Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987–1994): Season 2, Episode 22 - Shades of Gray - full transcript
Riker returns from an away team mission wounded and infected with microbes from the planet below. He is soon in a coma in sick bay, the microbes having fused itself to his sciatic nerve and impeding his normal functions. Dr. Pulaski cannot find a cure and although she can kill the microbes, it would also likely kill Riker. With only a hour or so before the spreading disease reaches his brain, Pulaski stimulates his neural impulses leading Riker to recall previous events aboard the Enterprise. The Doctor realizes that negative emotions are what will defeat the the body's invaders.
LA FORGE:
There you are.
- What's wrong?
- Something jabbed me in the calf.
LA FORGE:
Ooh.
O'Brien,
Commander Riker's been injured.
- Lock on and bring him up.
O'BRIEN: Stand by.
- Geordi--
- It's just a scratch. Right.
Sorry, commander.
We can't take any chances.
We're the first survey on this planet.
We don't know what the risks are.
[BEEPING]
LA FORGE:
O'Brien, what's the holdup?
The transporter's detected unidentified
microbes in Commander Riker's body.
Well, can't the biofilters
screen them out?
Apparently not.
But Dr. Pulaski has been notified.
Acknowledged.
I wasn't ready to leave here anyway.
Here's the biofilter's analysis
of the microbes.
PULASKI:
That's not much to go on.
I can override and beam
Commander Riker aboard.
No.
I better go down
and make an evaluation there.
[SIGHS]
I hope these are
the right coordinates.
Just kidding, doctor.
I know how much you love
the transporter.
About as much as I love
comical transporter chiefs.
Ready?
RIKER:
Over here, doctor.
PULASKI:
Fill me in.
I was minding my own business,
doing a simple geological sweep.
Something stuck me in the leg.
- Any pain?
- No. Just a little numb, that's all.
- Do you know what stuck you?
- We've been looking for it. No luck.
Well, whatever it is,
it left something behind.
I'm gonna take you up to Sickbay.
O'Brien, this is Dr. Pulaski.
Medical override is authorized.
Acknowledged.
This is the strangest feeling.
My whole leg just went dead.
PICARD:
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.
Its continuing mission:
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life
and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no one
has gone before.
PICARD:
Captain's log, stardate 42976.1.
During a geological survey
on Surata lV,
Commander Riker has become
infected by an unidentified microbe.
- Number One.
RIKER: Captain.
Put your foot
where it didn't belong, huh?
Doctor said she was betting bored.
I just thought I'd give her a challenge.
That you did.
The nervous system has been invaded
by an unknown microorganism.
Not a bacteria, not a virus,
but with the elements of both.
There's the point of entry.
The microbes are infecting
the great sciatic nerve
and they are multiplying
at an incredible rate.
There.
PICARD:
Can you remove it?
Not surgically.
The organisms fuse to the nerve,
intertwining at the molecular level.
That's why the transporter's biofilters
weren't able to extract it.
PULASKI: There's no evidence
of nerve damage.
But the organisms
are impeding nervous function.
My leg's still asleep.
Prognosis.
The infection is spreading.
It will eventually reach the brain.
And if it interfered
with neural activity there?
Commander Riker could die.
How can I help?
I need to know more
about its composition.
- And for that, you need a sample.
- Exactly.
Commander Data, Mr. La Forge,
- prepare to beam down to the planet.
LA FORGE: Aye, sir.
I must reiterate:
It would be better if I went alone.
- Don't like my company?
- Your company is not at issue.
Your vulnerability
to the microorganism is.
I'll watch where I step.
Besides, how do we know
this bug doesn't like androids
more than it likes humans?
Possible. But highly unlikely.
In any event, why risk both of us?
Because I know exactly
where Commander Riker was
when it happened.
Mr. O'Brien, energize.
He was right over here.
DATA: I am detecting no animal
life forms within 50 kilometers.
However, I am reading
extensive animal remains,
mostly fossilized.
A graveyard.
I do not know.
Data.
Data, look at this.
- The structure is rhizomatous.
- Hmm.
- Careful.
- I am always careful.
It appears to be dead.
I'm not so sure.
I'm seeing thermal variations.
Let it go for a second, Data.
Let's try something.
Maybe it likes humans
more than androids.
If you are correct,
you're placing yourself in grave danger.
Yeah, well, I'm counting on those
great android reflexes of yours.
That must be what we're looking for.
I would tend to agree.
LA FORGE:
Stand by, O'Brien.
Got it. Energize.
Thanks, O'Brien.
Another minute
and we'd have been fossils ourselves.
Not precisely, Geordi.
True fossilization
requires several millennia.
- Here's your sample, captain.
- Get it to Sickbay right away.
Report.
Captain, Commander Riker's injury
was not accidental.
Certain vines on the planet evidently
seek out warm-blooded beings
- and deliberately infect them.
- To what end?
Unknown, sir.
It is conceivable there is
a symbiotic relationship involved.
Go on.
There are numerous animal remains
in the area,
leading me to hypothesize
that the vines could be predatory.
Vines infect animals
in order to kill them?
It is possible.
For Commander Riker's sake,
I hope my hypothesis is in error.
Unfortunately, Commander Data,
your hypotheses rarely are.
All negative.
There's nothing that will cure
this infection?
This microorganism
is very mysterious.
I can't even figure out
what's keeping it alive.
- Or how to kill it.
- Oh, I can Kill it.
But not without destroying
the nerves it's inhabiting.
I know you're doing your best,
doctor.
My best may not be good enough.
- Comfortable?
- Mm.
Now, why wouldn't I be comfortable?
They're waiting on me hand and foot.
I just hope they don't find out
that I'm faking it.
I wish you were faking it.
- I've seen the thorn, Number One.
- Yes.
The doctor showed it to me too.
Rather harmless looking, isn't it?
And deadly.
I'm sorry.
Well, these things happen.
When least expected.
I'm surprised
they don't happen more often.
After all, we are exploring
the unknown.
And the unknown can be benign
or malevolent.
Captain, one of the things
I've learned on these voyages
and on this ship and from you
is that most life forms act
out of an instinct for survival,
not out of malice.
That's an important lesson.
And I admire your lack of resentment,
Number One.
If you drop a hammer on your foot,
it's hardly useful to get mad
at the hammer.
- Anything?
- Not yet.
What can I do?
You can get out of my hair.
Aye, aye, doctor.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[WHIRRING]
This bug is persistent, I'll admit that.
But I'm not worried.
We Rikers are ornery too.
As a matter of fact,
my great-grandfather
once got bit by a rattlesnake.
After three days of intense pain,
the snake died.
[CHUCKLES]
You're a very entertaining patient.
I try.
Yes, you're making quite an effort
to be cheerful.
You of all people should know.
You feel what anyone
in your position would feel.
As the first officer on this ship,
I have to set an example.
Even now?
Now more than ever.
Deanna, facing death
is the ultimate test of character.
I don't wanna die but if I have to,
I'd like to do it with a little pride.
And a lot of impudence.
You bet.
Dying's bad enough
but to lose my sense of humor?
Forget it.
[SPEAKS IN BETAZOID]
I haven't given up yet.
[SENSORS BEEPING]
It's spread to the spinal column.
It's weakening
his autonomic nervous system.
Judging by its present rate of growth
and its infiltration pattern,
the infection will spread to the brain
within an hour.
PULASKI:
Medical log, stardate 42976.3.
I can't keep the alien infection
from spreading
to Commander Riker's brain.
Once there, it will kill him
by dampening neural impulses.
The only way I can keep him alive is
to force the neurons to stay active
by stimulating them
directly with electrical impulses.
Let's proceed.
Good.
Stand by with 5 milligrams
of tricordrazine, in case of seizure.
Here goes.
[WHIRRING]
[THUNDER CRASHING]
Tasha? Data?
Geordi?
Worf?
Anybody?
PULASKI: We have stimulated
random wave activity,
but the patterns
are dangerously erratic.
Hang on, Will.
Hang on.
The wave patterns
are still too irregular.
Why won't they stabilize?
Wait.
I've found the right amplitude.
There.
The patterns are steadier.
Is the stimulation preventing
the infection from taking hold?
For now.
The vertex waves indicate a K-complex
corresponding to an REM state.
[MOANING]
He's dreaming.
Hello!
[DATA WHISTLING
"POP! GOES THE WEASEL"]
[WHISTLING OFF-KEY]
[WHISTLING]
Marvelous.
How easily humans do that.
I still need much practice.
There's some puzzles down on the...
Down on the planet
that the captain wants answered.
He suggests that I take you
on the away team I'll be leading.
I shall endeavor to function
adequately, sir.
Yes.
When the captain suggested you,
I looked up your record.
Yes, sir. A wise procedure, sir,
always.
Then your rank of
lieutenant commander is honorary?
No, sir. Starfleet class of '78, honors in
probability mechanics and exobiology.
- But your file says that you're a--
- Machine. Correct, sir.
Does that trouble you?
- To be honest, yes, a little.
- Understood, sir.
Prejudice is very human.
Now, that does trouble me. Do you
consider yourself superior to us?
I am superior, sir, in many ways.
But I would gladly give it up
to be human.
Nice to meet you.
Pinocchio.
A joke.
Ah.
Intriguing.
You're gonna be
an interesting companion, Mr. Data.
What should I say? How do I act?
What do I do?
Guinan, I need your help.
Could you step over here a minute?
Sounds simple enough.
Now, the first words out of your mouth
are the most important.
You may wanna start
with something like this here.
You are the most beautiful woman
in the galaxy.
But that might not work.
Yes. Yes, it would.
You don't know how long
I've wanted to tell you.
- But you were afraid.
- Yes.
- Of me?
- Of us. Of what we might become.
Commander?
RIKER:
Or you might think that was a line.
Maybe I do think it's a line.
- Then you think I'm not sincere?
- I didn't say that.
There's nothing wrong with a line.
It's like a knock at the door.
RIKER: Then you're inviting me in?
GUINAN: I'm not sending you away.
RIKER: That's more than I expected.
- Is it as much as you hoped?
To hope is to recognize the possibility.
I had only dreams.
- Dreams can be dangerous.
- Not these dreams.
I dream of a galaxy
where your eyes are the stars
and the universe worships the night.
Careful.
Putting me on a pedestal so high,
you may not be able to reach me.
Then I'll learn how to fly.
You are the heart in my day
and the soul in my night.
I don't think this is my style.
Shut up, kid.
Tell me more about my eyes.
I didn't want to leave
without saying goodbye.
I don't like goodbyes.
How about, "Until next time"?
How about, "Until next time"?
It's been a pleasure working with you,
commander.
The feeling is mutual, counselor.
I'm supposed to know
how everyone feels
but I can't read you right now.
Perhaps your own feelings
are getting in the way.
My job is to help others
sort out their emotions.
My own feelings
are beside the point.
Not to me.
Our feelings
are what make us all human.
Are you feeling sad?
Yes, I am.
Soam I.
TROI:
He's relaxed.
Experiencing feelings
of warmth and friendship.
He's reliving memories. It's a natural
side effect of neural stimulation.
Look at this.
The organisms' metabolism
has changed.
I wonder if the stimulation
is affecting them somehow.
I'm going to refocus the impulse
pattern on the interpretative cortex.
- To intensify his memories?
- Exactly.
And we'll see if that has any effect
on the microbes.
[MOANING AND LAUGHING]
Everyone.
We've brought the visitors.
Please, enjoy what we have.
Gentlemen,
if this is what
you call "enhancement,"
you've got a gift for understatement.
What's a knockout like you doing in a
computer-generated gin joint like this?
- Waiting for you.
- Waiting for me?
- You can't be serious.
- Oh, yes, Will.
I've never been more serious
in my life.
PULASKI:
Is something wrong?
No. It's just that
Commander Riker's emotions are
rather passionate.
As in, erotic?
Very much so.
A dream? Is that what this is?
Is that what I am?
I know
you're a computer-generated image.
But your smell, your touch,
the way you feel,
even the things you say
and think seem so real.
MINUET:
Thank you.
RIKER:
How far can this relationship go?
I mean, how real are you?
As real as you need me to be.
You resist.
Don't you find me attractive?
Yes, I find you very attractive.
You attract me
like no man ever has.
It's not my function to seduce
or be seduced
by the leader of another world.
- It's not the reason.
- No, it's not.
But will you still respect me
in the morning?
Mmm, I hope so.
- William, is something wrong?
RIKER: What do you mean?
Do you not like girls?
Of course I do.
Oh, is there a special technique
to this foot washing?
You generally start at the top
and work your way down.
I think I can handle that.
Hm. I was hoping you might.
The organisms responded all right.
Their growth rate has doubled.
Then all we've done
is made things worse.
Now we know
the organisms' growth rate
is related to the memories
he's experiencing.
Or the emotions that they produce.
Well, different mental processes
generate different chemicals.
Perhaps the organisms are sensitive
to brain endorphins.
Then if some types of endorphins
attract them...
Others will repel them.
I'm going to change the differential
current pattern and see what happens.
We are not going
without our shuttle crew.
ARMUS: I warn you...
TASHA: Enough.
We have people who need attention.
We won't hurt you
but we must help them.
[ARMUS CHUCKLES]
[GROWLING]
PICARD [OVER RADIO]:
Number One.
The creature attacked us.
Lieutenant Yar is down.
It seems to feed
on our phaser energy.
We had no effect on it.
[SENSOR BEEPING]
What's Lieutenant Yar's condition?
[BEEPING RAPIDLY]
Dr. Crusher, report.
She's dead.
[SENSOR FLATLINES]
I'm losing life signs.
You must save him.
I'm sorry.
PULASKI:
Growth rate has definitely slowed.
What is he feeling? Can you tell?
Sadness.
Just the opposite of before.
And it's having the opposite effect
on the infection.
Then your theory's correct.
The organisms are sensitive
to different types of endorphins.
- And negative emotions
- Such as sadness.
produce endorphins
that inhibit the organisms' growth.
Then we found a way
to repel the infection.
Assuming we're not too late already.
- How much time do we have?
- I'm not sure.
His vital signs are getting weaker.
I don't want to risk another dose
of tricordrazine unless I have to.
I must refocus the pattern again.
We need to isolate memories that
generate stronger negative emotions.
I know I can count on
every Klingon warrior in this crew
to serve and die in that battle.
So I ask you again, Commander Riker,
where are your loyalties?
I've been assigned to serve this ship
and to obey your orders.
And I will do exactly that.
Will you take an oath to that effect?
I just did.
[IN KLINGON]
[IN KLINGON]
[IN ENGLISH] This is your
second officer, Lieutenant Klag.
Is there something you wanted
to say to me, lieutenant?
[IN ENGLISH]
Yes, sir.
I do not believe you.
Then I take it
you challenge my authority over you.
Correct.
And your position on this, captain?
I would say
it is your first command decision.
[GROWLS]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Ready for your tour, admiral?
Quite ready, commander.
What's in the case?
Actually, I brought it for Dr. Crusher.
But perhaps
you would like to see it first.
- What is it?
- A form of life.
It was discovered accidentally by a
survey team on an uncharted planet.
Why haven't we heard about that?
Oh, you'll be hearing about it shortly.
But first there remains
much scientific study to be done.
After all, it is a superior form of life.
- Superior?
- Totally.
Come, have a look.
I think I'll summon
my science officer.
It won't like your science officer.
It does like you.
Vitamins.
They do wonders for the body.
[GRUNTING]
Riker to Security.
Guest quarters 17, emergency.
[CHUCKLES]
We've reduced the growth rate
even further but not enough.
And his vital signs are deteriorating.
But we've isolated
the specific areas to stimulate.
The feelings were primal.
Survival emotions.
They must be producing
a type of endorphin
that's poisonous to the organisms.
Well, can't you intensify
that emotion?
I can refocus the impulse pattern
even tighter.
But I don't know if he can withstand it.
He's extremely weak.
Do we have a choice?
No.
If we don't neutralize the infection,
within half an hour he'll be dead.
PULASKI:
Medical log, supplemental.
Commander Riker's condition
is still critical.
I've discovered a way to reverse
the infection's growth rate
but I may be too late.
He's getting weaker, isn't he?
Respiration shallow,
heartbeat extremely irregular,
but we can't delay any longer.
You will take us to our planet
and leave us there with our medicine
or this person dies.
Don't you see I have no choice?
We were sent to bring felicium back.
The suffering on my planet
is too great.
People are dying.
It doesn't matter whether we're entitled
to it or not. We must have it.
- Let him go.
- You will take us there now
or give us a shuttle,
but we must have the medicine.
If you refuse, this person will die.
I will not be coerced.
I will do it.
I will kill him.
Who are you?
[GROANS]
Data, something's got me!
ARMUS:
Touch him and he dies.
No! No, don't!
Enterprise.
Armus has enveloped
Commander Riker.
I'm beaming you up.
ARMUS:
If any of you leave now, he dies.
And so do the survivors
of the crash.
The growth rate's down to 7 percent.
The organisms are still impairing
his neural functions.
Respiration's erratic, pulse grossly
irregular, blood pressure almost nil.
Tricordrazine.
There you are.
- What's wrong?
- Something jabbed me in the calf.
LA FORGE:
Ooh.
O'Brien,
Commander Riker's been injured.
- Lock on and bring him up.
O'BRIEN: Stand by.
- Geordi--
- It's just a scratch. Right.
Sorry, commander.
We can't take any chances.
We're the first survey on this planet.
We don't know what the risks are.
[BEEPING]
LA FORGE:
O'Brien, what's the holdup?
The transporter's detected unidentified
microbes in Commander Riker's body.
Well, can't the biofilters
screen them out?
Apparently not.
But Dr. Pulaski has been notified.
Acknowledged.
I wasn't ready to leave here anyway.
Here's the biofilter's analysis
of the microbes.
PULASKI:
That's not much to go on.
I can override and beam
Commander Riker aboard.
No.
I better go down
and make an evaluation there.
[SIGHS]
I hope these are
the right coordinates.
Just kidding, doctor.
I know how much you love
the transporter.
About as much as I love
comical transporter chiefs.
Ready?
RIKER:
Over here, doctor.
PULASKI:
Fill me in.
I was minding my own business,
doing a simple geological sweep.
Something stuck me in the leg.
- Any pain?
- No. Just a little numb, that's all.
- Do you know what stuck you?
- We've been looking for it. No luck.
Well, whatever it is,
it left something behind.
I'm gonna take you up to Sickbay.
O'Brien, this is Dr. Pulaski.
Medical override is authorized.
Acknowledged.
This is the strangest feeling.
My whole leg just went dead.
PICARD:
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.
Its continuing mission:
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life
and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no one
has gone before.
PICARD:
Captain's log, stardate 42976.1.
During a geological survey
on Surata lV,
Commander Riker has become
infected by an unidentified microbe.
- Number One.
RIKER: Captain.
Put your foot
where it didn't belong, huh?
Doctor said she was betting bored.
I just thought I'd give her a challenge.
That you did.
The nervous system has been invaded
by an unknown microorganism.
Not a bacteria, not a virus,
but with the elements of both.
There's the point of entry.
The microbes are infecting
the great sciatic nerve
and they are multiplying
at an incredible rate.
There.
PICARD:
Can you remove it?
Not surgically.
The organisms fuse to the nerve,
intertwining at the molecular level.
That's why the transporter's biofilters
weren't able to extract it.
PULASKI: There's no evidence
of nerve damage.
But the organisms
are impeding nervous function.
My leg's still asleep.
Prognosis.
The infection is spreading.
It will eventually reach the brain.
And if it interfered
with neural activity there?
Commander Riker could die.
How can I help?
I need to know more
about its composition.
- And for that, you need a sample.
- Exactly.
Commander Data, Mr. La Forge,
- prepare to beam down to the planet.
LA FORGE: Aye, sir.
I must reiterate:
It would be better if I went alone.
- Don't like my company?
- Your company is not at issue.
Your vulnerability
to the microorganism is.
I'll watch where I step.
Besides, how do we know
this bug doesn't like androids
more than it likes humans?
Possible. But highly unlikely.
In any event, why risk both of us?
Because I know exactly
where Commander Riker was
when it happened.
Mr. O'Brien, energize.
He was right over here.
DATA: I am detecting no animal
life forms within 50 kilometers.
However, I am reading
extensive animal remains,
mostly fossilized.
A graveyard.
I do not know.
Data.
Data, look at this.
- The structure is rhizomatous.
- Hmm.
- Careful.
- I am always careful.
It appears to be dead.
I'm not so sure.
I'm seeing thermal variations.
Let it go for a second, Data.
Let's try something.
Maybe it likes humans
more than androids.
If you are correct,
you're placing yourself in grave danger.
Yeah, well, I'm counting on those
great android reflexes of yours.
That must be what we're looking for.
I would tend to agree.
LA FORGE:
Stand by, O'Brien.
Got it. Energize.
Thanks, O'Brien.
Another minute
and we'd have been fossils ourselves.
Not precisely, Geordi.
True fossilization
requires several millennia.
- Here's your sample, captain.
- Get it to Sickbay right away.
Report.
Captain, Commander Riker's injury
was not accidental.
Certain vines on the planet evidently
seek out warm-blooded beings
- and deliberately infect them.
- To what end?
Unknown, sir.
It is conceivable there is
a symbiotic relationship involved.
Go on.
There are numerous animal remains
in the area,
leading me to hypothesize
that the vines could be predatory.
Vines infect animals
in order to kill them?
It is possible.
For Commander Riker's sake,
I hope my hypothesis is in error.
Unfortunately, Commander Data,
your hypotheses rarely are.
All negative.
There's nothing that will cure
this infection?
This microorganism
is very mysterious.
I can't even figure out
what's keeping it alive.
- Or how to kill it.
- Oh, I can Kill it.
But not without destroying
the nerves it's inhabiting.
I know you're doing your best,
doctor.
My best may not be good enough.
- Comfortable?
- Mm.
Now, why wouldn't I be comfortable?
They're waiting on me hand and foot.
I just hope they don't find out
that I'm faking it.
I wish you were faking it.
- I've seen the thorn, Number One.
- Yes.
The doctor showed it to me too.
Rather harmless looking, isn't it?
And deadly.
I'm sorry.
Well, these things happen.
When least expected.
I'm surprised
they don't happen more often.
After all, we are exploring
the unknown.
And the unknown can be benign
or malevolent.
Captain, one of the things
I've learned on these voyages
and on this ship and from you
is that most life forms act
out of an instinct for survival,
not out of malice.
That's an important lesson.
And I admire your lack of resentment,
Number One.
If you drop a hammer on your foot,
it's hardly useful to get mad
at the hammer.
- Anything?
- Not yet.
What can I do?
You can get out of my hair.
Aye, aye, doctor.
[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[WHIRRING]
This bug is persistent, I'll admit that.
But I'm not worried.
We Rikers are ornery too.
As a matter of fact,
my great-grandfather
once got bit by a rattlesnake.
After three days of intense pain,
the snake died.
[CHUCKLES]
You're a very entertaining patient.
I try.
Yes, you're making quite an effort
to be cheerful.
You of all people should know.
You feel what anyone
in your position would feel.
As the first officer on this ship,
I have to set an example.
Even now?
Now more than ever.
Deanna, facing death
is the ultimate test of character.
I don't wanna die but if I have to,
I'd like to do it with a little pride.
And a lot of impudence.
You bet.
Dying's bad enough
but to lose my sense of humor?
Forget it.
[SPEAKS IN BETAZOID]
I haven't given up yet.
[SENSORS BEEPING]
It's spread to the spinal column.
It's weakening
his autonomic nervous system.
Judging by its present rate of growth
and its infiltration pattern,
the infection will spread to the brain
within an hour.
PULASKI:
Medical log, stardate 42976.3.
I can't keep the alien infection
from spreading
to Commander Riker's brain.
Once there, it will kill him
by dampening neural impulses.
The only way I can keep him alive is
to force the neurons to stay active
by stimulating them
directly with electrical impulses.
Let's proceed.
Good.
Stand by with 5 milligrams
of tricordrazine, in case of seizure.
Here goes.
[WHIRRING]
[THUNDER CRASHING]
Tasha? Data?
Geordi?
Worf?
Anybody?
PULASKI: We have stimulated
random wave activity,
but the patterns
are dangerously erratic.
Hang on, Will.
Hang on.
The wave patterns
are still too irregular.
Why won't they stabilize?
Wait.
I've found the right amplitude.
There.
The patterns are steadier.
Is the stimulation preventing
the infection from taking hold?
For now.
The vertex waves indicate a K-complex
corresponding to an REM state.
[MOANING]
He's dreaming.
Hello!
[DATA WHISTLING
"POP! GOES THE WEASEL"]
[WHISTLING OFF-KEY]
[WHISTLING]
Marvelous.
How easily humans do that.
I still need much practice.
There's some puzzles down on the...
Down on the planet
that the captain wants answered.
He suggests that I take you
on the away team I'll be leading.
I shall endeavor to function
adequately, sir.
Yes.
When the captain suggested you,
I looked up your record.
Yes, sir. A wise procedure, sir,
always.
Then your rank of
lieutenant commander is honorary?
No, sir. Starfleet class of '78, honors in
probability mechanics and exobiology.
- But your file says that you're a--
- Machine. Correct, sir.
Does that trouble you?
- To be honest, yes, a little.
- Understood, sir.
Prejudice is very human.
Now, that does trouble me. Do you
consider yourself superior to us?
I am superior, sir, in many ways.
But I would gladly give it up
to be human.
Nice to meet you.
Pinocchio.
A joke.
Ah.
Intriguing.
You're gonna be
an interesting companion, Mr. Data.
What should I say? How do I act?
What do I do?
Guinan, I need your help.
Could you step over here a minute?
Sounds simple enough.
Now, the first words out of your mouth
are the most important.
You may wanna start
with something like this here.
You are the most beautiful woman
in the galaxy.
But that might not work.
Yes. Yes, it would.
You don't know how long
I've wanted to tell you.
- But you were afraid.
- Yes.
- Of me?
- Of us. Of what we might become.
Commander?
RIKER:
Or you might think that was a line.
Maybe I do think it's a line.
- Then you think I'm not sincere?
- I didn't say that.
There's nothing wrong with a line.
It's like a knock at the door.
RIKER: Then you're inviting me in?
GUINAN: I'm not sending you away.
RIKER: That's more than I expected.
- Is it as much as you hoped?
To hope is to recognize the possibility.
I had only dreams.
- Dreams can be dangerous.
- Not these dreams.
I dream of a galaxy
where your eyes are the stars
and the universe worships the night.
Careful.
Putting me on a pedestal so high,
you may not be able to reach me.
Then I'll learn how to fly.
You are the heart in my day
and the soul in my night.
I don't think this is my style.
Shut up, kid.
Tell me more about my eyes.
I didn't want to leave
without saying goodbye.
I don't like goodbyes.
How about, "Until next time"?
How about, "Until next time"?
It's been a pleasure working with you,
commander.
The feeling is mutual, counselor.
I'm supposed to know
how everyone feels
but I can't read you right now.
Perhaps your own feelings
are getting in the way.
My job is to help others
sort out their emotions.
My own feelings
are beside the point.
Not to me.
Our feelings
are what make us all human.
Are you feeling sad?
Yes, I am.
Soam I.
TROI:
He's relaxed.
Experiencing feelings
of warmth and friendship.
He's reliving memories. It's a natural
side effect of neural stimulation.
Look at this.
The organisms' metabolism
has changed.
I wonder if the stimulation
is affecting them somehow.
I'm going to refocus the impulse
pattern on the interpretative cortex.
- To intensify his memories?
- Exactly.
And we'll see if that has any effect
on the microbes.
[MOANING AND LAUGHING]
Everyone.
We've brought the visitors.
Please, enjoy what we have.
Gentlemen,
if this is what
you call "enhancement,"
you've got a gift for understatement.
What's a knockout like you doing in a
computer-generated gin joint like this?
- Waiting for you.
- Waiting for me?
- You can't be serious.
- Oh, yes, Will.
I've never been more serious
in my life.
PULASKI:
Is something wrong?
No. It's just that
Commander Riker's emotions are
rather passionate.
As in, erotic?
Very much so.
A dream? Is that what this is?
Is that what I am?
I know
you're a computer-generated image.
But your smell, your touch,
the way you feel,
even the things you say
and think seem so real.
MINUET:
Thank you.
RIKER:
How far can this relationship go?
I mean, how real are you?
As real as you need me to be.
You resist.
Don't you find me attractive?
Yes, I find you very attractive.
You attract me
like no man ever has.
It's not my function to seduce
or be seduced
by the leader of another world.
- It's not the reason.
- No, it's not.
But will you still respect me
in the morning?
Mmm, I hope so.
- William, is something wrong?
RIKER: What do you mean?
Do you not like girls?
Of course I do.
Oh, is there a special technique
to this foot washing?
You generally start at the top
and work your way down.
I think I can handle that.
Hm. I was hoping you might.
The organisms responded all right.
Their growth rate has doubled.
Then all we've done
is made things worse.
Now we know
the organisms' growth rate
is related to the memories
he's experiencing.
Or the emotions that they produce.
Well, different mental processes
generate different chemicals.
Perhaps the organisms are sensitive
to brain endorphins.
Then if some types of endorphins
attract them...
Others will repel them.
I'm going to change the differential
current pattern and see what happens.
We are not going
without our shuttle crew.
ARMUS: I warn you...
TASHA: Enough.
We have people who need attention.
We won't hurt you
but we must help them.
[ARMUS CHUCKLES]
[GROWLING]
PICARD [OVER RADIO]:
Number One.
The creature attacked us.
Lieutenant Yar is down.
It seems to feed
on our phaser energy.
We had no effect on it.
[SENSOR BEEPING]
What's Lieutenant Yar's condition?
[BEEPING RAPIDLY]
Dr. Crusher, report.
She's dead.
[SENSOR FLATLINES]
I'm losing life signs.
You must save him.
I'm sorry.
PULASKI:
Growth rate has definitely slowed.
What is he feeling? Can you tell?
Sadness.
Just the opposite of before.
And it's having the opposite effect
on the infection.
Then your theory's correct.
The organisms are sensitive
to different types of endorphins.
- And negative emotions
- Such as sadness.
produce endorphins
that inhibit the organisms' growth.
Then we found a way
to repel the infection.
Assuming we're not too late already.
- How much time do we have?
- I'm not sure.
His vital signs are getting weaker.
I don't want to risk another dose
of tricordrazine unless I have to.
I must refocus the pattern again.
We need to isolate memories that
generate stronger negative emotions.
I know I can count on
every Klingon warrior in this crew
to serve and die in that battle.
So I ask you again, Commander Riker,
where are your loyalties?
I've been assigned to serve this ship
and to obey your orders.
And I will do exactly that.
Will you take an oath to that effect?
I just did.
[IN KLINGON]
[IN KLINGON]
[IN ENGLISH] This is your
second officer, Lieutenant Klag.
Is there something you wanted
to say to me, lieutenant?
[IN ENGLISH]
Yes, sir.
I do not believe you.
Then I take it
you challenge my authority over you.
Correct.
And your position on this, captain?
I would say
it is your first command decision.
[GROWLS]
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Ready for your tour, admiral?
Quite ready, commander.
What's in the case?
Actually, I brought it for Dr. Crusher.
But perhaps
you would like to see it first.
- What is it?
- A form of life.
It was discovered accidentally by a
survey team on an uncharted planet.
Why haven't we heard about that?
Oh, you'll be hearing about it shortly.
But first there remains
much scientific study to be done.
After all, it is a superior form of life.
- Superior?
- Totally.
Come, have a look.
I think I'll summon
my science officer.
It won't like your science officer.
It does like you.
Vitamins.
They do wonders for the body.
[GRUNTING]
Riker to Security.
Guest quarters 17, emergency.
[CHUCKLES]
We've reduced the growth rate
even further but not enough.
And his vital signs are deteriorating.
But we've isolated
the specific areas to stimulate.
The feelings were primal.
Survival emotions.
They must be producing
a type of endorphin
that's poisonous to the organisms.
Well, can't you intensify
that emotion?
I can refocus the impulse pattern
even tighter.
But I don't know if he can withstand it.
He's extremely weak.
Do we have a choice?
No.
If we don't neutralize the infection,
within half an hour he'll be dead.
PULASKI:
Medical log, supplemental.
Commander Riker's condition
is still critical.
I've discovered a way to reverse
the infection's growth rate
but I may be too late.
He's getting weaker, isn't he?
Respiration shallow,
heartbeat extremely irregular,
but we can't delay any longer.
You will take us to our planet
and leave us there with our medicine
or this person dies.
Don't you see I have no choice?
We were sent to bring felicium back.
The suffering on my planet
is too great.
People are dying.
It doesn't matter whether we're entitled
to it or not. We must have it.
- Let him go.
- You will take us there now
or give us a shuttle,
but we must have the medicine.
If you refuse, this person will die.
I will not be coerced.
I will do it.
I will kill him.
Who are you?
[GROANS]
Data, something's got me!
ARMUS:
Touch him and he dies.
No! No, don't!
Enterprise.
Armus has enveloped
Commander Riker.
I'm beaming you up.
ARMUS:
If any of you leave now, he dies.
And so do the survivors
of the crash.
The growth rate's down to 7 percent.
The organisms are still impairing
his neural functions.
Respiration's erratic, pulse grossly
irregular, blood pressure almost nil.
Tricordrazine.