All language subtitles for 04.04 Suddenly Human

Captain's Log, Stardate 44143.7.

We have moved into Sector 21947
in response to a distress call

from a Talarian
observation craft.

The alien vessel appears
adrift, and our initial scans

have detected a life-threatening
radiation leak

within its propulsion system.

I get no further response
from the vessel.

Maintain an open channel.

Dr. Crusher and her assistants

are waiting
in Transporter Room Three.

Sir, may I remind you that
during the Galen border conflict

it was a common tactic
of the Talarians

to abandon
their observation craft

rig them to self-destruct...

And issue
a general distress call.

Yes, Mr. Data, I know.

That particular
guerrilla maneuver

resulted in 219 fatalities
over a three-day period.

Is there any way to detect
their self-destruct device?

Negative, sir.

The Talarians employ
a subspace proximity detonator.

It is not detectable
by our scans.

Or the away team's tricorders.

Right.

Captain, the Talarian warship,
the Q'Maire is responding

to the distress call.

Position?

Halfway through
the Woden Sector.

It'll take them hours
to get here, sir

even at maximum warp.

Counselor?

There is life onboard,
and it's fading.

Number One, assemble
the rest of your away team.

Prepare for immediate
rescue operations.

Yes, sir.

Ancillary power is failing.

They're nothing more
than children.

I am Commander Riker, of the
Federation Starship Enterprise.

We will evacuate you
and give you medical care.

You will not be harmed.

Enterprise, prepping
five Talarian males

for transport immediately
to Sick Bay.

Trauma team,
stand by to receive the injured.

We have radiation burns

and possible
respiratory distress.

Transport locked in
and ready, Doctor.

Stand by for my orders.

Captain, this appears to be
a basic training ship.

Five boys, all teens,
all wearing uniforms.

Proceed with the evacuation,
Number One.

No other life signs aboard, sir.

Commander, quickly.

What is it?

This boy, he's human.

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, supplemental.

We have completed
an emergency evacuation

of four Talarians and one human.

How this young man found himself

in the company of these aliens
remains a mystery.

It's Jono, right?

Is that what I heard
them call you?

I'm Dr. Crusher.

I'm just examining you
for radiation injuries.

It won't hurt.

I have a son
not much older than you.

Perhaps you'd like to meet him.

Hmm?

Well, Jono

you seem to have escaped
radiation damage.

Pretty lucky.

Dr. Crusher.

Now, how did this happen?

What is it?

They're terrified.

They all just started up.

Please, may I have
your attention?

Please, may I have
your attention?

Stop that immediately!

Well, that's better.

Now, what's your name,
young man?

He won't talk, Captain.

We haven't been able
to get through to him.

Captain.

I am Jono.

Take me home to my Captain.

Take me home to Endar.

He managed to escape
radiation trauma

but the scan shows
something else.

What?

Two previously fractured ribs

a broken arm
and a low-grade concussion.

There might be
neurological impairment.

I'd like to examine him further.

Jean-Luc, the Talarians
have been known

to be ruthless to their enemies.

I think there's
a real possibility

they may have
brutalized the child.

Isn't it possible
that the injuries

were caused prior
to his captivity?

Hmm, not likely.

He's been with them
a long time...

long enough to assimilate
their cultural traits.

And calcium trace patterns
indicate

that the injuries took place
during the past seven years.

But if they have abused the boy

why would he so devoutly wish
to return to them?

Oh, it's not uncommon.

It was identified centuries ago
as the Stockholm Syndrome.

Jono! What is it?

Get him! Get him!

Oh!

Jono!

I just suggested
he take off his gloves.

Suddenly, he lost control.

Security, we need
some assistance

down here in Sick Bay.

Don't hurt him.

Hey, no.

- Jono.
- She won't leave me alone.

She's keeps trying
to dissect me!

She was trying to help you.

I don't want her help!

Send me back with my brothers!

Send us back to Captain Endar!

Jono, I want you
to stop this immediately!

Yes, Captain.

Good. That's better.

Now, if we're
to accomplish anything...

Data to Picard.

Go ahead.

We have received
a subspace communique

from Starfleet Command
regarding the young human, sir.

Very well.

Doctor, Counselor.

Lieutenant Worf

escort this young man
to quarters.

He is to be confined there
until further notice.

Yes, Doctor.

Why are you here,
Klingon, with them?

Did they capture you, too?

They are not my captors.

They are my comrades.

Why do you take orders
from a female?

Dr. Crusher.

She is my superior officer.

Among my people, a female
can never outrank a man.

You are human.

And among humans

females can achieve
anything the males can.

I am no more human than you are.

I am Talarian.

You are confused.

Stop that!

I will make the B'Nar...
the mourning...

until I am back
with my brothers.

By matching DNA gene types

Starfleet was able to identify
the boy as Jeremiah Rossa.

Rossa?

As in Admiral Rossa?

She is his grandmother,
Captain.

He was born 14 years ago

on the Federation colony,
Galen IV.

His parents, Connor
and Moira Rossa, were killed

three years, nine months later

when their colony was overrun
by Talarian forces.

I remember.
There were no survivors.

The boy was listed

as missing and presumed dead.

I know another Rossa

who was killed in action
at the Krasner outpost.

Tragedy seems
to follow that family.

The Admiral lost both her sons.

Well, now she'll have something
to celebrate.

Captain, if Jeremiah
is returned

to his family
in his present condition

it will be a wrenching
experience for everyone

especially for him.

He needs to rediscover
his identity

make some connection
with his roots.

I agree.

Do what you can
to accomplish that, Counselor.

I don't think
I can do anything, Captain.

Why not?

Troi's right.

It's very clear that the boy

does not respond well to women.

The Talarians are a rigidly
patriarchal society, sir.

Jeremiah needs to build
a relationship with a man...

a father figure with whom
he can explore his origins.

And I think
it should be you, Captain.

Oh, no, Counselor.

Oh, no, Counselor,
I don't think so.

He needs someone
who is trained in these matters.

You are the only person

with whom he has shown
any connection.

If he is to find his... humanity

then you are the only one
who can help him.

It's up to you, Captain.

Jono.

Jono, why do you make
that noise?

It is the custom of my people
when we are in distress.

Isn't it also
the custom of your people

to listen to the wishes
of their Captain?

Yes.

Then, as Captain

of the Starship Enterprise

I ask you
not to make that sound.

Yes, sir.

Oh, good.

Well, now that's cleared up

let's, um...

Let's, uh...

Let's get
acquainted, shall we?

Uh, what do you
think of your room?

I know it's, uh...
it's a little sterile

but if there's anything
you would like...

Um... pictures, perhaps?

Games?

This is a cage.

I'm still your captive.

Oh, no.
Not at all.

I thought
you'd be comfortable here.

Are you going to return me
to my Captain?

We will rendezvous
with the Warship Q'Maire

at 0740 hours.

We will transfer the Talarians

to Captain Endar.

Including me?

We'll discuss your situation
with Captain Endar.

I don't like this place.

We could find
some other quarters.

I've always lived
with my Captain.

Ah.

Yes, well,
that wouldn't work here.

Well, I'm sure you'll see

there's nothing here
to appeal to a young person.

Put that down, please.

It's Klingon.

Yes. Would you put it back
where you got it?

Uh...

Well...

Here we are, eh, Jono?

I notice you haven't taken off
your gloves.

Not here.

Why not?

So that I don't have to touch
an alien.

Jono, your Captain, Endar...

has he ever hurt you?

Inflicted pain?

Pain is not a consideration.

Then he has.

I did not say that.

Don't you understand?

Pain is not what matters.

Passing the tests is everything.

Is that what they are...
tests of pain?

You understand nothing.

It's true, I don't
fully understand Talarians

but you are not Talarian.

I will not listen to this.

I will not listen to your lies.

Come.

You wanted to see me, Captain?

Yes, Counselor.

Please, come in.
Sit down.

You're probably not
aware of this

but I've never been
particularly comfortable

around children.

Really?

For some reason, they just
don't seem to respond to me.

I see.

Frankly, I think that my time
would be best served

carrying out the duties
and responsibilities

of a Starfleet Captain.

Seldom have I heard
an explanation so...

well-rehearsed.

Look, Counselor, I...

I just feel that I'm not
the right person for this job.

Strange, isn't it?

You'll travel light-years

dodge asteroid storms,
brave hostile aliens

and yet, when asked to assume
a parental role, you cringe.

Why do you suppose that is?

I'm not cringing.

I'm just...

acknowledging my limitations.

When you were a child,
did you have any friends?

Other children you played with?

I don't think that this

has anything
to do with anything.

Well, perhaps it was because...

This is foolish.

What were you going to say?

It's just that...

ever since I was a child,
I've always known

exactly what I wanted to do...
be a member of Starfleet.

Nothing else mattered to me.

Virtually my entire youth
was spent

in the pursuit of that goal.

In fact...

I probably skipped my childhood
altogether.

You know, Captain

almost no one is born
being a good parent.

Most people just
have to muddle through

and do the best that they can.

Are you saying that's what
I'm going to have to do?

Yes.

And you might be surprised
at just how good you can be.

Computer!

Turn off that noise!

Computer, what...?

What was that?

The Alba Ra, a contemporary
Talarian musical form.

Jono?

Jono, where are you?

You turned off my music.

Yes, I most certainly did

and I expect it
to stay turned off.

Would you come down from there?

I see you made yourself at home.

I cannot rest on your beds.

They hurt my back.

Will you come here?

There's something
I want to show you.

Those are Connor
and Moira Rossa.

They are your parents.

The baby...

is you.

Jeremiah Rossa.

My name is Jono.

Well, you were born Jeremiah

on Galen IV.

The colony was destroyed later
during a border skirmish.

Hmm.

See?

You knew how to laugh once.

Do you remember
any of this, Jono?

Your parents, your home?

I know that Endar rescued me.

He told me so.

Jono, your parents were killed
by the Talarians.

It was war.

Death is part of war.

Captain?

Yes, what is it, Number One?

We've established visual contact
with the Warship Q'Maire.

Endar!

Hey! Hey!

You... stay put.

I'm on my way, Number One.

Get to cover!

I can't leave you!

Take Jeremiah.
Get to the forest.

I'll hold them off.

No! No! Come with us!

No!

Mama! Mama!

Jeremiah... Jeremiah!

Mama...

Status, Mr. Data?

Q'Maire at station.

Holding steady
at bearing 013 mark 015.

Distance... 506 kilometers.

Are its weapons systems active?

Negative, sir.

Captain Endar requests
an open channel, sir.

On screen.

I am Captain Endar
of the Warship Q'Maire.

To whom am I speaking?

Captain Jean-Luc Picard

of the Federation
Starship Enterprise.

We have rescued
four crew members

from your observation craft.

They have received
medical attention.

They are ready for transport.

Your actions are duly noted.

We will forward coordinates
for immediate transport.

You're welcome, I'm sure.

One moment, Captain.

We've also discovered
a human among your crew.

Jono.

Actually, his name

is Jeremiah...

Jeremiah Rossa.

What is his condition?

Is he injured?

He was not wounded in the mishap

but as a representative
of the Federation

I require an explanation.

Why has this child been
held in your custody

for so many years?

No explanation is warranted,
Captain.

He is my son.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

Captain Endar's claim
that Jeremiah Rossa is his son

is clearly unacceptable.

However, to avoid
escalating tensions

I have invited
the Talarian leader

to come aboard the Enterprise

so that we may address
the issue face-to-face.

Yes, I was in charge
of the force

that repelled
the trespassers on Galen IV.

I must say,
your Federation troops

fought tenaciously.

Among them,
Connor and Moira Rossa.

I suppose.

After the battle, I found

this squalling child
huddled by a body.

of a young woman,
his mother, presumably.

There was almost no one
left alive on Galen IV.

Was I to leave him screaming
over his mother's body?

You should have notified
the Federation authorities.

To conceal him was a clear
violation of our agreement.

I took him in accordance
with my people's traditions.

What tradition is it

that empowered you
to capture a helpless child?

I lost my son
at the hands of humans

during the conflict
over Castal I.

Talarian custom allows me

to claim the son
of a slain enemy.

Does that custom extend

to brutalizing
the surrogate son?

What are you talking about?

Our medical officer discovered
evidence of injuries so severe

they might be
considered torture.

Nonsense.

I've never harmed Jono.

Then explain the fractured ribs,
concussion, broken arm.

Broken arm.

Youth!

Have you ever
been a father, Picard?

Have you ever had a son
desperately trying

to win your approval,
your respect?

Jono broke his ribs
riding on a t'stayan.

Six hooves,
a very powerful beast.

The arm...

in a contest with other youths.

He endured the pain
and won the competition.

One day, he will be
a great warrior.

Doesn't he deserve
to become more than that?

His true heritage is human,
Endar.

A heritage long since forgotten.

While onboard,
you are welcome to supervise

the return of your crew

but I cannot allow
Jeremiah Rossa

to be returned to your custody.

His true family are waiting
for him on Earth.

Ah.

Then under no circumstances

will I allow your ship
to leave our territory.

I have already reported
our position

and the nature
of this violation to Starfleet.

And I've already called

for reserve forces
into this sector.

Are you saying
that you are willing

to go to war over this boy?

Would you not,
for your only son?

We have been at peace
for many years.

Let us not
rush headlong into war.

Then help me to avoid it.

If you will allow me to see Jono

it will be clear to you
I have been a good father.

He's grown up happy
in my keeping.

So, you think it would it be
unwise to let Endar see Jono?

I think
it might be dangerous.

Abusers can have subtle

but powerful influence
over their victims.

You see, I'm not convinced
the boy has been abused, Doctor.

I've talked with the father

and, if I'm
any judge of character

I would say that he cares deeply
for the boy's welfare.

I sense awakening memories
in the boy.

This is a very fragile time
for Jono.

If we send away the man
he calls "father"

without even letting them
see each other

how would we ever gain
his trust?

Yes.

There is something else
to keep in mind.

We are deep
in Talarian territory.

A semblance of diplomacy
is called for.

I'm going to agree
to the meeting.

All I ask is that the visit
be supervised.

Don't let them
be alone together.

Agreed.

Endar.

Jono, my son.

Have they treated you well?

Yes, Captain.

Except...

Except what?

I was forbidden
to make the B'Nar.

Ah.

That's all right.

I know you've mourned
in your heart.

Well, Jono...

what do you think
of these humans?

They look like me.

They want to keep you, you know.

Yes, I know.

You've reached
the Age of Decision.

What is your choice?

Do you want to stay?

No.

Of course not.

Then you shall not.

I'm returning to the Q'Maire.

I will give the humans a choice.

If they do not make the one
we know is right

it may lead to war.

You may die.

I am ready to die.

Captain, sensors indicate
two warships approaching

from the opposite direction
along the border.

Mr. Data, what's
their offensive potential?

Talarian warships are limited
to neutral particle weapons

high-energy X-ray lasers
and Merculite rockets.

No match
for the Enterprise, Captain.

Mm-hmm.

The last thing I want
is to be forced

into destroying
one of their ships.

They won't back off.

They've been willing to fight
to the death in past encounters.

The lines are being drawn.

All this for a chosen son.

Captain, is it worth it
to go to war over a child?

You might not
ask that, Lieutenant

if it was your child.

There must be a way
to avoid this.

If we can just reach
Jono, help him make

some connections
with his origins

he may choose to come with us.

Do you really think
Endar would go along with that?

If Endar respects Talarian
custom, he may have to.

According to their tradition

a male child of 14
has reached the Age of Decision.

He then undergoes
a ceremony of initiation

after which, he has the freedom
to make his own choices.

Endar's entire claim on Jono
is based on Talarian custom.

He'd have a hard time
backing away from it now.

Captain, there is
a subspace communication

from Starfleet Command.

On screen.

Sir, the message
is for Jeremiah Rossa.

Have the boy brought
to my ready room.

Jeremiah...

my name is Connaught Rossa.

I am your father's mother.

I wish we could talk in person,
but that will have to wait.

When I heard the miracle
that you were alive

I wanted to reach out to you
as soon as possible.

I find myself wondering
what you look like.

All I can do is imagine
your father at your age.

You come from a family
that would make you proud.

Many of them
have given their lives

to bring peace to the galaxy.

You are the last of the Rossas.

I was so very thankful
when you were given back to us

to carry on the line.

Your grandfather and I
will greet you

with all the love in our hearts.

Have a safe journey home,
Jeremiah.

She wears a Starfleet uniform.

Yes.

What is her rank?

She is an Admiral.

She outranks you?

Yes.

If I were home now,
I would go to the brae

and run along the river
as fast as I could!

Jono...

I can't do any of the things
that calm me here.

You won't let me have
my music.

You won't let me make
the B'Nar.

I feel if I stay still
much longer, I will die.

Jono...

let me show you what I do
when I have these feelings.

Come on.

Now, you can serve from within
either of these two sections

by bouncing the ball
and hitting it

into that top center target.

Now you have to return the ball
before it bounces twice.

All right?

Let's try it.

Hmm, not bad.

I win at all the games.

I can believe it.

Jono?

You all right?

I'm fine.

Jeremiah! Jeremiah!

Mama!

No!

Mama!

It's all right.
It's all right.

She was all red.

I cried...

but she didn't answer me.

She used to sing to me.

I don't remember the melody...

just the sound of her voice.

Before I remembered these things

I was strong.

And now...

It's part of being human, Jono.

But as deeply as you feel hurt

you can also feel joy.

I do not think so.

I think I will always
feel like this.

How was the racquetball?

Oh, he gave me quite a game
for his first time out.

Yes, Captain.

I'm looking forward
to next time.

I'm sure you are.
Sit down.

What would you like?

What is that?

This is called a banana split.

It's quite possibly one of the
greatest things in the universe.

Here, try some.

That is called a spoon.

Forgive me.

l-I fail to understand
why this is amusing.

Access your data banks
under "humor"

subheading "slapstick."

Comedy stressing farce
and horseplay.

Ah, this, no doubt,
is a variation

on "pie in the face."

Now do you see why it's funny?

No, sir.

But I will take your word
for it.

This is very amusing.

Let's try this again.

I'd like a fresh banana split

and another one
for my friend here.

Right away.

Look at him.

He's a different person.

Who would have thought

we'd ever see him laugh
out loud like that?

Just half an hour ago,
he was crying like a baby.

Two bleeders,
single-plane penetration.

I need the autosuture here.

Yes, Doctor.

Looks like the blade hit
the sternum and was deflected.

It could have been a lot worse.

It wasn't a dream?

I'm afraid not.

No vital organs pierced.

No major arteries.

Where's the boy now?

Worf has him in Security.

Hold still.

I want to see him.

Here, now.

He'll wait until I'm finished.

Talarian warships converging.

Range... 500 kilometers.

On screen.

Any communication,
Lieutenant Worf?

No, sir.
We have an open channel.

Commander, the warships'
closing velocities are slowing.

Staggered approach vectors,
bearing zero

120 and 240 degrees.

Riker to La Forge.

La Forge here, sir.

The Talarians are moving

into attack posture,
classic triangular envelopment.

I've tapped the impulse engines
for additional power to shields.

We're ready, Commander.

Commander, the Captain
of the Q'Maire

requests communication.

Here we go.

On screen.

Captain Picard,
have you made your decision?

This is Commander Riker.

What are your intentions,
Captain Endar?

Where is Captain Picard?

He has been injured.

I am in command now.

Very well.

Please prepare my son
for immediate transport.

I'm afraid
that won't be possible.

Last night,
Jono attacked Captain Picard

and tried to murder him.

We're holding him in custody.

If he had been returned to me
with the others

this would never have happened.

I hold you responsible
for this incident.

He will have to come
with us now, Endar.

It is up to Starfleet
to decide the consequences.

I do not accept that decision.

I repeat...

you will prepare my son
for immediate transport.

If he is not aboard
the Q'Maire in five minutes...

you will suffer
the consequences.

Red Alert.

Talarian vessels routing power
to forward rockets.

Ready all weapons, Mr. Worf.

Jono...

why did you do it?

That does not matter.

Yes, I think it does.

It matters to me.

What matters is that I
have attacked a Captain.

I am ready to be put to death.

You think
you're going to be killed?

To attack a superior
is the worst offense.

I will die at your hands.

Jono...

you're not going to die
at my hands or anyone else's.

But I've committed
a terrible crime.

What I want to know is why?

You seemed so happy
just a few hours ago.

I was.

But then I thought
about my father.

I felt I had betrayed him.

I'd be throwing away
all that he'd given me...

all that I'd learned from him...

my home,
running along the river

playing in the games

sharing victory
with my brothers.

All the things
that are part of my life.

As I grew closer and closer...

to you

I knew that meant leaving more
and more of that life behind.

Forgive me, Captain

but I cannot allow myself
to do that.

The Q'Maire is requesting

communications
on a secure channel.

On screen.

Commander Riker

you have failed to transport
my son aboard the Q'Maire.

Our intentions
have not changed, Endar.

We're returning him
to Starfleet.

I regret your stubbornness.

Much will be lost.

One moment, Captain.

Captain Endar...

last night, Jono...

attacked me with a dagger.

Which he could not have done

had he been returned to me
with the others.

There was a crime committed
onboard this ship

but it was not Jono's,
it was mine.

When we found Jono

it seemed so clear
what had to be done.

We knew that if we could only
persuade him

to make the decision to stay

then you would
most likely let him.

So with the best of intentions,
we tried to convince him

and in so doing...

we thoroughly failed
to listen to his feelings

to his needs.

That was the crime

and it has taken a huge toll

on a strong and a very...
noble young man.

And it must be rectified.

He will return home,
to the only home he's ever known

and to the father that he loves.

To you, Endar.

Thank you, Captain.

Please transmit coordinates
for immediate transport.

Good-bye, Jono.

Good-bye, Captain.

Thank you.