Star Trek: Nemesis (2002) - full transcript

After a joyous wedding between William Riker and Deanna Troi, Captain Picard and the Enterprise crew stumble upon a mysterious signal which results in it being a prototype android who is the twin to Data. Then the Enterprise is invited to Romulus to negotiate peace with the Romulans by their new Praetor named Shinzon. However, Shinzon is revealed to be a clone of Picard who was raised on Remus, a slave planet to the Romulans. Later on, Picard discovers that this peace treaty was nothing more than a set-up due to the fact that Shinzon needs Picard in order to survive. But little do the Enterprise crew know that Shinzon also plans to do away with the Federation by unleashing a weapon that could destroy a whole planet. - stop by if you're interested in the nutritional composition of food
Senators, consider the opportunities for the Empire.

At Iast, the destinies of the planets Romulus and Remus will be united.

Shinzon of Remus is offering us a chance

to make ourselves stronger than ever before.

It would be madness to reject it.

l beg you not to let prejudice or politics

interfere with this alliance.

By joining Shinzon's forces with ours,

not even the Federation will be able to stand in our way...

That's enough!

The decision has been made.

The military does not dictate policy on Romulus.

The Senate has considered Shinzon's proposal and rejected it.

He and his followers will be met with all deliberate force

and sent back to that black rock they came from.

-Do I make myself clear?
-Yes, sir.

If you will excuse me, Praetor.

l have an appointment with the Tholian ambassador.

Of course.

Senators, are there any others who wish to speak?

Then I call for a vote on the motion to open trade negotiations with Celes ll.

As you know, the Reman mines

have not been filling their quotas for months now.

l hope that you will all bear in mind the trade committee's findings.

As much as we don't want...

Would someone alert security?

Bring back Senator Tal'Aura.


A starship captain's life is filled with solemn duty.

l have commanded men in battle.

l have negotiated peace treaties between implacable enemies.

l have represented the Federation

in first contact with 27 alien species.

But none of this compares with my solemn duty today

as best man.

Now, I know on an occasion such as this,

it is expected that I be gracious

and fulsome in my praise on the wonders of this blessed union.

But have the two of you considered what you are doing to me?

Of course you're happy, but what about my needs?

This is all a damned inconvenience.

While you're happily settling in on the Titan,

l will be training my new First Officer. You all know him.

He's a tyrannical martinet who will never

ever allow me to go on away missions.

That is the regulation, sir. Starfleet Code, Section 1 2, Paragraph...

-Mr. Data.

-Shut up.
-Yes, sir.

Fifteen years l've been waiting to say that.

No, seriously.

Will, Deanna, there's still time to reconsider.



No? Oh, very well, then.

Will Riker, you have been my trusted right arm for 1 5 years.

You have kept my course true and steady.

Deanna Troi, you've been my guide and my conscience.

You've helped me recognize the better parts of myself.

You are my family.

And in best maritime tradition,

l wish you both clear horizons.

My good friends, make it so.

The bride and groom.

-To the bride and groom.
-To the bride and groom.

You ever think about getting married again?

No. Twenty-three was my limit.


-Are you all right?
-Romulan ale should be illegal.

It is.

-That was a lovely toast.
-It was from the heart.

And you needn't worry.

I'm going to brief your new counselor on everything she needs to know.

Oh, like hell you are. You already know too much about me.

l take it that there will be no speeches during the ceremony on Betazed?

No. No speeches and no clothes.

Ladies and gentlemen and invited transgendered species,

in my study of Terran and Betazoid conjugal rites

I've discovered it is traditional to present the happy couple

with a gift.

Given Commander Riker's affection for archaic musical forms,

I have elected to present the following as my gift

in honor of their conjugation.


Never saw the sun shining so bright

Never saw things going so right

Noticing the days hurrying by

When you're in Iove, my how they fly

Blue skies Smiling at me

lrving Berlin.

Nothing but blue skies Do I see

It's tradition, Worf.

You, of all people, should appreciate that.

l will not do it.

Won't do what, Mr. Worf?

Captain, I do not think it is appropriate

for a Starfleet officer to appear naked.

Oh, come now.

A big, handsome, strapping fellow like you? What can you be afraid of?

Captain, I'm picking up an unusual electromagnetic signature

from the Kolarin system.

-What sort of signature?

It's very faint.

But l've isolated it to the third planet in the Kolarin system.

-What do we know about it?

We'll have to get closer for a more detailed scan.


Since positronic signatures have only been known to emanate

from androids such as myself,

it is logical to theorize there is an android on Kolarus lll.

Just what I was afraid of. Captain,

diverting to the Kolarin system

takes us awfully close to the Romulan Neutral Zone.

It's still well on our side. I think...

l think it's worth taking a look. Don't worry, Number One.

We'll still have you to Betazed with plenty of time to spare.

Thank you, sir.

Where we will all honor the Betazoid tradition.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the gym.

Mr. Branson, lay in a course for the Kolarin system, warp 5.

What do you think, Data? A long-lost relative?

I'm reading six distinct positronic signatures

spread out over a few kilometers on the planet's surface.

What do we know about the population of Kolarus lll?

lsolated pockets of humanoids.

It appears to be a pre-warp civilization

at an early stage of industrial development.

Captain, I wouldn't recommend using the transporter.

That ion storm doesn't look very neighborly.

It could head in our direction without much warning.


-Data, Mr. Worf, you're with me.
-Captain, I don't have to remind you...

l appreciate your concern, Number One.

-But l've been itching to try the Argo.
-I'll bet.

Captain's prerogative. There's no foreseeable danger.

And your wife would never forgive me if anything were to happen to you.

You have the Bridge, Mr. Troi.

l will always be puzzled by the human predilection

for piloting vehicles at unsafe velocities.

Over that rise, sir. Half a kilometer.

The radiant electromagnetic field is interfering with my tricorder.

We are within a few meters of the signal.

Fan out. Let's search around.

-It appears to be a robotic arm.
-Very astute.

Mr. Worf, bring it to the vehicle.

This doesn't feel right.

The final signature is approximately 1 00 meters to the north, sir.

It's you.

The resemblance is striking.


To the vehicle.

l think it's time to try some unsafe velocities.

Why do you have a shiny head?

This is not the appropriate time for a conversation.


Because the Captain has to concentrate on piloting the vehicle.



Sorry, sir.

Have I said something wrong?


-That's negative 3, cos/bar standard.
-Valve transfer initiated.

You know, all things considered, Data, I think you have nicer eyes.

Our eyes are identical, Doctor.

So what have we got, Geordi?

I'd say he has the same internal mechanics as Data

but not as much positronic development.

The neural pathways aren't nearly as sophisticated.

I'd say he's a prototype.

Something Dr. Soong created prior to Data.

Do you have a name, sir?

l am B-4.


Dr. Soong's penchant for whimsical names seems to have no end.

Can you tell us how you came to be on the planet where we found you?

l do not know.

Do you remember anything of your life before you were on the planet?

No. Why does the tall man have a furry face?

Number One, keep me informed. And, Geordi, reassemble him.

Aye, sir.

B-4, do you know who I am?

You are me.


My name is Data.

l am your brother.

Tea, Earl Grey, hot.

Captain, you have an Alpha Priority communication

-from Starfleet Command.

Admiral Janeway, how good to see you again.

Jean-Luc. How would you Iike a trip to Romulus?

-With or without the rest of the fleet?
-A diplomatic mission.

We've been invited, believe it or not.

Seems there's been some kind of internal political shake-up.

The new Praetor, someone called Shinzon,

has requested a Federation envoy.

-New Praetor?
-Here's more. He's Reman.

Believe me, we don't understand it, either.

You're the closest ship.

So I want you to go and hear what he has to say.

Get the lay of the land.

If the Empire becomes unstable, it could mean trouble for the entire quadrant.


We're sending you aIl the intelligence we have.

But it's not much.

I don't need to teIl you to watch your back, Jean-Luc.


The Son'a, the Borg, the Romulans.

You seem to get aIl the easy assignments.

Just lucky, Admiral.

Let's hope that Iuck holds. Janeway out.

Helmsman, lay in a new course. Take us to Romulus. Warp 8.

-Aye-aye, sir. Course plotted and laid in.

I'm afraid The Opal Sea will have to wait, Number One.


As you can see, one side of Remus always faces the sun.

Due to the extreme temperatures on that half of their world,

the Remans live on the dark side of the planet.

Almost nothing is known of the Reman homeworld,

although intelligence scans have proven

the existence of dilithium mining and heavy weapons construction.

The Remans themselves are considered

an undesirable caste in the hierarchy of the Empire.

But they also have a reputation for being formidable warriors.

In the Dominion War, Reman troops were used as assault forces

in the most violent encounters.

Cannon fodder.

Yeah, but how did a Reman get to be Praetor? I don't get it.

We have to assume he had Romulan collaborators.

Coup d'├ętat?

The Praetor's power has always been the Romulan fleet.

They must have been behind Shinzon for him to have overthrown the Senate.

What have we learned about Shinzon?

Starfleet intelligence was only able to provide

a partial account of his military record.

We can infer he is relatively young and a capable commander.

He fought 1 2 major engagements in the war. All successful.

Beyond that, we know nothing.

Well, it seems as though we're truly sailing into the unknown.

Keep at it. Anything you can give me will be appreciated. Dismissed.

l still can't believe the Captain went along with a memory download.

Captain Picard agrees that the B-4 was probably designed

with the same self-actualization parameters as myself.

If my memory engrams are successfully integrated into his positronic matrix,

he should have all my abilities.

Yeah. But he would also have all of your memories as well.

-You feel comfortable with that?
-l feel nothing, Geordi.

It is my belief that with my memory engrams

he'll be able to function as a more complete individual.

-An individual more like you, you mean?

Maybe he's not supposed to be like you, Data.

Maybe he's supposed to be exactly the way he is.

That might be so.

But I believe he should have the opportunity to explore his potential.

Okay. We're done.

B-4, do you know where you are?

l am in a room with lights.

Can you remember our father?

-Our father?
-Yes. Dr. Soong.


Do you know the name of the Captain of this vessel?

Captain... No.

Data, he's assimilating a lot of programming.

Remember, he's a prototype, a lot less sophisticated than you are.

We just don't know if his matrix will be able to adapt.

We really need to give him some time.

Geordi, what purpose does this serve?


That's a redundant memory port.

Maybe the provisional memory storage is in case his neural pathways overload.

Do you mind if I keep him here for a while?

Run a few diagnostics?

No, I do not mind.


No. You must remain with Commander La Forge.

He is going to try to help you.

Captain's Log. Stardate 56844.9.

The Enterprise has arrived at Romulus

and is waiting at the designated coordinates.

AIl our hails have gone unanswered.

We've been waiting for 17 hours.

-They're out there, sir.

Captain, I recommend we raise shields.

Not yet, Mr. Worf.

Captain, with all due respect to diplomatic protocol,

the Federation Council isn't sitting out here, we are.

Patience. Diplomacy is a very exacting occupation.

-We will wait.

-Raising shields.

-Tactical analysis, Mr. Worf.

Fifty-two disruptor banks, 27 photon torpedo bays,

primary and secondary shields.

She's a predator.

We are being hailed.



we are the Reman warbird, Scimitar.

-Praetor Shinzon, I'm pleased to...
-I am not Shinzon.

I am his viceroy.

We are sending transport coordinates.

-Not very chatty.
-Away team, Transporter Room 4.

l hope you'll forgive the darkness.

We are not comfortable in the light.

-Praetor Shinzon?
-Captain Picard.

Jean-Luc Picard.

I'd always imagined you a little taller. lsn't that odd?

Now, you may scan me without subterfuge, Commander Data.

-You are not as we imagined you.

You are human.

Why have you asked us to come here?


-l've never met a human woman before.
-I'm only half human.

Deanna Troi of Betazed.

Empathic and telepathic abilities. Ship's counselor.

All this I knew. But I never knew you were so beautiful.

You seem quite familiar with our personnel.

Oh, I am, Commander Riker.

May I touch your hair?

We came to Romulus on a matter we were assured was of great importance.

If you have anything to say to us

as representatives of the Federation, I suggest you do it now.

Yes. I'm sorry, Captain.

There is so much we need to talk about.

l would be interested to know what we are talking about.

Unity, Captain.

Tearing down the walls between us to recognize that we are one.

I'm talking of the thing that makes us the same.

Peace. We want peace.

Right now you're thinking this all sounds too good to be true,

but you're also thinking

that the chance for peace is too promising to ignore.

Am I right?


Then, perhaps it's time to add some illumination to our discussion.

Computer, raise the lighting four levels.

When I was very young, I was stricken with an odd disease.

l developed a hyper-sensitivity to sound.

Even the slightest whisper caused me agony.

No one could do anything about it.

Finally, I was taken to a doctor who had some experience of Terran illnesses.

And he diagnosed me with Shalaft's Syndrome.

Do you know of it, Captain?


Then you know it's a very rare syndrome.


Apparently, all the male members of a family have it.

Eventually, I was treated and now I can hear as well as you can, Captain.

l can see as well as you can.

l can feel everything you feel.

In fact,

l feel exactly what you feel.

Don't l, Jean-Luc?

Come to dinner tomorrow on Romulus. Just the two of us.

Or should I say, just the one of us?

l think you'll be wanting this.

Until tomorrow then, Captain. We have much to discuss.

Computer, return lighting to previous level.

There's no doubt, Captain.

Right down to your aggressive strain of Shalaft's Syndrome.

He's a clone.

They probably used a hair follicle or a skin cell.

-l intend to find out, Number One.

Inform Starfleet of the situation.

l need to know where the hell he came from.


We supported you, Shinzon, when you assassinated the Senate.

You told us the timing was perfect for an attack on the Federation.

l don't understand why now you delay.

You don't have to understand.

And bringing the Enteprrise here,

what possible purpose could that serve?

-l have a purpose.
-Then, perhaps you'll enlighten us.

Silence, Romulan!

You really must learn patience, Commander.

Spend 1 8 hours every day under the lash of a Romulan guard

and you'll soon understand patience.

Now go.

Commander Donatra.

Please remain.

There's a word I want you to consider.

Allegiance. It's something I demand from those who serve me.

-Do I serve you?

And, I think, faithfully.

Commander Suran, on the other hand,

gives me pause.

Here's another word, Praetor.


Do you trust me?

How far does that trust extend?

How deep does it go?

What must a commander do to prove herself faithful to you?

What must a woman do?

You are not a woman.

You are a Romulan.

Serve me faithfully and you will be rewarded.

Keep those lovely eyes on Commander Suran.

And at the first sign of treachery...

Dispose of him?

Then you will have proven yourself.

Now go.

And, Commander,

if you ever touch me again,

I'll kill you.

The Romulans had somehow gained possession of your DNA

and I had been created.

And when I was ready, they were going to replace you with me.

Put a Romulan agent at the heart of Starfleet.

-It was a bold plan.
-What happened?

As happens frequently on Romulus,

a new government came to power. They decided to abandon the plan.

They were afraid that I might be discovered

and that it would lead to war.

Not quite the face you remember.

Not quite.

A lifetime of violence will do that.

They broke my nose, my jaw.

But so much is the same.

The eyes.

-Surely you recognize the eyes?

Our eyes reflect our lives, don't they?

And yours are so confident.

So, I'm not as tall as you expected?

l had always hoped I might hit two meters.

As had l.

How did you end up on Remus?

They sent me there to die.

How could a mere human survive the dilithium mines?

Not that it mattered

as I was no Ionger part of their plans against the Federation.

In those terrible depths Iived only the damned.

Together with the Reman slaves,

I was condemned to an existence of unceasing Iabor and starvation

under the brutal heel of the Romulan guards.

Only the very strongest had any hope of survival.

I was only a child when they took me.

Then I didn't see the sun or the stars again for nearly 1 0 years.

The only thing the Romulan guards hated more than the Remans

was me.

But one man took pity on me.

The man that became my viceroy.

He protected me from the cruelty of the guards

and taught me how to survive.

And in that dark place where there was nothing of myself,

I found my Reman brothers.

They showed me the only true kindness l've ever known.

You're doing this to liberate the Remans?

That is the single thought behind everything I have done.

From building the Scimitarat a secret base to assembling my army.

Finally, coming to Romulus in force.

l knew they would never give us our freedom. I would have to take it.

How many Romulans died for your freedom?

Too many.

But the point is that finally the Empire is realizing that there is a better way.

And that way is peace.

-You don't trust me.
-l have no reason to.

You have every reason.

If you had lived my life and experienced the suffering of my people

you'd be standing where I am.

And if you had lived my life

you would understand my responsibility to the Federation.

l cannot allow my personal feelings to unduly influence my decisions.

All I have are my personal feelings.

l want to know what it means to be human.

The Remans have given me a future.

-But you can tell me about my past.
-l can tell you about my past.

-Were we Picards always warriors?
-l think of myself as an explorer.

Were we always explorers?

l was the first Picard to leave our solar system.

It caused quite a stir in the family.

But I'd spent my youth...

Looking up at the stars, dreaming about what was up there, about...

New worlds.

I'm trying to believe you, Shinzon.

If there is one ideal that the Federation holds most dear,

it is that all men,

all races, can be united.

What better example?

A Starfleet captain standing in the Romulan Senate.

Nothing would make me more proud than to take your hand in friendship.

In time.

When that trust has been earned.

Captain, we have had an unauthorized access into the main computer.


It's gonna take some time to figure that out, Captain.

The data stream was re-routed through sub-stations all over the ship.

-What programs were accessed?
-That's what I can't figure out.

It's mostly just basic stellar cartography.

Star charts, communications protocols,

some uplinks from colony tracking stations.

It's not even restricted material.

Nevertheless, we must learn the source. Keep me informed.

Captain, there's something else.

l was reviewing the sensor logs. Look at this.

When the Scimitarde-cloaked,

there was a momentary spike in the tertiary EM band. There.

You're not going to believe this. It's thalaron.

l thought thalaron radiation was theoretical.

Which is why our initial scans didn't pick it up. But he's got it, Captain.

Thalaron research was banned in the Federation

because of its biogenic properties.

It has the ability to consume organic material at the subatomic level.

l can't overestimate the danger of thalaron radiation, Jean-Luc.

A microscopic amount could kill every living thing

on this ship in a matter of seconds.

l understand. Keep on it.

l want to know what he has and how we can neutralize any threat.

l need options.

This was a mistake. We're wasting time.

My time.

And I shall spend it how I choose.

Do not forget our mission, Shinzon.

We must act. Now.

We'll return to the Scimitar.

l was merely curious about him.


Beverly, come in.

Remember him?

-He was a bit cocky, as I recall.
-He was a damned fool.

Selfish. Ambitious. Very much in need of seasoning.

He turned out all right.

l really wanted to believe Shinzon.

But this thalaron radiation just can't be explained away.

Whatever he's after, it isn't peace.

ls he very much the way you were?

Oh, yes.

-Data to Captain Picard.
-Go ahead, Data.


Geordi and I have identified the source of the unauthorized computer access.

And I believe we have found a way to gain a tactical advantage.

On my way.


As ship's counselor, I recommend you get some sleep.

Some honeymoon.

Come to bed.


He can never know you as I can.

He can never touch you as I can.

-This isn't real!
-Then feel my lips.

I'm with you, imzadi.

I'll always be with you now.

-This isn't real!
-Deanna, what's the matter?



The bond has been broken.

Find her again.


we've received the transponder signal.

It's accelerating. You have no more time for games.

Have the doctors prepare.


Begin the download.

Tea, hot.

Aside from slightly elevated levels of adrenalin and serotonin,

you're perfectly normal.

Deanna, can you describe it?

It was...

It was a violation.

Shinzon's viceroy seems to have the ability to reach into my thoughts.

l've become a liability. I request to be relieved of my duties.

Permission denied.

If you can endure more of these assaults, I need you at my side.

Now more than ever.

The Enterprise is far from Federation space...

Worf, shields up!

Hello, Jean-Luc.

Why am I here? Why have you done this?

l was lonely.

-What are you going to do?
-l need a sample of your blood.

What is it your Borg friends say? "Resistance is futile."

Oh, yes, the android.

-The bait you couldn't refuse.
-All of this so you could capture me?

Don't be so vain.

After we found it, we had to make a few modifications.

An extra memory port, a hidden transponder.

l've now gained access to Starfleet's communications protocol.

l now know the exact location of your entire fleet.

-You may go.

Out of my sight.

What is all this about?

It's about destiny, Picard.

-It's about a Reman outcast.
-You're not Reman!

And I'm not quite human. So what am l?

My life is meaningless as long as you're still alive.

What am I while you exist?

A shadow? An echo?

If your issues are with me, then deal with me.

This has nothing to do with my ship. Nothing to do with the Federation.

But it does.

We will no longer bow before anyone as slaves.

Not the Romulans, and not your mighty Federation.

We are a race bred for war.

And conquest.

Are you ready to plunge the entire quadrant into war

to satisfy your own personal demons?

It amazes me how little you know yourself.

-I'm incapable of such an act.
-You are me.

The same noble Picard blood runs through our veins.

Had you lived my life, you'd be doing exactly as I am.

So look in the mirror. See yourself.

Consider that, Captain.

l can think of no greater torment for you.


I'm a mirror for you as well.

Not for long, Captain.

I'm afraid you won't survive to witness

the victory of the echo over the voice.

His cloak is perfect.

No tachyon emissions, no residual antiprotons.

Keep at it, Geordi. Find a way in.

Praetor Shinzon needs the prisoner.

-About time, Mr. Data.
-My mission was a success, sir.

l've located the source of the radiation.

This entire ship is essentially a thalaron generator.

Its power relays lead to an activation matrix on the Bridge.

-It's a weapon.
-It would appear so.

What about the download?

Shinzon believes he has our communication protocols.

They will give him inaccurate locations for all Starfleet vessels.

-Good work.

Geordi supplied me with a prototype for the Emergency Transport Unit.

l recommend you use this, sir, to return to the Enteprrise.

-It'll only work for one of us.
-Yes, sir.

We'll find a way off together.

It is time for the procedure.

Move, puny human animal.

A bit less florid, Data.

Kill him!

This way, sir.

There is a shuttlebay 94 meters from our current position.

-There it is, sir.


It appears to have an encrypted security system.

Alacrity would be appreciated, Commander!

Reman is a most complex language with pictographs

representing certain verb roots...

While I find that fascinating, Data, we really need that door open!

According to the ship's manifest, they're Scorpion-class attack fliers.

-Data, what do you imagine this is?
-Port thruster, sir.

Would you like me to drive, sir?

Data, can you open the shuttlebay doors?

Negative, sir. They've erected a force field

around the external portholes.

Well, then, only one way to go.

Do you think this is a wise course of action, sir?

We're about to find out, Data.

Power up the disruptors.

-Ready, Captain.

Tractor beam, now!

Worf, lock on transporters.

l have them, sir.

This has gone far enough.

I thought we'd discussed patience, Commander.

Mine is wearing thin.

We supported you because you promised action.

And yet, you delay.

The Enteprrise is immaterial.

It won't even make it out of the Neutral Zone.

And in two days

the Federation will be crippled beyond repair.

Does that satisfy you?

For the moment.

And when I return,

you and I shaIl have a Iittle talk

about showing proper respect.

What's happening to his face?

Commander, a moment.

Are you truly prepared to have your hands drenched in blood?

He's not planning to defeat Earth.

He's planning its annihilation.

And his sins will mark us and our children for generations.

The more I studied his DNA, the more confusing it got.

Finally, I could come to only one conclusion.

Shinzon was created with temporal RNA sequencing.

He was designed so that at a certain point

his aging process could be accelerated

to reach your age more quickly.

He was engineered to skip 30 years of his life.

But when the temporal sequencing wasn't activated,

his cellular structure started breaking down.

He's dying.


Can anything be done for him?

Nothing, except a complete transfusion

from the only donor with compatible DNA.


-How long does he have?
-l can't say for sure.

But the rate of decay seems to be accelerating.

Then he'll come for me.


-l cannot move.

l have only activated your cognitive and communication subroutines.


-Because you are dangerous.

You have been programmed to gather information

that can be used against this ship.

l do not understand.

l know.

Do you know anything about Shinzon's plans against the Federation?


Do you have any knowledge of the tactical abilities of his ship?


Can I move now?


What are you doing?

-l must deactivate you.
-For how long?


How long is...

A long time, brother.

It's called a cascading biogenic pulse.

The unique properties of thalaron radiation

allow the energy beam to expand almost without limit.

Depending on its radiant intensity, it could encompass a ship

or a planet.

He would only have built a weapon of such scope

for one reason.

-He's going after Earth.
-How can you be certain?

l know how he thinks.

Destroy humanity, you cripple the Federation.

-The Romulans invade.
-No way of penetrating his cloak?


So he could pass within 1 0 meters of every ship in Starfleet

and they'd never know.

We do have one advantage, though.

He needs your blood to live.

-He might come after you first.
-I'm counting on it.

We've been ordered to Sector 1 0-45.

Our fleet has been diverted to meet us there.

-Strength in numbers.
-Yes, at least that's what we hope.

He must not be allowed to use that weapon.

All other concerns are secondary.

You understand me?

Yes, sir.

All hands, battle stations.

Initiate the force field.

Captain's Personal Log, supplemental.

We're heading toward Federation space at maximum warp.

The crew has responded

with the dedication I've come to expect of them.

Like a thousand other commanders on a thousand other battlefields,

I wait for the dawn.

How long?

A matter of hours.

We must begin the procedure now.

How long until we reach the Rift?

Seven minutes.

Data, what's our current position?

How soon until we reach the fleet?

At our current velocity,

we will arrive at Sector 1 0-45 in approximately 40 minutes, sir.

"For now we see but through a glass, darkly."

-He said he is a mirror.

-Of you, sir?

l do not agree.

Although you share the same genetic structure,

the events of your life have created a unique individual.

If I had lived his life,

is it possible that I would have rejected my humanity?

The B-4 is physically identical to me

although his neural pathways are not as advanced.

But even if they were, he would not be me.

-How can you be sure?
-l aspire, sir, to be better than I am.

B-4 does not. Nor does Shinzon.

We are passing through the Bassen Rift, sir.

The projection will return when we have cleared it.

It's interfering with our uplink from Starfleet cartography?

The Rift affects all long-range...

Commander Riker, evasive maneuvers.

Target weapons systems and shields.

l don't want the Enteprrise destroyed.

Can you learn to see in the dark, Captain?


He's firing from the cloak. We can't get a lock.

He disabled our warp drive with his first shot.

We only have impulse, Captain.

Mr. Worf, prepare a full phaser spread, zero elevation.

All banks on my mark.

Scan for shield impacts. Stand by photon torpedoes.

Aye, sir.


You're too slow, old man.

Attack pattern Shinzon Theta.

We are losing dorsal shields.

Full axis rotation to port!

Fire all ventral phasers.

Minimal damage to the Scimitar.

Defensive pattern Kirk Epsilon. Get the shields online, Geordi.

Already on it.

Counselor Troi, report to the Bridge.

Captain, we are being hailed.


Captain Picard,

wiIl you join me in your Ready Room?

You can't trace my holographic emitters, Captain,

so don't bother. And you can't contact Starfleet.

It's just the two of us now, Jean-Luc.

As it should be.

-Why are you here?
-To accept your surrender.

I can clearly destroy you at any time.

Lower your shields and allow me to transport you to my ship.

And the Enteprrise?

I have little interest in your quaint vessel, Captain.

Look at me, Shinzon.

Your heart, your hands,

your eyes are the same as mine.

The blood pumping within you, the raw material is the same.

We have the same potential.

-That's the past, Captain.
-It can be the future.

Buried deep within you,

beneath all the years of pain and anger,

there is something that has never been nurtured,

the potential to make yourself a better man

and that is what it is to be human.

To make yourself more than you are.

Oh, yes.

l know you.

There was a time you looked at the stars

and dreamed of what might be.

Childish dreams, Captain.

Lost in the dilithium mines of Remus.

I am what you see now.

l see more than that. I see what you could be.

The man who is Shinzon of Remus and Jean-Luc Picard

could never exterminate the population of an entire planet.

He's better than that.

He is what his life has made him.

And what will you do with that life? Waste it in a blaze of hatred?

There is a better way.

It's too late.

Never. You still have a choice. Make the right one now.

-I can't fight what I am.
-Yes, you can.

I'Il show you my true nature.

Our nature.

And as Earth dies, remember:

I wiIl always, forever be Shinzon of Remus.

And my voice shaIl echo through time Iong after

yours has faded to a dim memory.

Two ships de-cloaking, sir. Romulan.


Just when I thought this couldn't get any worse.

We are being hailed.


Captain Picard, Commander Donatra ofthe warbird Valdore.

Might we be of assistance?


The Empire considers this a matter of internal security.

We regret you've become involved.

Commander, when this is over, I owe you a drink.

Romulan ale, Captain. Let's get to work.

You heard the lady.

Let's go to work.

Mr. Worf, coordinate our attack with the Valdore Tactical Officer.

Triangulate all fire on any shield impacts.

Aye, sir.

Aft shields down to 40%.

Keep our bow on the Scimitar. Auxiliary power to forward shields.

Aye, sir.

Target the flanking warbird. All forward disruptor banks on my mark.

-Forward shields down to 1 0%.
-Bring us about.

Drop cloak on the aft port quadrant. Prepare for full emergency stop.

-You heard me!

He's losing his cloak. Stand by all forward disruptor banks.

She's almost on us.

Not yet.

-Full stop. Fire!

Restore the aft cloak and bring us about.

I'm afraid that drink will have to wait, Captain.

-You have life support?
-For the moment.

-But we're dead in the water.

We're losing structural integrity

on Decks 1 2 through 1 7, sections 4 through 1 0.

Emergency Force fields are holding.

Evacuate those decks. Re-route field power to forward shields.


l think I may have a way to find them.

Prepare for a lateral run, all starboard disruptors.

What is it?

She's here.

He's resisting me.


Remember me?


Fire at will.

Prepare a boarding party. Bring me Picard.


Get the cloak back!

Target all shield coordinates, Beta-3. All disruptors fire!

Captain, we've lost ventral shielding on Deck 29!

Divert all power and compensate.

-Intruder alert.
-Number One.

-Let's go.
-Security detail to Deck 29.

The Romulans fought with honor.

Yes, they did, Mr. Worf.

Worf, cover me.

Medical teams to the Bridge.


We have exhausted our complement of photon torpedoes.

Phaser banks are down to 4%, sir.

What if we targeted all our phasers in a concentrated pattern?

The Scimitarshields are still at 70%. It would make no difference, Captain.

What's he doing?

He wants to look me in the eye.

We've got him.

He thinks he knows exactly what I'm going to do.

Geordi, divert all power to the engines. Take it from life support, if you have to.

Give me everything you've got.

Ready, Captain.

We are being hailed, sir.

Deanna, stand by. Open a channel.

-I hope you're stiIl alive, Jean-Luc.
-Yes, I am.

Don't you think it's time to surrender?

Why should the rest of your crew have to die?

Shinzon, I don't think I ever told you

about my first Academy evaluation.

In particular, I was thought to be extremely


Captain, as much as I enjoy listening to you talk, I really think...

On my mark, Deanna. All hands, brace for impact.


Hard to port!

Divert all power to the engines.

Full reverse.

Reconfiguring now.

Computer, stand by auto-destruct sequence Omega.

Recognize voice pattern Jean-Luc Picard.

Authorization Alpha-Alpha-3-0-5.

Auto-destruct is offline.

Disruptors are not functional, sir.

Deploy the weapon.

Kill everything on that ship,

then set a course for Earth.

We must complete our mission.

Matrix initiated.

Sequencing procedure for thalaron radiation transfer


Some ideals are worth dying for, aren't they, Jean-Luc?

Thalaron intermix procedure initiated.

Deployment of targeting arms commencing.

How long until he can fire?

The targeting sequence should take about seven minutes, Captain.

When the targeting arms are fully deployed,

the matrix on the Bridge will relay the thalaron radiation

to the firing points at their tips.

No one on the Enteprrise will survive.

-How can he? He'll kill you.
-It's not about me anymore.

-Prepare for a site-to-site transport.
-l don't think that the transport...

-That's an order, Commander.
-Sir, allow me to go.

-Data, this is something I have to do.

-You have the Bridge, Commander.

Try and put some distance between you and the Scimitar.

-Now, Mr. La Forge.
-Aye, sir.

That's it. Transporters are down.

System is fused.

Counselor Troi, please assume command. Geordi, come with me.

Thalaron intermix Ieve30%.

Four minutes to firing sequence.

Thalaron intermix Ieve50%.

Three minutes to firing sequence.

Thalaron intermix Ieve60%.

Two minutes to firing sequence.

Thalaron intermix Ieve80%.

I'm glad we're together now.

Our destiny is complete.

One minute to firing sequence.

Thalaron intermix Ievel completed.

30 seconds to firing sequence.


Ten, nine, eight,

seven, six, five,

four, three, two...



It's Data.

Captain, we're being hailed.


Open a channel.

This is Commander Donatra ofthe Valdore.

We're dispatching shuttles with medical personnel and supplies.

Thank you, Commander.

You've earned a friend in the Romulan Empire today, Captain.

I hope, the first of many.

Valdore out.

Geordi, prepare the shuttlebay for arrivals.

They don't know our procedures.

-Just open the doors.
-I'll take care of it, Captain.

You have the Bridge, Number One.

Thank you.

To absent friends.

To family.

First time I saw Data,

he was leaning against a tree in the holodeck,

trying to whistle. Funniest thing I ever saw.

No matter what he did, he couldn't get the tune right.

What was that song?

Can't remember the song.


-Permission to disembark, sir.


So, where's the Titan off to?

The Neutral Zone.

We're heading up the new task force.

Apparently, the Romulans are interested in talking.

l can't think of a better man for the job.

If I may, just a word of advice about your first command?


When your First Officer insists that you can't go on away missions...

lgnore him. I intend to.

Serving with you has been an honor.

The honor was mine, Captain.

l don't know if all this has made any sense.

But I wanted you to know what kind of man he was.

In his quest to be more like us,

he helped us to see what it means to be human.


My brother was not human.

No, he wasn't.

But his wonder,

his curiosity about every facet of human nature

allowed all of us to see the best parts of ourselves.

He evolved.

He embraced change

because he always wanted to be better than he was.


l do not understand.

Well, I hope some day you will.

Captain, the warp engines are ready to go online.

I'm on my way. Please inform Commander La Forge.

We'll talk later.

Never saw the sun

Shining so bright

Never saw things

"Going so right."

Going so right