Star Trek: The Next Generation (1987–1994): Season 6, Episode 22 - Suspicions - full transcript

Dr. Crusher puts her career on the line to prove a scientist's theoretical new shielding technology which may have cost him his life.

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

(door beeps)

(door beeps)

(sighs) Alright, come in!

- Guinan, what's wrong?
- I need a doctor.

Geordi beat me in straight sets.
I think I have tennis elbow.

Well, you better go to sickbay.
I think Dr Selar's on duty.

I don't want to see Dr Selar.
I'm particular about my doctors.

You better get a new one. I'm not
a doctor on this ship any more.

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 civilisations...

...to boldly go
where no one has gone before.

A three-day shuttle to Starbase 23,
transport back to Earth.

I can hear Admiral Brooks telling me
how I've disgraced Starfleet Medical.

Then a day and a half before the
inquiry begins and my career ends.

Beverly?

- My elbow.
- Your elbow.

Let me see it.

Does this hurt?

- Ow! Yes, right there.
- That's tennis elbow alright.

Here, hold your arm like this.

You know,
I've never been to a formal inquiry.

I'll see if I can
arrange one for you!



All you have to do is disobey orders,
violate medical ethics

and cause an interstellar incident.

I guess that would do it.

Make a fist.

Do I have to hit you with my fist
before you tell me what happened?

It started when those scientists
came on board.

No. It started when I got curious.

Nothing wrong with that.

That's why I went to
the Altine Conference.

I'd heard of a subspace technology
developed by a Ferengi, a Dr Reyga.

A Ferengi scientist. Hmm.

His invention was based on
metaphasic fields,

but his methodology
was most unorthodox.

- I like unorthodox.
- Too bad you weren't there.

Nobody else would listen to him.

They all but jeered him
off the stage.

But I had read his paper
and his work was extraordinary.

So you gathered all these scientists
to come hear this Ferengi.

Yes. I hoped
I could be a facilitator.

I thought if I invited scientists
from various cultures,

I could help them to understand
the value of his ideas.

- Like a scientific diplomat.
- Exactly.

After asking the Captain, I rounded
up as many scientists as I could

from the field of
subspace technology.

But of all the scientists I invited,

only four were interested in
hearing about Dr Reyga's invention.

And I wasn't altogether sure
they were going to be compatible.

Kurak was a warp-field specialist
on the Klingon Homeworld.

I don't think Klingons
regard scientists highly.

She always seemed a little defensive.

Dr T'Pan is practically a legend
in the field of subspace morphology.

She's been Director of the Vulcan
Science Academy for 15 years.

Her husband, Dr Christopher,
came with her.

He was some kind of
subspace theoretician.

Jo'Bril was a Takaran,
the first one I'd ever met.

I had no idea
what to expect from him.

And then there was Dr Reyga,
the Ferengi scientist.

You've all seen
my experimental data.

The metaphasic shield
has been proven.

Forgive my scepticism, Doctor,
but your claims are extravagant.

Protect a shuttle
within a star's corona?

Not even your government believes it.

That's why I've invited you all here.

You have the vision to see the
potential of the metaphasic shield.

I need help to develop the shield.

I will grant exclusive rights
to whoever provides the resources.

I think you all realize what this
shielding process could mean.

The possibilities of exploration
and research are endless.

But only if it works.

I'm not convinced
this metaphasic shield can withstand

the temperature or the radiation
it would be exposed to.

But it has!
Not only in countless simulations,

but in a field test
that I conducted myself.

For which, of course,
we have only your word.

Are you accusing me of
falsifying my data?

You would not be the first scientist
to manipulate experimental data.

Dr Reyga has offered
to demonstrate his invention.

He's outfitted one of our shuttles
with his shield.

I will take it into the corona
of the star Vaytan.

That star has a dense corona and
would emit very intense radiation.

It would be wise to choose
a star of lesser magnitude.

I agree.

My own research suggests Vaytan's
corona is extremely unstable.

What better way to test my invention?

I'm not concerned.
The shield will hold.

I for one would feel more comfortable
if someone else flew the shuttle.

Someone more objective.

(Jo'Bril) I will volunteer for that.

I've spent years studying
solar-plasma reactions.

The thought of being able
to penetrate a star's corona.

It is a remarkable opportunity.

I've studied your data, Dr Reyga.
You're on solid scientific ground.

I do not share your optimism,
but if you wish to pilot the craft,

I would be more confident
in your assessment than Dr Reyga's.

I agree.
We need an impartial evaluation.

You'll have to know the controls
and Dr Reyga's modifications.

I am an accomplished pilot.
It will be no problem.

Well, what do you think?

I am gratified, Dr Jo'Bril.

It will not be difficult
to operate the metaphasic controls.

The system activates automatically
as you approach the star.

Well, then,
we'll proceed at 1500 hours.

We'll meet on the bridge.

It wasn't exactly an enthusiastic
response to Dr Reyga's technology,

but given the circumstances
and the quarrelsome personalities,

I was quite pleased.

- I thought it went well. Didn't you?
- Thanks to you, Doctor.

I didn't do anything.

This is a chance I would never have
had without you. I won't forget it.

Some of them still seem doubtful,
but I'm sure they'll come around.

If I'm used to anything,
it's scepticism.

After all, a Ferengi scientist
is almost a contradiction in terms.

No, don't deny it.
I know how the Ferengi are regarded.

I still expect the scientific
community to be a little more open.

Well, the shield is a breakthrough.
Many have tried to develop it.

It's only natural that
there would be some... resistance.

You mean jealousy. I know.

That might account
for Dr T'Pan's attitude.

She's been working on that technology
for years and you beat her to it.

I'm not interested in competition.

All I want is to be acknowledged.
Respected as a scientist.

This invention will finally do that.

I figured the hard part was over.

I'd stepped out on a limb
and it hadn't broken.

Not bad for my first venture
into scientific diplomacy.

Captain,
the shuttle has been launched.

On screen. Open a channel.

I am one million kilometers
from the star's corona.

At three-quarters impulse,

I should reach it
in approximately three minutes.

The metaphasic shielding
has begun to form.

External temperature
is 0.9 million Kelvins and rising.

Radiation levels
are nearing 10,000 rads.

- That shouldn't effect the shuttle.
- That's right.

Cabin temperature is 21 degrees
and the radiation levels are normal.

Wait. I'm reading elevated
neutrino levels in the cabin.

Those are from the subspace field
around the shuttle.

Well within acceptable parameters.

Outside temperature rising rapidly.
1.7 million Kelvins.

Temperature is still 21 degrees
and the shield is holding.

350,000 kilometers and closing.

This is incredible.
I am actually flying into a star!

Congratulations, Doctor.
This is an amazing achievement.

Radiation levels outside the shuttle
are nearing 14,000 rads.

Cabin temperature is still normal.

I am now engulfed in the corona.
It's astonishing.

You see, Doctors?
Metaphasic shielding is a reality.

Dr Jo'Bril, can you give us
an estimate of the plasma turbulence?

- (gasps)
- Dr Jo'Bril?

- Something's wrong.
- What's going on, Mr Data?

Sensors indicate increased
baryon particles in the cabin.

No! That's not possible.

Dr Jo'Bril, can you hear me?
Please respond.

(gasps)

Baryon levels
are continuing to rise, sir.

I don't understand.
This shouldn't happen!

- Mr Worf, can you beam him out?
- The solar radiation is interfering.

He must be
at least 500,000 kilometers

from the star
before we can get a transporter lock.

- We're losing him.
- Dr Jo'Bril, listen to me.

It is imperative
that you turn the shuttle.

Take it out of the corona.
Do you understand me?

Pilot the shuttle away from the star.

The shuttle is emerging.

- Mr Worf, get a lock on him.
- Beam him directly to sickbay.

At that point the doubts of
the others seemed justified.

I had no idea what had gone wrong

or how badly Dr Jo'Bril
had been injured,

but I knew this could stop Reyga

being accepted
by the scientific community.

20cc inaprovaline.

(laboured breathing)

It's not working.
Cortical stimulators.

Now.

Again.

I saw... the sun.

So that was my first experience
as a scientific diplomat.

A complete failure.

- I don't understand.
- No?

I mean, I've lost patients before.

- But this was different.
- Hm-hmm.

You know, when you're a doctor and
you have patients, you're in control.

But when you send somebody
on a mission,

all you can do is sit and watch.

That's what I felt. Helpless.

Anybody would.
Don't be too hard on yourself.

What you say reminds me
of something Jean-Luc said to me

when I was doing the autopsy
on Jo'Bril.

It was the most puzzling autopsy
I've done, and the most frustrating.

Jo'Bril's anatomy
was unlike any I'd encountered,

and I've run into
some unusual specimens.

How's it going?

I've never run into
a humanoid species like this before.

His internal physiology is baffling.

He doesn't seem to have
any discrete organs,

not in the traditional sense.

Practically every system is equally
distributed throughout the body.

That should make him
incredibly resistant to any injury.

So whatever killed him
occurred at the cellular level.

- Any idea what it was?
- No.

Something caused a system-wide
failure, but I don't know what.

Were the solar radiation levels
high enough to kill him?

His exposure to the star's radiation
was minimal.

It's all very strange.

There's no apparent cause of death.

Doctor, here's the result
of the tissue scan you asked for.

That's odd. The rate
of cellular decay is extremely low.

Beverly, the answers will come.

Maybe even minimal exposure
to radiation

altered the cellular physiology.

You know,
you've been at this for hours.

- You need a good night's sleep.
- I can't sleep.

I want to find out what killed him.
I owe that to Dr Reyga.

You're doing it for him or yourself?

What do you mean?

You're the loneliest person
in the world now.

No one can say anything, no one
can do anything that will help.

And you think it will never go away.
And you're right, it won't.

But you can get used to it.

I know it doesn't feel like that now,
but you can.

At the time, I was too preoccupied
with my problems

to understand what he was saying.

I wasn't thinking
about the rest of my life.

I was trying to make sense
of what had happened.

And I wasn't alone.

Jo'Bril's death
had raised a lot of questions.

Geordi and Data were determined
to find out what had gone wrong.

They went over every millimeter
of the shuttle, with Dr Reyga's help.

Run a diagnostic
on the EPS flow regulator.

The flow regulator
is functioning normally.

And the fuel emitter?
Has it maintained polarity?

Yes.

- The radial-force compensator?
- I cannot locate any malfunctions.

All systems are operating according
to your design specifications.

- Did you find anything?
- No.

There must be something
we've overlooked.

I've found damage to the hull.

That confirms your shield was
breached by baryonic radiation.

Were the levels high enough
to damage tissue?

I don't know.

Perhaps there was an interaction
between the radiation and the shield.

No, that's not possible!

I anticipated every contingency.

Then maybe Jo'Bril ran into something
which you didn't anticipate

and your shield
just wasn't able to protect him.

My shield was not at fault.

Reyga seemed angry, but I knew it was
because he was so disappointed.

Everything he'd worked for,
hoped for, was slipping away.

And that made what I had to do next
even harder.

In light of what happened,

it would be inappropriate
to continue further testing.

If Dr Reyga perfects his metaphasic
technology, we can try again.

Dr Crusher, please.

If I could have a little more time
to investigate,

I could find what went wrong.

But that won't bring back Jo'Bril,
will it?

I do not believe the shield
will ever work.

Its very concept is flawed.

Just one more test.

Whom do you propose
we sacrifice next?

- I will pilot the shuttle myself.
- I'm sorry.

I'm responsible for the health
and safety of all the people aboard.

I will not authorize further tests.

Very well.

But I will prove myself!

I had to admire his tenacity.
He just wouldn't accept defeat.

I hoped he would prove himself.

But that was the last time
I saw him alive.

We were in science lab four

when the ship's sensors registered
a sizable plasma surge there.

Look at this. A plasma infuser.

It's completely discharged.
It must have killed him instantly.

Perhaps he could not live with
his failure and took his own life.

Or perhaps someone
just wanted it to look that way.

Isn't it odd he held on so tightly to
the infuser when it was discharged?

The normal reflex
would be to drop it.

It could have affected
his nervous system,

causing him to grip tighter.

I'll know when I do the autopsy.

- Is your examination complete?
- For now.

- Have his body taken to the morgue.
- Very well.

I remembered his passion
and commitment

and his determination
to prove himself,

and I was sure that this man
had not taken his own life.

If anyone could understand that,
I knew it would be Capt Picard.

I was with him right before he died.
He was not suicidal.

But by your own admission, Reyga
was a difficult man to understand.

Isn't it possible that
he was simply masking his feelings?

I don't think so.

He was disappointed
at the failure of his device

and he was upset at Jo'Bril's death,

but I never felt
he was ready to end his own life.

If that's true,
then someone killed him.

- Do you have any evidence of that?
- Not yet.

But when I finish the autopsy,
I hope I'll have it.

Beverly.

I'm afraid there will be no autopsy.
The family were contacted.

They insist he must not be touched
until they perform the death ritual.

But there's a question
as to how he died.

- To them it's irrelevant.
- I'll speak to them.

Believe me, they're adamant.

We rendezvous with a Ferengi vessel
in 17 hours.

They will pick up Reyga's body then.

- Sorry. There will be no autopsy.
- Jean-Luc, I cannot just drop this.

Don't you see?
There may have been a murder.

Then you will have to find evidence
some way other than an autopsy.

Isn't it pretty clear that Reyga died
from a plasma discharge?

It won't be clear
until after an autopsy.

He could have been poisoned

and had the infuser
put in his hand after he died.

- He was murdered?
- I don't discount the possibility.

Without a complete autopsy,
there's no way to know for certain.

- Why won't the Ferengi allow it?
- It's their death rituals.

A body can't be violated
before it's buried.

The family cares more about ritual
than finding out how he died.

I just can't get the information
I need from a tricorder scan.

Suspects. If Reyga didn't
kill himself, someone else did.

So who are the possible suspects?

Whoever would gain from his death.

The only ones to fit that category
are the other scientists.

I don't understand. Do you have
evidence that Reyga was murdered?

No, but I can't believe
he took his own life

and I would like to explore
any possibilities.

Why would anyone kill him?

I was wondering if you had
some thoughts along that line.

I see. You are suggesting
that I had such a motive.

Had Reyga's technology
been successful,

you might have been displaced
as the top scientist in your field.

But since it wasn't successful, it's
illogical to say I had such a motive.

I must say I resent this, Doctor.

We have all been shocked
by recent events.

There's nothing to gain by dragging
us through these insinuations.

I'm just trying to uncover the truth
and I need your help to do it.

Have you seen or heard anything

that might suggest someone else
had a motive?

We want to forget the unpleasantness
of these past several days,

not have it stirred up again.

I find it disturbing that you would
try to foster suspicions among us.

Forgive me.
I don't mean to upset you.

But have you noticed
anything unusual?

I find your question distasteful.

Is there something
you're not telling me?

I'm sure it's nothing.

I was in the science-laboratory
store room yesterday.

Kurak was working in the lab.

Reyga came in
and they got into an... an argument.

About what?

I don't know.

I couldn't hear anything clearly

until they started to shout
at one another.

Then I heard Kurak say
that Reyga had insulted her honor

and no Klingon would stand for that.

I do not believe she killed him.

These were words spoken in anger.

Kurak is volatile, passionate,
but not a killer.

And, Doctor, neither are we.

Thank you.

I knew he might be right about Kurak.

Klingons make threats
as a matter of course.

On the other hand,
sometimes they follow through.

That looks like one of Dr Reyga's
shield configurations.

Yes. Personal research.

Even though this technology failed?

No one has denied
there is potential in the idea.

Which you're now free to develop.

Are you accusing me of something?

No. But I want to know
why you threatened Dr Reyga.

I warned Dr Reyga

that if he persisted in his slander,
he would pay the price.

What was his accusation?

I will not repeat his lies.

Were they lies?

Be careful, Doctor.

Insulting the honor of a Klingon
can be extremely dangerous.

Did Reyga make that mistake?

I have heard enough
of your accusations!

Now I will have your silence!

Well, you'll have to throw me
a lot harder than that.

Now... what did he accuse you of?

Sabotage.

Of the metaphasic shield?
Was that why it failed?

- How would I know?
- Did you sabotage the project?

No. I did not.

Goodbye, Doctor!

Kurak refused to say anything more.

I wasn't sure if her silence
was motivated by guilt

or just Klingon pride.

I was finding out
that investigating a murder

was a little more perilous
than I'd thought.

And for everything I'd been through,

I didn't have any more insight
than I did before I started.

Which brought me back
to Reyga's body.

The more I thought about it,

the more it seemed that
the answers had to be there.

DNA traces, tissue anomalies,

a wealth of forensic clues
that could shed light on the mystery.

So I made the decision.

(door beeps)

Come.

Beverly.

This is something you need to know,
but you're not gonna like it.

I did an autopsy on Dr Reyga.

What did you find?

Nothing.

I'm sorry.
I know I shouldn't have done it.

You most certainly should not.

I made it clear
that the family would not allow it.

Not only have you
disobeyed my orders,

but you've interfered
in the rituals of another culture.

You've put both of us
in a difficult position.

The family will have to be notified.

I don't doubt that
they will react strongly.

If the Ferengi government becomes
involved, as I'm certain they will,

this could have
very significant repercussions.

I'm not sure
how much I can protect you.

You don't have to, Jean-Luc.

I knew what I was doing and I'm
prepared to accept the consequences.

I could tell
he was terribly disappointed in me

and that was almost
the hardest part of all.

So that's the story.
That's how I ended my career.

- Backhand volley.
- What?

That's how I did it.
Geordi kept hitting to my backhand.

Guinan, two people died on this ship,
two lives ended horribly,

and you're worried about
your tennis game?

- Are you upset?
- You tell me.

You're supposed to be wise.

If you are upset, why mope here?
Why don't you do something about it?

I've done all I could think of.
It got me fired.

- You think Dr Reyga killed himself?
- No.

- You think a murderer is on board?
- Yes.

- Then why are you sitting here?
- If I start digging around again...

You could be relieved of duty.

Chief Medical Officer's log,
personal, stardate 46830.1.

I leave the ship tomorrow
to attend the board of inquiry.

That means I have less than 24 hours
to get to the bottom of this mystery.

What are you doing?

I am running diagnostics

to make sure there was no permanent
radiation damage to the shuttle hull.

You've studied
Dr Reyga's shield system.

Do you think it was sabotaged?

There was no evidence
to support that.

Just consider the possibility.

Access to the circuitry is prevented
unless the shield emitter is active.

Any attempt at sabotage had to be
made with the shield in operation.

The only time the shield was active
was during the test flight.

Correct.

It is unlikely Jo'Bril would perform
sabotage resulting in his own death.

I agree.

Would it be possible to sabotage the
shuttle by remote during the flight?

A phased ionic pulse
beamed into the metaphasic matrix

would result
in a temporary system malfunction.

Where on board
could you generate such a pulse?

It could be initiated
from the lateral sensor array,

science labs one, four and 16,
or the bridge science stations.

Let's assume someone did send out
a phased ionic pulse.

What would have happened
inside the shuttle?

A tetryon field
would be formed in the cabin,

disrupting the metaphasic shield.

A tetryon field?

If Jo'Bril was exposed
to a tetryon field,

it might have left traces
in his tissue.

Thanks, Data.

- Beverly?
- Yes?

The shuttle will take you
to Starbase 23.

- You leave at 0700 hours tomorrow.
- Thank you.

About everything that's going on.
I'm sorry.

- I'm sure it will all work out.
- Of course.

You know the inquiry
is just a formality.

- Capt Picard will do all he can.
- I'm sure that'll help.

But if you do anything foolish
before that, it won't look good.

- I don't know what you mean.
- I think you do know what I mean.

You ought to go to your quarters
and read a good book.

If you make the situation worse,
it'll be that much harder on you.

- Thank you. Your concern is noted.
- Beverly!

I'm saying this to you as a friend.

Yes, Will, I know.

But, as a friend, please try to
understand that I can't quit now

and I don't want you
to become involved in this.

Computer, access ship's Medical logs
and download current autopsy files.

Autopsy files are restricted to
active Medical personnel only.

- Access denied.
- Damn!

Dr Crusher? What do you need
the autopsy files for?

Don't worry.
I know I shouldn't be here. I'll go.

Computer...

...access autopsy files.

You'll need the files
on Dr Reyga and Jo'Bril?

- Alyssa...
- I can see this is important to you.

- I don't want you to get involved.
- Is that an order?

- Yes.
- Too bad you're not my boss now.

Thank you.

- So what do we do now?
- Review the physiology records.

Then look again at the body
to see if there's any tetryon traces.

Let's do it.

We need to run a tissue scan
at the molecular level.

Calibrate the scanner
to pick up tetryon particles.

Yes, Doctor.

- Recalibration complete.
- Activate the scan.

Nothing.

Let's do it again.

Use the enhanced resolution mode
to boost the sensitivity.

- Something in the subdermal tissue.
- Narrow the scan field.

(beeping)

Tetryon traces!

Someone did sabotage the shield.

That's a possibility, but this
is very circumstantial evidence.

There's only one way
to know for certain.

Captain,
I'm concerned about Beverly.

I've tried to talk to her
but she's been avoiding me.

I'm not surprised.

This experience has been...

Captain. An unscheduled launch
is taking place in shuttlebay two.

No idea.
No one's filed a flight plan.

On screen.

That's the Justman,
the shuttle Reyga modified.

Open a hailing frequency.

Dr Crusher,
what do you think you're doing?

Testing a theory, Captain.

A theory?

I think Dr Reyga's shield does work.

Return to the ship immediately.

I'm sorry.

Mr Worf,
override the shuttle's computer.

Aye, sir.

Sir, she has isolated
her navigational control.

Remote operation is not possible.

Get a tractor beam on her.

I cannot establish a lock.
Solar interference is too high.

- Mr Data, what is her heading?
- Bearing 271, mark four, sir.

She is headed into the sun's corona.

Computer, begin monitoring
external temperature.

External temperature
0.8 million Kelvins and rising.

What do you hope to accomplish?

I think Dr Reyga was right
about his shield.

It failed because it was sabotaged.
I'm going to prove it.

You can't be certain. You're betting
your life on a hypothesis.

I'm not wrong.

(computer) External temperature
1.9 million Kelvins.

Sir, the shuttle
is entering the corona.

What's happening?

I'm alright.

- Computer? Shield status.
- Metaphasic shield holding.

All systems within
normal operating parameters.

Congratulations, Dr Reyga.
You did it.

Captain, post Security guards around
the three visiting scientists.

One of them is responsible
for sabotaging the first test.

I think if we...

(beeping)

Sir, we have lost contact.

Crusher to Enterprise.
I've lost you. Come in.

Justman to Enterprise. Come in.

Enterprise, do you hear me?

They cannot hear you.

- I have severed communications.
- How can you be alive?

I'd think after your autopsy on me
you'd know the answer to that.

The slow rate of cellular decay.

It is a natural result
of physiostasis.

Takarans can control their physiology
at a cellular level.

We can create
the appearance of death.

In the morgue, you were conscious.
You heard everything we said.

You knew everything
we were going to do.

Move away.

Move away.

What are you doing?

I'm sending out
a transient subspace signal.

It will obscure the shuttle
from the Enterprise sensors.

They will interpret it
as a warp-engine breach.

They will believe
that you have been destroyed.

- I'd like to thank you, Doctor.
- For what?

All I wanted to do
was discredit Reyga

so that no one would pursue
his technology except me.

But you have given me
more than I could have hoped.

Now I can take the prototype itself
back to Takara,

where I will develop it
into a weapon.

All I need do is wait here

until the Enterprise is convinced
you are dead and leaves.

Captain, there is no
indication of debris.

However, the subspace signal
indicates a warp-engine breach.

Begin a search, starting with
the shuttle's last known coordinates.

Plot a course toward the star.

Sir, we are picking up an object
emerging from the corona.

Crusher to Enterprise.
I'm alright. Returning to the ship.

And I finally have the answers
I've been looking for.

Chief Medical Officer's log,
stardate 46831.2.

I have been reinstated
and I will resume my duties shortly.

In the meantime, I have
a personal matter to attend to.

- Hi, Guinan.
- Hello. Somebody's birthday?

Not unless it's yours. It's for you.

What's the occasion?

It's a thank-you.
For giving me a kick in the butt.

Now, I didn't...

I did some research. This is
the latest design, state of the art.

It is specifically designed
to cushion all vibrations,

so you will never have
tennis elbow again.

Thank you, Doctor.

This looks like a great racket,
but I don't play tennis. Never have.

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