Star Trek: The Next Generation s02e06 Episode Script

Medical log, stardate 42437.
5 Ira Graves is arguably the greatest|human mind in the universe.
He lives in near isolation|on a remote planet, devoting full time to his research.
Eight hours ago, his assistant|urgently requested medical aid.
I only hope we can reach him in time.
Any response from Gravesworld? Not since|their initial communication.
They ask for help,|then cut off transmission, so they can't tell|if any help is on the way.
Ensign, what's our ETA at the planet? Starfleet considers|Graves's molecular-cybernetics work to be at a critical stage.
They|consider this a priority-one action.
A man is ill.
|Treating him is my priority one, regardless of who he is.
- Why does Data want to see us?|- He mentioned his new image.
- He's been acting kinda strange.
|- How so? If I didn't know better, I'd say|he was showing signs of insecurity.
But you do know better.
|Androids don't feel such things.
Sometimes I think he's becoming|more human than any of us realise.
Come in.
- Data?|- Geordi? Is Counsellor Troi there? Yes, Data.
|Geordi said you wanted to see us.
Indeed.
Or, stated more correctly,|I wanted you to see me.
- Can we come in?|- Please.
Did you damage your face, Data? It is a beard, Geordi.
|A fine, full, dignified beard.
One which commands respect and projects|thoughtfulness and dignity.
Well? Opinions? It's very different.
When I stroke the beard thusly, do I not appear more intellectual? I'm sorry.
I have to go now.
|Goodbye.
Why was she laughing? We are receiving a transmission|from Gravesworld, sir.
It's unfocused, not directed|specifically at us.
On viewer, Mr Worf.
If anyone can hear me, please send|a doctor.
Things are getting worse.
Try and raise her, Mr Crusher.
|Tell them we're only minutes away.
It's no good, sir.
|They're not receiving us.
She and Graves|live on the planet alone, sir.
Then what scared her? Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages|of the Starship Enterprise.
Its continuing mission,|to explore strange new worlds, .
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to seek out new life|and new civilizations, .
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to boldly go|where no one has gone before.
Captain, I am picking up a signal,|but not from the planet.
On screen, Mr Worf.
- The signal is weak.
Audio only.
|- Pipe it through.
Mayday! This is the USS|requesting assistance.
The outer hull breached,|environmental systems compromised.
The Constantinople|is in that vicinity.
She's a transport ship,|used to ferry settlers.
I'm showing 2,012 colonists aboard.
Outer-hull breach.
|Must be an internal explosion.
If so, they'll all be prone|to severe hypoxia.
Their lives are at risk.
|We've got to help them.
What about Graves? He is one man.
Why not execute a long-range|transport of an away team to assist Graves? We'd be out of warp|long enough to energize the beam.
A touch-and-go down-warping? - Ensign, prepare to make it so.
|- Aye, sir.
Engineering.
Mr La Forge?|We'll execute a near-warp transport.
This may be tricky.
|I want you to do it.
Yes, Captain.
I'm on my way.
Assemble an away team.
|Include whoever the Doctor needs.
Sir, hundreds on the Constantinople|may need emergency attention.
- I should be there to supervise.
|- Who will replace you? Lt Selar.
|She has my complete confidence.
Worf, let's go.
Phaser on stun, Mr Worf.
We don't know the situation.
|Don't take chances.
- Agreed, sir.
|- Now, remember.
In a near-warp transport,|the effects may be unusual.
- What do you mean?|- You'll see.
- Energize.
|- Wait.
I don't understand.
You do now.
For a moment,|I thought I was stuck in that wall.
For a moment, you were.
- Data to Enterprise.
|- I read you, Commander.
Go ahead.
We are inside Graves's home.
All is quiet,|but no one knew we were coming.
Use caution but protect|Graves's health at all costs.
Understood, sir.
|I suggest we see if anyone is home.
No need, Commander.
You heard me.
Thank God.
I'm Kareen Brianon,|Dr Graves's assistant.
We're from the Enterprise.
We monitored your call|but you never acknowledged us.
Sorry.
I couldn't take the chance.
Chance? What chance? The chance I might|find out someone was coming.
Kareen knew I would not be pleased,|to put it mildly.
I had no choice.
I refuse|to just watch you deteriorate.
- What symptoms have you noticed?|- Pain.
Shortness of breath.
- Irritability.
|- Ridiculous! I'm as healthy as a Rigelian ox.
He's not himself, believe me.
|His temper is out of control.
- Nonsense!|- Ira! I am a doctor.
Lt Selar.
No offence,|but I don't want you touching me.
I don't like people much|and I like doctors even less.
I thought most doctors were people.
You're wrong.
Ask any patient.
Though, for a doctor,|you're not a bad-looking woman.
What have we got here? Another|lovely specimen of womanhood.
I thought you didn't like people.
Women aren't people.
They're women.
I'm Deanna Troi.
|It's an honour to meet you.
Of course.
This is one of|the great moments of your life.
Excuse me, sir, are you a Romulan? - Hardly.
|- He's a Klingon, Kareen.
Kareen's lived here since|her father died when she was young.
I taught her all she knows|of unhuman races.
Klingons and Romulans|don't look much alike, Kareen, even though they act much alike.
Must I stand here and be insulted? No insult intended, Mr Klingon.
You see, Doctor, there's|nothing wrong with my hearing.
My! Lt Cmdr Data Absolutely no aesthetic value|whatsoever.
Looks like Soong's work.
Correct.
Did you know Dr Soong? Know him? I taught him|everything he knows.
You could say that I was|the father of his work.
Which kinda makes me|your grandfather, sonny.
Damn doctors!|Always sneaking up on one.
Attacking from the rear.
Go on, gorgeous.
Spit it out.
Whatever it is, I can take it.
I've checked twice to make certain.
You have Darnay's disease.
I'm sorry, Dr Graves.
|It's in its final stage.
Can't you do something for him? In all cases, Darnay's is terminal.
Captain's log, stardate 42437.
7.
We've repaired the stricken liner,|Constantinople.
They have been treated|and supplied with medicines.
We are heading back|to Gravesworld at speed.
- I have noticed, Doctor|- Call me Grandpa.
Seems more touching|in my final hours.
I have noticed, Grandpa, that you keep repeating a musical|phrase I am unfamiliar with.
It's an ancient little tune|called If I Only Had A Heart.
A plaintive lament|sung by a mechanical man who longs to be human.
|It's his only wish.
- What happens to him?|- He finds out he's human after all.
Always was.
Just worried so much,|he never realized it.
A happy ending.
|The mechanical man gets his wish.
Stories often have happy endings.
It's life that throws you for a loop.
It must be so hard for you,|to be so close to being human and yet never really knowing|what it's like to know pain.
But .
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pain is unpleasant, is it not? Pain.
Lust.
Envy.
Pleasure.
Desire.
Do you know what desire is, Data? Desire? To long for,|to crave, a wish, a request.
Do you know what desire is? No.
I do not suppose|I will ever really know.
I feel pity for you.
Your existence must be|a kind of walking purgatory.
Neither dead nor alive.
|Never really feeling anything.
Just existing.
Listen to me.
A dying man takes the time to mourn|a man who will never know death.
Funny, isn't it? Funny.
I have had great difficulty|determining what funny is.
I've had the same difficulty|most of my life.
We're much alike.
I'd say he has a week.
|That's an estimate.
The disease attacks the brain|and nervous system.
We can expect more erratic behaviour|of the kind you've noticed.
His feelings towards you|are very warm.
He is attracted to you in many ways.
Attracted? I know I've felt certain feelings|from him.
And for him.
Had I been older,|perhaps we could have been That's not the way it worked out.
And now it's like|he's afraid to face me.
The only one he talks to|is your friend, Data.
You mentioned|your impending death, Grandpa.
You face it with remarkable courage|and stoicism.
That is because|I am an incredible man, possessing an iron will|and nerves of steel.
Two traits that have helped me|become the genius I am today and the lady-killer I was|in days gone by.
You condone homicide, sir? It's an expression, Data.
It means I was once|as beautiful as I am smart.
- Really, Grandpa?|- No, not really.
But, what the hell? I'm dying.
I can remember my life|any way I want.
But I'll let you into|a little secret, sonny.
I don't really believe|I will be dying.
- But the Doctor|- I'll die.
But I won't really be dead.
You see, I believe I've learned to transfer the wealth|of my knowledge into a computer.
Before I die, I plan to transfer|my great intellect into this machine, thus cheating the Grim Reaper|of his greatest prize.
But what would you know of death? It is a subject|forever alien to you.
That is not necessarily true.
I do|have an off button, if you will.
Its activation robs me|of my consciousness, therefore rendering me dead.
I do not enjoy contemplating it.
I can understand that.
Just where would Soong position|such a device? Don't tell me.
Let me guess.
Captain to away team.
|We're standing by.
I do not wish to interrupt|Data and the Doctor.
They have a rapport.
|But the Enterprise is in orbit.
I'd like to transfer Graves|to the ship.
That will not be necessary, Doctor.
|He is gone.
Gone? It happened a few moments ago,|in my arms.
Ira Graves is dead.
Captain's log, supplemental.
I leave Gravesworld|with the knowledge that our mission was unsuccessful.
Whatever scientific secrets|Ira Graves was about to unlock have been lost for ever.
Our priority is to reach a star base so that Graves's assistant|can get on with her life.
Why didn't you contact Dr Selar when you saw|that he was beginning to go? It would have been pointless.
|All things must pass.
- May I go now, sir?|- Yes, of course.
We will try to honour him in the manner in which he specified? I said we would, Data.
I am glad, sir.
|It was his dying wish.
Hello, Data.
|It's good to see you again.
The stars|are so beautiful from space.
You always did love the sky.
A stargazer.
That is what you are.
Did Ira tell you that? I guess he's right.
I used to spend hours|just lying on a hill, looking up.
Ira never told you|how beautiful you were to him.
He never told you, did he? He could not tell you.
|Do you understand? Yes.
I understand.
But he wanted to.
Every waking moment.
He wanted you to know that.
You were everything to him.
He was a fine man.
A man of rare gifts .
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and great accomplishments.
He will be sorely missed.
Anyone else have anything to say? I have a few words to say, sir.
Just look at that face.
The face of a thinker.
A warrior.
A man .
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for all seasons.
Yes, Ira Graves was all that|and more.
But he was not perfect.
Perhaps his greatest flaw|was that he was too selfless.
He cared too much|for his fellow man, with nary a thought for himself.
A man|of limitless accomplishments .
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and unbridled modesty.
I can safely say|that to know him was to love him.
And to love him .
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was to know him.
Those who knew him loved him, .
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while those who did not know him .
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loved him from afar.
- Data.
|- I'm almost finished, sir.
You are finished.
We now commit the body of Ira Graves|to the timeless depths of space.
I am sorry, sir.
Perhaps my admiration for Grandpa|got the best of me.
Grandpa? That is how I think of him.
My only|living relative.
No longer living.
Data I was only trying|to carry out his wishes, sir.
I wanted to keep my promise to him.
I know that, Data.
Look,|I realise you've been studying the human equation|with great alacrity, but perhaps|you've been working at it too much.
Don't try so hard to be human.
|Just be yourself.
Alright? Yes, sir.
I will work|on staying within myself.
Grand.
You're dismissed, Mr Data.
Thank you, sir.
Captain's personal log.
Data has assured me that his odd|behaviour will return to normal, but I think something|went wrong on Gravesworld.
I'm still concerned, Captain.
|I've never seen him act like this.
Could it be the grandfather analogy|that Graves planted in his head? Data is an orphan,|in a manner of speaking.
Is it possible that the loss|of Graves might have affected him? Touched him on some emotional|level we didn't know he possessed? I hope you're right.
I hope that's all it is.
That was a great speech, Data.
"To know him is to love him|is to know him.
" Verbal composition|at its most sophisticated level.
Your childlike mind cannot|appreciate the wisdom of my words.
Childlike mind? When you get to be my age,|you will understand.
Your age? Data, chronologically,|you're not much older than I am.
You are only as old as you feel.
|Try to remember that, boy.
Are you turning into a philosopher? I am many things.
|Scholar, artist, philosopher, .
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lover, genius.
Data, what's wrong with you? How beautiful! I thought you'd enjoy the bridge.
I'm aware of your interest|in science.
I'm aware of your interest in her.
What was that, Commander? Nothing, sir.
Nothing at all.
These are the science stations.
From the command centre, we have|control of the science stations Data, what are you doing? I detest hypocrisy.
|I wish they would just admit it! Admit what, Mr Data? That your interest in Kareen|is not purely professional.
Try as you will,|you cannot win her heart.
She does not care for older men.
Or men of limited intellect.
Mr Data, you will come with me now.
|Do you understand me? I understand.
|I understand all too well.
Removing the competition|will not help you, Picard.
Excuse me.
- Do you know what that was about?|- Jealousy.
Intense, burning jealousy.
A human emotion|and it was coming from Data.
If you wish to apologize,|I am prepared to listen.
You expect me to apologize to you? You were a bit rude to me.
Might make you feel better|if you said you were sorry.
Data, something is wrong|with your circuitry.
Ridiculous.
|I'm as healthy as a Rigelian ox.
I wish I could believe that.
I would accompany you to sickbay|but I doubt if that would help.
Sickbay? - Are you ill, Captain?|- I'm getting there.
I'll have Engineering|run a full physical on you.
That will not be necessary.
|I can run a circuit check on myself.
It will immediately|determine any abnormalities.
Do it.
That's an order.
As I expected, I am fine.
|Could not be better.
For the first time since I've|known you, I don't believe you.
Try and hold still, will you, Data? Data, wait for me in the corridor.
Why should I?|This concerns me more than you.
You will wait for me|in the corridor.
His insubordination is growing|by leaps and bounds.
I could use discipline,|but I'd rather try and help him.
I wish I knew what to suggest.
|I can't find a thing wrong with him.
Perhaps we're looking|in the wrong place.
- Meaning?|- If his physical health is good, perhaps his mental health|should be addressed.
Are you saying|Data's losing his mind? With your permission, Captain,|there is a way to find out.
You remember the|psychotronic-stability examination? We all had to take it|before graduating.
It was a waste of time then.
|It's a waste of time now.
It will gauge your reactions|to the images it projects.
Watch the screen|and let your mind go blank.
The device will do the rest.
It's safe to say|that you're his best friend.
Is it possible to speculate|about what's happening to him? Well, sir, it's just a guess, but .
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sometimes he wants to be human|so badly, he can taste it.
I think he gets confused|when his human qualities surface.
Go on.
Witnessing Graves's death|may have been a catalyst for the I have the test results.
|I ran them several times to be sure.
To be sure of what? There are two disparate personalities|within Lt Cmdr Data.
Each distinctly different.
|A dominant and a recessive.
He's an android.
Is that possible? It must be.
The dominant|personality is unstable.
Brilliant but vain,|sensitive yet paranoid.
I believe|it is prone to irrationality.
Of course.
- Sir?|- Nothing.
Go on.
It seems to have an especially|strong hatred of you, Captain, or to a lesser degree,|any authority figure.
And the worst part is, it's growing.
How do you mean? The alien persona is getting stronger and gobbling up what is left of|the weaker ego, the Data we know.
If something isn't done|to stop it immediately, .
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we will lose our Data for ever.
Captain's personal log.
|We have arrived at Star base 6, where Miss Brianon will await|transport back to Earth.
I am greatly troubled|by Cmdr Data's behaviour and fear it is related|to the experiments of Ira Graves.
- Where is Data?|- He should be in his quarters.
You ordered him not to leave.
Tell me, where is Lt Cmdr Data? Current location, ten-forward.
Lt Worf, will you go to ten-forward|and keep an eye on Data? Don't interfere with his actions|unless you hear from me.
Worf here, sir.
Acknowledged.
I want to know more about|what happened on Gravesworld.
Lt Selar,|report to the Captain's ready room.
Hello, Kareen.
Don't you think|it's time we stopped pretending? You know who I am.
You're Data.
You do know who I am.
Ira? It is me.
I am here.
I am alive.
How? I deactivated Data and transferred|my mind into his frame.
I never imagined how much|of myself I would retain.
My feelings, my dreams They won't let you get away with it.
|They'll try to stop you.
How can they? It is my body now.
|It is out of their hands.
How much time|did Data spend with Graves? Most of the time we were there.
- Always alone?|- Yes.
Always.
Doctor,|what was your impression of Graves? He seemed brilliant, egocentric,|arrogant, chauvinistic.
Sound familiar? Something wonderful has happened.
I can take a deep breath now|without feeling stabbing pain.
I will never have|to face death again.
Think what I will accomplish|over the next 1,000 years! What? I know what you're thinking.
|There is no need to worry.
I will create an android body|for you, too.
We can witness|the end of time together.
Why are you crying, Kareen?|I can love you now.
The way I always wanted to.
It was not right before.
I was too old for you, too weak.
Now I can be everything|you want me to be.
I won't let you put me in a machine.
|I want to live my life.
I won't let you take it away|from me.
Ira, you're hurting me! Worf to Capt Picard.
Data has left ten-forward.
- Should I follow?|- Negative.
I'll handle this.
He was an expert in cybernetics? Yes.
Our memorial service|may have been premature.
What an achievement.
"So long as men can breathe|or eyes can see, So long lives this .
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and this gives life to thee.
" He was working on bridging the gap|between man and machine.
It seems he built that bridge.
|I may be forced to tear it down.
I can hear you coming, Captain.
My ears are better|than the average dog's, you know.
I know who you are|and what you've done.
Of course you do.
I came here to talk to Data.
I cannot allow that.
I understand your desperation.
The shock of learning you were dying.
But you had no right|to do what you have done.
I had every right, Captain.
|I am man, he is machine.
There is no question|who must live and what must die.
What of Data? Data? Before me, he was nothing.
Just a walking tin can|with circuits for intestines.
Pathetic.
Without heart,|a man is meaningless.
I would not come up if I were you,|Captain.
I might not like it.
You are most fortunate,|my dear Captain, that I am not a violent man.
Not a violent man? This is not my fault.
They told me I should not be here.
|They should not have done that.
Graves, listen to me.
No one denies the significance|of your transformation.
But I don't believe|this was part of your plan.
Encountering Data|was mere coincidence.
One that offered you|more than you could have dreamed.
But something has gone wrong.
|Look here.
This experiment must be terminated.
This is idiotic! - Picard to sickbay.
|- Yes, Captain? How is Miss Brianon? Her left hand is fractured in two|places.
We've begun treatment.
I'm afraid there are|two more injuries in Engineering.
I'm on my way.
Who's next? These were all accidents.
|I did not intend How many more accidents?|You must leave this body.
No.
I live here now.
Every man has his time.
|Every man, without exception.
But you've cheated.
You have extended your life|at the expense of another.
Graves, give Data back.
|Give him back.
- Data is dead.
|- No.
He must not be lost.
|He's not simply an android.
He's a life form, entirely unique.
Data is not human! He is He is different, yes.
That does not make him expendable,|or any less significant.
No being is so important that he can usurp another's rights.
|Set him free! No! How many How many more accidents? - Data, where is he?|- Just take it easy.
I can't afford to take it easy,|Doctor.
Tell me, where is Lt Cmdr Data? Data, can you hear me? - Geordi.
|- Yeah.
- May I ask a question?|- I think you just did.
Correct.
Then may I ask|another question after this one? You can ask me anything you want.
Why am I on the floor|in an undignified position with you four standing over me,|with expressions of I've heard more than enough.
|You're you again.
Captain, look at this.
He's in there.
|Ira put himself in the computer.
Captain's log, supplemental.
|We said goodbye to Kareen, hoping that|her future will be bright.
The intellect of Ira Graves|is now in our computer.
There is knowledge|but no consciousness.
The human equation has been lost.
- You don't remember anything?|- Not a thing.
"To know him is to love him|is to know him.
" Perhaps it is best|that I do not remember.
I trust I did nothing|unbecoming to a Starfleet officer? Does wrestling|with a Klingon targ ring a bell? Mr Crusher, take us out of orbit.
Aye, sir.
Did I win?