All language subtitles for 01.14 Angel One

Captain's log, stardate 41636.9.

As feared, our examination of the
overdue Federation freighter Odin,

disabled by an asteroid collision,
revealed no life signs.

However three escape pods
were missing,

suggesting
the possibility of survivors.

- Ready to orbit Angel One.
- What kind of place is this, Data?

A Class-M planet supporting
carbon-based flora and fauna,

sparsely populated
with intelligent life.

Similar in technological development
to mid-20th century Earth.

Kinda like being marooned at home.

Assuming any survivors
made it this far.

It is the closest planet, but to
go the distance we did in two days,

would've taken the Odin escape pod
five months.

Five months, six days, 11 hours,
two min...

- Thank you, Data.
- ...and 57 seconds.

Receiving an audio signal
from Angel One.

Starfleet are adamant we maintain
excellent relations with this planet.

Mr. Data, is there any other pertinent
information before we reply?

Angel One evolved into
a constitutional oligarchy.

It is governed by a parliamentary
body of six elected Mistresses,

and headed by a female called
"The Elected One."

It sounds like my own planet.

Klingons appreciate strong women.

How current is this information?

A Federation vessel last visited
this planet 62 years ago, Captain.

Counselor, as this is
a female-dominated society,

you might wish to make first contact.

- Thank you, sir.
- Open hailing frequencies.

Hailing frequencies open, sir.

This is Counselor Deanna Troi
from the USS Enterprise.

I am Beata, The Elected One.
How may we assist you, Counselor?

The Federation has neglected to
visit your planet for far too long.

With your permission, we would
like to correct that oversight.

We feel in no way neglected,
Counselor.

A diplomatic courtesy call
is not expected nor required.

We also come in search of possible
survivors from one of our freighters.

A brief visit will be tolerated.

They've broken off transmission.

Ever feel like
you're not really wanted?

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the Starship Enterprise.

Its continuing mission,
to explore strange new worlds...

...to seek out new life
and new civilizations...

...to boldly go
where no one has gone before.

- Where're you fellows off to?
- Skiing in the Denubian Alps.

- Save us some deep powder.
- Sure. The holodecks have lots.

The away team's ready.

Angel One's strategic importance
in this area may be vital.

Starfleet hopes they may
one day join the Federation.

We'll do our best
to make a good impression.

Energize.

Captain's log, supplemental.

Our away team has beamed down
to an unusual matriarchal society

where the female
is as aggressively dominant

as the male was on Earth
hundreds of years ago.

Here, the female
is the hunter, the soldier,

larger and stronger than the male,

an arrangement considered
most sensible and natural.

I am Beata,
Elected One of Angel One.

Representatives of the Enterprise,
you wish to petition?

We do. We have reason to hope
that survivors

from a damaged Federation freighter
may be marooned on your planet.

We are seeking to learn
if this is so.

Even a world as remote as
Angel One has heard of Starfleet.

Searching for survivors seems a
petty task for one of their vessels.

We don't consider
even one survivor petty.

Is this man implying that we put
a lesser value on life than you do?

Not at all. Our discovery
of the freighter was unexpected.

We have a duty to investigate.

I see.

And if you find any survivors,
what then?

We would take them with us
and reunite them with their families.

Are we to take these strangers
at their word?

Good question.

What reason could we have
to deceive you?

Another good question.

Are there survivors from
the freighter Odin on your planet?

I'm not prepared to answer... yet.

See to their comforts.

What's going on?

You will remain here
until summoned.

Is this area secure? Can we talk?

Yes. No listening devices or
anything of a threatening nature.

- Good. Troi?
- There was much fear in that room.

Paranoia, I'd say. But of what?

I cannot say.
But their fear was not focused.

I sensed they were all not concerned
for the same reason.

Undoubtedly, there are survivors
from the Odin on this planet.

I agree, otherwise
why would they be so circumspect?

As Mistress Beata is so fond
of saying, good question.

What do we do if they deny
there are survivors?

Let's not look for problems.

Have everyone prepare for
a trip into the Neutral Zone

as soon as the away team returns.

Trouble, Captain?

Insurance. Romulan battle cruisers
have been detected

near one of our border posts.

They've requested our assistance
as soon as...

Report, Mr. Crusher.

We finished our ski lesson, sir...
and it kinda just happened.

On the Enterprise, nothing
"just happens"... What is that smell?

Hm. Reminiscent of Night-Blooming
throgni, Captain... from home.

Quite stimulating, isn't it?

No.

I don't smell anything.
I'm a little congested. The snow.

Don't let this "just happen" again,
Mr. Crusher.

Yes, sir.

Interesting.
An alcohol-based synthetic,

artificially reproducing
a floral scent.

It's called perfume, Data.

And the purpose is...?

Certain cultures
consider perfume an aphrodisiac.

I am unfamiliar with that term.

An aphrodisiac is something used
to stimulate or enhance...

...sexual pleasure.

How does stimulation of olfactory
nerves affect the enjoyment of sex?

The Elected One will see you now.

You say you will remove
these survivors from our world.

Are you ready
to give your word on that?

We are.

You should know that
the vote was not unanimous.

Some of those among us
are suspicious.

Yet the majority feel
we have to trust you.

We do not understand your misgivings,
but appreciate your faith in us.

Make certain that faith
is not misplaced.

There are four survivors
from the ship you call Odin.

All male. Their leader is a man
who calls himself Ramsey.

If you'll deliver them to us, we'll
have them off your planet at once.

If they were mine to deliver,
I would, without hesitation.

Unfortunately,
their hiding place eludes us.

Hiding place?
Why are they in hiding?

Because they're fugitives here, and
the quicker they're gone, the better.

When these men came to us seven years
ago, they accepted our hospitality.

But they gradually became restive,

started making unreasonable demands,
went against the natural order.

Using our technology, we might
be able to find these men.

I assumed as much. But be warned,
Counselor, these men are dangerous.

Sickbay to Capt Picard.

Picard here.

Wesley and a friend have contracted
a respiratory ailment.

A respiratory ailment?
Is it contained?

I hope so. I've isolated the 12
students who were on the field trip.

How contagious is it?

Still running tests.

The key is to figure out
how the virus is transmitted.

So far, I've ruled out
person-to-person contact.

Keep at it. Starfleet has
important business for us

once the away team returns.

I don't fancy the idea
of my crew being infected.

Data, what's the best way to find
Ramsey and the other survivors?

If we can isolate something
unique to the Odin survivors,

an element
not otherwise found on Angel One,

we can utilize
the Enterprise scanners.

Mr. Data will need
access to your library.

Our library's far too sophisticated
for a man to comprehend.

I am an android, Mistress,
though anatomically, I am a male.

An amusing notion.

Maybe you could teach our males
something.

Trent, see to the android's needs.

- Bridge to Picard.
- Go ahead, Lieutenant.

The away team requests that we scan
the planet's surface for platinum.

Have Mr. La Forge break fixed
orbit and initiate a search pattern.

Aye, Captain.

- Geordi?
- Search pattern initiated... now.

This was delivered for you.

Good. It's for my meeting with Beata.

You're not going to wear that?

Yes.
Part of this mission is diplomatic.

I have an audience
with a head of state.

I will honor her
by wearing indigenous apparel.

I don't believe this. You're going to
parade around like one of them?

Why, what is this attitude?

On Kabatris, I wore furs to meet with
the leaders. On Armus IX, feathers.

This objection
doesn't have anything to do with

Beata being an attractive woman,
does it?

This is quite unnecessary. I'm fine.

You're infected with the virus.

In my opinion, you are not able
to command this vessel.

That is ridiculous.

I have an away team down
in unfriendly territory,

and also have an appointment with
several Romulan battle crui...

You have an appointment
in your cabin. With your bed.

- Is that an order, Doctor?
- Yes.

- I think I may sneeze.
- A Klingon sneeze?

Only kind I know.

Lt La Forge... you have command
until further notice.

- Make the proper ship's log entries.
- Aye, sir.

Scanners indicate...
a platinum trace.

Shall I notify the away team?

Make it so.

What do you think?

Well...

I gotta say, it's... kinda sexy.

Thank you, Lieutenant. Actually,
it feels quite... comfortable.

How handsome you look.

Thank you.

The Enterprise reports a possible
location for the survivors.

- So soon. I'm impressed.
- I'm suspicious.

You don't believe me?

Not yet. I hear the words,
but not the sincerity.

You objected earlier, Ariel.
You were in the minority.

After seven years,
the great ship Enterprise

comes to repatriate a small group
of insignificant people.

Mistress Ariel, I hear the words,
but not the sincerity.

You should listen more carefully.
Excuse me, Mistress.

I have matters to attend to
elsewhere.

With permission, we'd like to
begin our search immediately.

By all means.

But I'm sure Counselor Troi and the
others can see to that without you.

If I recall,
you had a gesture of goodwill for me.

That can wait until
we've recovered the survivors.

Are you suggesting
the women in your party

cannot accomplish that
without a man?

Not at all. Lt Yar and Counselor
Troi are completely qualified.

You're very generous
with your praise.

Inform them
that you will remain here with me.

Riker to Lt Yar.

This is Yar.

For diplomacy,
I'll stay with Mistress Beata

while you conduct our search.

- Commander?
- You have your instructions.

Relax. We have much to discuss.

- Set phasers to stun.
- I wish they weren't necessary.

A justified precaution, Counselor.

Mistress Beata observed that
Mr. Ramsey and his men are dangerous.

- Yar to Enterprise.
- Go ahead.

Three to beam
to that platinum trace.

- Coordinates set.
- Energize.

Welcome.

I've been expecting you.

Picard to bridge.

La Forge here.

- Status report.
- 82 more cases of the virus, sir.

Dr Crusher's converted the
holodeck into an isolation ward.

And... the away team?

Well, no recent contact, sir,

but I informed them
of our medical situation,

and of the growing Romulan threat
to our Neutral Zone outpost.

Keep me advised. You have the
bridge... until Cmdr Riker returns.

Engineering reports
a computer mal...

I'm sorry.

I'm getting sick.

Half the ship knows that by now.

Report to sickbay, Lieutenant.

Engineering to bridge.

La Forge here.

The computer won't accept
the climate controls.

On my way.

With respect, Lieutenant,
there are people to do that job now.

La Forge to Engineering.

Lt Wong knows that system. I'm sure
she can resolve all problems.

Thanks for the advice.

How did you... find me?

Actually, it was quite simple.

Angel One has no platinum.
Enterprise scanners did the rest.

Platinum, was it?

My wings. I kept them
for their sentimental value.

Where are the other survivors,
Mr. Ramsey?

They're nearby. They're packing,
since we can't remain here.

Seven years on an alien planet,

and I sense no anticipation,
no excitement at being rescued.

What do you think
you're rescuing me from?

My shipmates and I have taken wives.
A few even have children.

You can't rescue a man
from a place that he calls his home.

Why were you so hesitant
to tell us about the survivors?

Because Ramsey and his men
are anarchists.

I had to be sure you weren't here
to fuel their struggle.

I like the way your eyes pick up
the color of your tunic.

We do not interfere in the
domestic affairs of other societies.

But you can interact?

Of course.
Otherwise, how can we learn?

Is that why you're here with me
tonight? To learn?

Yes.

- About our society?
- Yes.

Well, in our society, it is the men
who are the fortunate ones,

enjoying all life has to offer...

...while we women devote ourselves to
the obligation of making life work.

In our society, we share the
responsibilities and pleasures.

Which is why I am here with you
while the women look for Ramsey.

Remind me to thank them when they
come back for giving us this time.

You resist.
Don't you find me attractive?

Yes, I find you very attractive.

You attract me like no man ever has.

It's not my function
to seduce or be seduced

by the leader of another world.

- It's not the reason.
- No.

But will you still respect me
tomorrow?

I hope so.

Thank you, Trent.

You may go.

Compliments of the USS Enterprise.

It's called
an Albeni meditation crystal.

Very impressive.

Now I must repay you in kind.

Five months in a rescue pod
no bigger than this room

is an eternity I hope none of you
will ever have to face.

When we finally made it here...

...we thought we'd died and gone to
heaven. You've seen the women here.

They're tall and strong
and very lovely.

But after the newness wore off,
we saw how the men were treated.

There's no votes.
There's no opinions.

There's no respect.

None of which is your concern
any longer, Mr. Ramsey.

Call the others in, please.
It's time to leave.

Despite their problems,
we like it here on Angel One.

We're not going anywhere.

But Mistress Beata...

Be damned. Her wish is not
my command, and neither is yours.

You can't force us to go.

Mr. Ramsey is correct.

The Odin was not a starship,

so her crew is not bound
by the Prime Directive.

If he and the others wish to stay
here, there is nothing we can do.

Bridge to sickbay.
How are you doing, Doctor?

We have more sick than we do beds.

So far I've had to confine over 300
to their private quarters.

We're going to be badly undermanned
if we engage the Romulans in battle.

The Romulans are your problem,
Lieutenant.

Finding an inoculant is mine.

This virus mutates
every 20 minutes.

But we haven't had
any fatalities... yet.

If this continues,
there'll be no one to run the ship.

If this continues, Lt La Forge,

nobody will be
healthy enough to care.

Yar to Enterprise.

Enterprise here. Go ahead.

Prepare to beam three
to our previous location.

After re-grouping with Cmdr Riker,
we'll return to the ship.

Make that on the double. We have
a medical emergency brewing here.

One third of the crew is down,
and word from the Neutral Zone is

more Romulan vessels
are converging there.

I'll inform the Commander. Yar out.

One thing before we go.

You said you were expecting us.
Why?

I can't answer that.

We wish you well, Mr. Ramsey.

Energize.

They're gone.

How refreshing, to be with a man
who knows what he wants.

And doesn't have to be told
by a woman?

Exactly.

I knew you were bright enough
to understand.

See, women, by our very nature,
want only what is best for their men.

Men are not objects to be possessed,
Mistress Beata.

Of course they're not.

It was merely a figure of speech.

Enter.

What is so important
that you intrude upon my privacy?

They have returned, Mistress,
but without Ramsey or the others.

Your advanced technology
has proven inadequate?

What happened?

Mr. Ramsey and the other survivors
refused to leave.

You gave me your solemn word.

I'm sorry,
there's nothing else we can do.

I'm sorry as well.

Since you refuse
to take them with you...

...I am left with no choice
but to sentence them all to death.

Come.

It looks horrible... tastes worse,

but it's absolutely guaranteed
to make you feel better.

I knew you'd like it.
Are you wearing cologne?

Like something I smelled earlier,
something... Klingon.

Lt Worf and I...
detected the same scent...

when we bumped into your son...
at the holodeck.

It's that smell.

That's how the virus travels.

An airborne particle whose sweet
scent inspires deep inhalation.

And once inside the body,
it becomes that damn virus.

I have work to do.

You are excused, Doctor.

What's the latest
on the medical situation?

Dr Crusher feels the virus will run
unchecked through the entire ship.

Attempts to develop an inoculant
have ended in failure.

Lt La Forge still has bridge command,
pending your return, sir.

And the Romulans
entering the Neutral Zone?

The outpost reports seven Romulan
battle cruisers within sensor range.

The USS Berlin
answered the distress call.

However, if hostilities erupt,

the outpost and the starship
will be out-gunned.

They feel the Enterprise's presence
will be a vital show of force.

Some show of force. The Enterprise
could fly on autopilot,

but with that virus around, we'll be
in sorry shape if things turn ugly.

It's time we leave.

It doesn't feel right with Beata
determined to execute those people.

She has to find them first.
They've been fugitives for years.

They must be good at evading capture.

Something's wrong.

Before you go back to your ship,
there's something I want you to see.

We were no harm to anyone. Why
did you tell them where we were?

You brought this upon yourself...
you and the traitor.

One does not need technology
to follow Mistress Ariel

sneaking out to warn her husband.

Let her stand with him now.

For tomorrow, they will die together.

Your "advanced society"
uses executions

to suppress those
who reject your views?

- I don't expect you to understand.
- Why, because I'm only a man?

You'll accomplish nothing
with that attitude.

Mistress Beata...

...if you had an alternative to
executing Ramsey and his followers,

would you take it?

Is that not the way
of an advanced society?

Then let us meet with them
one last time.

Let me try to convince them
to leave with us.

Will you include others here

who choose to follow Ramsey
and his group?

Yes, all of them.

Mistress Beata is willing
to give you a second chance.

We're prepared to take
your entire group with us.

That's very kind of you.

But we're not going.

Haven't you been paying attention,
Ramsey?

You're scheduled
to be executed tomorrow.

We don't want to die.

We don't want to leave either.

There's no time to debate the issues.
You're leaving, like it or not.

Excuse me, Commander, but removing
these people against their will

would violate several regulations,
including the Prime Directive.

I realize that, Mr. Data.

I'd rather face a court-martial

than live with the guilt of
leaving these people to their death.

- Cmdr Riker to the Enterprise.
- Enterprise. Crusher here.

Must be worse there
than we thought.

Doctor, where's Lt La Forge?

He's right here,
but he's in bad shape.

Notify the transporter room
I have 14 to beam up.

I can't allow it.

This virus
is totally out of control here.

Doctor, these people
are facing their deaths down here.

They might be facing the same here.

Until I have a better idea
of what this is, no one beams up.

I'm sorry, Will, but you must wait.

Understood. Doctor, would this virus
have any effect on Mr. Data?

Not likely.

You're going back there alone.

Get the Enterprise into the
Neutral Zone before it's too late.

This is Data,
standing by to beam up.

What of them?

I don't know.

Mistress Beata invites you to
witness this morning's reaffirmation

of Angel One's moral imperative.

Is that the civilized word
for murder on this world?

You send Mistress Beata our regrets.

- The Elected One will not...
- Enterprise to Cmdr Riker.

- They're still here.
- Riker here.

I said to go to the Neutral Zone
immediately. Explain the delay.

Actually, sir, you ordered me
to reach the Neutral Zone

before it is too late.

After relieving Lt La Forge,
I computed the length of time

the outpost and the USS Berlin
can withstand a Romulan attack,

and deducted our time to destination
at maximum warp speed.

That leaves Dr Crusher 48 minutes

to develop an inoculant
to the virus.

- So we still have time to act.
- 48 minutes.

47, sir.

Perhaps, Data, perhaps.

Thank you for following my orders
so precisely.

On second thought, Trent,

we would be honored to witness
your moral imperative in action.

We have determined that the heretical
teachings of Ramsey and his followers

are inconsistent with harmonious life
on Angel One.

Our patient efforts to silence
revolutionary voices have failed.

Therefore, we are left with none
but the most final alternative.

As you can see,
we are not without compassion.

Your deaths
will be swift and painless.

Mistress Beata, before we see living
examples of your compassion,

may I speak?

Is this a plea for leniency?

Nothing of the sort.

As the governing body here,

you're entitled to execute your laws,
or your citizens, as you see fit.

Make your point so we can proceed
with this unpleasant business.

When you spoke of the prisoners,
you used the term revolutionary.

Indeed, death has been known
to stop revolutions.

But I suspect it's not a revolution
that Angel One is hoping to stop.

It's evolution.

Mr. Ramsey and the Odin survivors

did not initiate the waves of dissent
rippling through your planet.

Their presence here merely reinforced

the change in attitudes between men
and women that was already under way.

They became symbols around whom
those with similar views gathered.

You may eliminate the symbols,

but that does not mean death to
the issues those symbols represent.

No power in the universe can hope
to stop the force of evolution.

Be warned.

The execution of Mr. Ramsey
and his followers

may elevate them
to the status of martyrs.

Martyrs cannot be silenced.

Stop.

We will adjourn
to consider your words.

Thank you.

I don't know if it was enough.

- Sickbay to Bridge.
- Go ahead, Doctor.

Bingo, Data.

Bingo?
I fail to see the relevance, Doctor.

Is that not an ancient Earth game?

It's also a reference to success.
I've got the inoculant.

Excellent, Doctor.
We still have 17 minutes left.

I will inform the away team
immediately. Enterprise to Riker.

We are now ready to beam you up,
Commander.

Data, Ramsey and the prisoners
are with us in the Great Hall.

Lock in the transporter. Prepare
to evacuate the entire group.

- But for now, stand by.
- Understood, Commander.

On consideration, this legislature
has voted to stay the execution.

Their children
will be returned immediately.

Do not rejoice prematurely.

Ramsey and his followers
are to be exiled

to a distant and unpopulated region.

Life will be difficult there,

with little time for revolutionary...
or evolutionary upheaval.

As some observed, we may not
be able to stop evolution,

but perhaps we can reduce it
to a slow crawl.

For a man,
you can be very clever, Cmdr Riker.

Riker to Enterprise.

Belay my previous order, Mr. Data.

There will now be only three
to beam up. Energize.

Welcome home.

It's good to be back.

- Are they recovering?
- Slowly, but yes.

And the Captain?

The Captain is fine,
thank you.

Mr. Data has been briefing me on the
away team's comportment, Number One.

We... improvised, sir.

I look forward to your reports.

- Time to pay the Romulans a call?
- Set course for the Neutral Zone.

Warp six.

Coordinates set. Warp six.
On your mark, sir.

Sir?

Engage.