Star Trek: Nemesis

Senators, consider the opportunities for the Empire.

At last, the destinies of the planets Romulus and Remus will be united.

Shinzon of Remus is offering us a chance

to make ourselves stronger than ever before.

It would be madness to reject it.

I beg you not to let prejudice or politics

interfere with this alliance.

By joining Shinzon's forces with ours,

not even the Federation will be able to stand in our way...

That's enough!

The decision has been made.

The military does not dictate policy on Romulus.

The Senate has considered Shinzon's proposal and rejected it.

He and his followers will be met with all deliberate force

and sent back to that black rock they came from.

-Do I make myself clear? -Yes, sir.

If you will excuse me, Praetor.

I have an appointment with the Tholian ambassador.

Of course.

Senators, are there any others who wish to speak?

Then I call for a vote on the motion to open trade negotiations with Celes II.

As you know, the Reman mines

have not been filling their quotas for months now.

I hope that you will all bear in mind the trade committee's findings.

As much as we don't want...

Would someone alert security?

Bring back Senator Tal'Aura.

Duty.

A starship captain's life is filled with solemn duty.

I have commanded men in battle.

I have negotiated peace treaties between implacable enemies.

I have represented the Federation

in first contact with 27 alien species.

But none of this compares with my solemn duty today

as best man.

Now, I know on an occasion such as this,

it is expected that I be gracious

and fulsome in my praise on the wonders of this blessed union.

But have the two of you considered what you are doing to me?

Of course you're happy, but what about my needs?

This is all a damned inconvenience.

While you're happily settling in on the Titan,

I will be training my new First Officer. You all know him.

He's a tyrannical martinet who will never

ever allow me to go on away missions.

That is the regulation, sir. Starfleet Code, Section 12, Paragraph...

-Mr. Data. -Sir?

-Shut up. -Yes, sir.

Fifteen years I've been waiting to say that.

No, seriously.

Will, Deanna, there's still time to reconsider.

Yes?

-No. -No.

No? Oh, very well, then.

Will Riker, you have been my trusted right arm for 15 years.

You have kept my course true and steady.

Deanna Troi, you've been my guide and my conscience.

You've helped me recognize the better parts of myself.

You are my family.

And in best maritime tradition,

I wish you both clear horizons.

My good friends, make it so.

The bride and groom.

-To the bride and groom. -To the bride and groom.

You ever think about getting married again?

No. Twenty-three was my limit.

Worf?

-Are you all right? -Romulan ale should be illegal.

It is.

-That was a lovely toast. -It was from the heart.

And you needn't worry.

I'm going to brief your new counselor on everything she needs to know.

Oh, like hell you are. You already know too much about me.

I take it that there will be no speeches during the ceremony on Betazed?

No. No speeches and no clothes.

Ladies and gentlemen and invited transgendered species,

in my study of Terran and Betazoid conjugal rites

I've discovered it is traditional to present the happy couple

with a gift.

Given Commander Riker's affection for archaic musical forms,

I have elected to present the following as my gift

in honor of their conjugation.

Conjugation!

Never saw the sun shining so bright

Never saw things going so right

Noticing the days hurrying by

When you're in love, my how they fly

Blue skies Smiling at me

Irving Berlin.

Nothing but blue skies Do I see

It's tradition, Worf.

You, of all people, should appreciate that.

I will not do it.

Won't do what, Mr. Worf?

Captain, I do not think it is appropriate

for a Starfleet officer to appear naked.

Oh, come now.

A big, handsome, strapping fellow like you? What can you be afraid of?

Captain, I'm picking up an unusual electromagnetic signature

from the Kolarin system.

-What sort of signature? -Positronic.

It's very faint.

But I've isolated it to the third planet in the Kolarin system.

-What do we know about it? -Uncharted.

We'll have to get closer for a more detailed scan.

Theories?

Since positronic signatures have only been known to emanate

from androids such as myself,

it is logical to theorize there is an android on Kolarus III.

Just what I was afraid of. Captain,

diverting to the Kolarin system

takes us awfully close to the Romulan Neutral Zone.

It's still well on our side. I think...

I think it's worth taking a look. Don't worry, Number One.

We'll still have you to Betazed with plenty of time to spare.

Thank you, sir.

Where we will all honor the Betazoid tradition.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll be in the gym.

Mr. Branson, lay in a course for the Kolarin system, warp 5.

What do you think, Data? A long-lost relative?

I'm reading six distinct positronic signatures

spread out over a few kilometers on the planet's surface.

What do we know about the population of Kolarus III?

Isolated pockets of humanoids.

It appears to be a pre-warp civilization

at an early stage of industrial development.

Captain, I wouldn't recommend using the transporter.

That ion storm doesn't look very neighborly.

It could head in our direction without much warning.

Understood.

-Data, Mr. Worf, you're with me. -Captain, I don't have to remind you...

I appreciate your concern, Number One.

-But I've been itching to try the Argo. -I'll bet.

Captain's prerogative. There's no foreseeable danger.

And your wife would never forgive me if anything were to happen to you.

You have the Bridge, Mr. Troi.

I will always be puzzled by the human predilection

for piloting vehicles at unsafe velocities.

Over that rise, sir. Half a kilometer.

The radiant electromagnetic field is interfering with my tricorder.

We are within a few meters of the signal.

Fan out. Let's search around.

-It appears to be a robotic arm. -Very astute.

Mr. Worf, bring it to the vehicle.

This doesn't feel right.

The final signature is approximately 100 meters to the north, sir.

It's you.

The resemblance is striking.

-Fascinating. -Fascinating.

To the vehicle.

I think it's time to try some unsafe velocities.

Why do you have a shiny head?

This is not the appropriate time for a conversation.

Why?

Because the Captain has to concentrate on piloting the vehicle.

-Why? -Because...

Data!

Sorry, sir.

Have I said something wrong?

Data.

-That's negative 3, cos/bar standard. -Valve transfer initiated.

You know, all things considered, Data, I think you have nicer eyes.

Our eyes are identical, Doctor.

So what have we got, Geordi?

I'd say he has the same internal mechanics as Data

but not as much positronic development.

The neural pathways aren't nearly as sophisticated.

I'd say he's a prototype.

Something Dr. Soong created prior to Data.

Do you have a name, sir?

I am B-4.

B-4?

Dr. Soong's penchant for whimsical names seems to have no end.

Can you tell us how you came to be on the planet where we found you?

I do not know.

Do you remember anything of your life before you were on the planet?

No. Why does the tall man have a furry face?

Number One, keep me informed. And, Geordi, reassemble him.

Aye, sir.

B-4, do you know who I am?

You are me.

No.

My name is Data.

I am your brother.

Tea, Earl Grey, hot.

Captain, you have an Alpha Priority communication

-from Starfleet Command. -Acknowledged.

Admiral Janeway, how good to see you again.

Jean-Luc. How would you like a trip to Romulus?

-With or without the rest of the fleet? -A diplomatic mission.

We've been invited, believe it or not.

Seems there's been some kind of internal political shake-up.

The new Praetor, someone called Shinzon,

has requested a Federation envoy.

-New Praetor? -Here's more. He's Reman.

Believe me, we don't understand it, either.

You're the closest ship.

So I want you to go and hear what he has to say.

Get the lay of the land.

If the Empire becomes unstable, it could mean trouble for the entire quadrant.