Star Trek: First Contact

Borg queen.“ Locutus.

I am locutus of borg. Resistance is futile.

Authorization, picard 4-7-Alpha-tango.

- Admiral. - Catch you at a bad time, Jean-Luc?

No, of course not.

I've just received a disturbing report from deep space five.

Our colony on ivor prime was destroyed this morning.

- Long—range sensors have picked up... - Yes, I know. The borg.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 50893.5.

The moment I have dreaded for nearly six years has finally arrived.

The borg, our most lethal enemy, have begun an invasion of the federation,

and this time, there may be no stopping them.

- How many ships? - One.

And it's on a direct course for earth.

They will cross the federation border in less than an hour.

Admiral Hayes is mobilizing a fleet in the typhon sector.

At maximum warp, it will take us three hours, 25 minutes...

- We're not going. - What do you mean, we're not going?

Our orders are to patrol the neutral zone

in case the romulans decide to take advantage of the situation.

The romulans?

Captain, there has been no unusual activity

along the romulan border for the last nine months.

It seems highly unlikely they would choose this moment to start a conflict.

Does stareret feel we need more shakedown time?

Captain, we've been out in space nearly a year now. We're ready.

The enterprise-e is the most advanced starship in the fleet.

We should be on the frontline.

I have gone over all this with stareret command. Their orders stand.

Number one, set a course for the neutral zone.

(Vallon sonore playing on stereo)

- Bizet? - Berlioz. What do you have?

We finished our first sensor sweep of the neutral zone.

Fascinating.

Twenty particles of space dust per cubic meter,

fifty-two ultraviolet radiation spikes and a class-2 comet.

Wow. This is certainly worthy of our attention.

Captain, why are we out here chasing comets?

Let's just say that stareret has every confidence

in the enterprise and her crew. They're just not sure about her captain.

They believe that a man who was once captured and assimilated by the borg

should not be put in a situation where he would face them again.

To do so would introduce an unstable element

to a critical situation.

That's ridiculous. Your experience with the borg

makes you the perfect man to lead this fight.

Admiral Hayes disagrees.

- Woman: Bridge to captain picard. - Go ahead.

We've just received word from the fleet. They've engaged the borg.

Mr. Data, put stareret frequency 1-4-8-6 on audio.

Aye, sir.

Woman: Flagship to endeavor, stand by to engage at grid a-15.

Man 1: Defiant and Bozeman, fall back to mobile position one.

Man 2: Acknowledged.

Woman: We have it in visual range.

A borg cube on course 0 Mark 2-1-5, speed warp...

Borg collective: We are the borg.

Lower your shields and surrender your ships.

We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness

to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us.

Resistance is futile.

Man 2: All units, open fire. Remodulate shield...

Man 3: They've broken through the defense perimeter...

Toward earth. Pursuit course...

Man 4: The cube is changing course. 0-2-1 Mark 4.

Woman: Defiant, continue to attack.

Flagship to starfleet command. We need reinforcements.

Man 5: Casualty report is coming in...

Man 6:96 dead, 22 wounded on the Lexington.

Picard: Lieutenant hawk, set a course for earth.

- Hawk: Aye, sir. - Maximum warp.

I'm about to commit a direct violation of our orders.

Any of you who wish to object should do so now.

It will be noted in my log.

Captain, I believe I speak for everyone here, sir, when I say

to hell with our orders.

Red alert! All hands to battle stations!

Engage.

- Report! - Main power is off-line.

We've lost shields and our weapons are gone.

Perhaps today is a good day to die. Prepare for ramming speed!

Sir, there's another starship coming in.

It's the enterprise.

The defiant's losing life support.

Bridge to transporter room 3. Beam the defiant survivors aboard.

Captain, the admiral's ship has been destroyed.

What is the status of the borg cube?

It has sustained heavy damage to its outer hull.

I am reading fluctuations in their power grid.

Onscreen.

Number one, open a channel to the fleet.

Riker: Channel open, sir.

This is captain picard of the enterprise. I'm taking command of the fleet.

Target all of your weapons onto the following coordinates.

- Fire on my command. - Sir.

The coordinates you have indicated do not appear to be a vital system.

Trust me, data.

The eret's responded, sir. They're standing by.

Fire.

- Mr. Hawk, pursuit course. Engage. - Aye, sir.

What?

I can hear them.

I have a patient here who insists on coming to the bridge.

Welcome aboard the enterprise-e, Mr. Worf.

Thank you, sir.

- The defiant? - Adrift but salvageable.

- Tough little ship. - Little?

Mr. Worf, we could use some help at tactical.

You do remember how to fire phasers?

Sensors show chronometric particles emanating from the sphere.

- They're creating a temporal vortex. - Time travel.

Picard: Data, report.

We appear to be caught in a temporal wake.

Captain. Earth.

The atmosphere contains high concentrations of methane,

carbon monoxide and quorine.

- Life-signs? - Population, approximately 9 billion.

All borg.

- How? - They must've done it in the past.

They went back and assimilated earth, changed history.

But if they changed history, why are we still here?

The temporal wake must have somehow protected us

from the changes in the timeline.

- Sir, the vortex is collapsing. - Hold your course, Mr. Hawk.

We must follow them back, repair whatever damage they've done.

Lily: Come on. Zefram: Good night, Eddie.

Go home.

You're gonna regret this tomorrow.

One of the things you should have learned about me by now

is that I don't have regrets.

- Come on, Lily. One more round. - Z. 2, you had enough.

I'm not going up in that thing with a drunken pilot.

I sure as hell am not going up there sober.

What is that?

That is the constellation Leo.

No. That.

- It's an econ! - After all these years?

We gotta get to the Phoenix.

To hell with the Phoenix.

Man 1: Help! Help! Man 2: Hurry! Move out! Move!

This way! Zefram!

Report.

Shields are down, long-range sensors are off-line, main power's holding.

According to our astrometric readings, we are in the mid-21st century.

From the radioactive isotopes in the atmosphere, I would estimate

we have arrived approximately 10 years after the third world war.

Makes sense. Most of the major cities have been destroyed,

very few governments left, 600 million dead.

- No resistance. - Worf: Captain.

Mr. Worf, quantum torpedoes.

- Worf: Ready, sir. - Fire.

They were firing at the surface. Locafion?

Western hemisphere, north American continent.

Looks like a missile complex in central Montana.

Missile complex.

The date. Data, I need to know the exact date.

April 4th, 2063.

- April 4th, the day before first contact. - Precisely.

Dr. Crusher: Then the missile complex must be

where Zefram Cochrane is building his warp ship.

That's what they came here to do, stop first contact.

How much damage, lieutenant?

Can't tell. Long-range sensors are still off-line.

We have to go down there, find out what happened.

Data, Beverly, you're with me.

Have a security team meet us in transporter room 3.

Computer, mid-21st century civilian clothing.

Number one, you have the bridge.

Over here.

They're all dead.

See if one of them is Cochrane. Data, let's go check the warp ship.

Data: The structural integrity of the missile appears to be intact,

but there is significant damage to various sections of the fuselage

and primary intercooler system.

We should have the original blueprints in the enterprise computer.

Commander la forge will need to bring a team down here...

Picard: Hold your fire! We're here to help you!

Bullshit!

Captain, I believe I can handle this.

Greetings.

Captain, this woman requires medical attention.

Severe theta radiation poisoning.

Radiation is coming from the damaged throttle assembly.

We're all gonna have to be inoculated,