Star Trek: Picard (2020) s03e09 Episode Script
Part Nine Võx
1
Lieutenant Mura, target the Shrike.
Fire!
Been a long time since we all
sat around the table like this.
Too long, really, by far.
All that matters is that
we are together once more,
because I need you. All of you.
Changelings have infiltrated Starfleet.
Whatever it is they've got planned,
Starfleet is gathering the entire fleet
in one location for Frontier Day.
And it's just hours away.
There's something very wrong with me.
According to this, Jack
has Irumodic Syndrome.
Inherited from me.
Maybe I was doomed
before I was even born.
We're analyzing the data
we pulled from the Shrike
to see what it was that they
were extracting from your body.
They removed portions
of his parietal lobe.
Why the hell would they want that?
Soong research indicates
an anomalous form
inside Jean-Luc Picard.
Previous diagnosis of Irumodic Syndrome
is in question.
TROI: Whatever the
Changelings have in store
is tied directly to Jack.
BEVERLY: Visions, voices.
He has abilities that
we just can't explain.
TROI: I think it's time I met your son.
Jack, have you ever seen a door?
JACK: The red door?
- It's time to open it, Jack.
- No.
- I don't know that I can.
- We'll go together.
You're not alone.
TROI: Nothing is more
elusive than a door
the mind doesn't wish to open.
["I CAN'T STOP CRYING" BY
WILL GROVE-WHITE PLAYING]
I can't stop crying ♪
Over you ♪
Can't think of smiling ♪
Now I'm so sad and blue ♪
TROI: I'm here with
you, Jack, in your mind.
I can feel your reluctance, your fear,
but you're safe.
Now tell me about these vines.
They're almost like neurons.
I don't know what they
are or what they mean.
Symbols have nothing but meaning.
- I can't stop praying ♪
- Think, Jack.
Remember.
- You'll come back home ♪
- What do they mean to you?
Can't understand ♪
The Crimson Arboretum.
On Raritan IV.
My mother took me there as a boy. She
She adored this song.
♪
Don't get lost in it, Jack.
- Stay with me.
- She played it all the time.
Less of a song than a memory, uh
coded in the melody, passed down
from my father to my mother
to me.
The vines, Jack. Focus.
What are they?
JACK: So many blossoms. So much life.
Thousands of flowers.
Yeah, each so very different,
but beneath the soil
the vines are connected.
Did you find that comforting?
Not comforting, no.
[MUSIC SLOWING]
No, right, true.
Purposeful.
Perfect.
TROI [ECHOING]: So the
vines are connections.
Is that what you're seeking,
a connection?
Yes. Many.
FEMALE VOICE [ECHOING]: Hear me.
TROI: Your truth, it's behind that door.
FEMALE VOICE [ECHOING]: Find me.
Will you let me open it for you?
- I promise
- FEMALE VOICE: Fear nothing.
whatever we might find there,
you will not be alone.
FEMALE VOICE: We will
be together soon, Jack.
Yes.
[VOICES WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]
[GASPS]
I'm, I'm sorry, um
I-I-I'm really sorry. Excuse me.
What did you see?
Tell me, what did you see?
What did you see?!
PICARD: Deanna.
- What's wrong?
- What happened?
[DOOR CREAKING]
[RUMBLING]
BORG COLLECTIVE: We are Borg.
♪
PICARD [ECHOING]: I am Locutus of Borg.
Resistance is futile.
Your life as it has been
is over.
Borg? That's impossible.
Jack has never been assimilated.
There are no nanoprobes in his system.
There are no transceivers, no receivers.
The voices in his head are distinct.
My gifts aren't perfect,
but I have never mistaken Borg.
Biology doesn't always
need words to communicate.
Flocks of birds turn in unison,
the architecture of a
beehive, an ant colony,
all wordlessly connected.
Some transceivers and
receivers are organic.
So, too, must be the
technology inside Jack.
No one has seen or heard
from the Borg in over a decade.
- So perhaps the Borg have evolved.
- No! No, no.
The only thing I've ever passed
on is my Irumodic Syndrome.
You never had Irumodic Syndrome.
- Oh
- That is why Soong kept
your body at Daystrom.
He saw that there was something else
What Vadic knew that the Borg
had passed something on to Jack
some organic technology
through Locutus.
Through me.
To our son.
- We must tell him.
- No, no.
I will.
It's my responsibility.
I-I'm the cause.
- My fault.
- Jean-Luc.
Beverly.
I'm really sorry, but
there are protocols.
Protocols?
Vadic was searching for
a weapon against humanity.
That weapon was Jack.
You both saw him enter the
minds of others and control them.
Forgive me, but as of this moment,
your son is dangerous.
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
- [DOOR CHIMES]
- Come.
What did she see?
Jack, there is so much
I am never letting a goddamn
Betazoid come near me again.
Everyone, everyone has their secrets.
Things that they should be
allowed to keep to themselves.
Not put up on some psychic display.
The fact that she's a
former Starfleet counselor
- raises some serious
- Jack, Counselor Troi
Just tell me! Tell me,
what did she see in here?!
35 years ago, I was taken, assimilated.
Used to do terrible things.
And I survived, without scars,
but not, it would seem, unchanged.
Starfleet cleared me,
but later I was diagnosed
with what appeared to
be Irumodic Syndrome.
Which killed me.
But that was a misdiagnosis.
The symptoms were merely a
side effect.
Of what?
A seed.
Something I passed on to you.
One that took a generation to grow.
[JACK SIGHS]
The Borg.
That's quite the explanation.
A life of disconnection, only to realize
that I'm emblematic of what?
A bee?
Seeking a hive for-for a
collective, for a queen?
Subconsciously, perhaps.
So how much of me is me?
Oh, funny.
I've always known the
world was imperfect.
Broken systems, wars,
suffering, violence, poverty, bigotry.
And I always thought,
if people could only
see each other, hear each other
speak in one voice, act
in one mind together
Who knew a little cybernetic
authoritarianism was the answer?
But the Borg, they don't feel.
Don't care.
But I-I do, so, so how
does that factor into this?
We must take precautions.
Pre-Precautions?
I'm afraid this is not
just about you anymore.
What do you see?
When you look at me, what do you?
Look at me, damn it. What do you see?
I came close to killing everyone I knew.
Everyone I loved!
You don't know what it is
to be controlled by them.
What she can make you do.
And I've seen with my own eyes
what you are capable of, Jack.
There's a place where you will be safe.
A research academy on Vulcan.
Keslovar.
It's no academy.
It's an institution.
A prison where they can mind-meld
and lobotomize the Borg from me.
No, thanks.
This is my problem, and
I can handle it myself.
I was never getting out
of here on my own, was I?
You said you'd never give up on me.
Starfleet protocols dictate
that we act in the interests
Of what?
Of everyone else.
And what about the
protocols of a father?
Or were you never issued those?
[WEAPONS POWERING UP]
Jack, what is this?
Futility.
Jack.
Jack!
Jack.
- Jack, where are you going?
- [WEAPONS POWERING UP]
Home.
No. We can find a solution.
We-we can undo this, whatever it is.
The voice in my head.
I always thought it
was yours. It wasn't.
It's hers.
- Their queen.
- No.
If she wants me, then I'll
trade myself for answers.
And when she's close
enough to give them,
I'll show her exactly who and what I am.
Jack, don't do this.
You're gonna get yourself killed.
Don't do this! No!
- [CONSOLE POWERING UP]
- Okay, where am I going?
Come on, come on, where are you?
BORG QUEEN [ECHOING]: Jack, find me.
COMPUTER: Course laid in.
Shuttle transponder off-line.
He inherited the best of you
and the worst of me.
I gave Wesley space,
and I lost him to it.
So I watched Jack closer.
So close I couldn't see what
was right in front of me.
- Beverly, I
- There must be something I can do,
and I'm going to find it.
Captain?
Data.
Were you able to track the shuttle?
We've been scanning, sir, but [SIGHS]
I'm afraid we've found nothing.
I believe Jack is
jamming the transponder.
Would you like me to
say something comforting?
You might find that impossible.
I know.
- [COMM CHIMES]
- GEORDI: La Forge to Picard.
Go ahead.
You better get down to sickbay.
There is more you need
to know about Jack.
[RUMBLING]
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Come on, come on. Show yourself.
Why did you bring me here?
[ALARM SOUNDING]
COMPUTER: Tachyon radiation pulses.
Neutrino emissions
and gravitational flux.
- Wormhole?
- Negative.
A transwarp conduit.
[HIGH-PITCHED TONE]
BORG QUEEN: Jack. Jack.
All Borg undergo genetic alterations
so that their bodies can communicate
with their cybernetic components.
As it turns out, yours were
just a little more extensive
than we thought.
New genetic code was actually
written and stored inside you.
Something we were never
able to detect 35 years ago.
So the anomaly Dr. Soong discovered
during the captain's
transition into synthetic form
was in fact dormant
biological Borg adaptations.
They never truly let you go.
It is why Vadic stole
your body from Daystrom.
The Changelings extracted that
altered portion of your DNA.
Jean-Luc as Locutus
was a kind of receiver?
That's why I could still hear
them after I was assimilated.
Your body could still hear
the voice of the Collective.
So how is Jack different?
Your son appears to be a transmitter,
able to send instructions.
It appears the
Changelings stole your body
to weaponize that Borg genetic code.
PICARD: But the ensigns
Jack was able to control
were never assimilated.
How could they receive his signals?
That we do not know.
So this has been a dormant
part of Jack his entire life?
How could I have missed that?
Beverly, it's a testament to you
that he managed to resist for so long.
He may be Borg, but
that is not all he is.
So what now?
Clearly, the Changelings have
been working with the Borg
from the beginning.
And as we speak, all of Starfleet
is gathered in one location.
The outcome of this entire conspiracy
was intended for this exact moment.
Today is Frontier Day.
- We have to warn them.
- Of what, exactly?
They're gonna blow us out of the water.
But we have to try.
Picard to Captain Shaw.
We need to get to the
Sol system right now.
SHAW: Um, smack-dab in
the middle of Frontier Day,
where pretty much every
Starfleet vessel is assembled,
running exercises with our
faces pinned to their dartboard?
It's our only option, Captain.
Of course it is.
WOMAN [OVER COMM]:
Spacedock, this is NCC-1701-F,
ready for ceremonial departure.
Admiral Shelby in command.
MAN [OVER COMM]: Copy that, Enterprise.
You're clear for departure.
Happy Frontier Day.
[BOATSWAIN'S WHISTLE BLOWS]
SHELBY: 250 years ago
today, the Enterprise.
NX-01, the first warp
five-capable vessel
to be constructed by human
hands, made its maiden voyage.
With it, a crew of 83 souls
embarked on a journey
One of bravery,
perseverance and sacrifice
that would lead to the
birth of what we know today
as Starfleet.
♪
BORG QUEEN: Welcome home, Jack.
SHELBY: A quarter millennium after
the NX-01 took that first vital step,
we gather on Frontier
Day to take another
as we demonstrate our
newest advancement,
Fleet Formation.
MAN [OVER COMMS]: USS Pulaski,
synchronization on line.
WOMAN [OVER COMMS]: USS Magellan
technology that allows
every ship in Starfleet
to operate as one.
An impenetrable armada.
Unity and defense.
- The ultimate safeguard.
In case of the unthinkable
Fleetwide incapacitation
This system will protect our crews
in our continued exploration
of what still remains
our final frontier.
There it is, right from the mouth
of Admiral Elizabeth Shelby.
The irony of her endorsing
something so Borg-like.
Happy Frontier Day, everyone.
Looks like we'll be
crashing one hell of a party.
PICARD: We're out of time.
How much longer?
We'll reach Sector 001 in
less than one hour, sir.
Yeah. And then what?
BORG QUEEN [ECHOING]: Jack
My child.
My flesh. Blood.
For all my darkness, you are light.
For all my suffering,
you are life.
I don't know what I am
but I know I'm not yours.
Oh, but you are.
I have thought of so many names for you.
Regenerati.
Puer Dei.
A fondness for Latin, I see.
But I am neither your rebirth,
nor a child of God.
That is why you are Võx.
Not Locutus, the one who speaks.
You are the voice itself.
I know you have felt it, too, Jack.
Believe it.
What I believe in is mercy.
And that is what this is.
What I see in you,
what Vadic saw, an end.
The vindication of both our species.
To take everything back from
those who live like shattered glass.
[CHUCKLES]
If it were possible for you to kill me,
you would have already.
[CRYING OUT]
End your struggle, my child.
Resistance is
futile.
[LAUGHING]
[ALARM SOUNDING]
What is it?
Data and I have been combing
through the Changeling intel.
Raffi took from the Shrike,
and we found something.
This is Starfleet code.
Specifically, transporter code.
They've implemented
portions of Captain Picard's.
Borg-altered DNA into
the transporter system.
Wait a minute.
Computer, cross-reference this code
with the transporter
system of the Titan.
COMPUTER: Analyzing.
This code is part of
transporter system architecture.
Architecture?
To simplify the processing
of millions of data points,
the system stores coding that is common
within each particular species.
It appears Captain Picard's
DNA is now considered
common biology in the
transporter system.
So that's what they've been doing.
Using the Changelings
to infiltrate starships
and add this new Borg DNA into everyone
who steps inside a transporter.
Every person, every species.
They've been assimilating
the entire fleet this whole time,
without anyone ever knowing it.
SHELBY [OVER COMMS]: Our next
demonstration is the summation of decades
of technological advancements.
Fleet Formation?
Looks more like a firing squad.
[ALARM SOUNDING]
Sirs, it's just as we expected.
The fleet is trying to
commandeer our systems.
- SHAW: Countermeasures.
- ESMAR: No go.
They're shutting us down
as part of the automation.
- I'll lose comms soon.
- Hail the entire fleet.
Interrupt her transmission.
We only have one chance to warn them.
Transmitting emergency hail.
This is Admiral Jean-Luc Picard.
I come to you with a warning.
Command, what the hell is happening?
PICARD: Changeling
infiltration of Starfleet
has made us vulnerable
to our greatest enemy,
the Borg.
Admiral Shelby, I know this
message may seem desperate,
even impossible, but you must trust us.
I hope you
- What's happened?
- Sir, all comms are down.
[ELECTRONIC WHOOSH]
What the hell is this?
Captain, primary
sensor arrays picking up
- a massive energy spike.
- From where?
[LOUD, SCREECHING NOISE BLARES]
What the hell was that?
[PAINED GROAN]
Seven, are you all right?
It's a Borg signal.
Judging by this simulation,
the Borg genetic material
doesn't propagate in a species
past a certain point in
the developmental cycle.
Which for human beings is age 25,
which is when the frontal
cortex stops development.
So this might not affect us
But it will affect the
youngest members of the crew.
- Captain
- Tactical red alert.
SHAW: Mura.
Mura!
Where are my girls?
SHAW [ON COMMS]: Helm,
evasive maneuvers.
La Forge.
La Forge!
[ECHOING]: We are the Borg.
Computer, locate Alandra La Forge.
COMPUTER: The life
signs of Alandra La Forge
are no longer compatible
with human designation.
SHELBY [OVER COMM]:
someone out there? Help us
- La Forge.
- SHELBY: What's happening to my crew?
Mura.
- SHELBY: They're turning on us.
- What the hell is going on?
We are under attack from within.
Repeat, we are under attack.
Something is happening to my crew.
Ensign, what are you
[INDISTINCT, PANICKED VOICES OVER COMMS]
The fleet.
It's
been assimilated.
It's everyone.
Eliminate all unassimilated.
We gotta get out of here.
Eliminate all unassimilated.
Eliminate all unassimilated.
- Hansen?
- Come on. Come on.
Stun only. Go, go!
I've got to get to my girls.
No, Geordi. Geordi! Stop.
And do what?
No, no, no, we need a plan.
All right?
[ALARM BLARING]
BORG COLLECTIVE: Eliminate
all unassimilated.
[PHASER FIRE CONTINUES]
[INDISTINCT PANICKED
VOICES, SCREAMING OVER COMMS]
[ECHOING]: Collective
we have the Titan.
- [ALARM BLARING]
- Why weren't we assimilated?
No offense, but judging
by all the gray hair,
I think the process must
have skipped a generation.
Those ships, this ship,
cannot be saved from within.
We need to get off the
Titan before it's too late.
COMPUTER: Deck Four.
- [SHOUTING]
- [PHASER FIRE]
SHAW: Close it! Close it!
Deck 11, now!
- [COMM CHIMES]
- MALE: Can anybody read me?
This is Captain
Benbassat of the Excelsior,
broadcasting on frequency 99 Delta.
To all who can hear, we have managed
to retake control of our bridge
Hold on. Helm, what's happening?
They're controlling us remotely.
Taking us out of formation. No, no!
We're being directed
in front of the fleet.
Now we've been targeted.
Tell my family
[EXPLOSION]
BORG COLLECTIVE: Excelsior
eliminated. All vessels secure.
Fleetwide assimilation complete.
Shut that off!
How is he even broadcasting over comms?
Oh, 99 Delta.
It's a maintenance
channel. Wait, wait, wait.
Computer, change
destination. Maintenance Deck.
COMPUTER: Changing destination
to Maintenance Deck.
- There's nobody posted down there.
- No guards, no drones.
There may be a repair shuttle.
That's our way off.
Everyone, wherever you
are, however you can,
head to the sub-level
maintenance corridor
immediately.
BORG COLLECTIVE: A message
to those who resist.
Your armada has been added to our own.
Your weak and willful
will soon be eliminated.
Your strongest have
already been assimilated.
We are Borg.
Starfleet now is Borg.
I've never been so happy
to see so many wrinkles.
Thank goodness. You all made it.
Just trying to get the damn door open.
Jean-Luc, they took my girls.
- And we will get them back.
- BEVERLY: But right now,
we all need to get off of this ship.
What if we get off the
ship and the fleet takes us?
Shuttles don't connect
to the new system.
- They're autonomous.
- The robot's right.
- It's the only way.
- A single shuttle against the entire fleet?
No. I've got a better idea.
- [DOOR WHOOSHES]
- Incoming.
Go, go. We'll cover you!
GEORDI: I got it. Data, come on.
Hopefully we have enough
juice to get us there.
What makes you think "there"
hasn't already been destroyed?
Data, could you try to
be a little more positive?
I hope we die quickly.
Beverly, Riker, go!
Picard, go!
- SEVEN OF NINE: Captain!
- Shaw!
No. Captain
- Picard, go.
- I'm not going without everyone.
- Find a way out of this.
- You heard her. Go.
- Go!
- Raffi, get out of here.
Not a chance.
Captain.
- Captain.
- [SHAW GROANS]
No, no. No. [INHALES]
It's-it's not my ship anymore.
It's yours.
You have the conn, Seven of Nine.
[SOFT EXHALE]
♪
ESMAR/BORG COLLECTIVE:
Formation complete.
Weapons ready.
Advance.
TARGET: Spacedock.
Eliminate planetary defenses.
♪
♪
PICARD: The Fleet Museum.
Geordi, why are we here?
We need a ship. Something older, analog.
- Off-line from the others.
- You think we can use one of these?
Well, I was gonna save
this as a surprise one day,
but guess there's no
time like the present.
♪
The Enterprise-D.
But how?
Thank the good ol' Prime Directive.
GEORDI: The saucer was
retrieved from Veridian III
so as not to influence the system.
I've been restoring it bit
by bit over the last 20 years.
Engines and nacelles
come from the USS Syracuse.
Strange.
Seeing it makes me
feel [CLEARS THROAT]
You're not the only one, Data.
And obviously, we can't
use the Enterprise-E.
That was not my fault.
GEORDI: There's still a
ton of hull work yet to do,
and the port nacelle
cover is a nightmare
She's beautiful, Geordi.
Beautiful.
Will she fly?
What do you think, Admiral?
Oh, yes.
She'll fly.
GEORDI: Computer, lights.
[SYSTEMS POWERING UP]
♪
Is the bridge smaller,
or am I just bigger?
No, she's exactly how she was.
I prefer the weapon systems on the E.
- Additional phaser arrays, torpedo
- Worf!
She is perfect, Geordi.
Hello, chair.
Are you certain she's not connected
to the Starfleet mainframe?
Positive. You're looking at
the last functional ship in
the fleet not tied to the system.
You know, it wasn't until this moment,
reunited with all of you
I realize what I miss most.
- The carpet.
- [AMUSED CHUCKLES]
Worf, I've got drones loading torpedoes
into the bay as we speak.
Mr. La Forge, may I?
Absolutely, Admiral.
- Computer
- [COMPUTER CHIMES]
initiate system
reactivation procedures.
COMPUTER: Authorization acknowledged.
USS Enterprise now under
command of Captain Jean-Luc Picard.
Well, I hereby accept
the field demotion.
We've been here before.
And I'm reluctant to ask you all
to face this threat again.
We are the crew of the USS Enterprise.
But more than that,
we're your family.
Jack, Alandra, Sidney
they're our family, too.
Jean-Luc
wherever you go, we go.
Thank you, Number One.
Stations, please.
All systems on line, Captain.
Weapons are ready,
although they are limited.
- Well, at least we got 'em.
- If we encounter the Borg,
we're gonna need to run, shoot or hide.
So, Geordi, we'll
need every bit of power
you can get to those old shields.
Make it so.
Aye, sir.
♪
Mr. Data, set a direct course
for Earth, maximum warp.
Aye, Captain.
Course laid in, sir.
She's ready.
Engage.
♪
♪
♪
♪
♪
Lieutenant Mura, target the Shrike.
Fire!
Been a long time since we all
sat around the table like this.
Too long, really, by far.
All that matters is that
we are together once more,
because I need you. All of you.
Changelings have infiltrated Starfleet.
Whatever it is they've got planned,
Starfleet is gathering the entire fleet
in one location for Frontier Day.
And it's just hours away.
There's something very wrong with me.
According to this, Jack
has Irumodic Syndrome.
Inherited from me.
Maybe I was doomed
before I was even born.
We're analyzing the data
we pulled from the Shrike
to see what it was that they
were extracting from your body.
They removed portions
of his parietal lobe.
Why the hell would they want that?
Soong research indicates
an anomalous form
inside Jean-Luc Picard.
Previous diagnosis of Irumodic Syndrome
is in question.
TROI: Whatever the
Changelings have in store
is tied directly to Jack.
BEVERLY: Visions, voices.
He has abilities that
we just can't explain.
TROI: I think it's time I met your son.
Jack, have you ever seen a door?
JACK: The red door?
- It's time to open it, Jack.
- No.
- I don't know that I can.
- We'll go together.
You're not alone.
TROI: Nothing is more
elusive than a door
the mind doesn't wish to open.
["I CAN'T STOP CRYING" BY
WILL GROVE-WHITE PLAYING]
I can't stop crying ♪
Over you ♪
Can't think of smiling ♪
Now I'm so sad and blue ♪
TROI: I'm here with
you, Jack, in your mind.
I can feel your reluctance, your fear,
but you're safe.
Now tell me about these vines.
They're almost like neurons.
I don't know what they
are or what they mean.
Symbols have nothing but meaning.
- I can't stop praying ♪
- Think, Jack.
Remember.
- You'll come back home ♪
- What do they mean to you?
Can't understand ♪
The Crimson Arboretum.
On Raritan IV.
My mother took me there as a boy. She
She adored this song.
♪
Don't get lost in it, Jack.
- Stay with me.
- She played it all the time.
Less of a song than a memory, uh
coded in the melody, passed down
from my father to my mother
to me.
The vines, Jack. Focus.
What are they?
JACK: So many blossoms. So much life.
Thousands of flowers.
Yeah, each so very different,
but beneath the soil
the vines are connected.
Did you find that comforting?
Not comforting, no.
[MUSIC SLOWING]
No, right, true.
Purposeful.
Perfect.
TROI [ECHOING]: So the
vines are connections.
Is that what you're seeking,
a connection?
Yes. Many.
FEMALE VOICE [ECHOING]: Hear me.
TROI: Your truth, it's behind that door.
FEMALE VOICE [ECHOING]: Find me.
Will you let me open it for you?
- I promise
- FEMALE VOICE: Fear nothing.
whatever we might find there,
you will not be alone.
FEMALE VOICE: We will
be together soon, Jack.
Yes.
[VOICES WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY]
[GASPS]
I'm, I'm sorry, um
I-I-I'm really sorry. Excuse me.
What did you see?
Tell me, what did you see?
What did you see?!
PICARD: Deanna.
- What's wrong?
- What happened?
[DOOR CREAKING]
[RUMBLING]
BORG COLLECTIVE: We are Borg.
♪
PICARD [ECHOING]: I am Locutus of Borg.
Resistance is futile.
Your life as it has been
is over.
Borg? That's impossible.
Jack has never been assimilated.
There are no nanoprobes in his system.
There are no transceivers, no receivers.
The voices in his head are distinct.
My gifts aren't perfect,
but I have never mistaken Borg.
Biology doesn't always
need words to communicate.
Flocks of birds turn in unison,
the architecture of a
beehive, an ant colony,
all wordlessly connected.
Some transceivers and
receivers are organic.
So, too, must be the
technology inside Jack.
No one has seen or heard
from the Borg in over a decade.
- So perhaps the Borg have evolved.
- No! No, no.
The only thing I've ever passed
on is my Irumodic Syndrome.
You never had Irumodic Syndrome.
- Oh
- That is why Soong kept
your body at Daystrom.
He saw that there was something else
What Vadic knew that the Borg
had passed something on to Jack
some organic technology
through Locutus.
Through me.
To our son.
- We must tell him.
- No, no.
I will.
It's my responsibility.
I-I'm the cause.
- My fault.
- Jean-Luc.
Beverly.
I'm really sorry, but
there are protocols.
Protocols?
Vadic was searching for
a weapon against humanity.
That weapon was Jack.
You both saw him enter the
minds of others and control them.
Forgive me, but as of this moment,
your son is dangerous.
[EXHALES SHARPLY]
- [DOOR CHIMES]
- Come.
What did she see?
Jack, there is so much
I am never letting a goddamn
Betazoid come near me again.
Everyone, everyone has their secrets.
Things that they should be
allowed to keep to themselves.
Not put up on some psychic display.
The fact that she's a
former Starfleet counselor
- raises some serious
- Jack, Counselor Troi
Just tell me! Tell me,
what did she see in here?!
35 years ago, I was taken, assimilated.
Used to do terrible things.
And I survived, without scars,
but not, it would seem, unchanged.
Starfleet cleared me,
but later I was diagnosed
with what appeared to
be Irumodic Syndrome.
Which killed me.
But that was a misdiagnosis.
The symptoms were merely a
side effect.
Of what?
A seed.
Something I passed on to you.
One that took a generation to grow.
[JACK SIGHS]
The Borg.
That's quite the explanation.
A life of disconnection, only to realize
that I'm emblematic of what?
A bee?
Seeking a hive for-for a
collective, for a queen?
Subconsciously, perhaps.
So how much of me is me?
Oh, funny.
I've always known the
world was imperfect.
Broken systems, wars,
suffering, violence, poverty, bigotry.
And I always thought,
if people could only
see each other, hear each other
speak in one voice, act
in one mind together
Who knew a little cybernetic
authoritarianism was the answer?
But the Borg, they don't feel.
Don't care.
But I-I do, so, so how
does that factor into this?
We must take precautions.
Pre-Precautions?
I'm afraid this is not
just about you anymore.
What do you see?
When you look at me, what do you?
Look at me, damn it. What do you see?
I came close to killing everyone I knew.
Everyone I loved!
You don't know what it is
to be controlled by them.
What she can make you do.
And I've seen with my own eyes
what you are capable of, Jack.
There's a place where you will be safe.
A research academy on Vulcan.
Keslovar.
It's no academy.
It's an institution.
A prison where they can mind-meld
and lobotomize the Borg from me.
No, thanks.
This is my problem, and
I can handle it myself.
I was never getting out
of here on my own, was I?
You said you'd never give up on me.
Starfleet protocols dictate
that we act in the interests
Of what?
Of everyone else.
And what about the
protocols of a father?
Or were you never issued those?
[WEAPONS POWERING UP]
Jack, what is this?
Futility.
Jack.
Jack!
Jack.
- Jack, where are you going?
- [WEAPONS POWERING UP]
Home.
No. We can find a solution.
We-we can undo this, whatever it is.
The voice in my head.
I always thought it
was yours. It wasn't.
It's hers.
- Their queen.
- No.
If she wants me, then I'll
trade myself for answers.
And when she's close
enough to give them,
I'll show her exactly who and what I am.
Jack, don't do this.
You're gonna get yourself killed.
Don't do this! No!
- [CONSOLE POWERING UP]
- Okay, where am I going?
Come on, come on, where are you?
BORG QUEEN [ECHOING]: Jack, find me.
COMPUTER: Course laid in.
Shuttle transponder off-line.
He inherited the best of you
and the worst of me.
I gave Wesley space,
and I lost him to it.
So I watched Jack closer.
So close I couldn't see what
was right in front of me.
- Beverly, I
- There must be something I can do,
and I'm going to find it.
Captain?
Data.
Were you able to track the shuttle?
We've been scanning, sir, but [SIGHS]
I'm afraid we've found nothing.
I believe Jack is
jamming the transponder.
Would you like me to
say something comforting?
You might find that impossible.
I know.
- [COMM CHIMES]
- GEORDI: La Forge to Picard.
Go ahead.
You better get down to sickbay.
There is more you need
to know about Jack.
[RUMBLING]
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Come on, come on. Show yourself.
Why did you bring me here?
[ALARM SOUNDING]
COMPUTER: Tachyon radiation pulses.
Neutrino emissions
and gravitational flux.
- Wormhole?
- Negative.
A transwarp conduit.
[HIGH-PITCHED TONE]
BORG QUEEN: Jack. Jack.
All Borg undergo genetic alterations
so that their bodies can communicate
with their cybernetic components.
As it turns out, yours were
just a little more extensive
than we thought.
New genetic code was actually
written and stored inside you.
Something we were never
able to detect 35 years ago.
So the anomaly Dr. Soong discovered
during the captain's
transition into synthetic form
was in fact dormant
biological Borg adaptations.
They never truly let you go.
It is why Vadic stole
your body from Daystrom.
The Changelings extracted that
altered portion of your DNA.
Jean-Luc as Locutus
was a kind of receiver?
That's why I could still hear
them after I was assimilated.
Your body could still hear
the voice of the Collective.
So how is Jack different?
Your son appears to be a transmitter,
able to send instructions.
It appears the
Changelings stole your body
to weaponize that Borg genetic code.
PICARD: But the ensigns
Jack was able to control
were never assimilated.
How could they receive his signals?
That we do not know.
So this has been a dormant
part of Jack his entire life?
How could I have missed that?
Beverly, it's a testament to you
that he managed to resist for so long.
He may be Borg, but
that is not all he is.
So what now?
Clearly, the Changelings have
been working with the Borg
from the beginning.
And as we speak, all of Starfleet
is gathered in one location.
The outcome of this entire conspiracy
was intended for this exact moment.
Today is Frontier Day.
- We have to warn them.
- Of what, exactly?
They're gonna blow us out of the water.
But we have to try.
Picard to Captain Shaw.
We need to get to the
Sol system right now.
SHAW: Um, smack-dab in
the middle of Frontier Day,
where pretty much every
Starfleet vessel is assembled,
running exercises with our
faces pinned to their dartboard?
It's our only option, Captain.
Of course it is.
WOMAN [OVER COMM]:
Spacedock, this is NCC-1701-F,
ready for ceremonial departure.
Admiral Shelby in command.
MAN [OVER COMM]: Copy that, Enterprise.
You're clear for departure.
Happy Frontier Day.
[BOATSWAIN'S WHISTLE BLOWS]
SHELBY: 250 years ago
today, the Enterprise.
NX-01, the first warp
five-capable vessel
to be constructed by human
hands, made its maiden voyage.
With it, a crew of 83 souls
embarked on a journey
One of bravery,
perseverance and sacrifice
that would lead to the
birth of what we know today
as Starfleet.
♪
BORG QUEEN: Welcome home, Jack.
SHELBY: A quarter millennium after
the NX-01 took that first vital step,
we gather on Frontier
Day to take another
as we demonstrate our
newest advancement,
Fleet Formation.
MAN [OVER COMMS]: USS Pulaski,
synchronization on line.
WOMAN [OVER COMMS]: USS Magellan
technology that allows
every ship in Starfleet
to operate as one.
An impenetrable armada.
Unity and defense.
- The ultimate safeguard.
In case of the unthinkable
Fleetwide incapacitation
This system will protect our crews
in our continued exploration
of what still remains
our final frontier.
There it is, right from the mouth
of Admiral Elizabeth Shelby.
The irony of her endorsing
something so Borg-like.
Happy Frontier Day, everyone.
Looks like we'll be
crashing one hell of a party.
PICARD: We're out of time.
How much longer?
We'll reach Sector 001 in
less than one hour, sir.
Yeah. And then what?
BORG QUEEN [ECHOING]: Jack
My child.
My flesh. Blood.
For all my darkness, you are light.
For all my suffering,
you are life.
I don't know what I am
but I know I'm not yours.
Oh, but you are.
I have thought of so many names for you.
Regenerati.
Puer Dei.
A fondness for Latin, I see.
But I am neither your rebirth,
nor a child of God.
That is why you are Võx.
Not Locutus, the one who speaks.
You are the voice itself.
I know you have felt it, too, Jack.
Believe it.
What I believe in is mercy.
And that is what this is.
What I see in you,
what Vadic saw, an end.
The vindication of both our species.
To take everything back from
those who live like shattered glass.
[CHUCKLES]
If it were possible for you to kill me,
you would have already.
[CRYING OUT]
End your struggle, my child.
Resistance is
futile.
[LAUGHING]
[ALARM SOUNDING]
What is it?
Data and I have been combing
through the Changeling intel.
Raffi took from the Shrike,
and we found something.
This is Starfleet code.
Specifically, transporter code.
They've implemented
portions of Captain Picard's.
Borg-altered DNA into
the transporter system.
Wait a minute.
Computer, cross-reference this code
with the transporter
system of the Titan.
COMPUTER: Analyzing.
This code is part of
transporter system architecture.
Architecture?
To simplify the processing
of millions of data points,
the system stores coding that is common
within each particular species.
It appears Captain Picard's
DNA is now considered
common biology in the
transporter system.
So that's what they've been doing.
Using the Changelings
to infiltrate starships
and add this new Borg DNA into everyone
who steps inside a transporter.
Every person, every species.
They've been assimilating
the entire fleet this whole time,
without anyone ever knowing it.
SHELBY [OVER COMMS]: Our next
demonstration is the summation of decades
of technological advancements.
Fleet Formation?
Looks more like a firing squad.
[ALARM SOUNDING]
Sirs, it's just as we expected.
The fleet is trying to
commandeer our systems.
- SHAW: Countermeasures.
- ESMAR: No go.
They're shutting us down
as part of the automation.
- I'll lose comms soon.
- Hail the entire fleet.
Interrupt her transmission.
We only have one chance to warn them.
Transmitting emergency hail.
This is Admiral Jean-Luc Picard.
I come to you with a warning.
Command, what the hell is happening?
PICARD: Changeling
infiltration of Starfleet
has made us vulnerable
to our greatest enemy,
the Borg.
Admiral Shelby, I know this
message may seem desperate,
even impossible, but you must trust us.
I hope you
- What's happened?
- Sir, all comms are down.
[ELECTRONIC WHOOSH]
What the hell is this?
Captain, primary
sensor arrays picking up
- a massive energy spike.
- From where?
[LOUD, SCREECHING NOISE BLARES]
What the hell was that?
[PAINED GROAN]
Seven, are you all right?
It's a Borg signal.
Judging by this simulation,
the Borg genetic material
doesn't propagate in a species
past a certain point in
the developmental cycle.
Which for human beings is age 25,
which is when the frontal
cortex stops development.
So this might not affect us
But it will affect the
youngest members of the crew.
- Captain
- Tactical red alert.
SHAW: Mura.
Mura!
Where are my girls?
SHAW [ON COMMS]: Helm,
evasive maneuvers.
La Forge.
La Forge!
[ECHOING]: We are the Borg.
Computer, locate Alandra La Forge.
COMPUTER: The life
signs of Alandra La Forge
are no longer compatible
with human designation.
SHELBY [OVER COMM]:
someone out there? Help us
- La Forge.
- SHELBY: What's happening to my crew?
Mura.
- SHELBY: They're turning on us.
- What the hell is going on?
We are under attack from within.
Repeat, we are under attack.
Something is happening to my crew.
Ensign, what are you
[INDISTINCT, PANICKED VOICES OVER COMMS]
The fleet.
It's
been assimilated.
It's everyone.
Eliminate all unassimilated.
We gotta get out of here.
Eliminate all unassimilated.
Eliminate all unassimilated.
- Hansen?
- Come on. Come on.
Stun only. Go, go!
I've got to get to my girls.
No, Geordi. Geordi! Stop.
And do what?
No, no, no, we need a plan.
All right?
[ALARM BLARING]
BORG COLLECTIVE: Eliminate
all unassimilated.
[PHASER FIRE CONTINUES]
[INDISTINCT PANICKED
VOICES, SCREAMING OVER COMMS]
[ECHOING]: Collective
we have the Titan.
- [ALARM BLARING]
- Why weren't we assimilated?
No offense, but judging
by all the gray hair,
I think the process must
have skipped a generation.
Those ships, this ship,
cannot be saved from within.
We need to get off the
Titan before it's too late.
COMPUTER: Deck Four.
- [SHOUTING]
- [PHASER FIRE]
SHAW: Close it! Close it!
Deck 11, now!
- [COMM CHIMES]
- MALE: Can anybody read me?
This is Captain
Benbassat of the Excelsior,
broadcasting on frequency 99 Delta.
To all who can hear, we have managed
to retake control of our bridge
Hold on. Helm, what's happening?
They're controlling us remotely.
Taking us out of formation. No, no!
We're being directed
in front of the fleet.
Now we've been targeted.
Tell my family
[EXPLOSION]
BORG COLLECTIVE: Excelsior
eliminated. All vessels secure.
Fleetwide assimilation complete.
Shut that off!
How is he even broadcasting over comms?
Oh, 99 Delta.
It's a maintenance
channel. Wait, wait, wait.
Computer, change
destination. Maintenance Deck.
COMPUTER: Changing destination
to Maintenance Deck.
- There's nobody posted down there.
- No guards, no drones.
There may be a repair shuttle.
That's our way off.
Everyone, wherever you
are, however you can,
head to the sub-level
maintenance corridor
immediately.
BORG COLLECTIVE: A message
to those who resist.
Your armada has been added to our own.
Your weak and willful
will soon be eliminated.
Your strongest have
already been assimilated.
We are Borg.
Starfleet now is Borg.
I've never been so happy
to see so many wrinkles.
Thank goodness. You all made it.
Just trying to get the damn door open.
Jean-Luc, they took my girls.
- And we will get them back.
- BEVERLY: But right now,
we all need to get off of this ship.
What if we get off the
ship and the fleet takes us?
Shuttles don't connect
to the new system.
- They're autonomous.
- The robot's right.
- It's the only way.
- A single shuttle against the entire fleet?
No. I've got a better idea.
- [DOOR WHOOSHES]
- Incoming.
Go, go. We'll cover you!
GEORDI: I got it. Data, come on.
Hopefully we have enough
juice to get us there.
What makes you think "there"
hasn't already been destroyed?
Data, could you try to
be a little more positive?
I hope we die quickly.
Beverly, Riker, go!
Picard, go!
- SEVEN OF NINE: Captain!
- Shaw!
No. Captain
- Picard, go.
- I'm not going without everyone.
- Find a way out of this.
- You heard her. Go.
- Go!
- Raffi, get out of here.
Not a chance.
Captain.
- Captain.
- [SHAW GROANS]
No, no. No. [INHALES]
It's-it's not my ship anymore.
It's yours.
You have the conn, Seven of Nine.
[SOFT EXHALE]
♪
ESMAR/BORG COLLECTIVE:
Formation complete.
Weapons ready.
Advance.
TARGET: Spacedock.
Eliminate planetary defenses.
♪
♪
PICARD: The Fleet Museum.
Geordi, why are we here?
We need a ship. Something older, analog.
- Off-line from the others.
- You think we can use one of these?
Well, I was gonna save
this as a surprise one day,
but guess there's no
time like the present.
♪
The Enterprise-D.
But how?
Thank the good ol' Prime Directive.
GEORDI: The saucer was
retrieved from Veridian III
so as not to influence the system.
I've been restoring it bit
by bit over the last 20 years.
Engines and nacelles
come from the USS Syracuse.
Strange.
Seeing it makes me
feel [CLEARS THROAT]
You're not the only one, Data.
And obviously, we can't
use the Enterprise-E.
That was not my fault.
GEORDI: There's still a
ton of hull work yet to do,
and the port nacelle
cover is a nightmare
She's beautiful, Geordi.
Beautiful.
Will she fly?
What do you think, Admiral?
Oh, yes.
She'll fly.
GEORDI: Computer, lights.
[SYSTEMS POWERING UP]
♪
Is the bridge smaller,
or am I just bigger?
No, she's exactly how she was.
I prefer the weapon systems on the E.
- Additional phaser arrays, torpedo
- Worf!
She is perfect, Geordi.
Hello, chair.
Are you certain she's not connected
to the Starfleet mainframe?
Positive. You're looking at
the last functional ship in
the fleet not tied to the system.
You know, it wasn't until this moment,
reunited with all of you
I realize what I miss most.
- The carpet.
- [AMUSED CHUCKLES]
Worf, I've got drones loading torpedoes
into the bay as we speak.
Mr. La Forge, may I?
Absolutely, Admiral.
- Computer
- [COMPUTER CHIMES]
initiate system
reactivation procedures.
COMPUTER: Authorization acknowledged.
USS Enterprise now under
command of Captain Jean-Luc Picard.
Well, I hereby accept
the field demotion.
We've been here before.
And I'm reluctant to ask you all
to face this threat again.
We are the crew of the USS Enterprise.
But more than that,
we're your family.
Jack, Alandra, Sidney
they're our family, too.
Jean-Luc
wherever you go, we go.
Thank you, Number One.
Stations, please.
All systems on line, Captain.
Weapons are ready,
although they are limited.
- Well, at least we got 'em.
- If we encounter the Borg,
we're gonna need to run, shoot or hide.
So, Geordi, we'll
need every bit of power
you can get to those old shields.
Make it so.
Aye, sir.
♪
Mr. Data, set a direct course
for Earth, maximum warp.
Aye, Captain.
Course laid in, sir.
She's ready.
Engage.
♪
♪
♪
♪
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