All language subtitles for 01.20 Heart Of Glory

Captain, Starfleet have reported
a disturbance in the Neutral Zone.

Of what nature?

A battle. Quadrant nine,
coordinates 070, mark three.

There's no information
who was involved.

- They ask if we can investigate.
- Answer yes.

- Mr. La Forge, lay in the course.
- Aye, sir.

No reports of any Federation vessels
in that area.

- Ferengi?
- Out of their territory.

- Shall we separate the saucer?
- Let's get more information first.

Course set, Captain.

- Speed, warp seven.
- Aye, sir, warp seven.

Engage.

We are now approaching
the Neutral Zone.

Sir, sensors indicate recent photon
explosions and phaser activity.

I've analyzed the explosions'
residue.

This is of no known Ferengi design.
It is possibly Romulan.

There's a name
we haven't heard for a while.

I could go longer without hearing it.

If they have returned to this sector,
we should know.

- Mr. Worf, any further activity?
- Negative, sir.

- Slow to half impulse.
- Going to one-half impulse.

Now entering quadrant 907,
mark three.

Shields and deflectors up.
Go to yellow alert.

I have located a vessel, sir.
It is drifting.

- Put it on main viewer.
- Aye, sir.

Magnify.

Their life-support systems
are failing.

Propulsion, navigation,
and all communication inoperative.

- Any trace of the other vessel?
- No, sir.

If it is Romulan
it could be cloaked.

Tell Starfleet
we're entering the Neutral Zone.

- Yes, sir.
- Mr. La Forge, take us in closer.

Aye, sir.

Stay sharp, everyone.

It's Talarian.

- Life signs?
- Nothing yet, sir.

I have identified the vessel.
The Batris, a general cargo vessel.

A long way from home.

Keep alert.

Captain, possible life signs.

What do you mean, "possible"?

The readings emanate
from what's left of Main Engineering.

Radioactive clutter is making
positive determination difficult.

I'll prepare an away team.

Lt Yar, stay at your post. If this
is the result of a Romulan attack,

they may still be in the area.

- Aye, sir.
- Data, Geordi, let's go.

Mr. La Forge, are we close enough
to use a Visual Acuity Transmitter?

- We can certainly try it, sir.
- Please do.

And, Number One...?

Everything about this seems wrong.

Agreed. It smells like a trap.
Let's go.

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.

Captain's log, stardate 41503. 7.
We have entered the Neutral Zone,

where a Talarian freighter
has been severely damaged in battle.

I have sent an away team
to investigate.

What exactly does this device do?

We've been working on a way
to transmit what my visor sees.

If it works, the bridge
will be able to monitor us.

It has restrictions.

The information from Geordi's visor
is difficult to encode.

The signal breaks down easily.

- So not much range?
- Exactly.

The effective range is only a few
kilometers, but we're working on it.

- La Forge to bridge.
- This is the bridge.

Worf, I've switched on
the transmitter.

We are receiving.
The signal is strong.

OK, Worf,
I'm switching off for transport.

Set phasers on stun.
Let's be ready for anything.

Energize.

- La Forge to bridge.
- This is the Enterprise.

Captain,
I'm switching on the transmitter.

Ready to receive. On main viewer.

Aye, sir.

Extraordinary!

Now I'm beginning to understand him.

Geordi, what's that?

- Over to the left.
- What?

Yes, that. No, no, back.

Yes, that. Right there.
What is that?

That's Cmdr Riker.

To me it's just an undefined form
standing in a... visual frenzy.

Can you... filter out
the extraneous information?

- No, I get it all simultaneously.
- But it's... just a jumble.

How can you make head or tail
of that?

I select what I want
and then... disregard the rest.

But how is that possible?

How, in a noisy room,

can you select
one specific voice or sound?

- Of course, something you learn.
- Exactly.

It's something I've learned.
Does that make it more clear?

Look over at Data.

There's an aura around him.

Well, of course, he's an android.

You say that as if you think
that's what we all see.

Don't you?

Sir, I hate to break this up, but...

Yes, of course, Number One.
Proceed.

Let's go.

I am detecting high levels
of deuterium gas,

probably from leakage
in the drive system.

- Toxic?
- Not as yet, sir.

The life signs are emanating
from the far side of Engineering.

- What's the safest way around?
- All routes are equally dangerous.

What's the least dangerous?

There is no significant difference.

Steady on.

Cmdr Riker!

- Commander!
- Yes, Geordi?

There's a fissure in the bulkhead.

The skin of the ship
is losing its integrity.

- Where is it? I can't see it.
- Right there.

Geordi, step closer.

It looks to me like a spectrograph
indicating metal fatigue.

- Is that how you interpret it?
- Very good, Captain. Exactly right.

How long before this hull ruptures?

It's impossible to be exact.
I'd say five minutes. Probably less.

Let's go.

Geordi, we've lost transmission.

Signal overload.
I'm surprised it lasted this long.

We've reached the core, Captain.

The life signs are very strong, sir.
They are coming from over there.

- Is there any other way around?
- Negative. This is the only way.

The safest way to proceed
is for me to cross alone.

The heat and toxic gases
have less effect on me.

Agreed.

Captain, Data's gone ahead.

The life signs are from
the far side of Engineering.

I've found them, sir. The door
to their compartment is jammed.

The control mechanism's
not operative, sir.

This is Cmdr Riker
of the USS Enterprise.

Do you hear me?

I advise against the use of phasers.
The gas build-up is too great.

A phaser discharge now
could blow us all outta here.

Shall I, sir?

- What's going on?
- We're about to force the door.

What is it? What do you see?

Klingons.

Klingons?

- I am Korris.
- We'll handle the formalities later.

We have to get off this ship.
Are there any other survivors?

No.

I believe I've found
a quicker way out of here, sir.

Check him out.

He is alive, sir, but just barely.

Then pick up the body and let's go.

No!

- I will carry him.
- As you wish.

Come on, let's go!

Tasha, go to transporter room three.

I want you there
when the away team returns.

Aye, sir.

Commander, we are out of time!
This ship is blowing!

Transporter room,
have you got a lock on us?

Too much interference.
Get further away from Engineering.

Sir, Engineering is critical.
Destruction is imminent.

There are no options! Do it!

Now!

Bridge, this is Cmdr Riker.

We are taking the survivors
to sickbay.

- I'll be in sickbay.
- Request permission to join you.

Granted.

- The debris is still being analyzed.
- Inform me when it's completed.

Aye, sir.

- Situation, Doctor?
- His injuries are very critical.

I'm Jean-Luc Picard,
Captain of this vessel.

I am Korris, Captain
of the Klingon Defense Force.

This is Lt Konmel.

Would you mind
telling me what has happened?

We were passengers. The Talarians
were taking us to Outpost MZ5.

What was the vessel
doing in the Neutral Zone?

We were attacked without warning
by a Ferengi cruiser.

During battle we must have
entered the Neutral Zone.

The weapons were not Ferengi.

What is your name?

I am Lt Worf.

And you are a member of this crew?

Yes.

You are correct.

The weapons were Klingon,
but the vessel was Ferengi.

- What precipitated the attack?
- I don't know. We were in quarters.

The Captain of the freighter
had no combat experience,

so did not anticipate the
first attack, which was nearly fatal.

We took control with his permission.

The Ferengi called for surrender.

I told the Captain
to agree to all their terms.

We had only one chance, but I was
confident that it would be enough.

As adversaries the Ferengi
are not very worthy.

Still, your weapons were limited
and their vessel superior.

Yes. All we had was a battery
of ancient Merculite rockets.

Our only chance was to trick them
into lowering their shields.

We reduced power and lured them in.

They suspected nothing.

When they lowered their shields
to beam over a boarding party,

we opened fire.

There are some points
that I'm not clear about.

Captain... we are hungry and tired.

Of course.

If there is anything else you wish
to know, we will be available.

Permission to show our guests
to their quarters, Captain.

Permission granted.

What do you think, Captain?

There's more to this
than we've been told.

Why was that Talarian ship
so far off course?

What was its point of departure?

Why would Klingon officers hitch
a ride on a broken-down freighter?

Find out what Starfleet knows
about Korris and company.

It'll take 48 hours
for a message to get to Starfleet.

They'll be here for a while.
Let's find out all we can about them.

Should I have assigned a security
team to keep an eye on them?

No. Worf can deal with
anything that might arise.

- How's your patient, Doctor?
- Not good. I'll keep you posted.

Sit, friend. Let us eat.

I did not know there were Klingons
serving on human Starfleet vessels.

As far as I know, I am the only one.

Tell me, what is it like for the
hunter to lie down with the prey?

Have they tamed you?
Or have you always been docile?

Does it make you gentle?
Is your heart filled with peace?

Do glorious battles
no longer inspire your dreams?

Why do you mock me?
Why do you wish to anger me?

Only to see if it is still possible.

It is.

Dr Crusher!

You'd better come and look at this.

- His condition is worsening.
- He's convulsing. Get the hypospray!

Cmdr Korris, this is Capt Picard.

Yes, Captain?

I'm sorry to report
your comrade's injuries

are beyond our medical abilities.

He's dying.

Is there any special arrangement
you would like for the body?

It is only an empty shell now.

Please, treat it as such.

Kunivas's killer
should have been an enemy,

then his death
would have been more glorious.

If the opponent was not an enemy,
who was it?

Tell me. What really happened?

I do not wish to anger you.

We are, after all,
brothers lost among infidels.

Tell me,
how is it that you come to this ship?

That uniform?

Through an act of kindness.

The Romulans attacked the Khitomer
outpost. Everyone was killed.

I was buried under the rubble
and left for dead.

A human Starfleet officer found me.

He took me to his home on Gault and
told his wife to raise me as his son.

How old were you?

Before the Age of Inclusion.

That young?

Gault is a farming colony!

When my foster brother and I were
of age, we entered Starfleet Academy.

He hated it and returned to Gault.
I stayed.

You haven't spent much time
among your own kind.

Hardly none.

So, when the night
was still and quiet,

and the sound of the blood
in your veins filled your ears,

the only way to silence it
was to slip out into the night,

and like the hunter that spawned you,

join in the struggle
of life and death.

- You were unable...
- The others did not understand.

- You frightened them.
- They shunned you.

Cursed you, called you vile names,
and you knew not why.

Even now,
do you know why you are driven?

Why you cannot relent, or repent,
or confess, or abstain?

How could you know?

There have been no other Klingons
to lead you to that knowledge.

Yes.

Yes, those feelings
are still a part of me.

But I control them.

They do not rule me.

Yes. To fit in, the humans demand
that you change the one thing

that you cannot change.
But because you cannot,

you do.
That too is the mark of a warrior.

You said I mock you. I do not.

I salute you!

Against whom do you test yourself?

- What enemy do you battle?
- I have been in battle.

- Then, you understand.
- Yes, I do.

Brother, this "peace,"
this "Alliance,"

is like a living death
to warriors like us.

You're right,
we lied to your Commander.

We commandeered that freighter
and left the crew behind.

We were in search of a place
where we can live like true Klingons!

You did not battle the Ferengi?

It was one of our own cruisers
sent to bring us back.

You destroyed a Klingon vessel?!

I did not want to battle
our brothers. I had no choice.

They had been corrupted
by the illusion of peace.

They traded our birthright
so they could die in their sleep.

A peace that makes the Klingon heart
that beats within my chest

wither and die!

Is it permitted for you
to show us around this ship?

Yes, of course.

And as I watched Worf...

...it was like looking at a man
that I had never known.

Captain, long-range sensors
indicate another vessel approaching.

- Can you identify it?
- No, sir, not yet.

Keep a close watch on it.

So close to the Neutral Zone
it can't be random.

Let's look at that sensory data.

What magnificent battles we could
have at the helm of this ship.

Perhaps your dreams of glory
no longer fit the time.

They belong buried with the past.

Standing here we will never know.

Our answer lies out there.
Our instincts will lead us.

Instincts not dulled
by living among civilized men.

I believe, sir,
that was the first time

outsiders have witnessed
the Klingon death ritual.

I can understand them looking
at a dying man's eyes,

but the howling?

It was a warning.

To who?

They're warning the dead, sir.

"Beware, a Klingon warrior
is about to arrive."

Captain, that unidentified vessel
is approaching us at warp five.

Intersect one hour, 16 minutes,
33 seconds.

- Can we get a visual?
- I can try, sir.

Magnify.

Hello.

Klingons.

- Open hailing frequencies, Lt Yar.
- Hailing frequencies open.

Klingon cruiser, this is Jean-Luc
Picard of the USS Enterprise.

I am Cmdr K'nera.
What is your purpose in this area?

We came to investigate a battle.
We rescued three Klingon survivors.

That is all that is left
of the crew of the cruiser T'Acog?

They're from the freighter Batris.
Their leader is Capt Korris.

You have him on your ship?
He is alive?

- Yes.
- He is a criminal.

A renegade, who with two others
stole that freighter

and destroyed the Klingon cruiser
sent to bring them back.

We expect the criminals
to be delivered into our custody

as soon as we
are within transporter range.

Lt Yar, where are they now?

They're with Worf on deck 17.

- Deck 17?
- Yes. Near the battle-bridge lift.

Shall I alert Lt Worf?

No, send a security team.

Worf wouldn't allow them
on the battle bridge.

I think we cannot assume anything.

Shall I remain at my tactical
position or lead the team?

Lead the team. And, Lieutenant...

you understand
with whom you're dealing?

Aye, sir.

We have heard this ship
can separate in time of battle.

Yes. When relieved of its bulk

the Enterprise becomes
an exceptional weapon.

- They have come for us.
- Step aside.

What is the problem?

The Captain wants those two
taken into custody.

Do not let them take us, Worf.

- Help us.
- Listen to the voice of your blood.

You are not of these people.

Yes. Join us.

Go back!

Please, turn around
and go back to your mother.

Bridge, we have a hostage situation
on deck 17.

Mommy!

Bridge, this is Lt Yar.

Disregard.
Situation is under control.

By order of the Captain,
you are confined to Security.

I thought for a minute
we had a problem.

Yes. It looked like Korris
was going to hold that girl hostage.

That is not our way.

Cowards take hostages,
Klingons do not.

Lieutenant.

The Klingon vessel has arrived.

They request
the return of the renegades.

- They will be tried and executed.
- I know.

Lieutenant, I am not unmindful

of the mixed feelings
you must have about this incident.

Thank you, sir.

- Are there no other options, sir?
- None that I can see.

- He seems to be handling this well.
- So far.

He must be torn.
These are his people.

The Klingon vessel is within range.
They're requesting visual contact.

- Open frequencies.
- Hailing frequencies open, sir.

We are in position now
to receive the criminals.

We're prepared to transfer.

Captain.

Request permission to address
the Captain on the Klingon vessel.

I know it is against procedure,
but there is something I must say.

Permission granted.

What is it you want?

To plead.

You waste your time.

Their actions
threaten the Alliance.

They disobeyed
and must be punished.

Yes, they must be punished...

but not executed with dishonor.

Why do you care?

What burns in their eyes...
fires my soul.

I hear their words
and I see it all as it was.

Part of me longs for that time.

It's bred in the bone. We all do.

Then send them to a planet
in the Halee system

where they can meet death
on their feet with a weapon in hand,

not tied and helpless.

When one of us dies that way,
it diminishes us all.

Yes.

Brother, I feel as you.

I too wish they could fly free,
but I have no choice.

Sir.

We await the transfer.

Lt Yar, escort the prisoners
to the transporter room.

Aye, sir.

This is Ramos. Force field
in Security three has been broken.

Lt Yar to bridge.
There's been an escape.

At least one of my security is dead.
So is Konmel.

- Korris is loose and armed.
- Keep me informed.

Aye, sir.

Data, visual on K'nera.

Visual on, sir.

Captain, there will be a short delay.

Korris has escaped.

He is a trained Klingon warrior,
Captain.

Perhaps more than you can handle.

It is not a disgrace
to request our assistance.

I think
we can handle the situation.

What?!

Keep down!

He's up there!

Captain, Korris
is in Main Engineering.

Capt Korris,
this is a futile attempt.

You cannot win.

I will speak only to my countryman!

Only to Worf!

Captain, he has a phaser aimed
at the dilithium crystal chamber.

- At that range one blast and...
- I understand, Lieutenant.

Captain...
permission to leave the bridge.

We'll both go.

What's the situation?

He's armed with a phaser.
We do not have a clear field of fire.

- How do you suggest we proceed?
- Wait him out.

- Captain, let me talk to him.
- I do not think that's a good idea.

He's running on adrenaline.
Let it cool. He can't go anywhere.

He will wait only as long
as he believes it's to his advantage.

The moment it is not, he will fire
into the dilithium crystal chamber.

That would destroy
the Enterprise and him.

Yes. He knows.

Talk to him, Worf.

Brother!

I knew you would come.

Now I...

We have a chance!

I could not do it alone.

But I would rather die here

than let the traitors of Kling
pick the meat from my bones!

With you... it will work.

What will work?

We will demand Capt Picard
give us access to the battle bridge.

We will separate
from the rest of the ship,

then together
we will light up the galaxy!

Imagine the fear
that will roll before us!

Capt Picard will not comply.

He cannot... dare not refuse us!

To save themselves
they will give us what we demand.

Then, brother, we are free!

Put down the phaser.

Wait.

- I do not believe this.
- Believe it!

I have tasted your heart!

You have been with them,
but you are still of us!

Do not deny the challenge
of your destiny.

Get off your knees and soar!

Open your eyes
and let the dream take flight!

My brother,
it is you who does not see.

You look for battles
in the wrong place.

The true test of a warrior
is not without, it is within.

Here!
Here is where we meet the challenge!

It is the weaknesses in here
a warrior must overcome.

No.

You have talked of glory
and of conquest,

and legends we will write.

Yes.
The birthright of every Klingon.

Yet in all you say, where are the
words "duty," "honor," "loyalty"?

Without which a warrior is nothing!

What are you saying?

Living among these humans has
sucked the Klingon heart out of you.

Put down the phaser.

You are a sham!

My words were dust upon the ground!

Your blood has no fire!
You are weak, like them!

I don't care what you look like,
you are no Klingon!

Perhaps not.

Wait!

- La Forge, open hailing frequencies.
- Hailing frequencies open.

- K'nera, this is Capt Picard.
- Yes, Captain?

Korris and the other Klingon
are dead.

May I speak with Lt Worf?

Yes, Commander?

How did they die?

They died well.

Do you wish the bodies returned?

They are now only empty shells.
Dispose of them as you see fit.

When your tour of duty
on the Enterprise is complete,

consider serving with us.

Your training and experience
would benefit us.

And perhaps there are some things
we could teach you.

I am honored. Thank you.

I was just being polite, sir.

Commendable, Lieutenant.

Mr. La Forge,
set course for Starbase 84.

Aye, sir.

Really... I have no desire
to leave the Enterprise.

Good.

Coordinates set in, Captain.

- Speed... warp five.
- Aye, sir, warp five.

And, Mr. Worf...

...the bridge
wouldn't be the same without you.

Engage.