| Captain's log, stardate
51367.2: We've spent the last three days on the Mari homeworld. It's
been a while since we've had the opportunity to make new friends and
the crew seems to be making the most of our stay.
(Paris gets off the transporter pad carrying a large brown package.)
NEELIX: Tom. Been doing a little shopping?
PARIS: It's a present for B'Elanna.
NEELIX: What is it?
PARIS: Well, it's sort of personal.
NEELIX: Of course. Say no more. I'm on my way for a little romantic
(Paris sniffs the air, then Neelix.)
PARIS: Neelix, are you wearing cologne?
NEELIX: Talchok musk. Very enticing scent, don't you think?
PARIS: Well, it certainly is musky.
NEELIX: I'm going to see Talli again.
PARIS: Ooo, that was fast work. Where are you taking her?
NEELIX: Well, actually I haven't gotten that far yet. I'm going to
visit her shop under the pretext of buying some produce for the ship,
and then I thought I'd just sort of segue smoothly into some dinner and
PARIS: Sounds like a good strategy.
NEELIX: Do you really think so? I mean, you used to be quite the lady's
PARIS: Used to be?
NEELIX: I mean, of course, you're involved now, so you won't be
availing yourself of all the beautiful, fascinating and very
open-minded Mari women.
PARIS: Neelix, are you trying to depress me?
NEELIX: I just, I haven't been with anyone since Kes, and I'm feeling a
little rusty. I could use some advice.
PARIS: The best advice I can give you is to just be yourself.
NEELIX: Right. Be myself.
PARIS: Actually, that's the second best piece of advice.
NEELIX: What's the first?
PARIS: Go a little easier on the musk.
(Janeway is haggling over the price of metal ittems.)
JANEWAY: I'm sorry, Mister Guill, but that's my final offer.
GUILL: Actually, Captain, I sense you'd be willing to raise your price
to three hundred renns. Lieutenant Torres needs this resonator coil to
upgrade Voyager's communications systems.
JANEWAY: Wait a minute. I sense you'd be willing to settle for two
GUILL: You must have read my mind.
(A man bumps into Torres, stepping on her foot.)
TORRES: Ow! Ow! Hey!
FRANE: I'm sorry.
GUILL: Are you hurt?
TORRES: No, no, I'm fine. I just wish people would look where they're
GUILL: It's been a pleasure doing business with you.
JANEWAY: I'll finish up here. Why don't you go get Neelix?
(Janeway struggles with the concept of coinage. Neelix is at Talli's fruit stall.)
NEELIX: This is some of the loveliest fruit I've seen in a long time.
TALLI: Actually it's been one of our worst water plum seasons in years.
I don't think you'll find them very sweet.
(Neelix tries one.)
NEELIX: Oh, how wonderfully tart. They'll make excellent preserves.
TALLI: Neelix? Why do you want me to tug on your whiskers?
NEELIX: Excuse me?
TALLI: That is what you're thinking, isn't it? That you'd like me to
tug on your whiskers?
NEELIX: Well, as a matter of fact
TALLI: I'd love to. Do you have time to wait until I close?
NEELIX: Yes, I think I can rearrange my schedule.
(Overlooking the market place. Tuvok is walking with a woman in a blue uniform.)
NIMIRA: I guess you could say I'm becoming obsolete.
TUVOK: In what sense?
NIMIRA: There's virtually no crime left in our society. It took many
years, but just walk through our streets, look around. Violence no
(They go down the stairs to the market place.)
NIMIRA: I'm one of the last officers still working for the
TUVOK: And no doubt one of the best. I'm curious to know more about
your crime prevention methods.
NIMIRA: Under one condition: I want to see Voyager. Learn about your
TUVOK: I am about to perform my daily security rounds. Join me. They
are routine but informative.
TUVOK: The transport site is this way.
NIMIRA [telepathically]: You prefer speaking aloud. Why is that?
TUVOK [telepathically]: I've grown accustomed to it over the years.
There are very few telepaths in Starfleet.
NIMIRA: Whatever you prefer.
TORRES: Neelix? Ready to leave?
NEELIX: Ah, no, ah, you go ahead. We haven't finished examining the
(There is a big clatter and commotion.)
MAN [OC]: Help! Somebody help me please! Stop him! Help me!
(France, the man who bumped into Torres, is smashing the pots on a stall.)
FRANE: This will teach you to watch where you're going, you idiot! You
(Frane attacks the stall holder. Janeway and Neelix disarm him.)
TORRES: Somebody get a doctor!
JANEWAY: Why? Why were you beating that man?
FRANE: I don't know.
(Tuvok and Nimira leave the brig.)
Your brig, it's a puzzling concept. Shutting someone away as
punishment. Do you find that it rehabilitates the prisoner?
TUVOK: The brig is primarily used as a means of ensuring the safety of
NIMIRA: In what sense?
TUVOK: For example, if we find ourselves with a hostile alien in our
custody, we may need to confine the individual until we can locate the
NIMIRA: I see.
TUVOK: And on rare occasions we have been forced to incarcerate a crew
member who has committed a serious infraction.
NIMIRA: I'm surprised that one of your people could be capable of doing
something serious enough to warrant imprisonment.
TUVOK: It's extremely rare. In any case, the brig has been occupied for
less than one percent of our journey.
NIMIRA: Forgive me, Tuvok, but it seems barbaric.
TUVOK [telepathically]: If all species were as enlightened as yours and
mine, there would be no need for prisons.
KIM [OC]: Bridge to Commander Tuvok.
TUVOK: Go ahead, Ensign.
KIM [OC]: Chief Examiner
Nimira's been recalled to the surface. There's been some sort of attack
[OC]: In the marketplace.
I've never seen so much blood before.
NEELIX: It's all right.
TALLI: I heard about someone getting beaten once when I was a little
NEELIX: It's all over now.
TALLI: I had nightmares for weeks.
NEELIX: It's okay. It's all right.
(Neelix comforts Talli.)
JANEWAY: He was confused. He said he didn't realise what he'd done.
TORRES: I don't understand why nobody tried to help him.
NIMIRA: People were shocked. Violence is almost unheard of here. But
when it does occur, we like to investigate thoroughly.
JANEWAY: Can we help?
NIMIRA: Yes. I would like you, Mister Neelix and Lieutenant Torres to
answer some questions.
JANEWAY: You have our complete cooperation.
TUVOK: Chief Examiner, are you suspicious of my colleagues for some
NIMIRA: No, Lieutenant. I'm simply conducting an investigation. Please,
[Chief Examiner's office]
Please, have a seat.
(The seat is a large one, with a device that wraps around the sitter's temples.)
NIMIRA: I will be monitoring your thoughts telepathically
during the interview. This transcription device will log your engrammatic activity so I can review your statement later.
JANEWAY: Let me get this straight. Not only are you going to read my
mind, you're going to record my thoughts.
JANEWAY: I guess it'd be pretty tough to keep a secret from you, hmm?
(Janeway sits. Nimira turns on the device and pulls Janeway's head back against the rest before sitting at her own desk.)
NIMIRA: How long had you been in the market place when the attack
JANEWAY: An hour, maybe a little longer.
NIMIRA: And exactly where were you standing?
NEELIX: Directly across the square.
NIMIRA: From where you were, did you have a clear view of the attack?
NEELIX: Not at first. We just heard yelling, then as we got closer we
saw what was happening.
NIMIRA: What exactly brought you to the market in the first place?
TORRES: Captain Janeway and I had an appointment with Mister Guill.
NIMIRA: For what purpose?
TORRES: We'd met him the day before. He's said he could get a spare
resonator coil for us.
NIMIRA: I see. And the two men involved in the altercation. Had you
seen either of them before?
JANEWAY: I'd never seen the victim, but the attacker. I think he was
the same man who bumped into B'Elanna.
NIMIRA: Bumped into her? Are you certain?
JANEWAY: Yes. They collided accidentally.
NIMIRA: When exactly did this happen?
TORRES: Just as we'd settled on a price.
JANEWAY: He seemed to be in quite a hurry.
NIMIRA: Do you recall what you were thinking at the time?
TORRES: What I was thinking? What does it matter?
NIMIRA: Please, try to remember. It may be important.
JANEWAY: I didn't think about it much, and no one was hurt. And I was
busy trying to sort out the coins. I'm not used to handling currency.
NEELIX: What was I thinking? I was thinking how I can make a delicious
pie with those water plums.
NIMIRA: Are you sure that's all, Mister Neelix?
NEELIX: Yes, of course. What else would I be thinking about?
(Images of Tilla tugging his whispers. Must be similar to oo-mox for Ferengi, I suppose.)
TORRES: I suppose I was a little annoyed.
NIMIRA: Can you be more specific?
TORRES: All right. I guess I was thinking, my foot hurt. I mean, the
idiot stepped right on it.
NIMIRA: Did you call him an idiot?
TORRES: Of course not.
NIMIRA: But you thought it?
TORRES: I guess so.
NIMIRA: Did you also think about retaliating?
TORRES: It was an accident.
NIMIRA: But you said he hurt you. It didn't occur to you to hurt him
TORRES: I'd never do that.
NIMIRA: But you thought about it.
TORRES: How am I supposed to remember?
NIMIRA: Yes or no. Did you think about hurting him? Yes or no?
TORRES: Well, maybe for a split second.
(Image of Torres hitting Frane for treading on her foot.)
TORRES: I mean, he should have been
watching where he was going. But I realised that he didn't do it on
purpose, so I shook it off and I left. Why? What does it matter what I
NIMIRA: Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres, you are under arrest.
TORRES: On what charge?
NIMIRA: Aggravated violent thought resulting in grave bodily harm.
JANEWAY: Are you saying it's a crime to think about violence?
TORRES: That's ridiculous.
NIMIRA: I assure you, it's quite necessary. We were once a society
plagued by violence. When we prohibited hostile thought, crime began to
drop immediately. Over the past three generations, it's all but
TORRES: So you believe that it's all right to tell people what they can
and cannot think?
NIMIRA: It's an irrefutable fact that violent thoughts from others can
lead to violent actions.
JANEWAY: Even if B'Elanna had a violent thought, it was Frane who
attacked that man.
NIMIRA: Which he only did because he telepathically received that
thought from B'Elanna. His mind was contaminated by the image and it
resulted in a loss of control. He may have committed the physical act,
but it was instigated by you.
TORRES: Where we come from, people are responsible for their own
NIMIRA: And here, people are responsible for their own thoughts. I'm
sure you can understand how that's necessary for a race of telepaths.
JANEWAY: Yes, I can.
JANEWAY: I'll accept that your people can be influenced by the thoughts
of others, but there were dozens of people in that square. How can you
be certain it came from B'Elanna?
NIMIRA: The Mari no longer have violent thoughts. It's unlikely any of
them could have been responsible. Besides, the evidence against
B'Elanna is clear. She thought about committing a hostile act.
JANEWAY: I'd like to review that evidence myself, if you don't mind.
NIMIRA: Certainly. But I'm afraid you'll be disappointed.
JANEWAY: What happens to B'Elanna now?
NIMIRA: We have an enlightened penal system here. Unlike some, we don't
lock people away to punish them. You'll be released. Once you've
undergone the engrammatic purge.
TORRES: The what?
NIMIRA: It's a medical procedure that will identify and remove the
offending images from your mind.
NIMIRA: Once identified, the images can be removed from Frane's mind as
JANEWAY: Memory extraction. That's a dangerous procedure.
NIMIRA: There is a risk of neurological damage, but it's necessary for
us to treat Frane.
JANEWAY: Will you at least delay the procedure until I've had the time
to review the evidence? Will you?
NIMIRA: It'll take us about a day to reconfigure our instruments.
That's all the time I can give you.
JANEWAY: That's all the time I'll need.
(Torres is escorted away.)
(Janeway beams up, reading a PADD.)
Captain, we've got to get B'Elanna out of there.
JANEWAY: You know the rules, Tom. We can't pick and choose which laws
we'll respect and which we won't.
Nobody can be expected to control their thoughts.
JANEWAY: Tell that to the Mari.
PARIS: Are you just going to let them put her through this process?
JANEWAY: I'm doing everything I can to stop it. Neelix is going to file
a diplomatic protest, and Tuvok and I will be going over the witness
statements. Maybe we can poke a few holes in the Chief Examiner's case.
PARIS: And if you can't?
JANEWAY: Then let's hope the Doctor can figure out how to reverse an engrammatic purge.
All away personnel have been told to return to the ship as soon as
CHAKOTAY: So much for R and R.
PARIS: Chakotay, we've got to talk.
CHAKOTAY: Have a seat.
CHAKOTAY: I'm sure the captain wouldn't object. What's on your mind?
PARIS: While Tuvok and the captain are reviewing the evidence,
B'Elanna's sitting in a Mari jail cell waiting for some sort of
lobotomy. We can't let that happen.
CHAKOTAY: What did you have in mind?
PARIS: Break her out.
CHAKOTAY: And risk an all-out confrontation with the Mari?
PARIS: They're a bunch of pacifists. They're no match for us.
CHAKOTAY: You're probably right. But before we start resorting to
extreme measures, don't you think we should give the captain a chance
to find a legal solution?
PARIS: By the time that happens, it may be too late.
CHAKOTAY: I'll tell you what. Why don't you come up with a rescue plan,
one that minimises the possibility of violence, and I'll review it.
PARIS: You're just trying to keep me busy, aren't you?
CHAKOTAY: Can you blame me?
PARIS: I'm serious about this, Chakotay.
CHAKOTAY: So am I. If your plan is sound and the captain doesn't have
any luck on her end, I'll recommend we attempt the rescue.
PARIS: Thanks. I'll get right on it.
CHAKOTAY: Tom. I may have let you sit in the captain's chair, but
remember, she's still the boss.
Then you don't accept the Chief Examiner's conclusion?
JANEWAY: I'm not dismissing it. But I'm not going to accept it blindly
TUVOK: I have spent a great deal of time with Nimira over the last few
days. She clearly is a very skilled investigator.
JANEWAY: I'm sure she is.
TUVOK: And this isn't the first time Lieutenant Torres' violent
proclivities have created problems.
JANEWAY: No argument there. But I have a hard time buying that one
fleeting thought makes her responsible for a vicious attack.
TUVOK: From what I've learned, crime here is a result of exposure to
violent thought, much as it was on Vulcan before my people learned to
control their emotions. In my opinion, the Mari should be applauded for
JANEWAY: Well, I'm sure their intentions are admirable, but I'm not
about to let them scramble B'Elanna's brain without a fight.
TUVOK: But we must prepare ourselves for the probability that she will
turn out to be culpable for the crime.
JANEWAY: Maybe so. And then again, maybe not. Take a look at this. I
don't mean to accuse your friend Nimira of being less than thorough,
Tuvok, but don't you find that just the least bit curious?
TUVOK: It concerns the attacker, Mister Frane. According to your own
security records, he was arrested on four previous occasions for
harbouring violent thoughts. You classified him as an habitual
perpetrator of hostile images.
NIMIRA: True. But those thoughts were purged each time. He spent years
in neurogenic restructuring. The records also say he was cured.
TUVOK: Still, it is possible that Frane had a relapse. That he alone is
responsible for his actions in the marketplace.
NIMIRA: Possible, but unlikely. Our engrammatic scans of Frane show
that Lieutenant Torres' thought was prevalent in his mind during the
TUVOK: And you are certain no other violent thoughts were present?
NIMIRA: I'm beginning to feel like I'm the one being investigated.
TUVOK: I am simply exploring all logical options. As a fellow law
enforcement officer, you should understand that.
NIMIRA: I do. And I'm willing to share my findings with you. But if
you're trying to prove your crewmate's innocence, you're too late. The
case is closed. Do you think that this is easy for me? I don't want to
harm B'Elanna, but I don't have a choice. That thought has to be
contained, otherwise we risk further violence, maybe even a city wide
panic. You told me your people spent centuries learning how to control
their violent impulses. I know we haven't achieved your level of
discipline, but we're trying. I thought you'd understand.
TUVOK: I am not judging your culture. In fact, I admire it. I have
enjoyed your company in particular. But I cannot abandon my
responsibility to B'Elanna. I must continue my own investigation.
NIMIRA: Go right ahead. But I intend to proceed with the engrammatic
(Neelix and Seven are packing objects.)
Telepathy. I don't like it, never have. It's bad for negotiations, it's
bad for relationships, and it's certainly been bad for B'Elanna.
SEVEN: The fault was her own.
NEELIX: What are you talking about?
SEVEN: She was careless with her thoughts. The result was violence.
NEELIX: B'Elanna's not used to being around telepaths. That doesn't
make her guilty.
SEVEN: Then her crime was ignorance. A common affliction among your
NEELIX: What's that supposed to mean?
SEVEN: You make contact with alien species without sufficient
understanding of their nature. As a result, Voyager's directive to seek
out new civilisations often ends in conflict.
NEELIX: What you call ignorance, we call exploration. And sometimes it
means taking a few risks. But it's certainly better than assimilating
everything in your path.
SEVEN: Your goal is to share knowledge. Assimilation is the perfect
means of attaining that goal.
(An older woman goes to the fruit stall.)
TALLI: Good morning, Miss Tembit. Your usual selection?
TEMBIT: Yes, please.
TALLI: Okay. (Talli drops a fruit.)
TALLI: Oh, I'm so sorry.
(There is a flash of Frane and Torres.)
TEMBIT: Idiot! Watch what you're doing!
picks up a knife.There is a scream. Seven and Neelix rush over to see
Tembit standing over Talli, bloodied knife in hand.)
NEELIX: She's dead.
I can't believe she'd dead.
TUVOK: I know this is difficult for you, Mister Neelix, but try to
recount for me everything that happened.
NEELIX: Seven and I were packing to return to the ship. We heard a
scream. I went running. The old lady was just standing over Talli's
body holding the bloody knife in her hand. I didn't even get a chance
to say goodbye.
TUVOK: Did the old woman say anything?
NEELIX: Not that I remember. She was as shocked and confused as anyone
else. Do you think this is somehow connected with the other attack?
TUVOK: I am not certain. But it strikes me as more than coincidence that
two violent altercations have occurred within two days in a city which
purports to have eliminated virtually all crime.
CREWMAN: [OC]: Bridge to Commander Tuvok.
TUVOK: Tuvok here.
CREWMAN [OC]: Chief Examiner Nimira wants to see you. She's requesting
permission to transport aboard.
TUVOK: Permission granted. Have her escorted to the briefing room.
Tuvok out. We will continue later.
NEELIX: Commander. She was a wonderful young woman. Whoever's
responsible for her death, find them and see that they're brought to
TUVOK: I will do my best, Mister Neelix.
(Tuvok is already there when Nimira is escorted in.)
Thanks for seeing me.
TUVOK: I heard what happened. Do you have any idea what caused this
NIMIRA: I just finished interviewing the old woman.
NIMIRA: She attacked the victim in response to the same violent thought
that motivated the previous beating.
TUVOK: B'Elanna's thought? But both she and Frane are in custody. How
could the thought have been passed to anyone else?
NIMIRA: I don't know. That's why I'm here. I need your help.
TUVOK: Then you shall have it.
NIMIRA: Thank you. I don't know why that thought is still contaminating
people, but I have got to put a stop to it. I've never dealt with a
murder before, but you've had experience with homicide investigations.
TUVOK: I have.
NIMIRA: I thought I would start by tracing the old woman's whereabouts
for the past few days to see where she might have encountered the
TUVOK: A wise choice. In the meantime, I would like to interview
B'Elanna more extensively. Perhaps a fresh perspective might uncover
facts you hadn't considered.
NIMIRA: I'll arrange it immediately.
[Chief Examiner's office]
I'm not sure I like the idea of a mind meld any better than an engrammatic purge.
TUVOK: It will be a limited meld. I will focus exclusively on your
memories of the events surrounding the crime. It poses no danger. Are
you ready? Your mind to my mind. Your thoughts to my thoughts. Recall
your encounter with Mister Frane. He bumped into you. What happened
TORRES: I guess that's when I had the thought about hitting him.
TUVOK: And after that?
TORRES: Guill came over and asked if I was hurt.
TUVOK: And what were you thinking at that moment?
TUVOK: I'm sensing something more to the encounter than what you've
told me. Try to recall. It may be important.
TORRES: Well, he was just holding me by the shoulders.
TUVOK: You said he'd been reading your mind during the negotiation. Was
he still doing it?
TORRES: I don't know.
TUVOK: You experienced negative feelings about him.
TORRES: He gave me the creeps.
TUVOK: In what sense?
TORRES: He wanted something. Something terrible.
(Torres breaks the meld.)
TORRES: What the hell? Why
didn't I remember that before?
TUVOK: You may be recalling an unconscious thought you had at the time,
or an intuition. Perhaps I should ask Mister Guill.
Mister Guill. I'm Commander Tuvok, Voyager's Chief of Security.
GUILL: My children get upset when I'm late for supper. If you're here
to do business we can make an appointment for tomorrow.
TUVOK: I'm here to talk to you about the attack.
GUILL: Why me?
TUVOK: My crewmate, Lieutenant Torres, has been charged with the crime.
I believe you're acquainted with her.
GUILL: Lieutenant Torres, yes. She was arrested?
TUVOK: The Chief Examiner believes it was her violent thought which
prompted the beating.
GUILL: Ah. She seemed like such a pleasant young woman.
TUVOK: Apparently she was almost knocked over while doing business with
you. Do you recall that?
GUILL: Yes. A man accidentally ran into her. You're not like the others
from your ship, are you? You're a telepath.
TUVOK: That is correct.
GUILL: Why are you so curious about what happened?
TUVOK: I am conducting my own investigation of the crime.
GUILL: I see. For a moment I thought you had another reason for asking.
You struggle with violent thoughts as well. Terrible images, but
they're hidden deep within your mind.
TUVOK: I am in control of those images. All members of the Vulcan race
learn to inhibit emotions. If my unconscious thoughts are disturbing
you, I will attempt to suppress them further.
GUILL: No, please, don't trouble yourself. I can't see them clearly
enough to be affected.
TUVOK: I sense that you are fascinated with my unconscious thoughts.
That you would like to see more of them if you could.
GUILL: No. I was just thinking, maybe I could help you.
TUVOK: Help me?
GUILL: In learning how to deal with these dark impulses.
TUVOK: No, thank you. I have sufficient means of controlling them.
GUILL: I'm sure you do. Any other questions?
GUILL: Then if you'll excuse me, I really can't be late for the table.
(Guill heads down some steps, and Tuvok follows at a discreet distance.
Guill meets another man in a shadowy place.)
Do you have the money?
MALIN: Three thousand renns.
GUILL: I have something exciting for you tonight.
(Guill and Malin walk on, then step out of a shadow in front of Tuvok.)
GUILL: Why are you following
TUVOK: I was thinking abut what you said. Your interest in my
unconscious thoughts. Perhaps we could help each other.
GUILL: How would we do that?
TUVOK: By telepathically exchanging violent images. That is what you
want, isn't it? To see what's buried in my unconscious.
MALIN: Who is he?
GUILL: Quiet. Why should I trust you?
TUVOK: Because you know we are very much alike. Perhaps I was mistaken.
GUILL: Wait. Maybe we can be of use to each other, but you'll have to
get rid of this.
(Tuvok throws his comm. badge onto the ground.)
GUILL: Come back later, Malin. If I'm right, I'll have
thoughts to share that are darker than anything you could imagine.
of a dagger striking flesh, an alien sinking its teeth into an arm,
someone being engulfed in a plasma fire, a Dobermann barking, security
men shooting, something Cube-like exploding. Guill has his
fingers on Tuvok's forehead.)
GUILL: Now. Show me.
TUVOK: I'll need a few moments to recover.
GUILL: I'm surprised you're so easily tired. Your telepathic abilities
TUVOK: It is not often that I exercise those skills.
GUILL: There must be violent thoughts to be had from your shipmates,
whether they want to share them or not. After all, they couldn't stop a
telepath from probing their minds, could they?
TUVOK: Is that how you acquire your merchandise?
GUILL: Sometimes I buy, sometimes I find a person like you who's
willing to share, and yes, when the opportunity presents itself, I take
what I need.
TUVOK: Which is what you did to Lieutenant Torres.
GUILL: Frane took her thought, not me.
TUVOK: So you know Mister Frane?
GUILL: Only casually.
TUVOK: Well enough to be in business with him?
GUILL: Why do you ask?
TUVOK: I am interested in the thought he acquired from B'Elanna. Her
violent tendencies have always fascinated me, yet I've never succeeded
in probing her mind. If you could help me purchase that thought
GUILL: It's impossible. Frane's already had it purged.
TUVOK: Odd. I was certain you possessed it.
TUVOK: Didn't you extract the thought from B'Elanna as well just after
she collided with Frane?
TUVOK: I re-evaluated B'Elanna's memories of the incident. She remembers
that you probed her mind.
GUILL: She remembers incorrectly.
TUVOK: Perhaps. Or perhaps you did extract that image, which would
explain why that same thought is still in circulation. Why it prompted
a murder this morning.
GUILL: Enough! It's time you gave me what you promised.
TUVOK: The only person you'll be sharing thoughts with tonight is the
MALIN: Where are you going?
TUVOK: Stand aside.
GUILL: Tuvok's taking me into custody.
(Malin attacks Tuvok. Guill joins in and they overpower him.)
CHAKOTAY: Still no sign of him.
JANEWAY: Try a multiphasic bioscan.
KIM: We're being hailed, Captain. It's Nimira.
JANEWAY: On screen. Chief Examiner, have you had any luck locating
NIMIRA [on viewscreen]: I'm afraid not.
JANEWAY: I'd like to send a search party.
NIMIRA [on viewscreen]: I can't allow that.
JANEWAY: Why not?
NIMIRA [on viewscreen]: We can't risk further violations of our laws.
PARIS: That's ridiculous.
JANEWAY: Tom. I really don't think we pose a serious threat.
NIMIRA [on viewscreen]: There's nothing more to discuss. Lieutenant
Torres will be purged, then returned to you.
PARIS: Captain, you can't let them do that.
NIMIRA [on viewscreen]: The decision's been made. I'm sorry.
[Chief Examiner's office]
(Torres is dragged in, in handcuffs.)
Let go of me.
NIMIRA: B'Elanna, please. Try to relax.
TORRES: Oh, you have got to be kidding.
NIMIRA: Sedate her.
TORRES: No. Wait.
(She is injected and strapped into the chair.)
(The engrammatic purge begins.)
(Guill and Malin are half-carrying the battered Vulcan.)
You won't escape punishment for your crimes.
TUVOK: You are responsible for a death.
GUILL: I never meant that to happen. The old woman begged me for that
thought. I had to help her. Here.
(They sit him down.)
TUVOK: You're justifying murder.
GUILL: Enough. Malin, hold him still. Now, show me.
(Screaming people, a man burning alive, a Kradin.)
GUILL: You're holding
back. I haven't seen the best of it yet, have I?
GUILL: Then show me.
TUVOK: If I show you, will you let me go?
TUVOK: Come in closer.
(Tuvok grabs Guill's head.)
TUVOK: Don't be alarmed. This will allow you to see
the deepest recesses of my mind. My mind to your mind. My thoughts to
GUILL: Yes. Good. This is the side of you I wanted to know.
(Guill sees himself retreating from an oncoming Tuvok, who then grabs his throat and squeezes.)
TUVOK: We are locked in a Vulcan mind meld. You don't understand the
truth of violence. Its darkness, its power.
GUILL: Please, stop.
(Guill passes out.)
[Chief Examiner's office]
Increase the electrochemical displacement, but be very careful with the
synaptic potentials. One miscalculation and we could permanently damage
her cerebral cortex.
MARI OFFICIAL [OC]: Communications Centre to Chief Examiner Nimira.
MARI OFFICIAL [OC]: Captain Janeway insists on speaking with you. She
says it's extremely urgent.
NIMIRA: Relay her signal. What is it, Captain?
JANEWAY [OC]: It's imperative that you discontinue Lieutenant Torres' engrammatic extraction immediately.
JANEWAY: Commander Tuvok has found new evidence which proves her
(Tuvok is beamed aboard without his comm. badge..)
(Nimira is shown in.)
I hope this interruption is justified. Suspending an engrammatic purge
once it's begun is highly irregular.
JANEWAY: Then let's not waste any more time. Commander.
TUVOK: I have discovered that Guill and Frane are responsible for the
beating in the marketplace, and consequently for Talli's murder.
NIMIRA: Guill, the merchant?
TUVOK: That is correct.
NIMIRA: What possible involvement could he have? It was Frane who acted
on the violent thought.
TUVOK: That is not in dispute. However, Lieutenant Torres' thought was
not transferred accidentally.
NIMIRA: I don't understand.
TUVOK: When Guill first met Lieutenant Torres, he sensed strong, violent
tendencies within her. A potential for mental imagery which interested
him. In order to exploit that potential, he conspired with Frane to
provoke B'Elanna. They wanted to trigger a violent thought so they
could telepathically draw it from her mind.
NIMIRA: I can't believe that.
TUVOK: It is precisely what happened. Unfortunately, they
underestimated the intensity of the thought. It was more powerful than
anything either of them had ever experienced. As a result, Frane lost
control and attacked the victim.
NIMIRA: Why would peaceful men like Guill and Frane want to subject
themselves to such hostile images?
TUVOK: My investigation has uncovered a rather disturbing side of Mari
society. A black market if you will, in which many of your citizens
trade in illicit mental imagery. Guill is a very prominent figure in
this underground. Or was, until I brought him into custody.
NIMIRA: Why would any of my people want to indulge in that kind of
JANEWAY: Apparently, outlawing violent thought hasn't made it go away.
All you've done is force people to share it in back alleys.
TUVOK: It seems you have a somewhat more serious problem than the
random thoughts of a single alien.
NIMIRA: Even if I believed you, I'm not sure anyone else would.
TUVOK: Then I suggest you interrogate Guill yourselves. His engrammatic record will undoubtedly confirm what I've told you.
NIMIRA: Where is he now?
TUVOK: We have him confined, in our brig.
Captain's log, supplemental. Chief Examiner Nimira has taken custody of
Mister Guill. Whether his arrest will lead to reforms in the Mari
justice system is anyone's guess. In the meantime, the Doctor is
treating Lieutenant Torres and Commander Tuvok.
Fortunately the Mari didn't get very far with the procedure. You can
return to duty, Lieutenant, though perhaps with one or two fewer
violent engrams in that fiery head of yours.
TORRES: It's all right, Doc. There are plenty more where those came
EMH: Duly warned.
TORRES: Thanks for getting me out of there.
TUVOK: I was merely pursuing the truth.
TORRES: So, if I was responsible for passing that thought you would have
let them lobotomise me?
It is incumbent upon us to respect the laws of the societies we visit.
TORRES: So, you still a fan of the Mari legal system?
TUVOK: My views have been somewhat modified.
TORRES: Then you're not going to lecture me about losing my temper?
TUVOK: If you must know, investigating this case has given me a new
respect for your inner struggle.
TUVOK: Burdened as you are by your primitive Klingon psyche, it is a
wonder you are able to keep your violent thoughts under control as much
as you do.
TORRES: Thanks. I think.
TUVOK: You're welcome. Of course, there are various Vulcan techniques
which could help you increase your self-control.
TORRES: You don't say.
(Seven walks in while Janeway is sitting by the window, reading a PADD and sipping a cup of coffee.)
JANEWAY: Come in.
SEVEN: I must speak with you.
JANEWAY: Of course. Have a seat.
SEVEN: I prefer to stand.
JANEWAY: I keep forgetting.
SEVEN: You once encouraged me to express my opinions if I had something
relevant to say.
JANEWAY: Go right ahead.
SEVEN: You wish to return this vessel to the Alpha Quadrant, and yet you
are following Starfleet protocol regarding first contact. The two
objectives are incompatible.
JANEWAY: How so?
SEVEN: Your philosophy of exploration exposes Voyager to constant risk.
If you maintain a direct course to Earth and avoid all extraneous
contact with alien species, it will increase your chances of survival.
JANEWAY: Well, that would make a dull ride home.
JANEWAY: We seek out new races because we want to, not because we're
following protocols. We have an insatiable curiosity about the
SEVEN: Your Chief Engineer and Security Officer were nearly lost today.
That is unacceptable.
JANEWAY: To you, maybe, but not to me or my crew. Our experience with
the Mari gave us an insight into a culture we've never encountered.
SEVEN: But that is irrelevant.
JANEWAY: No. It's how we gain knowledge.
SEVEN: Then we are in disagreement.
JANEWAY: Good. I dread the day when everyone on this ship agrees with
me. I thank you for your opinion but our mission is not going to
(Seven walks out.)