Janeway: P'tahk! Prepare to meet your ancestors!
Janeway: This battle is yours today, but the House of Mo'kai will never yield.
Karr: Doh-cha scree! Move away, coward. I want to make this kill.
Janeway: You should have killed me when my back was turned.
Karr: I want to see the fear in your eyes.
Janeway: Look closely and you'll see your own destruction.
Karr: You are resilient prey.
Janeway: I'm no one's prey.
Karr: You are mine, now and after death. Sickbay, this is Holodeck two. Janeway requires medical assistance.
Medic: She'll survive.
Karr: What about her neural interface?
Medic: Stable.
Karr: Are you sure? There were times when she seemed aware of who she is.
Medic: Impossible. I was monitoring the crew during the entire simulation. She believes she's whoever we program her to be. Shall I return her to the Klingon simulation?
Karr: No. Bring her to Holodeck one. I've found another program I want to try. A conflict that took place on her own planet. It should prove stimulating.
Seven: Wrong, would it be wrong to kiss? Seeing I feel like this, would it be wrong to try? Wrong, would it be wrong to stay, here in your arms this way, under this starry sky? If it is wrong
Janeway: Welcome to Le Coeur de Lion. I'm Katrine. The first round is with my compliments, on one condition. You leave the war outside. More escargot for table nine. Jacques, no lady tonight? Oh, we'll have to see what we can do about that.
Janeway: Forgive my neglecting you. Now, where were we? Ah, yes, my latest adventure in Paris.
Janeway: I'm afraid I'll have to neglect you again. Excuse me.
Tuvok: That's him.
Janeway: Our new Kommandant?
Tuvok: British intelligence believes he's been sent here to oversee the occupation of the city.
Janeway: What's his history?
Tuvok: He served with Rommel in North Africa and Schmidt in Poland. He is a formidable military strategist, notorious for his cruelty.
Janeway: Ah. Let's make him feel at home. Send him a bottle of Chateau LaTour. My compliments.
Tuvok: The '29?
Janeway: I hate to waste good wine. Give him the '36.
Tuvok: As you wish.
Seven: And I have waited so long. It must be right. It can't be wrong.
Seven: Merci. Be generous to Claude this evening. Without him, my voice is empty. Good evening.
Turanj: Sing.
Seven: Tonight's performance is over. Return tomorrow.
Turanj: Now.
Seven: Remove your hand.
Turanj: Obey me, or I will hunt you down and your bones will adorn the bulkhead of my ship.
Karr: Sit down and play the game. In this setting, we have no ships. We are an ancient race of soldiers intent upon conquering this world. Play the game.
Janeway: Now, now, what's this? Mademoiselle LeNeuf will be happy to sing another song. Just give her a few minutes to freshen up.
Seven: It's late.
Janeway: Freshen up.
Seven: Very well.
Janeway: Kommandant Karr.
Karr: You know me.
Janeway: Your reputation precedes you. I'm Katrine. Le Coeur de Lion is my establishment. The first round is with my compliments, on one condition. You leave the war outside.
Karr: I wish to speak with her. Alone.
Janeway: Charming gentleman.
Karr: He is disoriented. Your world is unfamiliar to him.
Janeway: He'll be comfortable soon enough. The arms of France are open to all.
Karr: I've heard otherwise.
Janeway: What do you mean?
Karr: I understand there is opposition to our presence here among your citizens.
Janeway: The Resistance? In Paris perhaps. But this is a small city, defenseless. We've learned to be a little more diplomatic. When this war is over we want to remain on good terms with the victor.
Karr: Whoever that may be.
Janeway: Whoever that may be.
Karr: Your city may be defenseless, but it's crucial to the war. Any ground assault into Germany must pass through this province. The Resistance will come here.
Janeway: If they do, I'll tell them what I tell everyone. Leave the war outside.
Karr: Excellent.
Turanj: Kommandant, I've been informed there's a problem in the Engineering section. The warp plasma network has become unstable.
Janeway: What's he talking about?
Karr: It need not concern you. To the hunt.
Janeway: The hunt?
Karr: For the Resistance. I shall take great pleasure in tracking them down and making the kill.
Janeway: Au revoir.
Janeway: How'd we do?
Seven: Insufficient for a Saturday night. Twelve hundred forty seven francs and eighty one Reichmarks.
Janeway: Well, it should be enough to buy an oscillator to extend the range of our radio. First thing tomorrow morning I want you to take a little trip to the countryside. There's a Monsieur Groleau who has a cottage just past the third bridge. He's got a wine cellar full of vacuum tubes. Tell him we need a high frequency oscillator. Offer him three hundred francs but don't go any higher than five hundred.
Seven: We have more pressing needs.
Janeway: Such as?
Seven: Explosives. We need a launcher that can fire armor piercing grenades.
Janeway: Planning on blowing up a German tank?
Seven: If necessary.
Janeway: We're not trying to build an army here.
Seven: Then maybe it's time we did. Three more German battalions have occupied the city and a Panzer division is holding position eleven kilometers away. When the Americans arrive and the fighting begins, I don't intend to be standing next to a piano singing Moonlight Becomes You.
Janeway: The Americans won't even be able to approach this city without our help. And if they can't liberate Sainte Claire the assault into Germany could fail. We need to be gathering information about German troop movements and relaying it to Allied Command.
Seven: I'm tired of lighting the Nazi's cigarettes and laughing at their jokes. We should be helping the Allies by assassinating these pigs.
Janeway: The moment we start shooting we expose ourselves. Right now, no one suspects us. And I am not about to risk our entire operation because you've suddenly developed a nervous trigger finger.
Seven: That is your opinion, Madame.
Janeway: I'm the leader of the movement here and right now my opinion is the only one that counts, so get the oscillator. I think we're all feeling the strain. It's been a hard four years. But believe me, the Third Reich is feeling it too. We just have to hang on a little while longer. Word from the Americans is going to come any day.
Seven: Perhaps.
Tuvok: Again?
Janeway: Again. Why is she so adamant? What she's proposing would put us all at risk.
Tuvok: Maybe that's her intention.
Janeway: If you have suspicions, my old friend, let's hear them.
Tuvok: From the beginning, she's been argumentative, and on more than a few occasions she's disobeyed your direct orders.
Janeway: She's headstrong. Typical of the underground.
Tuvok: Nevertheless, her behavior has threatened our identities.
Janeway: She's the only munitions expert we have, and she can carry a tune. We need her. Let's keep our eye on her. Have her followed for the next few days. If she is a Nazi infiltrator, we'll have to eliminate her.
Neelix: Bonjour, madame.
Woman: Bonjour.
Neelix: Put it on my account. Guten Tag.
Turanj: You! Halt!
Turanj: Get off your vehicle. What are you transporting?
Neelix: Nothing but the very essentials of life.
Turanj: Proceed to your destination.
Neelix: That I will. That I most certainly will.
Turanj: If the choice were mine, you would already be dead.
Radio: More report rain. It's currently fifty nine degrees in Dover with low fog across the Channel. Temperatures are expected to range from a low of forty five degrees to
Torres: Damn, I'm missing it.
Tuvok: Our most recent intelligence shows two German divisions here and here.
Janeway: How recent is this intelligence?
Tuvok: Forty eight hours.
Janeway: Old news.
Radio: I'm Reginald Smith and you're listening to the British Radio Network. This report will repeat in
Torres: Forty five seconds.
Radio: Forty five seconds.
Torres: Here's to English precision.
Janeway: We're closed.
Neelix: Morning delivery.
Janeway: You're late. What happened?
Neelix: Oh, just a tete-a-tete with a member of the Master Race.
Janeway: That's the second time this week. Sounds like they're increasing their patrols.
Tuvok: Perhaps it's time we chose another courier. Our baker is arousing suspicion.
Neelix: There's no need to worry. I change my route every day, and I've become quite friendly with most of the Gestapo. They just love my strudel.
Radio: A kind thank you to Jazzy McNulty and his Band. Now, the weather for today, September the twenty second, nineteen forty four. In London skies are gray, with a strong chance of afternoon rain. Temperatures will range from a low of fifty two degrees to a high of seventy one. The northern coast reports heavy rain and strong winds, ocean swells reaching four feet. Devonshire, Hertfordshire and Summershire all report rain. It's currently fifty nine degrees in Dover with low fog across the Channel. Temperatures are expected to range from a low of forty five degrees to a high of sixty three. I am Reginald Smith and you are listening
Torres: Got it. Let's see the code key.
Janeway: Every fifth letter, every third vowel. Use the Sunday decryption sequence. A, H, C. Straight from Allied High Command.
Neelix: It must be important.
Tuvok: All messages regarding the war are important. It's only a matter of degree.
Neelix: I suppose you're right, but do you have to be so logical about everything?
Tuvok: In any covert battle, logic is a potent weapon. You might try it sometime.
Janeway: American Fourth Infantry to invade Sainte Claire Tuesday dawn.
Neelix: That's two days from now.
Janeway: Require assistance. Disable enemy communications. End message.
Tuvok: The German radio transmitter is housed at their headquarters.
Neelix: That building is surrounded by guards. We can't just waltz in there and plant a bomb.
Torres: Maybe I can help.
Janeway: How?
Torres: I'm upset. I need to see my special friend. Even if it means bothering him at the office.
Tuvok: A reconnaissance mission.
Torres: I'll try to locate the radio, see where the guards are posted, examine the locks. Gather enough information to get us inside.
Janeway: It's too dangerous. If you're caught, you'll be tortured for information.
Torres: You don't know my friend. He would never do anything to harm his own child.
Janeway: Encode a response to Allied Command. Confirm that we've received their message. Tell them we're proceeding according to plan.
Guard: Was es ist, Fräulein?
Torres: Ich muß mit ihrem Hauptmann sprechen.
Guard: Kommen hier.
Kapitan: Ever since my days at the university I've admired this painting, and now it's mine. Our fellow officers might prefer gold or land, but for me the greatest prize of war is art.
Karr: Trophies of the hunt. But was the hunt fair?
Kapitan: Sir?
Karr: We entered this city with superior firepower against a weakened prey. Do you really deserve these prizes?
Kapitan: We are German. The German people deserve Europe and everything in it.
Karr: Why?
Nazi: Sir, you question our destiny?
Karr: Of course not. But I want to hear it in your own words. Tell me, why are we the Master Race?
Kapitan: Our blood is pure. Our people lived and hunted on this land for a thousand years before the degenerate races brought their corruption. Europe must be purified.
Karr: You yourself, are you stronger than these degenerate races? More cunning?
Kapitan: Yes, of course.
Karr: And if you were alone without an army supporting you, would you continue the hunt? If your prey were armed instead of defenseless, what then?
Kapitan: I, Colonel, I, I don't know what you're trying
Karr: You are superior to no one! Never underestimate your prey or disrespect its abilities. If you do, you will become the hunted. When the opposing army invades this city, remember my words.
Karr: Enter.
Kapitan: Brigitte.
Torres: I'm sorry, I know I'm not supposed to come here. Don't blame him. I told him that I was ill and I had to see you.
Karr: I will leave you two alone.
Kapitan: Heil Hitler!
Kapitan: It's all right, the Colonel is in a strange mood today.
Kapitan: What's wrong? Is it our child?
Torres: I don't know. I was dizzy.
Kapitan: I'll call the doctor.
Torres: No. I feel better now. Maybe I just needed to see you. Why haven't you shown me this place before?
Kapitan: I didn't want your neighbors to see you coming here. They make it difficult enough, knowing we're together.
Torres: I don't care what they think. It's beautiful.
Kapitan: Praxiteles, master sculptor of ancient Greece. There are only three like this in all of Europe.
Torres: So many wonderful things.
Turanj: The Kommandant would have us continue this simulation until we rot. It's pointless. We should begin the hunt. He believes we must learn more about our prey, but I have learned enough. Ready your weapon. Avoid the cranium.
Seven: This way.
Neelix: But the message.
Seven: There's no time!
Turanj: Computer, exit holodeck. We'll take them to the medical bay.
Medic: This neural interface has been damaged.
Emh: That's because it took a direct hit when one of your bullets grazed the base of her skull.
Medic: I'll provide you with another. Installl it.
Emh: Not until I've repaired her injuries.
Medic: How long?
Emh: She has two fractured vertebrae and a punctured lung. Another hour at least.
Medic: Him?
Emh: I've stabilized his vital systems, but he still has bullet fragments lodged in his shoulder.
Medic: I will treat him.
Emh: This time you might do a better job repairing the muscle lacerations. The last crewmember you treated was brought back in with internal bleeding.
Medic: Your crew is fragile. They fall too easily.
Emh: What do you expect? They've been stabbed, shot, beaten, phasered and bat'lethed over the past three weeks. Their bodies weren't designed for this kind of punishment.
Karr: What happened?
Medic: These prey were hunted by Turanj. Their injuries are severe.
Emh: You assured me that your people would avoid causing serious head injuries. Another centimeter and the bullet would have penetrated her brain. If you can't keep your people under control, then you should put an end to this blood sport.
Karr: The simulations will continue.
Emh: At least activate the holodeck safety protocols.
Karr: No.
Emh: It'll prevent life-threatening injuries for your people as well.
Karr: It will also eliminate the challenge.
Emh: I have had twenty eight wounded and one fatality in the past twelve hours. Even I can't keep up with that level of triage.
Karr: You will keep up or they will die. Their lives are in your hands, Doctor. Don't fail them. When that one is ready, place him in holodeck two. Let's see how he fares with the Klingons.
Medic: What about her?
Karr: Send her back to holodeck one. I like her voice.
Karr: Progress?
Kim: By cutting through the bulkheads on decks four, five and six we've been able to expand both holodeck grids by five thousand square meters.
Karr: More.
Kim: I can't give you any more. Not without compromising Voyager's primary systems.
Karr: Then compromise them.
Kim: Look, holodecks require a tremendous amount of energy. I've already rerouted power from all nonessential systems. Anything more, and we'll start losing propulsion, deflectors, even life support.
Karr: I'll transfer a supply of power nodules from my vessel. Integrate them into your systems. I want to expand the holo-projectors into all surrounding sections. Replicate enough emitters for the task.
Kim: Yes, sir.
Kim: The holo-emitters in this corridor are stable. Let's start working on section nineteen. But first, tell the guard to escort you to Engineering. That we need more equipment. Specifically, a type three isolinear emitter. If he gives you any trouble, say I can't complete the assignment without it.
Ashmore: We need an isolinear emitter from Engineering.
Emh: Ensign, how did I get here?
Kim: I transferred you here, using the new emitters in this section.
Emh: I assume you've got a plan?
Kim: Half a plan.
Emh: Let's hear it.
Kim: Before we can retake the ship, we've got to get the crew back. That means disabling the neural interfaces.
Emh: Easier said than done. The great Hunters are everywhere you turn.
Kim: Don't worry, I think I've found a way to tap into the Sickbay diagnostic console. The only catch is
Kim: Standby with the emitter. I'm almost done here.
Emh: The catch, Ensign?
Kim: Somebody's got to be inside the holodeck to engage the bridge control relays.
Emh: We're short-handed.
Kim: I know.
Emh: Well, we've got a Borg on board, don't we? Maybe we can put her to good use.
Karr: I've been studying Voyager's database looking for our next simulation. There are many to choose from. These people have a violent history. I believe I've found a worthy prey. The Borg. When World War Two is over, we will recreate a notorious battle known as Wolf 359.
Turanj: I look forward to it.
Karr: I thought you might. But if you continue to disobey me, this is one hunt you will never see. You nearly destroyed two of my favorite prey. You were careless.
Turanj: I've become impatient. We penetrated this vessel, overcame their defenses, and in the moment of the kill, you forced us to stop. Now we play these incessant games. It's time we took our trophies and moved on.
Karr: Your lust for the kill has blinded you, like many young hunters. If you took the time to study your prey, to understand its behavior, you might learn something.
Turanj: There is nothing to be learned.
Karr: You're wrong. Each prey exposes us to another way of life and makes us re-evaluate our own. Have you considered our future? What would become of us when we have hunted this territory to exhaustion?
Turanj: We will travel to another part of space, search for new prey, as we have always done.
Karr: A way of life that hasn't changed for a thousand years.
Turanj: Why should it?
Karr: Species that don't change, die. We've lost our way. We've allowed our predatory instincts to dominate us. We disperse ourselves throughout the quadrant, sending ships in all directions. We've become a solitary race, isolated. We've spread ourselves too thin. We're no longer a culture. We have no identity. In another thousand years, no one will remember the name Hirogen. Our people must come back together, combine forces, rebuild our civilization.
Turanj: What of the hunt?
Karr: The Hunt will always continue, but in a new way. I intend to transform this ship into a vast simulation, populated with a varied and endless supply of prey. In time, this technology can be duplicated for other Hirogen. These holodecks will allow us to hold onto our past, while we face the future.
Turanj: Even if I were persuaded, others wouldn't be.
Karr: Then you are with me? I must continue my research. I'll see you tomorrow on holodeck one. The Americans are due to invade.
Emh: Remain calm and stay quiet. There's a Hirogen working in the bio-lab. He might hear us. What's the last thing you remember?
Seven: An attack. Hirogen vessels. They breached our hull and boarded the ship. I was in a phaser fight on deck three. I was struck several times. That's all I remember.
Emh: Then you have no memory of the simulations in the holodeck?
Seven: None.
Emh: The neural interface must be circumventing your memory centers.
Seven: Neural interface?
Emh: It's a subdermal transmitter that links your neocortex to the holodeck. In essence, it makes you believe you're a character within the program.
Seven: Why am I in Sickbay?
Emh: You were wounded in a simulation. It's my job to patch you all up and send you back in. Half the crew is under lock and key. The rest are fighting for their lives on the holodeck. This has been going on for nineteen days. Dozens of battle scenarios, one more brutal than the last. You should see what a mess you were after the Crusades.
Seven: Will I be sent into another simulation?
Emh: Yes, but this time with an advantage. I have found a way to disable the interface by remodulating one of your Borg implants to emit a jamming signal. Once the Hirogen have brought you back to the holodeck, the jamming signal will activate within seconds.
Seven: My objective?
Emh: You mind a control panel inside the holodeck and engage the bridge access relays. That will enable Ensign Kim and me to deactivate all the neural interfaces. After Captain Janeway and the crew regain awareness, you can work with them to mount a resistance against the Hirogen.
Seven: What simulation will I be entering?
Emh: World War Two. A twentieth century Earth conflict. Do you know anything about it?
Seven: Nothing.
Emh: That could be a problem. Once the interface is disabled, you won't remember anything about your role in the simulation. Think of it as a new social setting. Do your best to fit in.
Medic: This is the last neural interface. When you've finished with her, you'll help me replicate more.
Emh: I have to sedate you now.
Seven: That old black magic has me in it's spell. That old black magic that you weave so well. Those icy fingers up and down my spine. The same old witchcraft when your eyes meet
Seven: I must discontinue this activity. I am not well.
Karr: If the entertainment is over, I'll be going.
Janeway: Stay right there, Kommandant. I'm sure she's fine. Let me talk to her.
Janeway: What's wrong?
Seven: I require a glass of water.
Janeway: Make it a quick one. I promised the Kommandant you'd be singing till midnight. I want to get a lot of information out of him tonight.
Seven: I am ill.
Janeway: Look, I don't care if you're dying. Get back out there.
Seven: I won't.
Janeway: Maybe you're right about her.
Tuvok: The evidence is increasing. She was present today when our courier was shot down in the street, yet somehow, she was unharmed. And now, on the eve of our liberation, she becomes uncooperative.
Janeway: Leave this to me.
Paris: Captain?
Chakotay: At ease. What's the word?
Paris: There is no word. At least not from the Resistance in Sainte Claire.
Chakotay: Then we won't get any support from inside the city.
Paris: You may be underestimating the good citizens of Sainte Claire. I spent a summer there when I was eighteen.
Chakotay: Let me guess. You ate a few snails, fell in love with a local girl and became an expert on the city?
Paris: Ah, well, yeah, pretty much like that.
Chakotay: I see.
Paris: But believe me, Captain, those people love their town. They'll fight for it and die for it. Don't count them out yet.
Chakotay: All right, but I won't count them in, either. We continue as planned. An assault from the north at first light. So, who was the mademoiselle?
Paris: Her name was Brigitte. Great gams. One hell of a temper.
Chakotay: Sounds like your kind of girl.
Paris: August 29, 1936,
12: 17 p.m. That's when my train pulled out of Sainte Claire. That's the last time I saw her. We wrote to each other every week for three years. Then the war broke out and I never heard from her again.
Chakotay: Sainte Claire's not a big place. She shouldn't be too hard to find.
Paris: I'm counting on it.
Janeway: You'll maintain position here, twenty meters from the front doors. Arm yourself with a submachine gun and watch for any sign of trouble.
Tuvok: Understood.
Janeway: Now, we've observed a twenty second break in the guard rotation at four fifteen a.m. That should you and me enough time to enter the building through the storm window on the eastern wall.
Torres: When I was there yesterday I saw guards posted at all three stairways. You'll have to reach the second floor through the elevator shaft. The command post is in the main gallery at the end of the hall.
Janeway: Once inside, we plant the charges, blow the transmitter. You'll remain here. If something goes wrong and we're caught, destroy all evidence of the Underground. Our contact list, decryption codes, everything.
Torres: Right.
Janeway: We leave in one hour.
Janeway: This won't make much of a bang. You forgot to connect the detonator.
Seven: I will correct the error.
Janeway: It's lucky I found your little error. It might have undermined our mission. Are you having second thoughts about tonight?
Seven: No.
Janeway: Good, because I don't want any more mistakes.
Seven: There won't be any.
Janeway: Let's hope not.
Emh: We've got to stop meeting like this.
Kim: I managed to grab a quick scan of holodeck one, and it looks like Seven of Nine is on the move. Are you ready in Sickbay?
Emh: My Hirogen taskmaster is working in the bio-lab. I'll have access to the medical console for another twenty minutes at least.
Kim: That'll give me enough time to get to the bridge. (The EMH vanishes and two Hirogen enter.)
Kim: Good afternoon.
Young Hirogen: What are you doing in here?
Kim: Trying to get the replicator system back online. Unless you prefer the emergency rations? Personally, I'm getting tired of synthetic protein. You're supposed to be the finest hunters in the quadrant, why don't you find us something a little more tasty? Is something wrong?
Young Hirogen: An unauthorized transmission was sent from this room.
Kim: What kind of transmission?
Young Hirogen: I don't know. Maybe you can tell me.
Kim: Well, I was trying to re-route power from the main computer to the replicators. Of course. I must have tripped a communications subroutine. Sorry about that. Didn't mean to worry you. Your people have damaged just about every system on this vessel. Accidents are bound to happen. Now, if you don't mind, I'm due on the bridge.
Young Hirogen: Show it to me.
Kim: What?
Young Hirogen: I want to see this subroutine. Show me what you were doing when the accident occurred.
Kim: Forget it. I don't have time.
Young Hirogen: Do as I say.
Kim: All right! But you'd better call the bridge. Tell your superior I'm going to be late, that I'm working under your orders now, not his. Go ahead, make the call. I don't want to take the blame for this.
Young Hirogen: Report to the bridge.
Kim: Thanks.
Janeway: Set the charges here, here and there. This looks like a message from one of their reconnaissance teams.
Janeway: These must be instructions for troop deployments. The Germans must be taking up new positions outside the city. It looks like they're mobilizing more troops than our sources originally expected.
Janeway: They're moving armored units into the valley. They must know the Americans are coming. We've got to warn them somehow. What are you doing? You haven't set the charges. What is that?
Seven: I believe it is a transmitter. I'm attempting to disable it.
Janeway: You're sending a message to the Nazis.
Seven: No.
Janeway: Step away, or I'll kill you.
Medic: What are you doing?
Emh: Er, nothing. Just running a diagnostic.
Medic: You've accessed the neural interface controls. Stop it immediately.
Janeway: I told you no more mistakes. You've just made your last one.
Janeway: Ow! Seven?
Seven: Captain.
Neelix: Listen. A targ, just beyond that ridge.
Karr: You would hunt down a simple beast even in the midst of our enemies?
Neelix: There is no enemy as great as hunger.
Karr: Why am I being interrupted?
Medic: The holographic Doctor, he's disabled their Captain's interface.
Karr: How?
Medic: I don't know, but I can't re-establish the link.
Karr: Send a team
Karr: To holodeck one. Remove her from the simulation.
Seven: Hirogen hunters.
Janeway: Internal scans show thirteen of them on this holodeck.
Chakotay: Need a hand, buddy? Captain Miller, Fifth Armored Infantry.
Tuvok: Welcome to Sainte Claire.
Chakotay: Get me artillery unit Charlie One. Take up positions along this street and start laying down fire.
Seven: The Americans have arrived.
Karr: You circumvented our control. How?
Kim: Go to hell!
Torres: Bobby.
Paris: You owe me a postcard.
Chakotay: Distance eight hundred yards. Correct for crosswinds. Fire at will. Take cover, boys. Charlie One isn't known for accuracy.
Janeway: I can't access the ship's systems Didn't you say this was Nazi headquarters?
Seven: I did.
Janeway: Then it would stand to reason this building is being targeted. Let's get out of here.
Karr: What happened?
Kim: There was a simulated explosion on holodeck one. Somehow it blew out the hologrid across three decks.
Karr: Is the program still running?
Kim: Yes.
Tuvok: What is it?
Chakotay: It looks like a bunker.
Chakotay: All units, listen up. We've just blown the lid off of some kind of secret Nazi compound. Converge on my position. We're going in.
Kim: The breach opened the simulation into the surrounding sections. I'm picking up holographic soldiers moving into deck five.
Karr: Shut down the holo-emitters until we can regain control.
Kim: I can't. The program controls are offline. You wanted a war? Looks like you've got one.
Chakotay: Move out.
Janeway: Looks like the Hirogen have been busy. This entire section has been equipped with holo-emitters. Let's get to Astrometrics.
Seven: There are eighty five Hirogen on board, concentrated on decks two through nine.
Janeway: What about the bridge?
Seven: Four Hirogen and Ensign Kim.
Janeway: At least he's alive. The neural interfaces. You said they're controlled through Sickbay.
Seven: Yes. There's only one Hirogen in Sickbay with the Doctor, but the corridors outside are heavily guarded.
Janeway: That's our first objective, disable the interfaces. But we'll need help.
Seven: We did have allies in the World War Two simulation. The French Resistance.
Janeway: It's time we mount a resistance of our own.
Kim: The battle was concentrated here, on holodeck one, but the fighting has spilled out onto decks five and six and it looks like a group of holographic Americans is invading deck seven.
Karr: Show me the breach in the hologrid.
Kim: I've lost the visual link. It was the last active circuit connecting the bridge to the holodecks. There's only one way to stop this. I need to go to Engineering and initiate a power surge across the holo-emitter network. It'll blow out the entire system.
Karr: No. That would destroy both the holodecks.
Kim: Look, simulation or not, if this battle keeps going we could all be killed.
Karr: I want that technology preserved.
Turanj: Commander.
Karr: Status.
Turanj: I was able to reach deck five but holographic forces are massing near the breach. If I'm to get into the holodeck, I'll need help.
Karr: Take the hunters from the Klingon simulation.
Turanj: When I find Captain Janeway, should I kill her?
Karr: No. Bring her to me.
Turanj: This is no longer a game. This hunt is real. We should kill the prey.
Karr: The Voyager crew must remain alive to make repairs, or we could lose everything. This vessel, it's technology. You said that you understood the importance of what we're doing here.
Turanj: I'll get the hunters.
Chakotay: We think it's a secret compound the Nazi's built after they took over the city. What I don't understand is how they managed to camouflage it so well.
Tuvok: Indeed. We've been scrutinizing German troop movements since the Occupation. We knew nothing of this installlation.
Paris: Don't sweat it. Our recon planes missed it too. Any idea what they're hiding in there, Captain?
Chakotay: We saw all sorts of scientific equipment. Strange metals, instruments we can't identify. I've relayed the findings to Military Intelligence. They believe this could be an advanced munitions laboratory, designed to build some kind of super-weapon.
Paris: We've got to put it out of business.
Chakotay: I've already sent three squads in, but the Nazi's are putting up one hell of a fight. I've requested additional troops. Lieutenant, this restaurant will serve as our command post. Set up the transmitter and post guards around the perimeter.
Paris: Yes, sir.
Chakotay: You've done a bang-up job, but we'll take it from here. Tell your people to lie low, and that the Americans said thanks.
Torres: This is our city. We have no intention of lying low.
Chakotay: Listen, honey, the time for sneaking messages back and forth is over. This is war, and you aren't soldiers.
Tuvok: He's right. We have weapons hidden throughout the city. Brigitte will tell you where they are.
Chakotay: Sounds good. Lieutenant, take care of it.
Paris: I can see you haven't changed.
Torres: Bring me one of those street maps. Most of the guns, we stole from the German army, the explosives we bought on the black market.
Paris: We could use both.
Torres: Our biggest stockpile is buried here, two meters below the last row of seats of the Cinéma Mystère. You remember it, don't you?
Paris: Hmm. I'm No Angel, with Mae West. There's heavy fighting in that area. What's the best way in?
Torres: We dug a tunnel that leads directly to the stockpile. Here, I'll show you. Incidentally, we saw Death Takes a Holiday.
Paris: It was the Mae West movie, I'm sure of it. She was singing Sister Honky Tonk, and I put my arm around you. And during the courtroom scene, I kissed you.
Torres: You know, I think you're right.
Paris: I guess the experience wasn't exactly burned into your memory.
Torres: Not the movie, but I do remember the kiss.
Paris: So, did you get my last letter?
Torres: You mean the one asking me to leave France?
Paris: Germany was about to invade. I thought you'd be safer back in the States with me. But, I guess you found someone else to take care of you.
Torres: There's never been anybody else.
Paris: Then who?
Torres: He's second in command of the Sainte Claire occupation. The first time he saw me, he said I was pretty. I took advantage of his interest. He doesn't know I'm in the Resistance. The child is his.
Paris: I'm sorry.
Torres: So am I.
Janeway: Hold your fire.
Tuvok: Katrine. You survived.
Janeway: Are you surprised?
Tuvok: Very. Nazi headquarters was destroyed. We assumed you were killed in the explosion.
Torres: What is that? Some kind of an escape tunnel?
Seven: That's precisely what it is.
Chakotay: You're the leader of the local Resistance.
Janeway: That's right.
Chakotay: Captain Miller, Fifth Armored Infantry. This is Lieutenant Davis. I take it you've seen the German bunker we uncovered?
Janeway: I just came from there.
Chakotay: We suspect it's a munitions lab. Can you confirm that?
Janeway: Yes, a munitions lab.
Chakotay: Then this is it. We're calling in an air strike. Contact the RAF.
Janeway: Hold on, Captain. There's an easier way to do this with the minimum of casualties.
Chakotay: Let's hear it.
Janeway: I've located the generator that powers the entire complex. It's heavily guarded, but with your help I can get close enough to set off some explosives.
Chakotay: My orders are to blow the entire compound before the Germans send in reinforcements.
Janeway: I saw technology in there you can't begin to imagine. Warheads powerful enough to destroy this entire valley if they're accidentally detonated. Call for an air strike, it may be the last call you make.
Chakotay: How can you get close enough?
Janeway: This tunnel. I've been watching this compound for several months, and I've got a man inside.
Paris: The place is crawling with Krauts.
Janeway: Yhat's why I need your help. If your men can clear these two corridors it'll give us access to this entryway. Get me there, and I can take care of the rest.
Chakotay: C Company, what's there status?
Paris: They're holding position about two hundred yards from here.
Chakotay: Get them on the horn. You'll lead us into the compound, but I'm coming with you.
Janeway: I work better alone.
Chakotay: This isn't a request, it's an order.
Janeway: Order? Do I look like I'm wearing one of your uniforms? I go alone.
Chakotay: I thought you needed our help. I'll be right behind you.
Janeway: Even if I manage to disrupt the neural interfaces, we've still got a war to fight. We're going to need something a lot more effective than these old firearms.
Seven: I believe I can enhance these weapons using Borg technology, but I'll have to access Cargo Bay two.
Janeway: If something goes wrong and I don't succeed, you'll be the only one left who knows what's really going on.
Seven: Understood.
Tuvok: Have our suspicions been confirmed?
Janeway: Suspicions?
Tuvok: Is she a collaborator?
Janeway: I think we can trust her.
Tuvok: Are you certain? Three hours ago you were prepared to put a bullet in her head.
Janeway: She's on our side.
Tuvok: In your absence, I may be forced to make that determination for myself.
Janeway: I've already made it. You're not to harm her. Is that understood?
Tuvok: German forces are advancing on our position.
Chakotay: Let's give them a warm welcome. Mademoiselle, after you.
Emh: Punctured lung, arterial rupture, fracture of the thirteenth vertebra. He needs surgery.
Medic: First and second degree burns to the face and neck. Treat him.
Emh: His injuries are minor. He can wait.
Medic: I said treat him.
Emh: This man has massive internal injuries. If I don't operate now, he'll die.
Medic: Treat the burns, or I'll deactivate your program.
Emh: What kind of physician are you? The first rule of triage states that the critical injuries take priority.
Medic: You're rules, not mine.
Medic: From now on, leave the wounded prey where they fall. Tend only to our own.
Neelix: I'm as dry as the crater at Tarpahk. In the middle of the dry season. When it's dry!
Klingon: No! I'm not done!
Neelix: Share with your brothers. It's the eve of battle. I may be drunk, but I can still send your soul to the next world and leave your body here to rot. Though from the stench of it, I'd say it's begun to already.
Kim: Tom!
Paris: Wrong guy. You speak English?
Kim: Yeah. I speak English.
Paris: American?
Kim: I didn't see him coming. You saved my life.
Paris: Why are you out of uniform? What Company are you with?
Kim: Well, er, I'm a civilian.
Paris: In the middle of a battle zone in France? The hell you are.
Paris: Go one, I'm right behind you. Look, I don't have time for twenty questions. You say you're an American? All right then. If Betty Grable came around that corner, what part of her would you be staring at? Sorry. Time's up.
Kim: Her legs! I'd be staring at her legs.
Paris: Bull's-eye. Lucky for you.
Chakotay: You're a gung-ho kind of gal, aren't ya?
Janeway: Does that bother you?
Chakotay: Nope. Just not used to it, that's all. The girls back home are a little different.
Janeway: I guess when it comes to my people's safety, this girl tends to get a little gung-ho.
Chakotay: Nothing to apologize for. I'm the same way with my men. There's not a day goes by when I don't think to myself, I'm going to get 'em back safely, even if I die trying.
Janeway: I know the feeling. We're about to enter some caves that run under the town.
Chakotay: Caves?
Janeway: We're going to meet our contact there. I should warn you. There are eccentric people who live in the caves, but don't be alarmed.
Janeway: Good evening, gentlemen.
Neelix: Who are you? How did you get past our battle lines?
Janeway: We're friends, allies.
Neelix: Sent by what house?
Janeway: The house of K'toh-maag.
Neelix: K'toh-maag. I never heard of it.
Janeway: I'm not surprised. It's a long way from here.
Neelix: This battle doesn't concern you.
Janeway: Maybe not. But we'd be honored to fight alongside such great warriors. If you prefer, we'll take our weapons elsewhere.
Neelix: Wait! I'll consider your request. But first, prove your fortitude. Drink! SanRoh t'patoh Cha!
Chakotay: I guess my French is a little rusty.
Janeway: Don't drink it. It's twice as strong as whisky. I'll be right back.
Neelix: Prove your fortitude, warrior. Drink!
Emh: Captain. Is, is it you?
Janeway: Yes. We've got to disable the rest of those interfaces.
Emh: The controls are routed through the surgical console in Sickbay, but it will take time to disable all of them.
Janeway: We don't have time. I'll access the Jefferies tube that runs under that deck plate, set a few charges and blow out the console.
Emh: Charges? The Hirogen have seized the armory.
Janeway: No problem. I've got all the ammo I need right here.
Emh: Holographic explosives?
Janeway: With the safety protocols offline, they're as good as the real thing.
Neelix: Another of your warriors?
Janeway: Yes.
Neelix: He's a frail looking thing.
Janeway: I'll contact you when I've disabled the rest of the interfaces. In the meantime, stay here.
Emh: With the Klingons?
Janeway: Believe me, it's peaceful compared to Sainte Claire. Captain.
Neelix: Ha!
Emh: Please, don't do that.
Paris: They've got us outnumbered.
Torres: And outgunned. They're setting up a machine gun emplacement across the street.
Tuvok: Where have you been?
Seven: Obtaining supplies.
Tuvok: What is this?
Seven: German technology taken from their compound. I can use them to enhance our weapons.
Turanj: I've cornered several Voyager crewmen. They've taken refuge in a guarded building. I need three nucleonic charges to penetrate the structure.
Karr: Nucleonic charges could damage the holodeck further. Use your hand weapons.
Turanj: Then I'll need more hunters.
Karr: They're on the way.
Janeway: Damn, there's a level nine forcefield around the surgical console. We'll have to go in and shut it down.
Chakotay: Forcefield?
Janeway: I'll explain later. Set the detonator for five minutes.
Medic: Five hunters have been killed in the last hour. You must engage the safety protocols.
Karr: Those protocols aren't functioning.
Medic: Then I'll need assistance to
Medic: Stand by.
Medic: You.
Janeway: Get him out of here.
Chakotay: There are ten pounds of dynamite under the floor set to blow in less than three minutes. Move.
Karr: Bridge to Sickbay. Sickbay, respond. Bridge to deck five. Converge on the Sickbay.
Seven: We are on the holodeck under attack. You must
Turanj: Bridge, this is holodeck one. I have seized the building, and I have found another access to this holodeck.
Karr: Seal it. How many captives?
Turanj: Four. Their neural interfaces have been disabled. I will make the kill.
Karr: No.
Karr: They are not prey, they are hostages. I'll need them.
Turanj: As you wish. You, help me seal this hatch.
Paris: What do you think? A boy or a girl?
Seven: It's a holographic projection.
Torres: Unfortunately, it's a very good projection. I feel twenty kilos heavier. It even kicks.
Tuvok: I don't recognize this program.
Paris: I do. He's wearing a Nazi uniform. We're on Earth during the Second World War.
Seven: Nazi?
Paris: Totalitarian fanatics bent on world conquest. The Borg of their day. No offense.
Seven: None taken.
Torres: What are you staring at?
Kapitan: Get up. You deceived me.
Torres: Really?
Kapitan: I should've seen through your flirtations.
Torres: If you say so.
Kapitan: The thought of you carrying my child disgusts me.
Torres: You're not the only one.
Paris: Look, I don't know what went on between the two of you, but it's obviously over now.
Kapitan: I see you're acquainted. Do you find her as attractive as I once did? I'll miss our nights together.
Paris: Pig!
Turanj: Put the weapon away. Now.
Paris: Funny, he doesn't seem like your type.
Neelix: Doctor, trouble.
Emh: Now what?
Neelix: The Klingons are starting to wake up from their nap.
Emh: All right, all right, hold on.
Neelix: What are you doing?
Emh: I've established an interface with holodeck one. I want to monitor what's going on over there in case the crew needs my help.
Klingon: Qapla'!
Neelix: Uh-oh. What should we do?
Emh: Not having a cure for Klingon hangovers, I couldn't tell you.
Klingon: The battle has begun. Our plan is to penetrate the enemy's position, cut his forces in half.
Neelix: And a very good plan it is. Best of luck with it.
Klingon: You will lead us into battle, Great Warrior.
Neelix: Maybe I'll just watch from here. Try to offer up some pointers as things develop.
Klingon: Sto'Kar! Lead the attack or die here by my hand.
Emh: You heard him. Don't argue with the man, run along! I'll reattach any severed limbs. Just don't misplace them.
Klingon: You! Cover our flank!
Klingon: Qapla'!
Neelix: Qapla'.
Emh: Tally-ho.
Karr: Enter. Leave her.
Janeway: I see you've done some redecorating.
Karr: Your attempt to retake this vessel was inventive. From the day I seized Voyager, you put up a dauntless fight. But your fight is over now. You're going to help me shut down these simulations and repair the holodecks.
Janeway: No. We'll destroy this ship before we surrender it.
Karr: Don't threaten me, Captain. I've faced far more intimidating prey than you. If this fight continues, I promise you I will hunt down and kill every member of your crew.
Janeway: Well, by then this ship will be damaged beyond repair and there won't be much of a trophy left, will there?
Karr: Perhaps I should kill you and find someone who will cooperate.
Janeway: Good luck. You'll get the same response from all of them.
Karr: You don't realize what's at stake.
Janeway: I know what's at stake. Your sick little game.
Karr: This is not a game!
Janeway: Then what is it?
Karr: I'm trying to create a future for my people.
Janeway: Future?
Karr: I don't expect you to understand. You are prey.
Janeway: You underestimate us.
Karr: Yes, perhaps I do.
Janeway: I'm listening
Karr: My people are hunting themselves into extinction. Your holodeck technology might offer us an alternative, a new way of life. Instead of scattering ourselves across the quadrant in pursuit of prey, we could simulate the hunt and give ourselves a chance to rebuild our civilization.
Janeway: And confine your killing to holograms?
Karr: With the safety protocols offline, the pursuit is just as challenging.
Janeway: Oh, I understand what you're trying to do, but then why have you been torturing us? Why have you thrown my crew into one brutal simulation after another?
Karr: I've been studying your behavior, as I do with all my prey. But your holodecks allowed me to go further, to explore your culture, your history. I must admit, I've learned a great deal.
Janeway: How so?
Karr: Your people have faced extinction many times, but you've always managed to avoid it. You seem to recognize the need for change.
Janeway: Yes. You've got one of those moments running right now on the holodeck. We called it World War Two.
Karr: One of your most difficult eras. And yet you survived.
Janeway: It wasn't easy.
Karr: You are a resilient species. I admire your cunning.
Janeway: Let's end this. I'll call a ceasefire and we can try to contain the damage. I want my ship back, but in return I will give you what you need to create the holodeck technology. It would be cunning for you to agree.
Turanj: Synthetic, and undrinkable. I am tired of this simulation.
Kapitan: Mein Herr, a word with you.
Turanj: And these holograms are becoming annoying as well.
Kapitan: What are we waiting for? Why don't we execute these prisoners?
Turanj: Orders from the Kommandant.
Kapitan: If I may speak freely. The Kommandant has been acting strangely the past few days. He's been questioning German superiority. Perhaps we shouldn't follow his orders so blindly.
Turanj: You will do as he says, as long as I tell you to.
Kapitan: I don't know how much longer I can stand being trapped in here.
Turanj: Perhaps you would enjoy some entertainment. Sing.
Seven: I will not.
Turanj: Sing or you will die.
Seven: Then I'll die.
Tuvok: Seven, you are a valued member of this crew. The logical response would be to grant his request.
Seven: Logic is irrelevant. One day the Borg will assimilate your species despite your arrogance. When that moment arrives, remember me.
Karr: Bridge to holodeck one.
Turanj: Yes.
Karr: I've come to an agreement with Captain Janeway. Call a ceasefire.
Turanj: What?
Tuvok: Captain?
Janeway: It's true, Tuvok.
Janeway: Our first order of business is to call off the troops. I want you to find Chakotay
Janeway: And have him convince his soldiers to pull out of the city.
Tuvok: Aye, Captain.
Karr: Turanj
Karr: Order our hunters to end the fighting.
Kapitan: This is madness. We're winning this battle.
Karr: Our civilization depends on this agreement.
Turanj: Acknowledged. You heard him, release the captives. I'll tell the others. Order all units to withdraw to these positions
Kapitan: I have always thought highly of you.
Turanj: Have you?
Kapitan: Yes. But the Kommandant is a fool. He doesn't understand. He's never embraced the Fuhrer or his vision. One does not cooperate with decadent forms of life. One hunts them down and eliminates them. The Kommandant speaks of civilization. The ancient Romans were civilized. The Jews are civilized. But in all its moral decay, Rome fell to the spears of our ancestors, as the Jews are falling now. Look at our destiny. The field of red, the purity of German blood. The blazing white circle of the sun that sanctified that blood. No one can deny us, no power on Earth or beyond. Not the Christian Savior, not the God of the Jews. We are driven by the very force that gives life to the universe itself. We must countermand the Kommandant's orders, stay and fight. We must be faithful to who we are.
Turanj: You two, follow me.
Chakotay: All units, clear the valley. Return to your previous positions. We're calling a ceasefire. Repeat, cease fire. Well, the word is out.
Tuvok: Whether it will be acted upon is another question.
Chakotay: Oh, they'll follow orders. I'm their commanding officer, remember?
Paris: Keep it moving! Keep it moving! Get the lead out of your pants!
Seven: Mid-twentieth century American slang.
Paris: You got a problem with that, sister?
Seven: You're enjoying this simulation. I find that peculiar, given the circumstances.
Paris: Loosen up, baby doll, the war's almost over.
Torres: So much for the ceasefire.
Kapitan: Fire! Fire!
Emh: I've been monitoring the other simulation, and the fighting's getting worse. The crew is taking heavy casualties.
Neelix: How can we help?
Emh: I'll transfer my program to holodeck one. You take the Jefferies tube and meet me there.
Neelix: There's only the two of us.
Emh: Nevertheless we have to try and. Even half drunk, Klingons are among the best warriors in the galaxy.
Neelix: But they're already in the middle of a war with the house of whatever it is.
Emh: Then you'll just have to convince them that there's a more important battle to be waged.
Neelix: Me?
Emh: You are their Great Warrior. Lead them.
Neelix: Pardon me, gentlemen. I wonder if I might have a word with you.
Emh: They're Klingons, not kittens.
Neelix: You will listen!
Janeway: These sensors indicate you've placed holo-emitters on decks five through twelve? No wonder the system breached. You've turned Voyager into one big holodeck.
Karr: Can you shut it down?
Janeway: Yes, but I'm going to have to initiate an overload. We'll worry about making repairs later. Right now we've got to put an end to those simulations. Janeway to Ensign Kim.
Kim: Yes, Captain.
Janeway: Harry, I'm going to need your help overloading the holo-emitter network.
Janeway: I'm transferring optical processor control to you now. Start charging the secondary power relays.
Janeway: We'll use them to trigger the overload.
Kim: I'm on it.
Janeway: It's going to take some time. There are over eight hundred emitters that we have to
Turanj: Move away from the controls.
Karr: Why haven't you ordered the ceasefire?
Turanj: Move away from the controls.
Karr: Listen to me.
Turanj: No!
Janeway: What are you waiting for?
Turanj: I am a hunter. You are my prey. Run.
Chakotay: Acknowledged. Out. Our holographic allies are losing ground. The German troops are surrounding the city.
Paris: I don't know how much longer we can hold them off. These weapons are pretty crude. They're not much help.
Torres: Maybe we should fall back?
Chakotay: Where to? They're coming in from all sides. Tuvok, any chance we can get through that breach in the hologrid.
Tuvok: Unlikely. Twenty more Hirogen have taken up position near the opening. We are outnumbered.
Chakotay: How's it going?
Seven: I'm modifying this explosive device to emit a photonic burst. It will be harmless to organic tissue but it should disrupt all holographic activity within twenty meters.
Chakotay: We'll try to buy you some time.
Hirogen: I'll be in Sickbay.
Nazi: Schnell! Schell!
Chakotay: They're closing in. Seven!
Kapitan: Surrender.
Kapitan: Verdamt. Bring that one to me. I will spare your life for now, but only because you are carrying a German child.
Janeway: Please don't do this. I can be of use to you. I can help you repair the ship. Don't kill me.
Kapitan: Against the wall. Your deaths will serve the glory of the Reich. Prepare to fire.
Neelix: Fight on, warriors! This way!
Emh: Qapla', gentlemen. Qapla'!
Janeway: This hunt is over. Tell your hunters to stand down. I'll use this if you force me to.
Chakotay: It's over. Let's go.
Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 51715.2. The damage to Voyager has been extreme. Both sides have taken heavy casualties, and it's clear that no one is going to win this conflict. The fighting has reached a standstill and the remaining Hirogen have agreed to negotiate a truce.
Hirogen: What is this?
Janeway: An optronic datacore. You can use it to create holodeck technology on your own vessels. I made a promise with your leader before he died, that I would give this knowledge to the Hirogen. Take it.
Young Hirogen: His ideas were unconventional. I do not share them.
Janeway: Was he any more unconventional than you are? Calling a ceasefire with your prey? Only a few days ago, the thought of speaking with us on equal terms would've been inconceivable, but here we are. Accept this trophy. You can use it to create a new future for your people. At the very least, you can hang it on your bulkhead.


Paris: Ow! Ow! What do you think you're doing, Doc?
Emh: An impromptu auditory exam.
Paris: Did I pass?
Emh: With flying colors, which leads me to believe you did hear me when I requested you meet me this morning.
Paris: You're right. I forgot.
Emh: I see. I realize your Sickbay training is purely voluntary, but you haven't spent any time there in several weeks. And when I try to find you, you're always in the holodeck.
Paris: Correct me if I'm wrong, Doc, but we haven't been treating anything more serious than an ingrown toenail.
Emh: That's beside the point. If an emergency were to happen you must be prepared. You're too far behind in your medical texts to be wasting your time in the holodeck.
Paris: If it's any consolation, I have spent most of the morning immersed in a complicated surgical procedure.
Emh: Really.
Paris: A classic case of atrophied shocks. They needed to be extracted to prevent chrome abrasion. It was touch and go for a while, but the prognosis is excellent.
Emh: You'll be ready for neurosurgery in no time.
Paris: Take a look at this, Doc. This is a fully stock 1969 Chevy Camaro, one of the earliest muscle cars ever made.
Paris: Imagine, Northern California, late twentieth century. You're cruising up Highway One, the woofers are pounding, the wind is whipping through your hair.
Emh: Medieval safety constraints, internal combustion system producing lethal levels of carbon monoxide. Hmm. I stand corrected. This may be just what you need to get you back to Sickbay.
Paris: I guess I should have known this wouldn't interest you. It's too much fun.
Emh: This isn't about fun, Mister Paris. Serving in Sickbay is a privilege. I'd expect you to realize that.
Paris: Oh, I do. I'll be there. Soon.
Janeway: Lieutenant Paris, report to the bridge immediately.
Paris: I'm on my way.
Paris: Somebody call for a driver?
Janeway: Take your station, Tom. Anything on scans, Harry?
Kim: I'm picking up another spatial disturbance two thousand kilometers away.
Chakotay: Source?
Kim: I have no idea. It looks like space is folding in on itself.
Janeway: Shields to full.
Kim: It's an alien vessel, one occupant aboard.
Paris: Captain, it looks like that ship is being powered by a coaxial warp drive.
Chakotay: Coaxial what?
Paris: It's a hypothetical propulsion system. Starfleet engineers have been dreaming about it for years. In theory, it can literally fold the fabric of space allowing a ship to travel instantaneously across huge distances.
Tuvok: The alien warp drive is overloading.
Paris: In theory, a coaxial drive explosion could collapse space within a radius of a billion kilometers. In theory.
Janeway: Let's keep theory from becoming reality. Red alert!
Chakotay: Scan the vessel. Can we beam the pilot out?
Kim: Too much interference.
Paris: That ship's about had it, Captain. The coaxial core is breaching.
Tuvok: We should vacant this area of space at once.
Paris: We can't just leave him like this.
Janeway: Try one more hail.
Kim: Nothing. Maybe he's ignoring us.
Paris: Or maybe he's unconscious. We've got to do something.
Janeway: Suggestions?
Paris: A symmetric warp field. That should contain any instabilities in his space-folding core.
Chakotay: How can you be sure?
Paris: Advanced subspace geometry. It's the one course at the academy where I actually paid attention. We'll tractor him in to kill his momentum, generate a warp field around his ship.
Tuvok: His flightpath is erratic. We'd be risking collision.
Paris: Captain, I can make this work.
Janeway: Do it.
Paris: Passing through the residual folds in space. Steady. Got him!
Tuvok: I've extended our warp field around his vessel. His core is powering down.
Janeway: Nice flying, Tom.
Paris: My pleasure.
Kim: We're finally receiving a hail.
Chakotay: Open a channel.
Janeway: Captain Janeway, of the Federation Starship Voyager. Do you need medical attention?
Steth: I'm fine, Captain. Unfortunately my ship is not.
Janeway: If you need to make repairs, we might be able to help.
Steth: That's very generous.
Janeway: We'll beam you aboard in a few minutes. Stand by.
Steth: Thank you.
Janeway: Tuvok.
Janeway: Energize.
Janeway: Welcome.
Steth: Captain, I know you put yourselves in danger to rescue me. I want to thank you.
Janeway: I'm glad we could help.
Steth: I was so eager to test my new engine, I pushed it beyond it's limits.
Janeway: Coaxial warp doesn't seem to be the smoothest way to travel.
Steth: It's a violent procedure, but it allows a ship to travel through space at incredible speeds.
Tuvok: Considering the dangers, this method of travel hardly seems logical.
Steth: That's probably true, but if I were worrying about danger I wouldn't have become a test pilot.
Janeway: Where are you from?
Steth: The fourth planet of the Benthan system. That's about twenty light years from here.
Janeway: I'll speak to my engineers about helping you with repairs. Without your coaxial drive, it's a long way home.
Chakotay: Come in.
Paris: I'd like to ask you a favor. I need a change of pace. I'd like to help Steth repair his ship.
Chakotay: This isn't a good time to ask.
Paris: What do you mean?
Chakotay: I've been reading a report from the Doctor. You didn't show up today.
Paris: I was a little busy this morning. Saving someone's life, as I recall.
Chakotay: Is there something wrong, Tom? Anything bothering you?
Paris: Nothing is wrong. Since when is not wanting to spend time with the Doctor a capital offense? You'd have to throw the whole crew in the brig for that one.
Chakotay: Maybe. I was wondering if there's something on your mind. You're showing up for your duty shifts, you do what's required, but your heart doesn't seem to be in it. You seem preoccupied.
Paris: Like I said, I think I need a change of pace.
Chakotay: You're a different man from the one that came on board four years ago. You've taken charge of your life, turned yourself around. I'd hate to see you ruin it.
Paris: I won't. With your permission, I'll report to Sickbay.
Chakotay: Permission denied. Report to Steth's ship instead. Assist in the repairs. We need our best man on the job.
Steth: And on my way back, I made the mistake of flying the prototype through restricted Entaban territory.
Paris: And?
Steth: And the Entabans weren't too pleased to see me. I limped back to the engineers on Benthos with phaser holes through their brand new extanium fuselage. I think they would have been happy to see phaser holes through me.
Paris: When I was sixteen, I followed an ancient human custom. I took my father's shuttle out for a joy ride, and proceeded to fry all the relays.
Steth: I'm guessing he wasn't happy about getting it back.
Paris: Actually he didn't. As far as I know, it's still at the bottom of Lake Tahoe.
Steth: Here it is, the coaxial induction drive. It draws in subatomic particles and reconfigures their internal geometries.
Paris: And this is what makes folding space possible?
Steth: At least in spurts. Unfortunately, particle instabilities keep overloading my engines. But I'm going to make it work. I have to keep in motion. I don't like the thought of settling down. Too many new ships to drive. Too many intriguing women.
Paris: Yeah, I guess so.
Steth: When I get this ship back I'm going to be doing the first test on a new Mithran class flyer. I'm told it's more advanced than any warship in the quadrant. Why don't you come with me? We'd have a great time. You could meet up with Voyager afterwards.
Paris: I'd love to do that. It sounds very exciting. But I have responsibilities here. People who count on me. B'Elanna would be furious. B'Elanna. I have to go.
Paris: So, you started without me.
Torres: I finished without you. You're a little late.
Paris: Sorry. I was helping Steth repair his ship.
Torres: How's it going?
Paris: Pretty slow. We're both stuck on how to prevent the particle overloads in his propulsion system.
Torres: Have you tried an isokinetic containment field?
Paris: Yeah, that's the first thing we tried.
Torres: How long do you think repairs are going to take?
Paris: I don't know.
Torres: I was just hoping that maybe you could help me recalibrate the plasma manifolds tonight.
Paris: Ah. I, er, I probably should go help Steth.
Torres: Tom, is there something wrong?
Paris: Why are you interrogating me?
Torres: I didn't think I was.
Paris: It sounds more like you want me to account for every minute that I'm not with you.
Torres: That's ridiculous.
Paris: Can't I have some time to myself? Can't I do what I want without having to report every detail of it to you?
Torres: Tom, you can do whatever you want. I just wanted to know if there was something wrong. I mean, lately you've been canceling dates. You hide out for hours in the holodeck.
Paris: I am not hiding anything. That is ridiculous.
Torres: Is it? You haven't even told me what holodeck program this is that has you so fascinated.
Paris: The Dancing Girls of Ninipia Prime. It's very entertaining,
Torres: Very funny.
Paris: You're overreacting.
Torres: I am not overreacting. There's obviously something going on and you're refusing to admit it.
Neelix: Good evening, Lieutenants. I see you don't have your dinner yet, Tom. Can I get you something?
Paris: I'm really not hungry.
Torres: Excuse me. Are you going to talk about this? Because if you're not, I don't want to sit here anymore.
Paris: If you can carry on an adult conversation without all the histrionics
Torres: Good night, Tom.
Steth: Computer, run a DNA stability analysis. How long before my genome reverts to it's previous form?
Computer: Time to reversion three hours thirteen minutes. Complete genome recovery is imminent.
Paris: So I was lying in bed last night when it hit me. What you need is a carburettor.
Steth: A carburettor?
Paris: Yes. It's a device that's hundreds of years old. I can't believe I didn't think of it yesterday.
Steth: Wait. Hundreds of years old? Surely that couldn't be of any use to us now.
Paris: It all goes back to basics. You would be surprised at how often I find solutions to twenty fourth century problems in twentieth century technology. Computer, access Paris program alpha one, Grease Monkey.
Steth: Grease Monkey?
Paris: Mechanic lingo.
Paris: A car's engine can't run on pure fuel, so the carburettor supplies it with a mixture of vaporized fuel and air.
Steth: And you think we need a device like that to dilute the particle stream as it enters the coaxial drive.
Paris: Exactly! And a spare polaric modulator from Voyager's impulse drive should do the trick.
Steth: Subatomic dilution! It never would have occurred to me. I think you've solved it.
Paris: Well, we can run a few simulations on the holodeck before we actually try it.
Steth: I owe you a lot.
Paris: You can thank my lucky toolbox. It's gotten me out of hot water more than once.
Steth: You're lucky to be stationed on a ship like this. Replicators to feed and clothe you, holotechnology to cater to every whim. Hallways filled with women.
Paris: Yeah. It's great.
Steth: You don't sound convinced. Aren't you happy here?
Paris: Of course I'm happy. I'm very happy. I mean, I pilot one of the most advanced ships in Starfleet, I have a beautiful girlfriend, I'm respected. I have everything that I've ever wanted.
Steth: You're lucky, You're part of a family, part of a structure. You have rules to guide you. You don't have to worry about making a lot of choices. I usually go to bed at night not knowing what the next day has in store, what trouble I might get into. You don't have to worry about those things. You're very settled.
Paris: I remember those days. I used to be a lot like you. Going anywhere, doing whatever I wanted, making my own rules.
Steth: Well, then there's hope for me yet, Maybe someday I'll settle down too. But for now I prefer to stay on the move.
Paris: Sometimes I wish that's what I was doing.
Steth: Things'll turn around for you. I've always found that change is inevitable. It comes when you least expect it.
Paris: Yeah, I suppose.
Steth: Now, are we ready to try this carburettor idea on my ship?
Paris: Just give me five more minutes to finish up here and I'll be right with you.
Steth: Five minutes. And Tom? Don't dismiss the suggestion I made, about coming with me to fly the new ship. It might be fun to escape the shackles for a while.
Paris: Hmm.
Steth: Computer, access all files pertaining to Lieutenant Tom Paris. Download into memory core alpha.
Computer: Please enter authorisation code.
Computer: Access granted. Commencing download.
Steth: Hello. I'm Steth, a guest of your captain.
Seven: I have been appraised of your presence on Voyager. You are not authorized to access the ship's computers.
Steth: You must be Seven of Nine.
Seven: That is correct.
Steth: Tom mentioned you. He thinks you're extremely intelligent.
Seven: Lieutenant Paris' opinion of me is irrelevant to your being in this room.
Steth: Well, er, Tom felt we needed some files for polaric modulators, but he was called away before we could access them. I thought I'd find them myself and help out.
Seven: You were mistaken. He must be present to download these files.
Steth: Oh, I'm about to meet him at the holodeck. We can find the files there.
Seven: Voyager's hierarchy is complex. See that you familiarize yourself with it.
Steth: Good advice. I'll do that.
Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 51762.4. The repairs to Steth's coaxial drive have been completed well ahead of schedule.
Paris: Everything here looks good. Just give me one more second to check the flow field parameters.
Steth: Go ahead.
Paris: It's my box wrench. I've been looking all over for this.
Steth: I know I should have asked you, Tom, but I needed it for an experiment.
Paris: To check your new carburettor?
Steth: Not quite. You're the first humans I've met and that wrench had enough cellular residue on it for me to check your DNA. I have good news. We're compatible. STETH/
Paris: Consider this a favor. I know how unhappy you've been with this dreary, settled life so I'm taking it off your hands. I'm betting there's still some fun to be had here. Voyager is a great ship, Tom. I'll take good care of it.
Paris: Sorry I'm late.
Janeway: We were beginning to wonder if you were ever coming back.
Kim: His ship is powering engines.
Janeway: Something wrong, Tom? STETH/
Paris: It's nothing. STETH/
Paris: I'm just really going to miss that guy.
Chakotay: Mind if I join you? STETH/
Paris: Not at all. Commander.
Chakotay: Chakotay will do, Tom. You don't carry this rules thing too far. I've been discussing your engineering report with the captain. She was wondering if we could implement some of Steth's technology here on Voyager. STETH/
Paris: Really?
Chakotay: We thought maybe you could start on a shuttle. Do you think you can do it? STETH as
Paris: I'm sure I can.
Chakotay: Great. You can start right after you finish with the Doctor. STETH/
Paris: The Doctor.
Chakotay: He needs your help in Sickbay. I told him you'd be there. STETH/
Paris: Of course.
Crewman: Lieutenant. STETH/
Paris: Hi.
Kim: I know you've been avoiding the Doctor, but don't tell me you've forgotten where Sickbay is? STETH/
Paris: Oh! Not yet. I was just trying to figure out if there's a more efficient route between Sickbay and my quarters.
Kim: I didn't realize you were that eager to get there. So tell me, are they ready yet? STETH/
Paris: Ah, not yet. But they will be, soon.
Kim: Great. Hey, let me know if you have any problems. Polyduranide can be tough to replicate. STETH/
Paris: Oh, sure can be.
Kim: I can't wait to get my hands around one of those clubs. Ensign Kaplan won't know what hit her. STETH/
Paris: What?
Kim: We're going to play golf with her. We scheduled a rematch, remember? STETH/
Paris: Oh, of course. I can't wait.
Kim: Have you been working on your putting? You missed both those two-footers last time. STETH/
Paris: I won't let it happen again.
Kim: All right. Give the Doc my best. STETH/
Paris: I will. STETH/
Paris: If I ever find him.
Emh: You're early, Mister Paris. I see some good came from my report to Commander Chakotay. Let's put these extra few minutes to good use. Begin with a thorough biobed diagnostic. I want you to recalibrate each physiosensor, making sure to enter each metabolic referent precisely. STETH/
Paris: Okay.
Emh: When you're through with that, run a protein structure analysis and then continue your review of the thirty seven steps of a cardiopulmonary reconstruction procedure. I'll leave you to your biobeds.
Emh: Did you forget to disengage the scan emitters? STETH/
Paris: Sorry.
Emh: Mister Paris. STETH/
Paris: I don't know what's wrong.
Emh: I realize it's complicated, but you must try again. STETH/
Paris: Actually, I'm not feeling so well.
Emh: How fortunate you're already in Sickbay. I'll run a few scans. STETH/
Paris: No, no, Doc, that's all right. To be perfectly honest with you. This is so frustrating for me. I usually pick things up a lot faster than this.
Emh: You're here to learn, Mister Paris. It will get easier with time. STETH/
Paris: That's easy for you to say.
Emh: Excuse me? STETH/
Paris: Well, no offense, Doctor, but you were programmed to be a medical genius. Things always come easy to you. Me, I'm just a pilot. A grease monkey. And as hard as I might try to become a better assistant, it's clear to me now that I'll never be half the healer that you are.
Emh: Do you mean to tell me you've been trying to live up to my standards? STETH/
Paris: I'm afraid I have.
Emh: It all makes sense now. The misplaced aggression, the shirking of responsibilities. All classic signs of an inferiority complex. I had no idea my superior abilities were affecting your psyche so strongly. Take the rest of the day off. Reflect on your strengths. Realize your worth. STETH/
Paris: I'll do that, Doctor. Thank you.
Paris: B'Elanna.
Torres: What do you think you're doing? STETH/
Paris: Putting.
Torres: In my quarters? STETH/
Paris: I can't putt in your quarters?
Torres: No. STETH/
Paris: Since when?
Torres: Tom. What is this? STETH/
Paris: That is a sand wedge. It's used for getting out of traps.
Torres: Why is it here? STETH/
Paris: I replicated it for you. I thought we could play a little game of golf on the holodeck before dinner.
Torres: So this is your idea of an adult conversation? I don't know what you are trying to accomplish with this little stunt, but let me assure you, it is not working. I am sorry if you are bored because Steth is gone, but that doesn't mean that you can just walk in here and pretend like you haven't been shutting me out. STETH/
Paris: You're being a little hard on Steth. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't be here right now.
Torres: Really? STETH/
Paris: I mentioned to him we were having some problems and he urged me to come and talk to you. To try to work things out. To admit I was wrong. I made a mistake, B'Elanna, and I'm sorry. I won't shut you out anymore. In fact, I went to the Doctor and begged to be excused from my duties. I realize it's only a few extra hours, but they're hours I want to spend with you.
Torres: Steth turned out to be a positive influence on you.
Steth: Computer, wh PARIS/
Steth: Computer, where are we?
Computer: Navigation matrix one seven one one. The Kotaba expanse. Coaxial leap complete. PARIS?
Steth: How far are we from Voyager? Computer, lock in Voyager's last known coordinates and activate differential induction drive.
Computer: Unable to execute command. PARIS/
Steth: Why not?
Computer: The differential induction drive has been secured. The security access code is required to implement the coaxial leap.
Avik: This is Commander Avek of the Benthan Guard. We're taking you into custody. Prepare to surrender the vessel to us at once. PARIS/
Steth: Benthan? I need a second to explain, Commander. I'm not who you think
Avik: We do not negotiate with thieves. PARIS/
Steth: No, you don't understand. I, I need the ship to get back to Voyager.
Avik: Surrender the vessel peacefully or we will use force. PARIS/
Steth: Why is everybody trying to shoot me today?
Daelen: You know what I'm here for. PARIS/
Steth: I don't know what you're talking about. Who are you?
Daelen: I'm Steth. PARIS/
Steth: What?
Daelen: Look at me. You did wear this body for nearly a year before you switched it with mine. That's my body you're in now. I want it back. PARIS/
Steth: Bear with me for a second. We have more in common than you might think.
Torres: This better be good, Tom. I left Vorik right in the middle of an EPS recalibration. STETH/
Paris: You can thank me later.
Torres: So, what's my big surprise? STETH/
Paris: What would you say to twenty four glorious hours on the famed fourth planet of the Kendren system?
Torres: You mean the planet where Neelix is gathering food samples? STETH/
Paris: I ran a few scans and found the most incredible beach on one of the smaller continents. I replicated a picnic lunch for us. Voyager isn't leaving orbit until tomorrow. We'd have an entire day.
Torres: Only a day? Oh, I think that we would need at least a week. STETH/
Paris: I wish we could. We've only got a day.
Torres: You're serious, aren't you. STETH/
Paris: Completely.
Torres: Do you know how much trouble we would be in? STETH/
Paris: What could Janeway do, execute us?
Torres: Tom, I am swamped. I can't get away for an hour, let alone twenty four. STETH/
Paris: B'Elanna.
Torres: I have responsibilities here. We both do. STETH/
Paris: Responsibilities? I don't care!
Torres: Tom, you're hurting me. STETH/
Paris: You're a real disappointment to me, do you know that? I don't know what I ever saw in you.
Paris: Seven, what brings you here at this hour?
Seven: We were supposed to meet in the shuttlebay at twenty one hundred hours. Did you forget? STETH/
Paris: I did. I got so caught up with my reading I guess it slipped my mind. Sorry.
Seven: The capillaries in your eyes are swollen, Lieutenant, and I see signs of vascular congestion in your cheeks. Are you intoxicated? STETH/
Paris: No, not at all. I was just exploring the replicator, trying some alien beverages. Only a few were alcoholic.
Seven: You are not officially off-duty for another seventy eight minutes. STETH/
Paris: I'm on break. Would you like to join me? I could replicate another Trakian ale for you.
Seven: That will not be necessary. STETH/
Paris: Relax, Seven. You're not on the Borg Cube any more. We could finish our work on the shuttle tomorrow.
Seven: That would be an inefficient use of our time. I will complete the work myself. STETH/
Paris: Fine.
Seven: Before I leave, I would like to know why you were reading the captain's personal logs? STETH/
Paris: I wasn't.
Seven: I saw the PADD. It was unmistakably the captain's logs. STETH/
Paris: You're wrong. You're confused. You couldn't possibly have seen anything.
Seven: You know I possess an eidetic memory. I require only seconds to commit what I see to memory. Would you like me to quote the passage you were reading? STETH/
Paris: I'm warning you, stay out of my way! Don't interfere in things that don't concern you. If you bother me again, I will make things very unpleasant for you.
Seven: Remove your hand from my arm. STETH/
Paris: Don't be foolish. You'll regret it.
Janeway: Enter. STETH/
Paris: You wanted to see me, Captain?
Janeway: Yes. I received a rather disturbing report from Seven of Nine regarding your conduct last night. She claims you were drinking on duty. STETH/
Paris: She's mistaken, Captain.
Janeway: Don't lie to me, Tom. I checked the computers. You replicated five alcoholic beverages in the mess hall. She also said you threatened her. STETH/
Paris: I'm sorry, Captain. B'Elanna and I had an argument. I was upset.
Janeway: And is that why you were reading my personal logs? STETH/
Paris: I wasn't!
Janeway: Seven recited a passage which I'd written, word for word. STETH/
Paris: She probably accessed those files herself. Captain, you can't take the word of a Borg over mine.
Janeway: This has to stop, Tom. Your conduct lately has been bizarre, and I've heard far too many complaints from far too many people to dismiss it. Chakotay, the Doctor, Seven of Nine. They're all worried about you. And so am I. STETH/
Paris: You're right, Captain. I need some rest. I'll go right to my quarters.
Janeway: Tom! As your Captain and as your friend, I want you to report to Sickbay for some tests. We have to find out if there's something physical that's causing this behavior. STETH/
Paris: This is crazy. I don't need any help.
Janeway: That's an order.
Janeway: Security, I need you in the ready room, now!
Tuvok: Are you hurt, Captain?
Janeway: No. Take him to Sickbay. Keep security with him.
Daelen: The coaxial drive will be online in a few minutes. PARIS/
Steth: Good. I've just about overridden all the lock-out commands. No offense, but I'd like to get out of your body as soon as possible.
Daelen: The alien seems capable of some sort of selective DNA exchange. He absorbs new DNA while depositing his current genetic material into his victims. Let's hope he can reverse that process. PARIS/
Steth: That's the last lock-out command. We're set for coaxial warp. Let's find Voyager.
Janeway: Captain's log, supplemental. The doctor has treated Mister Paris' phaser wounds, but has been unable to wake him. The motive for his attack remains a mystery.
Emh: Neurological scans yielded very little, but I did find something very interesting in his blood analysis. There are traces of a second DNA pattern in his nucleotide structure. Possibly the result of a genetic virus.
Tuvok: Could this be the cause of his recent behavior?
Emh: I don't know, but I'm running more scans to see how this might have affected his neurological functions.
Chakotay: Captain, a vessel just emerged from coaxial space off our starboard bow.
Janeway: Keep me informed, Doctor.
Janeway: Hail them. PARIS/
Steth: Captain Janeway.
Janeway: Welcome back, Mister Steth. PARIS/
Steth: I know this sounds crazy, Captain, but I'm not Steth. I'm Tom Paris.
Janeway: I beg your pardon. PARIS/
Steth: We're dealing with an alien who's some sort of identity thief. He traded places with me. Please, beam us aboard.
Janeway: Maintain your position while we consider your request. End transmission. Hold them in a tractor beam until you hear from me.
Kim: Aye, Captain.
Janeway: I have a feeling Steth and his new friend are behind whatever's happened to Tom.
Chakotay: Captain?
Janeway: No time to explain. I'll be in Sickbay.
Seven: Captain?
Kim: Commander, I'm reading an unauthorized shuttle launch. It's the captain. She's in the shuttle Tom's been working on.
Chakotay: Try hailing her.
Kim: She's not responding.
Chakotay: Hail Steth's ship. Look, I don't know who you are, but I want to know what's happening here. PARIS/
Steth: Who's on that shuttle?
Chakotay: Captain Janeway. PARIS/
Steth: No. I'm betting the alien switched my body, er, Tom's body for hers. You've got to let us out of this tractor beam. We can catch her with this ship. Chakotay, it's me.
Chakotay: How do I know that? PARIS/
Steth: The other day, in your office, you told me I'd turned my life around. Well, give me the chance to prove it. Let me go after the shuttle. It is the only way we can get everybody back into the right body.
Chakotay: Harry, disengage the tractor beam.
Steth: Twenty thousand kilometers and closing.
Daelen: Has he detected us yet? PARIS/
Steth: I'd say he has.
Janeway: Gentlemen, I'd advise you to reconsider this pursuit. Killing me will only keep you trapped in those bodies.
Daelen: He's right. We can't risk killing him. PARIS/
Steth: Yeah, but nothing's keeping him from killing us. Damn! The ship's not nearly as manoeuverable as a shuttle.
Daelen: Shields are down. STETH/
Janeway: I'm surprised you're so eager to
Janeway: Reclaim your life on Voyager, Tom. I was just as disappointed with it as you were.
Steth: Then I guess we were both wrong.
Janeway: It's time to move on again. Oh, Tom? Be sure to send my best regards to B'Elanna, hmm?
Daelen: He's charging the coaxial drive. PARIS/
Steth: Set the sensors to track him.
Daelen: I can't. He's blocking us. We won't be able to follow him once he goes into coaxial warp. We're losing him. PARIS/
Steth: The carburettor! We added a polaric modulator to the coaxial drive. If I can target the modulator, hit it with a chromoelectric pulse, that'll disrupt his engines. Here goes.
Steth: I hope you still have my box wrench. Faulty carburettors can be a pain to fix.
Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 51775.2. While the alien intruder remains trapped in the body of his last victim, the doctor has found a way to return Tom, Steth and me to our own bodies.
Steth: Doctor, I can't thank you enough. You've given me my life back.
Emh: All in a day's work.
Steth: There were times when I thought I would be stuck in that body forever.
Paris: Believe me, I'm just as happy to be back to the old Tom Paris.
Janeway: What do you plan to do now?
Steth: I'm going to take her back to Bentha. I hope to find the person who belongs to that body.
Emh: But who knows if that's the end of it? We have no idea how long she or he has been switching identities.
Steth: It may take a while, but I will do whatever I can to find everyone you've violated.
Janeway: A security team will escort you to your ship and erect a forcefield to contain her.
Torres: So this is where you've been hiding? A garage.
Paris: It's more than just a garage. This is a monument to hundreds and hundreds of hours that I probably should have spent with you.
Torres: Probably?
Paris: Definitely.
Torres: It's a lovely garage, Tom, but I still don't understand why you brought me here.
Paris: Well, consider it a symbolic gesture. It's my less than subtle attempt to let you in.
Torres: I see. To make it clear that I mean almost as much to you as a cam-a-ro.
Paris: It's a mint condition 1969 Camaro. And yes, you mean a lot more to me.