry, Kes,
but we're in the middle

of something here and I need
every hand at their posts.

Captain, they're only
40,000 kilometers away.

Captain, they're only
40,000 kilometers away.

Still no weapons signature.

Changing to evasive pattern
gamma-4.

Sick Bay.

Kes to Sick Bay.

How's the Doctor?

No improvement.

He's still losing cohesion.

Computer, Deck 6.

Computer, initiate the Jupiter
Station Diagnostic Program.

Jupiter Station Program
is activated.

You again.
Now what?

The Doctor's program is
almost completely degraded.

We're going to lose him.

I'm not sure what you
expect me to do about it.

I expect you to help.

That's what you're programmed
to do, isn't it?

I have pointed out
over and over,

I am a diagnostic tool,
not an engineer.

You have to try.

You're the only one
who can help now.

Young woman,
you don't seem to understand.

There are limitations
to my programming.

I can't just decide
to exceed them.

The Doctor did,
so why can't you?

You better start trying

because I'm not leaving here
until we accomplish something.

It...

He... means a great deal
to you, doesn't he?

Yes, he does, so start thinking

about his memory circuits
his holoprocessors,

his database, his matrix...

Why are you looking
at me like that?

You told me you had
the same matrix as the Doctor.

An adaptive,
heuristic matrix, yes.

In order to serve
as a diagnostic

for all the EMH programs.

Then couldn't your matrix
be substituted for his?

I wouldn't have thought of that.

But can it?

I'm not sure,
but even if it were possible,

the same degradation would
eventually occur to my matrix.

What if yours were
grafted onto his?

Grafted?

In medicine, we sometimes graft

portions of a healthy bone
onto a diseased one.

It gives the bone solidity
until it can heal.

Couldn't we do something like
that with your matrices?

Well, it would require
synchronous transfer

of all the EMH databases
and subroutines.

Not an easy process, mind you,
but I...

I suppose we could try.

Good. Let's get started.

I must point out that
you would no longer

have a diagnostic program
for the EMH.

If we don't do this, we won't
have an EMH to diagnose.

Hmm. Good point.

You'll have to return
to Sick Bay

and transfer my program there.

Thank you, Dr. Zimmerman.

Don't be premature.

I have no idea
if this is going to work.

Captain, our shield strength
just went to zero.

How could that happen?

Each one of those little ships

is emitting
an interferometric pulse.

They're modulating in opposition
to our shield frequencies

completely canceling them out.

All right, that's enough.

Tuvok, give them a phaser sweep
with the forward array.

Don't destroy any of them,

just let them know we're not
going to sit here like ducks.

Aye, Captain.

What was that?

The interferometric pulses
they're emitting?

They've reflected the energy of
the phasers right back to us.

Anything we fire is going
to affect us instead of them.

What about a photon torpedo?

Since our shield strength
is nonexistent,

I would not recommend it.

They're only 7,000 kilometers
away and still coming.

Harry, start analyzing
those interferometric pulses.

See if there's any pattern,
any code to them.

We might be able
to find a weakness.

I'm on it.

I'm increasingly dubious

as to the outcome
of this effort.

The EMH pathways
are seriously degraded.

They might not accept
a matrix overlay.

We have to try.

Please hurry.

I assure you I am working
as quickly as I can.

If I don't prepare

the multitronic paths properly,
there's no chance of success.

It's going to work, Doctor.
I'm sure of it.

What is?

Very well.

We're as ready as we'll ever be.

I've programmed the computer
to install my heuristic matrix

onto the EMH primary circuitry.

We'll both have
to be taken off-line

for the overlay to be made.

After the reinitialization
occurs,

you should activate
the Emergency Medical Hologram.

I understand.

You realize there will be
no second chance.

After this,
1 will no longer exist.

Well, it's been
a brief existence,

but apparently a noble one.

Computer, initiate program
Zimmerman Alpha-1.

Matrix overlay program
is active.

Please stand by.

Captain,
they're right on top of us.

I can't shake them.

Captain, they are
clamping onto our hull.

They're starting
to drain our systems.

Captain, I've got a pattern
on the interferometric pulses.

It's a lattice connecting
all the ships to each other.

All right, here's
what we're going to do--

turn those pulses
right back on them.

Tuvok, lock phasers
on their nearest ship.

If we can destroy one of them,

there's every chance
the interferometric pulse

that links them together
will cause a chain reaction.

But the phaser fire will be
reflected back toward us.

Harry, modulate
our shield frequency

to an inverse harmonic
of the pulse.

That should allow the phasers
to hit the ship.

Ship's phasers are
locked on a target, Captain.

Tuvok, Harry-- do it.

The swarm of ships
has disbanded, Captain.

They are moving away.

Shields are back
to full strength.

Good work, everyone.

Now, let's get out of here.

It seems to be taking forever.

That's to be expected.

It's a complex procedure.

Dr. Zimmerman said he
didn't know if our Doctor

would be restored
to his original programming

or if he'd regain the memories
of the past two years.

I think, at this point,

we'd be glad
to have him back no matter what.

Zimmerman program
Alpha-1 is now complete.

Computer, activate emergency
medical holographic program.

Please state the nature
of the medical emergency.

It worked!

Doctor, I am so glad to see you.

Are you ill, young woman?

No.

N-no, there's no emergency.

I, uh...

I just wanted to see
if you were all right.

It is very irresponsible

to make
such frivolous use of the EMH.

Where's your Chief
Medical Officer?

We don't have one.

Actually, I have
an awful headache.

A headache?

Nurse, tricorder.

You're the nurse?

In a way.

Humph. This woman has
a mild inflammation

of the occipital tissues.

Hardly enough to complain about,

but I'm willing to give
you a mild analgesic.

Thank you.

Get me the vasoconstrictor
and prepare a hypospray

with three percent
hydrocortilene.

Yes, Doctor.

In te, vivo ravviso

Il sogno ch'io vorrei
sempre sognar...