Star Trek: Nemesis (2002) Script

Senators, consider the opportunities for the Empire.

At last, the destinies of the planets Romulus and Remus will be united.

Shinzon of Remus is offering us a chance to make ourselves stronger than ever before.

It would be madness to reject it.

I beg you not to let prejudice or politics interfere with this alliance.

By joining Shinzon's forces with ours, not even the Federation will be able to stand in our way...

That's enough!

The decision has been made.

The military does not dictate policy on Romulus.

The Senate has considered Shinzon's proposal and rejected it.

He and his followers will be met with all deliberate force and sent back to that black rock they came from.

-Do I make myself clear? -Yes, sir.

If you will excuse me, Praetor.

I have an appointment with the Tholian ambassador.

Of course.

Senators, are there any others who wish to speak?

Then I call for a vote on the motion to open trade negotiations with Celes II.

As you know, the Reman mines have not been filling their quotas for months now.

I hope that you will all bear in mind the trade committee's findings.

As much as we don't want...

Would someone alert security?

Bring back Senator Tal'Aura.


A starship captain's life is filled with solemn duty.

I have commanded men in battle.

I have negotiated peace treaties between implacable enemies.

I have represented the Federation in first contact with 27 alien species.

But none of this compares with my solemn duty today

as best man.

Now, I know on an occasion such as this, it is expected that I be gracious and fulsome in my praise on the wonders of this blessed union.

But have the two of you considered what you are doing to me?

Of course you're happy, but what about my needs?

This is all a damned inconvenience.

While you're happily settling in on the Titan, I will be training my new First Officer. You all know him.

He's a tyrannical martinet who will never ever allow me to go on away missions.

That is the regulation, sir. Starfleet Code, Section 12, Paragraph...

-Mr. Data. -Sir?

-Shut up. -Yes, sir.

Fifteen years I've been waiting to say that.

No, seriously.

Will, Deanna, there's still time to reconsider.


-No. -No.

No? Oh, very well, then.

Will Riker, you have been my trusted right arm for 15 years.

You have kept my course true and steady.

Deanna Troi, you've been my guide and my conscience.

You've helped me recognize the better parts of myself.

You are my family.

And in best maritime tradition, I wish you both clear horizons.

My good friends, make it so.

The bride and groom.

-To the bride and groom. -To the bride and groom.

You ever think about getting married again?

No. Twenty-three was my limit.


-Are you all right? -Romulan ale should be illegal.

It is.

-That was a lovely toast. -It was from the heart.

And you needn't worry.

I'm going to brief your new counselor on everything she needs to know.

Oh, like hell you are. You already know too much about me.

I take it that there will be no speeches during the ceremony on Betazed?

No. No speeches and no clothes.

Ladies and gentlemen and invited transgendered species, in my study of Terran and Betazoid conjugal rites I've discovered it is traditional to present the happy couple with a gift.

Given Commander Riker's affection for archaic musical forms, I have elected to present the following as my gift in honor of their conjugation.


Never saw the sun shining so bright Never saw things going so right Noticing the days hurrying by When you're in love, my how they fly Blue skies Smiling at me Irving Berlin.

Nothing but blue skies Do I see

It's tradition, Worf.

You, of all people, should appreciate that.

I will not do it.

Won't do what, Mr. Worf?

Captain, I do not think it is appropriate for a Starfleet officer to appear naked.

Oh, come now.

A big, handsome, strapping fellow like you? What can you be afraid of?

Captain, I'm picking up an unusual electromagnetic signature from the Kolarin system.

-What sort of signature? -Positronic.

It's very faint.

But I've isolated it to the third planet in the Kolarin system.

-What do we know about it? -Uncharted.

We'll have to get closer for a more detailed scan.


Since positronic signatures have only been known to emanate from androids such as myself, it is logical to theorize there is an android on Kolarus III.

Just what I was afraid of. Captain, diverting to the Kolarin system takes us awfully close to the Romulan Neutral Zone.

It's still well on our side. I think...

I think it's worth taking a look. Don't worry, Number One.

We'll still have you to Betazed with plenty of time to spare.

Thank you, sir.

Where we will all honor the Betazoid tradition.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the gym.

Mr. Branson, lay in a course for the Kolarin system, warp 5.

What do you think, Data? A long-lost relative?

I'm reading six distinct positronic signatures spread out over a few kilometers on the planet's surface.

What do we know about the population of Kolarus III?

Isolated pockets of humanoids.

It appears to be a pre-warp civilization at an early stage of industrial development.

Captain, I wouldn't recommend using the transporter.

That ion storm doesn't look very neighborly.

It could head in our direction without much warning.


-Data, Mr. Worf, you're with me. -Captain, I don't have to remind you...

I appreciate your concern, Number One.

-But I've been itching to try the Argo. -I'll bet.

Captain's prerogative. There's no foreseeable danger.

And your wife would never forgive me if anything were to happen to you.

You have the Bridge, Mr. Troi.

I will always be puzzled by the human predilection for piloting vehicles at unsafe velocities.

Over that rise, sir. Half a kilometer.

The radiant electromagnetic field is interfering with my tricorder.

We are within a few meters of the signal.

Fan out. Let's search around.

-It appears to be a robotic arm. -Very astute.

Mr. Worf, bring it to the vehicle.

This doesn't feel right.

The final signature is approximately 100 meters to the north, sir.

It's you.

The resemblance is striking.

-Fascinating. -Fascinating.

To the vehicle.

I think it's time to try some unsafe velocities.

Why do you have a shiny head?

This is not the appropriate time for a conversation.


Because the Captain has to concentrate on piloting the vehicle.

-Why? -Because...


Sorry, sir.

Have I said something wrong?


-That's negative 3, cos/bar standard. -Valve transfer initiated.

You know, all things considered, Data, I think you have nicer eyes.

Our eyes are identical, Doctor.

So what have we got, Geordi?

I'd say he has the same internal mechanics as Data but not as much positronic development.

The neural pathways aren't nearly as sophisticated.

I'd say he's a prototype.

Something Dr. Soong created prior to Data.

Do you have a name, sir?

I am B-4.


Dr. Soong's penchant for whimsical names seems to have no end.

Can you tell us how you came to be on the planet where we found you?

I do not know.

Do you remember anything of your life before you were on the planet?

No. Why does the tall man have a furry face?

Number One, keep me informed. And, Geordi, reassemble him.

Aye, sir.

B-4, do you know who I am?

You are me.


My name is Data.

I am your brother.

Tea, Earl Grey, hot.

Captain, you have an Alpha Priority communication

-from Starfleet Command. -Acknowledged.

Admiral Janeway, how good to see you again.

Jean-Luc. How would you like a trip to Romulus?

-With or without the rest of the fleet? -A diplomatic mission.

We've been invited, believe it or not.

Seems there's been some kind of internal political shake-up.

The new Praetor, someone called Shinzon, has requested a Federation envoy.

-New Praetor? -Here's more. He's Reman.

Believe me, we don't understand it, either.

You're the closest ship.

So I want you to go and hear what he has to say.

Get the lay of the land.

If the Empire becomes unstable, it could mean trouble for the entire quadrant.


We're sending you all the intelligence we have.

But it's not much.

I don't need to tell you to watch your back, Jean-Luc.


The Son'a, the Borg, the Romulans.

You seem to get all the easy assignments.

Just lucky, Admiral.

Let's hope that luck holds. Janeway out.

Helmsman, lay in a new course. Take us to Romulus. Warp 8.

-Aye-aye, sir. Course plotted and laid in. -Romulus?

I'm afraid The Opal Sea will have to wait, Number One.


As you can see, one side of Remus always faces the sun.

Due to the extreme temperatures on that half of their world, the Remans live on the dark side of the planet.

Almost nothing is known of the Reman homeworld, although intelligence scans have proven the existence of dilithium mining and heavy weapons construction.

The Remans themselves are considered an undesirable caste in the hierarchy of the Empire.

But they also have a reputation for being formidable warriors.

In the Dominion War, Reman troops were used as assault forces in the most violent encounters.

Cannon fodder.

Yeah, but how did a Reman get to be Praetor? I don't get it.

We have to assume he had Romulan collaborators.

Coup d'├ętat?

The Praetor's power has always been the Romulan fleet.

They must have been behind Shinzon for him to have overthrown the Senate.

What have we learned about Shinzon?

Starfleet intelligence was only able to provide a partial account of his military record.

We can infer he is relatively young and a capable commander.

He fought 12 major engagements in the war. All successful.

Beyond that, we know nothing.

Well, it seems as though we're truly sailing into the unknown.

Keep at it. Anything you can give me will be appreciated. Dismissed.

I still can't believe the Captain went along with a memory download.

Captain Picard agrees that the B-4 was probably designed with the same self-actualization parameters as myself.

If my memory engrams are successfully integrated into his positronic matrix, he should have all my abilities.

Yeah. But he would also have all of your memories as well.

-You feel comfortable with that? -I feel nothing, Geordi.

It is my belief that with my memory engrams he'll be able to function as a more complete individual.

-An individual more like you, you mean? -Yes.

Maybe he's not supposed to be like you, Data.

Maybe he's supposed to be exactly the way he is.

That might be so.

But I believe he should have the opportunity to explore his potential.

Okay. We're done.

B-4, do you know where you are?

I am in a room with lights.

Can you remember our father?

-Our father? -Yes. Dr. Soong.


Do you know the name of the Captain of this vessel?

Captain... No.

Data, he's assimilating a lot of programming.

Remember, he's a prototype, a lot less sophisticated than you are.

We just don't know if his matrix will be able to adapt.

We really need to give him some time.

Geordi, what purpose does this serve?

-What? -This.

That's a redundant memory port.

Maybe the provisional memory storage is in case his neural pathways overload.

Do you mind if I keep him here for a while?

Run a few diagnostics?

No, I do not mind.


No. You must remain with Commander La Forge.

He is going to try to help you.

Captain's Log. Stardate 56844.9.

The Enterprise has arrived at Romulus and is waiting at the designated coordinates.

All our hails have gone unanswered.

We've been waiting for 17 hours.

-Counselor? -They're out there, sir.

Captain, I recommend we raise shields.

Not yet, Mr. Worf.

Captain, with all due respect to diplomatic protocol, the Federation Council isn't sitting out here, we are.

Patience. Diplomacy is a very exacting occupation.

-We will wait. -Captain.

-Raising shields. -No.

-Captain. -Tactical analysis, Mr. Worf.

Fifty-two disruptor banks, 27 photon torpedo bays, primary and secondary shields.

She's a predator.

We are being hailed.


Enterprise, we are the Reman warbird, Scimitar.

-Praetor Shinzon, I'm pleased to... -I am not Shinzon.

I am his viceroy.

We are sending transport coordinates.

-Not very chatty. -Away team, Transporter Room 4.

I hope you'll forgive the darkness.

We are not comfortable in the light.

-Praetor Shinzon? -Captain Picard.

Jean-Luc Picard.

I'd always imagined you a little taller. Isn't that odd?

Now, you may scan me without subterfuge, Commander Data.

-You are not as we imagined you. -No?

You are human.

Why have you asked us to come here?


-I've never met a human woman before. -I'm only half human.

Deanna Troi of Betazed.

Empathic and telepathic abilities. Ship's counselor.

All this I knew. But I never knew you were so beautiful.

You seem quite familiar with our personnel.

Oh, I am, Commander Riker.

May I touch your hair?

We came to Romulus on a matter we were assured was of great importance.

If you have anything to say to us as representatives of the Federation, I suggest you do it now.

Yes. I'm sorry, Captain.

There is so much we need to talk about.

I would be interested to know what we are talking about.

Unity, Captain.

Tearing down the walls between us to recognize that we are one.

I'm talking of the thing that makes us the same.

Peace. We want peace.

Right now you're thinking this all sounds too good to be true, but you're also thinking that the chance for peace is too promising to ignore.

Am I right?


Then, perhaps it's time to add some illumination to our discussion.

Computer, raise the lighting four levels.

When I was very young, I was stricken with an odd disease.

I developed a hyper-sensitivity to sound.

Even the slightest whisper caused me agony.

No one could do anything about it.

Finally, I was taken to a doctor who had some experience of Terran illnesses.

And he diagnosed me with Shalaft's Syndrome.

Do you know of it, Captain?


Then you know it's a very rare syndrome.


Apparently, all the male members of a family have it.

Eventually, I was treated and now I can hear as well as you can, Captain.

I can see as well as you can.

I can feel everything you feel.

In fact, I feel exactly what you feel.

Don't I, Jean-Luc?

Come to dinner tomorrow on Romulus. Just the two of us.

Or should I say, just the one of us?

I think you'll be wanting this.

Until tomorrow then, Captain. We have much to discuss.

Computer, return lighting to previous level.

There's no doubt, Captain.

Right down to your aggressive strain of Shalaft's Syndrome.

He's a clone.

They probably used a hair follicle or a skin cell.

-Why? -I intend to find out, Number One.

Inform Starfleet of the situation.

I need to know where the hell he came from.


We supported you, Shinzon, when you assassinated the Senate.

You told us the timing was perfect for an attack on the Federation.

I don't understand why now you delay.

You don't have to understand.

And bringing the Enterprise here, what possible purpose could that serve?

-I have a purpose. -Then, perhaps you'll enlighten us.

Silence, Romulan!

You really must learn patience, Commander.

Spend 18 hours every day under the lash of a Romulan guard and you'll soon understand patience.

Now go.

Commander Donatra.

Please remain.

There's a word I want you to consider.

Allegiance. It's something I demand from those who serve me.

-Do I serve you? -Yes.

And, I think, faithfully.

Commander Suran, on the other hand,