[WIND BUFFETING]
RIKER: Placing beam-out marker.
Return transport, 14 minutes, 40 seconds.
Is your view any better, Geordi?
LA FORGE: Not too bad, commander. A lot of charged particle precipitation,
but I can compensate.
- Communicators are dysfunctional. - RIKER: Tricorders.
Readings only valid within five meters.
RIKER: Good thing we didn't bring Data.
We'd be unscrambling his circuits for a week.
[ELECTRICITY CRACKLING]
Commander!
Picking up something on the positron scan.
[THUNDER RUMBLING]
LA FORGE: Over here.
Some electrically conductive objects.
Recognize those markings, Worf?
Yes, sir. Romulan.
What the hell were they doing in a Federation sector?
Picking up traces of ultritium residue.
An explosive device must have been used
to destroy the craft after it crashed.
RIKER: All right, let's spread out. Twenty-five meter radius.
Our window back closes in 12 minutes.
WORF: Commander!
Commander Riker!
[BOTH GRUNTING]
[YELLS]
Four minutes to beam up.
Where is he?
Wait here.
[COUGHING]
[LA FORGE GROANS]
Worf!
Commander Riker!
RIKER: Geordi!
Worf!
Commander Riker!
Hold your position, Mr. Worf.
Worf!
[SIGHS]
PICARD: Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.
Its continuing mission: to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no one has gone before.
PICARD: Captain's log, stardate 43349.2.
An unidentified distress signal has led to the discovery
of a crashed Romulan vessel on the surface of Galorndon Core,
a Federation planet.
We have recovered one survivor.
But Lieutenant Commander La Forge did not report back
with the away team and is still missing.
Get him to Sickbay.
Secure Sickbay. Post a guard in visual contact at all times.
He's not going anywhere, lieutenant.
Sorry, commander, there's no way to lock in on anything down there.
Keep trying, O'Brien.
The electrical storm's creating thousands of ghosts.
Well, beam some of those ghosts back. One of them may be Geordi.
Permission to lead another away team, sir.
Denied.
When we get another window in the storms. The crash site?
The Romulan craft is a total loss.
There's nothing there to salvage unless you wanna use tweezers.
No sign of others?
Well, you couldn't see more than two meters in front of yourself down there.
It certainly is the last place one would expect a Romulan encroachment.
On the other hand,
Galorndon Core would provide ideal cover
for the opening move of a new offensive.
I doubt if they were there for the climate.
CRUSHER: We thought it would be like working on Vulcans,
but there are subtle differences, too many of them.
Can you treat him?
CRUSHER: He has cell damage to vital areas.
He's going to need a transfusion of compatible ribosomes
in order to recover.
I'm setting up a schedule to test every member of the crew.
We can't use the replicator?
CRUSHER: The molecules are too complex.
Will he survive?
- CRUSHER: I can't answer that yet. - Let me put it another way.
Will he survive to tell us what he was doing down there?
Doctor, it's an important consideration.
I can bring him around for a few minutes,
but there is one serious complication.
His brainwaves indicate early neural-pathway degeneration.
- Head injury? - There's no obvious cranial trauma.
I'm guessing his exposure to the magnetic fields on the surface
were slowly breaking down his synaptic connections.
Will that affect Geordi the same way?
CRUSHER: He'll be conscious for a minute or two.
RIKER: You are on board the Federation starship Enterprise.
We're treating your injuries.
How long were you down on Galorndon Core?
Do you understand me?
I will not answer questions.
We need to know if there are other survivors on the surface.
I am alone.
I will not answer any questions.
Do you have a mothership who should be advised of your condition?
The only answer he wants to give is that he was alone.
Which suggests that he wasn't.
[GRUNTING]
[PANTING]
Something. Anything to cut through the storm.
Some way to get a signal through to him.
A neutrino pulse.
We could build a portable neutrino source
and send it in a probe to the planet's surface. It'll act like a beacon.
DATA: A neutrino pulse would send non-charged particles
back up through the atmosphere and would be detectable by Geordi's visor.
He can show us that he's found it by modifying the pulse.
Make it so.
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
Captain, I have a new transmission
on a parallel frequency to the distress call.
From the surface?
No, sir. From inside the Romulan Zone.
We should be able to view the transmission.
On-screen.
TOMALAK: Tomalak to Pi.
We have received your distress signal.
Respond.
If you can hear me,
we are entering the Neutral Zone now.
We will reach you in six hours.
Mr. Worf, hail the Romulan vessel.
Hailing frequencies open, sir.
Romulan vessel, this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard
of the Federation starship Enterprise.
The frequency is open, sir.
Commander Tomalak, we have intercepted your transmission.
You are not to enter Federation space.
Captain Picard, my apologies.
Had I known you were in this sector,
I certainly would have advised you
- before crossing the Neutral Zone. - Indeed.
I'm sure you will understand when I explain.
One of our ships had a slight navigational error
and apparently crashed on Galorndon Core.
Slight navigational error?
Nearly half a light year past the Neutral Zone.
I assure you, captain, no aggression was intended.
Commander,
we have recovered one of your survivors.
He is on board your ship?
PICARD: He's being treated for severe injuries.
And his craft?
Destroyed.
Deliberately.
After the crash.
I'm sure you are prepared to leave at once
and rendezvous with me in the Neutral Zone.
I have an away team on the planet.
We're waiting for a window in the storm to beam them up.
And then you will return my officer?
Are there any other Romulans we should be looking to recover
from Galorndon Core?
No. It was a one-man craft.
Captain, we will be at the Federation border
of the Neutral Zone in roughly five hours.
We will expect you to rendezvous at that time.
Counselor?
There's great hostility behind his smile.
He'll stop at nothing to complete his mission.
Including the Neutral Zone border.
Captain, I see no reason to return the Romulan to his ship.
He should be held and interrogated.
We have every right to detain him, sir.
Without evidence of intent, Number One,
it will not be a simple matter.
It obviously wasn't pilot's error.
I think it demands a response from us.
But we must measure our response carefully
or history may remember Galorndon Core
along with Pearl Harbor, Station Salem-One
as the stage for a bloody preamble to war.
I want him off all the drugs. They're not doing anything.
- Dr. Crusher to Picard. - PICARD: Go ahead, doctor.
My patient is not responding to treatment.
You haven't found a compatible ribosome donor?
CRUSHER: The lab is still processing the tests.
Early results indicate humans have far too many bio-rejection factors.
I've also ruled out the Vulcans we've tested.
I think I'll try a little old-fashioned country medicine.
Keep the fever down, try to let the body heal itself.
Keep me advised. Picard out.
Captain, the neutrino beacon's operational.
We've placed it aboard a class-3 probe.
Well done, ensign.
- Mr. Worf, launch the probe. - WORF: Aye, aye, sir.
[GRUNTS]
[PANTING]
[COMPUTER BEEPING]
WORF: Probe has reached the surface, sir.
The neutrino stream is coming in strongly.
Sensors are tracking the probe despite the interference.
LA FORGE: A stationary neutrino source.
Wesley Crusher.
Thank you, Wesley.
[GRUNTS]
You are my prisoner.
Right.
Congratulations.
Surely a strategic triumph for the Romulan Empire.
Stay there!
My shoes are getting full of sand.
I just hate that, don't you?
Name and rank.
Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge.
I don't think I got yours.
A Romulan ship will arrive shortly.
- You will accompany me on board. - I don't think so.
See, we heard your message too and well, the fleet's in, commodore.
- Sky's full of Federation ships. - You're lying.
I never lie when I've got sand in my shoes, commodore.
Get up.
Seriously, the only way out of here is for you to put that thing down
and as soon as there's a window in the storm—
[RUMBLING]
[BOCHRA SCREAMS]
[BOTH COUGHING]
LA FORGE: Are you okay?
[BOCHRA COUGHING]
You gotta be kidding.
Sit.
Welcome to Galorndon Core,
where no good deed goes unpunished.
Yes, doctor?
Lieutenant, good.
Come in. Please sit down.
We have finally found a compatible ribosome match
for the Romulan. But only one.
You.
That is impossible. I am a Klingon.
Different species, yes.
But many humanoids have comparable cell structures.
And you have what this Romulan needs.
There's absolutely no risk to you.
You did understand that was the purpose for all the testing.
I have no objection to tests.
You have an objection to being a donor.
Yes.
Lieutenant, I understand your feelings about the Romulans.
But this is not the time or the place.
If you had seen them kill your parents, you would understand, doctor.
It is always the time and place for those feelings.
This Romulan didn't murder your parents.
And you are the only one who can save his life.
Then he will die.
LA FORGE: I sure wish you'd put that away.
- BOCHRA: You're afraid of dying. - LA FORGE: You bet I am.
- Who isn't? - I'm not.
Yeah, right.
To die in the service of my people.
Oh, the Romulan path to glory.
You can be sarcastic now.
But in a few millennia, when humans are extinct
and the Romulan Empire spans the galaxy...
You really believe that stuff, don't you, commodore?
You may address me as Centurion Bochra.
Bochra.
Good, solid Romulan name.
[COUGHING]
- What's the matter? - Nothing.
Wrong. Your heart rate just shot way up.
It translates a wide range of radiation into neural impulses.
Allows me to see.
Without it, you're blind?
Yeah.
How did this happen?
I was born that way.
And your parents let you live?
What kind of question is that? Of course they let me live.
No wonder your race is weak.
You waste time and resources on defective children.
Whoa.
I must be having some sort of polarity shift.
The diagnostic insists everything's fine.
Hey.
Hey, your body temperature's gone up almost another full point.
What are you saying?
I don't know. I— It must be this place.
It's all that electromagnetic soup.
It's wreaking havoc on our nervous systems.
Your metabolism's messed up. So is my interface with the visor.
- Gotta get out of here while we can. - Sit down.
- Bochra— - Sit down!
[SIGHS]
[BOCHRA COUGHING]
What is that?
It's just a background fluctuation, commander.
He hasn't found it yet.
Then he must be hurt or dead.
When does our next window open up, Mr. Data?
There's no indication, commander. I have no way to predict.
- Incoming Romulan transmission. - They're early.
The Romulan warbird should still be 29 minutes away
from the edge of the Neutral Zone.
Close enough, however, to see that we're not there.
On-screen.
Picard, I'm approaching the Federation border
and the Enterprise is not to be found. Why?
My away team is unable to leave the surface because of the storms.
And my officer?
He is alive.
His life remains in jeopardy?
Yes.
And yet you will still not permit me to cross
into your precious Federation space to retrieve him?
If the point has not yet been made clearly, commander,
let me make it again.
Romulan warships do not enter Federation space
unless they are prepared to do battle.
But a mission of mercy.
A mission to recover one of your officers
who has been caught on a Federation planet
for reasons as yet unknown.
I have already explained.
And I have rejected your explanation.
Territories.
You would measure territories
against a man's life?
Commander, I'm singularly impressed by your concern for a life.
Do not risk any more lives by leaving the Neutral Zone.
Picard out.
Bochra.
Bochra, you're in bad shape. And my vision's getting worse.
Now, there's a beacon out there.
They'll get us back to my ship, but not if I can't find it.
I cannot surrender to the Federation.
Then stay here and die.
If the situation were reversed,
would you not die to avoid capture?
I don't know.
I might.
If I thought it was necessary. If the stakes were high enough.
But they'd have to be pretty damn high.
I guess I'd make a pretty lousy Romulan, huh?
[LA FORGE CHUCKLING]
I no more wish to die than you do.
Bochra,
there are times
when it's necessary to die for one's ideals.
Do you believe this is one of those times?
Come on, let's go find that beacon.
[BOCHRA GROANS]
Whoa.
What is it?
Everything's gone blank.
I'm blind.
[DOOR CHIMES]
Come.
Worf.
You are busy. Forgive my intrusion.
For what it's worth,
I understand your bitterness.
With respect, sir, you cannot.
I am asked to give up the very lifeblood of my mother and my father
to those who murdered them.
- So you blame all Romulans for that? - Yes.
Forever?
What if someday the Federation made peace with the Romulans?
Impossible.
That's what your people said a few years ago about humans.
Think how many died on both sides in that war.
Would you and I be here now like this
if we hadn't been able to let go of the anger and the blame?
Where does it end, Worf?
If that Romulan dies,
does his family carry the bitterness on another generation?
Then you believe I should.
What I believe doesn't matter.
My Starfleet training tells me one thing.
But everything I am tells me another.
[INTERCOM BEEPS]
CRUSHER: Lieutenant Worf, report to Sickbay.
Acknowledged.
[GROANING]
Lieutenant, his life is coming to an end.
I thought it important for you to see him again.
It's not too late to change your mind.
Come close to me, Klingon.
Let me die with my hands at your throat.
There is a substance within my cells which you need to survive.
Then you've come to hear me beg for my life?
No.
I would rather die
than pollute my body with Klingon filth.
I've lost almost all feeling in my legs.
My synapses must be turning to jelly.
The visor's fine.
I just can't see a thing.
How do we locate the beacon?
We don't.
Do all humans give up so easily?
Bochra, we're lost.
Unless you've got something that can smell neutrinos.
We have the sensor device you are carrying.
Tricorder?
It's not set up to detect neutrinos.
Your eye device does. Connect them.
That's crazy, they don't speak the same language.
Besides, I'd never be able to get an accurate sampling.
Wait a second.
Wait, I wouldn't need an accurate sampling, just a pointer.
A neutrino Geiger counter.
[SIGHS]
No, it's still not possible.
You cannot do it?
Under normal circumstances, maybe. Here? No way.
- Why? - Because I can't see!
Adapting the neural output pods of the visor is tricky work.
It can't be done by touch.
Then I will be your eyes.
The storm is beginning to subside, captain.
We should have a window in less than an hour.
There's still no indication that he's found the beacon, sir.
- Assemble an away team. - Yes, sir.
Captain, the Romulan warship has crossed the Neutral Zone border.
It is in Federation space and heading towards us.
Belay that order, Number One.
Red alert.
[ALARM WAILING]
LA FORGE: Make sure the scanner select limiter
matches the visor output range.
BOCHRA: Not so fast.
Now, place the neural output pods in contact
with the tricorder scanner heads.
- Ready. - Let her rip.
Bearing 350.
[LA FORGE LAUGHING]
We did it. The first Federation-Romulan co-venture.
The storm may be breaking.
With luck, there'll be an electromagnetic window opening up
and we can get out of here.
At which point, I'll be your prisoner.
Can you walk?
I don't know.
Well, let's find out.
Come on.
- Okay, let's go. - Straight ahead.
Okay.
To the right.
[DOOR CHIMES]
PICARD: Come.
- You wished to see me, captain. - Yes, lieutenant.
I assume you know what it's about.
Yes.
The Romulan vessel will reach us within the hour.
If our patient dies,
it may be just the excuse the Romulan commander needs
to start an incident.
The death of a Romulan officer at the hands of the Federation.
- Think of it. - I have, captain.
So there is no question that the Romulan officer
is more valuable to us alive than dead.
I understand.
Lieutenant,
sometimes the moral obligations of command
are less than clear.
I have to weigh the good of the many
against the needs of the individual
and try to balance them as realistically as possible.
God knows I don't always succeed.
I have not had cause to complain, captain.
Oh.
Lieutenant, you wouldn't complain even if you had cause.
If you order me to agree to the transfusion,
I will obey, of course.
I don't want to order you.
But I ask you,
I beg you
to volunteer.
I cannot.
Lieutenant.
Sir.
That will be all.
- Picard to Dr. Crusher. - CRUSHER: Go ahead.
Do not continue to enlist the cooperation of Lieutenant Worf.
I won't have to, captain.
The Romulan has died.
BOCHRA: We've found it.
LA FORGE: Now, we have to alter its signal pattern
so the Enterprise knows we found it.
- BOCHRA: Will that be difficult? - No. Not with your help.
Scanners are showing a window, captain.
PICARD: Expected duration?
Nine minutes, 40 seconds, sir.
No change in the neutrino beacon signal, sir.
WORF: Romulan ship approaching. Bearing 354, mark 287.
On-screen.
WORF: Entering phaser range.
We are being hailed, sir.
On viewer.
You have one chance to escape destruction, Picard.
Return my officer at once.
Commander, you have entered Federation space despite my warning.
You forced the situation!
I will not leave without him.
He's dead.
Then he is but the first to fall, Picard.
The Romulan ship is routing power to its forward disruptor array.
All shields to maximum.
Aye, sir.
Lock phasers on target.
WORF: Phasers locked and ready.
Captain, the signal pattern from the neutrino beacon is modulating.
It's Geordi.
We can't transport him with the shields up.
If we lower our shields, the Romulan will strike.
The electromagnetic window on the planet is closing, sir.
Three minutes remain.
Transporter Room, lock on to the neutrino beam and stand by.
O'BRIEN: Standing by, captain.
The window is allowing intermittent sensor readings.
There are still numerous ghost images,
but I believe we are picking up two life forms near the beacon.
Another Romulan?
I cannot say.
The electromagnetic interference prevents an accurate reading.
But that's a likely hypothesis, Number One.
If Commander La Forge has located a second survivor.
Lieutenant,
hail the Romulan vessel.
Aye, sir.
They are ignoring our hail.
Repeat the hail. All channels.
You see, they have no way of knowing how accurate our sensors are.
Put on your best poker face, Number One.
Open a frequency.
Commander Tomalak.
It would appear our away team has located a second man
from your one-man ship.
We're preparing to beam them to the Enterprise
after which, of course, we will return the survivor to you.
No acknowledgment, sir.
Commander, both our ships are ready to fight.
We have two extremely powerful
and destructive arsenals at our command.
Our next actions will have serious repercussions.
We have good reason to mistrust one another,
but we have even better reason to set those differences aside.
Now, of course, the question is,
who will take the initiative?
Who will make the first gesture of trust?
The answer is, I will.
I must lower our shields
to beam those men up from the planet surface.
Once the shields are down,
you will, of course, have the opportunity to fire on us.
If you do,
you will destroy not only the Enterprise and its crew,
but the cease-fire that the Romulans and the Federation now enjoy.
Lieutenant,
lower the shields.
Leave the hailing frequency open.
Yes, sir.
Shields down.
PICARD: Mr. O'Brien, transport Commander La Forge
and the Romulan directly to the Bridge.
O'BRIEN: Aye, sir. Energizing.
Security team to the Bridge.
Belay that order, lieutenant. Shields up.
No one is gonna harm you.
You have my word on that.
Well, commander?
If he has been in any way mistreated...
I've given them no information, commander.
But I have not been mistreated.
In fact,
this human saved my life.
PICARD: Tomalak.
How is it possible that you didn't know
of the second Romulan on Galorndon Core?
A simple misunderstanding, Captain Picard.
I was obviously misinformed as to the size of the craft.
I assure you, I intended no deception.
Of course not.
You doubt my good faith?
Let's just say my faith would be strengthened
by a gesture from you,
such as powering down your disruptors.
Disruptors powering down.
Thank you. Cancel red alert, lieutenant.
Commander, we shall return your officer
and escort your ship to the Neutral Zone.
That is acceptable.
It's good to have you back, commander.
It's good to be back, sir.
Actually, I have Centurion Bochra to thank for it.
Indeed.
Commander La Forge
and Lieutenant Worf,
escort our guest to Transporter Room 1.
Yes, sir.
Come on.
RIKER: Close call.
Too close, Number One.
Brinkmanship is a dangerous game.