(BORG COMMUNICATING)
(GASPS)
WOMAN: Locutus.
I am Locutus of Borg.
Resistance is futile.
(BEEPING)
Authorisation: Picard, 4-7 Alpha Tango. Admiral?
- Bad time, Jean-Luc? - Of course not.
There are disturbing reports from Deep Space Five.
Our colony on Ivor Prime was destroyed this morning.
Long-range sensors have picked up...
Yes, I know. The Borg.
PICARD: Captain's Log, Stardate 50893.5.
The moment I have dreaded for nearly six years has finally arrived.
The Borg, our most lethal enemy,
have begun an invasion of the Federation,
and this time, there may be no stopping them.
How many ships?
One, and it's heading straight for Earth.
They'll cross the Federation border soon.
Admiral Hayes is mobilising a fleet.
At maximum warp, it will take...
We're not going.
What do you mean?
We're to patrol the Neutral Zone,
in case the Romulans take advantage of the situation.
The Romulans?
Captain, there's been no unusual activity from them for nine months.
It's highly unlikely they'd start a conflict now.
Does Starfleet feel we need more time?
We've been out in space nearly a year now. We're ready.
We're the most advanced starship. We SHOULD be on the front line.
I have discussed this with Starfleet Command.
Their orders stand.
Number One, set a course for the Neutral Zone.
(# TENOR SINGS OPERA)
- Bizet? - Berlioz.
What do you have?
Our first sensor sweep of the Neutral Zone.
Oh, fascinating(!)
20 particles of space dust per cubic metre,
52 ultraviolet radiation spikes and a class two comet.
Well, this is certainly worthy of our attention.
Why are we out here chasing comets?
Starfleet has every confidence in the Enterprise and her crew.
They're just not sure about her captain.
They believe a man who was once assimilated by the Borg
should not be put in a situation where he would face them again.
To do so would introduce an unstable element to a critical situation.
That's ridiculous.
- You're the perfect man to lead. - Admiral Hayes disagrees.
- (PA) Bridge to Captain. - Go ahead.
We've just heard from the fleet. They've engaged the Borg.
Mr Data, put Starfleet frequency 1486 on audio.
Aye, sir.
WOMAN ON RADIO: Flagship to Endeavor. Stand by to engage.
MAN ON RADIO: Defiant fall back to mobile position one.
SECOND MAN: Acknowledged.
SECOND WOMAN: We have it in visual range - a Borg cube, speed warp 9...
BORG: We are the Borg.
Lower your shields and surrender your ships.
We will add your biology and technology to our own.
Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile.
THIRD MAN: All units, open fire. Remodulate shield protection.
FOURTH MAN: They've broken through defence perimeter.
FIFTH MAN: The cube is changing course 0-2-1 mark four.
FIRSTWOMAN: Flagship to Starfleet Command, we need reinforcements.
(TRANSMISSION GARBLED)
MAN: Casualties reported - 96 dead, 42 wounded on the Lexington.
(TRANSMISSION GARBLED)
Lieutenant Hawk, set a course for Earth.
- Aye, sir. - Maximum warp.
I'm about to commit a direct violation of our orders.
Anyone wishing to object, do so now. It will be noted in my log.
Captain, I believe I speak for everyone here, sir, when I say...
to hell with our orders.
Red alert. All hands to battle stations.
Engage.
(ALARM BLARES)
Report!
Power's off-line. We've lost shields.
Our weapons are gone.
Unh!
Perhaps today IS a good day to die.
Prepare for ramming speed.
Sir, there's another starship coming in.
It's the Enterprise.
They're losing life support.
Transporter room three, beam the Defiant survivors aboard.
Captain, the Admiral's ship has been destroyed.
What's the status of the Borg cube?
There's heavy damage to its outer hull.
I'm reading fluctuations in their power grid.
On screen.
(BORG COMMUNICATING)
Number One, open a channel to the fleet.
Channel open, sir.
This is Captain Picard of the Enterprise. I'm taking command.
Target all of your weapons onto the following co-ordinates.
Fire at my command.
Sir, these co-ordinates don't appear to be a vital system.
Trust me, Data.
The fleet's responded, sir. They're standing by.
Fire.
Mr Hawk, pursuit course. Engage.
Aye, sir.
(BORG COMMUNICATING)
What?
I can hear them.
I have a patient here who insists on coming to the Bridge.
Welcome abroad the Enterprise E, Mr Worf.
Thank you, sir.
- The Defiant? - Adrift, but salvageable.
- Tough little ship. - Little?
Mr Worf, we could use some help at Tactical.
You do remember howto fire phasers?
Sensors show chronometric particles emanating from the sphere.
They're creating a temporal vortex.
Time travel.
PICARD: Data, report.
We're caught in a temporal wake.
Captain...Earth.
The atmosphere contains high concentrations of methane,
carbon monoxide, and fluorine.
PICARD: Life signs?
Population - approximately 9 billion.
All Borg.
How?
They must've done it in the past.
They went back and assimilated Earth, changed history.
Then why are WE still here?
The temporal wake must've protected us from changes in the time line.
(BEEPING)
Sir, the vortex is collapsing.
Hold your course, Mr Hawk.
We must followthem back, repair whatever damage they've done.
(DOG BARKING)
Come on.
Good night, Eddy.
Go home.
You're gonna regret this tomorrow.
(SLURRED) One of the things you should've learned by now...
...is that I don't have regrets.
- Come on, Lily, one more. - Zee, you've had enough.
I'm not going up with a drunken pilot.
I sure as hell am not going up there sober.
What is that?
That...is the constellation Leo.
No. That.
- It's an Econ! - After all these years?
We gotta get to the Phoenix.
To hell with the Phoenix.
Aah!
MAN: Help! Help! Hurry!
Come on. Move. This way.
Run.
Aah!
Report.
Shields are down. Sensors are off-line. Power's holding.
According to our readings, we're in the mid-21st century.
From the radioactivity in the atmosphere,
I estimate we have arrived 10 years after the Third World War.
Makes sense. Most of the major cities have been destroyed.
Few governments left, 600 million dead, no resistance.
WORF: Captain...
- Mr Worf, quantum torpedoes. - Ready, sir.
Fire.
They were firing at the surface. Location?
Western hemisphere. North American continent.
Looks like a missile complex in central Montana.
Missile complex...
The date? Data, I need to knowthe exact date.
April 4th...2063.
April 4. The day before first contact.
Precisely.
Then that's where Zefram Cochran is building his warp ship.
They came here to stop first contact.
Damage, Lieutenant?
Long-range sensors are still off-line.
We must go and see what happened. Data, Beverly, with me.
Send a security team to transporter room three.
Computer, mid-21st century civilian clothing.
Number One...you have the Bridge.
Over here.
They're all dead.
See if one of them is Cochran.
Data, let's go checkthe warp ship.
The structural integrity of the missile appears to be intact,
but there's damage to sections of the fuselage
and primary intercooler system.
You should have the blueprints in the Enterprise computer.
Commander La Forge will need to bring a team...
- Hold your fire! We want to help! - Bullshit!
Captain, I believe I can handle this.
(GUN CLICKS)
Greetings.
Captain, this woman requires medical attention!
Severe theta radiation poisoning.
Radiation is coming from the damaged throttle.
We'll all need inoculation. And she needs our sickbay.
Please, no Prime Directive lectures. I'll keep her unconscious.
Tell Riker to beam down with a search party. We must find Cochran.
Crusher to Enterprise. Two to beam directly to sickbay.
In under 48 hours, this ship must be launched. Picard to Engineering.
- La Forge. - Cochran's ship was damaged.
- Get down here, we've workto do. - Right.
Alpha Team, go to transporter room three. We're heading to the surface.
- Porter, you're in command. - Aye, sir.
And Porter, checkthe environmental controls while I'm gone.
It's getting a little warm in here. All right, let's go.
- This looks like a good spot. - Right, let's mark it.
Isn't it amazing?
This ship used to be a nuclear missile.
It is an historical irony
that Dr Cochran would choose an instrument of mass destruction
to inaugurate an era of peace.
It's a boyhood fantasy, Data.
I must have seen this ship hundreds of times in the Smithsonian,
but I was never able to touch it.
Sir, does tactile contact alter your perception of the Phoenix?
Oh, yes. For humans, touch can connect you to an object
in a very personal way, make it seem more real.
I am detecting imperfections in the titanium casing...
temperature variations in the fuel manifold.
It is no more real to me now than it was a moment ago.
Would you three like to be alone?
What have you found out?
There's no sign of Cochran in the complex.
He HAS to be. There was nothing more important to him.
This was his dream.
Captain, it is possible that he was killed in the attack.
(SIGHS HEAVIL Y)
If that's true... then the future may die with him.
What do you think?
The entire environmental system's gone crazy.
Not just Engineering, it's the entire deck.
Maybe it's a problem with the EPS conduits.
Hello?...Hey!
EIGER: Are you talking to me?
Is there anyone else working maintenance in this section?
EIGER: Uh...not that I know of.
Aah! Ahh!
Paul?
Are you OK in there?
(BORG COMMUNICATING)
Captain, what is it?
Picard to Enterprise. Mr Worf, is everything OK up there?
We are experiencing environmental difficulties on deck 16,
but that is all.
What kind of difficulties?
and the temperature has jumped 10 degrees in the last hour.
- Mr Data and I are returning. - Understood.
- Number One, take charge. - Aye, sir.
Damage to her cell membranes is repaired.
She should be fine, but I'll run another test,
and find out why it's so hot in here.
Now what?
Crusher to Engineering.
Crusher to Bridge.
Commander Worf, exactly what's been happening?
We just lost contact with deck 16, communications, sensors, everything.
- I was going to investigate. - No. Seal it off.
- Post security teams. - Aye, sir.
Mr Hawk, before we lost sensors, what were conditions in Engineering?
Atmospheric pressure was two kilopascals above normal.
39.1 degrees Celsius...
like a Borg ship.
They knewtheir ship was doomed. Our shields were down.
Somehowthey transported over here without being detected.
They'll assimilate the Enterprise and then...
Earth.
Picard to Riker.
(STATIC INTERFERENCE)
Enterprise to away team.
Respond.
Sir, main control is being re-routed through main Engineering -
weapons, shields, propulsion.
Quickly, Mr Data, lock out the main computer.
I have isolated the main computer with a fractal encryption code.
It is highly unlikely that they'll break it.
The Borg have cut power to all decks except 16.
They won't stay on deck 16.
Wake up. You're all right.
Come on. Come on. Wake up.
(GASPS)
Whoa! Take it easy. You're OK. Now listen. I need you to do as I say.
- Is the EMH still on-line? - It should be.
That's it. That's a girl.
I swore I'd never use these. Activate EMH.
Please state the nature of the medical emergency.
20 Borg are about to breakthrough that door. Create a diversion.
This isn't in my program. I'm a doctor, not a doorstop.
Do a dance. Tell a story. I don't care. Just give us a few seconds.
(POUNDING ON DOOR)
According to Starfleet medical research
Borg implants can cause severe skin irritations.
Perhaps you'd like... an analgesic cream?
Which way?
We need to get off this deck.
Follow me.
First thing they'll do in Engineering is set up a collective,
a central point of control.
The problem is, if we begin firing particle weapons in Engineering,
there's a risk we may hit the warp core.
I believe our goal should be
to puncture one of the plasma coolant tanks. Data?
Excellent idea. Plasma coolant will liquefy organic material on contact.
But the Borg are not entirely organic.
True, but they cannot survive without their organic components.
I have ordered all weapons to be set on a rotating modulation.
They'll adapt quickly. We'll be able to fire 12 shots at most.
One other thing...
You may encounter Enterprise crew who have already been assimilated.
Don't hesitate to fire. You'll be doing them a favour.
Let's go.
# ROY ORBISON: 'Ooby Dooby' #
(MUSIC BLARING)
Deanna!
DEANNA!
No, Will. Don't turn off the...
Who is this jerk?
And who told him to turn off my music?
Will Riker...
Zefram Cochran.
- Friend of yours? - Yes.
- Husband? - No.
Good.
Now, this, Deena...
DEANNA.
This...is the good stuff.
- Dr Cochran. - Shh.
To the Phoenix...
...may she rest in peace.
Ohh.
OK...that wasn't so good.
(GLASS SMASHES)
- We have to tell him the truth. - If we do that, the time line...
This is no time to argue about time. We don't have the time.
- What was I saying? - You're drunk.
- I am not. - You are.
He wouldn't even talkto me unless I had a drink with him.
Then it tookthree shots of something called tequila
to discover he was the one we're looking for.
I've spent the last 20 minutes trying to keep his hands off me,
so don't go criticising my counselling technique.
Sorry.
It's a primitive culture.
- I'm just trying to blend in. - You're blended, all right.
He's heard our cover story. He didn't believe me.
We are running out of time.
Do you think he'll be able to handle the truth?
If you're looking for my professional opinion
as Ship's Counsellor, he's nuts.
I'll be sure to note that in my log.
(MUSIC STARTS AGAIN)
DATA: Captain,
I believe I am feeling...anxiety.
It is an intriguing sensation, a most distracting...
Data, I'm sure it's a fascinating experience,
but perhaps you should deactivate your emotion chip for now.
Good idea, sir.
Done.
Data, there are times that I envy you.
It's only me!
- Doctor, are you all right? - Yes, but we have wounded here.
Lopez, get these people backto deck 14.
There was a woman from the 21st century.
We will watch for her.
She has no idea what's going on. Try to find her.
Lower your weapons.
PICARD: They'll ignore us till they consider us a threat.
PICARD: The manual release.
Mr Worf, hold this position.
COMPUTER: Manual release is on-line.
Perhaps we should just knock.
Data.
Ready phasers!
Data, cover me.
Captain, they've adapted!
PICARD: Aah!
Regroup on deck 15.
Don't let them touch you!
Captain!
Data!
Uhh!
Here!
CREWMAN: Captain?
Help.
Please, help.
Aah!
You! Howthe hell...
- Back off! - Calm down!
Shut up!
- Who are you? - Jean-Luc Picard.
No! Who are you with? What faction?
I'm not a member of the Eastern Coalition. Listen...
Shut up! I don't care who you're with. Get me out of here!
That won't be easy.
You make it easy, or I'll start pushing buttons.
All right!
- Follow me. - Slow!
(REACTOR PULSING)
Your efforts to breakthe encryption codes will not be successful,
nor will your attempts to assimilate me into your collective.
WOMAN: Brave words. I've heard them before
from thousands of species across thousands of worlds
since long before you were created, but now, they are all Borg.
I am unlike any life form you have encountered before.
The codes stored in my neural net cannot be forcibly removed.
QUEEN: You are an imperfect being created by an imperfect being.
Finding your weakness is only a matter of time.
Let me just make sure that I understand you correctly, Commander.
A group of cybernetic creatures from the future
have travelled backthrough time to enslave the human race,
and you're here to stop them?
That's right.
Hot damn. You're heroic.
We're gonna prove it to you.
Geordi?
There she is.
Beautiful!
All right, take a look.
Well, well, well.
What we got here?
I love a good peep show.
That's a trick.
Howd you do that?
It's your telescope.
That's our ship the Enterprise.
And, uh, Lily's up there right now?
- Yes. - Can I talkto her?
We've lost contact with the Enterprise.
So, what is it you want ME to do?
Simple. Conduct your warp flight tomorrow morning as you planned.
Why tomorrow morning?
Because at 11 o'clock
an alien ship will pass through this solar system.
Alien. You mean extraterrestrials?
More bad guys?
Good guys, on a survey mission. They have no interest in Earth.
- Too primitive. - Oh.
Doctor, tomorrow morning,
when they detect the warp signature from your ship,
they decide to alter their course.
They make first contact with Earth right here.
- Here? - Actually, over there.
It's one of the pivotal moments in human history.
You make first contact with an alien race,
and after you do, everything begins to change.
Your theories allow fleets of starships to be built
and mankind to start exploring the galaxy.
It unites humanity in incredible ways
once it is realised we're not alone in the universe.
Poverty, disease, war...they'll all be gone within the next 50 years.
But unless you make that warp flight tomorrow morning before 11 .15,
none of it will happen.
And you people, you're all...astronauts
on some kind of star trek?
Doc, this is a lot for you to take in but we're running out of time.
We need your help.
What do you say?
Why not?
(PHASERS FIRE)
(CLICK-WHIRR)
It's pretty bad, sir. It looks like they control decks 26 up to 11,
but after deck 11, they...they just stopped.
They've assimilated over half the ship in a matter of hours.
Why stop there? What is on deck 11?
Hydroponics, stellar cartography, deflector control. No vital system.
They wouldn't have stopped unless it gave them an advantage.
Return to your checkpoints.
Something happened in sickbay. Where are the others?
- Why breakthe cease-fire? - We didn't.
Who did?
A...new faction wants to prevent your launch,
but we're here to help you.
This may be difficult to accept, but you are not in Montana any more.
You're on a ship, a...a spaceship orbiting the Earth at an altitude...
You wanna help me? Get me out of here.
All right.
You want a way out? Here it is.
LIL Y: What is this?
Australia, New Guinea, the Solomons. Montana will be up soon,
but you may want to hold your breath. It's a long way down.
Now, listen, I'm not your enemy, and I CAN get you home.
First you must put that down and trust me.
Jean-Luc Picard.
My name.
That's my name. What's yours?
Lily.
Welcome aboard, Lily.
Thank you.
(BEEPS)
Maximum setting.
If you'd fired this, you would've vaporised me.
It's my first ray gun.
There's no glass.
Aah!
Force field.
I've never seen that kind of technology.
That's because it hasn't been invented yet.
What?
There's more I have to tell you. Come on.
WOMAN: Are you ready?
- Who are you? - I am the Borg.
That is a contradiction.
The Borg have a collective consciousness.
There are no individuals.
I am the beginning, the end, the one who is many.
I am the Borg.
Greetings.
I am curious. Do you control the Borg collective?
You imply a disparity where none exists. I am the collective.
Perhaps I should rephrase the question.
I wish to understand the organisational relationships.
Are you their leader?
I bring order to chaos.
An interesting, if cryptic, response.
You are in chaos, Data.
You are the contradiction. A machine who wishes to be human.
Since you know so much about me,
you're aware that I am programmed to evolve...to better myself.
We, too, are on a quest to better ourselves,
evolving toward a state of perfection.
Forgive me, but the Borg do not evolve, they conquer.
By assimilating other beings into our collective,
we are bringing them closer to perfection.
Somehow...I question your motives.
That is because you haven't been properly...stimulated yet.
You have reactivated my emotion chip. Why?
Don't be frightened.
I am not frightened.
Do you know what this is, Data?
It appears you're attempting to graft organic skin
onto my endoskeletal structure.
What a cold description for such a beautiful gift.
(BLOWS)
Was that good for you?
Ooh.
How many planets?
150 across 8,000 light-years.
You mustn't get home much.
I think of this ship as home,
but if you're talking about Earth, I try to get back whenever I can.
Good, they haven't broken the encryption code yet.
Those bionic zombies you mentioned? The...
...Borg.
Borg? Sounds Swedish.
LIL Y: How big is this ship?
There are 24 decks.
Almost 700 metres long.
LIL Y: It took me 6 months to scrounge up enough titanium
just to build a 4-metre cockpit.
How much did this thing cost?
The economics of the future is somewhat different.
You see, money doesn't exist in the 24th century.
No money?
(You mean you don't get paid?)
The acquisition of wealth
is no longer the driving force in our lives.
We workto better ourselves and the rest of humanity.
Actually, we're rather like yourself and Dr Cochran.
All right! All right.
Come on.
Is...is there another way around?
I know what I'm doing.
Definitely not Swedish.
Aah!
(GASPS)
What the hell are you doing?
(BANGING ON DOOR)
Perhaps something in satin.
Sorry, gentlemen, but we're closing, and we have a strict dress code.
So, if you don't leave now, I'II...
I'm looking for Nicky the Nose.
The Nose? Hasn't been here in months.
This is the wrong chapter.
Aah!
Computer, begin chapter 13.
(BEEPS AND WHIRRS)
# If I say I love you... #
Try to look as if you're having a good time.
# I want you to know
# It's not just because there's moonlight
# Although... #
No, no, no, look at me.
Try to act naturally.
There he is.
# You're all dressed up
# To go dreamin'
# Now, don't tell me, I know... #
Ruby. This is not a good time.
It never is, is it, Dix? Always some case you're working on.
I have to see Nicky. Until later.
OK, but watch your caboose... and dump the broad.
# If I say
# I love you
# I want you to know... #
Well, look what the cat dragged in. What's shakin', Dix?
The usual, Nick, martinis and skirts. Excuse me.
(YELLS)
- I'm gonna take that personal soon. - No offence.
Hey!
(YELLS)
(SCREAMS)
Hey! I think you got him.
I don't get it.
I thought you said this was just holograms. If so...
I disengaged the safety protocols.
Without them, even a holographic bullet can kill.
What are you doing?
I'm looking for the neuroprocessor. Every Borg has one.
It's like a memory chip.
It will contain a record of all the instructions
this Borg has received from the collective.
Oh, my. Jean-Luc, it's one of your uniforms.
Yes. This was Ensign Lynch.
Tough luck, huh?
We've got to get to the Bridge.
Go on.
Jeez.
LA FORGE: Doctor?
Yeah?
Would you mind looking at this?
Uh...ahem...yeah...ahem.
I tried to reconstruct the intermix chamber from what we did in school.
Did I get it right?
School? You learned about this in school?
Oh, yeah. Basic Warp Design is a required course at the Academy.
The first chapter is called... Zefram Cochran.
Well, looks like you got it right.
Commander, uh, this is what we're thinking of using
to replace the damaged warp plasma conduit.
(WHIRRS)
Yeah, Reg.
Good, but you need to reinforce this copper tubing with a nanopolymer.
Dr Cochran, I knowthis sounds silly, but can I shake your hand?
Oh, thank you, Doctor. What an honour it is to work with you.
- I never imagined... - Reg.
- ...the man who invented... - Reg!
I'm sorry. Right. Thanks.
Do they have to keep doing that?
It's just a little hero worship, Doc.
Tell the truth, I don't blame them.
We all learned about what you did here - or what you're about to do.
I probably shouldn't tell you this - I went to Zefram Cochran School.
Really?
I wish I had a picture of this.
What?
Well, you see, in the future,
this whole area becomes an historical monument.
You're standing almost on the exact spot where your statue's gonna be.
- Statue? - Oh, yeah.
It's marble, about 20 metres tall, and you're looking up at the sky,
and your hand's sort of reaching toward the future.
I gotta take a leak.
Leak?
I'm not detecting any leak.
Don't you people from the 24th century ever pee?
Oh, leak...I get it.
(LAUGHS) That's pretty funny.
Excuse me.
Commander?
(PHASERS WHIRR)
- Captain. - Jean-Luc.
Reports of my assimilation are greatly exaggerated.
I found something you lost.
- Ahh! - I am a Klingon.
PICARD: Mr Worf, report.
The Borg control over half the ship.
We've tried to restore power but we have been unsuccessful.
We have another problem.
I've accessed a neuroprocessor and I know what they're doing.
They're transforming the deflector dish into an interplexing beacon.
- Interplexing? - It's a subspace transmitter.
Once activated, they'll be able to talkto the Borg in THIS century.
But they're still in the Delta Quadrant now.
They'll send reinforcements. Humanity will be an easy target.
Attack Earth in the past to assimilate the future.
Then we must destroy the dish.
We can't get to deflector control or a shuttlecraft.
Mr Worf, do you remember your zero-G combat training?
I remember it made me sickto my stomach.
What are you suggesting?
I think it's time that we took a little stroll.
Hang on.
There's a humanoid life sign up ahead,
5 11 metres.
(WHIRRING)
Cochran?
Mm-hmm. It's him all right.
I have remodulated the pulse emitters,
but we won't get more than one or two shots before they adapt.
Then we must make every shot count.
Magnetise.
(HUMMING)
(BOOTS STICKTO DECK)
- Watch your caboose, Dix. - I intend to.
How are you doing, Mr Worf?
Not well, sir.
Try not to look at the stars. Keep your eyes on the hull.
PICARD: Let's go.
Tell me, are you using a polymer-based neuro-relay
to transmit the organic nerve impulses
to the central processor of my positronic net?
If so, how have you solved the problem
of increased signal degradation inherent to organo-synthetic...
BORG QUEEN: Do you always talkthis much?
Not always...
but often.
Why do you insist on utilising
this primitive linguistic communication?
Your android brain is capable of so much more.
Have you forgotten? I am endeavouring to become more human.
Human. We used to be exactly like them. Flawed, weak, organic.
But we evolved to include the synthetic.
Now we use both to attain perfection.
Your goal should be the same as ours.
Believing oneself to be perfect is often the sign of a delusional mind.
Small words from a small being
attacking what he doesn't understand.
I understand you have no real interest in me,
your goal is to obtain the codes for the Enterprise computer.
That is one of our goals, one of many...
but in order to reach it, I'm willing to help you reach yours.
Aah!
Is it becoming clear to you yet?
Look at yourself...
standing there, cradling the new flesh I've given you.
If it means nothing to you, why protect it?
I...I am simply imitating the behaviour of humans.
You're becoming more human all the time, Data.
Now you're learning howto lie.
My...programming was not designed...
to process these sensations.
Then tear the skin from your limb as you would a defective circuit.
Go ahead, Data. We won't stop you.
Do it.
Don't be tempted by flesh.
Are you familiar with physical forms of pleasure?
Eh...
If you are...
referring to...
sexuality...
I am...fully functional...
Programmed in...
multiple techniques.
How long has it been since you've used them?
Eight years...
seven months, 16 days, four minutes, 22...
Far too long.
We should bring reinforcements.
There's no time.
It seems they're building the beacon on top of the particle emitter.
Once the transponder rods are fixed, it will be activated.
If we set our phasers to full...
No. We risk hitting the dish. It's charged with anti-protons.
We could destroy half the ship.
(PANTING)
Come on, come on.
- Doctor? - Sir?
You still looking for the bathroom?
- I'm not going. - We can't do this without you.
I'm not gonna be a statue.
- Doctor... - You stay away from me.
We don't have time for this.
(GASPS)
You told him about the statue?
PICARD: For this to work, all three maglocks will have to be released.
Magnetic constrictors are disengaged.
They've adapted.
COMPUTER: Warning, decompression in 45 seconds.
Hawk!
(GRUNTS)
We've had a change of plans, Data.
Assimilate this.
Only got an hour to go, Doc. How you feeling?
I got a four-alarm hangover,
either from the whisky or your laser beam...or both,
but I'm ready to make history!
- Troi to Commander Riker. - Riker.
- We're ready to open the door. - Go ahead.
(RUMBLING)
Oh.
Look at that.
What, no moon in the 24th century?
Sure we do. Just looks different with 50 million people living on it.
You see Tycho City, New Berlin, even Lake Armstrong on a day like this.
And you know, Doctor...
Please! Don't tell me it's all thanks to me.
I've heard enough about the great Zefram Cochran.
I don't know who writes your history books,
but you people got some pretty funny ideas about me.
You all look at me as if I'm some kind of...saint or visionary.
I don't think you're a saint, Doc, but you did have a vision.
We're sitting in it.
You want to know what my vision is? Dollar signs. Money.
I didn't build this ship for humanity.
You think I want to go to the stars? I don't even like flying.
I take trains.
I built this ship so that I could retire to some tropical island...
filled with...naked women.
That's Zefram Cochran. That's his vision.
This other guy you keep talking about, this historical figure.
I never met him.
I can't imagine I ever will.
Someone once said, "Don't try to be a great man,
" just be a man and let history make its own judgements."
That's rhetorical nonsense.
Who said that?
You did...10 years from now.
You got 58 minutes. Better get on that list.
They're moving. The Borg just overran three checkpoints.
They've adapted to every change of our weapons. We're shooting blanks.
We have to find a way to make our weapons more effective.
In the meantime, tell your men to stand their ground.
Hand-to-hand, if necessary.
Aye, sir.
Wait, Captain, our weapons are useless.
We must activate the auto-destruct sequence and evacuate the ship.
No!
Jean-Luc, destroying the ship will destroy the Borg.
We're going to stay and fight.
Sir, we've lost the Enterprise. We should not sacrifice...
No, and we're not going to lose it while I'm in command!
You have your orders.
- I must object... - Noted.
With all due respect, sir, I believe you're allowing
your personal experience with the Borg to influence your judgement.
You're afraid.
You want to destroy the ship and run away. You coward.
CRUSHER: Jean-Luc!
If you were any other man, I'd kill you where you stand.
Get off my bridge!
- So what do we do now? - We carry out his orders.
Start modifying the weapons...
If we can leave and blowthis ship up, let's do it.
The Captain's made up his mind - discussion over. Lily!
You son of a bitch.
This really isn't the time.
I don't know jack about this century,
but everybody thinks that fighting the Borg is suicide.
- They're just afraid to say it. - They're accustomed to my orders.
When they make sense.
None of them understand the Borg as I do.
No one does.
No one can.
What does that mean?
Six years ago...
they assimilated me into their collective.
They had their cybernetic devices implanted throughout my body.
I was linked to the hive mind,
every trace of individuality erased.
I was one of them, so you can imagine,
I have a somewhat unique perspective on them. I know howto fight them.
Now, I have workto do.
I am an idiot.
It's so simple.
The Borg hurt you, and you're going to hurt them back.
In my century, there is no revenge. We have a more evolved sensibility.
Bullshit! I saw your face when you shot those Borg on the holodeck.
You were almost enjoying it.
How dare you.
Come on! You're not the first to get a thrill from killing.
I see it everywhere.
- Get out! - Or what?
You'll kill me like you killed Ensign Lynch?
There was no way to save him.
WHERE was your evolved sensibility then?
I don't have time for this.
I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt your little quest.
Captain Ahab must hunt his whale.
What?
You do have books in the 24th century?
- It's not about revenge. - Liar!
- It's about the future of humanity! - Blow it up!
NO!
NOOOO!
I will not sacrifice the Enterprise.
We've made too many compromises already, too many retreats.
They invade our space and we fall back.
They assimilate entire worlds and we fall back.
Not again.
The line must be drawn here. This far, no further.
And I will MAKE them pay for what they've done!
You broke your little ships.
See you around, Ahab.
"And he piled upon the whale's white hump
"the sum of all the rage and hate felt by his whole race.
"If his chest had been a cannon, he would have shot his heart upon it."
What?
Moby Dick.
Actually, I never read it.
Ahab spent years hunting the white whale that crippled him,
a quest for vengeance,
but in the end, it destroyed him and his ship.
I guess he didn't know when to quit.
Prepare to evacuate the Enterprise.
COCHRAN: ATR setting?
Active.
- Main bus? - Ready.
Initiate pre-ignition sequence.
Begin auto-destruct sequence. Authorisation: 4-7 alpha tango.
Computer, Commander Beverly Crusher.
Confirm auto-destruct sequence. Authorisation: 2-2 Beta Charlie.
Computer, Lieutenant Commander Worf.
Confirm auto-destruct sequence. Authorisation: Worf 3-7 Gamma Echo.
COMPUTER: Command authorisation accepted.
Awaiting final code to begin auto-destruct sequence.
This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard.
Destruct sequence Alpha-one. 15 minutes, silent countdown.
Enable.
COMPUTER: Self-destruct in 15 minutes. No further audio warnings.
So much for the Enterprise E.
We barely knew her.
Thinkthey'll build another one?
Plenty of letters left in the alphabet.
Mr Worf.
I regret some of the things I said to you earlier.
Some?
As a matter of fact, I think you're the bravest man I've ever known.
Thank you, sir.
See you on Gravett Island.
DATA: Captain.
(BORG COMMUNICATING)
(Data.)
TROl: Final launch-sequence checks are complete. Good luck.
Ready to make some history?
- I think I forgot something. - What?
I don't know. It's probably nothing.
Begin ignition sequence.
(TROI COUNTING DOWN)
- Now I remember! - What?
Where is it? We can't lift off without it!
Geordi, we've got to abort.
No! No, wait, I found it.
TROl: 10, 9, 8...
Let's rock 'n' roll!
# STEPPENWOLF: 'Magic Carpet Ride' #
ENGINES BLASTING
# You don't know what
# We can find
# Why don't you come with me, little girl
# On a magic carpet ride?
# You don't know what
# We can see
# Why don't you tell your dreams to me?
TURN THAT DOWN A LITTLE?
# Close your eyes #
Hey! We've got a red light on the second intake valve.
Ignore it. We'll be fine.
Prepare first stage shutdown and separation on my mark.
Three...two...one...
Mark.
OK, let's bring the warp core on-line.
Oh, wow!
You ain't seen nothin' yet.
If you see Riker or my crew, give them this.
What is it?
Orders to find a quiet corner and stay out of history's way.
Well, good luck.
To both of us.
You're not leaving, are you?
Lily, when I was captive on the Borg ship, my crew risked all to save me.
There is, uh...someone still on this ship, and I owe him the same.
Go and find your friend.
(DOOR OPENS)
(BORG COMMUNICATING)
What's wrong, Locutus? Isn't this familiar?
Organic minds are such fragile things.
How could you forget me so quickly?
We were very close.
You can still hear our song.
Yes, I...
I remember you.
You were there all the time.
But...that ship...
and all the Borg on it were destroyed.
You think in such three-dimensional terms.
How small you've become.
Data understands me.
Don't you, Data?
What have you done to him?
Given him what he always wanted, flesh and blood.
Let him go. He's not the one you want.
Are you offering yourself to us?
Offering myself?
That's it. I remember now.
It wasn't enough that you assimilate me.
I had to give myself freely to the Borg. To you.
You flatter yourself. I've assimilated countless millions.
You were no different.
You're lying. You wanted more than just another Borg drone.
You wanted a human with his own mind to bridge the gulf between us.
You wanted a counterpart, but I resisted.
I fought you.
You can't begin to imagine the life you denied yourself.
It's not too late.
Locutus could still be with you...
just in the way you wanted...
an equal.
Let Data go, and I will take my place at your side,
willingly, without any resistance.
Such a noble creature...
a quality we sometimes lack.
We will add your distinctiveness to our own.
Welcome home...
Locutus.
Data, you are free.
- Data, go. - No.
I do not wish to.
As you can see, I have already found an equal.
Data, deactivate the self-destruct sequence.
Data, no. Don't do it.
Data, listen to me.
COMPUTER: Auto-destruct sequence deactivated.
Now enter the encryption codes and give me computer control.
Data!
Data...
He will make an excellent drone.
Plasma injectors are on-line.
Everything's looking good. I think we're ready.
They should be there right now.
We better breakthe warp barrier to get their attention.
Nacelles are charged and ready.
Let's do it!
Engage!
Warp field is looking good.
Structural integrity... is holding.
COCHRAN: Speed?
20,000 kilometres per second.
Sweet Jesus!
Relax, Doctor. I'm sure they're just here to give us a send off.
I am bringing the external sensors on-line.
30 seconds to warp threshold.
Approaching light speed...
We're at critical velocity.
DATA: Quantum torpedoes locked.
Destroy them.
Watch...
...your future's end.
- DATA! - Resistance is futile.
Whoooa...
Aah!
Nooo!
Ahhh!
Aaah!
That should be enough. Throttle back. Take us out of warp.
Is that Earth?
GEORDl: That's it.
It's so small.
It's getting a lot bigger.
Captain.
Data.
Are you all right?
I would imagine I look worse than I...
Feel.
Strange.
Part of me is...
sorry she is dead.
She was unique.
She brought me closer to humanity than I ever thought possible,
and for a time...
I was tempted by her offer.
How long a time?
0.68 seconds, sir.
For an android...
that is nearly an eternity.
PICARD: Captain's log, April 5th, 2063.
The voyage of the Phoenix was a success...again.
The alien ship detected the warp signature
and is on its way to rendezvous with history.
My God...
They're really from another world.
And they're going to want to meet the man who flewthat warp ship.
Live long and prosper.
Thanks.
I think it's time we made a discreet exit.
Riker to Enterprise, stand by to beam us up.
You gotta go?
I envy you...
the world you're going to.
I envy you...
taking these first steps into a new frontier.
I shall miss you, Lily.
Picard to Enterprise, energise.
Report.
The moon hid our warp signature. The Vulcans didn't detect us.
I reconfigured our warp field to match the Borg's.
- Recreate the vortex. - All decks ready.
Helm standing by.
Data, lay in a course for the 24th century.
I suspect our future is there waiting for us.
Course laid in, sir.
Make it so.
No, no. It's music. It's OK.
# Ooby dooby...#
No, no...you dance to it.
# Ooby dooby dooby dooby
# Dooby dooby doo-wah doo-wah doo-wah
# Well, you wiggle to the left
# You wiggle to the right
# Do the ooby dooby with all your might
# Ooby dooby...#