Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 53447.2. The crew's enjoying a much needed shore leave on the Norcadian homeworld while I visit Pendari, a planet in the neighboring system. I'm leaving Commander Chakotay in charge of Voyager.
Janeway: You may want to run a diagnostic on the shield generators. It's way overdue.
Chakotay: Consider it done.
Janeway: And don't forget to keep tabs on Neelix's little project in the mess hall.
Chakotay: He's still trying to enhance the plasma burners in his stove?
Janeway: With some of Seven's Borg technology. I don't want him accidentally turning the galley into an assimilation chamber.
Chakotay: I'll assign a security detail to keep tabs on him. Unless you think we need to take more drastic measures?
Janeway: And most important, be sure to tell your Captain when she's being overprotective.
Chakotay: I'll do that.
Janeway: Thanks again for minding the store.
Chakotay: Even the captain deserves a vacation once in a while.
Janeway: And her First Officer?
Chakotay: He's looking forward to putting his feet up on your desk.
Torres: Chakotay.
Chakotay: Fun last night, wasn't it?
Torres: There's another match scheduled at fifteen hundred.
Chakotay: I've got a systems diagnostic.
Torres: Correct me if I'm wrong, but you're in command until the captain gets back.
Chakotay: What's your point?
Torres: Delegate. I happen to know that Harry's free this afternoon.
Chakotay: Lieutenant, you're not suggesting I abuse my power.
Torres: Tell me that's not lunch.
Neelix: It's leola ointment for my skin.
Chakotay: What happened?
Neelix: I was so excited to visit one of those beautiful Norcadian beaches that I forgot to take my dermaline hypospray. I fell asleep under two suns.
Torres: Ouch.
Neelix: A little more color than I was hoping for, but it'll be a beautiful amber before you know it. How's your shore leave been?
Torres: Well, we've spent the last few days at the Tsunkatse matches.
Neelix: Tsunkatse. I heard some crewmen talking about that during breakfast.
Chakotay: It's exciting. A real test of strength and agility.
Torres: You should come to the match with us this afternoon.
Seven: From what I've heard, Tsunkatse is crude and pointless.
Torres: Well, I guess we won't be saving you a seat.
Chakotay: What about you, Tuvok? You appreciate the martial arts.
Tuvok: I have other plans. There's a micro-nebula approximately one point six light years from here on the verge of collapse.
Seven: We'd like to take a shuttle to study it.
Neelix: An away mission during shore leave?
Seven: Commander Tuvok and I don't require recreational activities.
Torres: The Borg wouldn't know fun if they assimilated an amusement park.
Chakotay: It's your shore leave. But try to enjoy yourselves. That's an order.
Paris: Here's the navigational data you asked for.
Seven: Thank you.
Paris: How long are you planning on being gone?
Seven: Approximately forty eight hours.
Paris: Just like B'Elanna.
Seven: Clarify.
Paris: She over-packs too.
Seven: I haven't over-packed. I simply wish to be prepared for any contingency.
Paris: And what contingency is this for?
Seven: That's an iso-modulator, enhanced to correct hull ablation in the event we encounter a meteoroid stream.
Paris: Couldn't you just replicate an iso-modulator?
Seven: I prefer this one.
Paris: Oh, I get it. You like to have your own things with you. B'Elanna's the same way. You know, she'd never admit it, but she still takes a stuffed animal with her whenever she's going to be away for more than a day. Toby the Targ.
Seven: Can Toby the Targ correct hull ablation? Your comparison is flawed.
Emh: Just the person I was looking for.
Seven: You require my assistance?
Emh: Your company. I was wondering if you care to join me on a tour of Norcadia's cultural hot spots. I hear their museums are among the finest in this sector.
Seven: I'm busy.
Emh: With what?
Seven: Commander Tuvok and I are leaving to study a collapsing micro-nebula.
Emh: During shore leave? I thought we'd discussed this. Shore leave is a perfect opportunity for you to spend time with other members of the crew, to develop your social skills.
Seven: Then I suppose I'll have to develop them with Commander Tuvok.
Emh: Vulcans aren't exactly known for their winning personalities.
Seven: You'd prefer I spent my time with sociable individuals such as yourself.
Emh: You could do worse.
Seven: In that case, perhaps you'd care to join us.
Emh: To study the micro-nebula?
Seven: You can assist us with our analysis of veridium oxide particulates.
Emh: On second thought, you and Tuvok have a good time.
Seven: I'll give the Commander your regrets.
Emh: Do that. And if the nebula isn't as riveting as you'd hoped, try to remember lesson thirty six. Pleasant Parlor Games To Pass The Time. You'll need it.
Seven: Two hours, thirty seven minutes, thirteen seconds. That's how long we've gone without verbal communication.
Tuvok: Why is that remarkable?
Seven: The Doctor encourages me to engage in conversation during awkward silences.
Tuvok: Did you find the silence awkward?
Seven: No.
Tuvok: Nor did I.
Seven: There's a vessel approaching on an intercept course. The hull configuration is unfamiliar.
Tuvok: Distance?
Seven: Approximately three hundred thousand kilometers.
Tuvok: Hail them.
Seven: No response.
Tuvok: Tuvok to Voyager.
Seven: The vessel is emitting some kind of dampening field. We've lost engines, weapons, shields.
Tuvok: It's an explosive device of some sort.
Seven: Transporters are down. I can't beam it off.
Tuvok: I'll try to disarm it.
Penk: Borg-enhanced physiology. You should possess superior strength, agility, stamina, and visual acuity. Welcome to Tsunkatse. Since the game's inception our audience has never had the pleasure of seeing a drone compete. You are going to be a very popular attraction.
Seven: Where is Commander Tuvok?
Penk: Your comrade from the shuttle? I'm afraid he was injured in the explosion.
Seven: I wish to see him. Now.
Penk: Certainly. You will learn nothing is more important to me than the comfort and happiness of my fighters.
Hirogen: Yes, Penk's generosity is legendary.
Penk: Quiet! He's envious because I've found a new favorite.
Seven: I have no intention of participating in your game.
Penk: Aggressive. I like that.
Seven: He requires medical attention.
Penk: That can be arranged.
Seven: Then arrange it.
Penk: You haven't won a single bout, and already you're making demands like a champion.
Seven: Will you treat him or not?
Penk: Will you fight?
Tuvok: Do not comply. My condition is not severe.
Penk: Spoken like a true competitor, willing to ignore his injuries for the sake of the contest. Schedule a bout for him. A Red Match against the Pensarkan.
Hirogen: A Red Match does not end until one of the competitors is killed. Your friend would not survive.
Penk: But you might.
Hirogen: Give her a Blue Match, Penk. You wouldn't want to lose your new favorite her first time in the pit.
Penk: Yes. We should start you off slowly.
Seven: Treat him, and I will comply.
Torres: What about the seventh match?
Chakotay: I'm picking the Vensiddian.
Kim: He lost his last two times out.
Chakotay: But he's undefeated against left-handed fighters.
Paris: You should trust him, Harry. Chakotay knows a thing or two about southpaws.
Torres: He was twenty three and oh as a light heavyweight.
Chakotay: Twenty three and and one, actually. A Nausicaan with a mean right hook.
Kim: You think that's bad? Try taking a parrises mallet to the ribs.
Chakotay: I didn't know you played.
Kim: Three time Academy champion. Now, that's a tough sport.
Chakotay: I boxed a few parrises players in my day.
Torres: And?
Chakotay: Let's just say they went back to playing parrises squares after that.
Kim: Oh, was that a challenge, Commander?
Chakotay: I wouldn't want to put my Ops officer out of commission, now, would I?
Kim: I can take a punch.
Torres: Careful, Harry. Legend has it that the Tattooed Terror has put more men in Sickbay than the Ankaran flu.
Paris: Yeah, you wouldn't want to bruise your clarinet fingers.
Kim: Hey, you want to go a few rounds, or all you all talk?
Paris: Any time, any place.
Kim: Oh, you punch like a Ferengi.
Torres: I don't care what Harry says. The Pensarkan-Bendali match is too close to call.
Chakotay: I'll let you know how it turns out.
Torres: Excuse me?
Chakotay: I rearranged the duty schedules this morning. You've got the bridge starting at fourteen hundred hours.
Torres: You're sticking me with that shift so that you can go to the fight.
Chakotay: I'm delegating.
Torres: Me and my big mouth.
Chakotay: I thought you'd be pleased that I took your advice.
Torres: Words fail me. Now remind me. The reason that you have to see that fight is because?
Chakotay: I'm an anthropologist.
Torres: What does that have to do with Tsunkatse?
Chakotay: It's a cultural phenomenon.
Emh: You're having an allergic reaction to your leola ointment. I hope you've learned your lesson. Talaxian homeopathy is no substitute for medical science. This should help with the swelling and diskoloration.
Neelix: Ow.
Emh: But you'll have to stay out of the sun.
Neelix: What about the rest of my shore leave?
Emh: I suggest you limit it to indoor activities.
Neelix: Commander Chakotay and B'Elanna invited me to the Tsunkatse matches. I guess I'll go.
Emh: I'm disappointed in you, Mister Neelix. Cheering for one individual to inflict serious injury on another hardly seems like an activity you'd enjoy.
Neelix: Well, Commander Chakotay says that it's a wonderful demonstration of athletic prowess.
Emh: You seem to be forgetting that Commander Chakotay is an aficionado of boxing, arguably the most barbaric sport in Earth's history. Surely you can find some way to occupy your free time that doesn't involve alien fisticuffs.
Neelix: Do you have any suggestions?
Emh: As a matter of fact, I was planning a visit to the Norcadian Museum of Entomology this afternoon. There's a fascinating exhibit of beetle larvae from the equatorial sub-continent. You're welcome to join me.
Neelix: Hmm, alien bugs, or alien fisticuffs. Ooo, that's a tough one.
Crowd: Tsunkat, tsunkat, tsunkat.
Neelix: You were right, Commander. This is exciting. Two opponents, alone in the pit, with only their strength and agility to protect them.
Chakotay: I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.
Neelix: I still don't understand the rules.
Chakotay: It's simple. A Tsunkatse fighter wears a polaron disruptor on both hands and feet. Each disruptor delivers a bio-plasmic charge when it comes in contact one of the opponent's target sensors.
Neelix: So there is strategy involved?
Chakotay: A fighter has to attack his rival's sensors without exposing his own.
Paris: Are you two going to talk, or you here to watch?
Neelix: He looks like he could pick up a shuttlecraft.
Kim: He's a Pendari. They're known for their superior strength.
Paris: And their bad temper.
Kim: I hear they have a tendency to throw their opponents into the stands.
Paris: Be ready to duck.
Neelix: Seven?
Kim: Seven! Seven!
Champion: You're no bigger than a Tarkanian field mouse. Penk's insulting me by putting you in the pit to face me.
Seven: I must warn you. I possess superior strength.
Champion: I'm trembling.
Kim: Seven! Seven!
Neelix: Seven!
Seven: I assure you, resistance is futile.
Champion: So is all your talk.
Neelix: Seven!
Paris: It's no use. She can't hear us.
Chakotay: Chakotay to Voyager.
Chakotay: Come in!
Torres: Calling to give me a blow-by-blow description of the match, Commander?
Chakotay: Seven of Nine is in the pit.
Torres: What?
Chakotay: No time to explain. Beam her out of there.
Seven: I have no desire to inflict further damage.
Champion: I'm afraid I can't say the same.
Torres: I'm locked onto the coordinates of the pit. Seven's not there.
Chakotay: I'm looking right at her!
Torres: Not according to these sensors.
Kim: Maybe their lifesigns are masked?
Chakotay: Try recalibrating the bioscanners.
Torres: Acknowledged.
Torres: There's nothing to lock onto. The only readings I'm picking up are photonic.
Kim: Holograms?
Paris: They're transmitting the fight from another location.
Penk: Transmission to one of the arenas on Norcadia Prime is being disrupted. Compensate.
Crowd: Tsunkat! Tsunkat! Tsunkat! Tsunkat! Tsunkat! Tsunkat!
Chakotay: Voyager, four to beam up.
Chakotay: We've scanned the Norcadian surface, Captain. There's no sign of them.
Janeway: Any luck tracing the transmission?
Chakotay: We're trying, but it's not easy.
Chakotay: There are transmissions being sent to every planet in the sector.
Janeway: I guess you aren't the only ones who enjoy this sport.
Torres: It could take days before we can figure out where Seven and Tuvok are being held.
Janeway: What about diplomatic channels?
Chakotay: Neelix is meeting with a group of Norcadian officials.
Janeway: Well, let's hope he gets their cooperation.
Chakotay: When can we expect you back?
Janeway: I'm at the outer rim of the Pendari system. At best, I'm forty eight hours away.
Chakotay: Sorry to cut your vacation short.
Janeway: That's okay, Commander. Keep me informed. Janeway out.
Seven: Stay away from me.
Hirogen: It's a dermal regenerator. The Pendari you fought injured you. Now, keep still. It's almost out of power.
Seven: I prefer that you use it to treat Commander Tuvok.
Hirogen: I already have. He's sleeping.
Seven: Why are you helping us?
Hirogen: I recognize fellow hunters when I see them.
Seven: I'm no hunter.
Hirogen: I saw your match today. Your skills are impressive.
Seven: The Pendari would disagree.
Hirogen: You almost defeated him. But at the last moment, you hesitated. You questioned your desire to destroy your prey.
Seven: I have no such desire.
Hirogen: Don't you? I thought I saw it in your eyes. With the proper training, you could become a champion.
Seven: Until our ship comes to rescue us, my only goal is to survive.
Hirogen: Do you know the difference between a survivor and a champion here? There isn't one.
Penk: I wanted to be the first to congratulate you.
Seven: I lost.
Penk: Exactly. There's a great deal of hostility toward the Borg in this sector. Whenever the Pendari landed a blow, our audience grew. We're getting tens of thousands of requests to see you fight again.
Hirogen: She needs time to recuperate, to prepare for her next bout.
Penk: I agree. There's a Red Match scheduled for the day after tomorrow. The Pendari was supposed to compete, but I've entered you in his place. If three billion people paid to see you hurt, imagine how many will pay to see you die.
Seven: Survival may be more difficult than I imagined.
Hirogen: You will win the match.
Seven: What makes you say that?
Hirogen: I know your opponent. I know his weaknesses. I can train you to defeat him.
Seven: I told you. I will not kill anyone in that arena.
Hirogen: Consider the alternative.
Seven: Teach me.
Hirogen: You're letting your elbow fall, exposing your target.
Seven: You're mistaken. My arm is positioned properly. When executing the Tanyk Defense, the blocking elbow must remain parallel to the median sensor.
Hirogen: Ah, The Book of Tsunkatse.
Seven: Commander Tuvok borrowed it from one of the other fighters.
Hirogen: It is obvious you've studied it well.
Seven: I'm attempting a defense against any
Seven: That was not one of the thirty three sanctioned maneuvers.
Hirogen: There must be thirty four.
Seven: I was unprepared for your attack.
Hirogen: Is that what you're going to say to your opponent? Stop thinking like a drone. Sanctioned maneuvers, perfecting defenses. You cannot assimilate Tsunkatse from a book. You must live it, feel it, in here. Your movements must become instinct. An attack can come at any time from any direction. You must learn to improvise.
Seven: Like this?
Seven: I've observed you often favor your left side.
Hirogen: Very perceptive. It's a wound I sustained in one of my first matches. After nineteen years, it still hasn't healed properly.
Seven: You've been here a long time.
Hirogen: I was taken during my son's first hunt. He was so proud to be with his father, watching every movement I made, imitating my gestures. But instead of bringing home his first trophy, he saw his father become someone else's prey.
Seven: Do you know what happened to him?
Hirogen: I never saw him again. All Penk would say was that the boy was too small for competition.
Seven: Perhaps he managed to return home.
Hirogen: You let down your defenses. Why?
Seven: I was
Hirogen: What? Feeling sorry for me and My tragic past?
Seven: Yes.
Hirogen: You must never sympathize with your prey. Unless you accept that, you will die. We'll continue.
Chakotay: How did it go?
Neelix: Oh, the Norcadians were shocked to learn that off-worlders might be participating against their will.
Neelix: The Ambassador promised to begin an immediate investigation.
Chakotay: You don't sound too convinced.
Neelix: I'm not. I spoke to one of the Pendari delegates. According to him, a huge percentage of the planet's revenue is derived from Tsunkatse. Nobody wants to do anything that might interfere with the game.
Chakotay: So they turn a blind eye to the recruitment tactics.
Neelix: We're not going to get any help through official channels. It's hard to believe, a civilization whose favorite pastime is cheering while innocent people fight each other.
Chakotay: If Seven and Tuvok hadn't been abducted, we might still be cheering too.
Chakotay: What have you got?
Torres: Well, one of the reasons we were having trouble isolating the source of the transmissions was because they never seem to be coming from the same place twice. At first we thought the matches were being held in various locations.
Kim: But when we connected the dots, we realized that the pattern conformed to a flight path.
Torres: One that spanned the entire sector.
Chakotay: They're transmitting the fights from a ship.
Neelix: Like a traveling carnival.
Kim: Oh, this is no carnival. Five million metric tons, reinforced hull plating protected by covariant shielding. Neutronic weaponry.
Torres: It's way out of our weight class.
Chakotay: The bigger they come, Lieutenant. Transmit these coordinates to the Captain. Tell her we could use a hand.
Hirogen: Excellent. When your opponent enters the arena, what do you see?
Seven: My prey.
Hirogen: And what do you do to your prey?
Seven: Hunt it down and kill it.
Hirogen: Go rest before your match.
Seven: Thank you.
Hirogen: Thank me by winning.
Seven: Penk's guards are making their inspection rounds. Progress?
Tuvok: Both the dampening field and the shielding of this vessel are tetryon-based, but without access to the control interface I can't disable either. Your training?
Seven: Complete.
Tuvok: Are you adequately prepared?
Seven: The Hirogen is an efficient instructor. He believes I'll win.
Tuvok: That troubles you?
Seven: The idea of killing someone for the entertainment of others is detestable.
Tuvok: Is the idea of losing your own life for the entertainment of others more palatable? As a drone, you took many lives.
Seven: I was acting as part of the Collective.
Tuvok: You're worried you won't have the strength to accomplish the task on your own.
Seven: I'm worried that I will.
Penk: It's time.
Tuvok: Do whatever it takes to survive.
Seven: You knew.
Hirogen: Yes.
Seven: Training me was a deception. You wished to familiarize yourself with my weaknesses.
Hirogen: I was helping you to overcome them.
Seven: Why?
Hirogen: Nineteen years is a long time. I've grown tired.
Seven: You wish to be killed in the arena?
Hirogen: I want a death my son would be proud of.
Seven: I won't be the one to provide it.
Hirogen: Then I'll be forced to kill you.
Paris: Approaching the vessel.
Chakotay: Take us out of warp. Raise shields and charge weapons. Any sign of Tuvok and Seven?
Kim: Our sensors can't penetrate their shields.
Chakotay: Hail them.
Penk: This is not a convenient time.
Chakotay: I'm Commander Chakotay of the Starship Voyager. You're holding two of my people.
Penk: You'll have to be more specific.
Chakotay: Commander Tuvok and Seven of Nine. Return them. Now.
Penk: The Borg drone and her friend. I'm afraid she's occupied at the moment.
Chakotay: You have thirty seconds before I open fire.
Penk: A fighter. I respect that. But you're no match for me.
Seven: We can still find another way out of this.
Hirogen: There is no other way. You're still dropping your elbow.
Hirogen: Make a choice. Hunter or Prey? Hunter or Prey?
Torres: Direct hit to their aft shield generators.
Kim: Still no sign of Seven, but I've got a lock on Tuvok.
Chakotay: Beam him to Sickbay. Keep targeting those generators.
Kim: Transport complete.
Chakotay: Bridge to Tuvok.
Tuvok: Go ahead, Commander.
Chakotay: Do you know Seven's status?
Tuvok: She's being forced to fight to the death. I believe they're on the uppermost deck.
Kim: That section's protected by multiphasic force fields. I can't penetrate them.
Torres: Shields down to forty percent. Thirty two percent.
Hirogen: You're getting weak. I should have found worthier prey.
Hirogen: You're imperfect.
Hirogen: Is that the best you can do?
Torres: Shields are down.
Chakotay: Evasive maneuvers. Harry?
Kim: Still can't get a lock.
Paris: Should I get us out of here before they knock out our propulsion?
Chakotay: Not yet. If we can't beam her out, maybe we can shut down the transmission.
Paris: If nobody's watching, then why continue the fight?
Chakotay: Start targeting their signal generators.
Kim: Hull breach on deck eleven.
Chakotay: Seal it.
Torres: We've lost weapons.
Paris: Another vessel is approaching.
Torres: Great. Now they're bringing in reinforcements?
Paris: No, this one's on our side. It's the Delta Flyer.
Chakotay: Good to see you, Captain.
Janeway: Nothing like getting back to work after a long vacation.
Chakotay: We need you to target their signal generators.
Janeway: Understood.
Penk: We've lost more than half our audience. Reroute power to transmitters five and six.
Kim: They've reduced power to their forcefields. I've got two lifesigns in there. Seven and a Hirogen but I can't get an individual lock.
Chakotay: Transport them both if you have to. Tom.
Paris: Aye, sir.
Crowd: Tsunkat! Tsunkat! Tsunkat!
Hirogen: Never let your prey suffer. Kill it.
Paris: Seven, stand away.
Seven: It's all right. This fight is over.
Janeway: Captain's log, stardate 53529.4. We've resumed course for the Alpha quadrant and initiated repairs. I can't say I'm sorry to see this shore leave come to an end.
Chakotay: We located an Hirogen hunting party three light years away. They've agreed to rendezvous with us.
Hirogen: I'm grateful.
Seven: Would you excuse us?
Emh: Very well. But if you should need anything, an analgesic, a phaser rifle, don't hesitate to ask.
Seven: I apologize for the Doctor. He's very protective of me.
Hirogen: He doesn't realize how well you defend yourself.
Hirogen: A trophy.
Seven: What will do you now, search for new prey?
Hirogen: No. This time I will be searching for my son.
Seven: If he is as clever as his father, he may be difficult to locate.
Hirogen: I've been wondering. Would you have killed me?
Seven: I don't know.
Hirogen: Fortunately, you were right. There was another way out.
Tuvok: I thought you might require assistance.
Seven: Thank you.
Tuvok: I realize we share an affinity for silences, but in this instance I feel compelled to speak. If you hadn't offered to take my place in the arena, it's likely I would have been killed.
Seven: I made the logical choice, as you would have.
Tuvok: Still, I owe you a debt of gratitude.
Seven: Assisting me with these recalibrations will be sufficient thanks.
Tuvok: Have you fully recovered?
Seven: I'm experiencing minor pain beneath my occipital implant. The Doctor believes it is temporary.
Tuvok: I wasn't referring to your physical condition.
Seven: When the Hirogen referred to me as weak, he was correct.
Tuvok: But you overpowered him.
Seven: Because I lost control.
Tuvok: Given the circumstances, your behavior was understandable.
Seven: I've spent the last three years struggling to regain my humanity. I'm afraid I may have lost it again in that arena.
Tuvok: You're experiencing difficult emotions.
Seven: Guilt, shame, remorse.
Tuvok: Then you haven't lost your humanity. You have reaffirmed it.


Neelix: Heart, heart, heart. Just one more heart.
Paris: You might as well be showing us your hand, Neelix. This is a game of strategy, deception.
Kim: Never let the opponents know your hand.
Neelix: Right.
Neelix: Bah.
Chakotay: Ten.
Kim: I see your ten, and raise you twenty.
Paris: Neelix?
Neelix: I'm thinking. Twenty. Another twenty. Ha.
Kim: If I didn't know any better, I'd say we're being hustled.
Neelix: Ensign?
Kim: Oh, I'm not buying the innocent Talaxian routine.
Neelix: I don't know what you're talking about. I've, I've, this is the first time I've played. What is it called?
All: Poker.
Paris: Look, why don't we make things a little more interesting. Forget the chips. Let's bet on tomorrow's work detail, all right? Whoever wins this hand gets the morning off.
Chakotay: I'm in.
Kim: I'm in.
Neelix: Sounds good to me.
Chakotay: What have you got?
Kim: Two pair.
Neelix: Does that beat a flush?
Kim: I knew you were bluffing.
Chakotay: That beats me. Tom?
Chakotay: Battle stations!
Paris: And I had a full house.
Paris: I can't shake them.
Chakotay: Return fire.
Neelix: Why didn't our sensors detect them?
Kim: Looks like they used a dispersal field to mask their approach.
Chakotay: Warp drive?
Paris: No luck. Too much damage to the plasma injectors.
Chakotay: Harry, get down there and see what you can do.
Neelix: Shields down eighteen percent.
Chakotay: Harry, status?
Kim: I need time to clear the injectors.
Neelix: Sir, the Cube's power output is fluctuating.
Chakotay: Then we're still in the game. Bring us about. Target their propulsion matrix.
Neelix: We've lost phasers.
Chakotay: Arm photon torpedoes. Fire when ready.
Neelix: We knocked out their main propulsion system.
Chakotay: Good. Now get us out of here, Tom.
Paris: They've got us in a tractor beam
Chakotay: Harry!
Chakotay: We need warp power, now!
Kim: We lost two more relays. I can't!
Chakotay: Harry? Harry!
Paris: Engines are offline.
Borg: We are the Borg. Your biological and technological distinctiveness will be added to our own. Resistance is futile.
Chakotay: Neelix.
Chakotay: Neelix!
Neelix: Commander?
Chakotay: It's all right. You were unconscious, but I don't think you're injured.
Neelix: I was dreaming you'd been assimilated.
Chakotay: Your subconscious was jumping the gun, but not by much. From the look of this room, I'd say we're in an assimilation chamber.
Paris: Where's Harry?
Chakotay: He's not here.
Paris: Well, we've got to find him.
Chakotay: We need to get our bearings first. Figure out what's going on.
Paris: We're in a Borg Cube and Harry's missing. That's what's going on.
Neelix: Sir.
Chakotay: Nobody we know.
Paris: Some kind of botched assimilation?
Chakotay: From the looks of it.
Paris: What are they waiting for? They've got three more potential drones here.
Chakotay: Stay calm.
Paris: Calm? We're in a chamber of horrors or haven't you noticed?
Chakotay: We're not drones yet. If we keep our heads, maybe we can find a way out. There's a forcefield around this room. Let's try to disable it.
Tuvok: Their ion trail ends directly ahead.
Torres: I'm detecting another vessel, bearing three zero, mark one one two. It's a Borg Cube.
Janeway: Red alert. Alter course to intercept. Adjust shields to rotating frequencies. Have they detected us?
Tuvok: Unclear. The vessel's holding position.
Janeway: As soon as we're within sensor range, start scanning for the away team. On screen.
Seven: Their propulsion system is offline. The damage is not that severe. The drones should've repaired it by now.
Janeway: Lucky for us they didn't, or we'd never have caught up with them. Any sign of our people?
Torres: Not yet.
Tuvok: They are targeting our warp core. Shields are holding.
Janeway: Return fire. Aim for their weapons array.
Torres: Now they're going after our impulse engines. That one was meant for our sensors. They can't seem to make up their minds.
Seven: Their attack strategy is erratic, inefficient.
Tuvok: And finished. We've disabled their weapons.
Torres: That was too easy.
Janeway: Maybe they're in worse shape than we thought.
Tuvok: I'm picking up non-Borg life signs. One of them is definitely Talaxian. It looks as though they haven't been assimilated yet.
Janeway: Try to get a transporter lock.
Torres: Their shields are interfering.
Janeway: Target their shield generator and fire.
Seven: Captain, I believe I can explain the unusual behavior of these Borg. There should be thousands of drones manning the vessel, but I'm picking up only five signatures.
Borg: We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile.
Torres: It doesn't sound like they've lost their confidence.
Tuvok: Their shield generators are too deep inside the vessel. Our weapons can't reach them.
Janeway: Open a channel. Borg vessel, this is the starship Voyager. You're holding our crewmen. We're willing to cease firing if you return them.
Borg: Negotiation is irrelevant. You will be assimilated.
Janeway: Not today, and not by you. Agree, or I'll resume firing.
Tuvok: They are scanning us.
Borg: We will return your crew members in exchange for specific technology.
Torres: Talk about unusual behavior. The Borg negotiating?
Janeway: What technology?
Borg: Your navigational deflector. Disengage it from your secondary hull.
Janeway: Mute audio.
Tuvok: If we surrender our deflector, we'll be dead in space. We won't be able to go to warp.
Janeway: What would they want with it?
Seven: When their communications array was damaged, it severed their link to the Collective. They intend to adapt our deflector to regain it.
Janeway: And call for reinforcements? That's the last thing we need. We'll have to stall them until we can find another way out of this.
Janeway: I'll consider the exchange, but first I want to be certain my crewmen are unharmed and alive.
Borg: You have scanned our vessel.
Janeway: Our scans were inconclusive. We want to see them for ourselves.
Borg: You may transport one individual.
Janeway: Seven.
Borg: Proceed to grid six three, sub-junction zero one.
Borg: State your designation.
Seven: Seven of Nine. These drones have not fully matured. Where are the others?
Borg: There are no others. The drones aboard this vessel were
Leader: Deactivated. We are the Borg. Seven of Nine. A Borg designation.
Mezoti: She's like us.
Icheb: Not like us. She's damaged. Her infrastructure has been removed.
Mezoti: We could fix her.
Icheb: You will add to our perfection.
Seven: You are neonatal drones. You should still be in maturation chambers.
Leader: We've matured long enough.
Seven: Doubtful. Your thoracic nodes haven't formed yet. You're incomplete. You'll continue to malfunction. You must return to your maturation chambers. Comply.
Leader: Don't listen to her.
Icheb: We tried to go back in. The chambers were offline.
Seven: What happened to the adult drones?
Azan: We don't know.
Leader: Irrelevant. Don't tell her anything. SEVEN; This vessel has been severely damaged. You won't be able to repair it alone. I can help you, but first you must release the hostages.
Leader: That wasn't the agreement.
Seven: I've modified the agreement. I didn't realize I'd be dealing with children. Your behavior is erratic. I can't be certain that you
Leader: No modifications. We show you the hostages, you give us the deflector. Comply. Comply!
Seven: Take me to them.
Leader: If she tries to resist, assimilate her.
Seven: Do you have a designation?
Icheb: Second.
Seven: You were the second to emerge from the chambers.
Icheb: No, the first. I could not establish order. I became Second and he became First. SEVEN; So you've established a chain of command, a hierarchy.
Mezoti: We're a Collective.
Seven: A collective of five on a vessel normally run by five thousand. What makes you think you'll survive?
Icheb: When we re-establish our link with the Borg, they will come for us.
Paris: Commander, we've got company.
Seven: I wish to see if they're injured.
Chakotay: Seven?
Seven: Don't let their appearance fool you. They are in control of this vessel and all of its armaments. Are you injured?
Chakotay: Nothing serious. A previous tenant.
Icheb: We were trying to perfect our assimilation techniques.
Seven: You failed.
Mezoti: One of these captives was attempting to disconnect the security field.
Paris: Actually, I was just trying to
Seven: That was unnecessary.
Icheb: He is not permanently damaged.
Mezoti: He learnt his lesson.
Seven: The Borg are prepared to negotiate for your release. I will return for you.
Chakotay: Give my regards to Harry.
Icheb: The deflector array.
Seven: I'm not authorized to give you technology. I must report back to Captain Janeway.
Icheb: Agreed.
Seven: I also need to take an adult drone and a data node back to Voyager for analysis.
Mezoti: Why?
Seven: Something happened on this vessel that none of us understand. If it happens again, it could endanger all of you.
Janeway: No sign of Harry yet, but there are parts of the cube that we still can't scan.
Tuvok: Could the drones be holding him in another location?
Janeway: Unlikely. Seven said they didn't seem to be aware of his presence.
Tuvok: If he ejected in an escape pod, we would have detected his beacon by now.
Janeway: Try to activate his comm. badge. Match the carrier wave to a Borg interlink frequency. They shouldn't detect it.
Tuvok: Aye, Captain.
Janeway: What have we learned from our friend here?
Emh: The bigger they come, the harder they fall. Behold the David that slew our Goliath.
Janeway: A pathogen.
Emh: A space-borne virus that adapted to Borg physiology. It's inert now, but in its virulent state it attacked the drones and killed them.
Tuvok: Why weren't the juveniles infected?
Seven: The maturation chamber is designed to protect developing drones. Malfunctions caused by the deaths of the adults led several of the chambers to open prematurely.
Tuvok: Does this pathogen only target the Borg?
Emh: The Borg, and other cybernetic organisms it encounters. You're not thinking of using it as a biological weapon?
Tuvok: If we can revive the pathogen and reintroduce it, we could neutralize the drones without harming the away team.
Emh: Neutralize? You mean murder, don't you? Captain, they're children.
Tuvok: Need I remind you that these children have committed murder themselves in their futile attempts to assimilate others.
Janeway: Seven, tell me something. You saw them, talked to them. Do you think they'll kill the hostages if we don't give them what they want?
Seven: Yes.
Janeway: I want that pathogen as an option, Doctor, but I won't consider using it until I've seen these drones for myself. Think you can arrange that? Then you're with me.
Kim: Computer, identify the source of this comm. signal.
Computer: Starship Voyager.
Kim: I need to respond on the same carrier wave.
Computer: That procedure will require significant modifications.
Kim: Well, don't worry. I'm way ahead of you.
Leader: Why are you here?
Janeway: I wanted to make a new proposal.
Leader: We've already negotiated. You've seen the hostages. Now give us the deflector as agreed.
Janeway: Maybe it's hard for you to accept, but you don't have to rejoin the Hive. Our Doctor can remove your implants. You can come with us. You were individuals yourselves not long ago. Children with families. You were abducted and assimilated. I recognize your species. You're Brenari, and you're Norcadian. Do you remember your world?
Mezoti: A theta class planetoid. population two and sixty million. Binary suns.
Janeway: And what did it look like when those suns set each night? Can you remember that?
Leader: Irrelevant! The deflector, now.
Janeway: We need more time. That deflector array is essential to our
Leader: No! Give it to us.
Janeway: Or what? You'll assimilate me? That won't solve your problem. I can't give you Voyager's deflector, but maybe we can repair your technology.
Leader: Clarify.
Janeway: Seven knows a good deal about Borg systems.
Leader: You have two hours.
Seven: I don't know the extent of the damage. It could take longer.
Leader: Two hours or your hostages die. Don't come back here, Captain.
Janeway: I bought us another two hours. The pathogen?
Tuvok: It should be ready by then.
Torres: Did you see the away team?
Janeway: I'm afraid not, but Seven assured me our people haven't been harmed.
Torres: I can't believe we're negotiating with adolescent drones.
Janeway: They're not exactly drones. Mature Borg are predictable. They'll ignore you or assimilate you. But these juveniles, they're unstable.
Tuvok: They are contemptuous of authority, convinced that they are superior. Typical adolescent behavior for any species.
Torres: It's a transmission, from the Cube.
Janeway: Seven?
Torres: No. It's Harry. I'm clearing it up now.
Kim: Delta Flyer to Voyager, respond.
Janeway: We're receiving you, Ensign. Where are you?
Kim: Still in the Flyer. It's locked up in some kind of hanger bay, along with two alien ships.
Tuvok: I've isolated his coordinates.
Janeway: How close is he to their shield generator?
Tuvok: Roughly eight hundred meters.
Janeway: Harry, are there any plasma charges aboard the Flyer?
Kim: Yes, ma'am.
Janeway: In that case, how do you feel about going for a little walk?
Kim: I could use the exercise.
Janeway: Tuvok will guide you to the shield generator. If you destroy it, you won't have to make the trip back.
Kim: Understood.
Icheb: I have the technology you've requested.
Seven: Thank you.
Icheb: You were a drone for eighteen years.
Seven: Correct.
Icheb: I accessed your data file.
Seven: Why?
Icheb: I thought it might be relevant.
Seven: What else did you learn?
Icheb: You were assimilated as a juvenile, like us.
Seven: My parents were scientists studying the Borg. They took me with them. My childhood was short.
Icheb: Childhood?
Seven: The years between birth and physical maturity, when humanoids adapt to their roles as individuals. Perhaps you have memory of yours.
Icheb: I don't know.
Seven: What about your parents? Do you remember them?
Icheb: No. No memories.
Seven: Your sub-vocal processor is malfunctioning. I can repair it for you. It's a slight adjustment. It won't be painful.
Icheb: The First told me my malfunction could not be repaired until we reconnected with the Collective.
Icheb: This color. My mother's hair was this color.
Leader: I thought we agreed, no irrelevant discussions. What is the punishment for disobeying the protocols?
Icheb: Deactivation.
Seven: I engaged him in this discussion.
Leader: Return to your station.
Seven: I found some unsettling information. I examined their communication records. The Collective did receive the drones' initial distress call.
Janeway: How long before they arrive?
Seven: A vessel was not dispatched. The Collective declared the neonatal drones irrelevant and severed their link to the Hive permanently.
Janeway: They see them as damaged, unworthy of re-assimilation.
Seven: Precisely.
Janeway: Are the drones aware of this?
Seven: No. They don't have the ability to decrypt the message.
Janeway: Once they learn they've been rejected by the Hive, they won't need our deflector. They might be willing to release the hostages.
Seven: Normally when drones learn they're irrelevant, they deactivate themselves. But these neonatal drones are unpredictable. They may not adhere to Borg protocols.
Janeway: There is another option. We could invite them to Voyager. When they realize they have no place else to go
Seven: If you're suggesting transforming them into individuals, that would be extremely difficult.
Janeway: You turned out pretty well, Seven.
Seven: That's because I was prepared before you encountered me.
Janeway: What do you mean?
Seven: When I was first captured by the Borg, I was young and frightened. I watched my parents assimilated. Then I was placed in a maturation chamber, and the Hive mind began to restructure my synaptic pathways, purge my individuality. When I emerged five years later, the turmoil of my forced assimilation had been replaced with order. You may not be aware of this, Captain, but that order continues to be a source of strength for me. I could not have regained my humanity without it.
Janeway: I appreciate your insights. But just because they didn't have the benefit of your Borg upbringing doesn't mean we're going to turn our backs on them. There has to be another way.
Seven: Not all drones can be saved, Captain.
Janeway: Continue the repairs aboard the Borg Cube. We'll hold onto this information for now.
Seven: Yes, Captain.
Janeway: They do have one thing going for them. You. If there's anyone who can reach them, it's you.
Kim: Three of hearts on a transwarp conduit.
Tuvok: Ensign?
Kim: King of clubs on a power coupling. I'm marking my route with playing cards in case I have to come back the same way.
Tuvok: You shouldn't distract yourself, Mister Kim.
Kim: I need a little distraction. This hike is bringing up some bad memories.
Tuvok: An earlier visit to a Borg Cube?
Kim: No, a haunted house my parents took me to when I was six.
Tuvok: Borg vessels may be forbidding, but they are not haunted.
Kim: Tuvok?
Tuvok: Turn left, Ensign.
Kim: Nine of diamonds on a data node.
Seven: The resonance field collapsed. It'll take an hour to reinitialize.
Leader: These delays are intentional.
Seven: I'm working as efficiently as I can. Examine my work for yourself if you have doubts.
Leader: This data's flawed.
Seven: More likely it's your understanding of quadric field theory that's flawed.
Leader: Ignore her. She's trying to divide us.
Seven: They rely on you, yet you lack the skills necessary to ensure their survival.
Leader: We've managed so far. We're Borg. You've forgotten what that means.
Seven: The unity of the Collective, common goals, the quest for perfection. I have not forgotten. But you don't need to remain drones to experience those things. Come back with me to Voyager.
Leader: Thirty eight minutes. You're wasting time.
Icheb: Another maturation chamber is malfunctioning.
Seven: Its autonomic nervous system is failing.
Leader: It's Borg. It will adapt.
Mezoti: It's not adapting. Let Seven help.
Seven: We can modulate the stasis field to stabilize its functions, at least temporarily. Assist me. The field is degrading. We need to transport it into an incubation pod. Quickly.
Mezoti: Why is it doing that?
Seven: Its respiratory system is impaired, and this incubation pod is malfunctioning. We must transport this infant to Voyager.
Leader: No. The drone is part of our Collective.
Icheb: Not if it dies.
Kim: Tetryon levels are rising. I'm getting closer.
Tuvok: The shield generator should be directly ahead.
Kim: I see it. The first charge is in place. Tuvok? Hello?
Mezoti: You left these.
Mezoti: I like her. She looks like Seven of Nine.
Kim: Is Seven your friend? You know, she's my friend, too. Maybe someday, we
Mezoti: Your weapon won't work here. Dampening field.
Janeway: How long has it been since you lost contact?
Tuvok: Four or five minutes.
Janeway: His bio-signs?
Emh: Doctor to the Captain. Please report to Sickbay immediately.
Janeway: On my way. Keep looking for him.
Janeway: What's the emergency?
Emh: I thought you should see for yourself. Somebody left a bundle on our doorstep. I turned around and there she was, lying on a bio-bed.
Janeway: Seven must have beamed her here.
Emh: Good thing, too. A few more minutes and I wouldn't have been able to do anything for her. It's hard to believe she could grow up to be a drone.
Emh: Hold her for a moment while I take some readings. Oh, I guess she just wanted to be held. Oh. The pathogen. I finished synthesizing it.
Janeway: Start working with Tuvok on a way to deploy the virus.
Emh: Captain, you don't seriously plan to use it?
Janeway: If I have to. Let's just hope your brothers and sisters don't force my hand.
Seven: You complain of delays then you interrupt my work.
Leader: Can you identify this?
Seven: It's a plasma charge.
Leader: You tried to deceive us.
Leader: Nanoprobes were injected into his bloodstream. He won't survive without medical attention. Call your Captain. Tell her to give us the deflector.
Seven: That won't be necessary. I only need a few more minutes to repair the
Leader: No more delays. No more deceptions. The deflector. Resistance is futile.
Leader: Comply.
Janeway: Return Harry Kim, then we'll talk.
Leader: We've talked enough. Your requests are irrelevant. Comply or we'll assimilate the others.
Janeway: It'll take us at least an hour to dismantle the deflector and transfer the components.
Leader: Now.
Janeway: I can't give it to you now. It's complex technology that's part of our ship. We can't simply remove it. And no amount of threats from you is going to change that.
Tuvok: They've locked a tractor beam onto the deflector.
Torres: They're trying to tear it off. Hull stress is increasing. Breaches on decks ten and eleven.
Janeway: Increase shield strength and randomize the harmonics.
Tuvok: They're adapting.
Seven: Even with Voyager's deflector, your efforts to return to the Hive will fail.
Leader: They'll come for us.
Seven: No, they won't. The Borg received your message but chose to ignore it. They consider you irrelevant.
Mezoti: Irrelevant?
Icheb: We are damaged. They don't want us.
Leader: Ignore her. It's another lie.
Seven: Their reply is in data grid four two six. Use decryption protocol theta three.
Leader: Return to your station. It's another deception. She's manipulating us.
Icheb: The transmission is authentic.
Leader: It's a mistake.
Seven: The Collective does not tolerate imperfection.
Leader: Then we'll assimilate more species. Prove we're worthy.
Torres: Hull stress is reaching critical levels.
Janeway: Reroute all emergency power to structural integrity.
Torres: That'll buy us another minute at most.
Tuvok: Captain, I have found a fluctuation in their shield grid near a plasma duct. It's too intermittent to beam out the hostages, but we could use it to deploy the pathogen. Captain.
Janeway: Not yet.
Tuvok: There is no alternative.
Janeway: There's always an alternative. We just need to find it. Their tractor beam draws power from the same grid as their shield matrix. If we use the deflector to send a feedback pulse along the beam, it could disrupt their shields. Do it.
Torres: Rerouting warp plasma. If this doesn't work it'll do more damage to us than the Cube.
Janeway: It'll work. Prepare to fire.
Seven: You have no future with the Borg. But you do with Voyager. A chance to reclaim your real lives.
Leader: What do you know about real lives?
Seven: Does he speak for all of you? You should make your decisions yourself, as individuals.
Icheb: They are sending a feedback pulse through our tractor beam. It's overloading our shield matrix.
Leader: Adapt!
Tuvok: Their tractor beam is fluctuating. Their shields are dropping.
Torres: I've got a partial lock on the away team. Boosting the confinement beam. I've got three of them.
Tuvok: Confirmed. Chakotay, Paris and Neelix are in Transporter room two.
Janeway: What about Seven and Harry?
Torres: They must be in a section that's still shielded.
Janeway: Amplify the feedback pulse.
Mezoti: The other captives are gone.
Icheb: The shields around this chamber are failing. Instructions.
Seven: Lower your shields. Lower the shields!
Leader: No!
Icheb: Leave her alone.
Leader: Get back to your station. Do what I say.
Icheb: What you say? I thought we were a Collective.
Mezoti: One mind, one voice.
Leader: I protected you. Gave you order.
Icheb: Your order. Your rules.
Leader: Their feedback pulse is overloading the induction grids.
Seven: This vessel will be destroyed. We must evacuate.
Leader: No! Assist me.
Seven: You're damaged. Lie still.
Leader: We have to resist. The Collective will come for us.
Seven: His cortical implants are depolarizing. I can't help him.
Mezoti: We'll find a new home. You'll see.
Leader: We are Borg.
Seven: Yes. We are Borg.
Seven: Lower the shields.
Janeway: Captain's log, supplemental. Harry's recovering in Sickbay, and the rest of the away team is safe and sound. As for the drones, the Doctor's removed most of their implants, leaving us with four very troubled children.
Janeway: We've sent out calls to any Brenari and Norcadian ships that might be in the vicinity, but we haven't gotten any responses so far, and we're still trying to figure out where the other two came from. It may take a while.
Seven: They could use the time. They have a great deal to learn.
Janeway: It might help if they had someone around who knew what they're up against.
Seven: I've never been responsible for children. Mister Neelix would be a wiser choice.
Janeway: From what I've seen, you're the one they've established a bond with. They'll be looking to you for guidance.
Seven: Perhaps I could help them avoid some of the obstacles I've encountered.
Mezoti: Do we have to regenerate now?
Seven: Yes, but first.
Seven: I was able to salvage your assimilation profiles. They include your names and some limited biographical data.
Icheb: Icheb. My name was Icheb.
Seven: Your name is Icheb.
Icheb: I remember now. It was my father's second name.
Mezoti: My designation is Mezoti. It's a pretty name.
Seven: Yes it is, and it's all yours. Azan and Rebi. I'll tell you more about them tomorrow.
Seven: Computer. Decrease ambient lighting by sixty percent. Good night. Sweet dreams.


Paris: Get out of the way! Sorry.
Seamus: Tommy-me-boy, you're a little fast there.
Seamus: Did you hurt yourself, Tommy boy?
Paris: I think I zigged when I should have zagged.
Seamus: Well, maybe you ought to stick to a horse and carriage. Still, she's a beauty. The world must be treating you well to afford such a thing.
Paris: Er, just dipping into my inheritance.
Seamus: Oh, come into some money, did you? So who's passed on?
Paris: Er, my grandfather on my mother's side. An aristocrat, God rest his soul.
Seamus: Sounds like he was a fine man. I'd drink a toast to him, if I had a shilling to me name.
Paris: Here. It's on me.
Seamus: It'll take three pints to do a proper job, Tommy boy, and this isn't even enough for two.
Paris: There, that's all I've got.
Seamus: You're a generous man. Care to join me at Sullivan's?
Paris: Oh, I wish I could, but I'm on my way to Castle O'Dell.
Seamus: Night's coming. And they say when the sun goes down the Queen of the Faerie folk reclaims the castle.
Paris: I'll give her your regards.
Seamus: Don't say I didn't warn you.
Paris: Computer, replace damaged tire.
Seamus: Saints preserve us.
Seamus: I thought I would die from the shock of it.
Michael: Now, Seamus, you're not a great one for telling things the way they were.
Seamus: I'll admit I've been known to add a little color to stories from time to time to liven things up. But with God as my witness, I saw Tom Paris using unnatural powers to fix that wheel of his.
Michael: Tommy boy practicing unholy magic. Next thing you'll be telling me is, you want to pay for your own drinks.
Seamus: Make fun if you like, but he was heading up to Castle O'Dell only an hour before dark.
Fitzgerald: Oh, leave it alone, Seamus. Can't one day go by without you making an ass of yourself?
Milo: But that Tom Paris is an odd one. Coming and going through town as if he built the place.
Seamus: That's right. And where does he go?
Milo: Oh, he's a shifty one. And for that matter, so are his friends.
Michael: If you're talking about Katie O'Clare, you'd better watch your mouth.
Milo: Well, you know what they say, Sullivan. Birds of a feather.
Michael: They also say superstition is the religion of fools.
Seamus: Killmannin, 1846.
Villager: What?
Seamus: Old Patsy down in County Meath spoke of a band of spirit folk who came to Killmannin in '46.
Michael: Killmannin. Did you ever hear of it, Doc?
Fitzgerald: No, this is the first.
Milo: Ah, you won't find it on any map. Not any more.
Seamus: It was a town mot much different than Fair Haven. That is, until this group of strangers arrived. The townsfolk welcomed them with open arms. After all, a stranger is just a friend you haven't met yet. But they regretted their hospitality soon enough.
Milo: The cows stopped giving milk. The potatoes grew rotten in the ground.
Seamus: Then people started to go missing.
Fitzgerald: Oh, go on.
Seamus: It's true.
Michael: What happened to them?
Milo: They were taken to the Other World.
Seamus: When winter came, and the nights grew longer, the entire town vanished. Every post, every nail, poof, into thin air, never to be seen again.
Fitzgerald: Are you suggesting that Fair Haven's going to go the way of Killmannin, just because we have a few new folks in town?
Seamus: I'm suggesting you keep an eye on Tom Paris and his cohorts. Not to mention that lady friend of yours.
Michael: So Katie's some kind of goblin now, is that it?
Seamus: She's certainly cast a spell on you.
Milo: Well, if you ask me
Man: Shush.
Michael: Katie.
Janeway: Am I interrupting?
Michael: Aw, just some nonsense. Seamus is up to his old tricks again.
Maggie: Good day to you, Katie.
Michael: Oh, it's good to see you. What'll it be?
Janeway: The usual, please.
Michael: Well, one cup of tea coming right up. Did you snatch any children on the way into town, Katie?
Janeway: What?
Michael: Never mind. I missed your smile. What have you been doing with yourself?
Janeway: Nothing terribly exciting. Just helping my aunt and uncle out on the farm. They're not as spry as they used to be. Although, they've got a goat that could argue Mossie Donegan's talking pig under the table.
Michael: You'll have to bring him into the bar the next time you're up. We'll arrange a debate.
Janeway: I'll see that I do. I hear they opened a nickelodeon in Dooleen. I thought it might be nice to go to a show.
Michael: I've got to tend the bar. I wish you'd let me know you were coming, I would have made arrangements.
Janeway: That's all right. We can go some other time.
Michael: No, I mean, you've already made the trip. It'd be a shame if you had to leave.
Janeway: Well, I could be convinced to stay, if you'd be up to a game of Rings. Let's go.
Kim: Computer, one dozen Broadway lilies.
Paris: Something tells me that's not lunch.
Kim: I already ate.
Paris: Ah. Who are they for?
Kim: A friend.
Paris: Oh, and this friend wouldn't happen to be a lovely Irish lass, now, would she?
Kim: Aren't you due on the bridge?
Paris: Ah, you'd better watch yourself, Harry. These country girls aren't as simple as you think. Maggie O'Halloran could be a little more than you can handle.
Kim: Heard about your little traffic accident.
Paris: That was a clutch malfunction. It wasn't my fault.
Torres: If you ask me, that whole program is an accident waiting to happen. You've been running Fair Haven around the clock. Just yesterday, I had to replace three holo-emitters.
Paris: I ran a full diagnostic this morning. Everything is fine.
Torres: Whatever you say. But, when your quaint little seaside town starts to depolarize, don't come running to me.
Kim: If you'll excuse me, I'm late for a moonlight stroll.
Paris: Are you sure you don't need a chaperone?
Kim: Not with your driving record.
Paris: I think I know just what'll make his date just a little more interesting.
Torres: Just don't blow out any more holo-emitters.
Milo: What are we doing out here, Seamus? Skulking about in the dark, spying on folks.
Seamus: What's the matter, Milo? You got a case of the willies?
Milo: Well, what if you're right? What if this Tom Paris is some kind of demon? If we're caught, he'll cast a spell on us.
Seamus: Then stop your squawking, or he'll catch us for sure. Come on, man. He's getting away.
Kim: A captain is only as good as his crew.
Maggie: It must be lonely out there on the sea with only the stars to guide you.
Kim: Sometimes, during the night watch, with the timbers creaking and the dark water stretching out as far as the eye can see, you can believe you're the only man in the world.
Maggie: Maybe you should think about settling down on dry land.
Kim: Oh, believe me, I do. As often as I think of you.
Maggie: Can I ask you something, Harry?
Kim: Of course.
Maggie: Would you like to hold my hand?
Kim: If you promise to hold mine back.
Seamus: Look. He's got some sort of contraption in his hand.
Milo: Maybe we're going about this the wrong way. We should go down to Saint Mary's and tell Father Mulligan the whole story.
Seamus: He's not going to listen to talk of the supernatural.
Milo: Och, if you fill his collection box, he'll listen to anything.
Seamus: That's true.
Kim: I thought you were promised to Ray Euan.
Maggie: Not anymore. Can I ask you something else, Harry?
Kim: Please.
Maggie: Would you like to kiss me?
Kim: Is that a trick question?
Milo: Holy mother of God!
Kim: Tom! Don't you have anything better to do?
Paris: Boy, she really turned on you.
Kim: Ha, ha, very funny. I could have been trampled.
Paris: Relax, the holodeck safeties are on. There's nothing to worry about.
Kim: All right, all right. You've had your fun. Now change her back.
Chakotay: Chakotay to Paris and Kim. Report to the bridge.
Paris: On our way.
Kim: Hey, what about Maggie?
Paris: She'll be fine. Let her graze.
Seamus: Let her graze. Did you hear that?
All: Amen.
Emh: Please be seated. I recently heard a tale of two farmers, who shall remain nameless for the sake of this sermon. It seems one broke the other's plow and refused to replace it. His come-uppance was served to him not by the hand of God, but by the other farmer, in the form of a clogged irrigation ditch. Now, do you think their disagreement stopped there? Of course not. They go on, just as the heathen did of old. After all, one spiteful act deserves another, right? Wrong! What these sinners have forgotten is that they are neighbors.
Grace: He's in love with the sound of his own voice.
Emh: Whether we are man or woman, parent or child, flesh and blood, or photons and force fields. It has been said.
Grace: On the other hand, perhaps he's been nipping at the sacramental wine.
Emh: And as such, our community is everything. It is our world, and we are a part of it, just as a branch is part of a tree. Do you see branches tearing leaves off one another? No! Do you see roots hoarding water from the trunk? No! Do you see
Milo: Easy, Maggie. Whoa. Easy now.
Seamus: Father.
Emh: Did you make a wrong turn on your way to the milking shed?
Seamus: Weren't nothing like that at all, Father. Something terrible's happened.
Emh: What now?
Milo: This was Maggie O'Halloran. The spirits have turned her into a cow.
Grace: Maggie O'Halloran's been eaten by a cow?.
Emh: Did you see these spirits?
Seamus: That we did. Tom Paris, and Harry Kim.
Emh: I hate to disappoint you, but it sounds as though you've been the victim of a practical joke. Tom Paris is a known prankster.
Milo: Oh, it was unholy magic, I tell you. We saw it with our own eyes.
Emh: When did this alleged transformation take place?
Seamus: Last night.
Emh: Well then, that settles it. This couldn't possibly be Maggie O'Halloran. I saw Maggie this morning on my way into church. She was at her cart tending her flowers. She's probably there now. Well, I, I think that's enough excitement for one morning. This mass is over. Go in peace. Er, leave the cow.
Milo: Oh, all right, Father. Excuse us, Maggie.
Seamus: Take care, Maggie.
Seamus: Maggie!
Maggie: Well, good morning, boys.
Seamus: Is everything all right? You're looking a little out of sorts this morning.
Maggie: Yes. Well, I must admit I'm not quite myself today.
Seamus: Oh?
Maggie: Well, this is going to sound very odd but I feel like I just woke up from the strangest dream, and I don't remember going to sleep.
Milo: You're right, that does sound odd.
Seamus: Do you remember anything about last night?
Maggie: Well, I was out with Harry Kim. He chatted me up at the Ox and Lamb, and we were off on a walk before I knew it.
Milo: What did you do on your walk?
Maggie: We talked. What kind of a girl do you think I am?
Seamus: Now, Maggie, we weren't implying anything.
Milo: No.
Seamus: Do you recall anything else about the evening?
Milo: Er, did anything out of the ordinary happen? Anything at all?
Maggie: I don't remember.
Seamus: Well, tell us about the dream, then.
Maggie: Oh, it was most unpleasant. I was walking around town with nothing but a bell around my neck. Well, somehow I wound up in church. Everyone was staring at me. You were there, Seamus, and you too, Milo. The next thing I knew, I was tending my flowers just as you boys walked up.
Seamus: Well, that's quite a story, Maggie.
Milo: Can we get a quick one?
Seamus: Maybe just a wee taste.
Milo: So, I said to young Harry, I'm not one for rainy days and gray skies. As soon as the words were out of my mouth, he called up the spirits to do his bidding. A second later, there wasn't a cloud in the sky.
Edith: I was up near Ballahick Farm with little Mary. She was playing near the well. Somehow, she lost her footing and fell in. I was so frightened I didn't know what to do. So I ran to the Colbys to get some help. But when we returned, there was Mary in the meadow talking with Katie O'Clare. There wasn't a scratch on her. Katie said I must've been mistaken when I saw her fall. There was no mistake.
Grace: I saw something strange, too. Well, I hesitated to say anything for fear you'd think me mad. But after listening to your stories today I feel you've a right to know.
Milo: Well? Speak up.
Grace: Last Sunday, after his sermon, I saw Father Mulligan vanish into thin air.
Milo: He's one of them, right enough. Father Mulligan, Tommy boy, Katie and the rest. They're spirit folk!
Maggie: Well, what about that Neelix fellow who runs the Ox and Lamb? Well, if he doesn't look like a leprechaun I don't know who does.
Seamus: They're all probably up at Castle O'Dell, conspiring against us.
Michael: Now, that's enough! I can't deny there's been some unusual goings on, but what are you proposing? That we run Katie and her friends out of town? Or maybe we should line them up in front of a firing squad. Is that what you want? These people have been our neighbors. We've become friends. Let's not forget that.
Seamus: Well, we can't just sit here and do nothing while they take over Fair Haven.
Michael: I'm not saying we do nothing, but let's go about this like civilized people.
Milo: What do you suggest, we sit them down and discuss it over tea?
Michael: You're looking lovelier than ever, Katie.
Janeway: Thank you.
Michael: Open it.
Janeway: The Faerie Queene by Edmund Spenser. Thank you, Michael.
Michael: It's the longest poem in the English language, and the first to use a nine line stanza.
Janeway: I'll start reading it tonight. I love epic poetry.
Michael: Really? I didn't know that. It seems as if there's a lot of things I don't know about you. I thought you'd want to know there's been some talk about you and your friends. Strange things have been happening around town. Folk are saying you're to blame.
Janeway: What kind of strange things?
Michael: People using unholy magic. Vanishing into thin air. Changing the weather.
Janeway: By any chance would all this have anything to do with your reading suggestion?
Michael: As a matter of fact.
Janeway: Don't tell me. They say I'm the Faerie Queene.
Michael: Frankly, they could tell me you're the devil himself and I wouldn't care.
Janeway: I'll try not to take that personally.
Michael: The sad truth of the matter is, I don't know who you are.
Janeway: What do you mean?
Michael: You've been lying to me, Katie. I've been doing some checking with friends of mine in County Clare. Seems nobody's heard of you there.
Janeway: It's a big county.
Michael: And I've got a lot of friends. You've been evasive from the day we met. I was a fool not to see it. Where do you go when you leave here? There've been times I wanted to talk to you, tell you about my day, about a book I'd read, just to say hello. But I can't, because I don't know where to find you. What're you hiding, Katie?
Janeway: I'll admit I have misled you about some things, but never about anything important. And I wasn't lying when I said I care about you.
Michael: I wish I could believe that.
Janeway: You can. I didn't want to deceive you, but under the circumstances I had no choice.
Michael: What circumstances?
Janeway: Michael, there are things about me you may not be able to understand.
Michael: Try me. Who are you, Katie? Where are you really from? The truth.
Janeway: Computer, end program.
Janeway: How did he know? Those are questions no holodeck character should be asking. What exactly did you do to that program?
Paris: Well, I, I just added a few bells and whistles to make the characters more realistic. Nothing too fancy.
Janeway: Well, something's gone wrong. The people of Fair Haven aren't simple country folk anymore.
Janeway: Report.
Torres: It looks like we've worn out our welcome.
Paris: It's the first time we've tried running a holodeck program non-stop. We're lucky it lasted this long.
Torres: There are damaged subroutines in all of the character files.
Paris: So much for my open door policy.
Janeway: Shut it down. And repair the damaged systems.
Kim: As I recall, everything was fine until someone started turning people into cows.
Paris: Computer, display Fair Haven character Michael Sullivan.
Kim: Tom.
Michael: Where am I? Where's Katie?
Paris: He shouldn't be aware that he's in the lab.
Kim: I've isolated the damaged subroutines.
Michael: I said, where the hell am I?
Paris: It's all right, Michael. Take it easy.
Michael: What is this place?
Paris: Try to relax.
Michael: If someone doesn't tell me where I am, I'm going to start busting heads.
Kim: His perceptual filters are malfunctioning.
Michael: What're you saying? What's a perceptual filter?
Paris: It's, it's okay. We're trying to help you.
Kim: There. Look at these. Those are the algorithms designed to keep him oblivious to anything outside the program's parameters.
Paris: They're offline .
Kim: Give me a minute. That should do it.
Paris: How are you feeling, Michael?
Michael: Never better. Harry, Liam's been looking for you. You're the only man in four counties to beat him at arm wrestling. He wants a rematch.
Kim: Tell him he's got one.
Michael: I'll do that.
Paris: Ha. Well, that was easy enough.
Kim: Yeah. Unfortunately it looks like all the other characters have the same malfunction.
Paris: Don't tell me we're going to have to go through every one of them?
Kim: If we reactivate the program, use the primary control port in Sullivan's pub, we could reset all the perceptual filters with a single command sequence.
Paris: I guess we'll be seeing you later.
Michael: Looking forward to it.
Paris: Computer, resume Fair Haven program in Holodeck one, and transfer Michael Sullivan back to his bar.
Michael: Danny. Danny.
Danny: Yes?
Michael: Come here. Fetch Doc Fitzgerald. Tell him to meet me in the church. Go on. Hurry, lad!
Paris: We thought we'd reset his perceptual filters until we took a closer look at his subroutines. Turns out he was just playing along.
Janeway: Never underestimate an Irish hologram.
Kim: We'll have to reprogram Michael when we do the others.
Janeway: Let's just hope he didn't share the experience with too many others.
Kim: Got it. These resequenced algorithms should do the trick.
Janeway: Good luck.
Janeway: What the hell was I thinking?
Chakotay: A minor malfunction.
Janeway: Well, that's the problem. I've got a boyfriend who malfunctions.
Chakotay: Tom and Harry'll fix him.
Janeway: And if they can't?
Chakotay: One piece of advice you've always given me. Tell the truth.
Janeway: Hate to break the news to you, Michael, but I'm a starship captain and you're a three hundred deciwatt holodeck program. I couldn't do it.
Chakotay: In that case, you'll have to get creative.
Michael: I'm not a superstitious man, Doc, but I've been seeing things I can't explain.
Fitzgerald: You're not the only one. At first I thought we had an epidemic on our hands, but this is no fever.
Michael: No, it's not. Last night I was talking to Katie, and the next thing I knew I was being spirited away to God knows where.
Fitzgerald: They took you? Where?
Michael: Maybe it was the Other World. I don't know. Tom Paris was there. Young Harry, too.
Fitzgerald: What did they want with you?
Michael: I'm not sure. They were talking about me like I wasn't there. Saying things about Fair Haven. That we knew too much about them.
Fitzgerald: Oh, Lord.
Michael: And that's not all. They were saying something about coming to the pub tonight to change the town somehow.
Fitzgerald: What does that mean?
Michael: I'm damned if I know.
Fitzgerald: How did you get away?
Michael: With all the talk about us knowing too much about them, I figured that if I pretended nothing was out of the ordinary, they might let me go. And sure enough, that's exactly what they did.
Fitzgerald: I wonder if this is how things started in Killmannin back in '46.
Michael: I'm not sure what they have in mind, but we'd better be prepared.
Kim: We're in luck. Nobody's home.
Seamus: If we're going to fight them, we've got to use the right ammunition! Biddy Ramsey gave me this before she passed on. She knew a thing or two about faerie magic and how to fight it. Everything she learned, she learned from this book.
Michael: I doubt if it says anything about using rifles.
Milo: You'd be surprised how many things a bullet will stop.
Michael: I don't like this one bit. Guns, Seamus.
Fitzgerald: Under normal circumstances, I'd agree with you, Michael, but these aren't normal circumstances.
Milo: Maybe you'd still like us to be acting civilized. Where did that get you before? A ticket to the Other World, that's what.
Fitzgerald: We don't know what the spirit folk have in store for us.
Michael: That's just it. We don't know much about anything, do we? And we've got Milo here acting like a holy war has been declared.
Seamus: Relax, Sullivan. The rifles are only a last resort. Besides, we've got incantations, which are more lethal to spirit folk than any weapons forged by man. That's how we're going to force them back into their realm. And we've got red twine to stop them from changing shape.
Milo: And don't forget about the ash berries.
Seamus: Ash berries, right. That's how you keep them from using their powers against you. They've been walking amongst us for weeks now, pretending to be our friends, lying to us, making mischief. What's next?
Milo: Yes, what is next, Seamus?
Seamus: I for one am not going to stand by and let them run roughshod over our town.
All: No!
Seamus: We can't rest until we've driven every one of them out.
Grace: They're here! Tom Paris and Harry Kim. They're in Sullivan's right now.
Seamus: Who's with me?
Paris: Seamus, let us explain. You're making a mistake.
Milo: The only mistake we made was letting you into Fair Haven. What's that?
Seamus: Shoot it!
Paris: No, wait, wait. That's a delicate piece of technology.
Computer: Warning. Holodeck controls and safety protocols are offline.
Milo: A voice from the Other World.
Computer: Emergency overrides are malfunctioning.
Paris: Computer, freeze program!
Computer: Sixty two percent compliance.
Seamus: They're getting away! After them!
Paris: Computer, exit!
Janeway: Gunfire?
Chakotay: Two shots directly at the primary controls. We can't deactivate the program or get the safeties back online.
Janeway: Where are Tom and Harry now?
Torres: Saint Mary's. Looks like some of your parishioners are holding them captive.
Neelix: We can't blame them for being frightened. They must think we're some kind of sorcerers.
Chakotay: Well, we could use a little magic right now, because that's about the only way we're going to get our people back.
Janeway: Transporters?
Chakotay: Too many stray photons. We can't get a lock.
Seven: We should enter the holodeck with a security team and take them by force.
Tuvok: Need I remind you the holo-characters have weapons as well. We'd be risking armed conflict.
Torres: Well, then let's just pull the plug. Cut power to the hologrid.
Neelix: That would purge the program from our database.
Torres: Exactly.
Neelix: But we'd lose Fair Haven and all its people.
Seven: They're not people. They're holograms.
Janeway: And they weren't programmed to be violent. I don't believe they'd harm anyone.
Torres: You can't be certain.
Janeway: Well, I am certain, and I'd like to find a less drastic solution.
Torres: With all due respect, Captain. Michael can be reprogrammed. Tom and Harry can't.
Janeway: One problem at a time, B'Elanna. The people of Fair Haven may not be real, but our feelings toward them are. I won't destroy these relationships if we can find another way. Now, if we could attach transport enhancers onto Tom and Harry, would that be enough to cut through the interference?
Tuvok: I believe so.
Janeway: Good. Then we just need to get someone close to them. Doctor.
Emh: A few words of inspiration should get me within reach.
Seven: I suggest you use your mobile emitter. It'll isolate you from the malfunctions.
Janeway: Good idea. Stand by to cut power to the hologrid in case things get out of hand.
Torres: Aye, Captain.
Janeway: In the meantime, I believe your flock needs tending.
Seamus: Ex labis caelestium sanctorum super ad aures atrorum larvarum mentientium. From the lips of the heavenly saints above, to the ears of the dark and lying spirits, may your spectral forms be cast back to the Other World. Back to the Other World! There must be some trick to these incantations.
Milo: What do you make of this, Seamus?
Kim: We should just tell them the truth.
Paris: Oh, good idea, Harry. Do you want to tell them they're only holograms, or should I?
Seamus: I see you left your box of charms at Sullivan's. I believe this is the talisman you used on Maggie. Maybe we should turn them into cows.
Paris: No, no, there's been a misunderstanding. We are not spirit folk.
Milo: I think we've heard enough of your lies, Tommy boy. I say we tie them up to the lamp post in the square and show them how spirit folk were dealt with in the olden days.
Michael: Leave them alone. It's bad enough you've got them trussed up like Christmas turkeys. There's no need for foolish threats.
Milo: You'd better watch whose side you're on. You're not above suspicion yourself.
Michael: Oh, so we're going to start turning on one another now, is that it?
Milo: We are, if you're choosing them over your own people.
Emh: Sinners! Sinners, all of you. You have the audacity to turn a house of worship into a prison? This is where we gather to pledge our love for our fellow man, not condemnation. You should all be ashamed of yourselves.
Seamus: Quite a rousing sermon, Father, but I'm afraid you're not going to find too many takers tonight.
Milo: Not after your little vanishing act. It seems Grace Declan saw you disappear into thin air on Sunday.
Seamus: Aye, I'd say that sounds a wee bit unholy. You're in league with them, aren't you? Tie him up with the others.
Emh: Listen to yourselves. You're letting confusion and fear get the best of you. Doctor to Janeway.
Seamus: What's this?
Emh: Fire and brimstone don't seem to be working.
Milo: Look here, Seamus. Another talisman.
Seamus: Quick, get it off of him.
Janeway: Beam him out of there.
Tuvok: His program's been disengaged from the mobile emitter.
Seamus: And what were you planning on doing with these?
Kim: Those are the devices that will allow us to leave. You just put them on our coats and we'll be on our way.
Milo: You'd like us to believe that, wouldn't you.
Seamus: Something tells me these are spirit charms. We pin them on you and God knows what powers you'll have.
Michael: This is no charm. It's some kind of a machine.
Milo: It doesn't matter. They won't be telling us the truth about any of it.
Seamus: Oh, they'll tell us the truth, all right. There's more than one way to pluck the wings off a pixie. We'll induce a trance. Give me Biddy Ramsey's spoon. Keep your eyes on the silverware, Father.
Emh: I hope you know this is blasphemous. Oh, this is ridiculous. I can't be hypnotized.
Chakotay: I can't isolate the Doctor's program.
Janeway: He's been integrated into the Fair Haven matrix. He's vulnerable.
Seamus: Tell us the words. How do we banish the spirit folk to the Other World?
Emh: There is no Other World. Only Voyager.
Milo: Voyager?
Emh: Federation starship, Intrepid class, registry number NCC74656.
Michael: You're from some sort of vessel?
Emh: Mmm hmm.
Seamus: He's talking gibberish.
Michael: Maybe he's not. This ship of yours. Is that where you took me?
Seamus: Look here. It says if you can get a spirit to reveal his true name you'll render yourself impervious to his charms.
Milo: What is your true name?
Emh: I haven't decided on one yet.
Michael: Katie's on that ship, isn't she? Tell me where to find her so I can get to the bottom of this.
Paris: I'm sorry, Michael. I can't do that.
Michael: Then I guess I'm asking the wrong person. Tell me how to get to Voyager.
Milo: What are you doing, Sullivan?
Seamus: No man who's gone to the Other World has ever come back.
Michael: I have. How do I get there?
Tuvok: Captain, the mobile emitter has been activated.
Janeway: Lock onto the signal.
Michael: I had a cousin went to America. He saw some strange things, but nothing like this.
Janeway: You're not in America. This is a starship. It's called
Michael: Voyager. I know.
Tuvok: Should I transfer him back to the holodeck?
Janeway: No. My name isn't Katie O'Clare. It's Kathryn Janeway. Captain Kathryn Janeway. It's going to be difficult to explain. Maybe it's best if I just show you.
Michael: You've seen my world. It seems fair that I should have a chance to see yours.
Chakotay: Captain?
Michael: So, this really is a starship. But how can that be possible?
Janeway: Have you ever read The Time Machine, by H. G. Wells?
Michael: Are you telling me you've traveled back through time?
Janeway: In a manner of speaking.
Michael: That's Patrick Gibson and his cousin, Frank. They work on the wharf. They're in my pub every Saturday night for the rings tournament.
Janeway: You'll find a lot of familiar faces on Voyager. We've been visiting your town for months.
Michael: Why?
Janeway: We're explorers.
Michael: I'm not letting you off the hook that easy, Kathryn Janeway. There must be more interesting places to explore than Fair Haven.
Janeway: Can you think of any place you'd rather be?
Michael: I guess that leaves but one question. How long are you planning on staying?
Janeway: Well that depends if we're still welcome.
Michael: My door is always open. But you're the captain of a starship, I'm a barkeep.
Janeway: Just because we're from different worlds doesn't mean we can't care for each other.
Tuvok: Tuvok to Janeway.
Janeway: Go ahead.
Tuvok: The situation has escalated.
Tuvok: The townspeople have started to pile kindling at the base of three lampposts
Tuvok: In the village square.
Janeway: Stand by.
Seamus: Take them outside now.
Milo: Stay back.
Fitzgerald: What are you doing?
Milo: That might not be Michael Sullivan. A demon could have taken his shape.
Michael: It's me, Milo. I've been to the place they call Voyager, and I've brought Katie back with me.
Janeway: I've come in hopes that we can resolve our differences peacefully.
Milo: Peacefully? I'm sure that's what you told the people of Killmannin.
Michael: They had nothing to do with what happened in Killmannin, if it happened at all.
Janeway: We're truly sorry for what's happened here. We never meant to frighten anyone.
Michael: Seamus, you were right about one thing. They are quite different from us, but not in so many ways that we can't be friends.
Janeway: And we're not spirit folk. Some of our technology may seem like magic, but I assure you it's not.
Michael: Katie showed me things that are beyond our comprehension. They have machines that I can't begin to describe, but not once have they used them against us. Quite the opposite, in fact. Milo, you said you didn't like the rain and young Harry Kim made it go away. Edith Mulchaey herself said that Katie O'Clare pulled her daughter from the well and out of harm's way. These are not the deeds of spirits and mischief makers.
Seamus: But they turned Maggie into a cow.
Paris: That'll never happen again, I swear.
Michael: There, you see? We have his word, and if we can't trust a man's word in Fair Haven, what can we trust?
Janeway: If you want, we'll leave and never bother you again. But we'd prefer to find some way to keep our friendship alive.
Emh: Captain?
Michael: I, for one, would like to keep playing rings with Harry and Tom, keep having Neelix's steamed cabbage at the Ox and Lamb, keep taking walks with Katie. Let's not turn our backs on these good people. If we do, we're only punishing ourselves. Just because we're from different worlds doesn't mean we can't care for each other.
Torres: If we're going to retain the program, we can't keep running it around the clock.
Paris: Not until we've repaired these damaged systems.
Torres: Not ever. We've pushed the limits of holotechnology and they pushed back. If we try it again, we're just asking for trouble.
Janeway: I'm afraid we're going to have to close your open door policy.
Paris: Yes, ma'am.
Torres: What about the characters. Should I purge their memories of the last few days?
Janeway: No, leave them.
Emh: They think we're spacemen from the future. It won't exactly be like old times.
Janeway: We learn to accept alien species with new technologies. Let's hope the people of Fair Haven will learn to accept us. But before we shut down the program and begin repairs, what do you say to one more round at Sullivan's? My treat.
Milo: You may be from the moon, Tommy boy, but I've got three shillings that says I can still whip you at rings.
Paris: Oh, you're on.
Maggie: Hello, Harry.
Paris: I'll catch up with you later.
Seamus: Tommy boy! I've been told there's a pot of gold somewhere in Glen Abbey. Would you be able to find it with one of those fancy machines of yours?
Paris: Just follow the rainbow, Seamus.
Seamus: Rainbow, eh?
Kim: I didn't think you'd ever speak to me again.
Maggie: Well, I suppose I can forgive and forget. It's not that often you meet a handsome young man from outer space.
Michael: What's this, Christmas come early?
Janeway: It has for you. Open it.
Michael: A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court, by Mark Twain. I've read some of his books, but not this one.
Janeway: It's about two people from different times who fall in love, among other things.
Michael: Sounds familiar. Maybe I have read it. Thank you, Katie. Or Kathryn now, is it?
Janeway: Och.
Michael: They say if you know a spirit's true name that it renders you impervious against her charm. Do you think there's any truth in that?
Janeway: Not a word.
Michael: I'm glad to hear it.