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 know this 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 meters 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 talk to 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 sick to 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,
511 meters.
(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 talk this 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 how to 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 blow this 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 how to fight them.
Now, I have work to 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.
Think they’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 break the 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 kilometers 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 flew that 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... #