There he is! Let's get him.
Verifying materialization sequence.
Bring up resolution on radar unit 12.
Area 7 to Command. - Go ahead.
We could use another survey team out here, sir.
Base to Ensign McCauley and Ensign Gilles.
Please report to Area 7 and assist the edaphology team.
Transferring anthropometric data files to secondary processor.
Ethnographic studies indicate 97%... - The ecological analysis...
Still working on correlating that unidentified...
The comparative linguistic analysis is complete, sir.
Admiral Dougherty is waiting for this. Transmit it to the ship.
Alert! Area 12!
The android, he's out of control. - Report.
He's headed toward the village. We're trying to stop him.
Hold your fire.
What is it? What's happening?
Base to Commander Data.
Rerouting micro-hydraulic power distribution.
Regulating thermal overload. - Data, report to Base immediately!
Transferring positronic matrix functions. Engaging secondary protocol.
He's trying to remove the headpiece.
All field units, intercept the android.
Artim, Artim, it's all right.
Get inside. Now.
Find shelter. Everyone, get inside. Now. Back to your homes! Move it!
Secondary protocol is active.
They can see him. - Stop him! Now!
Commander Data, stand down. That's an order! I repeat, stand down!
Who are they?
It's an M-Class planet. Population, 300 million.
Say the greeting again. - Yew-cheen chef-faw.
Emphasis on the "cheen" and the "faw."
You either need a new uniform or a new neck.
My collar size is exactly as it was at the Academy.
Of course it is.
Our guests have arrived.
They are eating the floral arrangements on the banquet tables.
I guess they don't believe in cocktails before dinner.
Oh, my God! Are they vegetarian? That's not in there.
Perhaps we should have the chef whip up a light balsamic vinaigrette, something that goes well with chrysanthemums.
Bridge to Captain Picard. - Go ahead, Ensign.
Command wants to know our ETA at the Goren system.
The Goren system?
They need us to mediate some territorial dispute.
We can't delay the archeological expedition to Hanoran II.
That'll put us right in the middle of the monsoon season.
Captain. - Thank you.
The diplomatic corps is busy with Dominion negotiations.
Yes. So they need us to put out one more brush fire.
Can anyone remember when we used to be explorers?
Deck 10. - Yew-cheen chef-faw.
Remember, they have a significantly less advanced technology than ours.
They only achieved warp drive last year.
And the Federation Council decided to make them a protectorate so quickly.
In view of our losses to the Borg and the Dominion, the Council feels we need all the allies we can get these days.
Captain on deck.
You'll be expected to dance with the Regent Cuzar.
Can she mambo? - Very funny.
The Captain used to cut quite a rug.
La Forge to Picard.
Captain, I need to talk to you before the reception.
Captain. Doctor. - Mr. Worf!
Worf. - What the hell are you doing here?
I was at the Manzar colony... - He's a little late, Geordi.
Can it wait? - I don't think so.
Excuse me. Tell him that I'm already here, and I'll talk to him when he arrives. Mr. Worf, I have...
Geordi, the Captain would like you to come up here.
Tell him we've received a communiqu from Admiral Dougherty. It's about Data.
Yew-cheen chef-faw, Regent Cuzar. Welcome aboard the Enterprise.
Captain Picard, may I welcome you in the time-honored tradition of my people?
We are so honored to be accepted within the great Federation family.
We have a dance later, I believe. - I look forward to it.
Counselor. - Nice bead work.
Captain. Excuse me. Captain.
Captain, Admiral Dougherty is aboard a Son'a ship in Sector 441.
He's requesting Data's schematics. - Is something wrong?
The message doesn't say.
Data should have been back by now.
They were only scheduled to observe the Ba'ku village for one week.
Geordi, would you set up a secure comm link with the Admiral in the anteroom? - Aye, sir.
Captain, Hars Adislo.
We met at the Nel Bato Conference last year.
Did you ever have a chance to read my paper on thermionic transconductance?
Would you excuse me?
He's not acknowledging any Starfleet protocols, not responding to any of our hails.
Have you any idea what precipitated this behavior?
None. Now he's holding our people hostage down there.
Well, the Enterprise could be at your position in two days, Admiral.
That's probably not a good idea.
Your ship hasn't been fitted for this region.
There are environmental concerns.
What kind of concerns?
We haven't fully identified the anomalies yet.
They're calling this whole area the Briar Patch.
Took us a day to reach a location where we could even get a signal to you.
Just get me Data's schematics. I'll keep you informed. Dougherty out.
His emotion chip? - He didn't take it with him.
Send the Admiral Data's schematics. - Aye, sir.
Yes, sir? - Ensign, would you report to the galley and tell the chef to skip the fish course?
I would like our guests to depart as soon as etiquette allows.
I'm going to ask Worf to delay his return to DS9 so that he can join us.
We're gonna stop by Sector 441 on our way to the Goren system.
They are in opposite directions, sir. - Are they?
I never should have let you talk me into that duck blind in the first place.
Your Federation procedures have made this mission ten times as difficult as it needed to be.
Our procedures were in place to protect the planet's population from unnecessary risk.
Planet's population, 600 people.
If you want to avoid unnecessary risks, next time, leave your android at home.
Bridge to Ahdar Ru'afo. We are approaching the planet.
Take us into a high orbit.
Lie down, Admiral. The girls'll take 20 years off your face.
Another time, perhaps. - Your self-restraint puzzles me, Admiral.
You continue to deny yourself every benefit this mission has to offer.
I prefer to wait until we can share the benefits with all the people of the Federation.
Report. - Phaser blast. Unknown origin.
Take us out of orbit. - Photon torpedoes. Brace for impact.
The vessel has broken off pursuit, sir. - Visual contact.
That's our ship.
Captain, we're about to lose all communications with Starfleet.
Do you have everything you need from Command?
I've downloaded all the files on the duck blind mission and the Son'a. - You have two days to become experts.
Mr. Worf, our job is to come up with a plan to safely capture Data.
I've already had Commander La Forge modify this tricorder with one of Data's actuation servos.
Its operational range is only 4 meters, but it will shut him down.
Good to have you back, Mr. Worf.
Slow to one-third. Take us in.
Half a century ago, they conquered two primitive races, the Tarlac and the Ellora, and then integrated them into their culture as a labor class.
Look at this.
The Son'a are known to have produced mass quantities of the narcotic ketracel-white.
Their ships are rumored to be equipped with isolytic subspace weapons outlawed by the Second Khitomer Accord.
Why would we be involved with these people?
You haven't done that in a long time. - What?
What you're doing to my neck. - Was I doing something to your neck?
Bridge to Commander Worf.
Worf! - Captain.
I don't know how they do it on Deep Space Nine, but on the Enterprise, we still report for duty on time.
Sorry, sir. I'm on my way. - We'll skip the court-martial this time.
When was the last time we aligned the torque sensors?
Two months ago, sir. - They don't sound right.
The torque sensors are out of alignment by 12 microns.
You could hear that?
When I was an ensign, I could detect a three-micron misalignment.
Excuse me, sir. The Son'a ship with Admiral Dougherty aboard has entered tracking range.
Straighten your baldric, Commander. On screen.
Captain, I wasn't expecting you.
This is too important for the Enterprise to be on the sidelines, Admiral.
I wish I had better news.
Commander Data attacked us in a mission scout ship yesterday.
Ru'afo and I have decided to send in an assault team.
Commander Worf and I are working on several tactical plans to see...
Your android has turned dangerously violent, Captain.
Considerable damage was done to my ship. He must be destroyed.
I know what Data means to Starfleet, Jean-Luc, but our crew is at the mercy of those people on the planet.
If our first attempt to capture Data fails, I will terminate him.
I should be the one to do it. I'm his captain and his friend.
All right, you have 12 hours, Captain. Then I want you out of the Briar Patch.
In the meantime, we'll head out to the perimeter to call for Son'a reinforcements in case you fail.
Understood. - Good luck, Captain. Dougherty out.
Sensors are not picking up any ships coming from the surface.
Transmit a wideband covariant signal. That ought to get his attention.
He must be using the planet's rings to mask his approach.
The metaphasic radiation from the rings is in a state of extreme flux.
We'll steer clear of those.
Come out, come out, wherever you are Sir?
That's something that my mother...
Open all hailing frequencies.
Data, this is Captain Picard.
Data, please respond.
If we fire tachyon bursts, it might force him to reset his shield harmonics.
When he does, we can beam him out. - Make it so.
Direct hit. He's resetting his shield harmonics.
Beam him out.
He has activated a transport inhibitor. - Prepare to enter the atmosphere.
We'll use the ionospheric boundary to shake him.
Scanners are off-line.
Evasive maneuvers, heading 1-4-0 mark 3-1.
He can fly a ship. He can anticipate tactical strategies.
Clearly his brain is functioning.
We've seen how he responds to threats. I wonder how he would respond...
Mr. Worf, do you know Gilbert and Sullivan?
No, sir, I have not had a chance to meet all the new crew members since I have been back.
They're composers, Worf, from the 19th century.
Data was rehearsing a production of H.M.S. Pinafore just before he left.
A British tar is a soaring soul As free as a mountain bird His energetic fist should be ready to resist A dictatorial word Sing, Worf, sing.
His nose should pant And his lip should curl His cheeks should flame And his brow should furl His bosom should heave And his heart should glow And his fist be ever ready for a knockdown blow His nose should pant And his lip should curl His cheeks should flame and his brow should furl His bosom should heave and his heart should glow And his fist be ever ready for a knockdown blow Prepare the docking clamps.
His eyes should flash with an inborn fire His brow with scorn be wrung He never should bow down to a domineering frown Or the tang of a tyrant tongue - Or the tang of a tyrant tongue His heart should stamp And his throat should growl His hair should curl And his face should scowl His eyes should flash And his breast protrude And this should be his customary attitude His foot should stamp And his throat should growl His hair should curl and his face...
Inertial coupling is exceeding tolerance.
If we do not release him, he may destroy both vessels.
I'm not letting go of him.
We must stabilize the damping field. - Reroute emergency power to inertial dampers.
The auto-sequencer was damaged by phaser fire.
Transferring controls to manual.
Power sequence realigned. Engaging stabilizers.
Damping field established. - Maximum power.
Now, Mr. Worf.
Captain, Commander Data is safely in custody.
Captain, Subahdar Gallatin, Son'a Command.
Lieutenant Curtis, attach?to Admiral Dougherty.
Are you all right? - We've been treated extremely well.
They have incredible mental discipline, clarity of perception.
My name is Sojef. - Jean-Luc Picard.
These are my officers, Dr. Crusher, Counselor Troi.
Would you like something to eat? - No, we're here to rescue them.
As you wish, but I would ask you to disarm yourselves.
This village is a sanctuary of life.
Prepare the hostages for transport to the ship.
They should be quarantined before joining the ship's population.
We were under the impression they were being held against their will.
It's not our custom to have guests here at all, let alone hold anyone against their will.
The artificial life-form would not allow them to leave.
In fact, he told us they were our enemies and that more would follow.
Are you our enemy? - Anij.
My people have a strict policy of non-interference in other cultures.
It's our Prime Directive.
Your directive apparently doesn't include spying on other cultures.
The artificial life-form is a member of my crew.
Apparently, he was taken ill.
There was a phase variance in his positronic matrix which we were unable to repair.
I think the Captain finds it hard to believe that we'd have any skills repairing a positronic device.
Our technological abilities are not apparent because we have chosen not to employ them in our daily lives.
We believe that when you create a machine to do the work of a man, you take something away from the man.
But at one time, we explored the galaxy, just as you do.
You have warp capability? - Capability, yes.
But where can warp drive take us except away from here?
I apologize for our intrusion.
And because they have warp capability, the consequences to their society will be minimal.
You've done a terrific job, Jean-Luc.
Now pack your bags and get the hell out of there.
In stasis. La Forge is completing the diagnostic.
I'll need all your paperwork tomorrow. We're heading back your way.
Set a course to rendezvous with us, so you can transfer the crew and equipment on your way out.
You're not finished here?
Just a few loose ends to tie up. Dougherty out.
Hi. - You got a minute?
I need a little counseling.
Well, there's a first time for everything.
So, do I lie down or what?
Well, whatever makes you comfortable, but this isn't one of the usual therapeutic postures.
But it is comfortable. - Why don't you try sitting up?
Why don't you try lying down?
Well, you're in quite a mood today.
Do you really need counseling or did you come down here to play?
I think I'm having a midlife crisis. - I believe you.
I'm not sleeping well.
Dr. Crusher has something that can take care of that.
What I need, I can't get from Dr. Crusher.
Counselor, do you think it's possible for two people to go back in time, fix a mistake they've made?
On this ship, anything's possible.
Yuck! - Yuck?
I never kissed you with a beard before. - I kiss you and you say "yuck"?
I had to reconstruct Data's neural net and replace these.
They contain memory engrams.
How were they damaged? - By a Son'a weapon.
There's no doubt about it, Captain. That's what caused Data to malfunction.
But the Son'a report claims that they didn't fire until after he malfunctioned.
Well, I don't believe it happened that way.
Why would they fire on him without provocation?
All I know is that he was functioning normally until he was shot.
Then his fail-safe system was activated.
His ethical and moral subroutines took over all of his basic functions.
But you're saying that he still knew the difference between right and wrong.
In a sense, that's all he knew.
The system is designed to protect Data against anyone who might try to take advantage of his memory loss.
And yet he attacked us, and he told the Ba'ku that we were a threat.
Are the implants bothering you? - I'm all right. I think I'm just tired.
Geordi? Captain? - You're on the Enterprise, Data.
I seem to be missing several memory engrams.
There they are.
Data, what's the last thing that you remember?
His nose should pant and his lips should curl From the mission.
I was in an isolation suit gathering physiometric data on the Ba'ku.
My last memory is going into the hills following some children.
Artim, do you remember where you were on the day of lightning when the artificial life-form appeared to us?
In the hills by the dam. - Can you show us?
There is no reason to fear me.
I am now operating within normal parameters.
What? - They fixed me.
Captain, the boy is afraid of me. - It's nothing personal, Data.
You have to remember, these people have rejected technology.
I am the personification of everything they have rejected.
Until this week, that young man probably never saw a machine, let alone one that walks and talks.
Bridge to Riker.
Can I get back to you, Mr. Worf?
Admiral Dougherty is on the comm link, sir.
Patch him through. Yes, Admiral?
Why haven't you left orbit?
Captain Picard is still on the surface, sir.
He didn't want to leave until we could adequately explain why Data malfunctioned.
His future in Starfleet could depend on it.
Remind the Captain his 12 hours are up.
Yes, sir. - Dougherty out.
Your body is producing far too many toxins.
We've reached the limit of genetic manipulation.
I won't need anymore genetic manipulation if our Federation friends will allow us to complete this mission.
Tricorder functions are limited due to heavy deposits of kelbonite in these hills.
How about a passive radiation scan?
There appear to be strong neutrino emissions coming from the lake.
Can he breathe underwater? - Data doesn't breathe.
Won't he rust? - No.
I believe I know what is causing the neutrino emissions.
The vessel is clearly Federation in origin, Captain.
"Just a few loose ends to tie up."
We're not interested in such things. - I am.
I think it would be wiser if you didn't... - I'm going with you.
It is a holographic projection.
Incomplete, I might add.
What you're seeing is a computer-driven image created by photons and force fields.
I know what a hologram is, Captain.
The question is, why would anyone want to create one of our village?
Data, if you were following the children and discovered this ship...
It is conceivable, I was shot to protect the secret of its existence.
Why would they duplicate this village except to deceive the Ba'ku?
Deceive us? - To move you off this planet.
You go to sleep one night in the village, wake up the next morning on this flying holodeck, transported en masse. Within a few days, they're relocated on a similar planet without ever realizing it.
Why would the Federation or the Son'a wish to move the Ba'ku?
I don't know.
Computer, end program. Decloak the vessel.
Help! I can't swim!
I've been shot at, thrown into the lake out of a ship that's come to abduct us.
What's there to panic about?
In the event of a water landing, I have been designed to serve as a floatation device.
Mr. Worf, did the hostages mention anything about a cloaked ship during their debriefing?
No, sir. - Debrief them again.
Have you been in a fight, Mr. Worf? - No, sir. It is a gorch.
A pimple, sir.
Well, it's hardly noticeable.
Smooth as an android's bottom, eh, Data?
I beg your pardon, sir?
Admiral Dougherty wants to know why we haven't left yet.
We're not going anywhere.
You Klingons never do anything small, do you?
Dr. Crusher asked to speak to you when you returned.
Picard to Crusher. - Captain.
The Son'a hostages declined to be examined.
I had them confined to quarters.
And our people? - They're fine.
In fact, they're better than fine.
Increased metabolism, improved muscle tone, high energy.
We should all be so lucky.
Very well, Doctor. Picard out.
Worf, don't release the Son'a officers till I've talked to Ahdar Ru'afo.
Commander, may I...
No. Not that, something Latin. - Specify.
That's more like it.
How old are you?
We came here from a solar system on the verge of self-annihilation, where technology had created weapons that threatened to destroy all life.
A small group of us set off to find a new home, a home that would be isolated from the threats of other worlds.
That was 309 years ago.
And you haven't aged a day since then.
Actually, I was a good deal older when we arrived, in terms of my physical condition.
There's an unusual metaphasic radiation coming from the planet's rings.
It continuously regenerates our genetic structure.
You must've noticed the effects by now. - We've just begun to.
I suppose you're 75. - No, I'm 12.
The metaphasic radiation won't begin to affect him until he reaches maturity.
To most off-landers, what you have here is more valuable than gold-pressed latinum.
I'm afraid that's the reason that someone may be trying to take your world away from you.
The artificial life-form was right.
If it were not for Data, it's probable that you would be relocated by now.
How can we possibly defend ourselves?
The moment we pick up a weapon, we become one of them.
We lose everything we are. - It may not come to that.
Clearly, the architects of this conspiracy want to keep it a secret, not only from you, but from my people, as well.
I don't intend to let them.
We've always known that to survive, we had to remain apart.
It hasn't been easy.
Many of the young people want to know more about the offland.
They're attracted to stories of a faster pace of life.
Most of my people who live that fast a life would sell their souls to slow it down.
But not you?
There are days.
You don't live up to your reputation as an offlander, Picard.
Well, in defense of offlanders, there are many more people like me.
Who wouldn't be tempted by the promise of perpetual youth?
I don't think so.
You give me more credit than I deserve.
Well, of course I'm tempted. Who wouldn't be?
But some of the darkest chapters in the history of my world involve the forced relocation of a small group of people to satisfy the demands of a large one.
I'd hoped that we had learned from our mistakes but it seems that some of us haven't.
This is extraordinary craftsmanship.
It's the work of students.
They're almost ready to become apprentices.
In 30 or 40 years, some of them will take their place among the artisans.
Apprenticing for 30 years.
Did your people's mental discipline develop here?
More questions. Always the explorer.
If you stay long enough, that'll change. - Will it?
You stop reviewing what happened yesterday, stop planning for tomorrow.
Let me ask you a question.
Have you ever experienced a perfect moment in time?
A perfect moment?
When time seemed to stop and you could almost live in that moment?
Seeing my home planet from space for the first time.
Nothing more complicated than perception.
You explore the universe.
We've discovered that a single moment in time can be a universe in itself, full of powerful forces.
Most people aren't aware enough of the now to even notice.
I wish I could spare a few centuries to learn.
It took us centuries to learn that it doesn't have to take centuries to learn.
There's one thing I don't understand.
In 300 years, you never learned to swim?
I just haven't got around to it yet.
I wonder if you're aware of the trust you engender, Jean-Luc Picard.
In my experience, it's unusual for... - For an offlander?
For someone so young.
Geordi? - Captain.
As it turns out, there wasn't anything wrong with my implants at all.
There was something right with my eyes.
When Dr. Crusher removed the ocular connection, she found that the cells around my optic nerve had...
Started to regenerate.
It may not last, and if it doesn't, I just...
I just wanted, before we go...
You know, I've never seen a sunrise, at least, not the way you see them.
Am I to understand that you're not releasing my men, Captain?
We found the holoship.
Ru'afo, why don't you let the Captain and me...
This entire mission has been one Federation blunder after another.
You will return my men or this alliance will end with the destruction of your ship.
You're looking well, Jean-Luc. Rested.
I won't let you move them, Admiral. I will take this to the Federation Council.
I'm acting on orders from the Federation Council.
How can there be an order to abandon the Prime Directive?
The Prime Directive doesn't apply.
These people are not indigenous to this planet.
They were never meant to be immortal.
We'll simply be restoring them to their natural evolution.
Who the hell are we to determine the next course of evolution for this people?
Jean-Luc, there are 600 people down there.
We'll be able to use the regenerative properties of this radiation to help billions.
The Son'a have developed a procedure to collect the metaphasic particles from the planet's rings.
A planet in Federation space. - That's right.
We have the planet. They have the technology, a technology we can't duplicate. You know what that makes us?
Our partners are nothing more than petty thugs.
On Earth, petroleum once turned petty thugs into world leaders.
Warp drive transformed a bunch of Romulan thugs into an empire.
We can handle the Son'a. I'm not worried about that.
Someone probably said the same thing about the Romulans a century ago.
With metaphasics, lifespans will be doubled.
An entire new medical science will evolve.
I understand your chief engineer has the use of his eyes for the first time in his life.
Will you take that away from him?
There are metaphasic particles all over the Briar Patch.
Why does it have to be this one planet?
It's the concentration in the rings that makes the whole damn thing work.
Don't ask me to explain it.
I only know they inject something into the rings that starts a thermolytic reaction.
When it's over, the planet will be uninhabitable for generations.
Admiral, delay the procedure. Let my people look at the technology.
Our best scientific minds already have. We can't find any other way to do this.
Then the Son'a can establish a separate colony on the planet until we do.
It would take 10 years of normal exposure to begin to reverse their condition.
Some of them won't survive that long.
Besides, they don't want to live in the middle of the Briar Patch.
Who would? - The Ba'ku.
We are betraying the principles upon which the Federation was founded.
It's an attack upon its very soul.
And it will destroy the Ba'ku,
just as cultures have been destroyed in every other forced relocation throughout history.
Jean-Luc, we're only moving 600 people.
How many people does it take, Admiral, before it becomes wrong?
A thousand? Fifty thousand? A million?
How many people does it take, Admiral?
I'm ordering you to the Goren system.
I'm also ordering the release of the Son'a officers.
File whatever protests you wish to, Captain.
By the time you do, this will all be done.
So, the righteous Starfleet captain finally released you.
Did you encounter any problems on the surface?
But it wasn't easy being among them.
I'm sure. Just don't forget what they did to us.
We'll have them rounded up in a day or two.
We needn't bother with a Federation holoship anymore.
Just get the holding cells ready. - Yes, sir.
I'm going to miss these little flesh-stretching sessions of ours, my dear.
Re-routing the transport grid to avoid detection was wise, sir.
However, the transporter is rarely used after 0200 hours.
Taking the Captain's yacht out for a spin?
Seven metric tons of ultritium explosives, eight tetryon pulse launchers and 10 isomagnetic disintegrators.
Looks like you're planning on doing some hunting.
Return to your quarters.
That's an order. - No uniform, no orders.
Captain, how could I look at another sunrise knowing what my sight cost these people?
I feel obliged to point out that the environmental anomalies may have stimulated certain rebellious instincts common to youth, which could affect everyone's judgment.
Except mine, of course.
Okay, Data, what do you think we should do?
Saddle up. Lock and load.
They won't begin the procedure while the planet is still inhabited, so our job is to keep the planet inhabited.
Will, Geordi, go back and put a face on what's happening here.
Make the Council see the Ba'ku.
It's too easy to turn a blind eye to the suffering of a people you don't know.
I'll be back before you know it. - We'll hold out as long as we can.
The injector performs perfectly in every simulation.
Sir, as the Enterprise left orbit, one of their support craft went down to the surface.
Appeared to be the Captain's yacht. Five persons onboard.
We're not waiting until morning.
Take the shuttles and get everyone off the surface tonight.
If Picard or any of his people interfere, eliminate them.
We're leaving the village! Take only what you need!
Bring food! We may not be back for days!
It is a transport inhibitor.
It will help prevent spaceships from beaming anyone off the surface.
These veins of kelbonite running through the hills will interfere with their transporters, and when the terrain forces us away from the deposits, then we'll use transport inhibitors as a compensation.
The mountains have the heaviest concentration of kelbonite.
Once there, it'll make transport virtually impossible.
There are caves in those mountains.
Then we should be able to hold out for a long time once we're there, but they're not gonna make it easy for us to get there.
We've activated the transport inhibitors around the village.
Let's move these people out!
Transporters are not functioning.
They're blocking the beams with some kind of inhibitors.
We'll have to locate and destroy them.
No, no. Son, you're carrying too much. We have a long climb ahead of us.
We've lost three transport inhibitors. There's a gap in the field.
They're following the kelbonite deposits, using the interference to block our transporters.
Recommendations? - Take me down. Let me talk to Picard.
We should send down an assault team and take them by force.
That is not an acceptable option.
If people get hurt, all the support we have in the Federation...
Federation support, Federation procedures, Federation rules.
Look in the mirror, Admiral. The Federation is old.
In the past 24 months, they've been challenged by every major power in the quadrant.
The Borg, the Cardassians, the Dominion, they all smell the scent of death on the Federation.
That's why you've embraced our offer, because it will give your dear Federation new life.
Well, how badly do you want it, Admiral?
Because there are hard choices to be made now.
If the Enterprise gets through with news about their brave Captain's valiant struggle on behalf of the defenseless Ba'ku, your Federation politicians will waver.
Your Federation opinion polls will open a public debate.
Your Federation allies will want their say. Need I go on?
There's an alternative to an all-out assault.
Isolinear tags would allow our transporters to lock onto them.
We'd have to tag every one of them.
That would take time, and we don't have it.
The Enterprise is only 19 hours from communications range with the Federation.
I'll order Riker to turn around. - Picard's first officer.
You really believe he'll listen?
My ships are capable of intercepting the Enterprise before it reaches the perimeter.
I could send them to...
To escort it back.
But Commander Riker might not want to come.
Send your ships.
Do you like being a machine? - I aspire to be more than I am.
I know why. So people like us won't be afraid of you anymore.
Don't you ever get tired?
My power cells continually recharge themselves.
I can't imagine what it's like to be a machine.
Perhaps it would surprise you to know that I have often tried to imagine what it is like to be a child.
Really? - Really.
For one thing, your legs are shorter than everyone else's.
But they are in a constant state of growth.
Do you find it difficult to adapt? - Adapt?
A child's specifications are never the same from one moment to the next.
It is a wonder you do not trip over your own feet.
Sometimes I do.
My legs are exactly 87.2 centimeters in length.
They were 87.2 centimeters the day I was created.
They will be 87.2 centimeters the day I go off-line.
My operation depends on specifications that do not change.
I will never know the experience of growing up or tripping over my own feet.
But you've never had adults telling you what to do all the time or bedtimes or having to eat food you don't like.
I would gladly accept the requirement of a bedtime in exchange for knowing what it is like to be a child.
Do machines ever play? - Yes. I play the violin, and my chess routines are quite advanced.
No, I mean, haven't you ever just played for fun?
Androids do not have fun.
Look, if you wanna know what it's like to be a child, you need to learn to play.
Mr. Worf, you need a haircut.
Accelerated hair growth is often experienced by Klingons during jak'tahla.
Jak'tahla? - Roughly translated, puberty, although for a Klingon, that scarcely does it justice.
Any severe mood swings, unusual aggressive tendencies, you let me know at once. - Yes, sir.
The Ba'ku need some rest, sir. According to the geo-scan, this is the safest area within the next few kilometers.
Very well. We'll take an hour.
Have them break out some rations. - Aye, sir.
Right beyond that ridge is where the caves begin.
We can hide there for days.
By now, the Son'a will have scanned this area.
They'll know that as well as we do.
It's been 300 years since I've seen a bald man.
How is it that you never married?
And don't tell me it's just because you haven't got around to it yet.
What's the rush? - I should warn you, I've always been attracted to older women.
How are you doing this? - No more questions.
Commander, I'm showing two Son'a ships on an intercept course.
How long till they reach us? - Eighteen minutes.
We won't be able to get a transmission out of here for at least another hour.
They're hailing us.
Tell them our transceiver assembly is down, that we can send messages but not receive them.
I don't think they believe us. - Why not?
Isn't that the universal greeting when communications are down?
I think it's the universal greeting when you don't like someone.
Manifolds can't handle full impulse in the Patch, Commander.
If we don't outrun them, the manifolds'll be the only thing left on the ship.
I'll be in Engineering. - Red alert! All hands, battle stations!
And have you noticed how your boobs have started to firm up?
Not that we care about such things in this day and age.
Thank you, Data.
I've an odd craving for the blood of a live Kolar beast.
This environment must be affecting me again.
And have you noticed how your boobs have started to firm up?
Not that we care about...
Isolinear tags. The transporters can lock onto them.
We have to find shelter.
There's a cavern at the base of the next hill.
Shields at 60%. - Engineering to Bridge.
We're burning deuterium down here.
We're gonna blow ourselves up. We won't need any help from the Son'a!
What's inside that nebula cluster?
Cometary debris, pockets of unstable metreon gas.
We don't want to go in there, sir.
Yes, we do. I'll take it from here, Ensign.
Time to use the Briar Patch the way Brer Rabbit did.
Inside the caves, quickly! Everyone! This way!
Definitely feeling aggressive tendencies, sir.
They've detonated an isolytic burst. A subspace tear is forming.
I thought subspace weapons were banned by the Khitomer Accord.
Remind me to lodge a protest.
Our warp core is acting like a magnet to the tear.
We're pulling it like a zipper across space.
We could eject the core. - Will that stop the tear?
You got me, Commander.
That's your expert opinion?
Detonating the warp core might neutralize the cascade.
Then again, it might not.
Subspace weapons are unpredictable. That's why they were banned.
The tear is closing on us.
Impact in 15 seconds. - Eject the core.
I just did.
Impact in 10 seconds.
Get me a medic over here!
It worked, Commander. The tear has been sealed.
Yeah, but there's nothing to stop them from doing it again, and we're fresh out of warp cores.
We're still 36 minutes from transmission range, sir.
We're through running from these bastards.
Another 43 reported taken, sir.
Captain, they're trying to drive us out so their drones can tag us.
With all the hydrothermal vents in the substrata, the structural integrity of this cavern is not going to hold for long.
Is there another way out of here? - I don't know.
Captain, tracking the water's course may reveal another exit.
Mr. Worf, come with us.
I'm reading a nitrogen-oxygen flow behind that calcite formation, Captain.
Will this structure hold if we were to blast through?
I believe it is safe, sir.
Get everybody into those caves, and set up force fields once they're inside.
Geordi, are those pockets of metreon gas?
Yes, Commander. Highly volatile. I'd recommend we keep our distance.
Negative. I want to use the ramscoop to collect as much of it as we can.
The purpose being?
The purpose being, I intend to shove it down the Son'a's throat.
Commander, if one of their weapons hits that gas...
It's our only way out of here, Mr. Daniels.
I wouldn't be surprised if history remembers this as the Riker Maneuver.
If it works.
Computer, access manual steering column.
Transfer helm controls to manual.
Bridge, storage cells are at maximum capacity.
They're powering their forward weapons array, sir.
Blow out the ramscoop. Stand by. Full thrusters.
Data, Troi, keep these people moving.
Bring them out.
I suspect it won't be long before the drones get here.
Keep moving! Keep moving!
They found caves on higher ground. We'll be safe there.
Captain, take a look at this med-scan, his DNA profile.
How can that be possible? - Maybe we should ask them.
Artim, what are you doing? Come.
Is this the last group? - Yes, sir.
Get them ready to move out. We need to hurry.
Anij went to find Artim.
Go with Tournel! - No, I wanna stay with you!
It is safer there. Go!
Worf to Picard!
Two life-signs, one of them extremely faint.
There are almost 4 metric tons of rock blocking our way.
No. That might cause another cave-in.
Worf to Picard. - Yes? Yes, I can hear you.
We are trying to get to you, sir.
Help is on the way.
Worf, hurry. Anij is hurt. - How bad is she, Captain?
I'm losing her. - We're coming as fast as we can.
Anij, stay with me.
Help me find the power to keep you in this moment.
Stay with me.
Don't let go of this moment.
Is it safe to move her? - Safer than leaving her here.
And you thought it would take centuries to learn.
Order them to surrender and I promise you won't be court-martialed.
If a court-martial is the only way to let the people of the Federation know what is happening here, I welcome it.
The Enterprise has destroyed one of my ships!
The other is on fire, requesting assistance.
The Enterprise would only fire to defend itself.
Ru'afo must have ordered the attack.
I can't believe he would have given that order without your consent, Admiral.
I wonder which of us will be facing that court-martial.
There's nothing further to be gained from this.
You're right. This is going to end now.
The Ba'ku want to stay on the planet. Let them.
I'm going to launch the injector. - You're not going to launch anything...
In six hours, every living thing in this system will be dead or dying.
You would kill your own people, Ru'afo?
Your own parents, brothers, sisters?
Didn't you know, Admiral?
The Son'a and the Ba'ku are the same race.
Picard just told us.
Our DNA is identical.
Which one were you? Gal'na? Ro'tin?
Those names, those children are gone forever.
What's he talking about?
A century ago, a group of our young people wanted to follow the ways of the offlanders.
They tried to take over the colony, and when they failed...
When we failed, you exiled us to die slowly.
You're Ro'tin, aren't you?
There's something in the voice.
Would you be his friend, Gal'na?
I helped your mother bathe you when you were a child.
She still speaks of you.
You've brought the Federation into the middle of a blood feud, Admiral.
The children have returned to expel their elders, just as they were once expelled, except that Ru'afo's need for revenge has now escalated into parricide.
It was for the Federation.
It was all for the Federation.
We're taking this ship out of here. This mission is over.
It is not over. - It is over!
I do not take orders from you!
If you launch the injector while the planet's still populated, the Federation will pursue you until...
The Federation will never know what happened here.
Admiral Dougherty will not be joining us for dinner.
Deploy the collector.
Do you have a problem with that order? - May I talk to you alone?
Deploy the collector. - Yes, sir.
Moving them is one thing. Killing them all...
No one hated them more than you, Gal'na.
We've come a long way together.
This is the moment we've planned for so many years.
Separate the Starfleet personnel and secure them in the aft cargo hold.
See that Picard joins them.
The shields in that section won't protect them against the thermolytic reaction.
Thank you for reminding me.
Come with me.
It must have been strange for you when you were a hostage, surrounded by all the friends and family you knew all those years ago, each one looking exactly as they did then.
Like looking through the eyes of childhood again.
And here you are, closing those eyes, trying not to see what bitterness has done to the Son'a, how it's turned Ru'afo into a madman.
And you, turned you into a coward, a man who denies his own conscience.
A coward without the moral courage to prevent an atrocity.
You offend me!
Is this how a Federation officer pleads for his life?
I'm not pleading for my life.
I'm pleading for yours.
You can still go home, Gal'na.
Computer, close turbolift doors.
What you're asking me to do is impossible.
Do you know how to disable the injector?
I would need to be on the Bridge.
The crew is loyal to Ru'afo. An assault would fail.
Perhaps we can lure him away.
It doesn't matter where he is.
As soon as he realizes something's happening, he'll override my commands with one word to his comm link.
If he doesn't realize something's happening...
Can you get me to a transmitter?
I need to speak with Data and Worf down on the planet.
We'll need their help.
Initiate separation protocols.
Activating injector assembly.
Separation in three minutes.
A small craft is coming up from the surface.
It's powering up its weapons.
On screen. - One person aboard. It's the android.
He's no threat.
Data to Picard. - Go ahead, Data.
Captain, they're ignoring my attack.
Keep firing tachyon bursts into the shield grid.
Is Worf in position? - Yes, sir.
He is ready for simultaneous transport.
We're approaching the Bridge. Picard out.
Separation in one minute.
Sir, the Federation ship is creating a disruption in our shield.
If they go out of phase, it'll increase our exposure to the thermolytic reaction.
Very well. Destroy that ship. Reset our shield harmonics.
Do not delay the countdown.
Data to Picard. They are rotating their shield harmonics.
I am attempting to return to the surface, sir.
The Federation ship has been disabled.
Separation in 20 seconds.
What is that? - I don't know.
The systems don't seem affected. - Separation in 10 seconds.
Injector assembly has separated.
Exactly as the simulations predicted.
I'm not showing any change in metaphasic flux levels.
Your scanners must be malfunctioning.
All ship functions are off-line.
How can there be no ship functions if the viewscreen is working?
Artificial gravity is stable. Life support is...
We were transported to the holoship when we reset our shields.
Everything we saw was an illusion.
Ru'afo, authorization Delta 2-1.
Override all interlinked commands to injector assembly one.
Unable to comply.
Injector assembly one has been deactivated.
All injector subsystems aboard the collector are confirmed off-line.
Decloak the holoship and engage a tractor beam.
The crew knows something's happened.
I've secured the Bridge.
This ship is equipped with 14 long-range transporters.
Are they all useless?
They must have been locked and secured after we were beamed here.
Isolate one and re-route its command sequence through the auxiliary processor.
Sir, there's nothing we can do. They already have control of our ship.
I don't plan on going back to our ship.
Mr. Worf, destroy that thing. - Aye, sir.
Weapons systems have been taken off-line.
The crew is re-routing Bridge controls.
Captain, there is a problem aboard the collector.
The launch sequence has resumed.
Collector shields have been raised. Someone's onboard.
Can you override the launch sequence from here?
Not without his access codes.
Is there a self-destruct?
Yes, but without the codes, it would have to be activated at the upper control matrix on the collector.
Mr. Worf, try and find some way to beam through those shields.
You'd have to detonate it manually. There'd only be a two-second delay.
We may be able to transport between the shield generators if we are within 100 meters.
Take us into position.
Remain at your post, Commander. I'll need you to beam me back.
We're approaching the collector.
One minute before separation, you'll see the cryogenic tanks venting.
Weapons fire could ignite the exhaust.
Separation in 2 minutes and 15 seconds.
Intruder alert. Intruder alert.
I'm picking up Captain Picard's bio-signature onboard the collector.
Enterprise to Picard! - Number One.
We're approaching your position. Do you need assistance?
I may need a lift in a minute or so.
We're on our way.
Separation in one minute.
Report. - It's Ru'afo's ship!
Sensors are reading over 100 Ba'ku onboard and one Klingon.
Target their ventral engines and life support.
Set a collision course.
Ru'afo, we're getting too old for this.
After today, that won't be a problem for either of us.
Separation in 30 seconds.
You're really going to risk igniting the exhaust?
All right, I will!
Shields at 60%. - Hold your course.
He wouldn't. - Yes, he would.
Stand by, Captain. We're right around the corner.
Sorry, time's up.
What kept you, Number One?
The Federation Council has asked me to inform you that the Ba'ku relocation will be halted while they conduct a top-level review.
Sir, Ru'afo's ship is hailing us.
On screen. - On screen.
Captain, the Son'a crew would like to negotiate a cease-fire.
It may have something to do with the fact that we have three minutes of air left.
We have plenty over here, Mr. Worf. Prepare to beam aboard.
You think when we get away from this metaphasic radiation, it'll change the way we feel?
Your feelings about her have not changed since the day I met you, Commander.
This place just let them out for a little fresh air.
I wish there were a way to bring them back home.
I'm afraid there's too much bitterness on both sides.
Mother and son.
You arranged this?
I thought it might begin the healing process.
What am I going to do without you?
I wish I could stay, but these are perilous times for the Federation.
I can't abandon it to people who would threaten everything that I've spent a lifetime defending.
I have to go back, if only to slow things down at the Federation Council.
But I have 318 days of shore leave coming and
I intend to use them.
It's time to go.
I have to go home now.
Bye. - Bye.
Mr. Data, I hope we'll see you again.
Data! Don't forget. You have to have a little fun every day.
Picard to Enterprise. Seven to beam up.