Star Trek: Voyager (1995–2001): Season 1, Episode 14 - Jetrel - full transcript
Tha Haakonian Ma'Bor Jetrel hails the Voyager, wishing to speak to Neelix. Neelix refuses to speak to Jetrel, revealing that the Haakonians were the enemy of the Talaxians and Jetrel created the Metreon Cascade, which killed thousands of Talaxians on Rinax, Talax's moon, including Neelix's family. Through the persuasion of Kes and Janeway, Neelix finally agrees to listen to Jetrel, who wants to scan Talaxians who helped rescue any survivors of Rinax in case they developed a blood disease from exposure to high levels of Metreon isotopes. While he still doesn't like it, Neelix eventually agrees to allow Jetrel to run some tests and discovers that he does indeed have the blood disease. When Voyager returns to Rinax so that Jetrel can try to find a cure, Neelix reveals to Kes that he wasn't fighting in the Defense Force when the Metreon Cascade went off like he said. He was hiding from them since he believed the war was unjust, leading him to believe later that he was just being a coward. Meanwhile Jetrel obtains a sample of the cloud surrounding Rinax for his experiment. However, he lied about why he wanted the sample. Instead of using it to find a cure, he actually hopes to use Voyager's transporters to bring the victims of his invention back to life.
Regeneration phase completed.
Deactivate the genotron.
Shut down the bio-matrix.
B'Elanna? B'Elanna Torres.
Wake up!
Captain's log, stardate 48784.2.
We have surveyed the Avery System
and are returning to retrieve
Paris, Torres and Durst.
They should have concluded inspection
of the magnesite formations.
Here we are, Mr Tuvok.
One bowl of authentic
Vulcan plomeek soup.
I have told you
this is an unnecessary indulgence.
I will eat whatever
the rest of the crew is eating.
Everyone deserves a little taste
of home every now and then.
Very well, then. Thank you.
I'm having a marvellous time
experimenting with native dishes.
I've learned to make corn salad
for Mr Chakotay
and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
for Mr Paris.
He calls it "comfort food".
Isn't that charming?
Don't wait. It's no good cold.
Well?
- It is rather... piquant.
- It is zesty, isn't it?
I tried following the recipe
in the databank but it's so bland,
so I took the liberty
of spicing it up a bit.
Call it "plomeek soup a la Neelix".
If you take the liberty of changing
a time-honoured recipe,
you are not presenting a taste of home.
Senior officers,
please report to the bridge.
- But your soup!
- Please, enjoy it.
There's no place like home.
The away team has failed
to respond to our hails.
- Lock onto their com-signals.
- There's no sign of them.
I can't even locate them underground.
The dense magnesite formations in the
planet's crust are blocking our sensors.
This is the cave system nearest
the beam-in coordinates two days ago,
and this is the same system now.
This tunnel has shifted west
by 75 degrees.
Walls of solid rock have changed shape
in two days?
Yes, but our initial scans didn't indicate
so much tectonic activity.
Torres and the others may have been
trapped by these geologic shifts.
I'd like to investigate.
- What will stop us losing you?
- Breadcrumbs.
- Ensign?
- I'm sorry, Captain.
I can modify some transponders to use
along the Commander's path like...
- Breadcrumbs.
- Placed at regular intervals,
they'll link with the ship
and serve as a transporter relay
in case we need to stage
an emergency beam-out.
Very well. I want a transporter lock
on you at all times.
Aye, Captain.
Tuvok, Kim, you're with me.
I apologise for the restraints but your
presence here is very important to us.
- Do you understand?
- Who are you?
I am Sulan, chief surgeon
of the Vidiian Sodality.
I demand to know
what is happening here.
You've surgically altered my face.
I look like a Klingon.
I've performed no "surgery”
as you understand it.
I need to ask you several questions
before we proceed.
You can't possibly believe
I'm going to cooperate with you.
Perhaps I was in error
to leave your consciousness intact.
Durst. Paris.
- What have you done with them?
- What is your age, Klingon?
If you want me to answer your question,
you will have to answer one of mine.
Very well.
What exactly have you done to me?
I have reconstituted your genome.
You are now purely Klingon.
- That's not possible!
-I assure you it is.
I have developed a procedure
to stimulate cell division.
A kind of enhanced mitosis.
Your Klingon genetic material
was extracted.
It was then converted from matter
to energy by our genotron.
Finally, you were rematerialised
as the purified Klingon specimen
that you are now.
Why? Why have you done this?
My people have been
searching the quadrant
for a species immune to our disease,
in the hope of finding a cure.
And you think Klingons
are immune to this phage?
Your genetic structure has phage
resistant nucleotide sequences.
But I needed a pure specimen
to be certain.
My people do not know it yet,
but you are their greatest hope.
I will never help you.
You are very strong.
I can only hope that you
will be truly resistant to the phage.
And how will you know that?
I have infected you.
They're the ones with the guns,
remember?
- We've got to find a way out of here.
- Agreed.
But first I want to find out
what they've done with B'Elanna.
For now we have to keep track
of the guards' movements.
How long are their shifts,
when do they eat and sleep?
There aren't many of them.
They must think we have no fight left.
We'll find an opening, Pete. When
the time is right, we'll make our move.
- Something funny, friend?
- You.
- Really? How's that?
- Nobody escapes from this place.
Vidiians can yank the beating heart
out of you...in a heartbeat.
- Now, that's funny!
- Hilarious.
- You know this place pretty well?
- I've been here six years.
Then tell me something...
The Vidiians harvest organs.
Why are we all still in one piece?
They're weak. They need somebody
to dig their tunnels. That's us.
Best way to keep alive is to stay strong.
- Thanks for the advice.
- They always need new body parts.
They'll gut you eventually.
There were 23 of us from my ship.
I'm the only one left.
When they grabbed us, there was
a woman with us. B'Elanna Torres.
- What happened to her?
- She must be at organ processing.
I've deployed the transponders.
The relay signal is clear.
Good work.
- Any sign of them?
- They definitely came this way.
The question is,
where did they go from here?
- Delightful spot to get lost.
- Over here.
- What is it?
- There are traces of five humanoids.
Five? There were only three
in the away team.
Evidently, they did not
enter this cavern alone.
Are you in pain?
It's nothing.
Remarkable. One of the symptoms
of the early stages of the phage
is excruciating joint pain.
It's extraordinary that you can endure it.
Some have been known to die
from the agony itself.
It's going to take
more than an infection to kill me.
It appears you are correct. Your body
is successfully fighting off the phage.
- I am overjoyed.
- How delightful for you.
Soon we will begin procedures
to replicate your genetic code
and attempt various methods
of integrating your DNA with our own.
In time, we'll be successful,
and eliminate the phage forever.
When that time comes, you will be
honoured as a hero by my people.
I know I'm the first Klingon
you've ever seen,
so I'll tell you that Klingons find honour
as warriors on the battlefield,
not as guinea pigs in a laboratory.
Earlier you accused me
of mutilating you.
Now you sound positively proud
to be Klingon.
You have me to thank for that.
- You'll get no gratitude from me.
- Perhaps you'll feel different in time.
But I don't blame you
for your obstinacy.
I would be proud, too,
with a form as handsome as yours.
I believe Klingons are the most
impressive species I have ever seen.
Tom?
Tom, wake up.
- B'Elanna?
- Yeah. It's me.
B'Elanna, what have they done to you?
I remember them grabbing us.
And then I guess I just blacked out.
Yeah, they stunned all of us.
The next thing I knew, they were
waking me up in some laboratory.
I was so groggy I couldn't see.
I asked them what they had done to me
and one of them said...
that they had completely extracted
my Klingon DNA.
That doesn't seem possible.
But you look human.
I feel so weak and sick to my stomach.
Considering what they've done to you,
I'm not surprised.
- So strange.
- What?
When I was a child,
I did everything I could
to hide my forehead.
Hats, scarves, you name it.
I wore a cap to cover the haircuts
my father used to make me get
on the first day of every summer.
I grew up in a colony on Kessik IV.
My mother and I
were the only Klingons there.
Relations between Homeworld
and the Federation weren't too cordial.
Nobody ever said anything,
but.. we were different.
I didn't like that feeling.
Then my father left.
When I was five years old.
One day he was there
and the next he wasn't.
I cried myself to sleep every night
for months.
Of course, I never told anybody.
And then I finally decided that he left
because I looked like a Klingon.
And so I tried to look human.
Looks like you got what you wanted.
According to our last scan, this cave
should continue for eight kilometres.
This is solid granite.
If these caves were changing
we'd have felt it.
True. But there has been
no tectonic activity.
This wall is merely an illusion,
a disguised force field.
Away team to Voyager.
We've run into some type of force field.
We were reading an empty tunnel,
then we walked into a solid wall.
The energy configuration of the force
field is like that used by the Vidiians.
Mr Ayala,
scan for any alien vessels in the sector.
Commander, our phasers
can disrupt that force field.
I want to know what's in there
but don't take any unnecessary risks.
We'll be standing by
for an emergency beam-out.
- It's not working, Captain.
- Try reconfiguring your phaser.
- Commander!
- Three to beam up!
B'Elanna?
- How are you feeling today?
- I feel strong.
It's very frustrating
to be restrained like this.
I sympathise.
I don't like being chained up
like an animal.
- I'm sorry. I...
- I've thought about what you said.
It's because of you that I am Klingon
and I do like this feeling.
In a strange way,
I suppose I am grateful.
Did you know that Klingon females
are renowned in the Alpha Quadrant
not only for their physical prowess
but for their voracious
sexual appetites as well?
Why not let your creation
out of her harness?
Study her in action.
I wish it were possible, B'Elanna.
But I'm afraid I can't risk
releasing you just yet.
- Forgive me.
- For what?
Please. Don't condescend.
I may have a grotesque appearance,
but I assure you my instincts
are finely honed,
and I do have feelings.
Hard as it may be for you to imagine,
my people were once handsome
and vigorous like yours.
And with your help, we will be again.
Perhaps when that time comes,
I will not disgust you quite so much
as I do now.
They're taking us to work.
Don't let them see you're sick.
Maybe they'll leave me behind.
I could get my hands on that console.
Or maybe they'll take us straight
to organ processing.
- You. Come with me.
- What for?
You asked to contact your ship.
The Prefect wishes to discuss that.
I'm the senior officer. If you want to talk
with one of us, it should be me.
- He's not going without me.
- Tom, don't! They'll kill you!
- Stop!
- It's OK, Tom.
They're the ones with the guns,
remember?
What is it?
Now the Vidiians know we're here,
we must be prepared
for their reinforcements.
Sensors don't show
any alien vessels near here.
The technology that disguises
their force fields may cloak their ships.
The prisoners may be
at greater risk now.
Look at this. I've scanned the entire
planet for the force field signature.
The field surrounds
more than 600 kilometres.
- Can we scan inside it?
- Everything I've tried has failed.
If it's the same kind of force field as last
time, why didn't our phasers breach it?
It has been adapted
to repulse phaser fire.
If they can move in and out of there,
so can we.
Set up simulations. Find a way
to get through that force field.
B'Elanna?
I have something I want to show you.
Durst!
I thought this new face would
make you more comfortable with me.
- You've killed him!
- Yes, B'Elanna.
But his organs will save a dozen lives.
Scans have revealed
miniscule openings
which develop
when the field matrix remodulates.
How small are these micro-fissures?
Less than one micron
and they close within seconds.
Could we use a phaser to expand
an opening as it's forming?
We thought of that. But such an attempt
would have to be at close range
and may alert the Vidiians
to our presence.
But if we could narrow
the energy beam tightly enough
we could transport one of us
through the micro-fissures.
Timing the transport to the moment
of an opening would be critical.
But if we could get someone inside,
we might find our people
and deactivate the force field.
And then we could beam everyone
back to the ship.
Precisely. But because we cannot scan
beyond the force field,
we'll be unable to communicate
with anyone inside it,
or verify that the transport is complete.
What's to prevent whoever goes in
from being captured by the Vidiians?
I have an idea about that, Captain.
Dermal stimulator, please.
Remarkable work, Doctor.
If you think this is remarkable,
you should see me remove a bunion.
I have replicated Vidiian attire.
It should prove sufficiently convincing.
It's a fine piece of work. Next time
I need a tailor I'll know where to look.
Quickly, now.
In there.
Here, B'Elanna. Sit down.
Here. It's water.
Thanks.
Rest while you can.
The guard won't be back right away.
Keep it.
Tom, I've been thinking.
When they did this thing to me, I think it
changed more than just the way I look.
What do you mean?
Back there, when they
took Durst away, I was terrified.
- No one could blame you for that.
- You don't understand.
I've been in worse situations
but I've never felt like that.
Never. My heart was pounding
and my hands were shaking.
I didn't even try to help you.
I'm no doctor, but whatever they did
to you has depleted your strength.
- There's nothing you could have done.
- That's not it.
I think that when
they extracted my Klingon DNA,
they turned me into some kind of...
a coward.
Sometimes fear can be a good thing.
Keeps you from taking
unnecessary chances.
Courage doesn't mean
you don't have fear.
It means you've learned to overcome it.
I know you can find
the courage to hold on
until we can find a way out of this place.
- What's going on here?
- She's ill. She needed a rest.
- Then I'll take her back to the barracks.
- It's OK, Tom.
Maybe from there
I can make contact with the ship.
The emitter array
has been initialised.
Good. Are you ready, Mr Chakotay?
There's an opening forming
in the force field.
- Initiating autosequence.
- Targeting scanners.
- Scanners locked.
- On my mark, Mr Kim.
Energise.
Well, now we'll wait.
Make a sound and I'll break your neck.
Understand?
I'm looking for my friend. Tom Paris.
A human male.
They sent him to another tunnel.
- Which one?
- Back that way.
Another human was with him
but they took her back to the barracks.
A human female?
I need your help here.
What are you doing? Come with us.
- Where are you taking me?
- For a shower and a hot meal.
Wake up, pahtk. Eat.
- What is it?
- Some rodent I killed.
- No, thanks.
- I'm sorry I can't replicate a souffle.
But you need nourishment.
I can't carry you all the way out.
How are we supposed to escape this
place? There are guards everywhere.
- We fight our way out.
- I'm not exactly in fighting form.
That's why you need food. Eat.
So, you're what's leftover
when all the Klingon DNA is taken out.
Apparently.
If I hadn't come along,
were you going to waste away
until they killed you for your body parts?
- Were you too frightened to act?
- I was looking for a way to escape.
Looking?
I'll show you the way to escape.
- This and this.
- That's how you respond to everything.
If it doesn't work, hit it.
If it's in your way, knock it down.
No wonder I got kicked out
of the Academy.
For which you should be
eternally grateful.
Well, I'm not. Your temper has got me
into trouble more times than I...
Listen to me.
Listen to us. This is ridiculous.
- We're each fighting with ourself.
- I'm not the one who's fighting, pahtk.
If I remember correctly, I'm the one
who rescued you from prison
and carried you here.
Don't you think you could
at least acknowledge that?
You won't be able to
get out of here without me.
I don't know
that I can get out of here with you.
- Brute force isn't going to do it.
- Maybe not. Maybe we'll die trying.
But that's better than sitting here
doing nothing.
There you go again. Out of control.
Leaping into action before you think.
- Fine. You stay here.
- That's not what I meant.
I'm sorry.
Please.
Just before you rescued me,
I logged on
to the Vidiians' computer system.
I think I found a way to access
the force field that's cloaking this place.
With more time
I could have deactivated it.
Then Voyager could get a lock on us
and beam us back. Paris, too.
It may not be as exciting
as fighting our way out,
but it stands a better chance of working.
If I have your help.
So...you need me?
I can't get back to that computer
without you.
And you'll have to cover for me
while I work.
We can't go to the prison barracks.
There are too many guards.
In the lab where they held me,
there is a security console.
That's the last place
they would expect us to be.
They must have taken her
to organ processing.
Tell me how to get there.
- Keep your hands off me!
- OK, Paris.
But I thought you might like
to get out of here.
- Chakotay?
- Where are Torres and Durst?
I think they've been taken
to "organ processing".
You!
Why are you talking to that prisoner?
- I must take him to organ processing.
- Why didn't I know?
I was told you did.
- I've never seen you before.
- My face was just grafted.
Very well. Take him. But from now on
I expect to be notified of all transfers.
Yes, sir.
There.
I have to bypass the security code
to access the force field grid.
Then I'll have a better idea
of what we're dealing with.
That should do it.
There. That's what we're up against.
And I think we're.. here.
- Can you shut it down?
- I'm trying.
What now?
If they didn't know we were here before,
they do now.
Take it easy. I'll be done in a minute.
You're not frightened any more,
are you?
I don't have time to think about it.
- Are you hurt?
- Keep working.
- Stop.
- You're not going to hurt me.
- You need me.
- You're right.
But if you do not surrender,
I will kill her.
Drop it!
- Who are you?
- That's what I want to know.
It's Chakotay.
- I've almost accessed the force field.
- Hurry!
Got it! There!
The force field has been disrupted.
Can you get a lock
on Commander Chakotay?
- Voyager, do you read?
- Loud and clear.
I found them, Captain.
Three humans and one Klingon
to beam up.
She's badly wounded, Captain.
- Beam her to sickbay.
- Don't. No time.
You showed true courage.
It makes my death an honourable one.
Using your counterpart's tissue
I can replicate the Klingon DNA
then reintegrate that genetic material
into your cellular structure.
You're not saying
you're changing me back?
That's precisely what I'm saying.
Your cells' ability to synthesise proteins
has been compromised.
You need the Klingon genes to survive.
- So she's saving my life again.
- I'll get started on the DNA.
- How are you doing?
- I'm not sure.
It's been a pretty strange experience.
I do know that right now, the way I am,
I'm more at peace with myself
than I've ever been.
And that's a good feeling.
- But?
- I'm incomplete.
It doesn't feel like me.
I've had someone else living inside me
for too long to feel right without her.
You two made quite a team down there.
I know.
I came to admire
a lot of things about her.
Her strength. Her bravery.
I guess I just have to accept the fact
that I'll spend the rest of my life
fighting with her.
Deactivate the genotron.
Shut down the bio-matrix.
B'Elanna? B'Elanna Torres.
Wake up!
Captain's log, stardate 48784.2.
We have surveyed the Avery System
and are returning to retrieve
Paris, Torres and Durst.
They should have concluded inspection
of the magnesite formations.
Here we are, Mr Tuvok.
One bowl of authentic
Vulcan plomeek soup.
I have told you
this is an unnecessary indulgence.
I will eat whatever
the rest of the crew is eating.
Everyone deserves a little taste
of home every now and then.
Very well, then. Thank you.
I'm having a marvellous time
experimenting with native dishes.
I've learned to make corn salad
for Mr Chakotay
and peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
for Mr Paris.
He calls it "comfort food".
Isn't that charming?
Don't wait. It's no good cold.
Well?
- It is rather... piquant.
- It is zesty, isn't it?
I tried following the recipe
in the databank but it's so bland,
so I took the liberty
of spicing it up a bit.
Call it "plomeek soup a la Neelix".
If you take the liberty of changing
a time-honoured recipe,
you are not presenting a taste of home.
Senior officers,
please report to the bridge.
- But your soup!
- Please, enjoy it.
There's no place like home.
The away team has failed
to respond to our hails.
- Lock onto their com-signals.
- There's no sign of them.
I can't even locate them underground.
The dense magnesite formations in the
planet's crust are blocking our sensors.
This is the cave system nearest
the beam-in coordinates two days ago,
and this is the same system now.
This tunnel has shifted west
by 75 degrees.
Walls of solid rock have changed shape
in two days?
Yes, but our initial scans didn't indicate
so much tectonic activity.
Torres and the others may have been
trapped by these geologic shifts.
I'd like to investigate.
- What will stop us losing you?
- Breadcrumbs.
- Ensign?
- I'm sorry, Captain.
I can modify some transponders to use
along the Commander's path like...
- Breadcrumbs.
- Placed at regular intervals,
they'll link with the ship
and serve as a transporter relay
in case we need to stage
an emergency beam-out.
Very well. I want a transporter lock
on you at all times.
Aye, Captain.
Tuvok, Kim, you're with me.
I apologise for the restraints but your
presence here is very important to us.
- Do you understand?
- Who are you?
I am Sulan, chief surgeon
of the Vidiian Sodality.
I demand to know
what is happening here.
You've surgically altered my face.
I look like a Klingon.
I've performed no "surgery”
as you understand it.
I need to ask you several questions
before we proceed.
You can't possibly believe
I'm going to cooperate with you.
Perhaps I was in error
to leave your consciousness intact.
Durst. Paris.
- What have you done with them?
- What is your age, Klingon?
If you want me to answer your question,
you will have to answer one of mine.
Very well.
What exactly have you done to me?
I have reconstituted your genome.
You are now purely Klingon.
- That's not possible!
-I assure you it is.
I have developed a procedure
to stimulate cell division.
A kind of enhanced mitosis.
Your Klingon genetic material
was extracted.
It was then converted from matter
to energy by our genotron.
Finally, you were rematerialised
as the purified Klingon specimen
that you are now.
Why? Why have you done this?
My people have been
searching the quadrant
for a species immune to our disease,
in the hope of finding a cure.
And you think Klingons
are immune to this phage?
Your genetic structure has phage
resistant nucleotide sequences.
But I needed a pure specimen
to be certain.
My people do not know it yet,
but you are their greatest hope.
I will never help you.
You are very strong.
I can only hope that you
will be truly resistant to the phage.
And how will you know that?
I have infected you.
They're the ones with the guns,
remember?
- We've got to find a way out of here.
- Agreed.
But first I want to find out
what they've done with B'Elanna.
For now we have to keep track
of the guards' movements.
How long are their shifts,
when do they eat and sleep?
There aren't many of them.
They must think we have no fight left.
We'll find an opening, Pete. When
the time is right, we'll make our move.
- Something funny, friend?
- You.
- Really? How's that?
- Nobody escapes from this place.
Vidiians can yank the beating heart
out of you...in a heartbeat.
- Now, that's funny!
- Hilarious.
- You know this place pretty well?
- I've been here six years.
Then tell me something...
The Vidiians harvest organs.
Why are we all still in one piece?
They're weak. They need somebody
to dig their tunnels. That's us.
Best way to keep alive is to stay strong.
- Thanks for the advice.
- They always need new body parts.
They'll gut you eventually.
There were 23 of us from my ship.
I'm the only one left.
When they grabbed us, there was
a woman with us. B'Elanna Torres.
- What happened to her?
- She must be at organ processing.
I've deployed the transponders.
The relay signal is clear.
Good work.
- Any sign of them?
- They definitely came this way.
The question is,
where did they go from here?
- Delightful spot to get lost.
- Over here.
- What is it?
- There are traces of five humanoids.
Five? There were only three
in the away team.
Evidently, they did not
enter this cavern alone.
Are you in pain?
It's nothing.
Remarkable. One of the symptoms
of the early stages of the phage
is excruciating joint pain.
It's extraordinary that you can endure it.
Some have been known to die
from the agony itself.
It's going to take
more than an infection to kill me.
It appears you are correct. Your body
is successfully fighting off the phage.
- I am overjoyed.
- How delightful for you.
Soon we will begin procedures
to replicate your genetic code
and attempt various methods
of integrating your DNA with our own.
In time, we'll be successful,
and eliminate the phage forever.
When that time comes, you will be
honoured as a hero by my people.
I know I'm the first Klingon
you've ever seen,
so I'll tell you that Klingons find honour
as warriors on the battlefield,
not as guinea pigs in a laboratory.
Earlier you accused me
of mutilating you.
Now you sound positively proud
to be Klingon.
You have me to thank for that.
- You'll get no gratitude from me.
- Perhaps you'll feel different in time.
But I don't blame you
for your obstinacy.
I would be proud, too,
with a form as handsome as yours.
I believe Klingons are the most
impressive species I have ever seen.
Tom?
Tom, wake up.
- B'Elanna?
- Yeah. It's me.
B'Elanna, what have they done to you?
I remember them grabbing us.
And then I guess I just blacked out.
Yeah, they stunned all of us.
The next thing I knew, they were
waking me up in some laboratory.
I was so groggy I couldn't see.
I asked them what they had done to me
and one of them said...
that they had completely extracted
my Klingon DNA.
That doesn't seem possible.
But you look human.
I feel so weak and sick to my stomach.
Considering what they've done to you,
I'm not surprised.
- So strange.
- What?
When I was a child,
I did everything I could
to hide my forehead.
Hats, scarves, you name it.
I wore a cap to cover the haircuts
my father used to make me get
on the first day of every summer.
I grew up in a colony on Kessik IV.
My mother and I
were the only Klingons there.
Relations between Homeworld
and the Federation weren't too cordial.
Nobody ever said anything,
but.. we were different.
I didn't like that feeling.
Then my father left.
When I was five years old.
One day he was there
and the next he wasn't.
I cried myself to sleep every night
for months.
Of course, I never told anybody.
And then I finally decided that he left
because I looked like a Klingon.
And so I tried to look human.
Looks like you got what you wanted.
According to our last scan, this cave
should continue for eight kilometres.
This is solid granite.
If these caves were changing
we'd have felt it.
True. But there has been
no tectonic activity.
This wall is merely an illusion,
a disguised force field.
Away team to Voyager.
We've run into some type of force field.
We were reading an empty tunnel,
then we walked into a solid wall.
The energy configuration of the force
field is like that used by the Vidiians.
Mr Ayala,
scan for any alien vessels in the sector.
Commander, our phasers
can disrupt that force field.
I want to know what's in there
but don't take any unnecessary risks.
We'll be standing by
for an emergency beam-out.
- It's not working, Captain.
- Try reconfiguring your phaser.
- Commander!
- Three to beam up!
B'Elanna?
- How are you feeling today?
- I feel strong.
It's very frustrating
to be restrained like this.
I sympathise.
I don't like being chained up
like an animal.
- I'm sorry. I...
- I've thought about what you said.
It's because of you that I am Klingon
and I do like this feeling.
In a strange way,
I suppose I am grateful.
Did you know that Klingon females
are renowned in the Alpha Quadrant
not only for their physical prowess
but for their voracious
sexual appetites as well?
Why not let your creation
out of her harness?
Study her in action.
I wish it were possible, B'Elanna.
But I'm afraid I can't risk
releasing you just yet.
- Forgive me.
- For what?
Please. Don't condescend.
I may have a grotesque appearance,
but I assure you my instincts
are finely honed,
and I do have feelings.
Hard as it may be for you to imagine,
my people were once handsome
and vigorous like yours.
And with your help, we will be again.
Perhaps when that time comes,
I will not disgust you quite so much
as I do now.
They're taking us to work.
Don't let them see you're sick.
Maybe they'll leave me behind.
I could get my hands on that console.
Or maybe they'll take us straight
to organ processing.
- You. Come with me.
- What for?
You asked to contact your ship.
The Prefect wishes to discuss that.
I'm the senior officer. If you want to talk
with one of us, it should be me.
- He's not going without me.
- Tom, don't! They'll kill you!
- Stop!
- It's OK, Tom.
They're the ones with the guns,
remember?
What is it?
Now the Vidiians know we're here,
we must be prepared
for their reinforcements.
Sensors don't show
any alien vessels near here.
The technology that disguises
their force fields may cloak their ships.
The prisoners may be
at greater risk now.
Look at this. I've scanned the entire
planet for the force field signature.
The field surrounds
more than 600 kilometres.
- Can we scan inside it?
- Everything I've tried has failed.
If it's the same kind of force field as last
time, why didn't our phasers breach it?
It has been adapted
to repulse phaser fire.
If they can move in and out of there,
so can we.
Set up simulations. Find a way
to get through that force field.
B'Elanna?
I have something I want to show you.
Durst!
I thought this new face would
make you more comfortable with me.
- You've killed him!
- Yes, B'Elanna.
But his organs will save a dozen lives.
Scans have revealed
miniscule openings
which develop
when the field matrix remodulates.
How small are these micro-fissures?
Less than one micron
and they close within seconds.
Could we use a phaser to expand
an opening as it's forming?
We thought of that. But such an attempt
would have to be at close range
and may alert the Vidiians
to our presence.
But if we could narrow
the energy beam tightly enough
we could transport one of us
through the micro-fissures.
Timing the transport to the moment
of an opening would be critical.
But if we could get someone inside,
we might find our people
and deactivate the force field.
And then we could beam everyone
back to the ship.
Precisely. But because we cannot scan
beyond the force field,
we'll be unable to communicate
with anyone inside it,
or verify that the transport is complete.
What's to prevent whoever goes in
from being captured by the Vidiians?
I have an idea about that, Captain.
Dermal stimulator, please.
Remarkable work, Doctor.
If you think this is remarkable,
you should see me remove a bunion.
I have replicated Vidiian attire.
It should prove sufficiently convincing.
It's a fine piece of work. Next time
I need a tailor I'll know where to look.
Quickly, now.
In there.
Here, B'Elanna. Sit down.
Here. It's water.
Thanks.
Rest while you can.
The guard won't be back right away.
Keep it.
Tom, I've been thinking.
When they did this thing to me, I think it
changed more than just the way I look.
What do you mean?
Back there, when they
took Durst away, I was terrified.
- No one could blame you for that.
- You don't understand.
I've been in worse situations
but I've never felt like that.
Never. My heart was pounding
and my hands were shaking.
I didn't even try to help you.
I'm no doctor, but whatever they did
to you has depleted your strength.
- There's nothing you could have done.
- That's not it.
I think that when
they extracted my Klingon DNA,
they turned me into some kind of...
a coward.
Sometimes fear can be a good thing.
Keeps you from taking
unnecessary chances.
Courage doesn't mean
you don't have fear.
It means you've learned to overcome it.
I know you can find
the courage to hold on
until we can find a way out of this place.
- What's going on here?
- She's ill. She needed a rest.
- Then I'll take her back to the barracks.
- It's OK, Tom.
Maybe from there
I can make contact with the ship.
The emitter array
has been initialised.
Good. Are you ready, Mr Chakotay?
There's an opening forming
in the force field.
- Initiating autosequence.
- Targeting scanners.
- Scanners locked.
- On my mark, Mr Kim.
Energise.
Well, now we'll wait.
Make a sound and I'll break your neck.
Understand?
I'm looking for my friend. Tom Paris.
A human male.
They sent him to another tunnel.
- Which one?
- Back that way.
Another human was with him
but they took her back to the barracks.
A human female?
I need your help here.
What are you doing? Come with us.
- Where are you taking me?
- For a shower and a hot meal.
Wake up, pahtk. Eat.
- What is it?
- Some rodent I killed.
- No, thanks.
- I'm sorry I can't replicate a souffle.
But you need nourishment.
I can't carry you all the way out.
How are we supposed to escape this
place? There are guards everywhere.
- We fight our way out.
- I'm not exactly in fighting form.
That's why you need food. Eat.
So, you're what's leftover
when all the Klingon DNA is taken out.
Apparently.
If I hadn't come along,
were you going to waste away
until they killed you for your body parts?
- Were you too frightened to act?
- I was looking for a way to escape.
Looking?
I'll show you the way to escape.
- This and this.
- That's how you respond to everything.
If it doesn't work, hit it.
If it's in your way, knock it down.
No wonder I got kicked out
of the Academy.
For which you should be
eternally grateful.
Well, I'm not. Your temper has got me
into trouble more times than I...
Listen to me.
Listen to us. This is ridiculous.
- We're each fighting with ourself.
- I'm not the one who's fighting, pahtk.
If I remember correctly, I'm the one
who rescued you from prison
and carried you here.
Don't you think you could
at least acknowledge that?
You won't be able to
get out of here without me.
I don't know
that I can get out of here with you.
- Brute force isn't going to do it.
- Maybe not. Maybe we'll die trying.
But that's better than sitting here
doing nothing.
There you go again. Out of control.
Leaping into action before you think.
- Fine. You stay here.
- That's not what I meant.
I'm sorry.
Please.
Just before you rescued me,
I logged on
to the Vidiians' computer system.
I think I found a way to access
the force field that's cloaking this place.
With more time
I could have deactivated it.
Then Voyager could get a lock on us
and beam us back. Paris, too.
It may not be as exciting
as fighting our way out,
but it stands a better chance of working.
If I have your help.
So...you need me?
I can't get back to that computer
without you.
And you'll have to cover for me
while I work.
We can't go to the prison barracks.
There are too many guards.
In the lab where they held me,
there is a security console.
That's the last place
they would expect us to be.
They must have taken her
to organ processing.
Tell me how to get there.
- Keep your hands off me!
- OK, Paris.
But I thought you might like
to get out of here.
- Chakotay?
- Where are Torres and Durst?
I think they've been taken
to "organ processing".
You!
Why are you talking to that prisoner?
- I must take him to organ processing.
- Why didn't I know?
I was told you did.
- I've never seen you before.
- My face was just grafted.
Very well. Take him. But from now on
I expect to be notified of all transfers.
Yes, sir.
There.
I have to bypass the security code
to access the force field grid.
Then I'll have a better idea
of what we're dealing with.
That should do it.
There. That's what we're up against.
And I think we're.. here.
- Can you shut it down?
- I'm trying.
What now?
If they didn't know we were here before,
they do now.
Take it easy. I'll be done in a minute.
You're not frightened any more,
are you?
I don't have time to think about it.
- Are you hurt?
- Keep working.
- Stop.
- You're not going to hurt me.
- You need me.
- You're right.
But if you do not surrender,
I will kill her.
Drop it!
- Who are you?
- That's what I want to know.
It's Chakotay.
- I've almost accessed the force field.
- Hurry!
Got it! There!
The force field has been disrupted.
Can you get a lock
on Commander Chakotay?
- Voyager, do you read?
- Loud and clear.
I found them, Captain.
Three humans and one Klingon
to beam up.
She's badly wounded, Captain.
- Beam her to sickbay.
- Don't. No time.
You showed true courage.
It makes my death an honourable one.
Using your counterpart's tissue
I can replicate the Klingon DNA
then reintegrate that genetic material
into your cellular structure.
You're not saying
you're changing me back?
That's precisely what I'm saying.
Your cells' ability to synthesise proteins
has been compromised.
You need the Klingon genes to survive.
- So she's saving my life again.
- I'll get started on the DNA.
- How are you doing?
- I'm not sure.
It's been a pretty strange experience.
I do know that right now, the way I am,
I'm more at peace with myself
than I've ever been.
And that's a good feeling.
- But?
- I'm incomplete.
It doesn't feel like me.
I've had someone else living inside me
for too long to feel right without her.
You two made quite a team down there.
I know.
I came to admire
a lot of things about her.
Her strength. Her bravery.
I guess I just have to accept the fact
that I'll spend the rest of my life
fighting with her.