Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987–1994): Season 5, Episode 14 - Conundrum - full transcript
The Enterprise is heading for the Epsilon solar system. A suddenly approaching alien ship uses scanners so strong that all crew members including Data lose most of their personal memories, even names and ranks, yet retain their operational and language skills. The external communications are down and computer data banks have been selectively wiped. Some, including the ship's manifest, are altered, so as to make a Commander MacDuff Executive Officer (rather then Riker) and the Enterprise is on a crucial mission in a war the Federation would be conducting for years against the Lysian race. The alien ship has been destroyed, they assume by the Enterprise, although there's no battle damage. While crew members behave differently, failing their normal reference patterns, MacDuff volunteers for a memory therapy Dr. Crusher suggests, so he can pretend for it to fail and press on the attack on the Lysian headquarters, but the war logic doesn't quite add up...
PICARD:
Captain's log, stardate 45494.2.
We're investigating
a series of subspace signals
that may indicate intelligent life
in the Epsilon Silar system.
We are within sensor range.
The characteristic response
to the Kriskov Gambit
is to counter
with the el-Mitra Exchange,
particularly since I have already
taken both of your rooks.
By missing that opportunity,
you have left your king vulnerable.
We'll see.
As you wish, counselor.
Check.
Intriguing.
You have devised a completely
unanticipated response
to a classic attack.
You will checkmate my king
in seven moves.
Data, chess isn’t just a game
of ploys and gambits.
It's a game of intuition.
Hmm.
You are a challenging opponent,
counselor.
Thanks.
But don't think a compliment's
going to get you out of our bet.
You owe me one Samarian Sunset,
made in the traditional style,
as only you can make it, Data.
I will honor our agreement.
Raise your arm to the side.
- Is that it?
- I'm afraid so.
What do you think?
Well, it looks like you tucked
when you should have flattened out.
Something like that.
Turn your head to the left.
Ow.
Some tearing of the ligaments.
- Nothing we can't take care of.
- Good.
If I remember correctly,
the last time you graced my Sickbay,
you were diving off
the Cliffs of Heaven on Sumiko IV.
- Holodeck Program 47-C.
- Same thing.
Only that time, I flattened out
when I should have tucked.
Well, as your doctor,
I would like to recommend
the Emerald Wading Pool
on Cirrus IV.
It's a lot safer.
Navigators on this ship have been
doing flight-handling assessments
the same way for years, ensign.
And I found a better way.
Bridge.
Do you mind if we discuss changes
in procedure before you make them?
If I had to come to you in advance
and ask you to do it my way...
- I might have said yes, maybe.
- No.
The point is, I didn't get the chance.
The point is, with all due respect,
commander,
you are trying to turn me
into your idea of the model officer.
The rules on this ship
do not change
just because Ro Laren
decides they do.
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
We are picking up
a subspace signal, captain.
Sensors indicate
a small spacecraft ahead.
Configuration is unfamiliar.
Nothing in our database
comes close.
Within visual range.
On-screen.
Analysis, Mr. Worf.
No discernible armament.
Reading one life form aboard.
Hail the vessel.
[BEEP3]
No response.
LA FORGE:
We're being scanned.
But it's not like any sensor system
I've ever seen.
Should we raise shields?
No. Let's, uh...
Let's begin this
with a show of good faith.
Sir, the scans are now
matching the frequency
of our optical data network.
It could be an attempt to access
our computer system.
Scanning intensity has increased
by 1,500 percent.
Shields up.
One Samarian Sunset,
made in the traditional style.
It's beautiful.
I hope you enjoy it.
I hope you enjoy it.
The scanning signal
has penetrated our shields.
Computers are going down.
Take evasive action.
The helm's not responding.
What happened?
What the hell?
I don't know who any of you are.
Nor do I.
I don't...
I don't even remember who I am.
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.
It looks like we're all
in the same boat.
Make that the same starship.
But who are we?
And what are we doing here?
It looks like I'm the pilot.
[BEEP3]
We're not going anywhere now.
The helm's dead.
But you still know how to work it.
Yes.
This console
has tactical configuration.
Yes.
Phaser power status, intruder scan,
torpedo guidance.
But they do not appear
to be operable.
Clearly we still possess
certain skills.
It would seem we know
how to operate this ship.
But our identities have somehow
been erased or...
Or suppressed.
We are on the Bridge.
There's a good chance this is our ship.
It looks like you're the leader.
WORF: Perhaps we should not jump
to conclusions.
I am decorated as well.
Well, it seems to me that determining
leadership is not crucial right now.
We need to find out who we are,
and, well, what we're doing out here.
But how did this happen?
What did this to us?
Better still, who did this to us?
I've got some intermittent
sensor readings here.
The scan keeps repeating itself
like it's stuck,
but it looks like there's metallic debris
right in front of us.
Distance, 17 kilometers.
- The remains of another ship?
LA FORGE: That's a good possibility.
Well, perhaps we were engaged
in battle.
If they stunned us with some type
of bioelectric field,
that could have wiped
out our memories.
Then we fired back. Destroyed them.
But if that presumption is correct,
then we could have sustained
other damage.
Um...
Computer, status report.
No voice interface.
No interface, period.
Hey, got something.
I've accessed the basic system
directories.
Can we get a general status report?
LA FORGE: Life-support systems
throughout the ship
are fully operational.
Navigation, propulsion off-line.
What about communications?
Completely disrupted.
That rules out a distress signal.
If we even knew where to send it.
Do we have an onboard
communication system?
We do now.
Let's use it.
This ship must have a crew.
They may still have their memories.
We should be careful what we say.
There could be a boarding party
somewhere on the ship.
Bridge to all personnel.
Select a representative
from your group
to contact the Bridge
and report on your status.
[OVER COM]
Remain where you are and stay calm.
Bridge out.
Well, that helps a lot.
Report on our status?
I wonder if everyone is
in the same condition as we are.
This hurts.
How's that?
Thanks.
I didn't even think.
I just picked it up
and knew how to use it.
At least I have an idea
of what I'm doing here.
But what about me?
I mean,
I'm a patient in a bathing suit.
That doesn't say much.
No, it doesn't.
Do you have any clothes around here
I could borrow?
At least until I figure out
where the swimming pool is.
[RO SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
We've heard from all decks.
There are over a thousand people
onboard.
Everyone's had their memories
affected in the same way we have.
I've just completed a survey
of our tactical systems.
We are equipped
with ten phaser banks,
250 photon torpedoes
and a high-capacity shield grid.
- We're a battleship.
WORF: Yes, it appears so.
This turbolift system gives us access
to the rest of the ship.
That sounds
like the next logical step.
We should start
with the most crucial areas first.
Main engineering, Deck 36.
I'm on my way.
Oh, wait a minute.
We've gotta coordinate
our efforts here first.
I just need to do something.
Look, I feel the same way. We all do.
But if anything's gonna get done...
I know, I just...
It's really an ugly feeling.
I don't like being so out of control.
Well, we're going to have to depend
on each other
if we're going to get through this,
okay?
Okay.
We're going to search the ship.
Very well. Proceed.
I'll go with you. I wanna get my hands
on the computer core.
See if we can reestablish control
from there.
[BEEPING]
I've accessed the optical data network
for the computer core.
I can monitor every system
that's routed through here.
Warp and impulse drives are reading
within tolerance levels.
And so are the tactical arrays.
Defensive and offensive.
Everything looks functional.
Now if we could access
the control systems,
- we could get them up and running.
- According to these schematics,
the engineering computer-core
access is down that corridor.
Weapons, propulsion and shields
are the priorities.
We could be in danger
of another attack.
That's where I'll start.
We'll begin our crew survey
on Decks 5 through 10.
When you get those systems going,
try to pull up the personnel files.
It'd be nice if we all had names.
All right, good luck.
Yeah, you too.
So far, our survey teams have found
no deaths or injuries among the crew.
The shuttle craft are all operational,
as are the transporters.
No one they've talked to knows
any more about their identities
than we do.
Engineering is working on accessing
the control systems.
As soon as the ship is operational,
we must make it combat ready.
Well, I would recommend
that before we prepare for combat,
we try to access the ship's logs
to find out who we are,
what our purpose here might be.
Oh, I disagree.
We must first make ourselves
ready for battle.
That is the highest priority.
LA FORGE [OVER COM]:
Engineering to Bridge.
- Go ahead.
- I regained control of navigation,
propulsion, weapons
and communications.
We should be able to tie them
into the Bridge in just a few minutes.
Well done.
Now, we are ready.
The question is, for what?
The phasers are operational.
We now have full tactical control.
We should run a complete diagnostic
on all command systems.
A full diagnostic would require us
to take our systems off-line.
We would be defenseless.
If we're gonna trust our lives
to these systems,
we should be certain
that they're not going to fail.
The computer was damaged.
Some processors might still be down.
Proceed with the diagnostic.
What have you found, doctor?
Not much.
The brain scans I've run
are unusual,
but there's no damage
to the hippocampus.
That suggests that we still have
our long-term memories,
but somehow they're being blocked.
Is it possible to bypass
these normal pathways
to get at these memories
some other way?
That's what I'm hoping.
What I need now is to see some
normal brain scans for comparison.
Is there any chance I can get
the crew's medical files?
No, we are currently running
a full diagnostic.
Computer resources are limited.
The medical records
are our next priority.
Thank you.
I guess these are my quarters,
but I don't remember anything.
RIKER: If it's any comfort,
we're all in the same situation.
So stay put for now.
I'll be back in touch.
- Okay, sir. Thanks.
WOMAN: I'm really sorry.
That's all I need for now.
Well, that's it for the living quarters
on this deck.
What's next?
There's a large room up ahead
called Ten-Forward.
Let's go.
So if everything were back
to the way it was supposed to be,
what do you think
you'd be doing right now?
I'd be having more fun
than searching the ship, I'd imagine.
Fun?
Well, with that holodeck
we just saw,
I think I could conjure up
an interesting program or two.
- Now, that's disappointing.
- Why?
You don't strike me
as a man who needs a holodeck
to have a good time.
[ALL CHATTERING]
Who reported to the Bridge
from this group?
- I did.
- Have you found out anything
that might give us some insight
into what happened?
Not specifically, but there are two
things that seem unusual.
The bartender
is an artificial life form.
Can I get you something?
A beverage?
- No, thank you.
- I'm fine.
Your memories are gone as well?
The databanks that identify
who I am are not functioning.
You were going to mention
something else?
TROI:
I don't know if it means anything,
but I seem to have an ability
that the others don't.
I have a very strong sense
of what other people are feeling.
At times it's almost...
Is something wrong?
No.
Just for a moment,
you seemed familiar.
You remember me?
Not exactly.
I mean, I don't know who you are,
but there's something about you.
WORF [OVER COM]:
Bridge to survey team.
Survey team here. Go ahead.
WORF: We have accessed
the personnel files.
Report to the Bridge immediately.
We're on our way.
Computer, give me a biographical
listing of all personnel responsible
for the primary operation
of this ship.
COMPUTER: A full biographical listing
is not available.
Is there any list of the ship's
senior officers?
COMPUTER:
The crew manifest is available.
That's better than nothing.
Give me the crew manifest.
COMPUTER: Commanding officer,
Captain Jean-Luc Picard.
Executive officer,
Commander Keiran MacDuff.
Second officer,
Commander William Riker.
Operations officer,
Lieutenant Commander Data.
Chief medical officer,
Dr. Beverly Crusher.
Ship's counselor,
Lieutenant Commander Deanna Troi.
Chief engineer, Lieutenant
Commander Geordi La Forge.
Security chief, Lieutenant Worf.
Helm officer, Ensign Ro Laren.
Commander MacDuff,
have the other officers
listed here report to the Bridge.
Aye, sir.
Your next priority will be
to retrieve any information
you can about this ship's mission.
Contact the operations officer
to assist you.
- Aye, sir.
- He's in Ten-Forward waiting tables.
Captain.
I regret my recent behavior.
I assumed an attitude of authority
that was unwarranted.
Mr. Worf, we're all doing the best
we can in a difficult situation.
Think nothing more of it.
Thank you, captain.
We haven't finished a full search
of the computer records,
but we have found out quite a bit.
This vessel is called the Enterprise.
We are part of an organization called
the United Federation of Planets.
The Federation is currently
in a state of war.
With whom?
LA FORGE:
The Lysian Alliance.
They're a genocidal race determined
to destroy us.
The war's been going on for years.
Starfleet Command believes
the Lysians are using a new weapon
which has shifted the balance
of power to their favor.
Over the last two months,
14 Federation vessels
have been captured,
apparently very easily,
their crews held captive on Lysia.
What do we know
about this weapon?
Our scientists theorize the Lysians
are using an energy wave,
either plasma-based
or a subspace interference pattern.
The weapon severely disrupts
a starship's computer system,
as well as the mental functions
of its crew.
That's what happened to us.
Mr. La Forge, do we have
any record of our current mission?
Yes, sir.
We are approximately here.
We have been ordered to cross
into Lysian territory
and destroy their central command.
This is it.
The nerve center for the entire
Lysian military operation.
Captain, there's been a great deal
of damage to our computer system.
Maybe we're not getting
the correct information.
What are you saying?
That we get confirmation of
this mission from our headquarters.
If we use subspace radio,
we will be detected.
There could be thousands
of lives at stake.
Our orders specifically require us
to maintain radio silence.
DATA: Our mission is part
of a highly coordinated effort
to put an end to the war.
There are other vessels
on other fronts,
all working according
to an intricate plan.
We're the linchpin to the operation.
If we don't destroy the central
command, the entire effort will fail.
He's right, captain.
Our choice is clear.
Commander MacDuff, set a course
for the Lysian central command.
These are your quarters.
Thanks for your help.
Come in for a minute?
Recognize anything?
It's like it belongs to someone else.
Nothing feels right.
This room, this ship.
Most of all, this war we're fighting.
I don't imagine war ever feels right.
I suppose that's true.
What is it?
That same feeling.
You seem familiar.
You're the only thing that does.
Can you remember
anything specific about us?
I don't know.
It's more like remembering
an emotion.
Feelings that you're somehow
associated with.
I hope they're good feelings.
Yes, they are.
This entire situation
is a little bit unnerving.
It's been a long day.
We've all been through a lot.
We certainly have.
I'll see you tomorrow. Good night.
Hi.
I know I didn't get the wrong room.
I just didn't like the way my quarters
were decorated.
Besides, I had this funny feeling
that maybe
I spend most of my off hours here.
Really?
For all we know,
you and I could be married.
For all we know,
you and I could hate each other.
[RO CHUCKLES]
Sort of exciting, isn't it?
We just don't know.
We might regret this.
Regret what? Aren't you being
a little presumptuous?
Like I said,
I just didn't like the way
my quarters were decorated.
Maybe we should switch quarters.
Maybe we should stay right here
and see what happens.
What if I snore in my sleep?
What makes you think
you're gonna get any sleep?
Captain, we have crossed
the Lysian border.
Take us out of warp, ensign.
- Go to three-quarters impulse.
- Yes, sir.
Mr. Worf, maintain a continuous
sensor sweep.
Aye, sir.
How long till we reach
their central command?
At our current speed,
approximately 37 hours.
Captain, I am picking up
a vessel directly ahead.
Can you identify, Mr. Data?
The ship matches the Starfleet
description of a Lysian destroyer,
a short-range attack vessel
with disrupter-style weapons
and a standard crew of 53.
Within visual range.
On-screen.
The destroyer is increasing
its speed.
They are moving to intercept.
- Evasive maneuver sequence delta.
RO: Yes, sir.
They are matching our maneuvers.
Activating phaser arrays.
Ready to fire, sir.
Stand by.
Captain, our orders were to destroy
all Lysian warships.
I'm aware of that, commander.
Tactical analysis, Mr. Data.
The destroyer has minimal shields.
Their disrupter capacity appears
to be only 2.1 megajoules.
They're no match for the Enterprise.
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
- Captain, the destroyer is hailing us.
- Open a channel.
No.
Their new weapon.
Whatever it is, it erased
our computers and our memories.
Maybe this is how they do it.
Over communication channels.
It is conceivable, sir.
It's also possible they just want
to talk to us.
I think we should respond.
Captain, the ship is hailing us again.
If you're wrong,
it could mean our destruction.
We can't take the risk, captain.
DATA: The Lysians have
stopped transmitting, captain.
They are powering up
their disrupters.
They have locked on to us, sir.
- Full shields.
- Shields up.
[ALARM BLARING]
Captain?
Return fire.
The ship has been destroyed.
Maintain this course, ensign.
Three-quarters impulse.
RO: Yes, sir.
- Well done, captain.
The Lysian central command
would have received any transmission
from the destroyer by now.
They're going to be on alert.
I recommend a randomly vectored
approach to our target.
It would be our best chance
of avoiding any sort of pursuit.
- Agreed.
- Doctor, the success of this mission
would be much more likely
if we could get our memories back.
Is there anything you can do?
I found several cases resembling
our condition in the medical index.
The causes are different,
but the cure is similar in each case.
Could the same treatment work
for us?
That's what I'm hoping.
It involves increasing the activity
of the medial temporal region
of the brain,
using short-term memory synapses
to retrieve long-term memory.
When can you start?
As soon as our medical files
become available.
It would be dangerous
to attempt treatment without them.
Mr. La Forge?
Data and I ran into a little trouble
accessing the medical-file areas
of the computer.
But with a little time, I'm pretty sure
we'll be able to get there.
- Three hours, maximum.
- Proceed.
[BEEPING]
Ahh, I don't get it.
I'm still hitting a file wall.
There appears to be
a command-path discontinuity.
I shall attempt to rewrite
the locator subroutine.
You must have been one hell
of a bartender.
It's too bad there
aren't more of you around.
- We could certainly use the help.
- Yes.
I wonder why you're
the only one onboard.
I have expended
considerable thought
with respect to my apparent
uniqueness among the crew.
Any conclusions?
Several possibilities
suggest themselves.
I may represent an entire race
of artificial life forms.
If so, there may be a home planet
for others of my kind.
A shared history and a culture
of which I am not presently aware.
Then again, you could have been built
just for this ship.
I have considered that possibility
as well.
It may also be the case
that every starship in the Federation
is equipped with an artificial
life form such as myself.
Hmm. If that's true,
maybe you all look alike.
A standard-issue android,
hard to construct,
so only one allowed per vessel.
Hmm.
There is another possibility.
Perhaps my origin is unique.
In that case, I am alone.
[BEEPING]
We have accessed
the information-storage area.
Considerable damage has been done
to the files themselves.
The mission reports are gone.
DATA: As well as the crew records
and the personal logs.
So are the medical records.
[DOORBELL CHIMES]
RIKER:
Come in.
I'm restless.
Mind if I visit for a while?
Please.
- What's wrong?
- Everything.
Every time I think about this war,
our mission,
I feel a sense of panic like
a hand's closing around my throat.
You're never going to feel good
about this war. None of us will.
But we've gotta
complete our mission.
I've been doing a little research,
trying to find out
more about William T. Riker.
- What have you discovered?
- He's a musician, for one thing.
[PLAYING TUNE]
- Very impressive.
- No one was more surprised than I.
So, what else has your research
uncovered about William Riker?
He's athletically inclined.
Loves to climb mountains.
He's from somewhere called Alaska.
Enjoys exotic food.
And takes his vacations
on a planet called Risa.
[TROI SIGHS]
- Ode to Psyche by John Keats.
- Open it.
"To Will, All My Love, Deanna."
That may explain some of the familiar
feelings we have.
I don't know what to think.
[DOORBELL CHIMES]
Come in.
- Counselor.
- Ensign.
Am I interrupting anything?
- No.
- No.
I was just visiting. Um...
We'll talk again soon, commander.
Of course. Thank you, counselor.
Bye.
And what was all of that about?
Oh, we were just discussing
the situation we're all in.
Hmm. Good. Because I have a feeling
that I used to be the jealous type.
What bothers me, captain,
is how specific this damage is.
Any records of a personal nature,
any files that could tell us
about who we are,
those are the ones that are gone.
That's a little too selective
to be coincidence.
As selective as what was done
to our own memories.
Skills are still in place, but personal
knowledge is unavailable.
It is consistent with what we know
about the new Lysian weapon.
Doctor, is it absolutely necessary
to see the medical files
to attempt treatment?
It would be dangerous
to do without them.
It's a risk I think we have to take.
He's right, captain.
I volunteer for the procedure.
CRUSHER:
That's strange.
The diencephalic activity
is exactly the same.
There should be some increase.
Let's try broadening the bandwidth.
Go to 30.1.
Raise the frequency as well.
Increase it by 33 percent.
Something's wrong
with the sequencing program.
Keiran. Keiran.
I'm all right.
What happened?
I don't know. Something went wrong
with the sequence initiator.
We're lucky we didn't lose you.
Hmm. Did any of this work?
Do you remember anything
more about yourself?
No. I'm sorry, doctor.
Back to square one.
[DOORBELL CHIMES]
Come.
You wanted to see me, captain?
Yes, commander.
Please, come in. Sit down.
I find myself having grave concerns
about our mission.
Concerns as to its success?
No, no, no.
More fundamental doubts,
whether or not it can be justified.
I've been asking myself
the same thing.
I'm sure our superiors feel
their orders are justified.
Orders we can't even verify.
Orders we can't ignore.
But I also can't ignore
that we have greatly outclassed
the one enemy vessel
we've encountered.
And that every single possible shred
of information
which might shed some light
on this situation
has been conveniently eliminated.
I feel as though I've been handed
a weapon,
sent into a room,
and told to shoot a stranger.
Well, I need some moral context
to justify that action.
And I don't have it.
I'm not content simply
to obey orders.
I need to know
that what I'm doing is right.
So do I.
I'd feel a lot better
if all the questions were answered.
And if you wanna abandon
our mission
until our memories return,
that's your choice,
but I must ask you,
is it right to risk prolonging this war?
To allow the needless deaths
of thousands on both sides,
solely on the basis
of our moral discomfort?
[SIGHS]
[DOORBELL CHIMES]
MacDUFF:
Come.
Lieutenant.
- You wished to see me, sir?
- I did.
Please.
Memory or no, it seems clear that
both you and I were born for battle.
More so than the others.
I thought this as well.
It's conceivable that
that is the very reason
that we've been assigned
to this vessel.
The Enterprise has science officers,
medical specialists, engineers.
Our captain is undoubtedly
an accomplished diplomat,
but we, we are the warriors.
There are times for diplomacy.
This is not one of them.
You're concerned about the captain.
I am concerned about completing
our mission and ending this war.
In victory.
We may soon face
a critical moment.
The success of our mission may
hang on a split-second decision.
A hesitation would kill us all.
And those that are counting on us
would surely die as well.
We cannot let this happen.
That'll be all.
We are entering
the Lysian system, sir.
- Slow to one-quarter impulse.
- Yes, sir.
Their central command
is directly ahead.
Still beyond weapon range.
Red alert. Battle stations.
[ALARM BLARING]
Bring us to an attack posture,
Mr. Worf.
WORF:
Aye, sir.
Sensors show several objects
in our path, sir.
They are 29 meters in length
and are unmanned.
According to Starfleet records,
they're sentry pods,
programmed
to defend their central command.
I read 47 of them
around the perimeter.
Tactical analysis, Mr. Data.
The pods are equipped
with fusion-generated pulse lasers
and minimal shielding.
Not much power there.
Forward shields to maximum.
Lock phasers on the sentry pods.
Prepare to return fire.
Shields up.
Phasers locked on targets.
Full impulse.
Take us straight through.
We are through the perimeter, sir.
That was too easy.
We have yet to encounter
any battleships.
They may lie ahead.
Load all torpedo bays.
Ready phasers.
WORF:
Aye, sir.
Approaching central command.
Mr. Data, scan for defenses.
I am picking up no vessels.
No additional sentry pods.
Optimal firing range in 55 seconds.
Phaser banks ready.
Loading torpedoes.
What are the defensive capabilities
of the central command?
Armaments consist
of four laser cannons
and 39 cobalt fusion warheads
with magnetic propulsion.
Defensive shield output
is 4.3 kilojoules.
One photon torpedo ought to do it.
Data, how many people
on that station?
Fifteen thousand
three hundred eleven.
- We're within range, captain.
- Stand by.
Waiting on your order, sir.
Captain, this isn't right.
The rest of our forces
are depending on us.
How can our mortal enemy
be over 100 years behind us
in weapons technology?
Their battleships may be
on their way right now.
We must attack.
I do not fire on defenseless people.
Mr. Worf,
open a channel to the Lysians.
Belay that order.
There's something wrong
with the captain.
I'm taking command of this vessel.
Fire all weapons.
Mr. Worf.
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
PICARD:
Captain's log, supplemental.
We are on a course
to Starbase 301.
Dr. Crusher
has been working steadily
and has restored the memories
of most of the crew.
The Lysians have identified.
Commander MacDuff as a Satarran.
An alien race that's been at war
with the Lysians for decades.
I have...
I've conveyed our deepest regrets
to the Lysians over the tragedy
of their lost ship and crew.
With all the power that MacDuff had
to alter our brain chemistry
and manipulate the computers,
it's hard to believe
he needed the Enterprise.
The Satarran weapons technology
was no more advanced
than the Lysian.
One photon torpedo
would have ended their war.
It almost did.
[ALL CHATTERING]
[SIGHS]
I hope I'm not interrupting.
- No.
- No.
I was hoping to run into you.
Please, sit down.
[GRUNTS]
Well, I'm glad I ran
into the two of you.
When you have no memory
of who you are
or who anybody else is,
you find yourself...
The counselor tells me
that at times like that,
we might do the things
that we've always wanted to do.
She said that?
It's psychologically valid.
RO:
Commander, don't worry about it.
As far as I'm concerned,
you and I have shared something
that we will treasure forever.
Well,
I'm a little confused.
Well, if you're still confused
tomorrow,
you know where my office is.
Captain's log, stardate 45494.2.
We're investigating
a series of subspace signals
that may indicate intelligent life
in the Epsilon Silar system.
We are within sensor range.
The characteristic response
to the Kriskov Gambit
is to counter
with the el-Mitra Exchange,
particularly since I have already
taken both of your rooks.
By missing that opportunity,
you have left your king vulnerable.
We'll see.
As you wish, counselor.
Check.
Intriguing.
You have devised a completely
unanticipated response
to a classic attack.
You will checkmate my king
in seven moves.
Data, chess isn’t just a game
of ploys and gambits.
It's a game of intuition.
Hmm.
You are a challenging opponent,
counselor.
Thanks.
But don't think a compliment's
going to get you out of our bet.
You owe me one Samarian Sunset,
made in the traditional style,
as only you can make it, Data.
I will honor our agreement.
Raise your arm to the side.
- Is that it?
- I'm afraid so.
What do you think?
Well, it looks like you tucked
when you should have flattened out.
Something like that.
Turn your head to the left.
Ow.
Some tearing of the ligaments.
- Nothing we can't take care of.
- Good.
If I remember correctly,
the last time you graced my Sickbay,
you were diving off
the Cliffs of Heaven on Sumiko IV.
- Holodeck Program 47-C.
- Same thing.
Only that time, I flattened out
when I should have tucked.
Well, as your doctor,
I would like to recommend
the Emerald Wading Pool
on Cirrus IV.
It's a lot safer.
Navigators on this ship have been
doing flight-handling assessments
the same way for years, ensign.
And I found a better way.
Bridge.
Do you mind if we discuss changes
in procedure before you make them?
If I had to come to you in advance
and ask you to do it my way...
- I might have said yes, maybe.
- No.
The point is, I didn't get the chance.
The point is, with all due respect,
commander,
you are trying to turn me
into your idea of the model officer.
The rules on this ship
do not change
just because Ro Laren
decides they do.
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
We are picking up
a subspace signal, captain.
Sensors indicate
a small spacecraft ahead.
Configuration is unfamiliar.
Nothing in our database
comes close.
Within visual range.
On-screen.
Analysis, Mr. Worf.
No discernible armament.
Reading one life form aboard.
Hail the vessel.
[BEEP3]
No response.
LA FORGE:
We're being scanned.
But it's not like any sensor system
I've ever seen.
Should we raise shields?
No. Let's, uh...
Let's begin this
with a show of good faith.
Sir, the scans are now
matching the frequency
of our optical data network.
It could be an attempt to access
our computer system.
Scanning intensity has increased
by 1,500 percent.
Shields up.
One Samarian Sunset,
made in the traditional style.
It's beautiful.
I hope you enjoy it.
I hope you enjoy it.
The scanning signal
has penetrated our shields.
Computers are going down.
Take evasive action.
The helm's not responding.
What happened?
What the hell?
I don't know who any of you are.
Nor do I.
I don't...
I don't even remember who I am.
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.
It looks like we're all
in the same boat.
Make that the same starship.
But who are we?
And what are we doing here?
It looks like I'm the pilot.
[BEEP3]
We're not going anywhere now.
The helm's dead.
But you still know how to work it.
Yes.
This console
has tactical configuration.
Yes.
Phaser power status, intruder scan,
torpedo guidance.
But they do not appear
to be operable.
Clearly we still possess
certain skills.
It would seem we know
how to operate this ship.
But our identities have somehow
been erased or...
Or suppressed.
We are on the Bridge.
There's a good chance this is our ship.
It looks like you're the leader.
WORF: Perhaps we should not jump
to conclusions.
I am decorated as well.
Well, it seems to me that determining
leadership is not crucial right now.
We need to find out who we are,
and, well, what we're doing out here.
But how did this happen?
What did this to us?
Better still, who did this to us?
I've got some intermittent
sensor readings here.
The scan keeps repeating itself
like it's stuck,
but it looks like there's metallic debris
right in front of us.
Distance, 17 kilometers.
- The remains of another ship?
LA FORGE: That's a good possibility.
Well, perhaps we were engaged
in battle.
If they stunned us with some type
of bioelectric field,
that could have wiped
out our memories.
Then we fired back. Destroyed them.
But if that presumption is correct,
then we could have sustained
other damage.
Um...
Computer, status report.
No voice interface.
No interface, period.
Hey, got something.
I've accessed the basic system
directories.
Can we get a general status report?
LA FORGE: Life-support systems
throughout the ship
are fully operational.
Navigation, propulsion off-line.
What about communications?
Completely disrupted.
That rules out a distress signal.
If we even knew where to send it.
Do we have an onboard
communication system?
We do now.
Let's use it.
This ship must have a crew.
They may still have their memories.
We should be careful what we say.
There could be a boarding party
somewhere on the ship.
Bridge to all personnel.
Select a representative
from your group
to contact the Bridge
and report on your status.
[OVER COM]
Remain where you are and stay calm.
Bridge out.
Well, that helps a lot.
Report on our status?
I wonder if everyone is
in the same condition as we are.
This hurts.
How's that?
Thanks.
I didn't even think.
I just picked it up
and knew how to use it.
At least I have an idea
of what I'm doing here.
But what about me?
I mean,
I'm a patient in a bathing suit.
That doesn't say much.
No, it doesn't.
Do you have any clothes around here
I could borrow?
At least until I figure out
where the swimming pool is.
[RO SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
We've heard from all decks.
There are over a thousand people
onboard.
Everyone's had their memories
affected in the same way we have.
I've just completed a survey
of our tactical systems.
We are equipped
with ten phaser banks,
250 photon torpedoes
and a high-capacity shield grid.
- We're a battleship.
WORF: Yes, it appears so.
This turbolift system gives us access
to the rest of the ship.
That sounds
like the next logical step.
We should start
with the most crucial areas first.
Main engineering, Deck 36.
I'm on my way.
Oh, wait a minute.
We've gotta coordinate
our efforts here first.
I just need to do something.
Look, I feel the same way. We all do.
But if anything's gonna get done...
I know, I just...
It's really an ugly feeling.
I don't like being so out of control.
Well, we're going to have to depend
on each other
if we're going to get through this,
okay?
Okay.
We're going to search the ship.
Very well. Proceed.
I'll go with you. I wanna get my hands
on the computer core.
See if we can reestablish control
from there.
[BEEPING]
I've accessed the optical data network
for the computer core.
I can monitor every system
that's routed through here.
Warp and impulse drives are reading
within tolerance levels.
And so are the tactical arrays.
Defensive and offensive.
Everything looks functional.
Now if we could access
the control systems,
- we could get them up and running.
- According to these schematics,
the engineering computer-core
access is down that corridor.
Weapons, propulsion and shields
are the priorities.
We could be in danger
of another attack.
That's where I'll start.
We'll begin our crew survey
on Decks 5 through 10.
When you get those systems going,
try to pull up the personnel files.
It'd be nice if we all had names.
All right, good luck.
Yeah, you too.
So far, our survey teams have found
no deaths or injuries among the crew.
The shuttle craft are all operational,
as are the transporters.
No one they've talked to knows
any more about their identities
than we do.
Engineering is working on accessing
the control systems.
As soon as the ship is operational,
we must make it combat ready.
Well, I would recommend
that before we prepare for combat,
we try to access the ship's logs
to find out who we are,
what our purpose here might be.
Oh, I disagree.
We must first make ourselves
ready for battle.
That is the highest priority.
LA FORGE [OVER COM]:
Engineering to Bridge.
- Go ahead.
- I regained control of navigation,
propulsion, weapons
and communications.
We should be able to tie them
into the Bridge in just a few minutes.
Well done.
Now, we are ready.
The question is, for what?
The phasers are operational.
We now have full tactical control.
We should run a complete diagnostic
on all command systems.
A full diagnostic would require us
to take our systems off-line.
We would be defenseless.
If we're gonna trust our lives
to these systems,
we should be certain
that they're not going to fail.
The computer was damaged.
Some processors might still be down.
Proceed with the diagnostic.
What have you found, doctor?
Not much.
The brain scans I've run
are unusual,
but there's no damage
to the hippocampus.
That suggests that we still have
our long-term memories,
but somehow they're being blocked.
Is it possible to bypass
these normal pathways
to get at these memories
some other way?
That's what I'm hoping.
What I need now is to see some
normal brain scans for comparison.
Is there any chance I can get
the crew's medical files?
No, we are currently running
a full diagnostic.
Computer resources are limited.
The medical records
are our next priority.
Thank you.
I guess these are my quarters,
but I don't remember anything.
RIKER: If it's any comfort,
we're all in the same situation.
So stay put for now.
I'll be back in touch.
- Okay, sir. Thanks.
WOMAN: I'm really sorry.
That's all I need for now.
Well, that's it for the living quarters
on this deck.
What's next?
There's a large room up ahead
called Ten-Forward.
Let's go.
So if everything were back
to the way it was supposed to be,
what do you think
you'd be doing right now?
I'd be having more fun
than searching the ship, I'd imagine.
Fun?
Well, with that holodeck
we just saw,
I think I could conjure up
an interesting program or two.
- Now, that's disappointing.
- Why?
You don't strike me
as a man who needs a holodeck
to have a good time.
[ALL CHATTERING]
Who reported to the Bridge
from this group?
- I did.
- Have you found out anything
that might give us some insight
into what happened?
Not specifically, but there are two
things that seem unusual.
The bartender
is an artificial life form.
Can I get you something?
A beverage?
- No, thank you.
- I'm fine.
Your memories are gone as well?
The databanks that identify
who I am are not functioning.
You were going to mention
something else?
TROI:
I don't know if it means anything,
but I seem to have an ability
that the others don't.
I have a very strong sense
of what other people are feeling.
At times it's almost...
Is something wrong?
No.
Just for a moment,
you seemed familiar.
You remember me?
Not exactly.
I mean, I don't know who you are,
but there's something about you.
WORF [OVER COM]:
Bridge to survey team.
Survey team here. Go ahead.
WORF: We have accessed
the personnel files.
Report to the Bridge immediately.
We're on our way.
Computer, give me a biographical
listing of all personnel responsible
for the primary operation
of this ship.
COMPUTER: A full biographical listing
is not available.
Is there any list of the ship's
senior officers?
COMPUTER:
The crew manifest is available.
That's better than nothing.
Give me the crew manifest.
COMPUTER: Commanding officer,
Captain Jean-Luc Picard.
Executive officer,
Commander Keiran MacDuff.
Second officer,
Commander William Riker.
Operations officer,
Lieutenant Commander Data.
Chief medical officer,
Dr. Beverly Crusher.
Ship's counselor,
Lieutenant Commander Deanna Troi.
Chief engineer, Lieutenant
Commander Geordi La Forge.
Security chief, Lieutenant Worf.
Helm officer, Ensign Ro Laren.
Commander MacDuff,
have the other officers
listed here report to the Bridge.
Aye, sir.
Your next priority will be
to retrieve any information
you can about this ship's mission.
Contact the operations officer
to assist you.
- Aye, sir.
- He's in Ten-Forward waiting tables.
Captain.
I regret my recent behavior.
I assumed an attitude of authority
that was unwarranted.
Mr. Worf, we're all doing the best
we can in a difficult situation.
Think nothing more of it.
Thank you, captain.
We haven't finished a full search
of the computer records,
but we have found out quite a bit.
This vessel is called the Enterprise.
We are part of an organization called
the United Federation of Planets.
The Federation is currently
in a state of war.
With whom?
LA FORGE:
The Lysian Alliance.
They're a genocidal race determined
to destroy us.
The war's been going on for years.
Starfleet Command believes
the Lysians are using a new weapon
which has shifted the balance
of power to their favor.
Over the last two months,
14 Federation vessels
have been captured,
apparently very easily,
their crews held captive on Lysia.
What do we know
about this weapon?
Our scientists theorize the Lysians
are using an energy wave,
either plasma-based
or a subspace interference pattern.
The weapon severely disrupts
a starship's computer system,
as well as the mental functions
of its crew.
That's what happened to us.
Mr. La Forge, do we have
any record of our current mission?
Yes, sir.
We are approximately here.
We have been ordered to cross
into Lysian territory
and destroy their central command.
This is it.
The nerve center for the entire
Lysian military operation.
Captain, there's been a great deal
of damage to our computer system.
Maybe we're not getting
the correct information.
What are you saying?
That we get confirmation of
this mission from our headquarters.
If we use subspace radio,
we will be detected.
There could be thousands
of lives at stake.
Our orders specifically require us
to maintain radio silence.
DATA: Our mission is part
of a highly coordinated effort
to put an end to the war.
There are other vessels
on other fronts,
all working according
to an intricate plan.
We're the linchpin to the operation.
If we don't destroy the central
command, the entire effort will fail.
He's right, captain.
Our choice is clear.
Commander MacDuff, set a course
for the Lysian central command.
These are your quarters.
Thanks for your help.
Come in for a minute?
Recognize anything?
It's like it belongs to someone else.
Nothing feels right.
This room, this ship.
Most of all, this war we're fighting.
I don't imagine war ever feels right.
I suppose that's true.
What is it?
That same feeling.
You seem familiar.
You're the only thing that does.
Can you remember
anything specific about us?
I don't know.
It's more like remembering
an emotion.
Feelings that you're somehow
associated with.
I hope they're good feelings.
Yes, they are.
This entire situation
is a little bit unnerving.
It's been a long day.
We've all been through a lot.
We certainly have.
I'll see you tomorrow. Good night.
Hi.
I know I didn't get the wrong room.
I just didn't like the way my quarters
were decorated.
Besides, I had this funny feeling
that maybe
I spend most of my off hours here.
Really?
For all we know,
you and I could be married.
For all we know,
you and I could hate each other.
[RO CHUCKLES]
Sort of exciting, isn't it?
We just don't know.
We might regret this.
Regret what? Aren't you being
a little presumptuous?
Like I said,
I just didn't like the way
my quarters were decorated.
Maybe we should switch quarters.
Maybe we should stay right here
and see what happens.
What if I snore in my sleep?
What makes you think
you're gonna get any sleep?
Captain, we have crossed
the Lysian border.
Take us out of warp, ensign.
- Go to three-quarters impulse.
- Yes, sir.
Mr. Worf, maintain a continuous
sensor sweep.
Aye, sir.
How long till we reach
their central command?
At our current speed,
approximately 37 hours.
Captain, I am picking up
a vessel directly ahead.
Can you identify, Mr. Data?
The ship matches the Starfleet
description of a Lysian destroyer,
a short-range attack vessel
with disrupter-style weapons
and a standard crew of 53.
Within visual range.
On-screen.
The destroyer is increasing
its speed.
They are moving to intercept.
- Evasive maneuver sequence delta.
RO: Yes, sir.
They are matching our maneuvers.
Activating phaser arrays.
Ready to fire, sir.
Stand by.
Captain, our orders were to destroy
all Lysian warships.
I'm aware of that, commander.
Tactical analysis, Mr. Data.
The destroyer has minimal shields.
Their disrupter capacity appears
to be only 2.1 megajoules.
They're no match for the Enterprise.
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
- Captain, the destroyer is hailing us.
- Open a channel.
No.
Their new weapon.
Whatever it is, it erased
our computers and our memories.
Maybe this is how they do it.
Over communication channels.
It is conceivable, sir.
It's also possible they just want
to talk to us.
I think we should respond.
Captain, the ship is hailing us again.
If you're wrong,
it could mean our destruction.
We can't take the risk, captain.
DATA: The Lysians have
stopped transmitting, captain.
They are powering up
their disrupters.
They have locked on to us, sir.
- Full shields.
- Shields up.
[ALARM BLARING]
Captain?
Return fire.
The ship has been destroyed.
Maintain this course, ensign.
Three-quarters impulse.
RO: Yes, sir.
- Well done, captain.
The Lysian central command
would have received any transmission
from the destroyer by now.
They're going to be on alert.
I recommend a randomly vectored
approach to our target.
It would be our best chance
of avoiding any sort of pursuit.
- Agreed.
- Doctor, the success of this mission
would be much more likely
if we could get our memories back.
Is there anything you can do?
I found several cases resembling
our condition in the medical index.
The causes are different,
but the cure is similar in each case.
Could the same treatment work
for us?
That's what I'm hoping.
It involves increasing the activity
of the medial temporal region
of the brain,
using short-term memory synapses
to retrieve long-term memory.
When can you start?
As soon as our medical files
become available.
It would be dangerous
to attempt treatment without them.
Mr. La Forge?
Data and I ran into a little trouble
accessing the medical-file areas
of the computer.
But with a little time, I'm pretty sure
we'll be able to get there.
- Three hours, maximum.
- Proceed.
[BEEPING]
Ahh, I don't get it.
I'm still hitting a file wall.
There appears to be
a command-path discontinuity.
I shall attempt to rewrite
the locator subroutine.
You must have been one hell
of a bartender.
It's too bad there
aren't more of you around.
- We could certainly use the help.
- Yes.
I wonder why you're
the only one onboard.
I have expended
considerable thought
with respect to my apparent
uniqueness among the crew.
Any conclusions?
Several possibilities
suggest themselves.
I may represent an entire race
of artificial life forms.
If so, there may be a home planet
for others of my kind.
A shared history and a culture
of which I am not presently aware.
Then again, you could have been built
just for this ship.
I have considered that possibility
as well.
It may also be the case
that every starship in the Federation
is equipped with an artificial
life form such as myself.
Hmm. If that's true,
maybe you all look alike.
A standard-issue android,
hard to construct,
so only one allowed per vessel.
Hmm.
There is another possibility.
Perhaps my origin is unique.
In that case, I am alone.
[BEEPING]
We have accessed
the information-storage area.
Considerable damage has been done
to the files themselves.
The mission reports are gone.
DATA: As well as the crew records
and the personal logs.
So are the medical records.
[DOORBELL CHIMES]
RIKER:
Come in.
I'm restless.
Mind if I visit for a while?
Please.
- What's wrong?
- Everything.
Every time I think about this war,
our mission,
I feel a sense of panic like
a hand's closing around my throat.
You're never going to feel good
about this war. None of us will.
But we've gotta
complete our mission.
I've been doing a little research,
trying to find out
more about William T. Riker.
- What have you discovered?
- He's a musician, for one thing.
[PLAYING TUNE]
- Very impressive.
- No one was more surprised than I.
So, what else has your research
uncovered about William Riker?
He's athletically inclined.
Loves to climb mountains.
He's from somewhere called Alaska.
Enjoys exotic food.
And takes his vacations
on a planet called Risa.
[TROI SIGHS]
- Ode to Psyche by John Keats.
- Open it.
"To Will, All My Love, Deanna."
That may explain some of the familiar
feelings we have.
I don't know what to think.
[DOORBELL CHIMES]
Come in.
- Counselor.
- Ensign.
Am I interrupting anything?
- No.
- No.
I was just visiting. Um...
We'll talk again soon, commander.
Of course. Thank you, counselor.
Bye.
And what was all of that about?
Oh, we were just discussing
the situation we're all in.
Hmm. Good. Because I have a feeling
that I used to be the jealous type.
What bothers me, captain,
is how specific this damage is.
Any records of a personal nature,
any files that could tell us
about who we are,
those are the ones that are gone.
That's a little too selective
to be coincidence.
As selective as what was done
to our own memories.
Skills are still in place, but personal
knowledge is unavailable.
It is consistent with what we know
about the new Lysian weapon.
Doctor, is it absolutely necessary
to see the medical files
to attempt treatment?
It would be dangerous
to do without them.
It's a risk I think we have to take.
He's right, captain.
I volunteer for the procedure.
CRUSHER:
That's strange.
The diencephalic activity
is exactly the same.
There should be some increase.
Let's try broadening the bandwidth.
Go to 30.1.
Raise the frequency as well.
Increase it by 33 percent.
Something's wrong
with the sequencing program.
Keiran. Keiran.
I'm all right.
What happened?
I don't know. Something went wrong
with the sequence initiator.
We're lucky we didn't lose you.
Hmm. Did any of this work?
Do you remember anything
more about yourself?
No. I'm sorry, doctor.
Back to square one.
[DOORBELL CHIMES]
Come.
You wanted to see me, captain?
Yes, commander.
Please, come in. Sit down.
I find myself having grave concerns
about our mission.
Concerns as to its success?
No, no, no.
More fundamental doubts,
whether or not it can be justified.
I've been asking myself
the same thing.
I'm sure our superiors feel
their orders are justified.
Orders we can't even verify.
Orders we can't ignore.
But I also can't ignore
that we have greatly outclassed
the one enemy vessel
we've encountered.
And that every single possible shred
of information
which might shed some light
on this situation
has been conveniently eliminated.
I feel as though I've been handed
a weapon,
sent into a room,
and told to shoot a stranger.
Well, I need some moral context
to justify that action.
And I don't have it.
I'm not content simply
to obey orders.
I need to know
that what I'm doing is right.
So do I.
I'd feel a lot better
if all the questions were answered.
And if you wanna abandon
our mission
until our memories return,
that's your choice,
but I must ask you,
is it right to risk prolonging this war?
To allow the needless deaths
of thousands on both sides,
solely on the basis
of our moral discomfort?
[SIGHS]
[DOORBELL CHIMES]
MacDUFF:
Come.
Lieutenant.
- You wished to see me, sir?
- I did.
Please.
Memory or no, it seems clear that
both you and I were born for battle.
More so than the others.
I thought this as well.
It's conceivable that
that is the very reason
that we've been assigned
to this vessel.
The Enterprise has science officers,
medical specialists, engineers.
Our captain is undoubtedly
an accomplished diplomat,
but we, we are the warriors.
There are times for diplomacy.
This is not one of them.
You're concerned about the captain.
I am concerned about completing
our mission and ending this war.
In victory.
We may soon face
a critical moment.
The success of our mission may
hang on a split-second decision.
A hesitation would kill us all.
And those that are counting on us
would surely die as well.
We cannot let this happen.
That'll be all.
We are entering
the Lysian system, sir.
- Slow to one-quarter impulse.
- Yes, sir.
Their central command
is directly ahead.
Still beyond weapon range.
Red alert. Battle stations.
[ALARM BLARING]
Bring us to an attack posture,
Mr. Worf.
WORF:
Aye, sir.
Sensors show several objects
in our path, sir.
They are 29 meters in length
and are unmanned.
According to Starfleet records,
they're sentry pods,
programmed
to defend their central command.
I read 47 of them
around the perimeter.
Tactical analysis, Mr. Data.
The pods are equipped
with fusion-generated pulse lasers
and minimal shielding.
Not much power there.
Forward shields to maximum.
Lock phasers on the sentry pods.
Prepare to return fire.
Shields up.
Phasers locked on targets.
Full impulse.
Take us straight through.
We are through the perimeter, sir.
That was too easy.
We have yet to encounter
any battleships.
They may lie ahead.
Load all torpedo bays.
Ready phasers.
WORF:
Aye, sir.
Approaching central command.
Mr. Data, scan for defenses.
I am picking up no vessels.
No additional sentry pods.
Optimal firing range in 55 seconds.
Phaser banks ready.
Loading torpedoes.
What are the defensive capabilities
of the central command?
Armaments consist
of four laser cannons
and 39 cobalt fusion warheads
with magnetic propulsion.
Defensive shield output
is 4.3 kilojoules.
One photon torpedo ought to do it.
Data, how many people
on that station?
Fifteen thousand
three hundred eleven.
- We're within range, captain.
- Stand by.
Waiting on your order, sir.
Captain, this isn't right.
The rest of our forces
are depending on us.
How can our mortal enemy
be over 100 years behind us
in weapons technology?
Their battleships may be
on their way right now.
We must attack.
I do not fire on defenseless people.
Mr. Worf,
open a channel to the Lysians.
Belay that order.
There's something wrong
with the captain.
I'm taking command of this vessel.
Fire all weapons.
Mr. Worf.
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
PICARD:
Captain's log, supplemental.
We are on a course
to Starbase 301.
Dr. Crusher
has been working steadily
and has restored the memories
of most of the crew.
The Lysians have identified.
Commander MacDuff as a Satarran.
An alien race that's been at war
with the Lysians for decades.
I have...
I've conveyed our deepest regrets
to the Lysians over the tragedy
of their lost ship and crew.
With all the power that MacDuff had
to alter our brain chemistry
and manipulate the computers,
it's hard to believe
he needed the Enterprise.
The Satarran weapons technology
was no more advanced
than the Lysian.
One photon torpedo
would have ended their war.
It almost did.
[ALL CHATTERING]
[SIGHS]
I hope I'm not interrupting.
- No.
- No.
I was hoping to run into you.
Please, sit down.
[GRUNTS]
Well, I'm glad I ran
into the two of you.
When you have no memory
of who you are
or who anybody else is,
you find yourself...
The counselor tells me
that at times like that,
we might do the things
that we've always wanted to do.
She said that?
It's psychologically valid.
RO:
Commander, don't worry about it.
As far as I'm concerned,
you and I have shared something
that we will treasure forever.
Well,
I'm a little confused.
Well, if you're still confused
tomorrow,
you know where my office is.