All language subtitles for Star Trek - Voyager - S06E17 - Spirit Folk.en

Get out of the way!

Oh.

Whoa. Easy, now.

Whoo.

Hey, watch out!

Come on. Come on.

Sorry.

Tommy, me boy...

Did you hurt yourself,
Tommy-Boy?

I think I zigged
when I should have zagged.

Well, maybe you ought to stick
to a horse and carriage.

Still, she's a beauty.

The world must
be treating you well

to afford such a thing.

Just dipping
into my inheritance.

Oh, come into some money,
did you?

So who's passed on?

Um, my grandfather
on my mother's side.

An aristocrat,
God rest his soul.

Sounds like he was a fine man.

I'd drink a toast to him,

if I had a shilling
to me name.

Here. It's on me.

It'll take three pints
to do a proper job, Tommy-Boy.

And this isn't
even enough for two.

There. That's all I've got.

You're a generous man.

Care to join me at Sullivan's?

Ah, l wish I could,

but I'm on my way
to Castle O'Dell.

Night's coming.

And they say
when the sun goes down,

the queen of the faerie folk
reclaims the castle.

Ah.

I'll give her your regards.

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

Computer,
replace damaged tire.

Saints preserve us.

I thought I would die
from the shock of it.

Now, Seamus,
you're not a great one

for telling things
the way they were.

I'll admit I've been known

to add a little color
to stories from time to time

to liven things up,
but with God as my witness

I saw Tom Paris using
unnatural powers

to fix that wheel of his.

Tommy-Boy practicing
unholy magic?

Next thing
you'll be telling me is

you want to pay
for your own drinks.

Make fun if you like,
but he was heading

up to Castle O'Dell
only an hour before dark.

Oh, leave it alone, Seamus.

Can't one day go by

without you making
an ass of yourself?

Mm.

But that Tom Paris
is an odd one.

Coming and going through town
as if he built the place.

That's right,
and where does he go?

Oh, he's a shifty one,
and for that matter,

so are his friends.

If you're talking
about Katie O'Clare,

you better watch your mouth.

Oh. Well, you know what
they say, Sullivan--

birds of a feather...

They also say superstition
is the religion of fools.

Kilmanin, 1846.

What?

Old Patsy down in County Meath

spoke of a band of spirit folk
who came to Kilmanin in ‘46.

Kilmanin?

Did you ever hear of it, Doc?

No, this is the first.

Ah, but you won't
find it on any map.

Not anymore.

It was a town

not much different
than Fair Haven.

That is, until this group
of strangers arrived.

The townsfolk welcomed them
with open arms.

After all, a stranger

is just a friend
you haven't met yet.

But they regretted
their hospitality soon enough.

The cows stopped giving milk.

The potatoes grew
rotten in the ground.

Then people started
to go missing.

Oh, go on.

It's true.

What happened to them?

They were taken...

to the otherworld.

When winter came

and the nights grew longer,
the entire town vanished

every post, every nail--

poof-- into thin air,
never to be seen again.

Are you suggesting

that Fair Haven's going
to go the way of Kilmanin

just because we have
a few new folks in town?

I'm suggesting you keep an eye
on Tom Paris and his cohorts.

Not to mention
that lady friend of yours.

So Katie's some kind of
goblin now, is that it?

She's certainly cast
a spell on you.

Well, if you ask me...

Katie!

Am I interrupting?

Aw, just some nonsense.

Seamus is up
to his old tricks again.

Good day to you, Katie.

Oh, it's good to see you.

What'll it be?

The usual, please.

Well, one cup of tea
coming right up.

Did you snatch any children
on the way into town, Katie?

What?

Never mind.

I missed your smile.

What have you been
doing with yourself?

Nothing terribly exciting.

Just helping my aunt
and uncle out on the farm.

They're not as spry
as they used to be.

Although, they've got
a goat that could argue

Mossie Donegan's talking pig
under the table.

You'll have to bring
him into the bar

the next time you're up.

We'll arrange a debate.

I'll see that I do.

I hear they opened
a nickelodeon in Dooleen.

I thought it might
be nice to go to a show.

I've got to tend the bar.

I wish you'd let me
know you were coming.

I would've made arrangements.

That's all right.

We can go some other time.

No, I mean, you've
already made the trip.

It'd be a shame
if you have to leave.

Well, I could be
convinced to stay

if you'd be up
for a game of... rings.

Let's go.

Computer, one dozen
Broadway lilies.

Something tells me
that's not lunch.

Already ate.

Ah. Who are they for?

A friend.

Oh, and this friend
wouldn't happen to be

a lovely Irish lass,
now, would she?

Aren't you due on the Bridge?

Ah, you better watch
yourself, Harry.

These country girls aren't
as simple as you think.

Maggie O'Halloran
could be a little more

than you can handle.

I heard about your
little traffic accident.

That was a clutch malfunction.

It wasn't my fault.

If you ask me,
that whole program

is an accident
waiting to happen.

You have been running
Fair Haven around the clock.

Just yesterday,
I had to replace

three holo-emitters.

I ran a full diagnostic
this morning.

Everything is fine.

Whatever you say.

But when your quaint,
little seaside town

starts to depolarize,
don't come running to me.

If you'll excuse me,
I'm late for a moonlight stroll.

Are you sure you
don't need a chaperon?

Not with your driving record.

I think I know just
what'll make his date

just a little more interesting.

Just don't blow out
any more holo-emitters.

What are we doing out here,
Seamus,

skulking about in the
dark, spying on folks?

What's the matter, Milo?

You got a case of the willies?

Well, what if you're right?

What if this Tom Paris
is some kind of demon?

If we're caught, he'll
cast a spell on us.

Then stop your squawking
or he'll catch us for sure.

Come on, man.
He's getting away.

Ah.

A captain is only as good
as his crew.

It must be lonely
out there on the sea

with only the stars
to guide you.

Sometimes,
during the night watch,

with the timbers creaking,
and the dark water

stretching out as far
as the eye can see,

you can believe you're
the only man in the world.

Maybe you should think

about settling
down on dry land.

Well, believe me, I do.

As often as I think of you.

Can I ask you something, Harry?

Of course.

Would you like to hold my hand?

If you promise
to hold mine back.

Look. He's got some sort
of contraption in his hand.

Ooh, maybe we're going
about this the wrong way.

We should go down to St. Mary's

and tell Father Mulligan
the whole story.

He's not going to listen
to talk of the supernatural.

Aw, if you fill
his collection box,

he'll listen to anything.

That's true.

I thought you were promised
to Ray Ewan.

Not anymore.

Ah.

Can I ask you
something else, Harry?

Please.

Would you like to kiss me?

Is that a trick question?

Holy Mother of God!

Tom!

Don't you have
anything better to do?

Oh, boy.
She really turned on you.

Ha-ha, very funny.

I could have been trampled.

Relax. The holodeck
safeties are on.

There's nothing to worry about.

Poor Maggie.

All right, all right.
You've had your fun.

Now change her back.

Chakotay to Paris and Kim.

Report to the Bridge.

On our way.

What about Maggie?

She'll be fine.
Let her graze.

- Did you hear that?
- Ah!

Amen.

Please be seated.

I recently heard a tale
of two farmers,

who shall remain nameless
for the sake of this sermon.

It seems one broke
the other's plow

and refused to replace it.

His comeuppance was served
to him not by the hand of God

but by the other farmer,
in the form

of a clogged irrigation ditch.

Now, do you think
their disagreement

stopped there?

Of course not.

They go on...

just as the heathen did of old.

After all, one spiteful act

deserves another, right?

Wrong!

What these sinners
have forgotten

is that they are neighbors.

He's in love with the sound
of his own voice.

Whether we are man or woman,

parent or child...

flesh and blood
or photons and force fields...

It has been said...

On the other hand,

perhaps he's been nipping
at the sacramental wine.

And, as such,
our community is everything.

It is our world,
and we are a part of it

just as a branch
is part of a tree.

Do you see... branches
tearing leaves off one another?

No!

Do you see

roots hoarding water
from the trunk?

No!

Do you see...?

Easy, Maggie.

Whoa.

Oh. Easy now.

Did you make a wrong turn

on your way to the milking shed?

Oh, nothing like that
at all, Father.

Something terrible's happened.

What now?

This was Maggie O'Halloran.

The spirits
have turned her into a cow.

Maggie O'Halloran's
been eaten by a cow?

Did you see these spirits?

That we did--

Tom Paris and Harry Kim.

I hate to disappoint you,
but it sounds as though

you've been the victim
of a practical joke.

Tom Paris is a known prankster.

Oh...

it was unholy magic, I tell you.

Aye, aye.

We saw it with our own eyes.

When did this alleged
transformation take place?

Last night.

Well, then, that settles it.

This couldn't possibly be
Maggie O'Halloran.

I saw Maggie this morning
on my way into church.

She was at her cart
tending her flowers.

She's probably there now.

Well, I... I think

that's enough excitement
for one morning.

This mass is over.

Go in peace.

Um... leave the cow.

Oh...

All right, Father.

Excuse us, Maggie.

Take care, Maggie.

Whoa.

Maggie...

Well, good morning, boys.

Is everything all right?

Y-you're looking a little
out of sorts this morning.

Yes. Well, I must admit
I'm not quite myself today.

Oh?

Well, this is going
to sound very odd,

but I feel like I just woke up
from the strangest dream,

and I don't remember going
to sleep.

You're right,
that does sound odd.

Do you remember anything
about last night?

Well, I was out with Harry Kim.

He chatted me up
at The Ox and Lamb,

and we were off on a
walk before I knew it.

What did you do on your walk?

We talked.

What kind of a girl
do you think I am?

Now, Maggie,
we weren't implying anything.

- No!
- Do you recall

anything else
about the evening?

Ah, did anything out of the, um,
ordinary happen?

Anything at all?

I don't remember.

Well, tell us
about the dream, then.

Oh, it was most unpleasant.

I was walking around town

with nothing
but a bell around my neck.

Well, somehow,
I wound up in church.

Everyone was staring at me.

You were there, Seamus...

And you, too, Milo.

The next thing I knew,
I was tending my flowers

just as you boys walked up.

Well, that's quite a story,
Maggie.

Can we get a quick one?

Maybe just a wee taste.

So, I said to young Harry,

"I'm not one for rainy days
and gray skies."

As soon as the words were
out of my mouth,

he called up the spirits
to do his bidding.

A second later,
there wasn't a cloud in the sky.

I was up near Ballahick farm
with little Mary.

She was playing near the well.

Somehow, she lost her footing
and fell in.

I was so frightened.

I didn't know what to do.

So, I ran to the Colbys'
to get some help...

but... when we returned,
there was Mary in the meadow,

talking with Katie O'Clare.

There wasn't a scratch on her.

Katie said
I must've been mistaken

when I saw her fall.

There was no mistake.

I saw something strange, too.

Well, I hesitated
to say anything

for fear you'd think me mad.

But after listening
to your stories today,

I feel you've a right to know.

Well?

Speak up.

Last Sunday, after his sermon,

I saw Father Mulligan
vanish into thin air.

He's one of them, right enough.

Father Mulligan, Tommy-Boy,
Katie and the rest--

they're spirit folk.

Well, what about
that Neelix fellow

who runs The Ox and Lamb?

Well, if he doesn't
look like a leprechaun,

I don't know who does.

They're all probably

up at Castle O'Dell,
conspiring against us.

Now...

that's enough.

I can't deny there's been
some unusual goings-on.

But what are you proposing--

that we run Katie
and her friends out of town?

Or maybe we should line them up
in front of a firing squad--

is that what you want?

These people have been
our neighbors.

We've become friends.

Let's not forget that.

Well, we can't
just sit here and do nothing

while they take over Fair Haven.

I'm not saying we do nothing...

but let's go about this
like civilized people.

What do you suggest--

we sit them down
and discuss it over tea?

You're looking lovelier
than ever, Katie.

Thank you.

Open it.

"The Faerie Queene
by Edmund Spenser."

Thank you, Michael.

It's the longest poem
in the English language,

and the first
to use a nine-line stanza.

I'll start reading it tonight.

I love epic poetry.

Really?

I didn't know that.

It seems as if there's
a lot of things

I don't know about you.

I thought you'd want to know

there's been some talk
about you and your friends.

Strange things have been
happening around town.

Folk are saying you're to blame.

What kind of strange things?

People using unholy magic...

vanishing into thin air...

changing the weather.

By any chance,

would all of this
have anything to do

with your reading suggestion?

As a matter of fact.

Don't tell me.

They say
I'm the "Faerie Queene."

Frankly, they could tell me
you're the devil himself,

and I wouldn't care.

I'll try
not to take that personally.

The sad truth of the matter
is...

I don't know who you are.

What do you mean?

You've been lying to me, Katie.

I've been doing some checking
with friends of mine

in County Clare.

Seems nobody's heard
of you there.

It's a big county.

And I've got a lot of friends.

You've been evasive
from the day we met.

I was a fool not to see it.

Where do you go
when you leave here?

There've been times I wanted
to talk to you--

tell you about my day,

about a book I'd read...

just to say hello...

but I can't,

because I don't know
where to find you.

What are you hiding, Katie?

I'll admit I have misled you
about some things,

but never
about anything important.

And I wasn't lying
when I said I care about you.

I wish I could believe that.

You can.

I didn't want to deceive you...

but under the circumstances,
I had no choice.

What circumstances?

Michael...

there are things about me

you may not be able
to understand.

Try me.

Who are you, Katie?

Where are you really from?

The truth.

Computer, end program.

How did he know?

Those are questions

no holodeck character
should be asking.

What exactly did you
do to that program?

Well, I, I just added
a few bells and whistles

to make the characters
more realistic.

Nothing too fancy.

Well, something's gone wrong.

The people of Fair Haven

aren't simple country
folk anymore. Report.

It looks like we've
worn out our welcome.

It's the first time
we've tried running

a holodeck program nonstop.

We're lucky it lasted this long.

There are damaged subroutines
in all of the character files.

So much for my open door policy.

Shut it down and repair
the damaged systems.

As I recall, everything was fine

until someone started
turning people into cows.

Computer, display Fair Haven
character Michael Sullivan.

Tom.

Where am I?

Where's Katie?

He shouldn't be aware
that he's in the lab.

I've isolated
the damaged subroutines.

I said where the hell am 1?!

l-it's all right, Michael.

Take it easy.

What is this place?

Try to relax.

If someone doesn't tell me
where I am,

I'm going to start
busting heads.

His perceptual filters
are malfunctioning.

What are you saying?
What's a perceptual filter?

l-it's o... it's okay.
We're trying to help you.

There.

Look at these.

Those are the algorithms

designed to keep
him oblivious

to anything outside
the program's parameters.

They're off-line.

Give me a minute.

That should do it.

How are you feeling, Michael?

Never better.

Harry, Liam's been looking
for you.

You're the only man
in four counties

to beat him at arm wrestling.

He wants a rematch.

Tell him he's got one.

I'll do that.

That was easy enough.

Yeah. Unfortunately,

it looks like
all the other characters

have the same malfunction.

Don't tell me we're going

to have to go through
every one of them?

If we reactivate the program,
use the primary control port

in Sullivan's pub,

we could reset all
the perceptual filters

with a single command sequence.

Ah. I guess we'll be
seeing you later.

Looking forward to it.

Computer, resume Fair Haven
program in Holodeck 1,

and transfer Michael Sullivan
back to his bar.

Danny!

Danny, come here.

Fetch Doc Fitzgerald.

Tell him to meet me
in the church.

Go on, hurry, lad.

We thought we'd reset
his perceptual filters,

until we took a closer look
at his subroutines.

Turns out he was just
playing along.

Ha. Never underestimate
an Irish hologram.

We'll have to reprogram Michael
when we do the others.

Let's just hope he
didn't share the experience

with too many others.

Got it.

These resequenced algorithms
should do the trick.

Good luck.

What the hell was I thinking?

A minor malfunction.

Well, that's the problem.

I've got a boyfriend
who malfunctions.

Tom and Harry'll fix him.

And if they can't?

One piece of advice
you've always given me--

tell the truth.

Hate to break the news
to you, Michael,

but I'm a starship Captain,

and you're a 300 deciwatt
holodeck program.

I couldn't do it.

In that case...
you'll have to get creative.

I'm not a
superstitious man, Doc,

but I've been seeing things
I can't explain.

You're not the only one.

At first I thought we had
an epidemic on our hands.

But this is no fever.

No, it's not.

Last night,
I was talking to Katie,

and the next thing I knew,

I was being spirited away
to God knows where.

They took you? Where?

Maybe it was the otherworld.
I don't know.

Tom Paris was there.

Young Harry, too.

What did they want with you?

I'm not sure.

They were talking about me
like I wasn't there.

Saying things about Fair Haven--

that we knew too much
about them.

Oh, Lord.

And that's not all.

They were saying something

about coming to the pub tonight

to change the town somehow.

What does that mean?

I'm damned if I know.

How did you get away?

With all the talk
about us knowing

too much about them,

I figured that if I pretended
nothing was out of the ordinary,

they might let me go.

And sure enough, that's
exactly what they did.

I wonder if this is how
things started in Kilmanin

back in '46.

I'm not sure
what they have in mind.

But we'd better be prepared.

We're in luck.

Nobody's home.

If we're going to fight them,
we've got to use

the right ammunition.

Biddy Ramsey gave me this
before she passed on.

She knew a thing or two

about fairy magic
and how to fight it.

Everything she learned,

she learned from this book.

I doubt if it says anything
about using rifles.

You'd be surprised
how many things

a bullet will stop.

I don't like this one bit.

Guns, Seamus.

Under normal circumstances,
I'd agree with you, Michael...

but these aren't
normal circumstances.

Maybe you'd still like us
to be acting civilized.

Where did that get you before?

A ticket to the otherworld,
that's what.

Now, we don't know
what the spirit folk

have in store for us.

That's just it.

We don't know much
about anything, do we?

And we've got Milo here

acting like a holy war
has been declared.

Relax, Sullivan.

The rifles are only
a last resort.

Besides,
we've got incantations,

which are more lethal

to spirit folk than any
weapons forged by man.

That's how we're going

to force them
back into their realm.

And we've got red twine

to stop them
from changing shape.

And don't forget
about the ash berries.

Ash berries, right.

That's how you keep them
from using their powers

against you.

They've been walking
amongst us for weeks now,

pretending to be our friends.

Lying to us, making mischief.

What's next?

Yeah!

What is next, Seamus?

I for one am not going
to stand by

and let them run roughshod
over our town.

We can't rest until we've driven
every one of them out.

They're here!

Tom Paris and Harry Kim--
they're in Sullivan's right now!

Who's with me?

Come on.

There they are!

Seamus, let us explain.

You're making a mistake.

The only mistake we made
was letting you into Fair Haven.

What's that?

Shoot it.

No, wait, wait. That's
a delicate piece of...

...technology.

Warning. Holodeck controls and
safety protocols are off-line.

A voice from the otherworld.

Emergency overrides
are malfunctioning.

Computer, freeze program!

62 percent compliance.

They're getting away!

After them!

Computer, exit.

Gunfire?

Two shots directly
at the primary controls.

We can't deactivate the program

or get the safeties
back on line.

Where are Tom and Harry now?

St. Mary's.

Looks like some
of your parishioners

are holding them captive.

We can't blame them
for being frightened.

They must think we're
some kind of sorcerers.

Well, we could use
a little magic right now,

because that's about
the only way

we're going to get
our people back.

Transporters?

Too many stray photons.

We can't get a lock.

We should enter the holodeck

with a security team
and take them by force.

Need I remind you

that the holo-characters
have weapons as well.

We'd be risking armed conflict.

Well, then let's
just pull the plug.

Cut power to the holo-grid.

That would purge the
program from our database.

Exactly.

But we'd lose Fair Haven

and all its people.

They're not people.
They're holograms.

And they weren't programmed
to be violent.

I don't believe
they'd harm anyone.

You can't be certain.

Well, I am certain.

And I'd like to find
a less drastic solution.

With all due respect, Captain,

Michael can be reprogrammed--

Tom and Harry can't.

One problem at a time,
B'Elanna.

The people of Fair Haven
may not be real,

but our feelings
toward them are.

I won't destroy
these relationships

if we can find another way.

Now, if we could attach
transport enhancers

onto Tom and Harry,

would that be enough
to cut through the interference?

I believe so.

Good.

Then, we just need to get
someone close to them.

Doctor.

A few words of inspiration
should get me within reach.

I suggest you use
your mobile emitter.

It'll isolate you
from the malfunctions.

Good idea.

Stand by to cut power
to the holo-grid,

in case things get out of hand.

Aye, Captain.

In the meantime,

I believe your flock
needs tending.

Ex labis caelstium sanctorum

super ad aures atorum
larvarum mentientium.

From the lips
of the heavenly saints above

to the ears of the dark

and lying spirits--

may your spectral forms

be cast back to the otherworld!

Back to the otherworld!

There must be some trick
to these incantations.

What do you make of this,
Seamus?

We should just
tell them the truth.

Oh, good idea, Harry.

Do you want to tell them

they're only holograms,
or should 1?

I see you left your box
of charms at Sullivan's.

I believe this is the talisman
you used on Maggie.

Maybe we should turn
them into cows.

No, no, there's been
a misunderstanding.

We are not spirit folk.

I think we've heard enough
of your lies, Tommy-Boy.

I say we tie them up
to the lamppost in the square

and show them how spirit folk

were dealt with
in the olden days.

Leave them alone.

It's bad enough
you've got them trussed up

like Christmas turkeys.

There's no need
for foolish threats!

You'd better watch
whose side you're on.

You're not above
suspicion yourself.

Oh, so we're going to start

turning on one another
now, is that it?

We are if you're choosing
them over your own people.

Sinners!

Sinners, all of you.

You have the audacity
to turn a house of worship

into a prison?

This is where we gather
to pledge our love

for our fellow man--

not condemnation.

You should all be
ashamed of yourselves.

Quite a rousing sermon, Father,

but I'm afraid
you're not going to find

too many takers tonight.

Not after your
little vanishing act.

It seems Grace Declan
saw you disappear

into thin air on Sunday.

Aye. I'd say that sounds
a wee bit unholy.

You're in league
with them, aren't you?

Tie him up with the others.

Listen to yourselves.

You're letting confusion
and fear get the best of you.

Doctor to Janeway.
What's this?

Fire and brimstone
don't seem to be working.

Look here, Seamus!

Another talisman.

Quick, get it off of him!

Beam him out of there.

His program's been disengaged
from the mobile emitter.

And what were you planning
on doing with these?

Those are the devices
that will allow us to leave.

Just put them on our coats
and we'll be on our way.

You'd like us to believe
that, wouldn't you?

Something tells me
these are spirit charms.

We pin them on you

and God knows
what powers you'll have.

This is no charm.

It's some kind of a machine.

Oh, it doesn't matter.

They won't be telling us
the truth about any of it.

Oh, they'll tell us
the truth, all right.

There's more than one way

to pluck the wings
off a pixie.

We'll induce a trance.

Give me Billy Ramsey's spoon.

Keep your eyes
on the silverware, Father.

I hope you know
this is blasphemous.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

I can't be hypnotized.

I can't isolate
the Doctor's program.

He's been integrated
into the Fair Haven matrix.

He's vulnerable.

Tell us the words.

How do we banish the spirit folk
to the otherworld?

There is no otherworld.

Only Voyager.

"Voyager"?

Federation Starship,
Intrepid-class,

registry number NCC-74656.

You're from some sort of vessel?

Mm-hmm.

He's talking gibberish.

Maybe he's not.

This ship of yours--

is that where you took me?

Look here.

It says if you can get a spirit
to reveal his true name,

you'll render yourself
impervious to his charms.

What is your true name?

I haven't decided on one yet.

Katie's on that ship, isn't she?

Tell me where to find her,

so I can get
to the bottom of this.

I'm sorry, Michael.
I can't do that.

Then I guess I'm asking
the wrong person.

Tell me how to get to Voyager.

No, Michael.

What are you doing, Sullivan?

No man who's gone
to the otherworld

has ever come back.

I have.

How do I get there?

Captain, the mobile emitter
has been activated.

Lock on to the signal.

I had a cousin, went to America.

He saw some strange things...

but nothing like this.

You're not in America.

This is a starship.

It's called...

Voyager.

I know.

Should I transfer him
back to the holodeck?

No.

My name isn't Katie O'Clare.

It's Kathryn Janeway.

Captain Kathryn Janeway.

It's going to be difficult
to explain.

Maybe it's best
if I just show you.

You've seen my world.

It seems fair that I should
have a chance to see yours.

Captain?

So this really is a starship.

But how can that be possible?

Have you ever read
The Time Machine

by H. G. Wells?

Are you telling me you've
traveled back through time?

In a manner of speaking.

That's Patrick Gibson
and his cousin, Frank.

They work on the wharf.

They're in my pub
every Saturday night

for the rings tournament.

You'll find a lot
of familiar faces on Voyager.

We've been visiting
your town for months.

Why?

We're explorers.

I-I'm not letting you
off the hook that easy,

Kathryn Janeway.

There must be more
interesting places

to explore than Fair Haven.

Can you think of any place
you'd rather be?

I guess that leaves
but one question.

How long are you
planning on staying?

Well, that depends...

if we're still welcome.

My door is always open.

But you're the Captain
of a starship.

I'm a barkeep.

Just because we're
from different worlds

doesn't mean we can't
care for each other.

Tuvok to Janeway.

Go ahead.

The situation has escalated.

The townspeople have started
to pile kindling

at the base of three lampposts
in the village square.

Stand by.

Take them outside now!

Stay back!

What are you doing?

That might not be
Michael Sullivan.

A demon could have
taken his shape!

It's me, Milo.

I've been to the place
they call Voyager,

and I've brought
Katie back with me.

I've come in hopes that we

can resolve our differences
peacefully.

Peacefully?

I'm sure that's what
you told the people

of Kilmanin.

They had nothing to do
with what happened in Kilmanin,

if it happened at all.

We're truly sorry
for what's happened here.

We never meant
to frighten anyone.

Seamus, you were right
about one thing.

They are quite different
from us.

But not in so many ways
that we can't be friends.

And we're not spirit folk.

Some of our technology
may seem like magic,

but I assure you it's not.

Katie showed me things

that are beyond
our comprehension.

They have machines that
I can't begin to describe,

but not once have they
used them against us.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

Milo, you said you
didn't like the rain.

And young Harry Kim
made it go away.

Edith Mulcahey herself

said that Katie O'Clare
pulled her daughter

from the well
and out of harm's way.

These are not the deeds
of spirits and mischief-makers.

But they turned Maggie
into a cow!

Uh, that'll never happen again.

I swear.

There, you see--

we have his word.

And if we can't trust
a man's word in Fair Haven,

what can we trust?

If you want...

we'll leave
and never bother you again.

But we'd prefer to find some way
to keep our friendship alive.

Captain?

I, for one, would like
to keep playing rings

with Harry and Tom.

Keep having Neelix's
steamed cabbage

at The Ox and Lamb,

keep taking walks with Katie.

Let's not turn our backs
on these good people.

If we do,
we're only punishing ourselves.

Just because we're
from different worlds,

doesn't mean we can't
care for each other.

If we're going
to retain the program,

we can't keep running
it around the clock.

Not until we've repaired
these damaged systems.

Not ever!

We've pushed the limits
of holo-technology

and they've pushed back.

If we try it again,
we're just asking for trouble.

I'm afraid we're
going to have to close

your open door policy.

Yes, ma'am.

What about the characters?

Should I purge their memories
of the last few days?

No. Leave them.

They think we're space men
from the future.

It won't exactly
be like old times.

We learn to accept alien species
with new technologies.

Let's hope
the people of Fair Haven

will learn to accept us.

But before we shut down
the program and begin repairs,

what do you say
to one more round at Sullivan's?

My treat.

You may be from the moon,
Tommy-Boy,

but I've got three shillings

that says I can still
whip you at rings.

Ho! You're on.

Hello, Harry.

I'll catch up with you later.

Tommy-Boy!

I've been told there's a pot
of gold somewhere in Glen Abbey.

Would you be able to find it

with one of those fancy machines
of yours?

Just follow the rainbow,
Seamus.

Rainbow, eh?

I didn't think you'd ever
speak to me again.

Well, I suppose I can
forgive and forget.

It's not that often you meet

a handsome young man
from outer space.

What's this,
Christmas come early?

It has for you.

Open it.

A Connecticut Yankee
in King Arthur's Court

by Mark Twain.

I've read some of his books,
but not this one.

It's about two people
from different times

who fall in love,
among other things.

Sounds familiar.

Maybe I have read it.

Thank you, Katie.

Or Kathryn now, is it?

Oh!

They say if you know
a spirit's true name,

that it renders you impervious
against her charms.

Do you think there's
any truth in that?

Not a word.

I'm glad to hear it.