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.