Star Trek: Voyager (1995–2001): Season 7, Episode 5 - Critical Care - full transcript
The Doctor is stolen from Voyager by an alien who sells him and his mobile emitter to a hospital on a densely-populated planet. He is activated in a cramped room filled with sick people and is made to treat them using only very basic equipment. When the administrators of the facility realise how skilled the Doctor is, they move him to another area of the hospital to treat more deserving patients. The Doctor is appalled to learn that the medical care that people are given is linked to their status in society and hatches a plan to make things a little less discriminatory.
He's got temporal...
delirium.
Trauma Team 4 to Level Red.
Trauma Team 4
to Level Red.
Reconnect to stations...
Code 4 Nursing Unit,
report to Level Red.
He does have a sensor.
It's not working.
Negative for dysplasia,
viremia, necrobiosis.
Please extend your arms.
Species: Dralian.
ldentity: Gar.
T.C. 15. You may proceed.
Chellick.
Lucky I caught you.
Mr. Gar, I wish
I had time to talk.
Well, all you have
to do is listen.
I have a new supply
of cytogenics.
Your last supply was useless.
Expired lots, diluted samples.
Oh, I have something
special this time.
The latest in substandard
technology, no doubt.
Oh, this item
is far from substandard.
And as a gesture of goodwill,
I'm offering it to you first.
We don't need
another neural monitor.
Mm, this is much more
sophisticated than that.
I'm sure it has
some ingenious use,
but I'm not interested.
Please state the nature...
of the medical emergency?
Where have you taken me?
It's a holographic construct,
programmed with over
five million medical protocols.
I demand to be returned
to Voyager at once.
What's Voyager?.
The Federation starship
to which I'm assigned.
This man is a kidnapper.
I would never offer you
stolen property.
I traded warp-grade dilithium
for this program.
What's your price?
This negotiation is pointless.
I'm not about to perform
medical services
for a pair of common thieves.
It doesn't seem
to be in working order.
Trauma victims are now arriving
at Emergency Intake 7.
What caused their injuries?
A generator explosion
at the Gammadan Mining Facility.
You better start cooperating,
or I will dismantle your program
and sell it off
one subroutine at a time.
When Captain Janeway
discovers what you've done...
Come on.
Let's go, clear a path.
We're gonna lose this guy.
Come on.
Here we go.
All right, tuck him in there.
I can't find any coagulant.
Somebody check the reserves.
There are no reserves.
Oh, this one's got
grade-4 pulmonary burns.
Patient's T.C. is 4.
Transfer to Level Green.
Level Green isn't
equipped for this.
His T.C.'s only 4.
Take him to Green.
Don't touch that.
This patient's bleeding
seriously.
He needs an immediate infusion.
What are you doing?
Get away from him.
With technology this primitive,
you may as well be using
leeches.
Who is this man?
A doctor, of sorts.
I thought you were
withholding your services.
Fortunately for these patients,
I am programmed
with the Hippocratic oath.
It requires me
to treat anyone who's ill.
This patient needs
20 milligrams anesthezine.
Get me a hypospray.
A what?
I'm sorry,
this may hurt a little.
Did you have to program
that Nausicaan guard
to high stick so much?
Well, you play hockey,
you've got
to expect a few lumps.
What are we gonna
tell the Doctor?
Hmm.
You know how he feels
about our juvenile holoprograms.
Relax.
I'll come up with something.
Hey, Doc.
Please state the nature
of the medical emergency.
I know what you're thinking,
but there's
a simple explanation.
Tell him, Tom.
Right. Well, um, see, Doc,
we were running
these invasion scenarios
when this species
of proto-humanoid...
Please state the nature
of the medical emergency.
Are you okay, Doc?
Please take an analgesic
and return in 24 hours.
It's a replicated fake.
The program running in Sick Bay
is from one of Doc's
old training files.
I want someone to tell me
how this snake oil salesman
managed to evade every
security protocol on the ship.
I take full responsibility.
I'm not interested in fault.
I just want to know
how it happened.
Um, Gar spent the
night in Sick Bay.
He claimed to have gotten
food poisoning at dinner.
He had plenty of time
to learn about
the mobile emitter
from the Doctor.
Who I'm sure was more
than willing to extol
its virtues.
Medical logs show
the training file
was activated just before
Gar left Voyager.
Scan for his ion trail,
and let's review safeguards
for accessing low-security
files, shall we, Mr. Tuvok?
Captain, don't blame
Tuvok for what happened.
It was my fault.
How so?
Gar kept complaining
how bland his dinner was,
so I added a few exotic spices.
I'm not sure I see your point.
I-I was trying so hard to
create something he liked
that I didn't take his alien
physiology into account.
Everyone's assuming
he faked his illness,
but I might have
really made him sick.
It's not as if your cooking
turned him into a thief.
No, but if he hadn't
gone to Sick Bay,
he may never have
come up with a plan
to kidnap the Doctor,
much less have
the opportunity to do it.
In my experience, Neelix,
men like Gar have no trouble
finding opportunities
to take advantage
of other people.
Well, I just hope there's
something I can do
to help find the Doctor.
Well, when and if
that opportunity arises,
I'm sure you'll make
the most of it.
That was the most impressive
cortical bypass I've ever seen.
It's just a question
of possessing the basic skills.
Ah, if I had
basic skills like yours,
they'd move me up to Level Blue.
Take this patient to Yellow.
You seem a little low
on resources here.
If I could contact
my medical staff,
I might be able to get you
some additional supplies.
Uh, communication is
usually restricted,
but the Allocator
might give you clearance.
Good. Where can I find him?
Uh, the Allocator isn't a him.
It's our main computer.
Well...
Perhaps it could establish
a communications link
with Voyager's main computer.
You'll have to submit
a formal request to Chellick
and support it
with Form 83-W in triplicate.
Even then...
Why hasn't this patient
been treated yet?
He's waiting for proton imaging.
There are a lot of other people
ahead of him.
It's nice to see someone
knows what's going on.
What's your name?
Tebbis.
Well, Tebbis,
this doesn't look too serious.
Uh, it's just a little
osteal extravasation.
Excellent diagnosis.
I hope to be a doctor someday.
Really? Well, I hope
your working conditions
are better than these.
It wouldn't be so bad
if they'd let us listen
to music.
It would certainly
improve my mood.
It's not just that,
but music has
great healing power.
I couldn't agree
with you more.
Uh, exhale slowly.
Can't you give him
a neural blocker?
He's already had his allocation.
The leg injury isn't all
I'm picking up.
He's got some kind
of systemic disease.
It's a chromo-viral infection.
We have 12 cases down here.
He's in the final stage.
Is there an
established treatment?
Cytoglobin injections.
These scans don't show
any cytoglobin
in his bloodstream.
He hasn't been given any.
Why not?
He doesn't have
a high enough T.C.
"T.C."? What's that?
Ah, there you are.
I'm happy to report
that I've acquired your program
from Gar.
Please come with me.
I will not.
May I remind you
I'm being illegally detained?
Or hasn't the rule of law
reached this society yet?
We follow the Allocator's rules,
and it's determined
that your services are
required on Level Blue.
Eh, please, Doctor,
the Allocator knows
which patients
need help the most.
Level Blue is your critical care
area, I presume.
Level Blue is the area
where it's most critical
that we provide excellent care.
These patients will be
your chief responsibility
from now on.
Do whatever you can
to make them well.
Why are these patients
getting preferential treatment?
They have a higher T.C.
than the others.
Indulge me.
What's T.C.?
Treatment Coefficient.
The Allocator assigns one
to every patient.
It determines the level
of care they receive.
How is this
coefficient derived?
Through a complex formula
that involves profession,
skills, accomplishments...
How is any of that relevant
to medical treatment?
An agricultural engineer
is obviously more important
than a waste processor.
Important to whom?
Society.
When your resources are limited,
you have to prioritize.
So you base treatment
on whether patients have
particular abilities?
It's much more
complicated than that.
The Allocator assesses
the entire individual.
And reduces his life
to a number.
It may seem impersonal,
but it's what
the Dinaali
have contracted us to do.
Chellick's people are known
throughout the sector
for their
administrative skills.
Before they came here,
we were a dying race.
Eco-disasters, famine...
Dr. Dysek, Chief of Medicine.
The medical hologram
I told you about.
Are you in charge
of what passes for care
on Level Red?
Because those people
are suffering.
Intriguing technology.
Can we use him
to treat patients yet?
That's what he's here for.
In some societies,
it's considered rude
to refer to someone
in the third person
while he's standing
in front of you.
I'm sure
you'll make good use of him.
The warp trail ends here.
Gar should be directly ahead.
All stop.
Red Alert.
On screen.
It's emitting
a false warp signature.
Looks like we've underestimated
Mr. Gar again.
Now what?
There may be another way
to find him.
What do you have in mind?
He traded us high-grade iridium,
which has
a very brief half-life.
His ship is slow.
Logic suggests
he acquired the substance
within a radius
of three light-years.
Cross-reference our sensor logs
and long-range scans.
Two planets,
no atmosphere or technology
a T-class nebula...
Here's something.
An asteroid with approximately
200 humanoid life signs,
subterranean structures.
Sounds like a mining operation.
If that's where Mr. Gar acquired
the iridium, they may be able
to help us find him.
Tom, how fast
can you get us there?
Less than two hours.
Do it.
We're being hailed.
Open a channel.
I want my iridium back now.
I beg your pardon?
I've scanned your ship.
I know you've got it on board.
Yes, we obtained it from a man
called Gar, a merchant...
You mean thief.
So, you have
had the pleasure of meeting him.
He was here two days ago.
He sold us
3,000 induction units.
He was gone a day
before we realized
he'd also stolen 20 kilos
of ore.
We had a similar experience.
Maybe we can help each other.
How?
Do you have any idea
where we might find him?
Will you return my iridium?
By all means,
but Gar only traded us half
of what he stole from you.
However, we might be able
to get the rest of it back.
All I can tell you is
that the induction units
came from a planetoid
called Velos.
You may go.
Your surgical technique
is impressive.
Well, you've obviously
had experience
with cellular repair.
As a matter of fact,
I've done extensive
research on the subject.
I'd be happy
to share it with you,
but we'll have to contact
Voyager to get it.
You'll have to discuss that
with Chellick.
He authorizes
all communications.
It's time for this patient's
next injection.
Requesting one
cytoglobin injection
for patient B-3,
priority Blue-7 gamma.
One cytoglobin injection
authorized.
Does this patient have
a chromo-viral infection?
No. Why?
I was told
cytoglobin is the standard
treatment for that disease.
Cytoglobin also prevents
arterial aging.
Will that be all?
You may go.
This patient's arteries
appear to be healthy.
At the moment,
but daily injections
increase life expectancy
up to 40 percent.
We prescribe them
for all Level Blue patients.
I just saw a boy
on Level Red who's dying.
This medicine
could save his life.
This woman is a Chief Engineer
of an irrigation facility
which provides water
to half the subcontinent.
So her life is more valuable?
Keeping her healthy
contributes to our survival.
Can you say the same
for the boy on Level Red?
Who knows what he'll accomplish
if he has the chance.
If he becomes more valuable
to society, his T.C. will rise,
and then he'll receive
better treatment.
He may not be around
long enough.
I'm sorry he's sick,
but our society
is much better off
since we began following
the Allocator's protocols.
Some of you are.
I never expected
to see you again.
Why do you say that?
Level Blue is much
more prestigious.
Prestige is the least
of my concerns.
How is he?
Not well.
His condition's
deteriorated so rapidly.
His coenzyme allotment's
been reduced.
Are we here to help
these people or kill them?
His T.C. is just too low.
Maybe we can raise it.
That's not possible.
If it's purely
a function of statistics,
we can simply input more data.
We're not
authorized to do th...
Voje.
When you look
at your patient lying there,
you have to ask yourself:
What can I do?
What must I do?
We can amend his database
to include
additional skills.
Such as?
His extensive knowledge
of neutronics.
He doesn't know anything
about neutronics.
We can say he does.
What's the harm in trying?
Amend patient R-12's T.C.
to include an expertise
in neutronics.
Unable to verify.
Amendment denied.
You see?
Hello.
Lie still.
What are you doing?
Trying to get you
the proper medication.
You're wasting time
you could be spending
with other patients.
You have as much right
to treatment as anyone.
It's not your fault.
There's nothing you can do.
Nurse.
Yes, Doctor?
Why hasn't this patient received
her additional
cytoglobin injection?
Additional?
If you'd examine her chart,
you'd see that I've
increased her dosage.
Dr. Dysek didn't say anything...
Dr. Dysek is at home
with his family.
Would you like me to contact him
so you can explain
why you're not doing your job?
No, Doctor.
Requesting
one cytoglobin injection
for patient B-3,
priority Blue-7 gamma.
One cytoglobin injection
authorized.
I'll do it myself.
Can I assist you?
You may go.
He convinced me to let him
take the induction units
on consignment.
That was more than ten days ago.
I haven't heard from him since.
You appear to be an experienced
merchant, Mr. Kipp.
Why would you trust
someone like Gar?
He came highly recommended.
By whom?
A buyer I know.
He said he's been trading
with Gar for years.
Do you know where we
can find this buyer?
Yes, Captain.
I am the fool who said
that Gar could be trusted.
Sounds like you've
changed your mind.
I should have known
it was a mistake, but...
Well... you see, I have never
been able to say no to my wife.
What does she have
to do with it?
Well, she's the one who asked me
to recommend Gar.
Then she must know him well.
They're... friends.
May we speak with her?
She's, uh...
Well, she's not here.
Do you know
where we might find her?
She left me.
You're a woman.
You saw my husband
with your own eyes--
overweight, depressed.
You would have left him, too,
especially if you had met
someone as exciting as Gar.
Yes, he's very exciting.
That's why you're looking
for him, isn't it?
You want him for yourself.
I assure you, I have no romantic
interest in him whatsoever.
Why? Not good enough for you?
No, it's not that.
It's just that...
I already have a man.
We have a business opportunity
for Mr. Gar--
one that will expire
if we don't find him soon.
He's on his way
to the gambling tournament
on Selek lV.
When you see him,
tell him to hurry home.
How are you feeling?
Better.
That's what happens
when you get
the proper treatment.
But I'm not authorized
to receive cytoglobin.
You are now.
You'll need
several more injections,
but you can expect
a complete recovery.
Whatever you did,
they'll find out.
They'll punish you.
You're assuming
I've done something illicit.
Didn't you?
Of course not.
I simply had a talk
with Chellick,
explained to him
what a bright young man you are,
and he had the Allocator
recalculate your T.C.
I've never met
a doctor like you.
Well... it's not hard
to stand out
when the general level
of competence is so low.
There are patients
on this level who deserve
a higher T.C. than I do.
Could you talk to Chellick
about them?
Thank you.
Ah, Voje.
You're not busy, are you?
Well, actually, I was just...
Good. I want you to help me
dispense these injections.
Where did you get
the cytoglobin?
Level Blue. Where else?
You stole it?
I'd prefer to think of it
as "reallocation."
We're going to treat every
chromo-virus patient
on this level.
Do you have any idea
what kind of trouble
we could get into?
"We?" Then you will help me.
Uh, no! Absolutely not!
Modifying data files
was bad enough.
Well, I certainly wouldn't
want you to do anything
to compromise your ethics.
I'll help you.
You should be in bed.
Actually, now that
he's improving,
a little activity
will do him good.
You can go back to doing...
whatever you were doing.
The best place
to inject him is here
in the lateral artery.
Excellent work.
It's nice to see
someone in this hospital
has a future as a healer.
If we each take a third
of the patients,
maybe we can finish
before someone catches us.
Who do you think you are,
prescribing unnecessary
medications for my patients?
It wasn't unnecessary.
If you believe that,
you're incompetent,
or perhaps malfunctioning.
I was simply trying to increase
our allocation of resources.
What are you talking about?
I did some checking.
Last month, Level Blue's
total medication requests
were down by 6 percent.
Because our cure rate
was higher.
Exactly.
Because you performed
so efficiently last month,
the Allocator will determine
you're able to do with less
next month.
If we don't order
more medication now,
we may not get it...
when we need it.
Think about it, Doctor.
If you don't have
the proper resources,
your cure rate could go down.
If that happens...
the Allocator may assign you
to a lower level.
Mm-hmm.
Are we having a problem
with our newest piece
of technology?
Actually...
...he seems to be
learning the system...
quite well.
Oh. Three of the patients
we injected
are practically virus-free.
What did you expect?
Um, maybe we could "reallocate"
other medications,
treat more patients.
Now you're thinking
like a doctor.
And to support your efforts,
I've arranged
for resources from Level Blue
to be diverted here
on a regular basis.
How did you manage that?
Let's just say,
Dr. Dysek and I have developed
a professional rapport.
Sometimes I even
surprise myself.
We may actually
make these people better.
That feeling you get
from healing someone...
infectious, isn't it?
Where did you get that?
One of the technicians
was going to recycle it
because it wasn't working,
but I think I fixed it.
Seems to be in good condition.
And so do you.
You'll be well enough
to leave soon.
Couldn't you say I'm still sick?
Don't you want to go home?
If I do,
they'll send me to work
in the refinery with my father.
What about school?
Your medical training?
I would never be authorized
for that.
He's right.
If I stay here,
you can teach me,
and I can help you
treat your patients.
I'm not planning
on being here that long myself.
Then I can help Dr. Voje.
We'll see what we can do.
I have picked up Gar's ship,
directly ahead.
Again?
I'm reading his bio-signs.
Any sign of the Doctor
or his emitter?
Not yet.
Should I hail Gar?
If we let him know we're here,
he may try to slip away.
We could drop out of warp
at close range
and grab him before he knows
what's happening.
I like it.
Tom...
Tuvok.
He's hailing.
I guess we put him
in the mood to talk.
On screen.
I thought we were friends,
Captain.
Why am I being treated this way?
I think I deserve better.
Where's our Doctor?
I have no idea.
I certainly hope
nothing's happened to him.
Scans are complete.
Neither the mobile emitter
nor the Doctor's program
are aboard
Gar's ship.
Well, of course they're not.
He's trying
to destabilize the tractor beam
with a feedback pulse.
Compensating.
Don't bother, Harry.
Just beam him to the brig.
Tebbis... wake up.
Time to make our rounds.
Locate patient R-12.
Patient R-12 has been
transferred to Level White.
Tebbis has been moved.
I know.
What's Level White?
Some kind of patient
recovery area?
It's the morgue.
I demand an explanation
for the death of that boy.
I'm responsible
for thousands of patients.
You'll have to be more specific.
His name was Tebbis.
Patient R-12.
Acute chromo-viral disease.
He was recovering.
Apparently,
he developed complications.
What kind of complications?
A secondary infection.
It spread rapidly.
How was it treated?
It wasn't.
The patient had exceeded
his medication allotment.
It seems someone had given him
unauthorized injections.
Did you think
I wouldn't find out?
Don't you have
any ethical standards?
You are hardly in a position
to speak to me of ethics.
Lying, stealing...
Any other crimes
you wish to confess?
I was trying to save lives.
And I am trying
to save a society.
Do you really think patient R-12
is going to help me do that?!
His name was Tebbis.
He wasn't contributing.
He was a drain on resources.
You're not just rationing
health care here.
You're getting rid of the sick
and the weak.
If the boy had been fit,
he would have survived.
Why don't you just put a phaser
to their heads?
We're healers, not killers.
I'm going to expose you.
To whom--
the people who employ me?
They brought me here
to make the hard choices
they don't want to make.
From now on, I'm restricting you
to Level Blue.
You've done enough damage
on Red.
You mean those patients
that I treated?
Yes, that was inconsiderate
of me.
It was. You managed
to exceed their annual
medication allotment
in a matter of days.
They're being sent home.
They'll die.
You should have considered
the consequences
of your actions.
Please, don't make them suffer
for my mistakes.
It won't happen again.
I'm making certain of that.
From now on, your time
will be strictly regulated.
Meaning what?
I've interfaced your holo-matrix
with the Allocator.
Starting now, it will determine
where you go, when you go,
and what you do
when you get there.
The Medical Hologram
will now commence treatment
on Level Blue.
You have six minutes
to treat patient B-3.
I don't know where he is.
Not now, perhaps, but you know
where you took him.
The last time I saw him,
he was in your Sick Bay.
If you refuse to cooperate,
your knowledge of his location
can be extracted.
How?
A mind-meld.
W-what's that?
An invasive
and disturbing procedure.
Dinnertime!
Mr. Neelix,
I am in the middle
of an interrogation.
Commander, you know
better than anyone
that Starfleet
has strict guidelines
about allowing prisoners to eat.
Very well.
I'll wait.
There we are.
I'm glad to see you
enjoying a meal.
When you got sick last time,
I thought my food
was to blame, until I realized
it was just a ruse for you
to get close to the Doctor.
I used Talaxian wormroot
as the base.
Mm-hmm.
I'm glad you like it.
Some people react badly.
React how?
Oh, dear, I hope
you're not getting sick.
Mm.
If it's the wormroot,
it's gonna get a lot worse.
What have you done to me?
The usual symptoms
are abdominal spasms,
which increase in severity
for 30 hours...
40 at the most.
Tuvok to Sick Bay.
Don't worry, Mr. Tuvok,
it's not fatal.
It's horribly unpleasant,
but, uh...
there's an antidote.
Then give it to me!
Unfortunately,
our Doctor is the only one
authorized to administer it.
Maybe if you remembered
where he was...
Mr. Neelix...
have you deliberately
poisoned this man?
Relax.
He's just having gas pains.
Your actions are not only
against regulations...
Didn't I hear someone
threaten a mind-meld?
I was merely trying
to encourage the suspect
to be more forthcoming.
Yeah.
I think he's getting
all the encouragement he needs.
Excuse me, Doctor.
What is it?
I need to prepare this patient
for discharge.
I'm not finished with him yet.
But Chellick's orders are to...
Are to discharge the patient
at the end of the shift.
The shift isn't over, is it?
No, sir, but I need time
in order to get the patient...
I'll tell you when he's ready.
Dr. Voje, report to Level Blue
to assist Dr. Dysek in surgery.
Voje!
I didn't realize
that any of this even existed.
I need to talk to you.
I don't have time.
I just got a message
from the Allocator
that Dysek needs me.
I'm the one who sent for you.
I used his access codes.
Oh.
I need you to smuggle
my mobile emitter
off Level Blue.
Time has expired
for treatment of patient B-1.
Proceed to patient B-3.
The Medical Hologram
has one minute
to treat patient B-3.
You have to help me.
12 patients on Level Red
are being sent home
because of you.
That's why we have to hurry.
We may still be able
to save them.
You've already
endangered my patients,
and now you're asking me
to risk my career?
Why should I help you?
Because I have a plan
to heal those patients.
That's what doctors do--
we heal.
So, choose-- what kind of doctor
are you going to be?
The Medical Hologram
has 30 seconds to deactivation.
You hear that?
How can I get you
off this level?
Deactivate my mobile emitter,
and put it in inside
this selenide medkit.
It'll shield the signature.
And then what?
Take it to Level Red,
and reactivate me.
What are you going to do
once you get to Level Red?
The Medical Hologram has
ten seconds to deactivation.
There's no time to explain.
You'll have to trust me.
I suspect young Dr.
Voje helped you escape.
He had nothing to do with it.
No matter.
You're becoming
far too troublesome.
I'm going to have to deactivate
your program.
Voje!
What's wrong with him?
What are you doing?
A little experiment in empathy.
You told me you
were just developing
new treatment protocols.
A single protocol, actually.
You're only making things worse
for yourself.
As a matter of fact,
I'm making things worse for you.
I'm going to make you a patient
in your own hospital.
What was in that injector?
A neural blocker.
Combined with the same virus
that afflicted Tebbis.
I trusted you.
And Tebbis trusted me.
You remember Tebbis, don't you?
Patient R-12?
Maybe this will jog your memory.
What are you doing?
Patient R-12.
Species: Dinaal.
ldentity: Tebbis.
This is ridiculous!
I'm not Tebbis!
But the Allocator
thinks you are.
How did you do...?
Simple-- the Allocator
identifies patients
by reading blood factors.
I altered Chellick's
by injecting him
with antigens from Tebbis.
Now, why don't we see if we can
get your condition treated.
Requesting
one cytoglobin injection
for patient R-12.
Treatment denied.
I order you to medicate me now.
Ordinarily, I would,
but if the Allocator says
"No"...
Is this some sort of revenge?
Not revenge.
Leverage.
I want enough cytoglobin
to cure every infected patient
on this level.
We don't have
an adequate supply.
There's plenty on Level Blue.
Where it's being used
to prevent arterial aging.
Those patients
will survive without it,
but a dozen people
on this level won't.
I will not let them die.
Entering orbit.
Scan for the Doctor's signature.
He's dying.
As soon as we get
the cytoglobin,
we'll be able to treat
all the Level Red patients,
including him.
You said it yourself--
doctors heal.
We don't make patients sick!
I don't know any other way
to help these people.
Dr. Voje...
I need the medicine now.
Sir, I only have
a Level Red clearance.
You know I'm not authorized.
Then find someone who is.
I've got him.
He's aboard a vessel
above the northern continent.
Can you get a lock?
It's not going to be easy.
His program
seems to be interfaced
with the main computer.
Hail the ship.
They're responding;
audio only.
This is Hospital Ship 42.
Allocation Module Alpha.
This is Captain Janeway
of the Starship Voyager.
I would like
to speak with someone
regarding a member of my crew
who is aboard your vessel.
Administrator Chellick
is currently unavailable.
Then may I speak
with someone else?
Only Administrator Chellick
is authorized to communicate
with alien species.
Are we having a problem here?
Dysek. Finally.
I-I'm sorry.
I had to tell him.
What are you waiting for?
Give me the cytoglobin.
I don't think I can.
What are you saying?
Cytoglobin isn't authorized
for Level Red patients.
Dysek!
I don't want to break the rules.
I made the rules!
Then you should be pleased
I hold them in such high regard.
I'm sorry, Captain--
I can't transport him
without damaging his matrix.
Then you'll have
to go down there and get him.
Aye, Captain.
Chakotay.
Don't tell me you're allied
with this defective hologram.
No, but he has given me insight
into some of the intricacies
of our system.
For example, did you know
if I don't request
enough resources
for Level Blue this month,
I won't get what I need
next month?
What are you talking about?!
You know, Doctor,
one way to increase
your allocation of resources
on Level Blue
would be to increase
the number of patients.
I know at least a dozen people
who should be treated
for arterial aging.
Saving their lives would
be just a side effect.
Hmm. Perhaps we should
have them transferred
to Level Blue.
If you're looking
for a second opinion, I concur.
Well... Chellick...
what do you think?
It's absurd!
We'd have to transfer you
to Level Blue as well.
You'd get your cytoglobin.
Doctor.
It's nice to see
some friendly faces.
We're gonna get you out of here.
Who do we talk to
about accessing
their main computer?
I'll be with you in a moment.
I'm with a... patient.
Do we have an agreement?
Yes.
You've managed to stay
well while I was away.
I'm giving you
a clean bill of health.
You were only away four days.
A lot can happen in four days--
injuries, infections...
malfunctions.
As you said, I'm fine.
Thank you.
I was wondering
if you'd mind doing me a favor?
I'd like you
to give me a checkup.
Have you been
experiencing problems?
No, but as you said,
I've been off the ship
for awhile,
interfaced
with an alien computer.
Your program appears
to be operating
within normal parameters.
Really?
What about over
the past several days?
There's no indication
of diminished capacity.
No problems
with my ethical subroutines?
None.
I see.
You seem disappointed.
While I was aboard that ship...
I poisoned a man.
Deliberately?
Yes.
I was trying to force him
to let me treat patients
who were dying.
You were prepared
to sacrifice an individual
to benefit a collective.
No offense, Seven,
but I don't exactly aspire
to Borg ideals.
You were hoping your behavior
was the result of a malfunction.
I'm sorry, Doctor,
but I must give you
a clean bill of health.
delirium.
Trauma Team 4 to Level Red.
Trauma Team 4
to Level Red.
Reconnect to stations...
Code 4 Nursing Unit,
report to Level Red.
He does have a sensor.
It's not working.
Negative for dysplasia,
viremia, necrobiosis.
Please extend your arms.
Species: Dralian.
ldentity: Gar.
T.C. 15. You may proceed.
Chellick.
Lucky I caught you.
Mr. Gar, I wish
I had time to talk.
Well, all you have
to do is listen.
I have a new supply
of cytogenics.
Your last supply was useless.
Expired lots, diluted samples.
Oh, I have something
special this time.
The latest in substandard
technology, no doubt.
Oh, this item
is far from substandard.
And as a gesture of goodwill,
I'm offering it to you first.
We don't need
another neural monitor.
Mm, this is much more
sophisticated than that.
I'm sure it has
some ingenious use,
but I'm not interested.
Please state the nature...
of the medical emergency?
Where have you taken me?
It's a holographic construct,
programmed with over
five million medical protocols.
I demand to be returned
to Voyager at once.
What's Voyager?.
The Federation starship
to which I'm assigned.
This man is a kidnapper.
I would never offer you
stolen property.
I traded warp-grade dilithium
for this program.
What's your price?
This negotiation is pointless.
I'm not about to perform
medical services
for a pair of common thieves.
It doesn't seem
to be in working order.
Trauma victims are now arriving
at Emergency Intake 7.
What caused their injuries?
A generator explosion
at the Gammadan Mining Facility.
You better start cooperating,
or I will dismantle your program
and sell it off
one subroutine at a time.
When Captain Janeway
discovers what you've done...
Come on.
Let's go, clear a path.
We're gonna lose this guy.
Come on.
Here we go.
All right, tuck him in there.
I can't find any coagulant.
Somebody check the reserves.
There are no reserves.
Oh, this one's got
grade-4 pulmonary burns.
Patient's T.C. is 4.
Transfer to Level Green.
Level Green isn't
equipped for this.
His T.C.'s only 4.
Take him to Green.
Don't touch that.
This patient's bleeding
seriously.
He needs an immediate infusion.
What are you doing?
Get away from him.
With technology this primitive,
you may as well be using
leeches.
Who is this man?
A doctor, of sorts.
I thought you were
withholding your services.
Fortunately for these patients,
I am programmed
with the Hippocratic oath.
It requires me
to treat anyone who's ill.
This patient needs
20 milligrams anesthezine.
Get me a hypospray.
A what?
I'm sorry,
this may hurt a little.
Did you have to program
that Nausicaan guard
to high stick so much?
Well, you play hockey,
you've got
to expect a few lumps.
What are we gonna
tell the Doctor?
Hmm.
You know how he feels
about our juvenile holoprograms.
Relax.
I'll come up with something.
Hey, Doc.
Please state the nature
of the medical emergency.
I know what you're thinking,
but there's
a simple explanation.
Tell him, Tom.
Right. Well, um, see, Doc,
we were running
these invasion scenarios
when this species
of proto-humanoid...
Please state the nature
of the medical emergency.
Are you okay, Doc?
Please take an analgesic
and return in 24 hours.
It's a replicated fake.
The program running in Sick Bay
is from one of Doc's
old training files.
I want someone to tell me
how this snake oil salesman
managed to evade every
security protocol on the ship.
I take full responsibility.
I'm not interested in fault.
I just want to know
how it happened.
Um, Gar spent the
night in Sick Bay.
He claimed to have gotten
food poisoning at dinner.
He had plenty of time
to learn about
the mobile emitter
from the Doctor.
Who I'm sure was more
than willing to extol
its virtues.
Medical logs show
the training file
was activated just before
Gar left Voyager.
Scan for his ion trail,
and let's review safeguards
for accessing low-security
files, shall we, Mr. Tuvok?
Captain, don't blame
Tuvok for what happened.
It was my fault.
How so?
Gar kept complaining
how bland his dinner was,
so I added a few exotic spices.
I'm not sure I see your point.
I-I was trying so hard to
create something he liked
that I didn't take his alien
physiology into account.
Everyone's assuming
he faked his illness,
but I might have
really made him sick.
It's not as if your cooking
turned him into a thief.
No, but if he hadn't
gone to Sick Bay,
he may never have
come up with a plan
to kidnap the Doctor,
much less have
the opportunity to do it.
In my experience, Neelix,
men like Gar have no trouble
finding opportunities
to take advantage
of other people.
Well, I just hope there's
something I can do
to help find the Doctor.
Well, when and if
that opportunity arises,
I'm sure you'll make
the most of it.
That was the most impressive
cortical bypass I've ever seen.
It's just a question
of possessing the basic skills.
Ah, if I had
basic skills like yours,
they'd move me up to Level Blue.
Take this patient to Yellow.
You seem a little low
on resources here.
If I could contact
my medical staff,
I might be able to get you
some additional supplies.
Uh, communication is
usually restricted,
but the Allocator
might give you clearance.
Good. Where can I find him?
Uh, the Allocator isn't a him.
It's our main computer.
Well...
Perhaps it could establish
a communications link
with Voyager's main computer.
You'll have to submit
a formal request to Chellick
and support it
with Form 83-W in triplicate.
Even then...
Why hasn't this patient
been treated yet?
He's waiting for proton imaging.
There are a lot of other people
ahead of him.
It's nice to see someone
knows what's going on.
What's your name?
Tebbis.
Well, Tebbis,
this doesn't look too serious.
Uh, it's just a little
osteal extravasation.
Excellent diagnosis.
I hope to be a doctor someday.
Really? Well, I hope
your working conditions
are better than these.
It wouldn't be so bad
if they'd let us listen
to music.
It would certainly
improve my mood.
It's not just that,
but music has
great healing power.
I couldn't agree
with you more.
Uh, exhale slowly.
Can't you give him
a neural blocker?
He's already had his allocation.
The leg injury isn't all
I'm picking up.
He's got some kind
of systemic disease.
It's a chromo-viral infection.
We have 12 cases down here.
He's in the final stage.
Is there an
established treatment?
Cytoglobin injections.
These scans don't show
any cytoglobin
in his bloodstream.
He hasn't been given any.
Why not?
He doesn't have
a high enough T.C.
"T.C."? What's that?
Ah, there you are.
I'm happy to report
that I've acquired your program
from Gar.
Please come with me.
I will not.
May I remind you
I'm being illegally detained?
Or hasn't the rule of law
reached this society yet?
We follow the Allocator's rules,
and it's determined
that your services are
required on Level Blue.
Eh, please, Doctor,
the Allocator knows
which patients
need help the most.
Level Blue is your critical care
area, I presume.
Level Blue is the area
where it's most critical
that we provide excellent care.
These patients will be
your chief responsibility
from now on.
Do whatever you can
to make them well.
Why are these patients
getting preferential treatment?
They have a higher T.C.
than the others.
Indulge me.
What's T.C.?
Treatment Coefficient.
The Allocator assigns one
to every patient.
It determines the level
of care they receive.
How is this
coefficient derived?
Through a complex formula
that involves profession,
skills, accomplishments...
How is any of that relevant
to medical treatment?
An agricultural engineer
is obviously more important
than a waste processor.
Important to whom?
Society.
When your resources are limited,
you have to prioritize.
So you base treatment
on whether patients have
particular abilities?
It's much more
complicated than that.
The Allocator assesses
the entire individual.
And reduces his life
to a number.
It may seem impersonal,
but it's what
the Dinaali
have contracted us to do.
Chellick's people are known
throughout the sector
for their
administrative skills.
Before they came here,
we were a dying race.
Eco-disasters, famine...
Dr. Dysek, Chief of Medicine.
The medical hologram
I told you about.
Are you in charge
of what passes for care
on Level Red?
Because those people
are suffering.
Intriguing technology.
Can we use him
to treat patients yet?
That's what he's here for.
In some societies,
it's considered rude
to refer to someone
in the third person
while he's standing
in front of you.
I'm sure
you'll make good use of him.
The warp trail ends here.
Gar should be directly ahead.
All stop.
Red Alert.
On screen.
It's emitting
a false warp signature.
Looks like we've underestimated
Mr. Gar again.
Now what?
There may be another way
to find him.
What do you have in mind?
He traded us high-grade iridium,
which has
a very brief half-life.
His ship is slow.
Logic suggests
he acquired the substance
within a radius
of three light-years.
Cross-reference our sensor logs
and long-range scans.
Two planets,
no atmosphere or technology
a T-class nebula...
Here's something.
An asteroid with approximately
200 humanoid life signs,
subterranean structures.
Sounds like a mining operation.
If that's where Mr. Gar acquired
the iridium, they may be able
to help us find him.
Tom, how fast
can you get us there?
Less than two hours.
Do it.
We're being hailed.
Open a channel.
I want my iridium back now.
I beg your pardon?
I've scanned your ship.
I know you've got it on board.
Yes, we obtained it from a man
called Gar, a merchant...
You mean thief.
So, you have
had the pleasure of meeting him.
He was here two days ago.
He sold us
3,000 induction units.
He was gone a day
before we realized
he'd also stolen 20 kilos
of ore.
We had a similar experience.
Maybe we can help each other.
How?
Do you have any idea
where we might find him?
Will you return my iridium?
By all means,
but Gar only traded us half
of what he stole from you.
However, we might be able
to get the rest of it back.
All I can tell you is
that the induction units
came from a planetoid
called Velos.
You may go.
Your surgical technique
is impressive.
Well, you've obviously
had experience
with cellular repair.
As a matter of fact,
I've done extensive
research on the subject.
I'd be happy
to share it with you,
but we'll have to contact
Voyager to get it.
You'll have to discuss that
with Chellick.
He authorizes
all communications.
It's time for this patient's
next injection.
Requesting one
cytoglobin injection
for patient B-3,
priority Blue-7 gamma.
One cytoglobin injection
authorized.
Does this patient have
a chromo-viral infection?
No. Why?
I was told
cytoglobin is the standard
treatment for that disease.
Cytoglobin also prevents
arterial aging.
Will that be all?
You may go.
This patient's arteries
appear to be healthy.
At the moment,
but daily injections
increase life expectancy
up to 40 percent.
We prescribe them
for all Level Blue patients.
I just saw a boy
on Level Red who's dying.
This medicine
could save his life.
This woman is a Chief Engineer
of an irrigation facility
which provides water
to half the subcontinent.
So her life is more valuable?
Keeping her healthy
contributes to our survival.
Can you say the same
for the boy on Level Red?
Who knows what he'll accomplish
if he has the chance.
If he becomes more valuable
to society, his T.C. will rise,
and then he'll receive
better treatment.
He may not be around
long enough.
I'm sorry he's sick,
but our society
is much better off
since we began following
the Allocator's protocols.
Some of you are.
I never expected
to see you again.
Why do you say that?
Level Blue is much
more prestigious.
Prestige is the least
of my concerns.
How is he?
Not well.
His condition's
deteriorated so rapidly.
His coenzyme allotment's
been reduced.
Are we here to help
these people or kill them?
His T.C. is just too low.
Maybe we can raise it.
That's not possible.
If it's purely
a function of statistics,
we can simply input more data.
We're not
authorized to do th...
Voje.
When you look
at your patient lying there,
you have to ask yourself:
What can I do?
What must I do?
We can amend his database
to include
additional skills.
Such as?
His extensive knowledge
of neutronics.
He doesn't know anything
about neutronics.
We can say he does.
What's the harm in trying?
Amend patient R-12's T.C.
to include an expertise
in neutronics.
Unable to verify.
Amendment denied.
You see?
Hello.
Lie still.
What are you doing?
Trying to get you
the proper medication.
You're wasting time
you could be spending
with other patients.
You have as much right
to treatment as anyone.
It's not your fault.
There's nothing you can do.
Nurse.
Yes, Doctor?
Why hasn't this patient received
her additional
cytoglobin injection?
Additional?
If you'd examine her chart,
you'd see that I've
increased her dosage.
Dr. Dysek didn't say anything...
Dr. Dysek is at home
with his family.
Would you like me to contact him
so you can explain
why you're not doing your job?
No, Doctor.
Requesting
one cytoglobin injection
for patient B-3,
priority Blue-7 gamma.
One cytoglobin injection
authorized.
I'll do it myself.
Can I assist you?
You may go.
He convinced me to let him
take the induction units
on consignment.
That was more than ten days ago.
I haven't heard from him since.
You appear to be an experienced
merchant, Mr. Kipp.
Why would you trust
someone like Gar?
He came highly recommended.
By whom?
A buyer I know.
He said he's been trading
with Gar for years.
Do you know where we
can find this buyer?
Yes, Captain.
I am the fool who said
that Gar could be trusted.
Sounds like you've
changed your mind.
I should have known
it was a mistake, but...
Well... you see, I have never
been able to say no to my wife.
What does she have
to do with it?
Well, she's the one who asked me
to recommend Gar.
Then she must know him well.
They're... friends.
May we speak with her?
She's, uh...
Well, she's not here.
Do you know
where we might find her?
She left me.
You're a woman.
You saw my husband
with your own eyes--
overweight, depressed.
You would have left him, too,
especially if you had met
someone as exciting as Gar.
Yes, he's very exciting.
That's why you're looking
for him, isn't it?
You want him for yourself.
I assure you, I have no romantic
interest in him whatsoever.
Why? Not good enough for you?
No, it's not that.
It's just that...
I already have a man.
We have a business opportunity
for Mr. Gar--
one that will expire
if we don't find him soon.
He's on his way
to the gambling tournament
on Selek lV.
When you see him,
tell him to hurry home.
How are you feeling?
Better.
That's what happens
when you get
the proper treatment.
But I'm not authorized
to receive cytoglobin.
You are now.
You'll need
several more injections,
but you can expect
a complete recovery.
Whatever you did,
they'll find out.
They'll punish you.
You're assuming
I've done something illicit.
Didn't you?
Of course not.
I simply had a talk
with Chellick,
explained to him
what a bright young man you are,
and he had the Allocator
recalculate your T.C.
I've never met
a doctor like you.
Well... it's not hard
to stand out
when the general level
of competence is so low.
There are patients
on this level who deserve
a higher T.C. than I do.
Could you talk to Chellick
about them?
Thank you.
Ah, Voje.
You're not busy, are you?
Well, actually, I was just...
Good. I want you to help me
dispense these injections.
Where did you get
the cytoglobin?
Level Blue. Where else?
You stole it?
I'd prefer to think of it
as "reallocation."
We're going to treat every
chromo-virus patient
on this level.
Do you have any idea
what kind of trouble
we could get into?
"We?" Then you will help me.
Uh, no! Absolutely not!
Modifying data files
was bad enough.
Well, I certainly wouldn't
want you to do anything
to compromise your ethics.
I'll help you.
You should be in bed.
Actually, now that
he's improving,
a little activity
will do him good.
You can go back to doing...
whatever you were doing.
The best place
to inject him is here
in the lateral artery.
Excellent work.
It's nice to see
someone in this hospital
has a future as a healer.
If we each take a third
of the patients,
maybe we can finish
before someone catches us.
Who do you think you are,
prescribing unnecessary
medications for my patients?
It wasn't unnecessary.
If you believe that,
you're incompetent,
or perhaps malfunctioning.
I was simply trying to increase
our allocation of resources.
What are you talking about?
I did some checking.
Last month, Level Blue's
total medication requests
were down by 6 percent.
Because our cure rate
was higher.
Exactly.
Because you performed
so efficiently last month,
the Allocator will determine
you're able to do with less
next month.
If we don't order
more medication now,
we may not get it...
when we need it.
Think about it, Doctor.
If you don't have
the proper resources,
your cure rate could go down.
If that happens...
the Allocator may assign you
to a lower level.
Mm-hmm.
Are we having a problem
with our newest piece
of technology?
Actually...
...he seems to be
learning the system...
quite well.
Oh. Three of the patients
we injected
are practically virus-free.
What did you expect?
Um, maybe we could "reallocate"
other medications,
treat more patients.
Now you're thinking
like a doctor.
And to support your efforts,
I've arranged
for resources from Level Blue
to be diverted here
on a regular basis.
How did you manage that?
Let's just say,
Dr. Dysek and I have developed
a professional rapport.
Sometimes I even
surprise myself.
We may actually
make these people better.
That feeling you get
from healing someone...
infectious, isn't it?
Where did you get that?
One of the technicians
was going to recycle it
because it wasn't working,
but I think I fixed it.
Seems to be in good condition.
And so do you.
You'll be well enough
to leave soon.
Couldn't you say I'm still sick?
Don't you want to go home?
If I do,
they'll send me to work
in the refinery with my father.
What about school?
Your medical training?
I would never be authorized
for that.
He's right.
If I stay here,
you can teach me,
and I can help you
treat your patients.
I'm not planning
on being here that long myself.
Then I can help Dr. Voje.
We'll see what we can do.
I have picked up Gar's ship,
directly ahead.
Again?
I'm reading his bio-signs.
Any sign of the Doctor
or his emitter?
Not yet.
Should I hail Gar?
If we let him know we're here,
he may try to slip away.
We could drop out of warp
at close range
and grab him before he knows
what's happening.
I like it.
Tom...
Tuvok.
He's hailing.
I guess we put him
in the mood to talk.
On screen.
I thought we were friends,
Captain.
Why am I being treated this way?
I think I deserve better.
Where's our Doctor?
I have no idea.
I certainly hope
nothing's happened to him.
Scans are complete.
Neither the mobile emitter
nor the Doctor's program
are aboard
Gar's ship.
Well, of course they're not.
He's trying
to destabilize the tractor beam
with a feedback pulse.
Compensating.
Don't bother, Harry.
Just beam him to the brig.
Tebbis... wake up.
Time to make our rounds.
Locate patient R-12.
Patient R-12 has been
transferred to Level White.
Tebbis has been moved.
I know.
What's Level White?
Some kind of patient
recovery area?
It's the morgue.
I demand an explanation
for the death of that boy.
I'm responsible
for thousands of patients.
You'll have to be more specific.
His name was Tebbis.
Patient R-12.
Acute chromo-viral disease.
He was recovering.
Apparently,
he developed complications.
What kind of complications?
A secondary infection.
It spread rapidly.
How was it treated?
It wasn't.
The patient had exceeded
his medication allotment.
It seems someone had given him
unauthorized injections.
Did you think
I wouldn't find out?
Don't you have
any ethical standards?
You are hardly in a position
to speak to me of ethics.
Lying, stealing...
Any other crimes
you wish to confess?
I was trying to save lives.
And I am trying
to save a society.
Do you really think patient R-12
is going to help me do that?!
His name was Tebbis.
He wasn't contributing.
He was a drain on resources.
You're not just rationing
health care here.
You're getting rid of the sick
and the weak.
If the boy had been fit,
he would have survived.
Why don't you just put a phaser
to their heads?
We're healers, not killers.
I'm going to expose you.
To whom--
the people who employ me?
They brought me here
to make the hard choices
they don't want to make.
From now on, I'm restricting you
to Level Blue.
You've done enough damage
on Red.
You mean those patients
that I treated?
Yes, that was inconsiderate
of me.
It was. You managed
to exceed their annual
medication allotment
in a matter of days.
They're being sent home.
They'll die.
You should have considered
the consequences
of your actions.
Please, don't make them suffer
for my mistakes.
It won't happen again.
I'm making certain of that.
From now on, your time
will be strictly regulated.
Meaning what?
I've interfaced your holo-matrix
with the Allocator.
Starting now, it will determine
where you go, when you go,
and what you do
when you get there.
The Medical Hologram
will now commence treatment
on Level Blue.
You have six minutes
to treat patient B-3.
I don't know where he is.
Not now, perhaps, but you know
where you took him.
The last time I saw him,
he was in your Sick Bay.
If you refuse to cooperate,
your knowledge of his location
can be extracted.
How?
A mind-meld.
W-what's that?
An invasive
and disturbing procedure.
Dinnertime!
Mr. Neelix,
I am in the middle
of an interrogation.
Commander, you know
better than anyone
that Starfleet
has strict guidelines
about allowing prisoners to eat.
Very well.
I'll wait.
There we are.
I'm glad to see you
enjoying a meal.
When you got sick last time,
I thought my food
was to blame, until I realized
it was just a ruse for you
to get close to the Doctor.
I used Talaxian wormroot
as the base.
Mm-hmm.
I'm glad you like it.
Some people react badly.
React how?
Oh, dear, I hope
you're not getting sick.
Mm.
If it's the wormroot,
it's gonna get a lot worse.
What have you done to me?
The usual symptoms
are abdominal spasms,
which increase in severity
for 30 hours...
40 at the most.
Tuvok to Sick Bay.
Don't worry, Mr. Tuvok,
it's not fatal.
It's horribly unpleasant,
but, uh...
there's an antidote.
Then give it to me!
Unfortunately,
our Doctor is the only one
authorized to administer it.
Maybe if you remembered
where he was...
Mr. Neelix...
have you deliberately
poisoned this man?
Relax.
He's just having gas pains.
Your actions are not only
against regulations...
Didn't I hear someone
threaten a mind-meld?
I was merely trying
to encourage the suspect
to be more forthcoming.
Yeah.
I think he's getting
all the encouragement he needs.
Excuse me, Doctor.
What is it?
I need to prepare this patient
for discharge.
I'm not finished with him yet.
But Chellick's orders are to...
Are to discharge the patient
at the end of the shift.
The shift isn't over, is it?
No, sir, but I need time
in order to get the patient...
I'll tell you when he's ready.
Dr. Voje, report to Level Blue
to assist Dr. Dysek in surgery.
Voje!
I didn't realize
that any of this even existed.
I need to talk to you.
I don't have time.
I just got a message
from the Allocator
that Dysek needs me.
I'm the one who sent for you.
I used his access codes.
Oh.
I need you to smuggle
my mobile emitter
off Level Blue.
Time has expired
for treatment of patient B-1.
Proceed to patient B-3.
The Medical Hologram
has one minute
to treat patient B-3.
You have to help me.
12 patients on Level Red
are being sent home
because of you.
That's why we have to hurry.
We may still be able
to save them.
You've already
endangered my patients,
and now you're asking me
to risk my career?
Why should I help you?
Because I have a plan
to heal those patients.
That's what doctors do--
we heal.
So, choose-- what kind of doctor
are you going to be?
The Medical Hologram
has 30 seconds to deactivation.
You hear that?
How can I get you
off this level?
Deactivate my mobile emitter,
and put it in inside
this selenide medkit.
It'll shield the signature.
And then what?
Take it to Level Red,
and reactivate me.
What are you going to do
once you get to Level Red?
The Medical Hologram has
ten seconds to deactivation.
There's no time to explain.
You'll have to trust me.
I suspect young Dr.
Voje helped you escape.
He had nothing to do with it.
No matter.
You're becoming
far too troublesome.
I'm going to have to deactivate
your program.
Voje!
What's wrong with him?
What are you doing?
A little experiment in empathy.
You told me you
were just developing
new treatment protocols.
A single protocol, actually.
You're only making things worse
for yourself.
As a matter of fact,
I'm making things worse for you.
I'm going to make you a patient
in your own hospital.
What was in that injector?
A neural blocker.
Combined with the same virus
that afflicted Tebbis.
I trusted you.
And Tebbis trusted me.
You remember Tebbis, don't you?
Patient R-12?
Maybe this will jog your memory.
What are you doing?
Patient R-12.
Species: Dinaal.
ldentity: Tebbis.
This is ridiculous!
I'm not Tebbis!
But the Allocator
thinks you are.
How did you do...?
Simple-- the Allocator
identifies patients
by reading blood factors.
I altered Chellick's
by injecting him
with antigens from Tebbis.
Now, why don't we see if we can
get your condition treated.
Requesting
one cytoglobin injection
for patient R-12.
Treatment denied.
I order you to medicate me now.
Ordinarily, I would,
but if the Allocator says
"No"...
Is this some sort of revenge?
Not revenge.
Leverage.
I want enough cytoglobin
to cure every infected patient
on this level.
We don't have
an adequate supply.
There's plenty on Level Blue.
Where it's being used
to prevent arterial aging.
Those patients
will survive without it,
but a dozen people
on this level won't.
I will not let them die.
Entering orbit.
Scan for the Doctor's signature.
He's dying.
As soon as we get
the cytoglobin,
we'll be able to treat
all the Level Red patients,
including him.
You said it yourself--
doctors heal.
We don't make patients sick!
I don't know any other way
to help these people.
Dr. Voje...
I need the medicine now.
Sir, I only have
a Level Red clearance.
You know I'm not authorized.
Then find someone who is.
I've got him.
He's aboard a vessel
above the northern continent.
Can you get a lock?
It's not going to be easy.
His program
seems to be interfaced
with the main computer.
Hail the ship.
They're responding;
audio only.
This is Hospital Ship 42.
Allocation Module Alpha.
This is Captain Janeway
of the Starship Voyager.
I would like
to speak with someone
regarding a member of my crew
who is aboard your vessel.
Administrator Chellick
is currently unavailable.
Then may I speak
with someone else?
Only Administrator Chellick
is authorized to communicate
with alien species.
Are we having a problem here?
Dysek. Finally.
I-I'm sorry.
I had to tell him.
What are you waiting for?
Give me the cytoglobin.
I don't think I can.
What are you saying?
Cytoglobin isn't authorized
for Level Red patients.
Dysek!
I don't want to break the rules.
I made the rules!
Then you should be pleased
I hold them in such high regard.
I'm sorry, Captain--
I can't transport him
without damaging his matrix.
Then you'll have
to go down there and get him.
Aye, Captain.
Chakotay.
Don't tell me you're allied
with this defective hologram.
No, but he has given me insight
into some of the intricacies
of our system.
For example, did you know
if I don't request
enough resources
for Level Blue this month,
I won't get what I need
next month?
What are you talking about?!
You know, Doctor,
one way to increase
your allocation of resources
on Level Blue
would be to increase
the number of patients.
I know at least a dozen people
who should be treated
for arterial aging.
Saving their lives would
be just a side effect.
Hmm. Perhaps we should
have them transferred
to Level Blue.
If you're looking
for a second opinion, I concur.
Well... Chellick...
what do you think?
It's absurd!
We'd have to transfer you
to Level Blue as well.
You'd get your cytoglobin.
Doctor.
It's nice to see
some friendly faces.
We're gonna get you out of here.
Who do we talk to
about accessing
their main computer?
I'll be with you in a moment.
I'm with a... patient.
Do we have an agreement?
Yes.
You've managed to stay
well while I was away.
I'm giving you
a clean bill of health.
You were only away four days.
A lot can happen in four days--
injuries, infections...
malfunctions.
As you said, I'm fine.
Thank you.
I was wondering
if you'd mind doing me a favor?
I'd like you
to give me a checkup.
Have you been
experiencing problems?
No, but as you said,
I've been off the ship
for awhile,
interfaced
with an alien computer.
Your program appears
to be operating
within normal parameters.
Really?
What about over
the past several days?
There's no indication
of diminished capacity.
No problems
with my ethical subroutines?
None.
I see.
You seem disappointed.
While I was aboard that ship...
I poisoned a man.
Deliberately?
Yes.
I was trying to force him
to let me treat patients
who were dying.
You were prepared
to sacrifice an individual
to benefit a collective.
No offense, Seven,
but I don't exactly aspire
to Borg ideals.
You were hoping your behavior
was the result of a malfunction.
I'm sorry, Doctor,
but I must give you
a clean bill of health.