(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 Ivory Prime was destroyed this morning.
Long-range sensors have picked up...
Yes, I know. The Borg.
PICARD: Captain's Log, Star date 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 meter,
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 how to 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 follow them 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 know the 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 check the warp ship.
The structural integrity of the missile appears to be intact,
but there's damage to sections of the fuselage
and primary inter-cooler 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 work to do. - Right.
Alpha Team, go to transporter room three. We're heading to the surface.
- Porter, you're in command. - Aye, sir.
And Porter, check the 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 knew their ship was doomed. Our shields were down.
Some how they 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 talk to me unless I had a drink with him.
Then it took three 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 back to 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! How the 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 break the 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 traveled back through 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.
How’d you do that?
It's your telescope.
That's our ship the Enterprise.
And, uh, Lily's up there right now?
- Yes. - Can I talk to 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 break the 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.
LILY: 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.
LILY: How big is this ship?
There are 24 decks.
Almost 700 meters long.
LILY: 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 work to 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'll...
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?