Star Trek: Voyager (1995–2001): Season 3, Episode 9 - Future's End: Part II - full transcript

Last time on "Star Trek - Voyager".

I'm Captain Braxton
of the timeship Aeon.

- I'm from 29th-Century Earth.
- Why are you firing at us?

Your vessel is responsible
for a disaster,

an explosion
that will destroy Earth's solar system.

My mission is your destruction.

We're caught in some kind of graviton
distortion. We're being pulled in, too.

A ship from the 29th Century couldn't
land on this beach without being noticed.

That ship belongs to another century.
We have to take it back.

No one else knows there's something
up there. We've got to call NASA.

She's a security risk. Go to Griffith,
get the data, get rid of her.



What the hell did you do to my
computer? The hard drive is wiped.

Get down!

Starling is using 29th-Century
technology. We can't keep up.

Yes.

- He's accessing our computer.
- Get us back into orbit and...

Captain Janeway.
You're from the 24th Century?

And I thought you were from the 29th.

Looks like I have
the home-field advantage.

And now, the conclusion.

Let me guess. Someone broke into the
van last night, tried to snatch the stereo,

you bravely fought them off,
and now you're repairing the damage.

- Exactly.
- My hero.

What's it like?
Life as a spy, I mean.

- Classified.
- Oh, right. I forgot.



But you said "secret agent”
and nobody says that.

You do that a lot.
You get things not quite right.

- Like you don't belong here.
- Rain, you're fantasising.

And you're insulting my intelligence.

Yesterday I picked up a UFO in orbit,
today my life is out of control.

Don't think I'm too stupid to notice.

- I apologise.
- Accepted.

Will you also accept
that there are lives at stake?

The more you ask questions, the more
difficult you make things. For everybody.

I'll try.

So why did you become an astronomer?

My brother had a telescope.
A little refractor.

You could barely see in the tree house
next door, actually, but it was enough.

It was enough to see the rings of Saturn.

I used to think they looked like
jewels from a pirate's treasure.

All I ever wanted since then
was to reach up and touch them.

Good morning.

- Agent Tuvok. What's up?
- Breakfast is "up" ”.

- Have you made any progress?
- I think so.

Chilli burritos, foot-long hot dogs
and Goliath Gulps.

This isn't breakfast.
It's an afternoon at Dodger Stadium.

And that is a non-sequitur.
Hand me a burrito.

Everything you guys do
is just a little bit off.

These things are kind of... crude.
So much for sending a locator signal.

There is another option.

The radio dish at the observatory.
We could use the same set-up...

The same set-up that I used
to send that message to your...

whatever it is up in orbit.

- We will require your assistance.
- No kidding.

- Well?
- Not on an empty stomach.

Starling downloaded
nearly 20% of our computer core.

I'm replacing programs as fast as I can

but some of it isn't retrievable.

Like the Doctor. Nothing is left of him.

The Doctor is only one of our problems.

Weapons are off-line, Tuvok and Paris
are still missing in Los Angeles

and we've confirmed Braxton's
hypothesis.

If Starling attempts
a flight to the future,

it will most likely end in disaster.

I've analysed Braxton's... schematic.

The temporal technology is complex.

Starling might be a genius,

but he is not a trained 29th-Century pilot.

Without the exact calibration, that ship
will rip the time-space continuum apart.

When he jumps to the 29th Century,

there won't be a 29th Century for Earth.

The solar system will be destroyed.

I want that timeship.

We'd have to drop out of orbit again.

I strongly recommend against that.

The more legitimate news organisations

think the Voyager image is fraudulent.

But I've also monitored official channels,

and the US military
is taking things more seriously.

Another pass through the atmosphere

and we may be intercepted.

If we can't get to the ship,

maybe we can get to the man. Torres...

Captain, I'm receiving
a transmission from Tuvok. Audio only.

- Tuvok, report.
- We're at the Griffith Observatory.

We have modified the transmitter
to carry Voyager frequencies.

- I regret the bad connection.
- It's OK. What's happened?

We have become associated with
a woman employed at the laboratory.

She sent the message to Voyager.

Her lab is under the supervision
of Henry Starling.

We've met Mr Starling.
He has the timeship.

He will cause the disaster
in the 29th Century.

Then we must find a way to stop him.

Tell me about this young woman.
Can we trust her?

She and Lieutenant Paris are bonding
on a cross-cultural level.

I would have to say yes.

Ask if she'd be willing to help us.

- How's it going?
- Your interest is less than genuine.

Try to be a little more grateful, Doc.

The schematics I downloaded

indicated you were stuck
in the sickbay 24 hours a day.

I recently suffered a program loss
and I'm retrieving my memory files.

But apparently I have been projected
into other locations.

Undoubtedly you're using
a similar procedure.

My holographic simulator. We use it
to test our new microchip designs.

I projected you through the emitters
in the office.

Your program isn't very sophisticated.

That is a matter of opinion.
Now please return me to my vessel.

Can't do that. Not yet. I have
a few questions I want answered.

If you have need of medical expertise,
I would refer you to a local physician.

All Captain Janeway's talk about
a disaster I caused is just smoke.

- You came here to steal my timeship.
- That is simply not the case.

That timeship is from the 29th Century,

technology 500 years more advanced
than anything you've got.

You'd love to have it.
You figured I'd be an easy target.

A Neanderthal
who doesn't know what he's got.

But you found out otherwise.

A paranoid response indicative
of bi-polar personality disorder.

If my history is accurate, Southern
California in the late 20th Century

had no shortage of psychotherapists,
competent and otherwise.

I suggest you find one.
Now. Return me to Voyager.

I've learned your weapons are damaged,
your ship's teleporter is half-shot,

but I didn't get all the personnel files.

I have to know my enemy.

Give me Captain Janeway's
psychological profile.

- I'm a doctor, not a database.
- I'd say you're a bit of both.

- Start talking.
- Or suffer the consequences?

Hardly.

I'm a hologram. I experience neither pain
nor fear of death.

You have no means of coercing me.

Pain.

It's an interesting sensation, isn't it?

- I never realised.
- How unpleasant it could be?

This is what burning feels like.

For a human to experience
what you're going through right now

he'd have to be on fire.

How?

By reconfiguring
your tactile response sensors.

Easy as proverbial pie.

Feeling more cooperative?

I'm in a meeting, Dave.

- Put her through.
- Mr Starling.

I'm so scared. They're going to find me.
I don't know what to do.

Take it easy, Rain. Everything's OK.

It's not OK. People are shooting at me.
I don't know what to do.

You're going to jump in a cab and
come to my office. You'll be safe here.

- They'll find me.
- Where are you?

Metro Plaza. By the fountain.
Please come and get me. Please.

- I'll send somebody.
- No!

You.

I'm really scared.

I'll be right there.

He bought it. Sort of.

- What do you mean?
- His voice sounded a little suspicious.

Pack a lunch, Doc.
We're going for a walk.

I can only appear in a room equipped
with a holographic projection system.

In short, I'm going nowhere.

Interferometric dispersion is on-line.

That should take care
of radar detection.

And I've configured the shields
to disguise our visual profile.

Unless somebody gets on top of us, we
should look like a 20th-Century aircraft.

Transporters are on-line. We should be
within range in about ten minutes.

You can see the entire Baja Peninsula.

I'd forgotten how beautiful the view is
from this altitude.

I never thought I'd see it again.

Didn't you train
as a pilot in North America?

That's right.
My first year at the Academy.

Then I went to Venus to learn
how to handle atmospheric storms.

And then I dodged asteroids
for a semester in the belt.

You had more fun
at the Academy than I did.

I remember dodging punches in the lab.

Only you could start a brawl
in Astro Theory 101.

I guess I was just a little more...
enthusiastic in those days.

I guess so.

Chakotay...

What if we're stuck here?
What if we can't find a way back.

There are still a few isolated places
left in this century.

- We'd have to keep low profiles.
- We'd have to get jobs.

I've thought about pursuing archaeology.

I could teach at a university
or work on a dig in Central America.

There were still important discoveries
to be made in this century.

- I could win a Nobel Prize.
- So much for a low profile.

What about you?

"Highly qualified Klingon
seeks position as engineer."

I'd hire you in a second.
Let's start our descent.

Approach course laid in.
Full power to thrusters.

Watch out for birds.

- Paris to Chakotay.
- Go ahead.

- Starling's arrived, with the Doctor.
- What? How is that possible?

- I don't know. Are you within range?
- Almost. Another two minutes.

I don't know, Doc. You were awfully
quiet in the ride over here.

I'm not programmed to make small talk.

Anxious about being out
in the real world?

It's just another environment to me.

Mind your manners, Doc.

If your shipmates start any trouble,
you'll be holo-dust.

I've triangulated the position of the van.
Stand by for tricorder uplink.

You'll be able to lock on
the moment Starling is inside.

Mr Starling, I'm so glad you're here.

Tell your new friends to come out
or their colleague will die.

What are you talking about?

- Let's go.
- My van is this way.

We're taking my car.

- I left my stuff in the van.
- I'll send somebody back for it.

- Is there a problem?
- No.

- They're not going to the van.
- Mr Chakotay, there is a problem.

That...

- That's the guy that tried to kill me.
- No, he was trying to rescue you.

- Where are we going?
- To my office.

Office. Right.

We're recalibrating Starling's position.
You'll have to take him out of his car.

There may not be enough time.

- I've determined the coordinates.
- Now!

- We've got a lock on Starling's position.
- Energising.

Dunbar, take the surface streets.
The 101's a nightmare at this time of...

Oh, my God!

Run!

The pattern buffer's overloading.

He's activated a device
that's interfering with the transport.

Hm.

- Are you all right?
- I guess so.

I've been equipped with an autonomous,
self-sustaining mobile holo-emitter.

In short, I am footloose
and fancy-free.

We've got Starling in our transporter
buffers but we can't rematerialise him.

Interference is disrupting
computer pathways.

Aft thrusters are down.

We're close enough
to use the short-range transporter.

Transporter room 1, lock onto the
shuttle's pattern buffers and energise.

Chakotay, we're taking over.
Mr Kim, let's go.

The buffers are purged.
They've taken Starling off our hands.

We're losing altitude.

He's got a tricorder.

It's putting out an interference signal.

I'm isolating it
and suppressing the amplitude.

Got him.

Damn it.

Janeway to sickbay. Medical emergency
in transporter room 1.

Propulsion is off-line.
Voyager, we're going down.

Where are we?

This one looks like an Indian.

And that one...
I don't know what her story is.

What's that thing on her head?

Careful, Butch. She looks like a fighter.

- Who are you?
- You first.

Are you spying on us, Chief?

No. Just passing by.

In your new stealth plane?
Who sent you?

Nobody sent us.
We had engine trouble.

I don't believe her.

They're wearing military uniforms,
flying a secret plane.

They're coming for us.

U.S.S. equals federal government.
The federal government is the beast.

We are not from "the beast".
Just take us to our plane.

Shut up!

That will be all.
Call for reinforcements.

It's gonna be a long day.

I've known guys
who have disappeared on the first date.

I assume she is speaking figuratively.

But I've never actually seen it happen.

- And you, Mr Leisure Suit.
- There's a name I hadn't considered.

That guy punched you a bunch of times.

You should have a black eye,
or a swollen lip, a broken nose...

Try to relax.
You appear to be.. Hallucinating.

Oh, is that what I am?
I'm hallucinating.

I'm sorry you got dragged into all this.

- Tuvok here.
- Tuvok, we've got Starling.

But Chakotay and Torres' shuttle
went down over Arizona.

Mr Kim is transmitting the coordinates
to your tricorder. I want you to find them.

Aye, Captain. Tuvok out.

Mr Starling is under control.

I suggest you continue the business
at Chronowerx.

The Doctor and I
must make our way to Arizona.

He suffered minor synaptic stress, but
not enough to cause permanent damage.

- Can you bring him out of it?
- Yes, Captain.

Welcome to the 24th Century.

I took the precaution of removing
your tricorder. That's what it's called.

It didn't work.

It works.
You just don't know how to use it.

Give me some credit.
I did pretty well for a primitive.

That's all over now. I've won.

Disable the force field around
Chronowerx. I want that timeship.

You're in no position to make demands.

- On the contrary.
- Are you going to shoot me?

- I have thought of it.
- It wouldn't get you anything.

I've rigged the timeship.

If you even go near it,
Los Angeles will look like the moon.

You'd destroy an entire city?

You don't care about the future or the
present. Does anything matter to you?

- The betterment of mankind.
- It doesn't look like that.

Why do you think I want to go
to the future? A vacation?

To get more technology.
That's why you're launching the timeship.

I've cannibalised the ship
as much as I can.

There's nothing left to base a product on.

And the future is just waiting
to be exploited.

You just don't get it. I created
the microcomputer revolution.

Using technology
you never should have had.

My products benefit the entire world.

Without me, there would be no laptops,
no Internet, no barcode readers.

What's good for Chronowerx
is good for everybody.

I can't stop now.
One trip to the 29th Century

and I can bring back enough technology
to start ten computer revolutions.

If you attempt to travel to the future,
you'll risk creating a temporal explosion

that could cost billions of lives,
including your own.

I'm willing to take that risk.

In my time, Mr Starling,

no human would endanger the future
to gain advantage in the present.

The future you're talking about
is 900 years from now.

I can't be concerned about that.
I have a company to run,

and a whole world full of people
waiting for me to make their lives better.

Computer, reactivate force field.

Chronowerx stock is about to crash.

There are two forces
at work in the world -

the drive toward collectivity
and the drive toward individuality.

You are the former and I am the latter.

We told you. We are not from the United
States government and we are not...

The beast has many heads,
and I'm looking at two of them.

I used to think violence
could be the solution to a problem.

- But it's not true.
- You are no patriot.

I was a freedom fighter. So I thought.

- That gun will get you nowhere.
- Porter!

They're coming! The Feds!

- How many?
- Three cars and a chopper.

- Two miles away.
- This is it, men.

Get into position behind the house.
Butch and me will take these two.

Looks like your friends out there
still believe in violence.

Too bad for you.

Let's recap. UFO in orbit. Laser pistols.
People vanishing.

I've seen "Mission Impossible”.
You're not secret agents.

I can't talk about it.

You can't keep a girl from hypothesising.
I'm a scientist.

I'm thinking...
I'm thinking alternate dimension.

- I'm thinking close encounter.
- Whatever.

Talk about a motley crew.

We have the Doctor, a guy with the
worst taste in clothing I've ever seen.

Tuvok. What a freakasaurus.
Has the guy ever cracked a smile?

Not that I can recall.

And you. Tom Paris. Hm.

Sexy, in a "Howdy Doody" sort of way.

Pretty goofy, although sometimes I think
you're the smartest man I've ever met.

All this running around you do.
Your mission.

You're so dedicated. You care about
something more than just your own life.

Is that so unusual?

Yeah.

Whoa. I missed the turn.

SAT-COM 47, activating.

- Engage Starling location sweep.
- Sweep underway.

Chakotay and Torres
are 30 kilometres northeast of Phoenix.

Good. Get to them
as soon as you can.

- There's a transport in progress.
- What?

- Starling's beamed to the surface.
- He's got a satellite in orbit.

He sent a signal through our shields.

- Where is Starling now?
- Tracking the signal.

He's back at the Chronowerx building.

Mr Dunbar, good work.
I think it's time to get out of here.

- I guess this is goodbye.
- I guess it is.

Listen... are you busy tomorrow night?

Cos um... you know,
we should hang together.

- I can't.
- Oh. What about this weekend?

Um...

- You're married.
- Absolutely not.

Just... very busy.

- Oh. Gotta get back to Mars, right?
- Saturn.

That's perfect!
I told you, I always loved Saturn.

- So, give me your phone number.
- Rain...

Tachyon emissions.

- They're moving the timeship.
- What are you talking about?

You wouldn't mind hanging with me
for a while longer, huh?

We want the aircraft
and its occupants.

Get off my land!

- When they find a Klingon in here...
- Who are you two?

- Please stand aside, Officer.
- I'm warning both of you to...

They've got lasers.
A black man and some bald guy.

- God in heaven help us.
- Divine intervention is unlikely.

Tuvok's at the shuttle, starting repairs.

- Doctor, how...
- It's a long story.

Suffice it to say,
I'm making a house call.

- It's Paris again, on audio.
- Status report, Tom.

- We just turned onto a desert road.
- Hi. This is Rain Robinson.

There is zero traffic on this road.
They'll know we're following them.

Thank you. I'll keep that in mind.

Tom, there's a small landing field
about ten kilometres ahead of you.

It could be his launch site.

Our weapons are still off-line
and Torres hasn't repaired the shuttle.

- It might all be up to you.
- I'll do my best. Paris out.

Look out!

Get in behind him.
Right off his bumper.

- Closer.
- Forget it.

- One more metre.
- Just shoot!

- Give it a second.
- You think we got him?

I think so.

Come on!

Jump!

Chakotay to Paris. What's your status?

We're fine. Good shooting.

Wasn't there supposed to be a timeship
in that truck?

- Scanning the debris.
- It was a transponder.

It was set to give off tachyon signals.

Chakotay to Voyager.
The timeship's not here. It was a ruse.

Starling will launch from a different site.

- Activate hyper-impulse.
- Hyper-impulse drive engaged.

- Let's do it.
- Command confirmed.

The timeship is entering
the ionosphere.

Track his course. Janeway to
shuttlecraft. Return to Voyager.

Phasers are still off-line.
We can't fire the photon torpedoes.

Launch activation sequencers
aren't responding.

- I can reroute fire command.
- There's no time.

Take the bridge.
Should be second nature to you by now.

Open the access portal
to torpedo bay 1.

I'll reconfigure for manual launch.

You'd have to launch from inside
the tube. It's too dangerous.

You have your orders.

I've got the transporters back on-line.

- Mr Paris, we're bringing you aboard.
- Acknowledged.

Your spaceship's waiting.

I've never met anyone quite like you.

And I don't think I ever will.

Same here.

Say hi to Saturn for me.

I will.

- Initiate temporal inversion.
- Initiating.

- The shuttle's back on board.
- Good. I'm nearly there.

- The timeship has jumped to warp 1.
- Go to warp. We can't lose him.

- Welcome to the bridge, Doctor.
- Thank you.

Status.

- The captain's in torpedo tube 1.
- Doctor, get down there.

- How do I get there?
- Ensign Kaplan, go with him.

Starling will be able to open a rift
within seconds.

The field he's creating is unstable.

If he enters the rift like this,
he'll create a temporal explosion.

Events are occurring
just as Captain Braxton predicted.

The disaster may well be inevitable.

Fate, Tuvok? I won't accept that.

Close to within ten kilometres.
We'll ram him if we have to.

Temporal core has reached
cascade potential.

Penetration point at 96, mark 047.

I've reconfigured for manual launch.

- Arm the torpedo.
- Torpedo armed.

- Lock on target.
- Locked on.

Hail Starling.

This is Voyager. Pull away from the rift.

Or what?
Your weapons are down, friend.

See you... some time.

Chakotay to Janeway.
We have no other choice.

He's entering the rift.

Fire.

Uh-oh.

- I insist you come to sickbay.
- There will be plenty of time for that.

- The bridge is yours.
- Can we reopen that rift?

Captain, the rift is opening.

There's something coming out.
It's the timeship.

Let's see it. On screen.

- Captain Braxton.
- Do you know me?

- Yes, unfortunately.
- You tried to destroy our ship.

The next time we saw you, you were
an old man, homeless, in 1996.

- I never experienced that timeline.
- Then why are you here?

In my century, we can scan time,
like you use sensors to scan space.

The Temporal Integrity Commission
detected you over 20th-Century Earth.

I was sent to correct that anomaly.
Prepare to follow me into the rift.

I'm returning you to your own time,
to your previous coordinates.

Captain, we've been trying to get home
to Earth for the last two years.

Can you return us to our century,
but keep us here in the Alpha Quadrant?

I'm sorry. Temporal Prime Directive.
I'm afraid you're on your own.

Braxton out.

The timeship is re-entering the rift.

Mr Paris...

Follow him in.

Aye, Captain.

Captain's log, stardate 50312.5.

We are at the exact time and place
we first encountered the timeship.

I've resumed a course for Earth

and I've ordered the crew
to the mess hall for a toast.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

- To the future.
- Here, here.

How long will you be out and about?

If you're referring to my mobility,
that is up to me.

I'm still trying to figure out
how the emitter works

but it looks like downloading him back
into the ship's computer won't be hard.

Apparently the reverse is also true.

I'll be able to make casual use
of the emitter.

It's more involved than that.

Kes, now that I'll be to and fro,
your responsibilities will increase.

I'm up to the challenge.

But what about you,
now there will be more to your life?

Nothing I can't handle. I've always
wanted a little more privacy.

- Perhaps my own quarters.
- One step at a time, Doctor.

You should have seen it when the
parking enforcement officer came over.

Tuvok tried to use Vulcan logic
to talk her out of giving us a citation.

- Did it work?
- Of course not!

Given Mr Paris' alleged familiarity
with 20th-Century America,

it is a wonder we survived at all.

Tuvok, has anyone ever told you
you're a real freakasaurus?