signal lock on Jason.
Riker to Picard.
Picard here.
Bok is trying
to use his transporter.
The transporter beam is focusing
on deck nine, section four.
- Jason's quarters.
- I'm on it.
Security to bridge.
Bok is beaming Jason off the ship.
Initiating transport now.
I'm losing his signal.
Bok is re-establishing
his lock on him.
- Have you located Bok's ship?
- No, sir.
The signature left by his transporter
is decaying sooner than predicted.
It may not be possible to trace it.
Another probe has materialised
500 kilometres to starboard.
- It is sending a transmission.
- Put it on screen.
This is a very special day, Picard.
15 years ago,
you took my son away from me.
Today, I will take your son
away from you.
It will be our anniversary.
I wanted you to see him
one last time.
I'm tracing the transporter beam
Bok used to send the probe.
The ship is holding position
300 billion kilometres from here.
Plot a course. Maximum warp.
Even at warp nine, we wouldn't
get there for another 20 minutes.
The modifications
you made to the transporter,
can we use a subspace transport
to get me on to Bok's ship?
It may be possible, sir,
but not advisable.
I'll take that as a yes.
You're with me.
There. I've aligned the field coils.
Phase dampers are in synch.
Standing by
to modulate the transport pattern.
We might get you over there,
but I don't see how we get you back.
We'll deal with that later.
Transport will take
longer than normal.
We have to shunt your pattern
through subspace.
- Understood.
- Initiating transport sequence now.
- Maybe we can make a deal.
- What kind of deal?
Tell my father you killed me.
Put a phaser burn on my shirt and
send it to him. He'll think I'm dead.
That's what this is about, isn't it?
I got friends on Camor V
that will make it worth your while.
I understand your desire to live.
But I want Picard to see your body
so there will be no doubt.
Lower your weapons or Bok is dead!
Lower yours or your son dies!
You know as I do, Bok,
he is not my son.
I know what you've done.
Miranda Vigo is his mother
but I am not his father.
You made it appear so
because you resequenced his DNA.
But your technique was flawed.
He developed
a neurological disorder.
When my doctor investigated it,
she discovered what you had done.
Now he'll never pay the ransom.
Shut up!
There was no ransom. All he
was interested in was vengeance.
DaiMon, is this true?
He's not a DaiMon!
He was stripped of command.
They had no right to do that to me!
He lied to you,
so you'd help him in his plan.
The Enterprise
is closing in on your position.
If you let the two of us go,
they won't attack you.
They won't attack us
with you on board.
They will cripple your ship
and keep you here
until the Ferengi authorities arrive.
You've got a lot of explaining to do.
Your only hope
is to turn Bok over to them
and tell them that he deceived you.
There is no profit in this for us.
Captain's log, stardate 47831. 8.
At Jason's request, the Enterprise
has returned to Camor V.
Dr Crusher feels I am
responding well to the treatment.
She thinks
the damage may be reversed.
- I'm glad to hear it.
- Yeah.
Are you sure you won't stay
on board for a few more days?
I can't. I have a life back on Camor.
It's a mess. But I'd like to go back
and straighten things out.
I understand.
Well, maybe next time you come back
this way, you can look me up.
I will.
I put a little something into
your bag while you were packing.
I know you'd probably have preferred
Saurian brandy,
but that's all I could come up with.
- I can't accept this.
- I want you to have it.
Energise.Graves at my command
Have waked their sleepers...
...oped and let 'em forth
By my so potent art.
But this rough magic I here abjure,
and, when I have required
Some heavenly music,
which even now I do,
To work mine end upon
their senses that
This airy charm is for,
I'll break my staff,
Bury it