genetic engineering had been permitted...
Maybe Soong has a point.
I've had time to examine his work more closely.
I'm forced to admit, some of it is extremely inventive.
He's really quite brilliant.
It's a shame such a man
has to remain incarcerated.
He broke the law.
That's why he was in prison.
And that's why I'm going
to make sure he goes back.
Denobula perfected genetic engineering
a long time ago,
but you never came close
to destroying yourselves.
Perhaps we were simply fortunate.
Or maybe your instincts had caught up
with your intellect.
Your food's getting cold.
I don't have the code.
When I was Senior Medical Director,
I had access to those embryos.
They changed the policy after what you did.
The access code can only be obtained through Starfleet Command.
He's lying.
I'm telling the truth.
Do the lights in your office flicker
every now and then?
Every two hours...
drives me crazy.
It's a faulty power relay.
You wouldn't believe how many times I asked them to fix it.
Ten years later, they still haven't done a thing.
Put him with the others. Father! I believe him.
Tell me.
It's a hexadecimal password. I'm creating an algorithm
to compute the possible combinations...
A few thousand of them may take a few minutes.
I can't believe I held you back in math.
[ alarm sounds ]
A ship's entering the system.
Range 20 million kilometers.
Any sign of the bird-of-prey?
None.
It could be hiding behind any one
of the larger asteroids.
We're being hailed.
Put it up.
Captain... I wish I could say
it's been a long time.
This only ends one way, Doctor.
I think you've underestimated the variables.
About 11 of them.
No one will be harmed
if you leave this system immediately.
I'm betting you're not a cold-blooded killer.
Turn your ship around... now.
I want proof that the hostages are unharmed.
Let me speak to Lucas.
Go ahead.
Uh... we're all right.
No one's been hurt.
That's about to change.
You're still approaching this station.
Do you have any idea what a Klingon disruptor
will do to a human skull at this range?
You're going to leave me
with an awful mess to clean up.
Doctor... Conversation's over.
He dies. All stop.
Now turn around.
Bring us about.
That's a good captain.
There's another layer of encryption.
It appears to be on a quantum level. How long?
Longer than I thought, maybe a lot longer.
Keep working.
He lied.
Doctor Lucas, about the embryos.
Station access log.
Get him in here.
I've modulated the transporter frequency
to match the station's containment field.
If you register at all on their sensors,
it'll look like a field echo.
Do you really think I can help? If I didn't,
I wouldn't have asked you to come along. Captain.
We're nearly out of transporter range.
Energize.
Malik, Malik.
I want to put an end to this, Doctor.
So do I.
We know you can get to the embryos.
You accessed the stasis chamber just last week.
That's a mistake in the log.
I implore you... give us what we came for...
and we'll leave you in peace.
What's that?
That language is unbecoming
of a man of science.
Father.
Some men are braver
with their own lives
than they are with the lives of others.
Bring in one of his colleagues.
No, not here.
In there.
There are thousands of pathogens stored here.
Some kill within minutes. No...
The longer we're in this facility,
the greater the chance that more ships will come,
and they might not back down like Enterprise.
It isn't necessary.
It's the only way to make him talk.
Is one human being worth all our lives...
and everything you've worked for?
If that's what it takes to stun them...
what have you got to do to kill them?
Are you familiar with
Symbalene blood burn?
The vascular lining literally boils away.
You son-of-a-bitch.
Actually, Mother was a chemist.
You can't do this. Believe me,
I don't want to, but I'm out of options, Doctor.
The code!
This is on your conscience, then, not mine.
Life