My life is meaningless as long as you're still alive.
What am I while you exist? A shadow? An echo?
If your issues are with me, then deal with me.
This has nothing to do with my ship or the Federation!
But it does. We will no longer bow before anyone as slaves.
Not the Romulans and not your mighty Federation.
We are a race bred for war.
And conquest.
You're ready to plunge the quadrant into war to satisfy your personal demons?
It's amazing how little you know yourself.
- I'm incapable of such an act! - You are me!
The same noble Picard blood runs through our veins.
Had you lived my life, you'd be doing exactly as I am!
So look in the mirror. See yourself.
Consider that, Captain. I can think of no greater torment for you.
Shinzon... I'm a mirror for you as well.
Not for long, Captain.
I'm afraid you won't survive to witness the victory of the echo over the voice.
His cloak is perfect. No tachyon emissions, no residual antiprotons.
Keep at it, Geordi. Find a way in.
Praetor Shinzon needs the prisoner.
- About time, Data. - My mission succeeded.
I have located the radiation source. This entire ship is a Thalaron generator.
The activation matrix is on the bridge.
It's a weapon, then... And the download?
Shinzon believes he has our communication protocols.
They'll give him inaccurate locations for all Starfleet vessels.
- Good work. - Sir...
Geordi fitted the prototype for the Emergency Transport Unit.
Use this, sir, to return to the Enterprise.
- It'll only work for one of us. - Yes, sir.
We'll find a way off together.
It is time for the procedure.
Move, puny human animal!
A bit less florid, Data.
Kill him!
This way, sir. There is a shuttlebay 94 metres from our current position.
- There it is, sir! - Go!
It has encrypted security.
Alacrity would be appreciated!
Reman is a complex language with pictographs as verb roots...
That's fascinating, Data, but we really need that door open!
According to the ship's manifest, they are Scorpion-class attack fliers.
- Data, what do you imagine this is? - Port thruster.
Would you like me to drive, sir?
- Can you open the shuttlebay doors? - Negative. A forcefield is now in place.
Well, then... only one way to go.
- Is this wise, sir? - We're about to find out.
- Power up the disruptors. - Ready, Captain.
Fire!
Tractor beam!
Lock on transporter!
I have them.
- This has gone far enough! - I thought we'd discussed patience.
Mine is waning. We supported you as you promised action. Yet you delay.
The Enterprise is immaterial. They won't make it out of the Neutral Zone.
In two days, the Federation will be crippled beyond repair.
Satisfied?
- For the moment. - And when I return
you and I shall have a little talk about showing proper respect!
What's happening to his face?
Commander, a moment.
Are you prepared to have your hands drenched in blood?
He's not planning to defeat Earth. He's planning its annihilation.
His sins will mark us all, for generations.
The more I studied his DNA, the more confusing it got. I drew one conclusion.
Shinzon was created with temporal RNA sequencing
so that his aging process could be accelerated
to reach your age more quickly and skip 30 years of his life.
But the sequencing wasn't activated, so his cellular structure is decaying.
- He's dying. - Dying?
- Can anything be done for him? - Only a complete transfusion
from the only donor with compatible DNA... You.
- How long does he have? - I can't say for sure.
But the rate of decay is accelerating.
Then he'll come for me.
- Brother, I cannot move. - No.
I have only activated your cognitive and communications subroutines.
- Why? - Because you are dangerous.
Why?
You were programmed to gather information to use against this ship.
I do not understand.
I know.
Do you know anything about Shinzon's plans against the Federation?
- No. - Or the tactical abilities of his ship?
No. Can I move now?
No.
- What are you doing? - I must deactivate you.
- For how long? - Indefinitely.
How long is that?
A long time, brother.
It's called a cascading biogenic pulse.
Thalaron's properties allow the energy beam to expand almost without limit.
Depending on its radiant intensity, it could encompass a ship.
Or a planet.
He'd only have built such a weapon for one reason. He's going after Earth.
- How can you be certain? - I know how he thinks.
Destroy humanity, you cripple the Federation.
- The Romulans invade. - No way of penetrating his cloak?
No.
He could be close to every Starfleet ship and they'd never know.
We do have one advantage. He needs your blood to live.
- He might come after you first. - I'm counting on it.
We've been ordered to sector 10-45 to meet our fleet.
- Strength in numbers. - So we hope.
He must not be allowed to use that weapon.
All other concerns are secondary.
Understand?
Yes, sir.
All hands, battle stations.
Initiate the forcefield!
Captain's personal log. We're heading for Federation space at maximum warp.
The crew has responded with the dedication I've come to expect.
Like a thousand other commanders on other battlefields, I wait for the dawn.
How long?
A matter of hours... We must begin the procedure now.
How long until we reach the Rift?
Seven minutes.
Data, what's our current position?
How soon until we reach the fleet?
At our current velocity, we will arrive at sector 10-45 in 40 minutes.
"For now we see but through a glass darkly."
- Sir? - He said he's a mirror.
- Of you, sir? - Yes.
I do not agree. Although you share the same genetic structure,
your life has created an individual.
If I had lived his life, is it possible that I would have rejected my humanity?
B-4 is identical to me, although his neural pathways are not as advanced.
Even if they were, he would not be me.
- How can you be sure? - I aspire, sir. To be better than I am.
B-4 does not. Nor does Shinzon.
We are passing through the Bassen Rift. The projection will return.
It's interfering with our uplink?
The Rift affects all long-range...
Evasive manoeuvres!
Target weapons systems and shields. I don't want the Enterprise destroyed.
Can you learn to see in the dark?
- Report. - He's cloaked. We can't get a lock.
He hit our warp drive. We're on impulse.
Full phaser spread, zero elevation! All banks on my mark!
Scan for shield impacts! Stand by torpedoes!
Fire!
You're too slow, old man. Attack pattern Shinzon Theta.
- We are losing dorsal shields! - Full to port! Fire all ventral phasers!
Minimal damage to the Scimitar.
Defensive pattern Kirk Epsilon. Shields online.
Already on it.
- Counsellor Troi, report to the bridge. - Captain, we are being hailed.
On screen.
Captain Picard, will you join me in your ready room?
You can't trace my holographic emitters, Captain.
And you can't contact Starfleet. It's just the two of us now, Jean-Luc.
- As it should be. - Why are you here?
To accept your surrender. I can clearly destroy you at any time.
Lower your shields and allow me to transport you to my ship.
And the Enterprise?
I have little interest in your quaint vessel, Captain.
Look at me.
Your heart, your hands, your eyes are the same as mine.
The blood within you, the raw material is the same.
- We have the same potential. - That's the past...
It can be the future.
Buried deep within you, beneath the years of pain and anger,
there is something never nurtured: The potential to make yourself a better man.
That is what it is to be human: To make yourself more than you are.
Oh, yes, I know you.
Once, you looked at the stars and dreamed of what might be.
Childish dreams, Captain. Lost in the dilithium mines of Remus.
I am what you see now.
I see more. I see what you could be.
The man who is Shinzon and Picard could never annihilate an entire planet!
- He's better than that! - He's what his life has made him.
And what will you do with that life? Waste it in a blaze of hatred?
- There is a better way. - It's too late!
Never! Make the right choice now!
- I can't fight what I am! - Yes, you can!
I'll show you my true nature. Our nature.
And as Earth dies, remember I will always be Shinzon of Remus!
My voice shall echo through time long after yours has faded to a dim memory!
Two ships de-cloaking, sir! Romulan!
Captain!
It gets worse.
- We are being hailed. - On screen.
Captain Picard, Commander Donatra of the warbird Valdore.
Might we be of assistance?
Assistance?
This is a matter of internal security. We regret you've become involved.
When this is over, I owe you a drink.
Romulan ale, Captain. Let's get to work.
You heard the lady. Let's go to work!
Coordinate our attack with the Valdore.
- Triangulate fire on shield impacts. - Aye.
- Aft shields at 40%. - Keep our bow on the Scimitar.
- Power to forward shields. - Aye.
Target the warbird. All forward disruptor banks.
- Forward shields at 10%! - Bring us about!
Drop cloak on aft port quadrant. Prepare for emergency stop.
- What? - You heard me!
He's losing his cloak! Stand by all forward disruptor banks!
- She's almost on us! - Not yet.
- Praetor! - Full stop! Fire!
Restore aft cloak. Full about.
That drink will have to wait.
- You have life support? - For the moment.
- But we're crippled. - Understood.
Losing structural integrity on decks 12 to 17, sections 4 to 10.
Forcefields holding.
Evacuate those decks. Re-route power to shields.
Captain, I may have a way to find them.
Prepare for a lateral run. All starboard disruptors.
What is it?
She's here!
He's resisting me.
- No! - Remember me?
Now!
Fire!
Bring me Picard!
You!
Get the cloak back! Target shield coordinates Beta-3. All disruptors. Fire!
Ventral shielding lost on deck 29!
Compensate!
- Intruder alert! - Number One.
- Let's go! - Security detail to deck 29!
- The Romulans fought with honour. - Yes, they did, Mr Worf.
Cover me!
Medics!
Report!
We have no photon torpedoes. Phaser banks down to 4%.
If we targeted all phasers in a pattern?
Scimitar shields are still at 70%. It would make no difference, Captain.
What's he doing?
He wants to look me in the eye.
We've got him!
He thinks he knows what I'm going to do. Divert all power to the engines.
Even from life support. Give me it all.
- Ready, Captain. - We are being hailed.
Deanna, stand by. Open a channel.
- I hope you're still alive, Jean-Luc. - Oh, yes, I am.
Don't you think it's time to surrender? Why should the rest of your crew die?
Shinzon, I don't think I ever told you about my first Academy evaluation.
In particular, I was thought to be extremely... over-confident.
As much as I enjoy listening to you talk, I really think...
On my mark, Deanna! All hands, brace for impact!
Engage!
Hard to port!
Divert all power to the engines. Full reverse!
Reconfiguring now.
Computer, stand by auto-destruct sequence Omega.
Voice pattern Jean-Luc Picard. Authorisation Alpha-Alpha-3-0-5.
Auto-destruct is offline.
Disruptors are not functional, sir.
Deploy the weapon.
Kill everything on that ship. Then set a course for Earth.
We must complete our mission.
Matrix initiated.
Sequencing procedure for Thalaron radiation transfer activated.
Some ideals are worth dying for, aren't they, Jean-Luc?
Thalaron intermix procedure initiated.
Deployment of targeting arms commencing.
How long until he can fire?
Targeting should take seven minutes. When the arms are fully deployed...
...the matrix on the bridge will relay the Thalaron radiation to the firing points.
No one on the Enterprise will survive.
- How can he? He'll kill you. - It's not about me any more.
- Prepare a site-to-site transport. - I don't think...
- That's an order! - Let me go.
I have to do this... You have the bridge.
Put some distance between you and the Scimitar. Now, Mr La Forge.
Aye, sir.
That's it! Transporters down.
Counsellor Troi, assume command. Geordi, come with me.
Thalaron intermix levels 30%.
Four minutes to firing sequence.
Thalaron intermix level 50%.
Three minutes to firing.
Thalaron intermix level 60%.
Two minutes to firing sequence.
Thalaron intermix level 80%.
I'm glad we're together now.
Our destiny is complete.
One minute to firing.
Thalaron intermix level completed.
30 seconds to firing sequence.
- Goodbye. - Ten...
...nine... eight... seven...
...six... five...
...four... three...
Data?
Captain!
It's Data.
- We're being hailed. - On screen.
Open a channel.
This is Commander Donatra. We're dispatching medics and supplies.
Thank you.
You've earned a friend in the Romulan Empire today.
I hope the first of many. Valdore out.
Geordi... prepare the shuttlebay for arrivals.
They don't know our procedures.
- Just open the doors. - I'll take care of it.
You have the bridge, Number One.
Thank you.
To absent friends.
To family.
First time I saw Data, he was leaning against a tree in the holodeck...
...trying to whistle.
Funniest thing I ever saw.
No matter what he did, he couldn't get the tune right.
What was that song?
Can't remember the song.
Come.
- Will. - Permission to disembark, sir.
Granted.
So, where's the Titan off to?
The Neutral Zone. We're heading up the new task force.
The Romulans are interested in talking.
I can't think of a better man for the job.
If I may, some advice about your first command?
Anything.
When your first officer insists you can't go on away missions...
Ignore him.
I intend to.
Serving with you has been an honour.
The honour was mine, Captain.
I don't know if this has made sense.
I wanted you to know the man he was.
In his quest to be more like us...
...he helped us to see what it means to be human.
My... brother was not human.
No, he wasn't.
But his wonder, his curiosity about every facet of human nature...
...allowed us to see the best of ourselves.
He evolved.
He embraced change because he always wanted to be better than he was.
I... do not understand.
Well, I hope some day you will.
Captain, the warp engines are ready.
Coming. Inform Commander La Forge.
We'll talk later.
Never saw the sun...
- Shining so bright - Shining so bright
Never saw things...
Going so right.
Going so right