Star Trek: Voyager (1995–2001): Season 7, Episode 3 - Drive - full transcript

What's the matter, Harry?
You look a little pale.

I volunteered for a test flight,
not a suicide mission.

How can we put the new
Delta Flyer through her paces

without taking a few risks?

Another risk like that,

and we'll have
to rebuild her all over again.

There's a vessel coming up fast
off our starboard beam.

Shields.

Range: 50 kilometers.

Ten.

It's pulling alongside.



Wow, nice ship.

It's scanning us.

This is Lieutenant Tom Paris.

Please identify yourself.

Vectored exhaust ports,
accelerated driver coils.

Your vessel must be fast.

Gets us where we want to go.

Check your scanners.

You'll see a comet

on the other side
of the asteroid field.

I wonder which of our ships
could get there first.

Sounds like a challenge.

Are you going to accept?

We are not going to race her.



This is a test flight, right?

Yeah, but...

What better way to test
the new ship than to see

how it stands up
to a little competition.

We're ready over here.

Should I count to three?

Guess not.

She's a lot more
maneuverable than we are.

Not that I'm endorsing

this misguided exercise,
but maybe we can even the odds.

The new impulse thrusters.

Ah, now, that's the spirit,
Harry.

We're catching up.

100 meters.

Fifty.

Bring the backup generators
on line

and reroute power
to the thrusters.

And it's the Delta Flyer
by a nose.

Something's wrong with her ship.

The cabin's filling up
with nyocene gas.

Stand by
for emergency transport.

You all right?

I think so.

I told you
this wasn't a good idea.

Oh, does that mean
you're afraid to try again?

Yeah, Harry?

You afraid?

No. Of course not.

It's just... your ship
is in no shape for a rematch.

My power transformer overloaded.

I bet we could find you
a spare back on Voyager.

We were about to head back
anyway.

Right, Tom?

Yeah, whatever you say,
Ensign Eager.

I've been looking forward
to my holodeck time all week.

Why can't you borrow three hours
from someone else?

Yours are the last piece
to the puzzle.

Tom and I have finally managed
to get a weekend off together.

I've been trading favors
with members of the crew,

so that we could get
the holodeck to ourselves.

A romantic getaway?

Well, that's the idea, yes.

Well, ordinarily I wouldn't
hesitate to oblige.

But I've been looking forward

to indulging myself
in a new hobby.

Something human doctors
have been enjoying

for centuries.

I've already booked a tee time.

Well, if your "tee time"

is more important
than our happiness--

our first chance
to be alone in months...

Fine.

Take my three hours.

Thank you.

So what program
are you planning to run?

Something new called Gedi Prime.

I've heard of that.

The vacation paradise

that makes Risa look
like a tourist trap.

Endless kilometers

of crystalline beaches,
mood reefs,

bioluminescent waterfalls...

And a championship golf course,
if I'm not mistaken.

Why don't I just join you?

Somehow, I don't think
that would add to the mood.

Don't be so sure.

You haven't seen me
in a bathing suit.

Could you hand me
the veridium injector?

Veridium injector.

Uh... let's see.

The one with the long handle.

Of course.

Comfortable.

My copilot thinks so, too.

Copilot?

I was on my way to meet him
when I ran into you.

So, tell me more
about where you're from.

It's a small trinary system
about half a parsec from here.

Three suns-- it must make
for some long days.

Are you always this inquisitive?

That depends
on who I'm talking to.

Your new power transformer
is installed and ready to go.

Thanks.

And your impulse drive
is a real beauty.

I designed it myself.

But I couldn't help noticing

your warp system
seems so... rudimentary.

Warp's fine, if you like
going fast in a straight line.

But, to me, that's just physics,
not flying.

I guess it's a matter of taste.

Anyway, for the kind of flying
I'm here for,

warp is not a factor.

The race course is only
two billion kilometers long.

Race course?

What kind of race course?

The Antarian
Trans-Stellar Rally--

three segments covering
2.3 billion kilometers.

With obstacles ranging
from dwarf star clusters

to K-class anomalies.

Two-man crews,
and most importantly

each ship is limited
to sublight speeds.

It, it's the ultimate test

of ship design
and piloting skills.

Not to mention a serious drain
on Voyager's resources.

You're suggesting
we reassign 15 crewmen

to "modify" the Delta Flyer?.

The race has very
specific guidelines.

All the ships have to use
enriched deuterium fuel.

The Delta Flyer's not
equipped for that.

lrina agreed to lend us
a fuel converter.

Captain, this race

is more than just
a sporting event.

Until recently,
this region was a war zone.

Four different species fought

for nearly a century
to control it.

Now, for the first time,
they're competing peacefully

to commemorate the new treaty
that ended the war.

This race embodies everything
the Federation values--

a peaceful coexistence,

free exchange of ideas.

I think it's a great idea.

-You do?
-You do?

Absolutely.

This competition is just
the sort of break we need.

It would give us a chance
to make some friends

and allow the crew a little R&R.

Request granted.

Thank you, Captain.

One thing, gentlemen.

Now that we're in this race,

we're in it to win.

After all, Starfleet's honor
is at stake.

Don't worry.

It's in good hands.

A little tip, Doc.

This game was not meant
to be played indoors.

Here to rub salt in the wound?

I beg your pardon?

I planned to be putting
the greens at St. Andrews.

Instead... I'm putting
into beakers in Sick Bay,

thanks to you.

Me?

Oh, don't be coy.

I've already approved
your time off.

The Captain's told you
about the race already?

What race?

I was referring
to your romantic getaway.

Oh, no.

Don't tell me you forgot.

Uh, do me a favor, Doc.

Keep a lock on my bio-signs.

What for?

Because in about five minutes,

there may be a medical emergency
in Engineering.

Hmm. Maybe I can get
that tee time back.

Hi.

You're early.

You packed?

Not yet.

Um... actually...

there might be a little problem.

Problem?

I have a chance
to pilot the Flyer in a race--

uh, a really unique race--

and the Captain thinks
it's a great idea...

So, I guess I got so excited
that I forgot about our plans.

But I-I don't have to do it.

The Captain would understand.

It's all right.

No, no,
I should have remembered.

It's just that this seemed like
such an amazing opportunity.

Pilots from all over...

I said it's okay.

Really?

The holodeck
will always be here.

This race won't.

I do not deserve you.

You're right about that.

So, um, we'll plan this vacation
for another time.

Sure.

I-I'm going
to make this up to you.

I promise.

Late night?

Can I get you anything?

No, thanks.

Are you okay?

Oh, my feet. Ah.

I haven't had a chance
to sit down all day.

If you're thinking
of cheering me up,

don't bother.

Hmm. Who, me? Never.

And by the way,

you can have
your holodeck time back.

What about your weekend
with Tom?

He just canceled it.

Does he have any idea
how much planning it took?

No.

And you're not going
to tell him, either.

He just entered this big race,

and he's really excited, and...

I don't want
to spoil it for him.

Well, I'm sure if you tell him

how important
this weekend was to you,

he'll reconsider.

Probably.

But he should be able
to do what makes him happy.

What about what makes you happy?

It's time I faced facts,
Neelix.

Tom and I just don't
belong together.

Then you're not in love
with him anymore?

I didn't say that.

But, B'Elanna, if you still
love each other...

Maybe that isn't enough.

Call me a hopeless romantic,

but I still think it is.

Yeah, well,
there's a Klingon phrase

that my grandmother
used to use-- mok'tah.

It means "bad match."

That's what Tom and I are.

I just hate
that it's taken me three years

to realize it.

If you're really such a mok'tah,

it must have been
an awful three years.

No.

Tom is a great guy.

We've had a lot of fun together.

And that seems to be
enough for him.

But not for me.

Why aren't you saying
all this to Tom?

I plan to.

After the race.

By which time, he'll already
have disappointed you again.

I may not know as much
about Klingon tradition

as your grandmother,

but somehow,
keeping Tom in the dark

doesn't seem very honorable.

My feet are feeling better.

I should go back to work.

Captain's Log,
Stardate 54058.6.

Our request to enter
the Delta Flyer into the rally

has been accepted.

I'm meeting with the race
coordinator, Ambassador O'Zaal,

to work out the details.

We have teams
that have traveled

quite a distance, Captain,

but none from as far
as the Alpha Quadrant.

We're always willing to go
that extra light-year

for a good cause.

Well, your, uh,
entrance petition

seems to be in order.

The Delta Flyer
meets our guidelines.

Now all you have to do is win.

Something tells me

the other teams aren't going
to make that too easy.

Bridge to the Captain.

Go ahead, Commander.

There is
an incoming transmission

for the Ambassador.

Route it here.

I asked not to be disturbed.

I'm sorry, but the Aksani
are threatening to withdraw

unless they're allowed to host
the post-race ceremony.

Did you explain that

we've already promised
that to the Chessu?

Yes. They said
that was... unacceptable.

Arrange for another meeting.

I'll have to find
some way of appeasing them.

Well, I hope the race
you just entered

doesn't end before it begins.

It's that serious?

The peace is still very fragile.

Every decision I make,
no matter how trivial,

is looked upon as symbolic.

So, every time
you make a concession

to one participant...

Another is offended, yes.

Maybe we can help.

That would be wonderful,
but how?

By providing neutral ground

for the pre and post-race
activities.

Since we've never taken
sides in your conflict,

you couldn't be accused
of showing favoritism.

If your racing skills
are as sharp

as your diplomatic instincts,

the other teams
won't have a chance.

There's someone
to watch out for.

What's his story?

His name is Assan.

He was a fighter pilot--

one of the most ruthless.

Uh, where you going?

A little personal
reconnaissance.

We are the hosts.

Lieutenant Tom Paris.

Welcome aboard.

Could I get you something?

A drink?
Something to eat?

Tour of the ship?

Were you assigned to serve me?

Um, not exactly.

Are we friends?

I guess not.

Then you must be one
of those pilots

who believes in the
fellowship of combat.

Correct me if I'm wrong,

but I thought this was
a friendly race, not a battle.

If that's what you believe,

then you've already lost.

Well... nice chatting with you.

Learn anything?

Yeah, I should leave
the hosting to Neelix.

Joxom.

Who?

My copilot.

lrina. Hi.

Well. Looks like
they're good friends.

They're teammates.

Mm.

Close...

personal teammates.

Oh, it was nice while it lasted.

Come on.

Seven, I need you
to run a diagnostic

on the lateral sensor array.

As soon as I'm finished.

With what?

Plotting the most
efficient course

for the first segment
of the rally.

Seems like the entire crew
has come down with race fever.

Perhaps you could
persuade the Doctor

to develop a vaccine.

I'm surprised you're
putting time into this.

Initially, I did find
the activity irrelevant,

but then I realized
that it's important

for the crew's morale

and for my relationship
with Lieutenant Paris.

Your relationship
with Lieutenant Paris?

I was speaking professionally.

I often work with him
on navigational problems.

He can be an erratic individual.

But he's also
a very competent officer

and clearly a skilled pilot.

It's the erratic individual
that takes getting used to.

No doubt.

But I've learned that if
I embrace some of his interests,

support him
in his personal goals,

we're able to function
more efficiently as crewmates.

Harry, where have you been?

Say Qapla'.

It means success.

I just wanted
to capture the moment,

not to mention that cute
bewildered expression.

What are you doing
in that flight suit?

There's been a change of plans.

I'm your new copilot.

Look, I don't have time
for practical jokes.

Neither do I.

Ready to bring
that impulse drive on line?

B'Elanna...

Okay, I was upset
that you canceled our weekend,

but then I realized--

why should we spend
this time apart

when we can be together
doing something you like?

What about Harry?

I assigned him to a level-5
diagnostic in Engineering.

Oh, that's terrible.

I'm just kidding.

I told him how hard it was
for us to get time together,

and he understood.

Anyway, the way I see it,

you're trading an Ensign
for a Chief Engineer.

Well, you don't have
to convince me.

I couldn't ask
for a better copilot.

Now just remember,
we're not on vacation.

The point is to win.

And you know how much
I hate to lose.

Thrusters on line.

Opening Shuttle Bay doors.

The racers are moving
into position.

Ambassador.

Welcome to the first running

of the Antarian
Trans-Stellar Rally.

This moment
marks a hopeful point

in our shared history--
a chance to put aside

old animosities,
and come together

in a spirit of peace
and friendly competition.

Good luck to all of you.

Prepare for the starting signal.

Captain, the honor is yours.

Mr. Tuvok.

Fire.

We passed two more ships,
three still ahead of us.

How's my impulse engine?

Hot, but stable, thanks
to the new fuel converter.

That was the Number 8 ship.

Assan.

Whoever it is just grazed
our shields.

Port thrusters are off-line.

Compensating.

Well, that was an old trick.

Back at the Academy
we used to call that "scraping."

Well, Assan just almost
scraped us out of the race.

How are we doing on time?

20 seconds to the third marker.

Assan's already rounding it,
thanks to his little tactic.

Well, it's a long race.

We'll catch him.

How's our team doing?

I announced the
Delta Flyer's progress

over the com 1 1 minutes ago.

In a race like this,
11 minutes can be an eternity!

The Delta Flyer is
in fourth position,

having completed
62 percent of the course.

The Aksani vessel is
in third position

having completed
68 percent of the course.

You don't make it sound
very exciting.

I'm relaying
the relevant information.

It's all in the delivery.

Do you mind?

Attention, all hands.

Stand by for a race update!

With only 58 million kilometers
left in the first segment,

the Aksani, Imhotep
and Terrellian ships

are still battling for the lead.

Wait. The Number 8 ship
just cut off the Number 3

in the Darla system.

Now 3's changing course.

Using the gravity
from a gas giant

to boost its speed, it's
making up for lost ground!

Sounds like quite a race.

Apparently, it's all
in the delivery.

So much for the Aksani.

Now it's just down
to lrina and Assan.

In a few minutes,

they'll just be echoes
in our aft scanners.

Well, we still got
the Mobius Inversion coming up.

The what?

Tell me you read
the course manual.

I skimmed it... more or less.

Oh, great.

So, what exactly is
this Mobius whatever?

Take a look.

Covers the entire last third
of the course.

Level-6 subspace distortions,
gravimetric shears.

Just think of it
as a little wormhole

with a big attitude.

The Terrellian and Imhotep ships
are still in the lead;

the Delta Flyer trailing
by a few seconds.

Meanwhile, the two Chessu ships
are continuing to advance

claiming fourth
and fifth position.

My weekly security report.

I'll read it later.

There are a few matters
we should discuss.

She said later, Tuvok.

Something's wrong.

They're disappearing.

Radiation
from the Mobius Inversion

is blocking our sensors.

How will we track
their progress?

We can't.
Not until they emerge

from the other side
of the anomaly.

Want to talk about
that report now, Tuvok?

Later, if that's permissible.

50 meters.

Forty.

We can get through.

No, they're too close
to each other.

I'm reversing
our deflector polarity.

It'll repel their shields.

Why wait for an opening
when you can make one?

No, it's too risky.

Too risky?

That doesn't sound
like the Tom Paris I know.

What are you doing?

Deploying auxiliary thrusters.

We'll need the extra maneuvering
power to get through the gap.

B'Elanna...

Just steer the ship.

It's them. It's the Delta Flyer.

They're in the lead!

They're pulling away!

We did it!

You should have waited.

I saw a chance and I too...

I'm the pilot.

That means I do the flying.

Attention all racers.
There's been an accident.

Stay in order
and shut down your engines.

Report.

His condition's stabilizing.

I should be able to start

dermal regeneration
in a few hours.

This was Assan's fault.

Why?

He collided with me
so many times

my shield generator overloaded.

Joxom's console exploded.

He's lucky he's alive.

If I'm guilty of anything,
it's of coming in second,

a situation I'll remedy
in the next leg.

You're doing a poor job
of defending yourself.

We may have had
something to do with this, too.

We grazed both of their shields
while in the anomaly.

Intentionally?

It was a tight course.

Everyone was flying
very aggressively.

Your team is not responsible,
Captain.

My generators were
already overloading

when they made contact.

Perhaps none of you
is to blame.

I found this interfaced

with her ship's
shield generator.

I ran an analysis.

It's a phase inverter,

designed to cause
a system overload.

Well, it's hard to believe

someone would go this far
just to knock a competitor

out of the race.

This may be more

than a simple case
of cheating, Captain.

I think someone's trying
to end the peace.

Maybe I'm missing something,

but we're talking
about a single act of sabotage.

How does that threaten
your treaty?

By itself, it wouldn't.

But we've received
several threats

of a more serious nature.

From whom?

Groups opposed to the alliance--

arms dealers, isolationists,
political extremists.

Up until now I wasn't sure
how seriously to take them.

Clearly, they pose
a security threat.

Yes, yes.

We've done everything
we could

to protect the racers,

but that may not be enough.

I don't want to risk
any more lives.

We should cancel the race

or at least postpone it,

until we can guarantee
everyone's safety.

No. If we stop now,

we'll be letting
these extremists win.

She's right.

Very well, then.

If that's the consensus,

we'll resume tomorrow
as scheduled.

Of course, Captain,

if you decide to withdraw,
we'd understand.

Well, the last time I checked,
I believe we were winning.

There you are.

Congratulations
on taking the lead.

Thanks.

Of course, uh, you're
not going to win.

Why is that?

Because we are.

You're looking
at your new copilot.

I checked with one
of the race officials.

It's perfectly legal

and it's a chance for both of us
to get back in the race.

I appreciate the gesture,
but my ship's damaged.

You don't know our Harry.

Once we sets his mind
on something...

He'll not only fix
your ship,

he'll polish the bulkheads.

How can you turn me down?

Apparently, I can't.

Come on, you can say it.

It's embarrassing.

I just want to make sure we're
clear on what we're doing.

"Right at the light,
then readjust my sight."

Meaning?

Come about 86 degrees
at the red giant

then recalibrate sensors

to compensate
for photonic interference.

Great. Next?

Do I really have to spend
my morning

reciting nursery rhymes?

It got me through the Academy.

You were expelled.

Okay, repeat after me.

"I am not the pilot.

I will not attempt
to fly this ship."

That one doesn't even rhyme.

Anyone home?

Well, if it isn't
our competition.

Here to spy on us?

I just stopped by to borrow
a hyperspanner.

Looks like you didn't
get much sleep.

lrina and I were up all night.

Oh, really?

Making repairs.

Uh-huh.

To be honest, I can't remember

the last time
I had so much fun.

She's funny, smart,

we get along without trying.

I'm going to ask her
if she wants

to spend some time
on Voyager after the race.

What about Joxom?

Turns out
they're just teammates.

I know what you're going to say.

No, no.

Actually, I was just
going to congratulate you.

I mean, she's not a Borg,
she's not a hologram

and she's not dead.

Looks like you might have
finally found yourself

the perfect woman.

All teams report to your ships.

The race will resume
in 30 minutes.

See you on the course.

Attention all hands.

Stand by
for another race update.

After fighting off
a formidable challenge

from the Terrellian team,

the Delta Flyer has managed
to hold onto its lead

going into the third
and final segment.

Approaching the pulsars.

"Straight through the gate."

"Then remodulate."

Harry sure had that glow,
didn't he?

What glow?

You know,

that look you get
when you first meet someone.

Yeah. His cheeks were
a little redder than usual.

We're through the pulsars.

Harry and lrina
are right behind us.

You can ease up
off the thrusters now.

I want to conserve some fuel
for the final leg.

If circumstances were right,

they might even have
a future together.

What?

Harry and lrina.

Oh, they just met.

It's a little early
to be planning a wedding.

No, I just meant that some
people just fit together

without having to work at it.

And other people,
no matter how much they try...

Are we talking about them or us?

What?

No, I didn't mean...

If something's bothering you,
let's talk about it.

We should concentrate
on the race.

Well, maybe Harry and lrina

aren't such a great team
after all.

They're falling behind.

I'm reading malfunctions
in the EPS relays,

but we double-checked
all of them last night.

We must have missed something.

At this rate, we're going
to be out of the race

in a couple of minutes.

I think I can reroute power
through the impulse manifold.

No.

Why not?

It could damage
the reactor coils.

What do the reactor coils
have to do

with the impulse manifolds?

These systems are different
than what you're used to.

You do want to win, don't you?

Of course I do.

It just seems like every time
I make a suggestion,

you find a reason to reject it.

I'm more familiar
with my ship than you are.

Now what?

I think it's the injector ports.

No, it's an overload
in my console.

That's the second time
your copilot's console exploded.

Quite a coincidence.

I'm sorry, Harry.

I really am.

You sabotaged your own ship--

twice.

Why are you trying so hard
to get out of this race?

What the hell is going on?

Sit down and hold still!

All right.

If you won't talk to me,

maybe you'll talk
to Antarian Security.

You disabled the com system.

We'll just wait.

Someone will come along
eventually.

We're past the last marker.

Time to deploy the thrusters?

Whatever you say.

What happened
to "I'm the pilot"?

That really bothered you,
didn't it?

It's why you think

we don't fit together
as well as Harry and lrina?

Could we talk about this later?

Assan is gaining on us.

Well, then, I guess you'd better
deploy the thrusters.

Thrusters deployed.

This isn't about the race
anymore, is it?

You tell me.

If we're going to just sit here,

we might as well see
who's winning.

You're not exactly in a position
to be making requests.

Admit it, Harry--
you're curious, too.

The Delta Flyer is still
in the lead.

Good for them.

I thought that if we could
do this one thing together,

something that you cared about,

that it might help
our relationship.

I didn't know it needed help.

Well, that's part
of the problem.

What's the rest?

You know the rest.

So we scrape shields
occasionally.

It keeps things interesting.

Maybe interesting
isn't enough for me.

What are you doing?

They're stopping.

They're dead in the water.

Ah-ah.

How far from the finish line?

Less than a million kilometers.

That was Assan!

Why are we just sitting here?

If we've got a problem,

we're going to resolve it
right here, right now.

You've done everything possible
to take yourself

out of the race,
and now you seem worried

that the Delta Flyer
won't reach the finish line.

I'm counting more than a dozen

ships there--
spectators, officials...

All congregated
in the name of peace.

Touching, isn't it?

You've planned
some sort of attack.

There are hundreds of
innocent people there.

How can you do that?

Not everyone is as comfortable
mixing with other species

as you are, Harry.

Some of us believe it was better
when we were separate.

Hey, I never asked you
to give up this race,

or anything else
that you care about.

I never asked you
to stop being yourself.

The only self that I want to be

is the guy
that you're in love with.

Wow... I didn't know
you felt that way.

How can you say that?

Well, you always seem
to have other priorities.

I'm showing you my priorities
right now.

The Delta Flyer wouldn't even be
in this race

if you hadn't told us about it.

You gave us the fuel converter
so we could qualify.

The fuel converter.

That's why you're so concerned

about Tom and B'Elanna's
crossing the finish line.

What'd you do to it?

Rig it to explode?

How come you never talked
to me about this before?

Well, you've got that tough
Klingon exterior, and...

I didn't think you liked
the mushy stuff.

Do I look that tough right now?

Well, does that mean you're in
the mood for some mushy stuff?

Maybe.

Exactly what kind of mush
are we talking about?

You tell me.

Well, there's, um...

kissy stuff.

That was nice.

And there's the...

"you're the most important
person in the world to me."

I like that one, too.

And there's
the "happily ever after."

How does that one work?

Well, traditionally,
it requires a proposal...

We're being scanned by some kind
of modulating pulse.

It's from lrina's ship.

They must be wondering
why we stopped.

There's something odd
about the amplitude.

Wait a minute.
Di-di-da...

That's Morse code.

Harry and I use it in the
Captain Proton holoprogram.

What's he saying?

"Fuel... converter...

rigged.

Eject."

What does he mean by "rigged"?

That converter's leaking
veridium isotopes.

Why didn't the computer warn us?

The on-line sensors
have been tampered with.

Can you contain the leak?

Too late. The veridium
is already reacting

with the warp plasma.

That'll cause
a warp core breach.

In less than a minute.

Then do what Harry said.

Eject the converter.

It's too late.

I have to eject the core.

Here?

We'll never survive the blast.

Neither will anyone else
within a million kilometers.

They're moving again.

Away... from the finish line.

Warp core breach in 30 seconds.

Where are we going?

A J-class nebula
filled with ionized gas.

Should contain the explosion.

I can't get the ejection
subroutines on line.

Warp core breach in 20 seconds.

So what's your answer?

My answer?

Will you marry me?

Warp core breach in 15 seconds.

You're proposing now?

It's as good a time as any.

Subroutines back on line.

Warp core breach in ten seconds,
nine, eight...

Clear!

-...four...
-Go!

...three...

Damn.

I'm sorry your team
didn't win, Captain.

Janeway to the Bridge.
Report.

That was a shock wave
from an antimatter explosion

approximately 1.2 million
kilometers from here.

Excuse me.

B'Elanna...

I guess we lost.

That depends.

On what?

On how you answer my question.

I thought you only asked it

because we were
about to explode.

Well, we're still alive...

and I'm still asking.

How come you never
asked me before?

How come you're still
avoiding the question?

I'm thinking.

Think faster.

Why? You're gonna
withdraw the question?

No, but I might start to beg.

Could get embarrassing.

Captain's Log, supplemental.

The Antarians have invited us

to participate
in the post-race festivities,

which has allowed me to give
two of my senior officers

time off for a well-deserved
romantic getaway.

The Delta Flyer still needs
a new warp core,

but I don't think they're
in a hurry to get anywhere.

To... the winners.

"B'Elanna Paris"--
that has a nice ring to it.

Thanks, but I
already have a ring.

Anyway, I kind of like
the sound of "Tom Torres."

I hope you're kidding.

Hey... it is the 24th century.