It's just a little hero worship, doc.
To tell you the truth, I can't say I blame them.
We all grew up hearing about what you did here.
Or what you're about to do.
You know, I probably shouldn't even tell you this,
but I went to Zefram Cochrane High School.
Really?
I wish I had a picture of this.
- What? - Oh, 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?
Leak.
I get it.
That's pretty funny.
Excuse me.
Commander?
- Captain. - Jean-Luc. We thought you were...
Reports of my assimilation are greatly exaggerated.
I found something you lost.
I am a Klingon.
Mr. Worf, report.
The Borg control over half the ship.
We've tried to restore power to the bridge and the weapons systems,
but we have been unsuccessful.
We have another problem.
I've accessed a Borg neuro-processor,
and I've discovered what they're trying to do.
They're transforming the deflector dish into an interplexing beacon.
- Interplexing? - It's a subspace transmitter.
If they activate the beacon,
they'll be able to establish a link with the Borg living in this century.
But in the 21 st century, the Borg are still in the Delta Quadrant.
They'll send reinforcements. Humanity will be an easy target.
Attack the Earth in the past to assimilate the future.
We must destroy the deflector dish before they can activate the beacon.
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.
Five hundred eleven meters.
Cochrane?
It's him all right.
I've re-modulated the pulse emitters, but I do not believe we will get
more than one or two shots before the Borg adapt.
Then we must make every shot count.
Magnetize.
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.
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 that is the case,
how have you solved the problem of increased signal degradation
inherent to organo-synthetic transmission across...?
Do you always talk this much?
Not always.
- But often. - Why do you insist on utilizing
this primitive linguistic communication?
Your android brain is capable of so much more.
Have you forgotten? I'm endeavoring 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 trying to attack what he doesn't understand.
I understand that you have no real interest in me, that your goal
is to obtain the encryption 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.
Is it becoming clear to you yet?
Look at yourself.
Standing there, cradling the new flesh that I've given you.
If it means nothing to you, why protect it?
I...
I am simply imitating the behavior 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?
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 looks as if they're building the beacon
right on top of the particle emitter.
Once all the transponder rods are in place, the beacon will be activated.
- If we set our phasers to full power... - No!
There's a risk that we'd hit the dish. It's charged with antiprotons.
We could destroy half the ship.
We have to find another way.
Come on, come on!
- Doctor! - Sir?
You still looking for the bathroom?
- I'm not going back. - Look, we can't do this without you.
I don't care. I don't wanna be a statue.
- Doctor... - You stay away from me.
We don't have time for this.
You told him about the statue?
For this to work, all three maglocks will have to be released.
Magnetic constrictors are disengaged.
They've adapted.
Warning. Decompression in 45 seconds.
Hawk!
We've had a change of plans, Data.
Assimilate this!
We got an hour to go, doc. How you feeling?
I got a four-alarm hangover,
either from the whiskey or your laser beam.
Or both.
But I'm ready to make history.
- Troi to Commander Riker. - Riker here.
- We're ready to open the launch door. - Go ahead.
Look at that.
What, you don't have a moon in the 24th century?
Sure we do. It just looks a lot different.
There are 50 million people living on the moon in my time.
I can 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 Cochrane.
I don't know who writes your history books
or where you get your information from,
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 or something.
I don't think you're a saint, doc.
But you did have a vision.
And now we're sitting in it.
You wanna know what my vision is?
Dollar signs. Money.
I didn't build this ship to usher in a new era for humanity.
You think I wanna go to the stars? I don't even like to fly.
I take trains!
I built this ship so that I could retire to some tropical island...
...filled with...
...naked women.
That's Zefram Cochrane.
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 judgments."
That's rhetorical nonsense.
Who said that?
You did. Ten years from now.
You got 58 minutes, doc. You better get on that checklist.
They're on the move again.
The Borg just overran three of our defense checkpoints.
They've taken over decks five and six.
They've adapted to every modulation of our weapons. We're shooting blanks.
We have to work on another way to modify our weapons
so they'll be more effective.
In the meantime, tell your men to stand their ground.
- Sir... - Fight hand to hand, if they have to.
Aye, sir.
Wait. Captain, our weapons are useless.
We must activate the autodestruct sequence
and use the escape pods to evacuate the ship.
No!
Jean-Luc, if we destroy the ship, we destroy the Borg.
- We're gonna stay and fight. - Sir, we have lost the Enterprise.
- We should not sacrifice...! - We have not lost the Enterprise!
We are not going to lose the Enterprise.
Not to the Borg, not while I'm in command.
- You have your orders. - I must object to this course of action.
The objection is noted.
With all due respect, sir,
I believe you are allowing your personal experience with the Borg
to influence your judgment!
You're afraid.
You want to destroy the ship and run away. You coward.
Jean-Luc.
If you were any other man, I would kill you where you stand.
Get off my bridge.
- So, what do we do now? - We carry out his orders.
Dyson, Kaplan, start working on a way to modify the weapons system.
This is stupid! If we can get off this ship and then blow it up, let's do it!
Once the captain's made up his mind, the discussion is over.
Lily!
You son of a bitch.
This really isn't the time.
Okay, I don't know jack about the 24th century,
but everybody out there thinks staying here and fighting the Borg is suicide.
They're just afraid to come and say it.
The crew is accustomed to following my orders.
They're probably accustomed to your orders making sense.
None of them understand the Borg as I do!
No one does.
No one can.
What is that supposed to mean?
Six years ago,
they assimilated me into their Collective.
I 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, my dear, I have a somewhat unique perspective
on the Borg, and I know how to fight them.
Now, if you will excuse me, I have work to do.
I am such an idiot.
It's so simple.
The Borg hurt you, and now you're going to hurt them back.
In my century, we don't succumb to revenge.
- We have a more evolved sensibility. - Bullshit!
I saw the look on your face when you shot those Borg on the Holodeck.
You were almost enjoying it!
- How dare you? - Oh, come on, captain,
you're not the first man to get a thrill from murdering someone!
I see it all the time.
- Get out! - Or what?!
You'll kill me? Like you killed Ensign Lynch?
- There was no way to save him. - You didn't even try!
Where was your "evolved sensibility" then?
- I don't have time for this. - Oh, hey, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to interrupt your little quest.
Captain Ahab has to go hunt his whale.
What?
You do have books in the 24th century?
- This is not about revenge. - Liar!
This is about saving the future of humanity!
- Jean-Luc, blow up the damn ship! - No!
No!
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.
- ATR setting? - Active.
- Main bus? - Ready.
Initiate preignition sequence.
Begin autodestruct sequence.
Authorization: Picard, 4-7-Alpha-Tango.
Computer, Commander Beverly Crusher.
Confirm autodestruct sequence.
Authorization: Crusher, 2-2-Beta-Charlie.
Computer, Lieutenant Commander Worf.
Confirm autodestruct sequence.
Authorization: Worf, 3-7-Gamma-Echo.
Command authorization accepted.
Awaiting final code to begin autodestruct sequence.
This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard.
Destruct sequence: Alpha-One. Fifteen minutes, silent countdown.
Enable.
Self-destruct in 15 minutes.
There will be no further audio warning.
So much for the Enterprise-E.
We barely knew her.
You 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 have ever known.
Thank you, sir.
See you on Gravett Island.
Captain.
Data.
Control to Phoenix.
Final launch sequence checks are complete.
- Good luck. - Ready to make some history?
- Always am. - I think I forgot something.
- What? - I don't know. It's probably nothing.
Begin ignition sequence.
- Twenty, 19, 18, 17, 16... - Oh, God! Now I remember!
- What? - Where is it?
- What?! - We can't lift off without it!
- Geordi, we've gotta abort! - No! No, wait! I found it!
Twelve, 11,
ten, nine, eight,
- Let's rock 'n' roll! - seven, six...
Could you turn that down a little?
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!
Okay, let's bring the warp core online.
Oh, wow.
You ain't seen nothing yet.
If you see Commander Riker or any of my crew, give them this.
What is it?
Orders to find a quiet corner of North America...
...and stay out of history's way.
Well, good luck.
To both of us.
You're not leaving, are you?
Lily, when I was held captive on the Borg ship,
my crew risked everything to save me.
There is...
...someone still on this ship,
and I owe him the same.
Go and find your friend.
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 and I.
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 overseen the assimilation of countless millions.
- You were no different! - You're lying.
You wanted more than just another Borg drone.
You wanted a human being with a mind of his own,
who could bridge the gulf between humanity and the Borg.
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're free to go.
Data, go.
No.
I do not wish to go.
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.
Autodestruct sequence deactivated.
Now enter the encryption codes and give me computer control.
Data!
Data.
He will make an excellent drone.
Plasma injectors are online.
Everything's looking good.
- I think we're ready. - They should be out there right now.
We've gotta break the warp barrier
in the next five minutes if we're gonna get their attention.
- Nacelles are charged and ready. - Let's do it!
Engage!
Warp field is looking good.
Structural integrity is holding.
Speed, 20,000 kilometers per second!
Sweet Jesus!
Relax, doctor. I'm sure they're just here to give us a sendoff.
I am bringing the external sensors online.
Thirty seconds to warp threshold.
- Approaching light speed. - We're at critical velocity.
- Quantum torpedoes locked. - Destroy them.
Watch your future's end.
Data!
Resistance is futile.
That should be enough. Throttle back. Take us out of warp.
Is that Earth?
That's it.
It's so small.
It's about to get a whole 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.
Captain's log, April the 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 wanna 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, energize.
- Report. - The moon's gravitational field
obscured our warp signature. The Vulcans did not detect us.
I've reconfigured our warp field to match the chronometric
readings of the Borg sphere.
- Re-create the vortex, commander. - Aye, sir.
- All decks, report ready. - Helm, standing by.
Mr. 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 okay. You know what...
No, no!
Dance to it. You know...
See? Everybody's doing it.