Star Trek: The Next Generation s05e14 Episode Script
Conundrum
Captain's log, stardate 45494.
2.
We're investigating|a series of signals that may indicate intelligent life|in the Epsilon Silar system.
We are within sensor range.
The characteristic response|to the Kriskov Gambit is the el-Mitra Exchange.
Particularly as I have taken|both of your rooks.
By missing that opportunity,|you have left your king vulnerable.
- We'll see.
|- As you wish, Counsellor.
Check.
Intriguing.
You have devised an unanticipated|response to a classic attack.
You will checkmate my king|in seven moves.
Data, chess isn't just a game|of ploys and gambits.
It's a game of intuition.
You are a challenging opponent.
Thanks, but don't think a compliment|will get you out of our bet.
You owe me one Samarian Sunset|made in the traditional style .
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as only you can make it, Data.
I will honour that.
Raise your arm to the side.
- Is that it?|- I'm afraid so.
What do you think? You tucked when|you should have flattened out.
- Something like that.
|- Turn your head left.
Some tearing of the ligaments.
- Nothing we can't take care of.
|- Good.
If I remember correctly,|the last time you graced my sickbay, you were diving off|the Cliffs of Heaven on Sumiko IV.
- Holodeck program 47C.
|- Same thing.
Only that time I flattened out|when I should've tucked.
Well, as your doctor, I recommend|the Emerald Wading Pool on Cirrus IV.
It's a lot safer.
Navigators have done assessments|the same way for years, Ensign.
And I've found a better way.
Bridge.
Can we discuss changes|in procedure before you make them? - If I had to ask you|- I might have said - No.
|- Yes.
Maybe.
The point is,|I didn't get the chance.
The point is, with all due respect, you are trying to turn me|into your model officer.
The rules do not change just because|Ro Laren decides they do.
We are picking up|a subspace signal, Captain.
Sensors indicate|a small spacecraft ahead.
The configuration is unfamiliar.
|Nothing in our database.
- Within visual range.
|- On screen.
Analysis, Mr Worf.
No discernible armament.
|Reading one life form aboard.
Hail the vessel.
- No response.
|- We're being scanned.
It's not any system I've seen.
|Shall we raise shields? No.
Let's Let's begin this|with a show of good faith.
Sir, the scans match the frequency|of our optical-data network.
It could be an attempt|to access our computer.
Scanning intensity|has increased by 1500 percent.
Shields up.
One Samarian Sunset|made in the traditional style.
It's beautiful.
I hope you enjoy it.
I hope you enjoy it.
The scanning signal|has penetrated our shields.
- Computers are going down.
|- Take evasive action.
The helm's not responding.
What happened? What the hell? - I don't know who any of you are.
|- Nor do I.
I don't I don't even remember who I am.
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages|of the Starship Enterprise.
Its continuing mission,|to explore strange new worlds, .
.
to seek out new life|and new civilisations, .
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to boldly go|where no one has gone before.
Looks like|we're all in the same boat.
Make that the same starship.
But who are we?|What are we doing here? It looks like I'm the pilot.
We're not going anywhere.
|The helm's dead.
- But you still know how to work it.
|- Yes.
This console|has tactical configuration? Yes.
Phaser-power status,|intruder scan, torpedo guidance.
But they do not appear|to be operable.
Clearly, we possess certain skills.
|We know how to operate this ship.
But our identities|have somehow been erased or Or suppressed.
We are on the bridge.
There's a good chance|this is our ship.
- Looks like you're the leader.
|- Do not jump to conclusions.
I am decorated as well.
It seems to me determining leadership|is not crucial now.
We need to find out who we are|and what we're doing out here.
How did this happen?|What did this to us? Better still, who did this to us? I've got some intermittent|sensor readings here.
The scan keeps repeating|like it's stuck.
But it looks like metallic debris|in front of us.
Distance, 17 kilometres.
- The remains of another ship?|- A good possibility.
Perhaps we were engaged in battle.
If they stunned us,|that could have wiped our memories.
Then we fired back, destroyed them.
But if that is correct, we could have|sustained other damage.
Computer, status report.
- No voice interface.
|- No interface, period.
Got something.
I've accessed|the basic system directories.
Can we get a status report? Life-support systems throughout|the ship are fully operational.
Navigation, propulsion off line.
What about communications? - Completely disrupted.
|- That rules out a distress signal.
If we even knew where to send it.
Do we have|an on-board communications system? We do now.
Let's use it.
|This ship must have a crew.
They may still have their memories.
We should be careful.
|There could be a boarding party.
Bridge to all personnel.
Select a representative to contact|the bridge and report on your status.
Remain where you are and stay calm.
|Bridge out.
Well, that helps a lot Report on our status? I wonder if everyone|is in the same condition.
This hurts.
- How's that?|- Thanks.
I didn't even think.
I just picked it|up and knew how to use it.
At least I have an idea|of what I'm doing here.
But what about me? I mean, I'm a patient in a bathing|suit.
That doesn't say much.
No, it doesn't.
Do you have any clothes around here|I could borrow? At least until I figure out|where the swimming pool is.
We've heard from all decks.
There are over a thousand people.
Everyone's had their memories|affected like we have.
I have completed|a survey of our systems.
We are equipped|with ten phaser banks, - We're a battleship.
|- It appears so.
This turbolift gives us access|to the rest of the ship.
The next logical step.
|Start with the most crucial areas.
Main Engineering, deck 36.
|I'm on my way.
Wait a minute.
|We have to coordinate our efforts.
I need to do something.
I feel the same.
|If anything is going to get done I know, I just It's an ugly feeling,|being so out of control.
We have to depend on each other|to get through this, OK? - We're going to search the ship.
|- Proceed.
I'll go with you.
I want to use the computer core|to re-establish control.
I've accessed|the optical-data network.
I can monitor every system from here.
Warp and impulse drives|are within tolerance levels.
- So are the tactical arrays.
|- Everything looks functional now.
If we can access the control,|we can run it.
The Engineering computer-core|access is down that corridor.
Weapons, propulsion and shields|are the priorities in case of attack.
- That's where I'll start.
|- Begin on decks five through ten.
Try to pull up the personnel files.
|It'd be nice if we all had names.
- Good luck.
|- You, too.
Our survey teams have found|no injuries among the crew.
Shuttlecraft and transporters|are operational.
But no one knows anything|about their identities.
Engineering is working|on accessing the control systems.
As soon as we are operational,|we must be combat-ready.
Well, I would recommend|that before we prepare for combat, we try to access the ship's logs, find out who we are,|what our purpose here might be.
I disagree.
We must make ourselves ready|for battle.
That is our priority.
- Engineering to bridge.
|- Go ahead.
I have control of navigation,|weapons and communications.
We will tie them in in a few minutes.
Well done.
Now we are ready.
The question is, for what? The phasers are operational.
We now have full tactical control.
We should run a complete diagnostic.
A full diagnostic would require us|to take our systems off line.
We would be defenceless.
If we are going to trust our lives|to these systems, they can't fail.
The computer was damaged.
|Some processors might still be down.
Proceed with the diagnostic.
- What have you found, Doctor?|- Not much.
The brain scans are unusual,|but no damage to the hippocampus.
That suggests|we have our long-term memories.
But they're being blocked.
Can we bypass the normal pathways?|Get at our memories another way? That's what I'm hoping.
What I need are normal scans|for a comparison.
Can I get the crew's medical files? We are running a full diagnostic.
Computer resources are limited.
Medical records|are our next priority.
Thank you.
I guess these are my quarters|but I don't remember anything.
We're all in the same situation.
|Stay put.
We'll be in touch.
OK, sir.
Thanks.
That's all I need for now.
Well, that's it for living quarters|on this deck.
What's next? There's a large room ahead|called ten-forward.
Let's go.
If everything was as it should be,|what would you be doing now? I'd be having more fun|than searching this ship.
- Fun?|- That holodeck we just saw.
I think I could conjure up|an interesting program.
- That's disappointing.
|- Why? You don't strike me as a man who|needs a holodeck to have a good time.
- Who reported to the bridge?|- I did.
Have you found out anything? Not specifically, but there are|two things that seem unusual.
The bartender|is an artificial life form.
Can I get you something? A beverage? - No, thank you.
|- I'm fine.
Your memories are gone? The data banks that identify|who I am are not functioning.
- Something else?|- I don't know what it means.
I seem to have an ability|that the others don't.
I have a very strong sense|of what other people are feeling.
At times, it's almost - Is something wrong?|- No.
Just for a moment,|you seemed familiar.
- You remember me?|- Not exactly.
I mean, I don't know who you are,|but there's something about you.
- Bridge to survey team.
|- Go ahead.
We have accessed the personnel|files.
Report to the bridge.
We're on our way.
Give me a biographical listing of all personnel responsible|for the ship's primary operation.
A full listing is not available.
Is there any list|of the ship's senior officers? The crew manifest is available.
It's better than nothing.
Commanding Officer,|Capt Jean-Luc Picard.
Executive Officer,|Cmdr Keiran MacDuff.
Second Officer, Cmdr William Riker.
Operations Officer, Lt Cmdr Data.
Chief Medical Officer,|Dr Beverly Crusher.
Ship's Counsellor,|Lt Cmdr Deanna Troi.
Chief Engineer,|Lt Cmdr Geordi La Forge.
Security Chief, Lt Worf.
Helm Officer, Ensign Ro Laren.
Cmdr MacDuff, have the other officers|report to the bridge.
Aye, sir.
Your next priority is to retrieve|any information about our mission.
Contact the Operations Officer|to assist you.
He's in ten-forward, waiting tables.
Captain.
I regret my recent behaviour.
I assumed an attitude of authority|that was unwarranted.
Mr Worf, we're all doing the best|we can.
Think nothing more of it.
Thank you, Captain.
We haven't finished|but we have found out a bit.
This vessel is the Enterprise.
We are part of|the United Federation of Planets.
- The Federation is at war.
|- With whom? The Lysian Alliance, a genocidal race|determined to destroy us.
The war has gone on for years.
Starfleet Command believes|the Lysians have a new weapon which has shifted|the balance to their favour.
Over the last two months,|14 Federation vessels have been captured, easily,|their crews held on Lysia.
What is this weapon? Our scientists theorise|they are using an energy wave, either plasma-based|or a subspace interference pattern.
The weapon disrupts|a starship's computer system and the mental functions|of its crew.
That's what happened to us.
Do we have any record|of our current mission? Yes, sir.
We are approximately here.
We've been ordered into Lysian|territory to destroy their command.
This is it.
The nerve centre|for the Lysian military operation.
Captain, there's been damage|to our computer system.
Maybe we don't have|the correct information.
What are you saying? That we get confirmation|of this mission from headquarters.
If we use subspace radio,|we will be detected.
There may be thousands of lives|at stake.
Our orders require us|to maintain radio silence.
Our mission is part of an effort|to end the war.
There are other vessels on|other fronts, all working to a plan.
We're the lynchpin to the operation.
If we don't destroy their command,|the effort fails.
He's right.
Our choice is clear.
Cmdr MacDuff, set a course|for the Lysian central command.
These are your quarters.
Thanks for your help.
|Come in for a minute? Recognise anything? It's like it belongs to someone else.
Nothing feels right.
This room, this ship Most of all, this war we're fighting.
I don't imagine war ever feels right.
I suppose that's true.
- What is it?|- That same feeling.
You seem familiar.
|You're the only thing that does.
Can you remember|anything specific about us? I don't know.
It's more like|remembering an emotion, feelings that|you're somehow associated with.
- I hope they're good feelings.
|- Yes, they are.
This entire situation|is a little bit unnerving.
It's been a long day.
|We've been through a lot.
We certainly have.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Goodnight.
Hi.
I didn't get the wrong room.
I didn't like the way|my quarters were decorated.
Besides, I have a feeling|I spend most of my off hours here.
Really? For all we know,|you and I could be married.
For all we know,|you and I could hate each other.
Sort of exciting, isn't it?|We just don't know.
- We might regret this.
|- Regret what? Aren't you being presumptuous? Like I said, I didn't like the way|my quarters were decorated.
Maybe we should switch quarters.
Maybe we should stay here|and see what happens.
What if I snore in my sleep? What makes you think|you're gonna get any sleep? We have crossed the Lysian border.
Take us out of warp.
|Three-quarters impulse.
- Maintain a sensor sweep.
|- Aye, sir.
How long till their central command? At our current speed, 37 hours.
Captain,|I am picking up a vessel ahead.
Can you identify it? The ship matches the description|of a Lysian destroyer.
A short-range attack vessel with|disruptor weapons and a crew of 53.
- Within visual range.
|- On screen.
The destroyer is increasing speed|to intercept.
- Evasive sequence delta.
|- Yes, sir.
They are matching our manoeuvres.
Activating phaser arrays.
|Ready to fire, sir.
Stand by.
Captain, our orders were|to destroy all Lysian warships.
I'm aware of that, Commander.
Tactical analysis, Mr Data? The destroyer has minimal shields.
Their disruptor capacity|is only 2.
1 megajoules.
- No match for the Enterprise.
|- Captain.
- The destroyer is hailing us.
|- Open a channel.
No.
Their new weapon,|whatever erased our memories, maybe they do it|over communication channels.
It is conceivable, sir.
It's also possible|they just want to talk to us.
- I think we should respond.
|- The ship is hailing us.
If you're wrong,|it could mean our destruction.
The Lysians|have stopped transmitting.
They have powered up their|disruptors.
They have locked onto us.
- Full shields.
|- Shields up.
Captain? Return fire.
The ship has been destroyed.
Maintain course, Ensign.
|Three-quarters impulse.
- Yes, sir.
|- Well done, Captain.
The Lysians would have received|any transmission by now.
They will be on alert.
I recommend|a randomly vectored approach.
It's our best chance|of avoiding any pursuit.
Agreed.
Success would be more likely|if we had our memories.
Anything you can do? I found several cases resembling this|in the medical index.
The causes are different|but the cure is similar in each case.
- Could it work for us?|- That's what I'm hoping.
It involves increasing the activity|of the medial-temporal region using short-term synapses|to retrieve long-term memory.
- When can you start?|- When our files become available.
- It would be dangerous without them.
|- Mr La Forge? Data and I ran into trouble|accessing the medical files but with time we'll get there.
- Three hours, maximum.
|- Proceed.
I don't get it.
|I'm still hitting a file wall.
There appears to be|a command-path discontinuity.
I shall attempt to rewrite|the locator subroutine.
You must have been some bartender.
|Too bad there aren't more of you.
Yes.
I wonder why|you're the only one on board.
I have expended considerable thought with respect|to my apparent uniqueness.
Any conclusions? Several possibilities|suggest themselves.
I may represent an entire race|of artificial life forms.
If so, there may be a home planet.
A shared history and culture|of which I am not aware.
Or you could have been built|for this ship.
I have considered that.
It may be the case|that every starship is equipped|with an artificial life form.
If that's true, maybe you all look|alike.
A standard-issue android.
There is another possibility.
Perhaps my origin is unique.
|In that case, I am alone.
We have accessed|the information-storage area.
- The files are damaged.
|- The mission reports are gone.
As well as the crew records|and the personal logs.
So are the medical records.
Come in.
I'm restless.
|Mind if I visit for a while? Please.
- What's wrong?|- Everything.
Every time I think about this war,|our mission, I feel panic,|like a hand closing around my throat.
You're never gonna feel good|about this war.
But we must complete our mission.
I've been doing a little research|about William T Riker.
- What have you discovered?|- He's a musician.
Very impressive.
No one was more surprised than I.
What else has|your research uncovered? He's athletically inclined,|loves to climb mountains.
He's from somewhere called Alaska.
He enjoys exotic food, and takes his vacations|on a planet called Risa.
Ode to Psyche by John Keats.
Open it.
"To Will, all my love, Deanna.
" That may explain some|of the familiar feelings we have.
I don't know what to think.
Come in.
- Counsellor.
|- Ensign.
Am I interrupting anything? - No.
|- No.
I was just visiting.
|We'll talk again soon, Commander.
Of course.
Thank you, Counsellor.
Bye.
And what was all of that about? We were just discussing|the situation we're in.
Good.
Because I have a feeling|that I used to be the jealous type.
What bothers me|is how specific this damage is.
Any records of a personal nature,|about who we are, those are gone.
It's too selective.
As selective|as what was done to our memories.
Skills are in place,|but not personal knowledge.
It is consistent|with the Lysian weapon.
Do we need to see the medical files|to attempt treatment? It would be dangerous without them.
- It's a risk we have to take.
|- He's right.
I volunteer for the procedure.
That's strange.
The diencephalic|activity is exactly the same.
There should be some increase.
Let's broaden the bandwidth.
Go to 30.
1.
Raise the frequency as well.
|Increase it by 33 percent.
Something's wrong|with the sequencing program.
Keiran.
I'm alright.
- What happened?|- I don't know.
Something went wrong|with the sequence initiator.
We're lucky we didn't lose you.
Did any of this work?|Do you remember anything more? No, I'm sorry, Doctor.
Back to square one.
Come.
- You wanted to see me, Captain?|- Yes.
Please, sit down.
I find myself having grave concerns|about our mission.
Concerns? As to its success? No, no.
More fundamental doubts.
Whether or not it can be justified.
I've asked myself the same thing.
I'm sure our superiors|feel their orders are justified.
Orders we can't even verify.
Orders we can't ignore.
But I also can't ignore|that we have greatly outclassed the one enemy vessel|we've encountered, and that every single possible shred|of information which might shed light on this|situation has been eliminated.
I feel as though|I've been handed a weapon, sent into a room|and told to shoot a stranger.
Well, I need some moral context|to justify that action.
And I don't have it.
I'm not content to obey orders.
I need to know|that what I'm doing is right.
So do I.
I'd feel better|if all the questions were answered.
If you want to abandon our mission,|that's your choice, but I must ask you, is it right|to risk prolonging this war, to allow the deaths of thousands|on both sides on the basis of our moral discomfort? Come.
Lieutenant.
- You wished to see me, sir?|- I did.
Please.
Memory or no, it seems clear|that you and I were born for battle.
- More so than the others.
|- I thought this as well.
It's conceivable that is why we have|been assigned to this vessel.
The Enterprise has science officers,|medical specialists, engineers.
Our Captain is undoubtedly|an accomplished diplomat.
But we are the warriors.
There are times for diplomacy.
|This is not one of them.
You're concerned about the Captain? I am concerned about completing|our mission, ending this war.
In victory.
We may soon face a critical moment.
The success of our mission|may hang on a split-second decision.
A hesitation would kill us all.
Those that are counting on us|would die as well.
We cannot let this happen.
That'll be all.
We are entering the Lysian system.
- Slow to one-quarter impulse.
|- Yes, sir.
The central command|is still beyond weapon range.
Red alert.
Battle stations.
Bring us to an attack posture,|Mr Worf.
Sensors show several objects,|29 metres in length and unmanned.
According to Starfleet records,|they are sentry pods.
I read 47 of them.
Tactical analysis, Mr Data? The pods have fusion-generated|pulse lasers and minimal shielding.
Not much power.
Forward shields to maximum.
|Lock phasers on the sentry pods.
- Prepare to return fire.
|- Shields up.
Phasers locked on targets.
Full impulse.
|Take us straight through.
We are through, sir.
That was too easy.
We have yet to encounter any|battleships.
They may lie ahead.
Load all torpedo bays.
Ready phasers.
Aye, sir.
Approaching central command.
Mr Data, scan for defences.
I'm picking up no vessels,|no sentry pods.
Optimal firing range in 55 seconds.
Phaser banks ready.
|Loading torpedoes.
What are the defensive capabilities|of the command? Armaments consist|of four laser cannons and 39 cobalt-fusion warheads|with magnetic propulsion.
Defensive-shield output|is 4.
3 kilojoules.
One photon torpedo ought to do it.
- How many people are there?|- 15,311.
- We're within range, Captain.
|- Stand by.
- Waiting on your orders, sir.
|- Captain, this isn't right.
The rest of our forces depend on us.
How can our mortal enemy be 100|years behind us in technology? Their battleships may be|on their way.
We must attack.
I do not fire on defenceless people.
- Mr Worf, open a channel.
|- Belay that order.
There is something wrong|with the Captain.
Fire all weapons! Mr Worf! Captain's log, supplemental.
We are on course to Starbase 301.
Dr Crusher has restored|the memories of most of the crew.
The Lysians have identified|Cmdr MacDuff as a Satarran, an alien race that's been at war|with the Lysians for decades.
I have conveyed|our deepest regrets to the Lysians over the tragedy|of their lost ship and crew.
With all the power MacDuff had to alter our brain chemistry|and manipulate the computers, it's hard to believe he needed us.
The Satarrans' weapons are no more|advanced than the Lysians'.
One photon torpedo|would have ended their war.
It almost did.
I hope I'm not interrupting.
- No.
|- No.
- I was hoping to run into you.
|- Please, sit down.
Well, I'm glad I ran|into the two of you.
When you have no memory|of who you are, you find yourself The Counsellor tells me|that at times like that, we might do the things|that we've always wanted to do.
- She said that?|- It's psychologically valid.
Commander, don't worry about it.
As far as I'm concerned,|you and I shared something that we will treasure forever.
Well, I'm a little confused.
Well, if you're still confused|tomorrow, you know where my office is.
2.
We're investigating|a series of signals that may indicate intelligent life|in the Epsilon Silar system.
We are within sensor range.
The characteristic response|to the Kriskov Gambit is the el-Mitra Exchange.
Particularly as I have taken|both of your rooks.
By missing that opportunity,|you have left your king vulnerable.
- We'll see.
|- As you wish, Counsellor.
Check.
Intriguing.
You have devised an unanticipated|response to a classic attack.
You will checkmate my king|in seven moves.
Data, chess isn't just a game|of ploys and gambits.
It's a game of intuition.
You are a challenging opponent.
Thanks, but don't think a compliment|will get you out of our bet.
You owe me one Samarian Sunset|made in the traditional style .
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as only you can make it, Data.
I will honour that.
Raise your arm to the side.
- Is that it?|- I'm afraid so.
What do you think? You tucked when|you should have flattened out.
- Something like that.
|- Turn your head left.
Some tearing of the ligaments.
- Nothing we can't take care of.
|- Good.
If I remember correctly,|the last time you graced my sickbay, you were diving off|the Cliffs of Heaven on Sumiko IV.
- Holodeck program 47C.
|- Same thing.
Only that time I flattened out|when I should've tucked.
Well, as your doctor, I recommend|the Emerald Wading Pool on Cirrus IV.
It's a lot safer.
Navigators have done assessments|the same way for years, Ensign.
And I've found a better way.
Bridge.
Can we discuss changes|in procedure before you make them? - If I had to ask you|- I might have said - No.
|- Yes.
Maybe.
The point is,|I didn't get the chance.
The point is, with all due respect, you are trying to turn me|into your model officer.
The rules do not change just because|Ro Laren decides they do.
We are picking up|a subspace signal, Captain.
Sensors indicate|a small spacecraft ahead.
The configuration is unfamiliar.
|Nothing in our database.
- Within visual range.
|- On screen.
Analysis, Mr Worf.
No discernible armament.
|Reading one life form aboard.
Hail the vessel.
- No response.
|- We're being scanned.
It's not any system I've seen.
|Shall we raise shields? No.
Let's Let's begin this|with a show of good faith.
Sir, the scans match the frequency|of our optical-data network.
It could be an attempt|to access our computer.
Scanning intensity|has increased by 1500 percent.
Shields up.
One Samarian Sunset|made in the traditional style.
It's beautiful.
I hope you enjoy it.
I hope you enjoy it.
The scanning signal|has penetrated our shields.
- Computers are going down.
|- Take evasive action.
The helm's not responding.
What happened? What the hell? - I don't know who any of you are.
|- Nor do I.
I don't I don't even remember who I am.
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages|of the Starship Enterprise.
Its continuing mission,|to explore strange new worlds, .
.
to seek out new life|and new civilisations, .
.
to boldly go|where no one has gone before.
Looks like|we're all in the same boat.
Make that the same starship.
But who are we?|What are we doing here? It looks like I'm the pilot.
We're not going anywhere.
|The helm's dead.
- But you still know how to work it.
|- Yes.
This console|has tactical configuration? Yes.
Phaser-power status,|intruder scan, torpedo guidance.
But they do not appear|to be operable.
Clearly, we possess certain skills.
|We know how to operate this ship.
But our identities|have somehow been erased or Or suppressed.
We are on the bridge.
There's a good chance|this is our ship.
- Looks like you're the leader.
|- Do not jump to conclusions.
I am decorated as well.
It seems to me determining leadership|is not crucial now.
We need to find out who we are|and what we're doing out here.
How did this happen?|What did this to us? Better still, who did this to us? I've got some intermittent|sensor readings here.
The scan keeps repeating|like it's stuck.
But it looks like metallic debris|in front of us.
Distance, 17 kilometres.
- The remains of another ship?|- A good possibility.
Perhaps we were engaged in battle.
If they stunned us,|that could have wiped our memories.
Then we fired back, destroyed them.
But if that is correct, we could have|sustained other damage.
Computer, status report.
- No voice interface.
|- No interface, period.
Got something.
I've accessed|the basic system directories.
Can we get a status report? Life-support systems throughout|the ship are fully operational.
Navigation, propulsion off line.
What about communications? - Completely disrupted.
|- That rules out a distress signal.
If we even knew where to send it.
Do we have|an on-board communications system? We do now.
Let's use it.
|This ship must have a crew.
They may still have their memories.
We should be careful.
|There could be a boarding party.
Bridge to all personnel.
Select a representative to contact|the bridge and report on your status.
Remain where you are and stay calm.
|Bridge out.
Well, that helps a lot Report on our status? I wonder if everyone|is in the same condition.
This hurts.
- How's that?|- Thanks.
I didn't even think.
I just picked it|up and knew how to use it.
At least I have an idea|of what I'm doing here.
But what about me? I mean, I'm a patient in a bathing|suit.
That doesn't say much.
No, it doesn't.
Do you have any clothes around here|I could borrow? At least until I figure out|where the swimming pool is.
We've heard from all decks.
There are over a thousand people.
Everyone's had their memories|affected like we have.
I have completed|a survey of our systems.
We are equipped|with ten phaser banks, - We're a battleship.
|- It appears so.
This turbolift gives us access|to the rest of the ship.
The next logical step.
|Start with the most crucial areas.
Main Engineering, deck 36.
|I'm on my way.
Wait a minute.
|We have to coordinate our efforts.
I need to do something.
I feel the same.
|If anything is going to get done I know, I just It's an ugly feeling,|being so out of control.
We have to depend on each other|to get through this, OK? - We're going to search the ship.
|- Proceed.
I'll go with you.
I want to use the computer core|to re-establish control.
I've accessed|the optical-data network.
I can monitor every system from here.
Warp and impulse drives|are within tolerance levels.
- So are the tactical arrays.
|- Everything looks functional now.
If we can access the control,|we can run it.
The Engineering computer-core|access is down that corridor.
Weapons, propulsion and shields|are the priorities in case of attack.
- That's where I'll start.
|- Begin on decks five through ten.
Try to pull up the personnel files.
|It'd be nice if we all had names.
- Good luck.
|- You, too.
Our survey teams have found|no injuries among the crew.
Shuttlecraft and transporters|are operational.
But no one knows anything|about their identities.
Engineering is working|on accessing the control systems.
As soon as we are operational,|we must be combat-ready.
Well, I would recommend|that before we prepare for combat, we try to access the ship's logs, find out who we are,|what our purpose here might be.
I disagree.
We must make ourselves ready|for battle.
That is our priority.
- Engineering to bridge.
|- Go ahead.
I have control of navigation,|weapons and communications.
We will tie them in in a few minutes.
Well done.
Now we are ready.
The question is, for what? The phasers are operational.
We now have full tactical control.
We should run a complete diagnostic.
A full diagnostic would require us|to take our systems off line.
We would be defenceless.
If we are going to trust our lives|to these systems, they can't fail.
The computer was damaged.
|Some processors might still be down.
Proceed with the diagnostic.
- What have you found, Doctor?|- Not much.
The brain scans are unusual,|but no damage to the hippocampus.
That suggests|we have our long-term memories.
But they're being blocked.
Can we bypass the normal pathways?|Get at our memories another way? That's what I'm hoping.
What I need are normal scans|for a comparison.
Can I get the crew's medical files? We are running a full diagnostic.
Computer resources are limited.
Medical records|are our next priority.
Thank you.
I guess these are my quarters|but I don't remember anything.
We're all in the same situation.
|Stay put.
We'll be in touch.
OK, sir.
Thanks.
That's all I need for now.
Well, that's it for living quarters|on this deck.
What's next? There's a large room ahead|called ten-forward.
Let's go.
If everything was as it should be,|what would you be doing now? I'd be having more fun|than searching this ship.
- Fun?|- That holodeck we just saw.
I think I could conjure up|an interesting program.
- That's disappointing.
|- Why? You don't strike me as a man who|needs a holodeck to have a good time.
- Who reported to the bridge?|- I did.
Have you found out anything? Not specifically, but there are|two things that seem unusual.
The bartender|is an artificial life form.
Can I get you something? A beverage? - No, thank you.
|- I'm fine.
Your memories are gone? The data banks that identify|who I am are not functioning.
- Something else?|- I don't know what it means.
I seem to have an ability|that the others don't.
I have a very strong sense|of what other people are feeling.
At times, it's almost - Is something wrong?|- No.
Just for a moment,|you seemed familiar.
- You remember me?|- Not exactly.
I mean, I don't know who you are,|but there's something about you.
- Bridge to survey team.
|- Go ahead.
We have accessed the personnel|files.
Report to the bridge.
We're on our way.
Give me a biographical listing of all personnel responsible|for the ship's primary operation.
A full listing is not available.
Is there any list|of the ship's senior officers? The crew manifest is available.
It's better than nothing.
Commanding Officer,|Capt Jean-Luc Picard.
Executive Officer,|Cmdr Keiran MacDuff.
Second Officer, Cmdr William Riker.
Operations Officer, Lt Cmdr Data.
Chief Medical Officer,|Dr Beverly Crusher.
Ship's Counsellor,|Lt Cmdr Deanna Troi.
Chief Engineer,|Lt Cmdr Geordi La Forge.
Security Chief, Lt Worf.
Helm Officer, Ensign Ro Laren.
Cmdr MacDuff, have the other officers|report to the bridge.
Aye, sir.
Your next priority is to retrieve|any information about our mission.
Contact the Operations Officer|to assist you.
He's in ten-forward, waiting tables.
Captain.
I regret my recent behaviour.
I assumed an attitude of authority|that was unwarranted.
Mr Worf, we're all doing the best|we can.
Think nothing more of it.
Thank you, Captain.
We haven't finished|but we have found out a bit.
This vessel is the Enterprise.
We are part of|the United Federation of Planets.
- The Federation is at war.
|- With whom? The Lysian Alliance, a genocidal race|determined to destroy us.
The war has gone on for years.
Starfleet Command believes|the Lysians have a new weapon which has shifted|the balance to their favour.
Over the last two months,|14 Federation vessels have been captured, easily,|their crews held on Lysia.
What is this weapon? Our scientists theorise|they are using an energy wave, either plasma-based|or a subspace interference pattern.
The weapon disrupts|a starship's computer system and the mental functions|of its crew.
That's what happened to us.
Do we have any record|of our current mission? Yes, sir.
We are approximately here.
We've been ordered into Lysian|territory to destroy their command.
This is it.
The nerve centre|for the Lysian military operation.
Captain, there's been damage|to our computer system.
Maybe we don't have|the correct information.
What are you saying? That we get confirmation|of this mission from headquarters.
If we use subspace radio,|we will be detected.
There may be thousands of lives|at stake.
Our orders require us|to maintain radio silence.
Our mission is part of an effort|to end the war.
There are other vessels on|other fronts, all working to a plan.
We're the lynchpin to the operation.
If we don't destroy their command,|the effort fails.
He's right.
Our choice is clear.
Cmdr MacDuff, set a course|for the Lysian central command.
These are your quarters.
Thanks for your help.
|Come in for a minute? Recognise anything? It's like it belongs to someone else.
Nothing feels right.
This room, this ship Most of all, this war we're fighting.
I don't imagine war ever feels right.
I suppose that's true.
- What is it?|- That same feeling.
You seem familiar.
|You're the only thing that does.
Can you remember|anything specific about us? I don't know.
It's more like|remembering an emotion, feelings that|you're somehow associated with.
- I hope they're good feelings.
|- Yes, they are.
This entire situation|is a little bit unnerving.
It's been a long day.
|We've been through a lot.
We certainly have.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Goodnight.
Hi.
I didn't get the wrong room.
I didn't like the way|my quarters were decorated.
Besides, I have a feeling|I spend most of my off hours here.
Really? For all we know,|you and I could be married.
For all we know,|you and I could hate each other.
Sort of exciting, isn't it?|We just don't know.
- We might regret this.
|- Regret what? Aren't you being presumptuous? Like I said, I didn't like the way|my quarters were decorated.
Maybe we should switch quarters.
Maybe we should stay here|and see what happens.
What if I snore in my sleep? What makes you think|you're gonna get any sleep? We have crossed the Lysian border.
Take us out of warp.
|Three-quarters impulse.
- Maintain a sensor sweep.
|- Aye, sir.
How long till their central command? At our current speed, 37 hours.
Captain,|I am picking up a vessel ahead.
Can you identify it? The ship matches the description|of a Lysian destroyer.
A short-range attack vessel with|disruptor weapons and a crew of 53.
- Within visual range.
|- On screen.
The destroyer is increasing speed|to intercept.
- Evasive sequence delta.
|- Yes, sir.
They are matching our manoeuvres.
Activating phaser arrays.
|Ready to fire, sir.
Stand by.
Captain, our orders were|to destroy all Lysian warships.
I'm aware of that, Commander.
Tactical analysis, Mr Data? The destroyer has minimal shields.
Their disruptor capacity|is only 2.
1 megajoules.
- No match for the Enterprise.
|- Captain.
- The destroyer is hailing us.
|- Open a channel.
No.
Their new weapon,|whatever erased our memories, maybe they do it|over communication channels.
It is conceivable, sir.
It's also possible|they just want to talk to us.
- I think we should respond.
|- The ship is hailing us.
If you're wrong,|it could mean our destruction.
The Lysians|have stopped transmitting.
They have powered up their|disruptors.
They have locked onto us.
- Full shields.
|- Shields up.
Captain? Return fire.
The ship has been destroyed.
Maintain course, Ensign.
|Three-quarters impulse.
- Yes, sir.
|- Well done, Captain.
The Lysians would have received|any transmission by now.
They will be on alert.
I recommend|a randomly vectored approach.
It's our best chance|of avoiding any pursuit.
Agreed.
Success would be more likely|if we had our memories.
Anything you can do? I found several cases resembling this|in the medical index.
The causes are different|but the cure is similar in each case.
- Could it work for us?|- That's what I'm hoping.
It involves increasing the activity|of the medial-temporal region using short-term synapses|to retrieve long-term memory.
- When can you start?|- When our files become available.
- It would be dangerous without them.
|- Mr La Forge? Data and I ran into trouble|accessing the medical files but with time we'll get there.
- Three hours, maximum.
|- Proceed.
I don't get it.
|I'm still hitting a file wall.
There appears to be|a command-path discontinuity.
I shall attempt to rewrite|the locator subroutine.
You must have been some bartender.
|Too bad there aren't more of you.
Yes.
I wonder why|you're the only one on board.
I have expended considerable thought with respect|to my apparent uniqueness.
Any conclusions? Several possibilities|suggest themselves.
I may represent an entire race|of artificial life forms.
If so, there may be a home planet.
A shared history and culture|of which I am not aware.
Or you could have been built|for this ship.
I have considered that.
It may be the case|that every starship is equipped|with an artificial life form.
If that's true, maybe you all look|alike.
A standard-issue android.
There is another possibility.
Perhaps my origin is unique.
|In that case, I am alone.
We have accessed|the information-storage area.
- The files are damaged.
|- The mission reports are gone.
As well as the crew records|and the personal logs.
So are the medical records.
Come in.
I'm restless.
|Mind if I visit for a while? Please.
- What's wrong?|- Everything.
Every time I think about this war,|our mission, I feel panic,|like a hand closing around my throat.
You're never gonna feel good|about this war.
But we must complete our mission.
I've been doing a little research|about William T Riker.
- What have you discovered?|- He's a musician.
Very impressive.
No one was more surprised than I.
What else has|your research uncovered? He's athletically inclined,|loves to climb mountains.
He's from somewhere called Alaska.
He enjoys exotic food, and takes his vacations|on a planet called Risa.
Ode to Psyche by John Keats.
Open it.
"To Will, all my love, Deanna.
" That may explain some|of the familiar feelings we have.
I don't know what to think.
Come in.
- Counsellor.
|- Ensign.
Am I interrupting anything? - No.
|- No.
I was just visiting.
|We'll talk again soon, Commander.
Of course.
Thank you, Counsellor.
Bye.
And what was all of that about? We were just discussing|the situation we're in.
Good.
Because I have a feeling|that I used to be the jealous type.
What bothers me|is how specific this damage is.
Any records of a personal nature,|about who we are, those are gone.
It's too selective.
As selective|as what was done to our memories.
Skills are in place,|but not personal knowledge.
It is consistent|with the Lysian weapon.
Do we need to see the medical files|to attempt treatment? It would be dangerous without them.
- It's a risk we have to take.
|- He's right.
I volunteer for the procedure.
That's strange.
The diencephalic|activity is exactly the same.
There should be some increase.
Let's broaden the bandwidth.
Go to 30.
1.
Raise the frequency as well.
|Increase it by 33 percent.
Something's wrong|with the sequencing program.
Keiran.
I'm alright.
- What happened?|- I don't know.
Something went wrong|with the sequence initiator.
We're lucky we didn't lose you.
Did any of this work?|Do you remember anything more? No, I'm sorry, Doctor.
Back to square one.
Come.
- You wanted to see me, Captain?|- Yes.
Please, sit down.
I find myself having grave concerns|about our mission.
Concerns? As to its success? No, no.
More fundamental doubts.
Whether or not it can be justified.
I've asked myself the same thing.
I'm sure our superiors|feel their orders are justified.
Orders we can't even verify.
Orders we can't ignore.
But I also can't ignore|that we have greatly outclassed the one enemy vessel|we've encountered, and that every single possible shred|of information which might shed light on this|situation has been eliminated.
I feel as though|I've been handed a weapon, sent into a room|and told to shoot a stranger.
Well, I need some moral context|to justify that action.
And I don't have it.
I'm not content to obey orders.
I need to know|that what I'm doing is right.
So do I.
I'd feel better|if all the questions were answered.
If you want to abandon our mission,|that's your choice, but I must ask you, is it right|to risk prolonging this war, to allow the deaths of thousands|on both sides on the basis of our moral discomfort? Come.
Lieutenant.
- You wished to see me, sir?|- I did.
Please.
Memory or no, it seems clear|that you and I were born for battle.
- More so than the others.
|- I thought this as well.
It's conceivable that is why we have|been assigned to this vessel.
The Enterprise has science officers,|medical specialists, engineers.
Our Captain is undoubtedly|an accomplished diplomat.
But we are the warriors.
There are times for diplomacy.
|This is not one of them.
You're concerned about the Captain? I am concerned about completing|our mission, ending this war.
In victory.
We may soon face a critical moment.
The success of our mission|may hang on a split-second decision.
A hesitation would kill us all.
Those that are counting on us|would die as well.
We cannot let this happen.
That'll be all.
We are entering the Lysian system.
- Slow to one-quarter impulse.
|- Yes, sir.
The central command|is still beyond weapon range.
Red alert.
Battle stations.
Bring us to an attack posture,|Mr Worf.
Sensors show several objects,|29 metres in length and unmanned.
According to Starfleet records,|they are sentry pods.
I read 47 of them.
Tactical analysis, Mr Data? The pods have fusion-generated|pulse lasers and minimal shielding.
Not much power.
Forward shields to maximum.
|Lock phasers on the sentry pods.
- Prepare to return fire.
|- Shields up.
Phasers locked on targets.
Full impulse.
|Take us straight through.
We are through, sir.
That was too easy.
We have yet to encounter any|battleships.
They may lie ahead.
Load all torpedo bays.
Ready phasers.
Aye, sir.
Approaching central command.
Mr Data, scan for defences.
I'm picking up no vessels,|no sentry pods.
Optimal firing range in 55 seconds.
Phaser banks ready.
|Loading torpedoes.
What are the defensive capabilities|of the command? Armaments consist|of four laser cannons and 39 cobalt-fusion warheads|with magnetic propulsion.
Defensive-shield output|is 4.
3 kilojoules.
One photon torpedo ought to do it.
- How many people are there?|- 15,311.
- We're within range, Captain.
|- Stand by.
- Waiting on your orders, sir.
|- Captain, this isn't right.
The rest of our forces depend on us.
How can our mortal enemy be 100|years behind us in technology? Their battleships may be|on their way.
We must attack.
I do not fire on defenceless people.
- Mr Worf, open a channel.
|- Belay that order.
There is something wrong|with the Captain.
Fire all weapons! Mr Worf! Captain's log, supplemental.
We are on course to Starbase 301.
Dr Crusher has restored|the memories of most of the crew.
The Lysians have identified|Cmdr MacDuff as a Satarran, an alien race that's been at war|with the Lysians for decades.
I have conveyed|our deepest regrets to the Lysians over the tragedy|of their lost ship and crew.
With all the power MacDuff had to alter our brain chemistry|and manipulate the computers, it's hard to believe he needed us.
The Satarrans' weapons are no more|advanced than the Lysians'.
One photon torpedo|would have ended their war.
It almost did.
I hope I'm not interrupting.
- No.
|- No.
- I was hoping to run into you.
|- Please, sit down.
Well, I'm glad I ran|into the two of you.
When you have no memory|of who you are, you find yourself The Counsellor tells me|that at times like that, we might do the things|that we've always wanted to do.
- She said that?|- It's psychologically valid.
Commander, don't worry about it.
As far as I'm concerned,|you and I shared something that we will treasure forever.
Well, I'm a little confused.
Well, if you're still confused|tomorrow, you know where my office is.