Star Trek: Voyager s01e16 Episode Script

Good morning, children.
I am your new governess, Mrs Davenport.
Too formal.
Henry, Beatrice.
I am so glad to meet you.
I've heard so much about you and I'm sure we'll be very good friends.
Too familiar.
I'm Mrs Davenport.
Your father has asked me to be your new governess.
Something he did without mentioning it to us.
Good morning, children.
It's good to see you.
You must be Henry.
And this is Beatrice.
Henry Burleigh.
Viscount Timmins.
My sister, the Lady Beatrice Flora.
You will address us as "my lord" and "my lady".
Of course my lord.
Please, sit down.
Let's get to know one another, shall we? I'm Mrs Davenport.
I hope to be a friend to you as well as a governess.
In ullam rem ne properemus.
- I beg your pardon? - In ullam rem ne properemus.
Is your Latin a bit rusty? I suppose it is.
Then I don't see how you'll be doing my lessons with me.
My lord, I assure you that I am more than qualified to instruct you.
I may have to brush up on my Latin, but when it comes to mathematics and the sciences, I'm sure you'll find my lessons challenging.
And Beatrice what do you like to study? - Nothing.
- Not even painting or needlework? I just made my first sampler.
I finished it yesterday.
- Did you? I'd love to see it sometime.
- I don't have it.
I gave it to Mother.
Beatrice! My sister is confused.
She gave the sampler to Mother before she died.
- No, I didn't.
I gave it to her last night.
- Beatrice! - I talked to her.
- Beatrice is upset, Mrs Davenport.
She hasn't accepted our mother's death.
Beatrice I know it was a terrible thing to lose your mother.
She's not dead.
I saw her last night! What have you done to my sister? Computer restore characters in program Janeway Lambda-1.
Unable to comply.
There's a power disruption to energy grid Beta-4.
- Janeway to bridge.
Report.
- Power fluctuations on deck 6, Captain.
- Mr Tuvok is investigating.
- Keep me informed.
Janeway out.
Tuvok to Lieutenant Torres.
Has any equipment repair been authorised? - Negative.
What's going on? - Standby.
Be careful! Sorry.
You might have broken the connection.
Crewman Dalby, what are you doing here? One of the bio-neural gel packs was malfunctioning.
- I had to replace it.
- Did you inform Lieutenant Torres? No.
I'm taking this to engineering for analysis.
We have a protocol for such procedures.
I was in the area and fixed it.
What's the problem? Your repair interrupted a number of ship's functions.
- That's the problem.
- I'm used to doing things differently.
On our ship, when something went wrong, you fixed it.
I would remind you that you are no longer on a Maquis ship.
I'm well aware of that, Lieutenant.
And every day I regret it.
I was just trying to do my job.
Trying to help out.
If that goes against Starfleet's rules, put me in the brig.
Otherwise, leave me alone.
Captain's log, stardate 48846.
5.
Ordinarily, the loss of a gel pack would be a minor inconvenience.
But here it's a reminder of the precarious nature of our journey.
The gel packs have an extremely reliable track record.
They are almost impossible to damage.
Why did this one malfunction? Unknown.
Lieutenant Torres is running an analysis.
- The unit has been replaced.
- How many are left in reserve? They run half the critical systems on this ship.
Once they run out, that's it.
We can't replicate new ones.
It's possible to switch some systems to conventional isolinear circuits.
- Start looking into it.
- There is another matter to discuss.
I am concerned about crewman Dalby.
He made unauthorised repairs to a damaged gel pack.
When confronted, he lost control.
How so? He became angry to the point of insubordination.
Dalby.
I've heard complaints about him.
This is not the first incident involving him.
Last week he tampered with systems to increase a friend's replicator rations.
And he's missed three of his last ten duty shifts.
Commander, you know Mr Dalby well.
What might be bothering him? Dalby's always been pretty aggressive.
My guess is, the man's frustrated.
He's not used to dealing with Starfleet protocol and procedure.
A starship cannot run without protocols.
His attitude is disrupting operations.
What do you suggest? Dragging him in front of a disciplinary board? - Perhaps that would be best.
- I doubt that's going to help.
Dalby's not the only Maquis who's having problems adjusting.
Besides, it's not only a matter of attitude, but also of experience.
It's not fair to expect Starfleet behaviour from those not in the Academy.
What do you propose? We need to bring some of these people up to speed.
Instruct them in how to run a Starfleet vessel.
Show them why we do things the way we do.
Give them an opportunity to feel part of the team.
A crash course in Starfleet operations.
Field training.
Exactly.
What do you think, Mr Tuvok? Are you up to training a group of raw cadets? Me? You taught at the Academy for 16 years.
You'd be perfect.
Commander Chakotay would be a more logical choice.
He is a Maquis, as well as their former captain.
That's my point.
He doesn't have to earn their respect.
We do.
Very well, Captain.
I will prepare a curriculum.
Commander, pick out the Maquis crew members you feel would benefit most.
Have them report to Lieutenant Tuvok at the next duty shift.
Right.
Don't worry, I'll tell them to take it easy on you.
Good morning.
We are here as the Captain feels you'd benefit from training.
- Consequently - I think we need clarification.
Why have we been singled out for this honour? The answer would seem to be self-evident.
Interrupting a senior officer is not acceptable behaviour.
The purpose is to familiarise you with Starfleet protocols.
So that mistakes will be minimised.
Still, the fact remains If I may have permission to speak Thank you.
You must have noticed certain problems with each member of this select group or we wouldn't be here.
- I can't imagine why I'm included - Crewman Chell Your report indicates that you are talkative, disruptive and unreliable.
You promise to do tasks which then go undone.
That is a complete exaggeration.
Just yesterday, I overhauled the servicing system - You will speak only when spoken to.
- Lieutenant, I was just - Start running now.
- But This class will adhere to standards established for Starfleet cadets.
There will be physical training and academic studies.
As well as tactical situations.
Crewman, have you been listening to me? - I did not hear that answer.
- Yes.
Speak up, crewman.
- I said, yes.
- Look at me when I'm talking to you.
- Leave him alone.
- What was that? I said leave him alone.
Can't you see he's just a kid.
- He shouldn't even be here.
- We think he should.
You'll probably have me running This whole thing is insulting.
We didn't ask to come aboard this ship.
We've done our best and now you're telling us that's not good enough.
- That is correct.
- Well, maybe that's just too bad.
Maybe we've done our best and that's as good as you'll get.
How about it? Does anybody want to be here? - I don't have anything to learn.
- I don't think he's going to phaser us.
I'd rather be in the brig than in here.
So let's go.
Crewmen, you are demonstrating rank insubordination.
- I order you to stay where you are.
- Chell! Come on! We're leaving.
Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to leave like that.
- They won't let us get away with it.
- What will they do? Keep us in the brig for 70 years? Everyone is needed.
Nothing will happen.
It's not like we're guilty of mutiny.
We'll just keep doing our jobs.
We're just not going to jump through any Starfleet hoops.
You want to give me your version? Commander, we'll live up to our responsibilities on this ship.
But we won't be treated like teenage cadets.
- I see.
- It was ridiculous.
- Tuvok had Chell running laps.
- And he was picking on Gerron.
- I don't like it.
- Really? Commander, you know that we're used to playing with a different rulebook.
There's the Starfleet way and there's the Maquis way.
- You want to do it the Maquis way? - That's right.
That's always worked for us.
That's the Maquis way too, isn't it? If you want to keep doing it the Maquis way, that's fine with me.
We can do that everyday, until you report to Lieutenant Tuvok.
You understand me? What? How does a Starfleet crewman answer a question? Yes sir.
Does anybody else have a problem? These are your study assignments for next week.
Examinations will be conducted randomly with no advance notice.
I will now inspect your uniforms.
Crewman Henley, your headband is certainly festive.
- Thank you.
- It's in violation of regulations.
Please check the protocol files for recommended guidelines.
- What is this? - It's a kazleti design.
I studied the technique when I visited their planet.
- I know it doesn't look complicated - It's in violation of the dress code.
- You could hardly see it.
- You will remove it now.
- I know.
I'll have to take off the earring.
- Correct.
Also, your boots are scuffed.
From now on, you'll arrive in polished boots.
Yes, sir.
- Do you have a problem, Mr Dalby? - No, sir.
Very well.
You will all report to me on deck 11 at 1900 hours.
Dismissed.
- What will we be doing? - You'll find that out at 1900 hours.
Dismissed.
I'm going through with this field training as ordered.
But I can't say it's very productive.
It feels like punishment.
You're afraid you won't make it.
That you'll fail this training.
Excuse me? That's not what I said or what I'm thinking.
What? You think I can't make it through this ridiculous exercise? - That's absurd! - Fine.
Then make it through.
- It's another power failure! - It's the gel packs again.
Deck 4, section 9C.
Bridge to engineering.
Report.
It's another malfunction.
We're putting a repair crew on it now.
Dalby, replace the failed gel pack and check out the adjoining circuits.
We can't keep replacing these things.
Ensign, you're in charge till I get back.
I'll be in sickbay.
- What is it? - It's your new patient.
It's one of the bio-neural gel packs.
Yes, I'm aware of these devices.
But I've never seen one.
I can't find anything mechanically wrong with it.
I thought you could look at the biological component.
Interesting.
Initiate the scan.
Scanning beam is active.
- What? - The patient is sick.
Can you be more specific? Discussing this in front of the patient would breach professional etiquette.
It's been suggested I cultivate a greater sensitivity to my patients' needs.
- Don't worry, my little friend.
- Doctor! The biological component has an infection.
A very contagious one.
- Is the crew in any danger? - I don't detect any infection in you.
The contagion isn't harmful to humanoids.
If it were, we would have seen evidence of illness by now.
In order to protect the circuitry, you'll have to isolate all the affected packs.
I'll take the forward grids off-line.
We'll lose replicators.
I can re-route the primary systems.
How long do you need? I don't know.
Unless we find the source of the infection, we can't stop it.
OK.
I'll tell the captain.
You'll be taking a 10 kilometre run.
I've cleared deck 13 of personnel.
Make sure your packs are secured to avoid chafing.
Could I just carry Henley? She weighs the same! We will get to deck 13 by using the Jefferies tubes.
- At least it's only two decks down.
- Not that way, crewman.
- We'll get to deck 13 via the mess hall.
- That's on deck 2! We'd have to crawl through over 50 Jefferies tubes.
I'm glad to see your knowledge of the ship's structure is improving.
Crewman Gerron, lead the way.
Thank you! You can stay there as long as you like.
This pack feels like it's filled with latinum bricks.
Crewman Gerron, what is the problem up there? Keep going.
Maybe he'll slip and plunge to his death.
Be my guest.
- The 10 kilometres begin now.
- My legs feel like lead pipes! - Keep your mind on something else.
- The pain in my shoulders? - That was a run of 10.
1 kilometres.
- That was a death march! You may be experiencing difficulty.
I increased gravity on this deck by 10%.
What? You don't know what conditions you may encounter.
You must be prepared for anything.
Crewmen Gerron and Chell, you have not completed your run.
We have lapped you three times.
You will finish the 10 kilometres now.
We'll repeat this tomorrow.
I'll expect you to better your performance.
Have you found traces of the bacteria? I've checked the logs.
The biofilter didn't pick up anything.
We stopped at that planet, Napinne Brought on some food stores.
- Some of it looked strange.
- Right.
Varmeliate fibre whole green putillos, and schplicht.
- Schplicht? - Grakel milk.
I've looked at the logs.
Everything checked out.
Let's go over the environmental systems.
Maybe it's airborne.
- He's been at it since before I got here.
- Chell! What are you doing? Mr Tuvok ordered me to degauss the entire transporter room.
- But you're using a micro-resonator.
- I know.
Why not use the magneton scanner? You'd be done in five minutes.
Tuvok told him to use the micro-resonator.
- But he'll be at it for hours! - Mr Tuvok estimated 26.
3 hours.
- Sounds like a Tuvok estimate.
- Well, good luck.
You missed a spot.
Security log, supplemental.
I've recreated the Voyager bridge on the holodeck and scheduled a war game simulation.
I hope that an exercise in teamwork will instil a sense of participation.
On the bridge we depend on the smooth functioning of every crewman.
You are the captain's eyes, ears and hands.
You must function as one perfectly-tuned unit.
Mr Dalby, I understand you have command experience.
- Yes, sir.
- You have the bridge.
The programme will present you with random events that you must deal with in whatever manner you see fit.
I understand.
Programme will be initiated when you set a course.
- All set? - Ready.
Mr Chell, ahead warp 6.
Heading 159, mark 7.
Mr Gerron, what's the nearest star system? I'm showing a red giant system, There are eight planets.
- We're picking up a distress call.
- Source? Unknown.
There's subspace interference.
- Gerron, can you get a fix? - Sensors show a Ferengi ship.
It's heavily damaged.
Eight life-form readings very faint.
- Hail them.
- They're not responding.
I must point out that the Ferengi have deceived other ships by pretending to be damaged.
We could be falling into a trap.
We have a duty to offer humanitarian aid, if we can.
Chell, change course to intercept.
- Course laid in, sir.
- Proceed.
A Romulan warbird is decloaking off the port bow.
Red Alert.
Hail them.
Let them know we're on a rescue mission.
- They're powering up weapons.
- No response to the hail.
- Evasive manoeuvres, Mr Chell.
- Initiating evasion sequence.
We've been hit on the lateral phaser array.
Shields at 81%.
- Arm all forward phasers.
- A second ship is decloaking.
It's launching torpedoes.
Damage to decks 11 through 15.
Reports of casualties.
Arm all photon banks.
Mr Chell, continuous evasive action.
- Henley, fire at will.
- Aye, sir.
Hull breach on deck 9.
Keep firing, Henley.
Let's do as much damage as we can.
Computer, reset programme.
Your first command together was less than successful.
You are all dead.
It was a no-win situation.
What were we supposed to do? Can anyone answer that question? I thought we went by the book.
I certainly did everything I could possibly do.
My evasive action sequences cannot be faltered.
At least we went out with our phasers firing.
Mr Gerron, do you have something to add? - What does it matter? - It matters.
If you don't learn from your mistakes, you'll repeat them.
I was in command.
Blame me.
The crew were following my orders.
Have you reached a conclusion? I thought I did everything I could.
We were just out-gunned.
I see.
Did the possibility of retreat not occur to you? - Retreat? - I can't believe you'd say that! The strongest tactical move is to reap the highest gain at the lowest cost.
Going out with "phasers firing" may seem heroic, but it is merely foolish.
Retreat is often the best option.
Well, Mr Tuvok, once more you've proven your point.
We're just not Starfleet material.
Are we dismissed sir? Dismissed.
Computer, exit.
I feel that my services, as morale officer, are required.
- You are wrong.
- Really? One, no cup of tea.
Two, no padd.
Three, you're sitting on the opposite side from usual.
That tells me you've got something on your mind.
What tells me that it's making you miserable is that cloud of doom that's rising from you like a ground fog.
I cannot imagine that there are visual emanations that can tell you my mood.
- You are making wild assumptions.
- Maquis trainees getting you down? I don't believe they're responding well to my instruction.
What seems to be the problem? That's what I've been trying to determine.
I'm afraid that I'm at a loss.
I have taught thousands of cadets.
And I have never encountered these difficulties.
My methods are sound and time-honoured.
I insist on strict adherence to rules and protocols.
I never waiver from that approach.
I've always been successful in honing each cadet into a Starfleet officer.
Come with me.
I want to show you something.
These are keela flowers.
Beautiful and strong.
The stem is flexible and impossible to break.
But, occasionally, on the same plant, there's a bloom which is not so flexible.
Here's one.
And when the stem is brittle it breaks.
You're saying that the Maquis crew is rigid and inflexible.
That they will never adjust to Starfleet rules.
No, Mr Vulcan.
I'm saying that you are rigid and inflexible.
Maybe if you learn to bend a little you might have better luck with your class.
Those Maquis aren't Starfleet cadets.
You can't treat them the same way.
Get to know them.
Try to find out what they're like inside.
You might discover a better teaching method.
I'm not sure I have the ability to "find out what they're like inside".
Mr Neelix, what is that? Brill cheese! I made it from that schplicht we brought on board.
Ensign Ashmore asked for something called macaroni and cheese.
Cheese.
You must cultivate bacteria to make cheese.
Of course.
Captain's log, stardate 48859.
3.
Lieutenant Tuvok has reported a possible explanation for the infection in the gel packs.
I have asked Lieutenant Torres and her team to investigate Neelix's kitchen.
Get me a schematic of the airflow patterns for the whole ship.
The cheese is full of volatile bacterial spores.
It must stay isolated in this containment field.
- What is this? - That's a Laurelian pudding.
It has to simmer for four hours.
The spores must have travelled through that intake and then into the ventilation system.
They were disseminated throughout the ship, infecting the circuitry.
I feel awful about this.
I assure you, I had no idea.
More gel packs must be down.
If this gets into the environmental systems, we may be in further trouble.
Neelix, this wasn't your fault.
The important thing is we've found the source.
Get the cheese to sickbay.
The doctor should look at it as soon as possible.
You may break, Mr Dalby.
OK.
- Do you play pool often? - Not really.
I did when I was younger.
- Do you have a family? - What is this about? - Pardon.
- This little exercise.
Are we testing my social skills? Does Starfleet have rules about them? I had thought we could get to know each other.
Perhaps then our relationship would function more smoothly.
Get to know each other? OK.
Here's the brief history of Kenneth Dalby.
We lived on the Bajoran frontier.
It was a hard life.
I coped by getting into trouble.
I was angry at everybody and everything.
Till the woman came along who taught me about love.
For a while, I wasn't angry any more.
Three Cardassians raped her and smashed her skull.
I joined the Maquis and tried to slaughter as many of them as I could.
How about you? Any family? I do.
But there is nothing to report that would compare with your story.
I have observed that you seem to be protective of Mr Gerron.
- Have you formed a friendship? - No.
He won't let me get close.
First time I saw him, I thought I was looking at myself at that age.
I thought maybe I could be a friend.
Maybe he wouldn't turn out how I did.
But I didn't have much luck.
Then we got stuck out here.
Being so far away from home is hard on somebody that young.
Don't make him more miserable than he is already.
Commander Chakotay recommended Mr Gerron for this programme.
He felt that if the young man were able to learn new skills, to set goals and accomplish them, it may help him feel better about himself.
- That's why he's in this group? - We want it to be positive for everyone.
If you say so.
But understand this, Lieutenant.
I don't want to get to know you and I don't want to be your friend.
This is the most pernicious infective agent I've ever seen.
It attacked every cell in the gel pack's biological matrix.
I've exposed it to every anti-bacterial agent we have.
It hasn't responded.
Sickbay to bridge.
What's happening? We're losing more bio-neural circuitry.
- Tell me you have good news.
- I'm afraid not.
- I'm at a loss but we'll keep trying.
- Please do.
Janeway out.
It's curious that these bacteria didn't show in any of our diagnostic scans.
But if the bacteria didn't spread from the cheese, how did the gel packs get infected? - Viruses can live inside bacteria.
- Of course, a virus.
The bacteria could be hosts to the infectious virus.
They are so small they can escape detection.
Maybe we should try the anti-viral agents.
It's certainly worth a try.
I think the inertial dampeners are malfunctioning.
- Along with other things.
- Class dismissed.
Return to stations.
Lieutenant! We're stuck in here.
The bio-neural network is failing.
We're losing systems faster than we can compensate.
- Isolinear circuitry? - Torres is working on it.
- It can't maintain life-support yet.
- Propulsion is down.
Every system on the main grid is down.
Including turbolifts and life-support.
- Bridge to engineering.
- Torres here.
Transfer power to life-support and keep working on the isolinear circuitry.
- The manual override isn't working.
- Can't get the cargo door open, either.
Tuvok to bridge.
Is anyone receiving this message? It appears our stations will have to do without us for the time being.
Captain, life-support is failing.
Deck 15 has lost all power.
Sickbay to bridge.
I believe we may have something.
The gel packs are incapable of responding to an infection in the same way that humanoid organisms do.
- With a fever.
- Exactly.
We have experimented with heating the samples and the results are promising.
We don't have the heat needed to wipe out a ship-wide infection.
- Janeway to Torres.
- Torres here.
If we wanted to super-heat the gel packs, how could we do it? We could infuse the circuits with a high-energy plasma burst.
But we'd have to generate it by inverting the warp-field toward the ship.
We could produce the energy by getting the warp engines to 80% of maximum while we're standing still.
Then initiate the plasma burst.
Can we get to 80%? If we re-route the emergency power to the warp engines, but it's a risky move.
I'm aware of that but I think we have to try it.
Divert all power, including life-support, to the warp engines.
Mr Paris, deactivate the nacelle control system.
Prepare to engage the warp engines.
Nacelle control deactivated.
- Ready to go.
- Do it! What's that noise? - This conduit is getting very hot.
- So am I.
It's getting awfully warm in here.
Something's very wrong.
I don't like this at all.
I think the captain is trying to deal with the systems failures.
Not knowing what that entails may lead us to think the worst.
We must not let fear get the best of us.
Mr Gerron, it's possible the console in the control room is still functioning.
See if you can open the doors from there.
We can also attempt to access one of the Jefferies tubes through the bulkhead.
I don't know about the bacteria, but I'm ready to pass out.
Engines are only 74% of maximum.
That's not enough for a plasma burst.
Increase anti-matter flow.
It's having an effect.
Temperature is at Mr Paris, get us to 80% of maximum somehow.
I'll try.
- We're at 360 kelvins.
- Engines are at 79% of maximum.
- I think we can risk it.
- Bridge to Torres.
- Initiate the plasma burst.
- It may blow some conduits.
Acknowledged.
The plasma gas will be toxic in minutes.
We must leave immediately.
What about Gerron? - We can't leave him! - Get in the Jefferies tube.
- I can't lose any more of you.
- What's that? A Starfleet rule? It's tactically correct to sacrifice the few for the many.
I don't give a Circassian fig what's correct.
I'm going back for him.
Get in the Jefferies tube now! I will break your arm if you do not follow my order.
- I won't forget.
You're letting him die! - Keep moving! Janeway to sickbay, report.
Bacterial levels are dropping.
We should be able to purge the system within a few minutes.
We need life-support back on-line as soon as possible.
I'll get back to you right away, Captain.
Sickbay to bridge.
Can anyone hear me? - Come in, Doctor.
- All bacteria have been destroyed.
The danger of further infection has passed.
Mr Kim, start getting our systems back on-line.
Aye, Captain.
Come on, come on! I think he's all right.
I thought Starfleet rules said that was an unacceptable risk saving him.
It was.
However, I've realised that there are times when it is desirable to bend the rules.
Lieutenant, if you can learn to bend the rules I guess we can learn to follow them.
Let's get you two to sickbay.