Captain's Log, Stardate 43917.4.
TheEnterprisehas been given the singular honor of hosting
the first meeting between the Federation
and a mysterious race known as the Legarans.
We are in orbit around Vulcan preparing to welcome aboard
Federation Ambassador Sarek and his wife, Perrin
who, like his first wife, is from Earth.
I remember studying his career in school.
The treaty of Alpha Cygnus IX
the Coridan admission to the Federation
the Klingon Alliance...
I met him once, many years ago
very briefly, at his son's wedding.
I can tell you
that was quite a moment for a young Lieutenant.
Standing in the presence of such history.
I remember he spoke to me
and I just stood there, grinning like an idiot.
Captain. Youtongue-tied?
Indeed. How do you make small talk
with someone who shaped the Federation?
Is it true he'll be retiring after this mission?
Unofficially, that's what I hear.
What a crowning achievement for his career.
The benefits of relations
with the Legarans are incalculable.
Ah, Captain Picard.
I am Ki Mendrossen
the Ambassador's Chief of Staff.
This is Sakkath
his personal assistant.
Has the Ambassador been delayed?
He will be joining us momentarily
but, first, we must discuss some matters
of the utmost delicacy.
Please go ahead.
To be frank, Captain
the Ambassador is not a young man.
He tires easily.
He's going to need
a lot of rest, to prepare himself
for the difficult job that awaits him.
Which is why it is imperative that he be allowed
to conserve his strength.
I must request that you dispense
with any formal activities
normally associated with a visitor of his rank.
We had planned a ship's concert this evening.
I believe that the Ambassador
is extremely fond of Mozart.
I'm afraid it would be impossible for him to attend.
Upon his arrival, he will be taken directly to his quarters
where he will remain in seclusion
until we reach Legara IV.
You have my assurance
that the Ambassador will not be disturbed during the voyage.
That's all we ask.
Well, now, that's settled.
The Ambassador is waiting.
PICARD: Welcome aboard theEnterprise, Ambassador Sarek.
We come to serve.
Your service honors us.
Allow me to present she who is my wife.
Mrs. Sarek.
Please call me Perrin, Captain.
This is my First Officer, Commander William Riker.
Captain, would you be so kind
as to show us to our quarters?
SAREK: I prefer
to view the conference room first.
MENDROSSEN: Ambassador, I'm sure
Sakkath and I can handle all the necessary details.
I will examine it for myself.
PERRIN: Perhaps it would be best
if we settled in first.
They worry about my health, Captain, too much.
You will take me
to the conference room, please.
If you'll follow me, sir.
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.
WESLEY: Are the Legarans
really going to sit in this stuff?
LA FORGE: Well,I'msure no
Can you believe this smell?
What smell?
(chuckles): What can I say?
To us, it's a slime pit, but, to them, it's home.
Okay, the environmental controls are ready.
What's next?
What, are you in some kind of a hurry, or something?
Yeah, I have a date.
A date? With who?
Ensign Dumont.
Really?
She's very attractive.
I got to admit, Wes, though, I'm a bit surprised.
What? That she'd go out with me?
No, that you'd actually have the nerve to ask her.
Way to go.
The room is not ready.
No, Ambassador. Commander La Forge
and Ensign Crusher are still preparing...
The Legarans are very sensitive
in matters of protocol.
You will remove all the furniture from the room.
The walls must be bare.
I'm sure everything will be set up
according to our specifications
before the Legarans arrive.
Isn't that right, Captain?
I assure you, Ambassador, everything will be ready
before the conference begins.
My husband and I
have every confidence in you, Captain.
SAREK: I have worked for 93 years
in preparation for this meeting.
It isvital
that no detail be overlooked.
Perhaps we should allow these gentlemen
to return to their work, Ambassador.
That will be acceptable.
These walls are too bright.
The way Mendrossen described him
I expected to see a frail old man.
I hopeI'mthat frail when I'm 202 years old.
But his aides did seem to be a little...
overprotective, didn't they?
From what I could see
the Ambassador doesn't need protection from anything.
Well, we'll respect Mr. Mendrossen's request
and allow Ambassador Sarek his privacy.
I suppose they were foolish and vain--
my expectations of this voyage.
Sharing his thoughts, memories
his unique understanding of the history he's made.
Does this mean you're going to cancel the concert this evening?
No, the concert will go ahead as scheduled.
But it's a pity our guest of honor will be absent.
For all we know, the Ambassador might enjoy
an evening's entertainment.
Why not ask his wife if she'd like to attend?
That's an excellent idea, Counselor.
You have the Bridge, Number One.
(door chimes)
Come in.
PICARD: I hope I'm not intruding.
Not at all, Captain.
But Sarek is in meditation at the moment.
Actually, I came to see you.
Well, how nice.
I so rarely get visitors of my own.
Usually everyone wants to see the Ambassador.
I find that hard to believe.
Thank you.
These quarters are quite comfortable.
The Ambassador and I were very pleased when we heard
that the negotiations were going to take place
aboard the flagship of the Federation.
The honor is ours.
My husband has taken an interest in your career.
He finds it to be... satisfactory.
My word.
High praise from a Vulcan.
Some people who expect an emotional response
often find Vulcans to be quite cold
when they're merely being...
Logical.
Exactly.
I came to invite you--
and your husband, if he's available--
to a Mozart recital this evening.
What a tempting offer.
I... doubt that the Ambassador will be able to attend
but I will make it a point to ask him.
Well then, I hope to see you this evening.
As do I.
You are still unable to meditate?
It is of no importance.
It has eluded you for many weeks.
I said it is of no importance.
You know I am right.
My wife, you will leave me now.
I require solitude.
The temperature in the tank
is now 150 degrees Celsius.
Okay, lock it off.
Is that it?
Can I get out of here now?
What's your hurry?
You don't really think anything's going to happen
with Suzanne Dumont, do you?
At least I'm not spending the night
with a good book, like some people.
What's that supposed to mean?
Just what it sounds like.
Let me tell you something.
You'd get more action out of a good book
than you'll ever see on this date, I'll guarantee it.
She's not going to waste her time on someone like you.
Someone like me? She's way out of your league.
Since when did you become an expert on women?
Compared to you, every male on this ship
is an expert on women.
Well, at least I don't have to find
my women in a holodeck.
What did you say?
You heard me. Yeah, I heard you.
Just what do you think is... Something wrong?
I asked a question.
No, sir.
Nothing wrong here.
May I be excused, Commander?
Anything you'd like to talk about, Geordi?
No, sir.
I noticed that Lieutenant Worf
has put Ensign D'Amato on report
for insubordination.
D'Amato's been an exemplary officer.
Indeed he has.
Could you look into it, Number One?
Of course.
Good evening.
I assume that the work
is progressing on the conference room.
Yes, I checked in
with Wesley and Geordi a few hours ago.
There was a moment when I actually thought
the two of them were going to hit each other.
Ambassador Sarek, Perrin--
on behalf of the entire crew, welcome.
It was my wife's suggestion that we attend.
It seemed an ideal diversion.
Perrin can be quite logical
when she chooses.
It seems that the Ambassador had more free time
than I anticipated.
Commander Data will be
our featured soloist this evening.
DATA: I have been programmed
to reproduce the individual musical styles
of over 300 concert violinists
including Heifetz, Menuhin, Grak-tay and Tataglia.
Do you have a preference?
Tataglia would be lovely.
I hope you find the performance pleasing.
I look forward to it.
At your convenience, Mr. Data.
Please.
(playing lively chamber music)
(tempo slows)
(inaudible)
(music crescendos)
(music decrescendos)
(door closes)
Hi, Mom.
I got a message you wanted to see me.
I thought you were going to be at the concert last night.
I said Imaybe going.
Suzanne wanted to go to the arboretum.
Captain Picard asked me where you were.
I don't like making excuses for you.
Excuses?
Come on, Mom, it wasn't an official function.
Listen, young man, you have responsibilities
and I want you to live up to them.
Don't you think you're overreacting a little?
Don't talk back to me!
Okay, I won't.
Where do you think you're going?
Away from you.
And then I just slapped him.
Really hard.
I slapped Wesley.
Do you know why you did it?
I've never hit my son in his life.
Beverly, this is important.
What were you thinking when you hit Wes?
I wasn't thinking about anything.
I was just angry.
And Wes didn't provoke you in any way?
It wasn't anything he said or anything he did?
No, that's just it.
It was a sudden burst of anger.
I still can't believe I did it.
I don't know why you did it either
but I can tell you
that I've heard the same kind of story
from ten different people over the last two days.
This is your Command Center?
Yes.
It is normally occupied
by Captain Picard, Commander Riker
and Counselor Troi.
Counselor Troi is a Betazoid?
Half-Betazoid.
Her father was human.
Then she is not a true telepath.
Her skills are empathic in nature.
She is able to sense the emotions of other beings.
What is Captain Picard's background in diplomacy?
Extensive-- the Captain's first
diplomatic contact dates back to...
And what of his knowledge of the Legarans?
Would he be able to conduct negotiations
with them, should the need arise?
Do you foresee such a circumstance occurring?
Is Ambassador Sarek unable...?
Forgive me. I was merely exploring
various possible permutations of our mission.
Your tour of the Bridge has been most informative.
Excuse me. We were sitting here.
Well, we're sitting here now.
Come on, fella, this is our table.
Really?
Funny, I don't see your name on it.
Didn't your mother teach you manners?
LA FORGE: Hey, hey, guys...
Is there some kind of problem here?
Well, there seems to be some question
as to whose table this is.
Well, there are plenty of other tables, right?
I suppose you're right.
LA FORGE: Why don't I get everybody
another round of drinks
all right?
I don't have to tell you
that insubordination is a serious charge
to be filed against any officer.
I am aware of that, Commander.
However, Ensign D'Amato
directly challenged my authority.
Is it my imagination
or have tempers become
a little frayed on the ship lately?
I hadn't noticed.
(grunting and groaning)
I see what you mean.
Security to Ten-Forward.
Geordi, what the hell is going on here?
I wish I knew.
All right, that's enough!
LA FORGE: The next thing I know
somebody's left hook is on its way to my chin.
(sighs)
Captain, this is not
an isolated incident.
There have been reports
of random violence all over the ship.
Are you suggesting this is somehow contagious?
There's no indication of any bacteria or virus.
I've run every test I know.
I've checked the water, food replicator
airborne samples...
This is a hell of a time.
Well, whatever it is
I don't want it to affect the Ambassador.
I want his quarters isolated from the rest of the crew
until we've identified the cause.
It's not that simple, Captain.
CRUSHER: We have determined that the outbreak of violence
started at virtually the same time
that Sarek and his party beamed onto the ship.
We do have a working theory.
We believe that it's possible
that Ambassador Sarek, himself
is responsible for these incidents.
Sarek?
I felt something during the concert.
Vague and undefined, but very disturbing.
He cried. I saw that.
I couldn't believe it.
A Vulcan moved to tears by music? It's...
Well, Vulcans do have the same basic emotions we do.
They've just learned to repress them.
What I sensed during the concert
was that he'd lost control.
What would cause such a loss of control?
CRUSHER: There's a very rare condition
that sometimes affect Vulcans over the age of 200.
Bendii Syndrome.
Its early symptoms include
sudden bursts of emotion
mostly irrational anger.
Eventually, all emotional control is lost.
I can imagine nothing
that would be more offensive to a Vulcan.
Their emotional detachment is the very core of their being. Why would this affect others
onboard the ship?
Vulcans possess telepathic abilities.
Sarek may unintentionally be projecting intense emotions
onto other people, at random.
And when the Legarans beam aboard?
They could very well be affected, too.
Is there a treatment?
Can't someone else take his place?
Sarek has built a personal relationship with them.
They will accept no one else.
(sighs)
Well, how can we confirm your... diagnosis?
We can grow a culture
from the tissue of the metathalamus
but the results will take several days.
I have 12 hours.
That's impossible, Captain Picard.
I cannot delay the conference--
not for a day, not for an hour.
The schedule itself
required three months of negotiations.
Nevertheless, we appear to be facing a potentially...
I give you my word of honor
that the Ambassador is in perfect health.
Is that enough?
Mr. Mendrossen...
You are dealing
with a theory full of holes, Captain.
Why am I not affected by Sarek's supposed condition?
And Perrin, how could his wife function normally
if this theory of yours is correct?
I cannot explain that.
Hundreds of others onboard have not been affected, either.
I have not.
It appears to be random.
Proximity, apparently, has no bearing on this phenomenon.
You are accusing the greatest man of his time
of losing his mind
on the eve of his greatest triumph
and you cannot explain why.
I won't report this to the Ambassador.
For the moment.
I don't want to divert his attention from the mission.
But if I were you, in the interests of your career
I'd be very concerned
about finding the real cause of these outbursts
before the Legarans arrive.
Mr. Data, will you please report to my ready room?
Aye, sir.
Captain Picard is not satisfied
with Ki Mendrossen's assurances
that the Ambassador is in good health.
Do you consider Sarek
capable of carrying out his mission?
Have I given you cause to think otherwise?
You have voiced certain reservations to me
about his abilities.
I do not recall making such a statement.
Not directly, no, but you did question me
about the diplomatic capabilities
of both Captain Picard and Counselor Troi.
I am honor-bound
to help Sarek carry out this mission.
That is the only answer I can give.
Then you must decide which is your greater obligation--
your loyalty to Sarek
or your duty to the Federation.
Can you accept the logic of continuing this mission?
Tell your Captain...
the mission is in jeopardy.
Sakkath has been able, until recently
to use his telepathic skills to reinforce
Sarek's emotional control, thus protecting others
from the effects of his deterioration.
He hasn't been doing a very good job.
The strain of this mission on Sarek
has made it impossible.
It's ironic, isn't it?
All this magnificent technology, we still find ourselves
susceptible to the ravages of old age.
(sighing) Loss of dignity.
The slow betrayal of our bodies by forces we cannot master.
Do you still want to be one of us, Data?
Sir, it is conceivable, even for me
that time will eventually lead
to irreparable circuit failure.
But there is one thing I do not understand.
Sarek is a logical, intelligent being.
The effects of Bendii Syndrome are apparent.
Why would such a man choose to ignore them?
Logic fails us sometimes, Data.
I think this is one of those times.
I can only guess that he does not see--
or he does notwishto see-- the truth
and he is being insulated against that truth
by those who love him most.
Someone has to confront him.
(sighs, clears throat
Not a task that I'm looking forward to.
I don't understand this.
Everyone is protecting Sarek--
his wife, Mendrossen, even you.
What would you have me do-- march down there and destroy the man?
The mission
with the Legarans cannot be carried out
with Sarek in this condition!
I know that! Then tell him
that there is no way!
Don't you tell me what to do!
Captain, Commander...
Of course.
You're right, Number One.
(sighs)
It's a task that I will attend to.
Captain, I don't think I understand
what you're telling me.
My husband is responsible
for your crew assaulting one another?
He is very ill, Perrin.
Bendii Syndrome is
more a folk tale than a disease.
There hasn't been a true case of it
in my husband's lifetime.
There's one now.
Sakkath knows.
Sakkath?
Sakkath knows nothing my husband didn't teach him.
He knows.
And more than that, on this mission
he has been consciously holding Sarek's mind together
as well as he could.
That is not true.
I must see Sarek.
Captain, I know a good deal about the Vulcan mind
and I know a good deal about the heart
of one particular Vulcan.
I am his wife and he is fine.
He does not have Bendii Syndrome
and that shall be the end of it.
I'm sorry.
Please.
You mustn't do this to him.
Must not do what, my wife?
If Captain Picard wishes to see me
he may do so.
I regret that we have seen so little of each other
during this voyage, Captain.
The loss is mine, Ambassador.
Captain, may I talk with you in private?
You were speaking of your belief
that I suffer from Bendii Syndrome.
I have been accused of many things in my life.
Never an excess of emotion.
PERRIN: Sarek...
I see no reason to continue this discussion.
On the contrary.
I wish to assuage any fears
the Captain may have regarding my capabilities.
I believe there is a test for Bendii Syndrome.
I will take it immediately.
Unfortunately, the results would not be available
for several days, which is why I must ask
for a postponement of the conference.
That would be a mistake.
Captain, I give you my word.
I am in perfect health.
Then...
why must Sakkath help
to contain your emotions?
Is what the Captain says true?
No, Ambassador, absolutely not.
Perrin?
Were you aware of this?
Sakkath, I await an answer.
I have been using my limited abilities
to strengthen your mental discipline.
Your efforts will no longer be required.
That would not be wise.
It may not be wise
but it is necessary.
(door opens, closes)
Leave me.
I wish to speak with Captain Picard.
Sarek, I asked you to reconsider.
Obey my wishes.
There is nothing to fear.
(door opens)
(door closes)
I hope I've not embarrassed you, Ambassador.
You seem to forget, Captain, that I'm a Vulcan.
I'm not affected by emotional considerations.
I think you are affected, sir.
Far more than you realize.
I am a logical being.
Present your arguments.
I will listen.
There is an epidemic of violent incidents
aboard theEnterprise
As we speak
the situation is worsening.
And it is your hypothesis that I am the cause
of these incidents?
Yes.
My Chief Medical Officer has explored
all other probable causes.
I share your concern for your crew.
However, you must agree
that it is not unusual for a starship
to encounter unexplained phenomena.
That is correct.
Therefore, since I can assure you
that I am not the cause of your difficulties
the logical course would be
to have your doctor continue the search.
She is.
It is also a fact that these incidents began
shortly after your arrival.
Is your entire argument
to be based upon mere coincidence?
Is it also coincidence that your wife
and your Chief of Staff are carefully isolating you?
Ah, I believe I see the flaw in your logic.
You are reacting
to their overprotective attitudes toward me.
They are somewhat emotional concerning my age.
Surely, Sakkath cannot be influenced by emotion.
Am I to be blamed for the judgment of a child?
Sakkath is young and inexperienced.
He erred in his assumption that I needed help.
But you needed his help at the concert
or is there possibly some other logical explanation
for what happened that night?
What happened?
I saw you crying.
I do not cry.
I was there. I saw the tears.
You exaggerate, Captain.
I recall only one tear.
So, you were emotionally affected by the music.
That is not possible!
You still haven't answered my question, Sarek.
Is it logical for a Vulcan to cry?
It was late.
I was fatigued, nothing more.
The Legarans trust only me.
They will not meet with any other member of the Federation.
I must be allowed to complete my mission.
There are no other logical solutions!
No other logical solutions?
But, Ambassador, there are always other solutions.
You have said so yourself, many times.
What I meant was that...
Sarek of Vulcan would never be afraid
of looking straight at something he did not want to see.
I warn you.
Your efforts to discredit me will not succeed!
Sarek of Vulcan
never confused what he wanted with the truth.
I will not be spoken to in this manner!
Do I hear anger in your voice?
It would be illogical for a Vulcan to show anger!
It would be illogical! Illogical!
(panting)
Captain's Log, supplemental.
In three hours time
we are scheduled to meet with the Legaran delegation.
However, it is now all too evident
that Ambassador Sarek is in no condition
to proceed with the conference.
RIKER: We're entering the Legaran system, sir.
Shall I have Mr. Worf contact their ambassador?
No.
(sighs)
I will present our regrets
to the Legarans personally.
It's vital that they understand
our reasons for canceling these negotiations.
Captain...
(sighs)
I think you did the right thing.
But at what cost, Number One?
(door chimes)
Come.
Perrin.
I must speak with you, Captain.
I'll be on the Bridge, sir.
How is the Ambassador?
Resting.
I've come to ask you
to reconsider your position.
You know that is impossible.
Sarek is a good man.
He's given the Federation a lifetime of service.
I beg you to let him keep the respect he has earned.
He'll never lose that respect.
Mendrossen and I never wanted to deceive you.
My husband's condition came on him so gradually
it was easy for us to delude ourselves
and pretend that nothing was wrong.
We convinced ourselves
that he could complete this one last task
and end his career with dignity.
Help him, Captain.
Help him regain his pride, his honor.
Believe me, it would give me great pleasure
but there is nothing I can do.
The mission can be saved...
but he needs your help to do it.
A mind-meld...
between the two of us?
Do you realize the dangers involved
in what you are proposing, Captain?
Yes, I do, Ambassador
but I also realize the potential benefits.
We would be linked telepathically--
sharing our thoughts
becoming, in essence, one mind.
Which, for a few hours, should provide
the emotional control you need.
In that time, you can meet with the Legarans
and conclude the treaty.
It is a generous offer, but I must warn you
that while I would gain your stability
you would experience the fierce onslaught of emotions
unleashed by my condition.
Vulcan emotions are extremely intense.
We have learned to suppress them.
No human could control them. They will overwhelm you.
The mind-meld can be a terrible intimacy.
I cannot allow it.
I'm aware of the risks
but it is the only...
logical solution.
Your courage honors me, Captain.
I can't say I approve of this, Jean-Luc.
I didn't expect that you would, Beverly.
I don't suppose I could talk you out of it?
I'm afraid not.
Though I do admit to a certain... trepidation.
Your... your company is much appreciated.
(door chimes)
Come.
I see that you are ready, Captain.
Doctor Crusher will monitor our responses.
A sensible precaution.
My mind to your mind.
Your thoughts
to my thoughts.
Commander, the Legarans are ready to beam aboard.
Very well.
SAREK: Number One?
Please inform the Legaran delegation
that Sarek of Vulcan is on his way to welcome them.
Yes, Ambassador.
I take it the mind-meld was a success.
Yes, all went as planned.
Is Captain Picard all right?
Don't worry, Number One.
And... the Ambassador?
I am myself again.
It has been a long time.
No!
It is...
it is... wrong!
It is wrong!
A lifetime of discipline washed away
and in its place...
(chuckles)
(grunting)
Bedlam.
Bedlam!
(panting)
I'm so old.
There is nothing left
but dry bones...
(voice breaking): dead friends.
Oh... tired.
Oh, so tired.
It will pass, all of it.
Just another hour or so.
You're doing fine, just hold on.
No! This weakness disgusts me!
I hate it!
Where is my logic?
I am betrayed by...
desires.
I... oh...
I want to feel...
I want to feel
everything.
But I am a Vulcan.
I must feel nothing.
(sobbing): Give me back my control.
(slapping table): Jean-Luc!
Per...
Perrin.
Amanda...
I wanted... to give you so much more.
I wanted to show you such...
(gasping)
tenderness.
But that is not our way.
Spock...
Amanda...
did you know...?
Perrin, can you know...
how...
(sputtering): much I...
love you?
I... do...
love you!
(sobbing)
Beverly...
I'm here, Jean-Luc.
I'm not going anywhere.
It's... quite difficult.
The anguish of the man.
Despair...
pouring out of him.
All those feelings.
(sobbing): The regrets...
I can't... stop them.
I can't stop them.
I can't. I can't.
Don't even try.
(sobbing)
RIKER: First Officer's Log, Stardate 43920.7.
Ambassador Sarek has successfully concluded
the negotiations with the Legarans.
The USSMerrimack has arrived
and will transport the Ambassador
and his party back to Vulcan.
I hope your journey aboard theMerrimac will be uneventful.
With the pressures of the conference behind him
I believe I can help him maintain his control
until we return to Vulcan.
What will happen to him then?
The effects of Bendii Syndrome are irreversible.
The medical research will always continue.
Mr. O'Brien, standby for transport.
Aye sir.
Thank you captain.
He loves you
very much.
I know. I've always known.
I will take my leave of you now captain.
I do not think we shall meet again.
I hope you are wrong ambassador.
We shall always retain the best part of the other.
Inside us.
I believe I have the better part of that bargain ambassador.
Peace and long life.
Live long and prosper.