Star Trek: First Contact (1996) - full transcript
In the 24th century, the crew of the Enterprise-E has been ordered to patrol the Romulan Neutral Zone by the Federation to avoid interference with their battle against the insidious Borg. Witnessing the loss of the battle, Captain Jean-Luc Picard ignores orders and takes command of the fleet engaging the Borg. But the Borg plan to travel back into the 21st century through a vortex with the intention to stop Earth's first contact with an alien race (the Vulcans). Following the Borg sphere, Picard and his crew realize that they have taken over the Enterprise in order to carry out their mission. Their only chance to do away with the Borg and their seductive queen is to make sure that Zefram Cochrane makes his famous faster-than-light travel to the stars.
Locutus.
I am locutus of borg.
Resistance is futile.
Authorization, picard
4-7-Alpha-tango.
- Admiral.
- Catch you at a bad time, Jean-Luc?
No, of course not.
I've just received a disturbing
report from deep space five.
Our colony on ivor prime was
destroyed this morning.
- Long-range sensors have picked up...
- Yes, I know. The borg.
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 on a direct
course for earth.
They Will cross the federation
border in less than an hour.
Admiral Hayes is mobilizing a
fleet in the typhon sector.
At maximum Warp, it Will take
us three hours, 25 minutes...
- We're not going.
- What do you mean, we're not going?
Our orders are to
patrol the neutral zone
in case the romulans decide to
take advantage of the situation.
The romulans?
Captain, there has been
no unusual activity
along the romulan border
for the last nine months.
It seems highly unlikely they would
choose this moment to start a conflict.
Does starfleet feel we
need more shakedown time?
Captain, we've been out in space
nearly a year now. We're ready.
The enterprise-e is the most
advanced starship in the fleet.
We should be on the frontline.
I have gone over all this with
starfleet command. Their orders stand.
Number one, set a course
for the neutral zone.
- Bizet?
- Berlioz. What do you have?
We finished our first sensor
sweep of the neutral zone.
Fascinating.
Twenty particles of space
dust per cubic meter,
fifty-two ultraviolet radiation
spikes and a class-2 comet.
This is certainly worthy
of our attention.
Captain, why are we out
here chasing comets?
Let's just say that starfleet
has every confidence
in the enterprise and her crew. They're
just not sure about her captain.
They believe that a man who was once
captured and 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. Your
experience with the borg
makes you the perfect
man to lead this fight.
Admiral Hayes disagrees.
- Bridge to captain picard.
- Go ahead.
We've just received word from the fleet.
They've engaged the borg.
Mr. data, put starfleet
frequency 1-4-8-6 on audio.
Aye, sir.
Flagship to endeavor, stand
by to engage at grid a-15.
Defiant and Bozeman, fall
back to mobile position one.
Acknowledged.
We have it in visual range. A borg cube
on course 0 Mark 2-1-5, speed Warp...
We are the borg. Lower your
shields and surrender your ships.
We Will add your biological and
technological distinctiveness
to our own. Your culture
Will adapt to service us.
Resistance is futile.
All units, open fire.
Remodulate shield...
They've broken through
the defense perimeter...
toward earth. Pursuit course...
The cube is changing course.
0-2-1 Mark 4.
Defiant, continue to attack.
Flagship to starfleet command.
We need reinforcements.
Casualty report is coming in...
96 dead, 22 wounded
on the Lexington.
Lieutenant hawk, set
a course for earth.
- Aye, sir.
- Maximum Warp.
I'm about to commit a direct
violation of our orders.
Any of you who wish to
object should 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.
- Report!
- Main power is off-line.
We've lost shields and
our weapons are gone.
Perhaps today is a good day to die.
Prepare for ramming speed!
Sir, there's another
starship coming in.
It's the enterprise.
The defiant's losing
life support.
Bridge to transporter room 3. Beam
the defiant survivors aboard.
Captain, the admiral's
ship has been destroyed.
What is the status
of the borg cube?
It has sustained heavy
damage to its outer hull.
I am reading fluctuations
in their power grid.
Onscreen.
Number one, open a
channel to the fleet.
Channel open, sir.
This is captain picard of the enterprise.
I'm taking command of the fleet.
Target all of your weapons onto
the following coordinates.
- Fire on my command.
- Sir.
The coordinates you have indicated
do not 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.
What?
I can hear them.
I have a patient here who insists
on coming to the bridge.
Welcome aboard 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.
Data, report.
We appear to be caught
in a temporal wake.
Captain. Earth.
The atmosphere contains high
concentrations of methane,
carbon monoxide and fluorine.
- 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.
But if they changed history,
why are we still here?
The temporal wake must
have somehow protected us
from the changes
in the timeline.
- Sir, the vortex is collapsing.
- Hold your course, Mr. hawk.
We must follow them back, repair
whatever damage they've done.
- Come on.
- Good night, Eddie.
Go home.
You're gonna regret
this tomorrow.
One of the things you should
have learned about me by now
is that I don't have regrets.
- Come on, Lily. One more round.
- Z. Z, you had enough.
I'm not going up in that
thing 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.
- Help! Help!
- Hurry! Move out! Move!
This way! Zefram!
Report.
Shields are down, long-range sensors
are off-line, main power's holding.
According to our astrometric readings,
we are in the mid-21st century.
From the radioactive isotopes in
the atmosphere, I would estimate
we have arrived approximately 10
years after the third world war.
Makes sense. Most of the major
cities have been destroyed,
very few governments
left, 600 million dead.
- No resistance.
- 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 4th, the day before first contact.
- Precisely.
Then the missile complex must be
where Zefram Cochrane is
building his Warp ship.
That's what they came here
to do, stop first contact.
How much damage, lieutenant?
Can't tell. Long-range
sensors are still off-line.
We have to go down there,
find out what happened.
Data, Beverly, you're with me.
Have a security team meet
us in transporter room 3.
Computer, mid-21st century
civilian clothing.
Number one, you have the bridge.
Over here.
They're all dead.
See if one of them is Cochrane.
Data, let's go check the Warp ship.
The structural integrity of the
missile appears to be intact,
but there is significant damage to
various sections of the fuselage
and primary intercooler system.
We should have the original blueprints
in the enterprise computer.
Commander la forge Will need
to bring a team down here...
- Hold your fire! We're here to help you!
- Bullshit!
Captain, I believe
I can handle this.
Greetings.
Captain, this woman
requires medical attention.
Severe theta
radiation poisoning.
Radiation is coming from the
damaged throttle assembly.
We're all gonna have
to be inoculated,
- and I have to get her to sickbay.
- Doctor...
Please, no lectures about
the prime directive.
I Will keep her unconscious.
Very well. Tell commander riker
to beam down with a search party.
We need to find Cochrane.
Crusher to enterprise, two
to beam directly to sickbay.
We have less than 14 hours before
this ship has to be launched.
- Picard to engineering.
- La forge here.
Geordi, Cochrane's ship was
damaged in the attack.
Get down here with an engineering detail.
We have work to do.
Right. I'm on my way, captain.
Alpha team, let's assemble
in transporter room 3.
We're heading down
to the surface.
Porter, you're gonna be in
command till I get back.
- Aye, sir.
- And, Porter,
check out the environmental
controls while I'm gone.
It's getting a little warm in here.
All right, let's go.
Looks like a good
spot right here.
Isn't it amazing?
This ship used to be
a nuclear missile.
It is an historical irony
that Dr. Cochrane would choose an
instrument of mass destruction
to inaugurate an era of peace.
It's a boyhood fantasy, data.
I must've 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 Cochrane
anywhere in the complex.
He has to be here.
There was nothing more important
to him than this ship.
This flight, it was his dream.
Captain, we should
consider the possibility
that Dr. Cochrane was
killed in the attack.
If that's true, then the
future may die with him.
What do you think?
It's like the entire environmental
system's gone crazy.
It's not just engineering.
It's the entire deck.
Maybe it's a problem
with the eps conduits.
Hello?
- Hey!
- Are you talking to me?
Is there anyone else working
maintenance in this section?
Not that I know of.
Paul?
Paul? Are you okay in there?
Captain? What is it?
Picard to enterprise.
Mr. worf, is everything
all right up there?
Yes, sir. We are experiencing some
environmental difficulties on deck 16,
but that is all.
- What kind of difficulties?
- Humidity levels have risen 73%
and the temperature has jumped
10 degrees in the last hour.
- Mr. data and I are returning to the ship.
- Understood.
- Number one, take charge down here.
- Aye, sir.
Damage to her cell
membranes is repaired.
She should be fine,
but I'd like to run another
test on her spinal tissue.
And find out why
it's so hot in here.
Now what?
Crusher to engineering.
Crusher to bridge.
Commander worf, I need to know
exactly what's been happening.
We just lost contact
with deck 16.
Communications, internal
sensors, everything.
I was about to send a
security team to investigate.
No! Seal off deck 16.
Post security teams at
every access point.
- Aye, sir.
- Mr. hawk.
Before we lost internal sensors,
what were the exact environmental
conditions in main engineering?
Atmospheric pressure was two
kilopascals above normal,
ninety-two percent humidity,
39.1 degrees celsius.
Thirty-nine-point-one
degrees celsius.
Like a borg ship.
They knew their ship was doomed.
Our shields were down.
Somehow they transported over
here without being detected.
They'll assimilate the
enterprise, and then earth.
Picard to riker.
Enterprise to away team.
Respond!
Sir, main control is being
rerouted 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 the borg
Will be able to break it.
The borg have cut primary
power to all decks except 16.
The borg won't stay on deck 16.
Wake up. You're all right. Come on.
Come on. Wake up.
Take it easy. Stay calm.
You are all right!
- Now, listen to me. Look at me.
- No!
You are gonna be fine. I
need you to do as I say.
Alyssa, is the emh
program still online?
- It should be.
- That's it. That's a girl.
I swore I'd never use one of these.
Computer, activate the emh program.
Please state the nature
of the medical emergency.
Twenty borg are about to
break through that door.
We need time to get out of here.
Create a diversion!
This isn't part of my program.
I'm a doctor, not a doorstop.
Well, do a dance, tell a story. I don't
care. Just give us a few seconds.
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 establish a collective,
a central point from which
they can control the hive.
The problem is, if we begin firing
particle weapons in engineering,
there's a risk that 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 like all
cybernetic life-forms,
they cannot survive without
their organic components.
I have ordered all weapons to be
set on a rotating modulation.
The borg Will adapt quickly. We Will
be able to fire 12 shots at most.
One other thing.
You may encounter
enterprise crew members
who've already been assimilated.
Don't hesitate to fire.
Believe me, you'll be
doing them a favor.
Let's go.
Deanna! Deanna!
No, no! Don't turn off the...
Who is this jerk?
Who told him he could
turn off my music?
Will riker, Zefram Cochrane.
- Is he a friend of yours?
- Yes.
- Husband?
- No.
Good.
- Now, this, deena...
- Deanna.
- This is the good stuff.
- Dr. Cochrane...
To the Phoenix, may
she rest in peace.
Okay, that wasn't so good.
Will, I think we have
to tell him the truth.
- If we tell the truth, the timeline...
- Timeline?
This is no time to argue about time.
We don't have the time.
- What was I saying?
- You're drunk.
- I am not!
- Yes, you are.
Look, he wouldn't even talk to me
unless I had a drink with him.
And then it took three shots
of something called Tequila
just to find out he was the
one we're looking for.
And I've spent the last 20 minutes
trying to keep his hands off me.
So don't go criticizing
my counseling technique.
Sorry.
It's a primitive culture.
- I'm just trying to blend in.
- You're blended, all right.
I already told him our cover story.
He didn't believe me.
We are running out of time.
Now, if we tell him the truth, do you
think he'll be able to handle it?
If you're looking for my professional
opinion as ship's counselor,
- he's nuts.
- I'll be sure to note that in my log.
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 civilian, a woman
from the 21st century.
- We got separated.
- We Will watch for her.
Worf, she has no idea what's going on.
Try to find her.
Lower your weapons.
They'll ignore us till
they consider us a threat.
The manual release.
Mr. worf, hold this position.
Manual release is online.
Perhaps we should just knock.
Data.
Ready phasers!
Data, cover me.
Captain, they've adapted!
Regroup on deck 15. Don't
let them touch you!
- Captain!
- Data!
Here!
Captain!
Help.
Please, help.
- You! How the hell did you...
- Back off!
- Calm down!
- Shut up!
- Who are you?
- My name is Jean-Luc picard...
No! Who are you with?
What faction?
I'm not a member of the
eastern coalition. Listen...
I said shut up!
I don't care who you're with.
Get me the hell out of here.
Now!
That isn't going to be easy.
Well, you better find a way
to make it easy, soldier,
or I'm gonna start
pushing buttons.
All right!
- Follow me.
- Slow!
Your efforts to break
the encryption codes.
Will not be successful.
Nor Will your attempts to
assimilate me into your collective.
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.
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!
- Here we go.
- All right, take a look.
- Well, well, well.
What do 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 Lily's up there right now?
- That's right.
Can I talk to her?
We've lost contact with the enterprise.
We don't know why yet.
So, what is it you
want me to do?
Simple. Conduct your Warp flight
tomorrow morning just as you planned.
Why tomorrow morning?
Because at 11:00 an alien ship Will begin
passing through this solar system.
Alien. You mean
extraterrestrials?
- More bad guys?
- Good guys.
They're on a survey mission.
They have no interest in earth.
Too primitive.
Doctor, tomorrow morning, when they
detect the Warp signature from your ship
and realize that humans have
discovered how to travel
faster than light, they
decide to alter their course.
They make first contact
with earth, right here.
- Here?
- Actually, over there.
It is one of the pivotal moments
in human history, doctor.
You get to make first
contact with an alien race,
and after you do, everything
begins to change.
Your theories on Warp drive allow
fleets of starships to be built,
and mankind to start
exploring the galaxy.
It unites humanity in a way that
no one ever thought possible
when they realize they'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.
Look, doc, I know this is
a lot for you to take in,
but we're running out of time here.
We need your help.
What do you say?
Why not?
It's pretty bad, sir.
It looks like they control
decks 26 up to 11.
But when they took deck
11, they just stopped.
The borg have assimilated more than
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 would not have stopped there
unless it gave them a
tactical advantage.
Return to your checkpoint.
- Send reports every 10 minutes.
- Right, sir.
Something must've
happened in sickbay.
Where are Dr. crusher
and the others?
Why did you break
the cease-fire?
- We didn't attack you!
- Who did?
There's a new faction
that wants to prevent your
launch tomorrow morning,
but we are here to help you.
This may be difficult for you to accept,
but you are not in Montana anymore.
You're on a ship, a spaceship orbiting
the earth at an altitude of...
You wanna help me,
get me out of here.
All right.
You want a way out. Here it is.
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 to me. I'm not your
enemy, and I can get you home,
but first you must put that
weapon down and trust me.
Jean-Luc picard.
My name. That's my name.
What's yours?
Lily.
Welcome aboard, Lily.
Thank you.
Maximum setting. If you'd fired
this, you would've vaporized me.
It's my first ray gun.
There's no glass.
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.
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
organizational 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 seem to know
so much about me,
you must be 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 would appear you are
attempting to graft organic skin
onto my endoskeletal structure.
What a cold description for
such a beautiful gift.
Was that good for you?
How many planets are
in this federation?
Over 150, spread across
8,000 light-years.
You must not get home much.
Actually, I tend to think
of this ship as home.
But if it's earth you're talking about,
I try to get back whenever I can.
Good. They haven't broken
the encryption codes yet.
Who, those bionic zombies
you told me about? The...
- Borg.
- Borg? Sounds Swedish.
- How big is this ship?
- There are 24 decks,
almost 700 meters long.
It took me six months to
scrounge up enough titanium
just to build a
four-meter cockpit.
How much did this thing cost?
The economics of the future
are 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. Cochrane.
All right! All right.
- Come on.
- Is there another way around?
I know what I'm doing.
Definitely not Swedish.
What the hell are you doing?
Perhaps something in satin?
I'm sorry, gentlemen,
but we're closing.
And you do understand we
have a strict dress code,
so if you boys don't
leave right now, I'll...
I'm looking for Nicky the nose.
The nose? He hasn't
been here in months.
This is the wrong chapter.
Computer! Begin chapter 13.
Try and look as if you're
having a good time.
No, no, no, look at me!
Try to act naturally.
There he is.
Ruby, this is not a good time.
It's never the time for us, is it, dix?
Always some excuse,
some case you're working on.
I have to talk to Nicky.
I'll see you later.
Okay, but watch your caboose.
And dump the broad.
Well, well, well. Look
what the cat dragged in.
What's shaking, dix?
The usual, Nick. Martinis and skirts.
Excuse me.
Hey, I'm going to take
that personal in a second.
No offense.
Hey!
Hey!
I think you got him.
I don't get it.
I thought you said this was all
just a bunch of holograms.
- If it's holograms...
- 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 been receiving
from the collective.
Oh, my. Jean-Luc, it's
one of your uniforms.
Yes, this was ensign lynch.
Tough luck, huh?
I've gotta get to the bridge.
Good morning, sir.
Doctor?
- Yeah?
- Would you mind taking a look at this?
Yeah.
I tried to reconstruct
the intermix chamber
from what I remember in school.
Tell me if I got 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 Cochrane."
Well, it looks like
you got it right.
Commander, this is what
we're thinking of using
to replace the damaged
Warp plasma conduit.
Yeah, reg. Yeah, that's good,
but you need to reinforce this
copper tubing with a nanopolymer.
Dr. Cochrane, I know this sounds
silly, but can I shake your hand?
Thank you, doctor.
I can't tell you what an honor it is
to work with you on this project.
- Reg.
- I never imagined that I'd be meeting
- the man who invented Warp drive. I...
- Reg!
I'm sorry. Right. Thanks.
Do they have to keep doing that?
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?
You know, 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?
Leak! I get it.
That's pretty funny.
Excuse me.
Commander?
- Captain.
- Jean-Luc.
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 have tried to restore power to
the bridge and the weapon systems,
- but we have been unsuccessful.
- We have another problem.
I've accessed a borg
neuroprocessor,
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 21st 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.
Then 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...
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 am
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 am
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 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.
Well, if we set our phasers
to full power, we can...
No. There's a risk that we 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, doc, 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.
Only 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.
You 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 want to 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, 10 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 5 and 6.
They've adapted to every
modulation of our weapons.
It's like we're shooting blanks.
We'll have to work on
finding 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
auto-destruct 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, Mr.
worf.
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.
- It is...
- 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...
- Wait!
The weapon systems.
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 that staying here
and fighting the
borg is suicide.
They're just afraid to
come in here 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.
- 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 pre-ignition sequence.
Begin auto-destruct sequence.
Authorization, picard 4-7-Alpha-tango.
Computer, commander
Beverly crusher.
Confirm auto-destruct sequence.
Authorization, crusher 2-2-beta-Charlie.
Computer, lieutenant
commander worf.
Confirm auto-destruct sequence.
Authorization, worf 3-7-gamma-echo.
Command authorization accepted.
Awaiting final code to begin
auto-destruct 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 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.
Captain.
Data?
Control to Phoenix. Final launch
sequence checks are complete.
Good luck.
- Everybody ready to make some history?
- Always am.
- I think I forgot something.
- What?
I don't know. It's
probably nothing.
Begin ignition sequence.
- 20, 19...
- Oh, god!
- Now I remember!
- What?
- Where is it?
- What?
- We can't lift off without it!
- Geordi, we've got to abort.
No! No, wait, I found it.
12, 11, 10,
9, 8...
Let's rock and roll! 7, 6...
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.
3, 2, 1,
Mark!
Okay, let's bring the
Warp core online.
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 are 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.
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 online.
Everything's looking good.
I think we're ready.
They should be out
there right now.
We better 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 send-off.
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?
Zero-point-six-eight
seconds, sir.
For an android, that
is nearly an eternity.
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. Energize.
- Report.
- The moon's gravitational field
obscured our Warp signature.
The vulcans did not detect us.
Captain, I've reconfigured
our Warp field
to match the chronometric
readings of the borg sphere.
- Recreate 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.