Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987–1994): Season 4, Episode 5 - Remember Me - full transcript

Chief Medical Officer's Log,
Stardate 44161.2.

We are docking at Starbase 133
for scheduled crew rotation.

I look forward
to welcoming aboard

my mentor and dear friend,
Dr. Dalen Quaice

who will be traveling with us
to his home planet, Kenda II.

Dalen!

Oh, it's good to see you again,
Beverly.

You look wonderful.

A lie I can live with.

It's kind of your Captain
to ferry me home.

It was on our way.



Thanks, O'Brien.

My pleasure, Doctor.

Dalen, I was sorry
to hear about Patricia.

She had been ill for some time.

Is her death the reason
you're giving up your post here?

Well, we had a lifetime together

doing all the things
we'd ever dreamed

and more.

But when she was gone

I couldn't continue
to work in that office

sleep in that bed without her.

The absence of her
was too distracting.

I'm not sure
that I'm making any sense.

Jack and I didn't have
a lifetime together



only a few short years,
but I understand.

When you realize

someone you love
is lost forever...

You know what the worst part
of growing old is?

So many of the people

you've known all your life
are gone

and you realize
you didn't take the time

to appreciate them
while you still could.

Oh, I'm sorry.

There's no reason to load all
this emotional baggage on you.

I usually travel light.

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.

Wes, time
for the experiment is over.

I want my warp engines back now.

I'm almost done, Commander.

Almost isn't good enough.

You want to be
the one to explain

when the Captain says "engage"
and we just sit here?

I just need a couple
of more minutes.

I'm ready to try
the new warp field.

Mom?

Don't let me interrupt.

Wesley!

Right. Okay.

Computer

run a level-2 diagnostic
on warp drive systems.

Antimatter containment positive.

Warp drive
within normal parameters.

Wesley, talk to me.

That shouldn't have happened.

Why would there be
any visible phenomena

outside the warp drive?

Prepare for umbilical
disconnect.

Are you done?

Yeah.

Mom?

Clear all moorings, Engineering.

Aft thrusters.

Aft thrusters, aye.

Impulse power to the helm.

Dalen?

Dalen, it's Beverly.

Computer, current location
of Dr. Dalen Quaice.

There is no Dr. Dalen Quaice
aboard the Enterprise.

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.

Come.

Lieutenant Worf, yesterday,
before we left Starbase

an old friend of mine came
onboard, Dr. Dalen Quaice.

I requested quarters for him.

He was assigned here.

I was not aware
of this passenger.

I'm sorry.
I thought it was

standard procedure
for you to be informed

after Captain Picard
approved passage.

It is.
Please proceed.

We were to meet for breakfast

but I can't seem to find
him or his belongings.

Computer, where is
Dr. Dalen Quaice?

There is no Dr. Dalen Quaice
aboard the Enterprise.

Lieutenant, Dr. Quaice
is very old and rather frail.

If he fell somewhere

if his communicator
were damaged...

I will order a search
immediately.

Thank you.

Even if Dr. Quaice
had been injured

why would his belongings
be missing?

Sir, I have several teams

conducting
a deck-by-deck search.

It is not yet complete.

I have scanned
the entire ship, Captain.

Other than the Enterprise's
regular complement

I could find
no one else onboard.

Your sensors wouldn't detect him
if he were dead.

That is correct, Doctor.

Could, um...

your friend have returned
to the Starbase

without telling you...
an emergency of some sort?

There were a lot of people
going back and forth

between the ship
and the Starbase yesterday.

We could easily check
the transporter ID traces.

By all means,
check the trace log

but even if the results
are negative

contact Starbase Command.

We should leave nothing
to chance.

Aye, sir.

One moment, Doctor.

I'm sure you're aware

of the procedure
involving passengers.

Of course.
I don't know why

Lieutenant Worf wasn't
told about Dr. Quaice.

Well, I was not informed either.

But I sent in a request
weeks ago.

Then it must have
been intercepted

before it reached me.

And someone else sent approval?

Why?

Dr. Quaice had been stationed
at the Starbase for some time?

Six years.

Perhaps it would be prudent
to find out

if he had acquired
any enemies there.

Course laid in
for Durenia IV, sir.

Thank you, Number One.
Mr. Data?

Sir, Starbase 133
has no record at all

of a Dr. Dalen Quaice.

You said he was stationed
there for six years.

Not according to their computer.

I have also accessed
Starfleet records.

There is no doctor

currently serving in Starfleet
named Quaice.

In fact, I can find
no service record whatsoever.

There are no birth records
with that name.

I can find no...

Data, I interned with him
on Delos IV.

I've known him for 15 years.

I do not doubt you, Doctor
but I have tried

173 phonetic variations
of the name, and I...

His name is Dalen Quaice.
Q-u-a-i-c-e.

Whatever your records say,
they're wrong.

Mr. Worf?

We have completed
our search, Captain.

We cannot locate Dr. Quaice.

You're not alone.

He was onboard.

I met him myself
in Transporter Room Three.

Then it appears,
for reasons unknown

someone has taken great pains
to erase all traces

of this man.

Who was on transporter duty
when he came aboard?

Dr. Quaice?

Was he part
of the regular crew rotation?

No, he's a friend
of Dr. Crusher's.

When did he arrive?

Yesterday at 1600 hours.

That was my watch.

I beamed this man onboard?

Yes. I was here to meet him.

An elderly man,
not in the best of health.

I'm sorry.

I remember you being here
for a short while

but you were alone.

Wa-Was he invisible?

Did I carry on
a conversation with thin air?

No, Doctor.

As I recall, you came in

and you looked around
for a few moments.

I asked you if I could help you
with anything.

All you said was "Thank you."

I said, "My pleasure"
or something.

And that was the end of it.

There was no one else here.

I can't believe

that Chief O'Brien
might be lying.

Well, he believes what he says

and there is no trace imprint
for Dr. Quaice.

Will, I didn't just conjure up

one of my best friends
from a test tube.

Well, if the ship's records
have been tampered with

the transporter records

could have been changed,
as well.

And with everybody coming
and going yesterday

maybe O'Brien
just doesn't remember.

Or...

Or?

It might be a good idea to run
a diagnostic on him.

To make sure
he wasn't tampered with.

What do you think?

It's worth a try.

I'll check the replicator
activity logs.

18 hours is a long time
to go without food.

Or without someone seeing him.

Chief, this examination
should only take a few minutes.

But I feel fine.

Sit down.

Doctor, it's no use
checking my eyesight.

I didn't see your friend.

I'll be a little more
comprehensive than that, Chief.

Dr. Crusher to Dr. Hill.

Respond, please.

Dr. Selar,
your present location?

Computer, current whereabouts
of Doctors Hill and Selar.

There is no Dr. Hill
or Dr. Selar

aboard the Enterprise.

Doctors Hill and Selar
and four other members

of my medical staff
have all vanished.

All record of their ever having
been on the Enterprise

has been excised
from the computer's memory.

Did they come onboard
with Dr. Quaice?

No, they've been onboard
for months

but my two duty nurses
don't remember them.

Their families
don't even remember them.

As O'Brien didn't remember
Dr. Quaice.

I checked O'Brien thoroughly.

I found no physiological
abnormalities.

Crusher to Captain Picard.

Go ahead, Ensign.

I'm in Engineering, sir.

There's something down here
I think you'd better see.

It may be connected to
Dr. Quaice's disappearance.

On my way.

Progress, Number One.

No one's seen him.

The replicator in his quarters
has not been used.

Mr. Worf, check hull
and shield integrity

for any sign of intruders.

Yes, sir.
But I have been

closely monitoring
all onboard sensors.

There has been no indication
that anything...

Then give me
a level-1 diagnostic

of any onboard sensors,
and run a manual sweep

of any anomalous airborne
or electromagnetic readings.

I want some answers.

I've been experimenting

with Kosinski's
warp field equations

trying to improve
engine efficiency.

I've read your reports.

We did a test run while we were
still at the Starbase.

Here's what
the computer recorded.

This is the static warp field

we created
inside the warp drive.

The experiment
was designed to see

if we could keep
a bubble like this intact.

As you'll see in a moment,
we couldn't.

There was a momentary
flash of light.

It was all over the spectrum.

I remember that.

Are you suggesting that a bubble

could have made Dr. Quaice
disappear?

If he were caught
in it, yes, sir

it would seem to us
like he'd disappeared.

Where would he go?

Who knows?

Could even end up outside
of our space-time continuum.

Was Dr. Quaice in Engineering
during your experiment?

No, sir.

And the bubble never expanded
beyond Engineering?

No, sir.

Then how could it
have trapped Dr. Quaice

or the others?

There are others missing?

Yes, and they weren't
anywhere near Engineering.

It doesn't make sense.

I doubt that a warp bubble

could alter computer records
or erase memories.

Keep at it, Ensign,
Mr. La Forge.

It's our only working theory
for now.

Has something else happened?

Sick Bay is totally empty.

Apparently, I no longer
have any staff.

And that surprises you, Doctor?

Surprises me?
I'll say it surprises me.

There should be
at least four members

of my staff on duty
at all times.

I am afraid ship's records
do not concur, Doctor.

What are you talking about?

You do not have a staff.

You're telling me,
I'm the sole medical officer

on a ship
with over 1,000 people onboard?

Excuse me, Doctor

but the entire ship's complement
is 230.

What?

Doctor, may I see you
in my ready room?

Would you care for something?

So, Beverly...

Tea, Earl Gray. Hot.

You're saying
that this ship has lost

nearly 800 of its personnel.

I know how it sounds.

None of the scans
show any anomalies.

No signs of an intruder.

Wesley's experiment clearly
did not have the scope

to affect an entire Starship.

Captain, the Enterprise
is in serious danger.

You must believe me.

I have no choice
but to believe you.

The safety of my entire crew
is at stake.

But I... I must be sure.

That I haven't lost my mind?

I just examined myself

and being the only doctor
onboard

I had to do it myself.

There were no signs
of dysfunction.

Yes, there was

an increased elevation
of adrenaline

but I think
that is understandable.

Did you find anything
that might suggest

why you're apparently
the only one among us

unaffected by this...
this phenomenon?

No.

I'll talk to Troi.

It wouldn't do any harm.

Captain, please.

Return this ship to Starbase 133
for a full diagnostic.

I realize you have my word only
to convince you.

Mr. Riker?

Captain?

Set a course for a return
to Starbase 133 immediately.

Aye, sir.

Your word has always
been good enough for me.

I've had a team in Sick Bay
for two hours.

We've run the mass spectrometer
on all particulates.

We've scanned the EM spectrum
in case there was a wave guide

somehow leaking radiation.

We've even crawled around
in the life-support ductwork.

Captain, I don't know
what this vortex was

that Doctor Crusher saw.

I didn't just see it, I felt it.

I barely escaped from it.

Well, there's nothing there now,
and no sign there ever was.

Is there any possible connection
with Mr. Crusher's experiment?

Could this "warp bubble" be
floating about the ship perhaps?

No, sir.

That bubble was definitely
contained in Engineering.

There's no way it could possibly

have affected anything
up on deck 12.

Sir, I have completed level-1
computer diagnostics.

There are no malfunctions.

Have any other ships responded
to our queries, Data?

The Wellington is

the only Federation vessel
in this sector.

It reports normal operations.

A Ferengi ship
within communications range

also reports nothing unusual.

Are all the members of the crew
accounted for?

Yes, Doctor.

How many are there?

There are 114 people
on the Enterprise.

That is the exact number
there should be.

There are now over 900 missing.

Deck after deck
of this ship is deserted now.

How do you account
for all the empty rooms?

If there are only supposed
to be 114 people onboard

why all the extra space?

Transportation of colonists

diplomatic missions,
emergency evacuations...

Thank you, Mr. Data.

Have security confine

all non-essential personnel
to their quarters.

Computer, go
to Red Alert.

I'd like Lieutenant Worf
to program onboard sensors

to monitor all personnel.

If we can catch the moment...

I'm sorry.

Whom did you say?

Worf. Chief of Security.

The big guy who never smiles?

The Klingon!

Whoa.

Deanna?

I need you to tell me
if I've gone completely mad.

If you can ask the question,
I'd say no.

Don't evade the question.

Well, then, ask me one
I can answer.

Deanna, I've delivered
babies that no longer exist.

No one else remembers them.

Yet I can close my eyes
and see their faces

clearly as I see yours now.

What if it's not
some huge conspiracy?

What if it is just me?

What if it is just you?

Then I've delayed a mission

and frightened a lot of people,
including myself.

So what?

You have acted
in the best interests

of your ship and crew.

What more could you ask
of yourself?

And if this turns out
to be a mistake

then we'll be a little late
arriving at Durenia IV.

That's all.

It's not a mistake.

I wish it were.

When we reach Starbase,
I'll order a complete workup

both physical and psychological.

If we reach Starbase.

Wesley.

Where's Wesley?

Wesley!

Mom?

Are you all right?

No.

We may have
very little time left.

You don't believe me.

Look, Mom, I don't know...

I don't have time
to convince you.

Hundreds of people
are now missing

and your experiment is the only
possible explanation we have

that we can work on right now.

Well, there it is.

I don't know what else
to do with it.

Then find someone who does.

Someone who knows something
about... about warp bubbles.

I've already talked
to Kosinski on subspace

and he can't explain it, either.

And this is based
on his equations.

There is someone
who may be able to help

but I can't reach him.

- Who?
- He was Kosinski's assistant.

He was an alien
from Tau Alpha C.

He said he was
some kind of "Traveler."

Somehow, he combined
warp technology

and the energy
from his own thoughts.

Yes, I remember.

Wesley, do you think
it's possible

that you've
accidentally recreated

something that he did?

Something
that could alter reality?

I don't see how.

He's the only one
who could explain it to us.

I've sent a message
to Tau Alpha C

but it's so far away,
it could take days to get there.

Maybe the Captain can help us.

We've got to find him.
Come on.

I don't even know
if he's still alive.

He was very sick.

Well, we can't stand
around here doing nothing.

It's a chance.

We have to try to...

Wesley.

Wesley!

They're all gone?

Riker, Troi, Data?

Wait a minute.
Let me guess.

You never heard of any of them.

You know, Doctor,
I have been more than fair.

I've done everything I can
to substantiate your...

your perceptions of a crew...

Will Riker.

Your First Officer.

He's-he's very good

at playing poker, loves to cook.

He listens to jazz music,
plays the trombone.

I cannot find
any evidence of a Will Riker...

Commander Data,
the android who sits at Ops.

Dreams of being human.

Never gets the punch line
of a joke.

Doctor... we'll be arriving
at Starbase 133 in a few hours.

Deanna Troi,
your ship's Counselor.

Half-Betazoid, loves chocolate.

The arrival of her mother
makes you shudder.

O'Brien, Geordi, Worf.

Wesley, my son.

They all have been the living,
breathing heart of this crew

for over three years.

They deserve more than to be
shrugged off, brushed aside

just pinched
out of existence like that.

They all do.

They deserve so much more.

Beverly...

perhaps it would be best

if you were to confine yourself
to Sick Bay until we arrive.

It's all perfectly logical
to you, isn't it?

The two of us
roaming about the galaxy

in the flagship
of the Federation.

No crew at all.

We've never needed
a crew before.

I don't suppose you remember
an alien from Tau Alpha C

who was onboard once?

He called himself a "Traveler."

Jean-Luc,
I don't know how, but you and I

have got to find this Traveler,
or another from his race.

If anyone can help us...

I give you my word,
when we arrive at the Starbase

I will make every effort
to find him.

It's not a delusion.

It is not a dream.

There is a physical,
measurable phenomenon

at work here.

Perhaps you could help me
to identify it.

How?

I'd like to use
the ship's computer to monitor

your life functions.

Until I disappear?

It will happen.

All right.

Computer, continuous scan

Captain Jean-Luc Picard,
vital signs.

Audible readout.
Begin now.

Body temperature,
37.2 degrees...

I promise you,
I will continue to do

whatever I can
to find out what's happening

and to bring you all back.

Blood pressure, 122 over 76.

I'm sorry I lost my temper.

You do remember that?

Vividly.

Electrolytic balance...

But if I have forgotten
my closest friends and comrades

as you say,
then I deserved every word.

Respiration, 17.
Blood pressure...

For quite some time, I've been
meaning to say something to you.

I might not have another chance.

Jean-Luc, you and I...

I won't forget.

I won't forget any of you.

Wesley, have you got it?

What's happening?

I'm losing it.

The link
isn't holding, Commander.

I'll go
to the secondary equations.

No.

Look.

I've lost it.

Damn, I'm sorry, Wesley.

It's over.

There's no way
we'll get her back now.

It's not over, Wesley.

There's still a way.

Captain's Log, Stardate 44162.5.

Two attempts to retrieve
Dr. Crusher have failed.

And now the Traveler...

a mysterious visitor
from our past... has reappeared.

Is she alive?

As long as she thinks
she is alive, she is alive.

What the hell does that mean?

Your species have
very narrow perceptions

of time and space and thought.

When Beverly Crusher was caught
in the static warp bubble

she created her own reality.

Her thoughts at the precise
moment she was trapped

determined its shape and form.

Can you go in and get her back?

No, it is her reality.

I cannot enter it

anymore than I can enter
her thoughts.

But you said
there's still a way.

I can help

but I can't do it myself.

Wesley...

there is a power
within each of us

that most people
haven't begun to realize.

But you have begun

or else I would not have
known to come here now.

Together, we may be able
to open a gateway for her...

but she must choose
to walk through it.

Computer, we are going to apply
precise diagnostic methodology.

Once we've cataloged
the symptoms

we will proceed
to determine the illness

and then find the cure.

We will start
with the assumption

that I am not crazy.

If I am, it won't matter
one way or another.

Computer, read the entire
crew roster for the Enterprise.

Dr. Beverly Crusher.

Have I always been

the only member of the crew
on the Starship Enterprise?

Affirmative.

If this were a bad dream,
would you tell me?

That is not a valid question.

Like hell, it's not.

What date did I report onboard?

Stardate 41154,
1400 hours, three minutes.

That sounds about right.

Computer, is there more than one
USS Enterprise?

This vessel
is the fifth Starship

to bear the name USS Enterprise.

It is currently the only one
in service.

What is the primary mission
of the Starship Enterprise?

To explore the galaxy.

Do I have the necessary skills
to complete that mission alone?

Negative.

Then why am I
the only crew member?

Aha, gotcha there.

That information
is not available.

Computer, are you familiar

with the inhabitants
of Tau Alpha C?

Affirmative.

Are any presently located
on any Starbase or vessel

within communication distance?

Negative.

Estimated time to Tau Alpha C
at warp 9.5?

123 days.

Lay in a new course
for Tau Alpha C

and send a subspace message
advising them of our arrival.

Acknowledged.

Engage.

Computer, did you change course?

State new destination
or coordinates.

I stated it.
Damn it.

Tau Alpha C.

There is no Tau Alpha C
listed on current star maps.

Captain's Log, Stardate 44162.8.

At the direction
of the Traveler

the Enterprise is returning
to Starbase 133

and the precise position where
the subspace bubble was formed.

Our goal will be to create
a stable gateway

between our reality
and your mother's reality.

We've tried.
We can't stabilize the link.

Of course not.

The equations are
only the first step.

We will be going
beyond mathematics.

Just tell me what I have to do.

Begin by letting go
of your guilt, Wesley.

It's my fault.
I shouldn't have tried...

Focus on the present.

You will have to be here
completely to help her back.

You must open yourself
to time and space

and the intricate threads
that bind them.

Begin entering
your warp field equations.

Now close your eyes.

See past the numbers.

Trust yourself.

I can't.

I can't do it.

When the time comes,
you will, Wesley.

You will.

Starbase 133,
this is the Enterprise.

Starbase 133,
this is the Enterprise.

Please acknowledge.

Viewscreen on.

It's not just people.

Everything is disappearing.

Computer, what is that mist
I'm seeing?

Sensors indicate it
to be a mass-energy field

705 meters in diameter.

It surrounds the ship?

Affirmative.

If there's nothing wrong
with me...

maybe there's something wrong
with the universe.

Computer, what is beyond
the mass-energy field?

Sensors cannot penetrate
the field.

Here's a question
you shouldn't be able to answer.

Computer, what is the nature
of the universe?

The universe is
a spheroid region

705 meters in diameter.

Captain, approaching
Starbase 133.

Slow to ten meters per second.

Mr. La Forge, prepare

for precision station keeping.

Acknowledged.
Readying thrusters.

There.

There it is.

We're moving into phase now.

There's your warp bubble,
Wesley.

What?

What's wrong?

It is... collapsing.

Computer, give me

a graphic representation
of the universe.

I've seen this before.

Wesley's experiment.

The bubble.

Of course.

But that would mean

that I'm the one trapped
in the bubble.

Computer, what's happening?

Explosive decompression,
decks five through 14.

Sealing off forward sections.

Cause?

A flaw in the ship's design.

Show me.

Analysis.

No ship's structures exist
forward of bulkhead 342.

Superimpose previous image
over this one

same scale,
and continue to monitor.

It's collapsing!

Hull integrity now compromised
on decks three through 15.

Computer, how long
can life-support be maintained?

Four minutes, 17 seconds.

Captain, we have reestablished
exact coordinates and attitude.

Geordi, we're in position.

Your status?

The warp bubble is contracting

at a rate of 15 meters
per second.

We're going to lose it
in about four minutes.

It is time, Wesley.

We're ready, Commander.

Proceed.

I'll be in Engineering.

Let it go, Wesley.

Let go of the anticipation

the expectations

the demands upon yourself.

Let it all go.

Leave it behind.

Yes.

The ability is there
inside of you.

You do not need to look for it.

Three minutes, 30 seconds
to life-support failure.

The Traveler used his thoughts
to alter warp fields.

Thoughts became reality.

Now I'm in a warp field.

Could my thoughts
have changed this reality?

Come on, Beverly!

What's the next step?

What was I thinking at the
moment Wesley's bubble formed?

Dalen Quaice.

He said all the people
he'd known were gone.

I thought of Jack.
I went to see Wesley...

The flash in Engineering...

That's when it started.

That's when...

I started losing everybody.

My thoughts created
this universe.

Can they get me out of it again?

That information
is not available.

I'm not talking to you.

Click my heels together
three times

and I'm back in Kansas.

Can it be that simple?

Two minutes, 30 seconds
to life-support failure.

Computer,
hypothetical situation.

A person is trapped
inside of a static warp bubble.

Determine a means of escape.

Escape would
theoretically depend

on establishing
a stable threshold

between the warp field
and the outer environment.

Describe this threshold.

Negative.
There are no known

practical applications
of this theory.

Extrapolate
from theoretical database.

How would it manifest itself?

A dynamic atmospheric
disturbance of great intensity.

Disturbance?

The vortex.

They must have been trying
to reach me.

But how do I find it?

Wesley, where do I go?

Help me.

Stable threshold.

They've been trying to create
a stable threshold.

Where are they trying to do it?

Where did they do it
the first time?

Engineering.

One minute, 30 seconds
to life-support failure.

Engineering.

Failure in turboshaft four.

Unable to proceed
to Main Engineering.

Just take me anywhere
on deck 36.

We're losing the bubble!

Beverly?

Jean-Luc.

Oh!

You...

Do I have you to thank
for getting me back?

No.

Oh...

Jean-Luc, if I might ask

how many people
are there onboard?

1,014...

including your guest,
Dr. Quaice.

Is there something wrong
with that count, Doctor?

No. That's the exact number
there should be.

Someone needs to stop Clearway Law.
Public shouldn't leave reviews for lawyers.