Star Trek: Voyager (1995–2001): Season 6, Episode 22 - Muse - full transcript

Captain's log, stardate 53896.

B'Elanna Torres
has requested permission

to take the Delta Flyer
and search for dilithium.

Shining Voyager, far from home,

far from the gleaming cities of Earth.

Headstrong B'Elanna Torres
and young Harry Kim

speed away from Voyager on the
Delta Flyer in search of their treasures.

The sea is rough.

- Maybe we should return.
- I know what I'm doing.

A wave as high as a mountain

struck the Delta Flyer.



- Get into the escape pod.
- We die together.

No one is going to die. Go.

Young Harry Kim left her side

and B'Elanna Torres
was thrown against the rocks.

The rocks of our very shore.

Which is where I, Kelis the poet,
found her.

Broken, dying.

She told me her story

and now I've told you.

An excellent conceit,
that you discovered her yourself.

But now that B'Elanna Torres has come
to our shore, what will happen?

Does Captain Janeway search for her
or give her up for lost?

- Who can say?
- I would hope that you can.

I want to see more
of these Voyager Eternals.



- Inspiration can't be forced.
- One week.

Or three weeks, maybe two.

One week. The story will continue.

Have you noticed how thin
my performers have gotten?

Let them eat this.

Ladies and gentlemen,
our patron salutes you.

Finally.

We're doing another Voyager play.

As soon as I can write it.

- Shall we celebrate?
- I have very little time.

Celebrating will have to wait.

- Who are you?
- Kelis. Kelis the poet.

Your servant.

My servant?

Then let me go.

- I... can't.
- Why not?

You'll fly from me,

the way inspiration always does.

- You're trying to kill me.
- I'm releasing the heat from your veins.

What are you talking about?

You've been in a fever.
Bleeding is the best way to treat it.

I can see I'm in good hands.

Something tells me you have doubts.

There's a medkit over there.

A box, made out of metal.

There's a small cylinder inside.

Bring it here.

Give it to me.

Don't be afraid. It won't hurt you.

Here.

Pass it over where you cut me.

You're an Eternal.

Such things are to be expected.

What else is expected from an Eternal?

The power to make the sky fall.

All the strange events

sung by the ancient poets.

No poet has sung about your clan.

- I'm the first.
- My clan?

The Eternals on Voyager.

Shining Voyager, far from home.

How do you know about that?

Delta Flyer log, stardate 53918.

We are continuing to the fourth planet.

Sensors have picked up
natural dilithium deposits.

Has your warp core been damaged?

Yes. We're running on thrusters.
Can you track our position?

How long have I been here?

Eight days. I was walking
through these mountains.

I saw a light burn across the sky
and I heard a terrible sound.

When I arrived, I found you.

- I treated your wounds.
- And tied me to this chair.

When a gift falls from the heavens,
only a fool would let her go.

You've already given me one play.
The story told by those voices.

I pieced them together,
tried to fill in the gaps.

You made a play out of our logs?

"The Away Mission Of B'Elanna Torres".

- My patron was impressed.
- He has great taste.

Now take that knife and cut me free.

- That would be unwise.
- Why?

My patron is intrigued by the Voyager
Eternals. He wants another play.

To compose that I need more... details.

- And you expect to get them from me?
- I did save your life.

I need to get back to Voyager.

I need another play.

- What do you want to know?
- Everything.

Impossible. We Eternals have our rules.
We can't just give everything away.

- How did you get lost?
- Cut me free and I'll tell you.

- You won't leave me?
- Cut me free.

You're the one who's leaving.

Don't come back.

Bring the subspace transmitter on-line.

- Unable to comply.
- Why not?

Insufficient power.

- Great. Now there's no power.
- Are you hungry?

- I told you not to come back.
- You haven't eaten in days.

We have to support each other,
we poets.

I'm an engineer.

I fix things.

From the looks of it,
you're not doing so well.

Are you a poet or a critic?

Tell me about Earth.

- I have to sing for my supper?
- We all do.

In one way or another.

Earth.

It's a...

an island.

A beautiful island, blue and green.

- And Voyager? A great ship?
- In a long line of great ships.

- How did Voyager get lost?
- The Caretaker.

- An Eternal?
- Yes, you could say that.

He caused a storm
which blew us off course.

- Tom Paris. Are you in love with him?
- Supper is over.

Come with me.

This is where we put all the names
when our heads won't hold any more.

- A memory.
- Exactly.

Tell me,
have you ever seen this before?

- Winter's tears.
- Can you get me some?

- This is... dilithium, isn't it?
- Where can I find it?

The only deposit I know of
is on the grounds of my patron.

Maybe I'm more powerful than he is.

Maybe I'm more powerful than he is.

Perhaps. But if he caught you, he'd force
you to fight against his enemies.

They're constantly at each other's
throats, bickering over territory,

starting wars when they can be
guaranteed good weather.

And we suffer the consequences.
You don't want to get involved with them.

- So you're going to get the dilithium.
- I'd be executed if I'm caught.

The dilithium.

Or I don't say another word
about shining Voyager, far from home.

Did you...?

Don't get caught.

Well?

Beautiful.

I've got an idea for your next play.

I've been visited by Inspiration herself.
How does this sound?

"The Rescue of B'Elanna Torres".
Right here, in one week.

- One week?
- Let's get to work.

- Dismissed.
- Mr Paris, try to stay calm.

Isn't there anything else we can do?

- Not until something shows on sensors.
- I'll take a shuttle out myself.

- An inefficient plan.
- And too dangerous.

You could be hit by the eddies
that sent the Flyer off course.

We need to concentrate our efforts
from here, Tom. All right?

Dismissed.

Steady-armed Paris,
bound by a sleep that brings no rest.

The door opens. The shadow
of a woman falls on the helmsman.

His eyes open.

Seven of Nine,
did you find B'Elanna Torres?

- I'm sorry to disappoint you.
- Closer.

Closer.

Unpleasant news delivered
by the most pleasing of messengers.

No, no, no, no.

Seven of Nine is a Borg,
the scourge of the Eternals.

You're portraying her like a shy bride
on her wedding night. Once more.

Seven of Nine,
did you find B'Elanna Torres?

I am sorry to disappoint you.

I can't blame my performers.
The Eternals are difficult to understand.

Will you stop walking around?

This Tuvok. He's not like anybody
I've ever met. No emotions?

- How is that possible?
- It just is.

- It worked?
- It worked.

OK. Computer,
bring subspace transmitter on-line.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

The transmitter must have been
weakened in the crash.

- These Vulcans...
- Enough!

What kind of metallurgic technology
do you people have?

Alloys. Which ones can you make?
Steel, bronze?

Bronze, all right.
I need a plate of metal this big.

Three parts tin, five bronze.
One side coated with gold.

- Gold is expensive.
- Then you're going into debt.

- Then tell me about the Vulcans.
- Get me the plate and I'll tell you.

Everyone's asleep.
I'll do it in the morning.

Vulcans?

Maybe I've miscounted,
but I don't think you've slept in ten days.

Your count is accurate.

Don't you think you should go to bed?

As a Vulcan, I can function without sleep
for more than two weeks.

But there's a point of diminishing returns,
when your mind starts to play tricks.

My mind, Mr Neelix, does not play tricks.

This ship is lonely without them, isn't it?

If you would allow me to continue
my sensor analysis,

I might be able to locate them.

If there's anything else you need.

A stronger tea, perhaps.

When a friend is lost,
the mind is split in half.

Divided between memory of the past
and fear of the future.

Harry Kim, Ensign.

Only a boy when fate took you
from the arms of blue, green Earth.

B'Elanna Torres,
half Klingon, half human.

- I am honoured to call you...
- What are you doing?

- Is that a tear?
- Yes.

Logical Tuvok doesn't cry.
That's why they call him logical.

- Everybody cries.
- Vulcan has no laughter and no tears.

It is a very quiet place, calm.
Just like Tuvok.

- I can't believe that.
- You don't have to. Just don't cry.

The audience won't believe it.

They'll think Tuvok is an unfeeling
monster or I'm a bad performer.

They'll realise that beneath your exterior
is a heart that's breaking,

in more pain than we can understand
because that's what it is to be Vulcan.

- Try it again.
- Kelis!

What's wrong?

Our patron has been insulted
by his enemy to the north.

- The armouries are open.
- Has a battlefield been chosen?

Not yet.

Then we have a chance.

- I need your help.
- I've given you enough help.

Where's that piece of metal?

Not bad.

My patron's been angered
by a neighbouring state.

He'll want revenge. It could lead to war.

We Eternals aren't supposed
to take sides.

I'm not asking you to fight.
I need a way to change his mind.

- I don't have that kind of magical power.
- Yes, you do.

I believe the right kind of play
can turn the mind from violent thoughts.

The perfect play might even stop a war.

I can't fix the transmitter with this.

There's too many impurities.
It'll never carry a plasma charge.

If the fighting starts, scouts will start
moving through these mountains.

You'll be discovered.

But my play,
it could stop it from happening.

- You have to help me.
- There's nothing I can do.

Come with me.
I'll show you what I've done so far.

It's our only chance.

She's a poet from across the eastern
sea, an expert on the Voyager Eternals.

She's devoted her life to them.
She's here to help.

"The Rescue of B'Elanna Torres".

We begin with Harry Kim
reaching Voyager in the escape pod.

He tells Captain Janeway
that B'Elanna Torres is lost.

We continue to the point where
they discover a piece of the Delta Flyer.

After that...

They search for B'Elanna Torres,
B'Elanna Torres is found.

- Or not found.
- Or not found.

The end.
Sounds pretty straightforward to me.

That's exactly the problem.
Where's the mistaken identity?

The discovery?
The sudden reversal?

Mistaken identity -
a character who is someone else.

Discovery - the moment
when that identity is revealed.

Reversal - a situation that turns
from good to bad in a blink of an eye.

Find the truth of your story

and you won't need all those tricks.

I don't know how things are done
across the eastern sea,

but here poets have become lazy.

They rely on manipulation
to move their audience.

It wasn't always that way.
Welcome.

Thank you.

The truth of my story.
It's an old-fashioned idea.

Today, audiences want excitement,
passion.

Let me show you what I've done
with Captain Janeway and Chakotay.

Let's make a good impression
on our visitor.

Chakotay,

why must I be denied what every other
female officer on this ship can have?

Captain?

The privilege... of your touch.

Come in.

If that was good news, you'd be smiling.

I was just contacted
by an alien vessel.

They picked up
the Delta Flyer's distress call.

The primary controls are off-line.
I've ordered Harry to eject.

I'm setting course for an L-Class planet.
I'll try to maintain contact.

They couldn't get a fix on her position.
That was ten days ago.

B'Elanna ordered Harry into a pod.
What's the longest he could survive?

Less than ten days.

- An L-Class planet.
- I've narrowed the search parameters.

If B'Elanna made it there,
it's possible Harry did, too.

Good night, Commander.

Captain.

We'll have a final rehearsal
in the morning.

The last Tuvok scene
doesn't make sense to me

and we still don't have an ending.

I've got the rest of the night to work
on it. Maybe you can get some sleep.

- What did you think?
- Captain Janeway kissing Chakotay?

Tom Paris kissing Seven of Nine?

- I don't see the point.
- Anger is like fire.

Love can be the rain that extinguishes it.

My patron is filled with hatred,
so our play should be filled with love.

You can't change somebody's way of life
with a few lines of dialogue.

Yes, you can.
It's been done before.

Do you know what this place used to be
100 years ago?

A temple and this was the altar stone.

Every year, a victim would be sacrificed
on it in honour of winter.

Then one year, nobody remembers
exactly when or why,

a play took the place of the ritual

and no one had to die here again.

Why can't my play
take the place of a war?

You're going to have to do better than
Harry Kim kissing the Delaney sisters.

Why?

Because when you think
that you are surrounded by enemies,

when you're up against the Borg
or Species 8472,

the last thing on your mind is romance.

You're an Eternal.
You have to help me.

I'm sorry, Kelis.

The Borg.

Tell me more about them.

They're soldiers, part of a vast army.

They all think the same thoughts

and they travel on ships
that look like hives.

- Like insect colonies.
- They even have a queen.

That sounds terrifying.

Captain Janeway
hasn't been able to destroy them.

She is a Starfleet officer,

trained to avoid violence
whenever possible.

She would make peace
with the Borg if she could.

This is what I need. An enemy.

Someone to stand in the way
of Voyager finding B'Elanna Torres.

Captain Janeway must seek out
the queen of the Borg.

The audience thinks she plans
to destroy them all, but...

- Goon.
- The sudden reversal.

Janeway, her spear at the queen's
throat, throws her weapon aside,

as she argues passionately
to put an end to their conflict

in words... no one will fail to understand.

Including your patron?

It's much better than all that kissing.

Stay and help me.
I still need an ending.

You'll figure something out.

B'Elanna Torres dies tragically.

You wouldn't dare.

I followed you here
expecting to find a love nest.

It's quite a nest.

You're no poet from across the sea.
You're an Eternal.

- Maybe even B'Elanna Torres herself.
- Don't be ridiculous.

All he thinks about is you.

We're collaborators, that's all.

If you come to the performance
tomorrow night, I'll expose you.

Just leave us alone.

Fix your ship and go. Please.

Friend of yours?

Harry?

- Give me a hand.
- Here. How?

I ran into turbulence in the escape pod.
Decided to follow your ion trail.

- Landed 200 kilometres from here.
- You walked?

At night. I tracked your position
and tried to stay hidden during the day.

I've got some emergency rations left,

a phaser and the escape pod's
transmitter, which I didn't...

Harry Kim saves the day.

Just the ending I was looking for.

The final moment, the last scene.

More important than anything
that's gone before.

But what is it?

- Where is she?
- Probably halfway across the sea.

She'll be here.

You said we'd have an ending
by mid-morning.

- We won't have time to learn it.
- It'll come to me.

Don't worry.

- Want to give it a try?
- Why not?

The 38th time might be the charm.

- It's working.
- The subspace transmitter is on-line.

Why don't you do the honours?

Voyager, this is the Delta Flyer.

Our patron has arrived.

- He's not in a very good mood.
- He will be.

- Not if this is any indication.
- This is no way to end a play.

It doesn't make sense.

It'll have to. Go, go.

Who are the enemies
of Voyager? The Borg.

You know where the ridge ends
below the peak? Run there.

You'll find a vessel
wrecked against the rocks.

Go inside and give this to our friend.
Don't be frightened. Go.

Tuvok.

- Tuvok!
- As you were.

- Bridge to Chakotay.
- Go ahead.

- Request permission to be relieved.
- Understood. I'll be right there.

A subspace transmission.

- Starfleet frequency.
- It's a little rough. Hang on.

Harry and I are all right.

We're on an L-Class planet.
Propulsion is down.

- Origin?
- 5.2 light years.

F-type star. Looks like the fourth planet.

Lay in a course. Maximum warp.

Seven of Nine,
the Delta Flyer has been found

in pieces on a rocky shore.

- And B'Elanna Torres?
- No sign of her.

You are my eyes and my ears.
If anyone can find her, it is you.

Her eyes and her ears.

And the viper in her nest.

I, Seven of Nine, have no intention
of finding B'Elanna Torres.

I, Seven of Nine, am queen of the Borg.

Surprised? No one will be
more surprised than Janeway

when I take my revenge on Voyager.
Say nothing...

...or you, too, will be assimilated.

Captain, I will comply.

My enemies are everywhere,
without and within.

Seven of Nine is queen of the Borg.

Surprised?

So was I.

Tell her nothing
or I will lose my advantage...

...and my ship, as well.

- Are you OK?
- We're fine.

Good to hear it.
We'll see you soon.

Don't be afraid.

What is it?

"Without inspiration,

"B'Elanna Torres will perish."

He's threatening to kill off B'Elanna.

- As the climax to his play.
- Let him.

That means that he still can't figure out
the ending.

- Who cares?
- I do.

You're serious?

Harry, have you ever inspired anybody?

- That's a strange question.
- It's been a strange couple of weeks.

He needs me or he'll die on that stage.

- What are you talking about?
- The transporter is on-line.

- Tell the captain I'll be a little late.
- B'Elanna...

Wait for my signal.

My death is irrelevant.
You'll never see the cities of Earth.

- You will be assimilated.
- And if I let you live?

- Also irrelevant.
- You don't believe that.

The battle is over. Go home.

How foolish to let me go,
free to attack you again.

And again and again,

until all your drones
and all my crew are destroyed.

Until everything we value is gone
and there is nothing left

but our hatred.

This final scene will ruin everything.
We'll have to improvise.

- It's too late!
- No, it's not.

- I knew you'd come.
- And I told you not to.

Wait!

Let's go.

Finally,
Voyager has reached our shores.

And not a moment too soon.

Kelis the poet must say goodbye

as B'Elanna Torres
returns to the Eternals

in a dazzling blaze of light.

On a faraway show-covered peak...

No. Right here, before your eyes.

Wait! She's not from across
the eastern sea. She's an Eternal.

She's B'Elanna Torres! I saw her ship.

The lead actress,
in a fit of jealousy,

brands her rival an Eternal.

Our patron
rises to his feet to stop the play.

Nicely done.

I almost believed you.

Continue.

Stay.

Voyager needs me.

- So do I.
- No, you don't.

You have all that you need right here.

I'll be inspired...

...every time I think of you.

One to beam...

...to ascend to the heavens.

And so ends
"The Rescue Of B'Elanna Torres”,

half Klingon, half human.

B'Elanna Torres, chief engineer.

These stories will continue

for as long as we have the breath
to tell them.

And as long as our patrons remain wise

and compassionate.

And Voyager will continue on her journey
to the gleaming cities of Earth

where peace reigns

and hatred has no home.