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All right, come in.

Guinan, what's wrong?

I need a doctor.

Geordi beat me in straight sets today.
I think I've developed tennis elbow.

Well, you better go to Sickbay.
I think Dr. Selar's on duty.

I don't wanna see Dr. Selar.

I always see you.
I'm very particular about my doctors.

You better get a new one,

because I'm not a doctor
on this ship anymore.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

to explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life
and new civilizations,

to boldly go
where no one has gone before.

Three days on a shuttle
to Starbase 23,

transport back to Earth.

I can hear Admiral Brooks now,

telling me how I've disgraced
Starfleet Medical.

Then, a leisurely day and a half
before the formal inquiry begins

and my career ends.

Beverly...

My elbow.

Your elbow.

Let me see it.

Does this hurt?

Ow. Yes, right there.

That's tennis elbow, all right.

Here, hold your arm like this.

You know, I've never been
to a formal inquiry.

Well, I'll see
if I can arrange one for you.

All you have to do is disobey orders,
violate medical ethics,

and cause an interstellar incident.

Well, I guess that would do it.

Make a fist.

Do I have to hit you with my fist
before you tell me what happened?

It all started when those scientists
came on board.

No. It started when I got curious.

Well,
there's nothing wrong with that.

That's why I went
to the Altine Conference.

I'd heard about
a new subspace technology,

developed by a Ferengi,
a Dr. Reyga.

A Ferengi scientist. Hmm.

His invention
was based on metaphasic fields,

but his methodology
was completely unorthodox.

Well, I like unorthodox.

Too bad you weren't there.

Nobody else would listen to him.
They all but jeered him off the stage.

But I had read his paper,
and his work was extraordinary.

So you gathered all these scientists
to come hear this Ferengi.

Yes. I hoped I could be a facilitator.

I thought that if I invited scientists
from various cultures

to board the Enterprise,
I could sit them down

and help them
to understand the value of his ideas.

Like a scientific diplomat.

Exactly.

So after persuading the captain,

I had to round up
as many scientists as I could

from the field
of subspace technology.

But of all the scientists I invited,

only four were interested in hearing
about Dr. Reyga's invention.

And I wasn't altogether sure
that they were going to be compatible.

Kurak was a warp-field specialist
on the Klingon Homeworld.

I don't think Klingons
regard scientists very highly.

She always seemed
a little defensive.

Dr. T'Pan is practically a legend
in the field of subspace morphology.

She's been the director
of the Vulcan Science Academy

for 15 years.

Her husband, Dr. Christopher,
came with her.

I didn't know much about him,

but he was some kind
of subspace theoretician.

Jo'Bril was a Takaran.
The first one I'd ever met.

I had no idea
what to expect from him.

And then, there was Dr. Reyga,
the Ferengi scientist.

You've all seen
my experimental data.

The metaphasic shield
has been proven.

Forgive my skepticism, doctor,

but your claims
are somewhat extravagant.

Protect a shuttle
within a star's corona?

Not even your own government
believes it can be done.

That's why I've invited you all here.

You have the vision

to see the potential
of Dr. Reyga's metaphasic shield.

I need help to develop the shield.

I'm willing to grant exclusive rights

to whoever provides
the necessary resources.

I think you all realize what
this shielding process could mean.

The possibilities of exploration
and research are endless.

But only if it works.

I'm not convinced
that this metaphasic shield

can withstand either the temperature
or the radiation it would be exposed to.

But it has.

Not only in countless simulations,

but in a field test
that I conducted myself.

For which, of course,
we have only your word.

Are you accusing me
of falsifying my data?

You would not be the first scientist
to manipulate experimental data

to his own advantage.

Dr. Reyga has offered
to demonstrate his invention.

He's outfitted one of our shuttles
with his metaphasic shield.

I will take it into the corona
of the star Vaytan.

That star has a super dense corona.

The shuttle would be subjected
to particularly intense radiation.

Perhaps it would be wise to choose
a star of lesser magnitude.

I agree.

My own research
into solar energy transfer

suggests that Vaytan's corona
is extremely unstable.

What better way
to test my invention?

I'm not concerned.
The shield will hold.

I, for one,

would feel more comfortable
if someone else flew the shuttle.

Someone more objective.

I will volunteer for that task.

I've spent years studying
solar plasma reactions.

The thought of being able
to penetrate a star's corona,

it is a remarkable opportunity.

I've studied your data, Dr. Reyga.

I think
you're on solid scientific ground.

I do not share your optimism,
Dr. Jo'Bril.

But if you wish to pilot the craft,
I would be more confident

in your assessment of the shield
than Dr. Reyga's.

I agree. At this point,
we need an impartial evaluation.

We'll need to be sure
that you're familiar

with the shuttle's controls
and Dr. Reyga's modifications.

I am an accomplished pilot.
It will be no problem.

Well, what do you think?

I am gratified, Dr. Jo'Bril.

And there will be no difficulty
in operating the metaphasic controls.

The system will activate automatically
as you approach the star.

Well, then, we'll proceed
with the demonstration at 1500 hours.

We'll meet on the Bridge.

It wasn't exactly
an enthusiastic response

to Dr. Reyga's technology.

But given the circumstances

and the scientists'
quarrelsome personalities,

I was quite pleased.

I thought that went well, didn't you?

Thanks to you, doctor.

I didn't do anything.

This is an opportunity
I would never have had without you.

And I promise you, I'll never forget it.

Some of the scientists
still seem a little doubtful,

but after the demonstration
I'm sure they'll come around.

Well, if there's anything I'm used to,
it's skepticism. Heh.

After all, a Ferengi scientist
is almost a contradiction in terms.

Ah. No, don't deny it.

I know
how the Ferengi are regarded.

I still expect the scientific community

to be a little more open
than they seem to be.

The metaphasic shield
is a breakthrough in technology.

Many scientists
have tried to develop it.

It's only natural
that there would be some resistance.

- You mean jealousy. I know.
- Heh.

I wonder if that might account
for Dr. T'Pan's attitude.

She's been working on subspace
shielding technology for years,

and you've beaten her to the punch.

I'm really not interested
in competition.

All I want is to be acknowledged,
respected as a scientist.

This invention will finally do that.

I figured the hard part was over.

I'd stepped out on a limb
and it hadn't broken.

Not bad for my first venture
into scientific diplomacy.

Captain,
the shuttle has been launched.

On-screen. Open a channel.

I am 1 million kilometers
from the star's corona.

Proceeding
at three-quarters impulse,

I should reach it
in approximately three minutes.

The metaphasic shielding
has begun to form.

External temperature
is 0.9 million kelvins and rising.

Radiation levels
are nearing 10,000 rads.

That should have no effect
on the shuttle cabin.

That's right.

Temperature in the cabin
is 21 degrees Celsius

and the radiation levels are normal.

Wait.

I'm reading
elevated neutrino levels in the cabin.

Those are from the subspace field
that's encapsulating the shuttle.

The levels are well within
acceptable parameters.

Outside temperature is rising rapidly,
1.7 million kelvins.

Temperature is still 21 degrees
and the shield is holding.

Three hundred fifty thousand
kilometers and closing.

This is incredible.

I am actually flying into a star.

Congratulations, doctor.
This is an amazing achievement.

Radiation levels outside the shuttle
are nearing 14,000 rads.

The temperature inside the cabin
is still normal.

I am now fully engulfed
in the corona.

It's astonishing.

You see, doctors?
Metaphasic shielding is a reality.

Dr. Jo'Bril, can you give us
an estimate of the plasma turbulence?

Dr. Jo'Bril?

Something's wrong.

What's going on, Mr. Data?

Sensors indicate an increased level
of baryon particles in the cabin.

No. That's not possible.

Dr. Jo'Bril, can you hear me?
Please respond.

Baryon levels
are continuing to rise, sir.

I don't understand it.
This shouldn't be happening.

Mr. Worf,
can you beam him out of there?

The solar radiation is interfering.

He must be at least
500,000 kilometers from the star

before we can get a transporter lock.

We're losing him.

Dr. Jo'Bril, listen to me.

It is imperative
that you turn the shuttle.

Take it out of the corona.
Do you understand me?

Pilot the shuttle away from the star.

The shuttle is emerging
from the corona, sir.

Mr. Worf, get a lock on him
as soon as you can.

Beam him directly to Sickbay.

At that point, the doubts
of the others seemed justified.

I had no idea what had gone wrong,

or how seriously
Dr. J0'Bril had been injured.

But I knew this incident
could destroy Reyga's chance

to be accepted
by the scientific community.

Twenty cc's inoprovaline.

It's not working. Cortical stimulators.

Now.

Again.

I saw

the sun.

So, that was my first experience
as a scientific diplomat.

A complete failure.

I don't understand.

No?

I mean, I've lost patients before.

But this was different.

Mm-hm.

You know, when you're a doctor
and you have patients,

you're in control.

But when you send somebody
out on a mission,

all you can do is sit and watch.

That's what I felt. Helpless.

Anybody would.

Don't be too hard on yourself.

You know, what you say reminds me
of something Jean-Luc said to me

when I was doing
the autopsy on Jo'Bril.

It was probably
the most puzzling autopsy

I've ever performed,
and the most frustrating,

because Jo'Bril's anatomy
was unlike any I'd encountered.

And I've run into
some unusual specimens.

How's it going?

I've never run into
a humanoid species like this before.

His internal physiology is baffling.

He doesn't seem to have
any discrete organs,

at least not in the traditional sense.

Practically every system is equally
distributed throughout the body.

Now, that kind of physiology

should make him
incredibly resistant to any injury.

So whatever killed him must
have occurred at the cellular level.

- Do you have any idea what it was?
- No.

Something caused
a massive system-wide failure.

But I don't know what.

Were the solar radiation levels
high enough to kill him?

His exposure
to the star's radiation was minimal.

It's all very strange.

There's no apparent cause of death.

Doctor, here's the result
of the tissue scan you asked for.

That's odd.

The rate of cellular decay
is extremely low.

Beverly, the answers will come.

Maybe even minimal exposure
to the radiation

altered the cellular physiology.

You know,
you've been at this for hours.

You might think more clearly
if you got a good night's sleep.

I can't sleep.
I want to find out what killed him.

I owe that to Dr. Reyga.

Are you doing it for Dr. Reyga
or yourself?

What do you mean?

You're the loneliest person
in the world right now.

No one can say anything.
No one can do anything that will help.

And you think
that it will never go away.

And you're right, it won't.

But you can get used to it.

I know it doesn't feel like that now,

but you can.

CRUSHER". At the time, I was too
preoccupied with my problems

to understand what he was saying.

I wasn't thinking
about the rest of my life.

I was trying to make sense
of what had happened.

And I wasn't alone.

Jo'Bril's death
had raised a lot of questions.

Geordi and Data were determined
to find out what had gone wrong.

And they were busy going over
every millimeter of the shuttle,

with Dr. Reyga's help.

Run a diagnostic
on the EPS flow regulator.

The flow regulator
is functioning normally.

What about the fuel emitter coil?
Has it maintained polarity?

- Yes, doctor.
- The radial force compensator?

I am unable to locate
any malfunctions.

All systems are operating

according
to your design specifications.

- Did you find anything wrong?
- No.

I don't understand it.

There must be something
we've overlooked.

I found micro-crystalline damage
to the hull,

which confirms
that your shield was breached

by a burst of baryonic radiation.

Were the levels high enough
to cause damage to organic tissue?

I don't know.

Perhaps there was
an unexpected interaction

between the solar radiation
and the metaphasic shield.

No, that's not possible.

I anticipated every contingency.

Then maybe Jo'Bril

ran into something in the corona
which you didn't anticipate,

and your shield just wasn't able
to protect him from it.

My shield was not...

Reyga seemed angry,

but I knew it was
because he was so disappointed.

Everything he'd worked for,
hoped for, was slipping away.

And that made
what I had to do next even harder.

I'm sure you all understand
that in light of what happened,

I think it would be inappropriate
to continue further testing.

Perhaps if Dr. Reyga has perfected
his metaphasic technology,

we can try again.

Dr. Crusher, please.

If I could have
a little more time to investigate.

I know I could find what went wrong.

But that won't bring back Jo'Bril,
will it?

I do not believe
the shield will ever work.

Its very concept is flawed.

Just one more test.

Whom do you propose
we sacrifice next?

- I will pilot the shuttle myself.
- I'm sorry. As chief medical officer,

I'm responsible for the health
and safety of all the people aboard.

I will not authorize any further tests.

Very well.

But I will prove myself.

CRUSHER". I couldn't help
but admire his tenacity.

He just wasn't
going to accept defeat.

And I hoped
he would prove himself.

But that was the last time
I saw him alive.

We'd gone to Science Lab 4

when the ship's sensors registered
a sizable plasma surge there.

Look at this, a plasma infuser.
It's completely discharged.

The blast
must have killed him instantly.

Or perhaps he could not live
with the failure of his invention

and took his own life.

Or perhaps someone
just wanted it to look that way.

Isn't it odd that he could hold on
so tightly to the infuser

when it was discharged?

The normal reflex
would have been to drop it.

The plasma shock could have
affected his nervous system.

He may have reacted
by gripping tighter.

I'll know for certain
when I do the autopsy.

Is your examination complete,
doctor?

For now.

Please have his body
taken to the morgue.

Very well.

CRUSHER". I remembered
his passion and commitment

and his determination
to prove himself.

And I was sure that this man
had not taken his own life.

And if anyone could understand that,
I knew it would be Captain Picard.

I was with him right before he died.
He was not suicidal.

But by your own admission,

Reyga was a difficult man
to understand.

Isn't it possible that he was
simply masking his feelings?

I don't think so.

He was disappointed
at the failure of his device,

and certainly
he was upset at J0'Bril's death.

But I never got the sense
that he was ready to end his own life.

And if that's true,
then someone else killed him.

Do you have any evidence of that?

Not yet.

But when I finish the autopsy,
I hope I'll have it.

Beverly...

I'm afraid there will be no autopsy.

The family
have already been contacted.

They insist that the body
must not be touched

until they perform
the Ferengi death ritual.

But there's a question
as to the circumstances of his death.

- To the family that's irrelevant.
- Let me speak with them.

Please, believe me,
they're adamant.

We are scheduled to rendezvous
with a Ferengi vessel in 17 hours.

They will pick up Reyga's body then.

I'm sorry, there will be no autopsy.

Jean-Luc, I cannot just drop this.

Don't you see?
There may have been a murder.

Then you will have to find evidence
some way other than an autopsy.

I don't understand, doctor.

Isn't it pretty clear that Reyga died
from a plasma discharge?

It won't be clear
until after an autopsy.

As far as I know,
he could have been poisoned,

and someone put the plasma infuser
in his hand after he died.

- Do you think he was murdered?
- I'm not discounting that possibility.

The point is,
without a complete autopsy,

there's no way
of knowing for certain.

Why won't the Ferengi allow it?

It has to do with their death rituals.

A body can't be violated
before it's buried.

And apparently the family
is more concerned about ritual

than finding out the truth
about how he died.

I just can't get the information
I need from a tricorder scan.

Suspects.

If Reyga didn't kill himself,
someone else did.

So who are the possible suspects?

Whoever had something to gain
from his death.

And the only ones to fit that category
are the other scientists.

I'm afraid I don't understand, doctor.

Do you have evidence
that Reyga was murdered?

No, but I can't believe
he took his own life,

and I would like to explore
any possibilities a bit further.

What reason would anyone have
to kill him?

I was wondering if you might have
some thoughts along that line.

I see.

You are suggesting
that I had such a motive.

If Reyga's technology
had been successful,

you might have been displaced
as the preeminent scientist

in subspace technology.

But since it wasn't successful,

it isn't logical to conclude
that I had such a motive, is it?

I must say I resent this, doctor.

We have all been shocked
by recent events.

I don't see there's anything to gain

by dragging us
through these insinuations.

I'm just trying to uncover the truth,
and I need your help to do it.

Have you seen or heard anything

that might suggest
that someone else had a motive?

We are trying to forget
the unpleasantness

of these past several days.

Not have them stirred up again.

I find it disturbing that you would try
to force your suspicions among us.

Forgive me.
I don't mean to upset you.

But have you noticed
anything unusual?

I find your question distasteful.

Is there something
you're not telling me?

I'm sure it's nothing.

I was in the storage room
of the science laboratory yesterday.

Kurak was working in the lab.

Reyga came in
and they got into an argument.

About what?

I don't know.

I couldn't hear anything clearly,

until they started to shout
at one another,

then I heard Kurak say
that Reyga had insulted her honor,

and no Klingon would stand for that.

I do not believe she killed him.

These were words spoken
in the heat of anger.

Kurak is volatile, passionate,

but not a killer.

And, doctor, neither are we.

Thank you.

CRUSHER". I knew he might
be right about Kurak.

Klingons make threats
as a matter of course.

On the other hand,
sometimes they follow through.

That looks like one of
Dr. Reyga's shield configurations.

Yes.

Personal research.

Even though this technology failed?

No one has denied
there is potential in the idea.

Which you're now free to develop.

Are you accusing me of something?

No.

But I wanna know
why you threatened Dr. Reyga.

I warned Dr. Reyga

that if he persisted in his slander,
he would pay the price.

What was his accusation?

I will not repeat his lies.

Were they lies?

Be careful, doctor.

Insulting the honor of a Klingon
can be extremely dangerous.

Did Reyga make that mistake?

I have heard enough
of your accusations.

Now, I will have your silence.

You're gonna have to throw me a lot
harder than that if you wanna get it.

Now, what did he accuse you of?

Sabotage.

Sabotage of the metaphasic shield?
Was that why it failed?

How would I know?

Did you sabotage the project?

No.

I did not.

Goodbye, doctor.

CRUSHER". Kurak refused
to say anything more.

I wasn't sure if her silence
was motivated by guilt,

or just Klingon pride.

I was beginning to find out
that investigating a murder

was a little more perilous
than I'd thought.

And for everything I'd been through,

I didn't have any more insight
than I did before I started.

Which brought me back
to Reyga's body,

because the more
I thought about it,

the more it seemed
that the answers had to be there.

DNA traces, tissue anomalies,
a wealth of forensic clues

that could shed some light
on the mystery.

So I made the decision.

Come.

Bevefly.

Jean-Luc, I wanna tell you
something that you need to know,

but you're not gonna like it.

I did an autopsy on Dr. Reyga.

What did you find?

Nothing.

I'm sorry,
I know I shouldn't have done it.

You most certainly should not.

I made it clear to you
that the family would not allow it.

Not only have you
disobeyed my orders,

but you've interfered
in the burial rituals of another culture.

You've put both of us
in a very difficult position.

The family will have to be notified.

I don't doubt
that they will react strongly.

If the Ferengi government becomes
involved, as I'm certain they will,

this could have
very significant repercussions.

I'm not sure
how much I can protect you.

You don't have to, Jean-Luc.

I knew what I was doing,

and I'm prepared
to accept the consequences.

I could tell that he was
terribly disappointed in me,

and that was
almost the hardest part of all.

So that's the story.
That's how I ended my career.

Backhand volley.

- What?
- That's how I did it.

Geordi kept hitting
to my backhand at the net.

Guinan,
two people have died on this ship.

Two lives that ended horribly,

and you're worried
about your tennis game?

Are you upset?

I don't know, you tell me.
You're supposed to be wise.

Well, if you are upset,
why are you moping around here?

Why don't you
do something about it?

I've done everything I could think of,
it got me fired.

Do you think
Dr. Reyga killed himself?

No.

Do you think
there's a murderer on board?

Yes.

Then why are you still sitting here?

Don't you get it?
If I start digging around again--

You could be relieved of duty.

Chief medical officer's log, personal.

Stardate 46830.1.

I'll be leaving the ship tomorrow
to attend the board of inquiry.

That means I have less than 24 hours
to get to the bottom of this mystery.

What are you doing, Data?

I am running additional diagnostics

to make certain there was
no permanent radiation damage

to the shuttlecraft hull.

You've studied
Dr. Reyga's shield system.

Do you think
it could have been sabotaged?

There was no evidence
to support sabotage.

Just consider the possibility.

The system interlocks
prevent access to the circuitry

unless the shield emitter is active.

Any attempt to sabotage the device

would have to be made
while the shield is in operation.

The only time the shield was active
was during Jo'Bril's test flight.

That is correct.

It seems unlikely that J0'Bril
would perform sabotage

which would result in his own death.

I agree.

Would it be possible to sabotage
the shuttle by remote during the flight?

A phased ionic pulse beamed directly
into the metaphasic projection matrix

would result
in a temporary system malfunction.

Where on the Enterprise could you
generate a phased ionic pulse?

Such a pulse could be initiated
from the lateral sensor array.

Science Labs 1, 4 and 16,

or any of the Bridge
science stations.

Let's assume for the moment
that someone did send out

a phased ionic pulse.

What would have happened
inside the shuttle?

A tetryon field
would be formed briefly in the cabin,

temporarily disrupting
the metaphasic shield.

A tetryon field.

If Jo'Bril was exposed
to a tetryon field,

it might have left
residual traces in his tissue.

Thanks, Data.

- Beverly?
- Yes?

We've arranged for the shuttle
to take you to Starbase 23.

Thank you.

About everything that's going on,
I'm sorry.

- I'm sure it will all work out.
- Yes, of course.

You know
the inquiry's just a formality.

And Captain Picard
will do everything he can for you.

I'm sure that'll help.

But if you do anything foolish
before that inquiry,

it's not gonna look good for you.

I don't know what you mean.

I think you do know what I mean.

The best thing
for you to do right now

is to go to your quarters
and read a good book.

If you do anything
to make the situation worse,

it's going to be
that much harder on you.

Thank you, commander,
your concern is noted.

Beverly...

I'm saying this to you as a friend.

Yes, Will, I know.

But as a friend,
please try to understand,

I can't quit now, and I don't want
you to become involved in this.

Computer, access ship's medical logs
and download current autopsy files.

Autopsy files are restricted

to active medical personnel only.

- Access denied.
- Damn.

Dr. Crusher?

What do you need
the autopsy files for?

Don't worry,
I know I'm not supposed to be here.

I'll go.

Computer,

access autopsy files.

I assume you'll need the files
on Dr. Reyga and Jo'Bril?

Alyssa...

I can see
how important this is to you.

I don't want you
to get involved in this.

Is that an order, doctor?

Yes.

Too bad
you're not my boss anymore.

Thank you.

So, what do we do now?

First, I wanna review
Jo'Bril's physiology records.

Then I wanna take
another look at the body,

and I wanna see
if there's any tetryon traces.

Let's do it.

We need to run a tissue scan
at the molecular level.

Calibrate the scanner
to pick up tetryon particles.

Yes, doctor.

Recalibration complete.

Activate the scan.

Nothing.

Let's do it again.

Use the enhanced resolution mode
to boost the sensitivity.

There's something
in the sub-dermal tissue.

Narrow the scan field.

Tetryon traces.

Someone did sabotage the shield.

That's a possibility.

But this is
very circumstantial evidence.

There's only one way
to know for certain.

Captain,
I'm concerned about Beverly.

I've tried several times to talk to her,
but she's been avoiding me.

I'm not surprised.

This entire experience has been--

Captain, an unscheduled launch
is taking place in Shuttle Bay 2.

No idea.
No one's filed a flight plan.

On-screen.

That's the Justman,
the shuttle Reyga modified.

Open a hailing frequency.

Dr. Crusher,
what do you think you're doing?

Testing a theory, captain.

A theory?

I think Dr. Reyga's shield does work.

Return to the ship immediately.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Worf,
override the shuttle's computer.

Return it to the Shuttle Bay.

Aye, sir.

Sir, she has isolated
her navigational control.

It will not be possible
to establish remote operation.

Get a tractor beam on her.

I cannot establish a lock.
She is too close to the star.

Solar interference is too high.

Mr. Data, what is her heading?

Bearing 271, mark 4, sir.
She is headed into the sun's corona.

Computer, begin monitoring
external temperature.

External temperature
0.8 million kelvins and rising.

Bevefly,
what do you hope to accomplish?

I think Dr. Reyga was right
about his shield.

The only reason it failed
is because it was sabotaged,

and I'm going to prove it.

But you can't be certain of that.

You're betting your life
on a hypothesis.

I'm not wrong.

1.9 million kelvins.

Sir, the shuttle
is entering the corona.

Beverly, what's happening?

I'm all right.

Computer, shield status.

Metaphasic shield holding.

All systems
within normal operating parameters.

Congratulations, Dr. Reyga.
You did it.

Captain,
I want you to post security guards

around the three visiting scientists.

One of them has to be responsible
for sabotaging the first test.

I think it would--

Sir, we have lost contact.

Crusher to Enterprise.

I've lost you. Come in.

Justman to Enterprise. Come 'm.

Enterprise, do you hear me?
Come in.

They cannot hear you.
I have severed communications.

How can you be alive?

I think after your autopsy on me,
you'd know the answer to that.

Slow rate of cellular decay.

Takarans can control
their physiology at a cellular level.

We can create
the appearance of death.

In the morgue,
you were conscious the whole time.

You heard everything we said.

You knew
everything we were going to do.

Move away. Move away.

What are you doing?

I'm sending out
a transient subspace signal.

It will obscure the shuttle
from the Enterprise sensors

and they will interpret it
as a warp engine breach.

They will believe
that you have been destroyed.

- I'd like to thank you, doctor.
- For what?

All I wanted to do
was discredit Reyga,

so that no one would pursue
his technology, except me.

But you have given me
more than I could have hoped.

Now I can take the prototype itself
back to Takara,

where I will develop it into a weapon.

All I have to do is wait here

until the Enterprise is convinced
you are dead, and leaves.

Captain,
there is no indication of debris,

however, the subspace signal
indicates a warp engine breach.

All right.

Begin a Phase 1 search,

starting with the shuttlecraft's
last known coordinates.

Plot a proximity course
toward the star--

Sir, we are picking up an object
emerging from the corona.

Crusher to Enterprise.

I'm all right. Returning to the ship.

And I finally have the answers
I've been looking for.

Chief medical
officer's log, stardate 46831.2.

I have been reinstated

and I will be resuming
my duties shortly.

In the meantime,
I have a personal matter to attend to.

Hi, Guinan.

Hello. Ooh.

Somebody's birthday?

Not unless it's yours. It's for you.

For me? What's the occasion?

It's a thank you
for giving me a good kick in the butt.

Oh, now, I didn't, uh...

Now, I did some research.

This is the latest design,
state of the art.

It is specifically designed
to cushion all vibrations,

so you will never
have tennis elbow again.

Thank you, doctor,
this looks like a great racket.

But, uh,

I don't play tennis. Never have.