Star Trek: Voyager (1995–2001): Season 4, Episode 17 - Retrospect - full transcript

Direct hit.

The target buoy is solid monotanium,
ten metres thick,

shielded by a chromo-electric force field.

- Impressive.
- I'm glad you agree.

It's not wise to travel
without adequate defences.

Scuttled ships
have more firepower than Voyager.

I'm sure.

Imagine your capability
once the isokinetic cannon

is integrated into your systems.

One projectile can penetrate the shields
of any heavily-armoured vessel.

Hostile species will know to avoid
Voyager by reputation alone.



You've made your point, Mr Kovin.
I want the cannon.

And I'm prepared to give you...

...astrometric charts
spanning twelve sectors.

You'll find them unusually precise.

Even the most sophisticated charts
become obsolete.

One random anomaly
and they're no longer accurate.

However, I could be persuaded...

if you were to include the mapping
technology that created them.

Sorry. Our astrometric sensors were
designed specifically for this ship.

They'd be of no use to you.

What I can offer you is a generous
supply of isolinear processing chips.

We'll show you how to integrate
them into your sensor technology.

How generous a supply?

- 100 chips.
- 150.



- 115.
- 125.

Done. Escort our guest to engineering.

You'll be supervising the installation?

Of course. For a modest fee.

Five additional chips. No more.

It's good to see the art of negotiation
isn't lost on you, Captain.

- That guy is worse than a Ferengi.
- Assign Seven of Nine to work on this.

She's got a knack
for adapting alien technology.

Should I give her access
to the systems?

I'm ready to give her some latitude.
She's been behaving herself lately.

What are you working on?

Decoding the message Starfleet
Command sent us several weeks ago.

- Any progress?
- None.

I'm working on
a new decryption algorithm.

Set it aside.

- I have another assignment for you.
- What is it?

Helping Kovin integrate
the new weapons system.

- I'd rather not. I find him inefficient.
- Maybe, but you work well with him.

It's more responsibility.
You should be pleased.

The captain gives me liberty
when she needs my expertise.

You violated her trust and if you
want it back, you'll have to earn it.

One step at a time.

I will report to engineering.

You need to install isolinear
buffer circuits here and here.

Protect the main power relay
with a containment field.

All the buffer circuits would have to fail
simultaneously for there to be a danger.

We prefer to play it safe.

I'll check the inventory logs to see
if we have a field generator available.

- What are you doing?
- Reconfiguring the control systems.

The circuit requires
a specialised protocol.

- Let me take care of it.
- That won't be necessary.

No. No. The subroutines need to be
arranged in cascading sequence.

Let me show you.

Seven, stop.

There's a hairline fracture
of the premaxilla bone.

Do you see this? She shattered it.

It's easily repaired.

Why did Seven attack you?

It was unprovoked. She was an animal.

I wouldn't put it like that.

I was at a console ten metres away.

I looked around. He was holding her arm.

I barely touched her.

A gesture to move her out of my way,

then she attacked me.

What did you say to her?

I told her how to reconfigure

the tactical control systems.

- Is that all?
- That's all.

And that's when she knocked him down.

Ashmore and I had to hold her back.

- She would have killed me.
- It's a miracle you survived.

Now hold still or this won't heal properly.

You should be disciplining her.

Believe me, I'll deal with it.

Please accept my apology. Excuse me.

Good as new.

Come in.

Here we are again.

I'm tired of this conversation.

You know what I'm going to say.
It seems pointless to say anything.

Shall I consider my privileges restricted
and confine myself to the cargo bay?

I think we've established that traditional
disciplinary actions don't work with you.

The question is what will?

Are you asking for my opinion?

I suppose I am. Because frankly,
I'm running out of options.

Throwing you in the brig or slapping you
on the wrist solves nothing.

And I understand
your feelings about Kovin.

There are times
I'd like to pop him on the nose.

But there's a difference between
having an impulse and acting on it.

Does that make any sense to you?

I believe so. I will give it more thought.

Well, that's a start.

I hear there was some excitement
this morning.

When I helped you
improve your social skills,

I didn't include a boxing lesson.

- You weren't hurt, were you?
- No.

Still a bit tense?

- Perhaps.
- I understand the burden you carry.

Constantly being obligated to deal with
those who fall short of excellence.

I often find my own patience being
tested by someone like Mr Kovin.

Of course, I generally respond with a
devastating quip, rather than a left hook.

We must both accept the fact that few
life-forms will meet our high standards.

So, when you get irritated,
just try to be tolerant.

Remember, they can't help
being what they are.

I'm reading increased
engramatic activity

and your adrenaline is elevated.

- What does that indicate?
- A state of heightened tension.

Lie down and I'll run some scans.

In a typical human,
I would consider this a mood swing.

But with your unique physiology,

I'd like to rule out the possibility
of a chemical imbalance.

Have you experienced other symptoms -
headaches, disorientation?

No.

Physiological scans seem normal.

I'm going to check
your Borg implants now.

- Seven, what's wrong?
- Let me out.

I will. Stay calm.

- No more procedures.
- All right.

Stay away. You mustn't do this.

Do what? What are you so afraid of?

I don't know.

She experienced an episode
of acute anxiety.

Intense apprehension,
shortness of breath.

I finally managed to sedate her.

Could it be her cortical implants?

I don't think so. I think the problem
is memory suppression.

There's a high concentration
of biogenic amines,

which I haven't noticed before.

It's blocking her memory centre.

- Do you know where it came from?
- No, but it seems to be dissipating.

Seven's behaviour may be the result
of the blocked memories surfacing.

- Memories she can't identify yet.
- Can you treat her?

Treatment would involve
integrating the repressed memories.

I may be able to use
a standard regression technique.

You have psycho-therapeutic
capabilities?

No, but in the absence of a counsellor,

I've been developing
a psychiatric subroutine.

I'll be even more valuable to you.

Keep me informed, Doctor.

A Jungian therapist would attempt
to retrieve unconscious memories

by exploring synchronicities
in recent events.

But Amanin of Betazed would argue
that a combination of sensory isolation

and focused breathing techniques
would be more effective.

I've integrated them both to create
an approach to memory reconstruction.

What does this approach involve?

Putting you at your ease
by treating you in your own environment.

Once I've reinforced
the neural pathways,

I'll use a directed imagery technique
to guide you through the regression.

You may proceed.

Please, close your eyes.

Clear your mind.
Try not to think or to analyse.

- My mind is now clear.
- This isn't an exercise in efficiency.

Close your eyes. Breathe deeply.

Concentrate on the sound of my voice.

Let go of the present.
Leave the cargo bay behind.

Allow yourself to drift.

Describe the first image
that enters your mind.

A medical tricorder.

Duritanium casing. 7.6 centimetres
by 9.8 centimetres by 3.2 centimetres.

Alpha-numeric display...

That's enough. So... you're in sickbay.

How does the tricorder make you feel?

- It disturbs me.
- Why?

I'm afraid it will hurt me.

Is there anything else there
that causes you to anticipate pain?

The diagnostic bed.
It's closing around me.

- You feel restrained, confined?
- Yes. I'm uneasy.

About what?

- It's Kovin.
- What is he doing?

He's restraining me.

I want to get away from him, but I can't.

Kovin's using
some kind of instrument on me.

Seven?

I didn't recall this before.

Recall what?

Kovin. He performed
a surgical procedure on me.

He... extracted Borg technology
from my body.

He violated me.

We're making progress. Tell me, this
surgical procedure. When did it happen?

I don't know. The details are vague.
There are only images.

And you're sure it was Kovin?

- Did you see Kovin?
- Yes.

You said he was restraining you,
using an instrument of some sort?

- He was.
- Were you on Voyager?

No. It must have been when we were
testing the weapons on the surface.

Concentrate on that away mission.

Focus on the first image
that enters your mind.

- Describe it.
- A large granitic stone.

Approximately one half metre high.

Allow that memory
to develop beyond the image.

Integrate it into your consciousness.
Let the memory take shape.

I'm at the weapons range.

Kovin had taken us there to evaluate
firearms he wished to offer in trade.

He attempted to impress us with
the weapons' destructive capabilities.

My role was to provide
a more objective analysis.

Terawatt power particle beam rifle.

Four microsecond recharge.
Ten kilometre range.

Definitely not standard Starfleet issue.
What do you think?

72% fragmentation. 28% vaporisation.
Crude, but efficient.

It's not as accurate as our compression
rifles, but it's a lot easier to handle.

I'd like one of these
the next time we run into the Hirogen.

Augmenting the targeting mechanism
with a thermal guidance sensor

would increase accuracy by 24%.

I can do that now. Care to join me?

You can make sure its done
to your specifications.

I'd like to test
some of the other firearms.

Go right ahead. This way.

Kovin took me to a laboratory.

- Describe it.
- It was poorly illuminated.

I saw various instruments,
technology unfamiliar to me.

I assumed this was where
he developed new weapon designs.

This weapon is thoron based.

- Most hand-held disrupters are.
- Thoron can be unstable in weapons.

Not if you polarise the emitter matrix.
That compensates for any instabilities.

Watch.

What are you doing?

- He turned the weapon on me.
- He fired?

- Yes. I remember it now.
- What happened next?

I'm not sure.

Concentrate.
See the laboratory in your mind.

There was a light in my eyes.

- Was Kovin still in the room with you?
- Yes.

Restrain her. Quickly.

Another Entharan was assisting him.

- This is Borg technology.
- That's what I've been telling you.

Let me go.

They bound me to a table.

What did they do to you?
Did they scan you?

The bio-ablation pump
is engaged and pressurised.

The implants are activating.
The nanoprobes are multiplying.

They put a device near my head.
They removed my ocular implant.

Then... some of the implants
in my arm were activated.

Which ones? Can you be more specific?

Use the maximum setting
to stimulate the implants.

The assimilation tubules are ready.

Prepare to harvest the nanoprobes.

They extracted nanoprobes
through my assimilation tubules.

I was powerless, unable to stop them.

You couldn't be expected to.
Then what happened?

They took the nanoprobes
to another subject.

Then they... They assimilated him.

Well done.

The next thing I remember
I was back in Kovin's lab.

He claimed the particle beam rifle
overloaded, that it burned my hand.

But it was a lie. They had attacked me.

I'm sorry.
I should have been more careful.

- Do you have a dermal regenerator?
- Of course.

I'll inform the captain.

There's no doubt that Seven
was the victim of a brutal assault.

She's as well as can be expected.

She's regenerating in her alcove. Her
emotional recovery will take some time.

I hope you'll hold Kovin responsible.

How much of her story can we
corroborate? Tom, you were with her.

- How long was she alone with Kovin?
- At least two hours.

Did she say anything later?

Only that they'd finished their work.
She seemed fine.

Clearly Mr Kovin used artificial means
to suppress her memory.

That would explain
the unusual engramatic activity I found.

Did you find physical evidence
of the procedures?

No. I suspect Mr Kovin
used Seven's own nanoprobes

to repair any cellular damage.

She remembers Kovin extracting them.

You are accepting Seven's
recovered memories as fact.

Are you suggesting otherwise?

Recovered memories
often prove unreliable.

When a traumatic experience
has been repressed for years.

We're dealing with a very recent
memory blocked by artificial means.

When I removed that,
Seven remembered everything.

Human memory is rarely perfect.

Are you saying
that Seven is making this up?

No, but remember she has experienced
hallucinatory images before.

In response to a signal from the ship
where she was assimilated.

She's not hallucinating.
She's remembering what happened.

I confirmed this
by analysing engramatic activity.

This is not conjecture. This is science.

Let's not get bogged down.

Seven has made serious accusations
and I won't dismiss them.

If Kovin assaulted her and took
Borg technology, we can't ignore it.

In the wrong hands, a single nanoprobe
could lead to disaster.

Doctor, keep searching for any physical
evidence to back up Seven's claim.

I will talk to Kovin. Dismissed.

This is offensive and absurd!
She's obviously lying.

Why would she do that?

Maybe you can answer that.

She attacks me
then invents these ridiculous stories,

and you try to place the blame on me.

- Is this negotiation?
- I have no hidden agenda.

- I'm trying to clarify what happened.
- I told you.

We went to adjust
the guidance system on the rifle.

- And that took two hours?
- She insisted on absolute precision.

We've confirmed that she was exposed
to an intense thoron discharge.

She was, after the rifle's power cell
overloaded. We reported the accident.

She now remembers
that you fired at her deliberately.

That's preposterous.

The blast could have
rendered her unconscious.

It didn't. We were startled for a moment,
and after I apologised for the accident

she asked if I had a dermal regenerator,
which I did.

I used it on her arm,
the one with the implants.

- Which you recognised as Borg.
- I knew she'd been a Borg. She told me.

Did you ever express curiosity
in that technology, or try to examine it?

No.

You never considered the potential
value it might have as a weapon?

Is that what you think I've done?

Borg technology can be dangerous.

If you've taken even a single nanoprobe,
I heed to know.

I haven't taken anything.

I'd like to examine your laboratory
to be sure.

No. This has already gone too far.

Then I'll have to contact the authorities.
Maybe they'll help.

Are you willing to risk our agreement

all on the basis
of one crew member's delusions?

Yes. Now, are you going to cooperate
with our investigation?

I don't seem to have much choice.

So the power cell overloaded as the
result of a faulty oscillator adjustment?

That's right.

Can you describe in more detail
how that occurred?

I was polarising the emitter matrix.

I must have tuned
the induction frequency too high.

Were you unfamiliar
with that procedure?

I have done it 100 times.
It was a mistake.

- How many times must I apologise?
- I am not seeking remorse.

Then what do you want?
Are you trying to catch me in a lie?

Trick me into confessing? You can't.
There's nothing for me to confess.

I haven't done anything wrong.

One of our crew members
claims that you have.

Your crew member, Seven of Nine.
She's very fortunate.

How so?

She has an entire crew leaping
to her defence. I have no one.

The Entharan representative
will be here.

You mean the magistrate?
He won't help me.

He's more interested in protecting
relations with people like you.

Surely he'll want to know the truth.
That's all we're seeking.

You don't understand. On my world,
we depend on trade with alien species.

There are strict protocols
about those relationships.

Even being accused
of violating them is an offence.

You will have the opportunity
to refute any charges.

It won't matter. Once they're made,
the damage is done.

I won't be trusted any longer.
I'll be ruined.

Please, I never hurt your crew member.

Don't do this.

I'm afraid I have no choice.

But I assure you, our investigation will
be conducted in an impartial manner.

You strike me as a man of your word.

If you tell me I won't be prejudged,
then I believe you.

- How are you feeling?
- I am undamaged.

But how do you feel?

Seven, your physical scars have healed,

but you'll have to deal with
the psychological effects.

- For what purpose?
- In order to heal.

Kovin attacked you,
violated your rights as an individual.

It's important that you recognise that,

so you can understand any hostility
you might be feeling.

Resentment is a human trait.

It has no structure, no function.
I want no part of it.

You have to accept
that your human feelings exist

and that suppressing them
can damage you.

If I am not aware of these feelings,
how can I express them?

Let me ask you this.

What would have happened

if Kovin had tried to take
Borg technology from the collective?

- He would have been assimilated.
- Which is why he chose you.

He could get what he wanted
without running any risks.

It was my individuality
which made me vulnerable.

Exactly. He violated that individuality.

What he did is an affront to everything
you are, Borg and human.

- It was the act of a coward.
- Yes!

Someone who was willing
to use you in the cruellest way,

so that he could create new weapons
and sell them.

I believe I'm beginning to experience
anger. Anger toward Kovin.

Good. That's a perfectly healthy,
normal response.

And when Kovin gets what he deserves,
you're going to feel much better.

Right this way, Magistrate.
My laboratory.

There are no examination tables.

- Just work benches.
- Is this the entire facility?

Yes.

We should scan for signs that the room
may have been altered recently.

Seven described
instruments similar to these.

Of course she did. She was here.

She said a device like this was used
to remove her optic implant.

That's a micro-calliper.

I used it to remove the casings
over the guidance system on the rifle.

- Isn't this an electro-dynamic probe?
- Yes.

It has a mono-filament stimulator.

Could it manipulate
neuro-transmitter levels?

- Not as it is.
- But with proper modifications?

I could reconfigure your combadge
to manipulate neuro-transmitters.

- What's your point?
- I believe you've just made it.

There is cellular residue
on many of these instruments.

It matches Seven's genome.

I'd like to take these tools
back to Voyager

to run more conclusive scans.

Take whatever you need.

Doctor, there are Borg nanoprobes
on the surface of this table.

I'll just collect a sample.

That's where her arm was hit
when the rifle overloaded.

The pattern is consistent
with a dermal rupture.

These nanoprobes
were recently regenerated.

If this were residue from Seven's injury,
the nanoprobes would be dormant.

But these have been activated
in a very specific pattern.

I have seen enough.

Kovin, there is sufficient evidence to
detain you pending official proceedings.

No. Please. No.

- Stay where you are.
- Kovin, don't.

I trusted you. You said it would be
an impartial investigation.

But you're all determined
to find what you want to find.

I'm not going to let this happen.

- Tuvok to Voyager.
- Janeway here.

Mr Kovin has transported away.

- Can you track his present position?
- Stand by.

There's a transporter signature
300kms above the surface.

A ship is powering its engines
at those coordinates.

- Do you want us to follow him?
- Yes, but I'd like to join you.

Very well. We'll beam you aboard.
Stand by.

Kovin's ship
is on a heading of 18, mark 25.

Set an intercept course.
Get ready to lock on a tractor beam.

He's only at half impulse.
He may not have warp engines.

We're at 9,000kms and closing.

I'm engaging the tractor beam.

I can't find him. All of my sensor
readings have disappeared.

A photonic pulse took them off-line.

We'll have to reinitialise
the entire sensor array.

Our investigation's suddenly
turned into a manhunt.

He's got something to hide.

Until we find out what that is,
we can't risk letting him go.

Captain's log, stardate 51679.4.

We've detected the warp signature
from Kovin's ship and are in pursuit.

Tuvok and I have been
examining Kovin's tools.

This isn't getting us anywhere.

Seven's residue
is on every one of these,

but it would be if she handled them.

My examination of the rifle
is equally inconclusive.

It may have overloaded accidentally,
or not.

I'm getting a bad feeling
about this, Tuvok.

We aren't finding anything
that implicates Kovin.

I told him our investigation would
be impartial. I believe it has been.

It has, but I'll admit I had
some preconceptions about him.

They may have influenced
my judgment.

The strongest evidence so far
is the nanoprobes the Doctor found.

They were regenerated. That suggests
that Kovin was experimenting with them.

We don't know much about nanoprobes
and Borg physiology.

It might be worth simulating the effect
of the rifle blast on Seven's arm

and see what happens
to the nanoprobes.

Maybe that'll give us some answers.

Is this really necessary?
She's suffered enough trauma already.

We don't want to accuse
an innocent man.

We have to find concrete evidence.

He is not an innocent man.
I know what he did to me.

But we must have proof and
this experiment may provide us with it.

We've configured this to simulate
the energy of a thoron blast.

We'll examine the effects
on your skin tissue.

- It won't be painful.
- I am not afraid. I am angry.

I know. Try to be patient.
We may have some answers soon.

All right, let's see what we've got.

I think you'd better take a look.

What do you see?

The nanoprobes are regenerating in
the same way as in Kovin's laboratory.

It is a spontaneous response

caused by the energy
released from the weapon.

It doesn't matter. Kovin is guilty.

Seven, there's no doubt in my mind
that you believe what you're saying.

But is it possible

that the memories you and the Doctor
recovered aren't accurate?

How could that be?

With the Borg, you were subjected
to invasive medical procedures.

You witnessed other victims
being assimilated.

Could that be what you're remembering?

You know that's not right. Tell them.

Everything suggested
that you were a victim.

Your extreme response to Kovin,
your fear when I was examining you.

Something prompted that,

and I believed it was a memory
of your ordeal with Kovin.

That is what it was.

But if I'm to be impartial,
I have to acknowledge

that your neurology
is still a mystery to me.

I can't be certain
what triggered those memories

and we can't ignore the fact that
this evidence supports Kovin's story,

and not yours.

You helped me to understand what
happened and now you're denying it.

Seven, we have to do what's right.

We have to find Kovin
and tell him what we've learned.

The Doctor told me I would feel better
when Kovin gets what he deserves.

I want him to be punished.
I won't settle for anything less.

- Mr Paris?
- He's in range.

Visual. Hail him.

- No response. He's charging weapons.
- Open a channel, all frequencies.

Mr Kovin, this is Captain Janeway.

We've made a mistake in accusing you.

We only want to correct the situation.
Stand down your weapons.

He's responding.

Stop your pursuit.
I can damage your ship.

- We won't take you by force.
- Then let me go.

Kovin, the proceedings
must be resolved.

This is a trap.

We have information
that supports your story.

- I don't believe you.
- We've re-examined the evidence.

The nanoprobes led us
to the wrong conclusion.

We know now that your thoron rifle
did overload. Please.

He's firing a spread of photon pulses.

- Shields down to 82%.
- Back off. Give him breathing room.

He's heading right for us.

- Direct hit to the power grid.
- He's going to destroy your vessel.

He's come under enough fire already.
Beam him off his ship.

- I can't get a lock.
- Keep trying.

- Shields are down.
- All power to his photonic emitters.

Disable his ship!

No! Evasive manoeuvres,
hard to port, full thrusters.

I've almost got a lock on him.

He's charging weapons.
His emitters are overloading.

His systems are destabilising.

Open a channel.
Shut down your scattering field.

Let us beam you aboard.

- Kovin!
- He's firing.

Harry.

I can't find anything to lock onto.

There's nothing more
we could have done.

Stand down Red Alert.

Set a course
back to the Entharan Colony.

Chief medical officer's log,
stardate 51658.2.

I've spent the past three days being
cross-examined by the authorities.

But the matter is finally resolved.

- Doctor.
- Yes.

- I'm here for my weekly maintenance.
- Of course.

This way, please.

Metabolic rate is stable.

Electro-optic implant is aligned.

Your blood pressure is slightly off,
but within tolerance.

You're in perfect health.
See you next week.

- I do not feel perfect.
- What do you mean?

I am preoccupied by Kovin's death.

Join the club. It's all I can think about.

As a Borg, I was responsible for
the death of millions and I felt nothing.

But now I regret the destruction
of this single being.

It's called remorse, Seven. It comes
into play when you make a mistake...

...and you feel guilt
about what you've done.

Another new emotion
for you to experience.

I do not enjoy remorse
any more than I enjoyed anger.

- Will the feeling subside?
- Yes, but not quickly.

- I would rather not have to wait.
- You don't have much choice.

But maybe I do.

I've isolated the algorithms

responsible for my desire to expand
beyond my original programming.

- I want to delete them.
- Why?

It was my urge to experiment,

my infatuation with improving myself,
that led to this tragedy.

I fancied myself a psychologist,
a ship's counsellor.

But I wasn't prepared
for such a responsibility.

In my enthusiasm to help Seven of Nine,
I lost my medical objectivity.

I became self-righteous.
I didn't stop to think for one second

that I might be wrong.

That mustn't happen again.

You want to go back to the state you
were in when we first activated you?

I'll still be capable
of treating all medical conditions,

but without the risk
of overstepping my bounds.

- It's for the best, Captain.
- I'm not so sure.

This crew has benefited greatly from
your improvements over the years.

Request denied. I won't turn back
the clock because of one mistake.

No matter how serious.

And no matter how you might feel.

I'm a physician. I'm supposed
to preserve life, not destroy it.

I can't live with the thought
that I might do it again.

With any luck, that knowledge
will prevent it from happening again.

We all rallied around Seven, Doctor,
myself included.

I wanted her to know
she was part of this family,

that we would support her, fight for her.

We let our good intentions blind us.

We all bear responsibility
for Kovin's death.

And we all have to live with it.

But to delete that burden would be
the last thing any of us should do.

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