All language subtitles for Star Trek The Next Generation S1x1

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 civilisations,

to boldly go
where no one has gone before.

Captain's log, stardate 41153.7.

Our destination is planet Deneb IV,

beyond which lies the great
unexplored mass of the galaxy.

As you ordered, sir.

My orders are to examine Farpoint,

a starbase built there
by the inhabitants of that world.

Meanwhile, I'm becoming better
acquainted with my new command,

this Galaxy-class USS Enterprise.

I am still somewhat in awe
of its size and complexity.

As for my crew, we are short
in several key positions,

most notably a first officer.

But I'm informed that a highly experienced
man, one Cmdr William Riker,

will be waiting to join the ship
at our Deneb IV destination.

You will agree, Data, that
Starfleet's orders are - difficult.

Difficult? Simply solve the mystery
of Farpoint Station.

As simple as that.

Farpoint Station.
Even the name sounds mysterious.

It's hardly simple, Data, to negotiate
a friendly agreement for Starfleet

to use the base,
while at the same time, snoop around,

finding out how and why the life form
there have built it.

Inquiry. The word... "snoop"?

Data, how can you be programmed as a
virtual encyclopedia of human information

without knowing
a simple word like "snoop"?

Possibility: A kind of human behavior
I was not designed to emulate.

It means, uh... to...

spy, to... sneak.

Ah - to seek covertly,
to go stealthily, to slink, slither.

(Exactly, yes) Glide, creep, pussyfoot,
gum- (Yes!) -shoe.

Captain.

I'm sensing a...

...a powerful mind.

Something strange
on the detector circuit.

It registers as solid, Captain.

Or an incredibly powerful force field.
But if we collide with it, it could be very -

Shut off that damn noise!
Go to yellow alert.

Shields and deflectors up, sir.

Reverse power, full stop.

Controls to full stop, sir.

Now reading full stop, sir.

Thou art notified that thy kind

hath infiltrated the galaxy
too far already.

Thou art directed to return to
thine own solar system immediately.

That's quite a directive.

Would you mind identifying
what you are?

We call ourselves the Q.

Or thou mayst call me that.
It's all much the same thing.

I present myself to thee
as a fellow ship captain,

that thou mayst better understand me.

Go back whence thou camest.
Stay where thou art!

- Data, call medics.
- He's frozen!

He would not have injured you.
You recognize this? The Stun setting?

Knowing humans as thou dost, Captain,
would thou be captured helpless by them?

Now, go back
or thou shalt most certainly die.

Captain's log, supplementary.

The frozen form of Lt Torres
has been rushed to sickbay.

The question now is
the incredible power of the Q being.

Do we dare oppose it?

Captain, thy little centuries
go by so rapidly.

Perhaps thou will
better understand this.

Actually, the issue at stake
is patriotism.

You must return to your world
and put an end to the commies.

All it takes are a few good men.

What? That nonsense
is centuries behind us.

You can't deny that you're still
a dangerous, savage, child-race.

Most certainly I deny it!

I agree, we still were when humans wore...
costumes like that,

400 years ago.

Which time you slaughtered millions,
in silly arguments

about how to divide the resources
of your little world.

And 400 years before that,
you were murdering each other

in quarrels over tribal god images.

Since then, there are no indications
that humans will ever change.

But even... when we wore costumes like that,
we'd already started to make rapid progress.

Oh yeah? You want to review
your "rapid progress"?

Rapid progress...

where humans learn to control
their military with drugs.

Sir, sickbay reports
Lt Torres's condition is better.

Oh! Concerned for one's fellow comrade.
How touching.

And now a personal request, sir.
Permission to clean up the bridge.

Lt Worf is right, sir. As Security Chief,
I can't just stand here and let -

Yes, you can, Lt Yar.

Ooh, better. And later,
on finally reaching deep space,

humans of course found enemies
to fight out there, too.

And to broaden those struggles, you again
found allies for still more murdering.

The same old story, all over again.

No. The same old story
is the one we're meeting now.

Self-righteous life forms who are
eager - not to learn - but to prosecute,

to judge anything they don't
understand or can't tolerate!

What an interesting idea!
Prosecute and judge.

I suppose it turns out we understand
you humans only too well.

We've no fear what the true facts
about us will reveal.

Facts about you?
Splendid! Splendid, Captain!

You're a veritable fountain
of good ideas.

There are preparations to make.

But when we next meet, Captain,
we'll proceed exactly as you suggest.

Sir, respectfully submit,
our only choice is to fight.

Fight, or try to escape.

Sense anything, Commander?

Its mind is much too powerful.
Recommend we avoid contact.

From this point, no station aboard,
repeat: no station for any reason

will make use of transmitted signals
or intercom.

We'll try and take them by surprise.

Let's see what this Galaxy-class
starship can do.

Lieutenant, inform engine room
to prepare for maximum acceleration.

- Aye, sir.
- Record search, Data.

Results of detaching saucer
at high-warp velocity.

Inadvisable at any warp speed, sir.

Search theoretical.

It is possible.
But absolutely no margin for error.

Using print-out only, notify all decks
to prepare for maximum acceleration.

Now hear this:
"Maximum", you're entitled to know,

means that we'll be pushing our
engines well beyond safety limits.

Our hope is to surprise
whatever that is out there.

Try and outrun it.

Our only other option...

..is to tuck tail between our legs
and return to Earth as they demand.

Engine room ready, sir.

The board shows green. All go.

Stand by.

Engage.

Velocity warp 9.2.

- Heading 351, mark 11, sir.
- Steady on that.

The hostile is now giving chase, sir.
Accelerating fast.

We're now at warp 9.3, sir,
which takes us past the red line.

Continue accelerating.

Counselor, at this point I'm open
to guesses about what we just met.

It felt like something beyond
what we consider a life form.

Beyond?

Very, very advanced, sir,
or certainly, very, very... different.

We're at 9.4, sir.

Hostile is now beginning
to overtake us, sir.

Are you sure?

Hostile's velocity is already warp 9.6, sir.
Shall I put them on the main viewer?

Reverse angle.

Magnifying viewer image.

Hostile's velocity is 9.7, sir.

Worf, inform the engine room
that we need more.

Engine room attempting to comply, sir,
but they caution us -

Go to Yellow Alert. Arm aft photon torpedoes.
Place them on ready status.

Torpedoes to ready, sir.

Hostile now at warp 9.8, sir.

Our velocity is only 9.5, sir.

Projection, sir: We may be able
to match hostile's 9.8, sir.

But at extreme risk.

Now reading the hostile at warp 9.9, sir.

Now, hear this:

Print-out message, urgent,
all stations and all decks:

Prepare for emergency saucer separ(ation).

You will command the saucer section,
Lieutenant.

I am a Klingon, sir. For me, to seek
escape when my captain goes into battle -

You are a Starfleet officer,
Lieutenant.

Aye, sir.

Make the mark, Data.

Note in ship's log,
that at this startime

I'm transferring command
to the battle bridge.

Captain's log, stardate 41153.7.

Preparing to detach saucer section,

so that families and the majority
of the ship's company

can seek relative safety,
while the vessel's stardrive,

containing the battle bridge
and the main armaments,

will turn back and confront
the mystery that is threatening us.

Lieutenant, your torpedoes must detonate
close enough to the hostile

to blind it the moment we separate.

Understood, sir.

- All decks acknowledging, sir.
- Worf, this is the Captain.

The moment of separation,
we will reverse power just enough

to get your saucer section out ahead
and clear of us.

Understood, sir.

Torpedoes away, sir.

Begin countdown... Mark.

Starship separation... six,

five, four, three,

two, one.

Separation is successful, sir.

Torpedoes have detonated, sir.

Let's come to a stop. Reverse power.

Reverse power. Decelerating.

Dead stop.

We'll hold this position...
and wait for them.

That will bring them here
in just minutes, sir.

Will we make a fight of it, Captain?
If we can at least damage their ship,

- we have a chance...
- Lieutenant.

Are you recommending that we fight
a life form that can do all those things?

I'd like to hear your advice.

I spoke before I thought, sir.

We should look for some way to distract
them from going after the saucer.

All forward motion stopped, sir.

Thank you, Conn.

Commander, signal the following in
all languages and on all frequencies:

We surrender.

State that we are not asking
for any terms or conditions.

Aye, sir.

All language forms and frequencies.

The prisoners will all stand.

Historically intriguing, Captain.

Very, very accurate.

Mid-21st century.
The post-atomic horror.

All present,

stand and make respectful attention
to honored judge.

Careful, sir.
This is not an illusion or a dream.

But these courts belong in the past.

I don't understand, either.
But this is real.

Get to your feet, criminals!

At least we're acquainted
with the judge, Captain.

Attention!

On your feet. Attention!

You are out of order.

The prisoners will not be harmed...

...until they're found guilty.

Dispose of that.

Can we assume, you mean,
this will be a fair trial?

Yes, absolutely equitable.

Before this gracious court
now appear these prisoners

to answer for the multiple and
grievous savageries of the species.

How plead you, criminal?

If I may, Captain?

Objection, Your Honor. In the year 2036,
the New United Nations declared

that no Earth citizen
could be made to answer

for the crimes of his race
or forbears.

Objection denied. This is a court
of the year 2079,

by which time more "rapid progress"

had caused all United Earth nonsense
to be abolished.

- Tasha, no!
- I must!

Because I grew up in a world
that allowed things like this "court".

And it was people like these
that saved me from it.

This so-called court should get down
on its knees to what Starfleet is.

What it represents.

You barbarian!

- This woman...
- Criminals, keep silence!

You've got a lot to learn about humans
if you think you can torture us

or frighten us into silence!

Will she live?

Uncertain.
When he froze Lt Torres on the bridge,

we had a sickbay to help thaw him out.

You will answer the charges,
criminal.

For what? For this?

Her death? Or worse?

You promised the prisoners
will not be harmed.

We plead nothing so long as
you break your own rules.

I suggest you center
your attention on this trial, Captain.

It may be your only hope.

I suggest you are now having second thoughts about it.

You are considering that
if you conduct a fair trial,

which was your promise...
you may lose.

Lose?

Yes. Even though you're judge and prosecutor.

And jury.

Accepted.
So long as you keep to your agreement.

Assaulting a prisoner is hardly
a fair trial!

This is a merciful court.

Silence!

Continuing these proceedings, I must caution
you that legal trickery is not permitted.

- This is a court of...
- ...court of fact.

We humans know our past,
even when we're ashamed of it.

I recognize this "court system"
as the one that agreed

with that line from Shakespeare:
"Kill all the lawyers".

Which was done.

Leading to the rule
"guilty until proven innocent".

Of course. Bringing the innocent to trial
would be unfair.

You will answer to the charge
of being a grievously savage race.

"Grievously savage"
could mean anything.

I will answer only specific charges.

Are you certain you want a full
disclosure of human ugliness?

So be it, fool.

Present the charges.

Criminal, you will read
the charges to the court.

I see no charges against us,
Your Honor.

You are out of order!

Soldiers,
you will press those triggers,

if this criminal answers
with any word other than "guilty".

Criminal, how plead you?

Guilty.

Provisionally.

The court will hear the provision.

We question whether this court is abiding
by its own trial instructions.

How about your permission to have
Cmdr Data repeat the record?

There'll be no legal trickery.

These will be your own words,
Your Honor.

What exactly followed
His Honor's statement

that the prisoners will not be harmed?

Yes, sir.

The Captain had asked the question:

"Can we assume, you mean,
this will be a fair trial?"

And in reply the judge stated:

"Yes, absolutely equitable."

Irrelevant testimony,
entirely irrelevant.

Alright!

We agree, there is evidence
to support the court's contention

that humans have been savage.

Therefore, I say: test us. Test whether
this is presently true of humans.

I see. I see!

And so you petition the court to
accept you and your comrades

as proof of what humanity has become?

There must be many ways we can be tested.
We have a long mission ahead of us.

Another brilliant suggestion, Captain.

But your test
hardly requires a long mission.

Your immediate destination
offers far more challenge

than you can possibly imagine.

Yes. This Farpoint Station
will be an excellent test.

All present, respectfully stand.

This court is adjourned,
to allow the criminals to be tested.

This honorable court is adjourned.

Stand respectfully.

Captain, you may find
that you're not nearly clever enough

to deal with what lies ahead for you.

It may have been better
to accept sentence here.

What is present course, Conn.?

What it's been all along, sir.
Direct heading to Farpoint Station.

Confirm. We are on that heading, sir.

You know anything about Farpoint, sir?
Sounds like a fairly dull place.

We've heard that
we may find it rather interesting.

Personal log, Cmdr William Riker.

Stardate 41153.7.

The USS Hood has dropped me off
at Farpoint Station,

where I await the arrival
of the new USS Enterprise,

to which I've been assigned
as First Officer.

Meanwhile, I've been asked to visit
the Farpoint Administrator's Office

in the old city.

Aah, Cmdr Riker. I thought you want to know
we've still no word from your vessel.

I trust we made
your waiting comfortable?

- Luxurious is more like it.
- Good!

Good.

Would I seem ungrateful
if I ask for some information?

Anything.

Fascinating, the advanced materials used
in constructing this space station.

Your energy surplus must be
as abundant as I've heard.

Geothermal energy is one of the
great blessings of this planet.

I'll have all the details of that
sent to your quarters.

Thank you.
But it still seems incredible to me

that you could have constructed
this station so rapidly and so...

...so perfectly suited to our needs.

Would you care for
an Earth delicacy, Commander?

If there's an apple...

I'm sorry, Commander.

Oh, it doesn't matter.
What I was saying was...

- I'll be damned.
- Ah! Yes.

There was another selection here.

Groppler, I could have sworn
this wasn't here a minute ago.

And did your failure to notice it
make it unwelcome?

Not at all, Groppler.

I trust it will be the same
with Farpoint Station, Commander.

A few easily answered questions
about it

won't make Starfleet
appreciate it less.

And it's delicious. Thank you.

- Good morning, Groppler Zorn.
- Good morning.

You have been told NOT to do that.

Why can't you understand?

It will arouse their suspicion.

And if that happens,
we will have to punish you.

We will! I promise you!

Dr Crusher!

Mother... It's Cmdr Riker.

- Hello, Wes. Enjoying Farpoint Station?
- Yes, sir.

I saw you and thought,
I might join you for a stroll.

Actually, we were about
to do some shopping.

- I've been meaning to visit the mall myself.
- Of course.

If you're wondering about Mom,
Cmdr Riker... she's not unfriendly.

She's just shy around men
she doesn't know.

Wesley! I believe, that means,
he would like us to be friends.

Oh, I'm willing, Doctor.

Although we're not
officially part of the Enterprise,

I thought, there might be something useful
we can do while we wait.

Useful? How, Commander?

Investigating some things that I've noticed
since I've been here.

- The last was a piece of...
- Gold would be lovely with this.

- I had asked for...
- I am sure, Commander, there are reasons

for a first officer to want to demonstrate
his energy and alertness to a new captain.

But since my duty and interests
are outside the command structure...

Doesn't he remarkably happen to have
exactly what you asked for?

Thank you...
I'll take the entire bolt.

Send it to our starship when it arrives.
Charge to Dr Crusher.

Let's see, where were we?

I was accusing you of inventing work
in order to curry favor

with our new Captain.
I apologize.

Mom, that gold pattern wasn't there.

Maybe this is something
Jean-Luc would like to look into.

Jean-Luc Picard?
You know the Captain?

When I was little, he brought
my father's body home to us.

Yes, Wes, long long ago.

A pleasure to meet you, Commander.
Will excuse us.

My pleasure, Doctor.

- Wes.
- Sir?

See you on board.

Yes, sir.

Sir, the Enterprise is arriving...

Is this an official report, Lieutenant?

Sorry. Commander.
Sir, Lt La Forge reporting,

the Enterprise arriving,
but without the saucer section, sir.

- Stardrive section only? What happened?
- I don't know, sir.

Capt Picard has signaled for you
to beam up immediately.

Our new Captain doesn't waste time.
It's a good idea.

- Thank you, Lieutenant.
- Aye, sir.

Enterprise, this is Cmdr Riker
at Farpoint Station.

Standing by to beam up.

Lt Yar of Security, sir.

Capt Picard will see you
on the battle bridge.

With the saucer gone, can I assume
there has something interesting happened

on the way here?

Battle bridge.
That's for the Captain to explain, sir.

Do we have clearance?

- Aye, sir, standard parking orbit.
- Make it so.

Cmdr Riker, sir.

Riker, WT, reporting as ordered, sir.

- Is the viewer ready?
- All set up, sir.

We'll first bring you up to date
on our... little adventure we had

on our way here, Commander.

Then we'll talk.

Welcome aboard.

This way, sir.

Thou art directed to return
to thine own solar system immediately.

Go back,
or thou shalt most certainly die.

You can't deny you're still
a dangerous, savage, child-race.

Message from the saucer module, sir.
It will arrive here in 51 minutes.

Inform them we'll connect
as soon as they arrive.

And send the Commander to me
when he's finished. (Yes, sir.)

And 400 years before that,
you were murdering each other

in quarrels over tribal god images.

Since then, there are no indications
that humans will ever change.

There are preparations to make.

But when we next meet, Captain,
we'll proceed exactly as you suggest.

He calls that a little adventure.

Come.

Not exactly a
run-of-the-mill happening, Captain.

It seems we're alive only because
we have been placed on probation.

A very serious kind of probation.

Go.

The saucer module
now entering orbit with us, sir.

Acknowledge.

Cmdr Riker will conduct
a manual docking. Picard out.

Sir?

You reported in, haven't you?
You are qualified?

- Yes, sir.
- Then I mean now, Commander.

They say you will be doing this...
manually, sir.

- No automation.
- As ordered.

Velocity to
one half-meter per second.

Adjust pitch angle.
Negative, three degrees.

Watch your roll angle, Conn.

All stations,
prepare for reconnection.

Thrusters to station keeping.
All velocities zero.

Her inertia should do the job now.

Lock up. Now.

A fairly routine maneuver but...
you handled it quite well.

Thank you, sir.
I hope I showed some promise.

I do have some questions
for you, however.

Yes, sir. I thought you might.

I see in your file that Capt DeSoto
thinks very highly of you.

One curious thing, however: you refused
to let him beam down to Altair III.

In my opinion, sir, Altair III was
too dangerous to risk exposing the Captain.

I see. A captain's rank
means nothing to you.

Rather the reverse, sir. But a captain's
life means a great deal more to me.

Isn't it just possible that you
don't get to be a Starfleet captain

without knowing whether
it's safe to beam down or not?

Isn't it a little presumptuous
of a first officer

to second-guess
his captain's judgement?

Permission to speak candidly, sir?

Always.

Having been a first officer yourself,

you know that assuming
that responsibility

must by definition include
the safety of the captain.

I have no problem with following
any rules you lay down,

short of compromising your safety.

And you don't intend to back off
from that position?

No, sir.

One further thing.

- A special favor.
- Anything, sir.

Using the same strength you showed
with Capt DeSoto, I would appreciate

if you would keep me from making
an ass of myself with children.

- Sir?
- I'm not a family man. Riker,

and yet, Starfleet has given me
a ship with children aboard.

- Yes, sir.
- And l...

I don't feel comfortable with children.

But since a captain needs
an image of geniality...

...you're to see
that's what I project.

Aye, sir.

Welcome to the Enterprise,
Cmdr Riker.

Naturally, I've heard of your case.
The visor implant you wear is...

Is a remarkable piece of
bio-electronic engineering

by which, I quote,
"could see much of the EM spectrum

ranging from simple heat and infrared
through radio waves," et cetera, et cetera,

and forgive me if I say, I've listened
to this a thousand times before.

- You've been blind all your life?
- Hm, hm. I was born this way.

And you felt pain all the years
you've used using this?

They say it's because I use
my natural sensors in different ways.

Well, I see two choices.

The first is painkillers.

- Which would affect how this works.
- Hm, hm.

No. And choice number two?

Exploratory surgery.
Desensitize the brain areas troubling you.

Same difference.

No, thank you, Doctor.

I understand.

See you.

- Yes, sir?
- Where will I find Cmdr Data?

Cmdr Data is on special assignment, sir.

He's using our shuttle craft to transfer
an admiral over to the Hood.

An admiral?

He's been aboard all day, sir,
checking over medical layout.

Why a shuttle craft?
Why wouldn't he just beam over?

I suppose he could, sir, but the Admiral's
a rather... remarkable man.

Have you got some reason you want my
atoms scattered all over space, boy?

No, sir. But at your age, sir,
I thought,

you shouldn't put up with the time
and trouble of a shuttle craft.

- Hold it right there, boy.
- Sir?

What about my age?

- Sorry, sir. If that subject troubles you...
- Troubles me?

What's so damn troublesome
about not having died?

How old do you think I am anyway?

137 years, Admiral,
according to Starfleet records.

Explain how
you remember that so exactly.

I remember every fact
I'm exposed to, sir.

I don't see no points on your ears, boy,
but you sound like a Vulcan.

No, sir. I'm an android.

Hm...

Almost as bad.

I thought it was generally accepted, sir,

that Vulcans are an advanced
and most honorable race.

They are, they are...

And damn annoying at times.

Yes, sir.

Well, this is a new ship,
but she's got the right name.

- Now you remember that, you hear?
- I will, sir.

You treat her like a lady.

And she'll always bring you home.

Did you signal the Hood,
Cmdr Riker?

Your exact message:
"Bon voyage, mon ami".

Ha-haa. What was the reply, computer?

You're wasting time, Captain.
Or did you think I was gone?

Lieutenant! Do you intend
to blast a hole in the viewer?

If the purpose of this
is to test humans,

Your Honor, we must proceed
in our own way.

You are dilatory. You have 24 hours.

Any further delay, and you risk summary
judgement against you, Captain.

- Sorry, sir.
- You reacted fast, Mr Worf.

But futilely.

I will learn to do better, sir.

Of course you will.
We've a long voyage ahead of us.

What do we do now, Captain,

with their monitoring our
every move and every word?

We do exactly what we do
if this Q never existed.

If we're going to be damned, let's be
damned for what we really are.

Personal log, stardate 41153.8.

Of the 24 hours Q allotted us
to prove ourselves,

11 have now passed
without incident.

And yet I cannot forget
Q's prediction

that we will face
some critical test.

This planet's interior heat provides
an abundance of geothermal energy,

but it's about all that this world does offer.

And it's your belief that this is
what made it possible for them

to construct this base
to Starfleet standards?

Yes, sir. We have to assume that
they've been trading their surplus energy

for the construction materials
used here.

According to our ship's scans,

many of the materials used
are not found on this world.

Perhaps it's like those incidents
you've described in your report as

"almost magical attempts
to please us".

Those events did happen, sir.

None of it suggests
anything threatening.

If only every life form
had as much desire to please.

Ready to beam down? I'm looking forward
to meeting this Groppler Zorn.

I have a feeling there's more to it
than just trying to please us.

As if it's something
Q is doing to trick us?

Over here. I've asked the Counselor
to join us in this meeting.

May I introduce our new
First Officer, Cmdr William Riker.

Cmdr Riker, this is our
ship's Counselor Deanna Troi.

Do you remember
what I taught you, Imzadi?

Can you still sense my thoughts?

A pleasure, Commander.

Likewise, Counselor.

Have the two of you met before?

We have, sir.

Excellent.

I consider it important
for my key officers

to know each other's abilities.

We do, sir.

We do.

I, too, could never
say goodbye, Imzadi.

My crew and I need more information

before we can make our
recommendations to Starfleet.

No objections to that.

But I'm puzzled over you bringing
a Betazoid to this meeting.

If her purpose, sir, is to...
probe my thoughts...

I can sense only strong emotions,
Groppler.

I'm only half Betazoid.
My father was a Starfleet officer.

Well, I have nothing to hide,
of course.

Good, since we admire what we've
seen of your construction techniques.

Starfleet may be interested in your
constructing starbases elsewhere, also.

We are not interested
in building other facilities.

If I may, Captain.

Then a trade, Groppler.
Some things that you need in return

for lending us architects and engineers
who can demonstrate your techniques.

Bandi do not enjoy
leaving their homeworld.

If Starfleet cannot accept
that small weakness,

then we will be forced, unhappily,

to seek an alliance
with someone like the Ferengi.

Counselor? What is it?

Do you want it described here, sir?

Yes. No secrets here if we're
to be all friends, Agreed, Groppler?

We ourselves have nothing to hide.
Of course.

Pain.

Loneliness.

Terrible loneliness.

Despair.

I'm not sensing the Groppler, sir,
or any of his people,

but it's something very close
to us here.

The source of this, Groppler.
Have you any idea?

No. No, absolutely not.

And I find nothing helpful
or productive in any of this!

And that's it? No other comment?

What do you expect of us? We offer
you a base designed to your needs.

Luxurious by even human standards.

While evading
our simplest questions about it.

We'll adjourn for now...

..while we all reconsider
our positions.

Captain! The Ferengi would be
very interested in a base like this.

Fine. Let's hope they find you as tasty
as they did their past associates.

Ensign, could you help me
find Cmdr Data?

I understand, he's somewhere on this deck.

This way, sir. You must be new
to these Galaxy-class starships.

Tell me the location of Cmdr Data.

Lt Cmdr Data,
now located in holodeck area 4J.

And as you can see, sir,
it's pointing you that way.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome, sir.

The next hatchway on your right.

Thank you.

You're welcome, Cmdr Riker.
And if you care to enter, Commander...

I do.

Hello!

Marvelous!

How easily humans do that.

I still need much practice.

There's some puzzles down on the...

...down on the planet that
the Captain wants answered.

He suggests that I take you with me
on the away team that I'll be leading.

I shall endeavor
to function adequately, sir.

Yes.

When the Captain suggested you,
I looked up your record.

Yes, sir. A wise procedure, sir, always.

Then your rank of Lieutenant Commander
is honorary?

No, sir. Starfleet class of '78, honors in
probability and mechanics and exobiology.

Your file says you're a...

Machine. Correct, sir.
Does that trouble you?

To be honest, yes, a little.

Understood, sir.
Prejudice is very human.

That does trouble me. Do you
consider yourself superior to us?

I am superior, sir, in many ways...

but I would gladly give it up,
to be human.

Nice to meet you... Pinocchio.

A joke.

Aah. Intriguing.

You'll be an interesting
companion, Mr Data.

This woodland pattern
is quite popular, sir,

perhaps, because it duplicates
Earth so well.

Coming here almost makes me
feel human myself.

Couldn't believe these simulations
could be so real.

Much of it is real, sir. If the transporters
can convert our bodies

to an energy beam and then back
to the original pattern...

Yes, of course. And these rocks and
vegetation have much simpler patterns.

Correct, sir.

- The rear wall.
- I can't see it.

We're right next to it.

Incredible!

Cmdr Riker!
Cmdr Riker, isn't this great?

This is one of the simple patterns.

They've got thousands more.
Some you just can't believe.

Careful, the next rock is loose!

Wesley!

Wow!

Mr Data has agreed to join me
on the away team, Captain.

Very good, Commander.

Sir, maybe I should get something
to wipe this water up.

Good idea.

There's a low-gravity
gymnasium, too.

It'd be hard to get bored
on this ship.

Good.

Mom, could you get me a look
at the bridge?

That's against the
Captain's standing orders.

Are you afraid of the Captain, too?

I certainly am not.

But Capt Picard is a pain, isn't he?

Your father liked him very much.
Great explorers are often lonely.

No chance to have a family.

Just a look at the bridge.

I'll stay in the turbolift when
the doors open. I won't get off.

You are asking for trouble, Wes.

We'll see what we can do.

Recommend that someone could begin by
examining the underside of the station, sir.

Our sensors do show some passages, sir.

- Perhaps you and l?
- Tasha, you and the Counselor.

And, Geordi,
I want your eyes down there.

You and I will start topside.

Have you noticed anything unusual?

I can't see as well as Geordi, sir, but so far
the material seems rather ordinary.

Construction records?

Construction records shows us to be
almost identical to what Starfleet uses.

Team leader?

We've found something interesting.

We're in a passageway
directly under the station, sir.

That these tunnel walls are something
I've never seen before, sir.

- How are you examining them, Geordi?
- In every way.

Microscopically,
thermally, electromagnetically.

- None of it is familiar.
- What about you, Troi?

Sir, I've avoided opening my mind.

Whatever I felt in Groppler's office
became very uncomfortable.

I'm sorry, Counselor, but you must.
We need more information.

Pain.

Such pain!

Pain.

Hang on. I'm coming. Enterprise,
lock us on to her signal.

I'm sorry.
Close your mind to the pain.

Unhappiness.

Terrible despair.

Who?

I don't know.

No life form anything like us.

What in the hell kind of place
is this?

- Geordi, what do you see?
- Well, it's of...

It's of no material I recognize, sir,
or have even heard of.

What the hell?

Children are not allowed
on the bridge.

Permission to report to the Captain.

- Dr Crusher.
- Captain.

Sir, my son is not on the bridge,
he merely accompanied me on the turbolift.

- Your son?
- His name's Wesley.

You last saw him years ago when...

Well...

...as long as he's here...

I...

I knew...

I knew your father, Wesley.

Want to look around?

But don't touch anything!

Try it out.

The panel on your right
is for log entries,

library computer access, retrieval,
view screen control and intercom. So, here...

And here the backup conn and ops panels,
plus shield and armory controls.

Hm. Uh, the forward viewscreen
is controlled from the ops position there...

Which uses high-resolution,
multi-spectral imaging sensors.

How the hell do you know that, boy?

- Perimeter alert, Captain!
- Wesley!

I'm sorry. (Wes, you shouldn't touch)
I didn't...

Get off the bridge! Both of you!

- You have a perimeter alert, sir.
- As my son tried to tell you.

Picard. Go ahead.

Ship sensors have detected the presence
of a vessel approaching this planet.

No ship is scheduled to arrive
at this time, sir.

Have Riker and his team beam back up.

Security, could that be the Hood
returning here?

The vessel does not match
the Hood's configuration or ID signal.

Put it on main viewer.
Identification?

Vessel unknown,
configuration unknown, sir.

Hail it.

We've been trying, sir.
No response.

- Raise all shields, phasers at ready.
- Shields up, sir, phasers ready.

Get me Groppler Zorn.

And continue universal greetings
on all frequencies.

This is Zorn, Captain.

Zorn, an unidentified vessel
has entered into orbit with us.

Do you know who it is?

There are no ships scheduled
to arrive until...

I asked you if you knew who it is.

You mentioned the
Ferengi Alliance to me.

But we've had no dealings with them.

It... It was only a - a thought.

- Are you certain?
- I promise you, Captain.

We were making an empty threat.
I wanted your cooperation.

Forgive me.

Definitely entering orbital trajectory, sir.

It measures 12 times our volume, Captain.

Sensors say we were just scanned, sir.

Pain again?

- Troi, you've been at it enough.
- No.

I feel close
to an answer of some kind.

Commander, something down here
is shielding our communicators.

Yes, that's exactly the feeling
I've been reading,

as if someone doesn't want us
to be in touch with our ship.

Come on, let's get to the surface.

There is no computer record
of any such vessel, sir.

Nothing even close.

Still no response. We've done
everything but threaten them.

Sensor scans, Mr Worf.

Our sensor signals
just seem to bounce off.

Something's happening, sir.

- They're firing on Farpoint, sir.
- Bring photon torpedoes to ready.

Wait, sir. They're hitting the old
Bandi city, not Farpoint Station.

Those stairs are where
we entered down here, sir.

At this point it becomes ordinary stone, sir.
Matching what's above.

- My God! Was that a phaser blast?
- Negative. But something similar.

You, Tasha, Geordi,
will beam up to the ship now.

Come on, I wanna see exactly
what's happening.

Don't! If you should be hurt...

You have your orders, Lieutenant.
Carry them out.

Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir.

Enterprise, three to beam up.

Enterprise! Enterprise, come in!

Help us! Please!

What shall we do?

Enterprise, help us! Please!

Tune that down. Cmdr Riker,
come in. Can you hear me?

Riker to Enterprise, come in.

Cmdr Riker, come in.
Where are you?

With Data,
on the edge of the old city.

It's being hit hard, sir.

And Farpoint Station?
Any damage there?

Negative on damage to Farpoint, sir.

Whatever they are, they are carefully
avoiding hitting the station.

It's from an unidentified vessel
that's entered into orbit with us here.

No ID, no answer to our signals.

The old Bandi city's
being hit hard, sir.

- Many casualties. Very probable.
- Understand, Commander.

Would you object to your Captain
ordering a clearly illegal kidnapping?

No objection, sir.

Groppler Zorn may have the answers
we need. Get him, bring him here.

Aye, sir.

They're forcing a very difficult decision
on me, Counselor.

But I doubt, protecting the Bandi
would violate the Prime Directive.

True, they are not actual allies, but...

We are in the midst
of diplomatic discussions with them.

Lieutenant,
lock phasers on that vessel.

Phasers locked on, Captain.

Typical. So typical.

Savage life forms
never follow even their own rules.

Get off my bridge!

Interesting, that order about phasers.

Standing by on phasers, Captain.

Please - don't let me interfere.
Use your weapons.

We've no idea who is on that vessel.
My order was a safety precaution.

Really? No idea what it represents?

The meaning of that vessel
is as plain,

as plain as the noses
on your ugly little primate faces.

And if you were truly civilized, Captain,

wouldn't you be doing something
about the casualties down there?

Captain to CMO,
are you reading any of this?

Medical team already preparing
to beam down, Captain.

Compliments on that, Doctor.

Any questions?

Starfleet people are trained to render
aid and assistance whenever...

- But not trained in clear thinking.
- Let's consider your thoughts.

You call us savages, and yet you knew
those people down there

were going to be killed.

It is your conduct
that is uncivilized.

Sir, they're firing on the planet again.

Go to maneuvering jets. Position us
between that vessel and the planet.

- Force fields full on.
- Aye, sir.

Impulse power to...

We have no ship control, sir.

It's gone!

Are you undamaged?

Yes. You?

All systems operating.

Please! Make it stop!

You can drive it away!

Drive who away, Groppler?

- I don't know.
- Unlikely, sir..

Our records show you supervised
all Bandi contact with other worlds.

We've done nothing wrong!

Then, if we can learn nothing
from you, we'll leave.

No! Oh no, please, don't leave!

I - I'll... try to explain.

First Officer to Enterprise.

We've lost Zorn.

Something like a transporter beam
seems to have snatched him away.

Question, sir...
Could it be this Q?

None of you knows
who transported him.

You're running out of time, Captain.

Captain!
Suddenly I'm sensing something else.

Satisfaction.

- Enormous satisfaction.
- From the same source as before?

No. That was on the planet.
This is much closer.

Excellent, Counselor.
He's such a dullard, isn't he?

Captain from transporter room: First
Officer and Mr Data have beamed aboard.

Excellent also. Perhaps with more
reasonable minds helping...

That is enough! Damn it!

Have you forgotten
that we have an agreement?

An agreement which you are, at this
moment, breaking by taking over our vessel,

interfering with my decisions.

- Either leave or finish us!
- Temper, temper, mon capitaine.

I'm merely trying to assist
a pitiful species.

But perhaps I will leave if Riker
provides me with some amusement.

Do nothing that he asks.

But I ask so little, and it's so necessary
if you're to all solve this.

Beam over there with your...
what do you call it? Your away team?

I'll risk none of my crew on that unknown.

You should already know
what you'll find there.

Perhaps it's too adult a puzzle for you.

With all respect, Captain...
I want to beam over there.

You show promise, my good fellow.

Have you understood any part
of what he's tried to tell you?

Humanity is no longer a savage race.

But you must still prove that.

At least, you impressed him,
Number One. That's hopeful.

Thank you, Captain.

Captain, if he's not open
to evidence in our favor,

where will you go from there?

- I'll attend to my duty.
- To the bitter end?

I see nothing so bitter about that.

Can I help you, Captain?

I...

I didn't want you thinking me harsh.

- Cold-blooded.
- Why, why would I ever think that?

I didn't welcome you aboard,
personally, professionally.

I made you come to me on the bridge,
I yelled at your son.

Who, as you...
pointed out, was quite correct.

He seems to have a very good grasp
of starship operations.

You've just won
this mother's heart, Captain.

Ah. But... now your... assignment here.

I would... consider... and approve...

a transfer for you.

Ooh. You consider me unqualified?

Hardly. Your service record shows that you're
just the Chief Medical Officer I want.

Then you object to me personally?

I'm trying to be considerate
of your feelings, Doctor.

For you to...
work with a commanding officer

who would continually remind you of a...
terrible, personal tragedy.

If I had had any objections
to serving with you,

I wouldn't have requested
this assignment, Captain.

You requested this posting?

My feelings about my husband's death

will have no affect on the way I serve you,
this vessel or this mission.

Aah.

Then, welcome aboard, Doctor.

Riker to Picard.
We're ready to beam over, sir.

I... I hope we can be friends?

Thank you.

Phasers on stun.

Energise.

Most interesting, sir.

It's the same construction
we saw in the underground tunnel.

But no sound of power.

No equipment.

How does this ship run?

What is it, Troi?

Is it the same
as you felt down there?

No.

This is much more powerful.

Full of anger!

Hate!

- Toward us?
- No.

It's directed down
towards the old Bandi city.

Most intriguing again, sir.

The place this vessel was firing upon
was not the Farpoint starbase,

but the home of those
who constructed...

Sorry, sir.

I seem to be commenting
on everything.

Good.

Don't stop, my friend.

Enterprise, Riker.

This is turning out to be
a very long tunnel or corridor, sir.

No ship's crew in sight.

No sign of mechanism or circuitry.

No controls or read-outs.

This is nothing like any vessel
I've seen before.

Groppler Zorn, sir.

A great fear just ahead.

There's a different feeling here
than in the tunnel.

Very different.

No! Please! No more, please!
No more!

Please! Make it stop! Please!

Please! Please! Make it stop!

No! Please! No more!
Please, no more!

- Please!
- Zorn, can you hear me?

The pain!

- No!
- Has the alien communicated?

Please!

- Please! No more!
- That's it, sir.

It's just one alien I'm sensing here.

Please!
I don't understand what you want!

Not true, he does know.

No please! No more, please!
No more!

No! No! No!
Don't!

Captain!

Transporter Chief,
yank them back. Now!

Riker, acknowledge!

Your time is up, Captain.

Transporter Chief,
do you have their coordinates?

Transporter Chief!

- He can't hear you, Captain.
- Transporter Chief, come in!

I have people...
in trouble over there, Q.

Everyone at ease. That's an order.

Q, my people are in trouble.

Let me help them, please.

I'll do whatever you say.

You'll do whatever I say?

It seems I did make that bargain.

The agreement isn't valid, sir.
It wasn't Q that saved us.

Save yourself. It may attack you now.

It was that which sent us back, Captain.

Yes, sir. It is not merely a vessel.
Somehow it is alive.

She lies. Destroy it, while you have a chance.
Make phasers and photon torpedoes ready.

- No, do nothing he demands.
- Captain, that thing was killing my people!

Was there a reason?

It is an unknown, Captain.
Isn't that enough?

If you'd earned that uniform you're wearing,

you'd know that the unknown
is what brings us out here.

A wasted effort,
considering human intelligence.

Let's test that. Beginning with the tunnels
you have under Farpoint, Groppler.

Identical to those on the space
vessel life form over there.

Why was it punishing you, Groppler?

In return for some pain
you'd given another creature?

We've done nothing wrong.
It was injured. We helped it.

Thank you.

That was the missing element.

Lt Yar, rig main phaser banks
to deliver an energy beam.

Aye, sir.

You're right, Captain. It has to be
conceivable that somewhere in this galaxy

there could exist creatures
able to convert energy into matter.

And into specific patterns of matter,
just as our transporters do.

On the viewer, Captain!

Groppler... You...
captured something like that, didn't you?

Warn my people, please, to leave
Farpoint Station immediately.

He lies, Captain.
Shouldn't you let his people die?

Transmit the message, "Leave
Farpoint Space Station immediately."

Then it was a pair of creatures
I was sensing.

One down there in grief and pain...

...the other up here
filled with anger.

And firing not on the new space station,

but on the Bandi and their city.

Attacking those who had captured...

...captured its mate.

Energy beam ready.

Lock it in on Farpoint Station.

I see now
it was too simple a puzzle.

Generosity
has always been my... weakness.

Let it have whatever it can absorb.

Energise.

Now getting feedback on the beam, sir.

Discontinue.

Groppler Zorn, there'll soon be no
Farpoint Station, if I'm right about this.

A lucky guess.

Please, believe me. We meant no harm to
the creature. It was starving for energy.

Which your world furnishes you in plenty.

We did feed it.

Only enough to keep it alive,

so you could force it to shape itself
into whatever form you needed!

Sir!

Wonderful!

A feeling of great joy.

And gratitude.

Great joy. And gratitude.

From both of them.

Why...

..do you use other life forms
for your recreation?

If so,
you've not provided the best.

Leave us!
We've passed your little test.

Temper, temper, mon capitaine.

- Get off my ship!
- I do so only because it suits me to leave.

But I will not promise
never to appear again.

Captain's log, stardate 41174.2.

The agreement for the rebuilding
Farpoint Station

has been completed
per my instructions.

- All stations?
- Ready for departure, sir.

Some problem, Riker?

Just hoping this isn't
the usual way our missions will go, sir.

Oh no, Number One. I'm sure
most will be much more interesting.

Let's see what's out there.

Engage.