"Game!" "Why don't we make it interesting this time?" "Let's add some table stakes." "What kind of stakes?" "I don't know." "Mmm... a couple of replicator rations, maybe?" "Don't do it, Harry." "He's hustling you." "Wait a minute." "Are you saying he deliberately let me win?" "That would be dishonest, Harry." "I won that game-- and I'II beat you again." "How many rations are you willing to bet on that?" "Come on, Harry." "Go for it." "A week's worth." "Harry, Harry, Harry." "Never, ever play with anyone-- not even your best friend-- if he says, "Let's make it interesting."" "Now, you want a little action?" "I'II give you a little action." "How about an honest game of chance?" "Never play with anyone-- even your best friend-- if he offers you" ""an honest game of chance," Harry." "One replicator ration is all it takes to play and the only thing you have to do to win is pick a number." "Just predict what the radiogenic particle count will be at 1200 hours tomorrow, and if you hit, the pot is yours... minus a small handling fee for the bank, of course." "I'II take a piece of that." "Harry, get a padd." "Take down these names and numbers." "I'm in, too." "Lewis-- 2100." "I'II back that bet up." "Rogers..." "Ensign Hogan, still no luck with the warp drive?" "No, Lieutenant." "The manifold just won't fire up." "We've finally narrowed it down to some kind of a problem in EPS Conduit 141." "Was there any indication yesterday that there was something wrong?" "Suder was monitoring the EPS flow in the CCF." "He says everything was fine." "well, I guess we'II just have to get in there and track it down." "Happy Kal Rekk, Mr. VuIcan." "The holiday of Kal Rekk is not for two weeks." "But it's the Kal Rekk season." "There is no Kal Rekk season." "Kal Rekk is a day of atonement, solitude and silence." "Atonement." "solitude." "AII your VuIcan holidays are the same." "I've been doing some research." "I know." "Why would you need to do research on VuIcan holidays?" "It's part of my job as morale officer." "morale is irrelevant to a vulcan." "Oh, please!" "There's no one on this ship requires my services more than you do." "I will not rest until I see you smile." "Then you will not rest." "I don't suppose you've ever heard of the vulcan Rumarie?" "The Rumarie is an ancient pagan festival." "full of barely clothed VuIcan men and women, covered in slippery RiIIan grease, chasing one another." "That has not been observed for a millennium." "well, it's time to bring it back." "Lieutenant Tuvok, report to Engineering immediately." "acknowledged." "I've been thinking of a Rumarie theme for the Mess hall next week" "lots of high-fat, greasy foods, and if people want to take off their clothes and chase one another... well, it certainly wouldn't hurt morale around here." "Is there a problem, Lieutenant?" "98 percent of his body suffered third-degree plasma burns." "If the circuit hadn't failed, he would have been vaporized." "It appeared that Mr. Darwin had entered the conduit to repair a faulty circuit when the accident occurred." "A perfectly good theory." "unfortunately, it's wrong." "This contusion is the result of a hard blow to the back of the skull." "Perhaps he fell and hit his head in the conduit." "The coup-contrecoup pattern of breakage should tell us whether the blow is a result of a moving head hitting a stationary object or a moving object hitting a stationary head." "In this case, the pattern clearly indicates the latter." "I'm sorry to report Crewman Darwin was murdered." "At first glance, there is no obvious motive." "Crewman Darwin didn't have any known enemies on board." "I've been looking over his StarfIeet record." "His training instructor recommended him as an officer's candidate." "He turned it down to come with us." "He has three sisters back home." "Sorry I'm late." "These are the duty logs from last night." "Lon Suder was the only one in Engineering when Frank Darwin came on duty." "Something wrong?" "No, not really." "I've just never been comfortable with Suder." "That's all." "It's not Iike he ever did anything wrong, it's just..." "As a Maquis, he did what he had to do a little too well." "As in?" "As in killing Cardassians." "I don't recall observing anything unusual about Mr. Suder's behavior while I was on your ship." "You weren't with him in battle." "Around us, he was the quietest most unassuming guy you'II ever meet." "typical Betazoid." "Kept to himself." "I never knew much about him." "In the Maquis, we didn't ask for resumes." "We needed all the help we could get." "A Iot us were doing what we were doing to protect our families, but Suder had his own reasons." "I wish I couId tell you what they were." "In combat, there was something in his eyes." "Maybe he had something personal against Cardassians." "Sometimes I had to pull him back-- stop him from going too far." "And once or twice when I did, he looked at me with those cold eyes and I just knew, he was this far away from killing me." "I find it curious that none of this was included in your initial crew evaluation, Commander." "I don't put down hunches or bad feelings in my crew evaluations, Lieutenant." "A VuIcan should appreciate that." "Considering the fact that your Maquis crew included maIcontents, outlaws and mercenaries," "I believe it wouId have been appropriate." "I wasn't going to make it harder for any of them here." "Suder did his job when he was serving with me and he's done his job since he's been on this ship." "It seems clear where your investigation should begin, Lieutenant." "You wish to see me, Mr. Tuvok?" "Sit down." "You were alone in Engineering when Crewman Darwin reported for duty last night." "Yes, sir." "Did you speak to him?" "No, we just sort of looked at each other and he did whatever he had to do and I did what I had to do." "And what was that?" "I was, um, running a fueI-consumption analysis for Lieutenant Torres." "She can tell you." "Are you accusing me of killing him?" "I have accused no one at this time." "Did you kill Crewman Darwin?" "No." "No, I barely knew him." "You know, just because I'm a Maquis doesn't make me a killer." "I'II be speaking to everyone in Engineering-- perhaps everyone on this ship-- not just former members of the Maquis." "We all know how you feel about the Maquis." "I assure you, I have no feelings about the Maquis." "No, you just spied on us and were going to turn us all over to StarfIeet." "As hard as it may be for you to understand, that did not require any feelings on my part." "The Doctor places the time of death at 2214." "Do you remember what you were doing then?" "I was still running the fuel analysis." "I worked on it until I went off duty." "would you be surprised to know that your console was logged off at 2209?" "That's not possible." "Do you have a criminal record, Mr. Suder?" "Now, that would be sort of difficult to check on, wouldn't it?" "Why would you have any reason to lie?" "I don't." "Do you have a criminal record?" "No." "How would you describe your relationship with Crewman Darwin?" "I had no relationship." "No disagreements?" "No." "No fights?" "No." "No reason to kill him?" "No." "You're dismissed, Crewman." "I may have more questions for you later." "Med Lab to Lieutenant Tuvok." "Go ahead, Doctor." "I think I've found something that will help you." "Do you see the DNA strands on the lower border?" "Yes." "They were retrieved from inside the head wound by nanites that I designed to recognize unusual DNA patterns." "This DNA was isolated because it didn't belong to the victim." "Have you matched it to a member of the crew?" "Are you certain?" "DNA doesn't know how to lie, Lieutenant." "I must advise you that under StarfIeet Directive 101, you do not have to answer any questions." "No." "No, there's no point in denying it anymore." "Uh..." "I used a two-kiIo coiI spanner." "He was sitting at the impulse system control panel." "Didn't even look up when I moved in behind him and I swung the spanner as hard as I couId." "Crewman, I suggest you speak to counsel." "There was practically no blood." "I was surprised at that." "I figured that the EPS conduit was the easiest way to dispose of the body, but..." "I must have damaged one of the circuits when I put him inside." "Oh." "I hid the spanner behind a com line access panel on Deck 7." "Why did you kill him, Mr. Suder?" "No reason." "That is not a satisfactory answer." "You must have had some motive." "I didn't like the way he looked at me." "No doubt about it." "This is the murder weapon." "Mr. Suder is apparently telling the truth." "You don't seem satisfied, Lieutenant." "No." "You have a confession and the murder weapon." "And no established motive." "Does it matter?" "A crime must have a logical purpose." "Ah, yes, I see-- how to close the case without understanding the logic of the crime." "For a vulcan that would be a dilemma, wouldn't it?" "Doctor, is it possible that Mr. Suder is psychotic?" "I doubt it." "Kes, call up his genetic profile." "The neuro-genetic markers are normal." "There's no tendency toward bipolar disorder." "So he's not insane, per se." "What do the elevated norepinephrine levels suggest?" "Aggressive, even violent tendencies." "Why didn't you report this immediately after your examination, Doctor?" "These readings are not significantly different from those of the other Maquis crewmen." "obviously, it takes a certain personality type to be attracted to the life of an outlaw." "Don't you believe his confession, Tuvok?" "In fact, I do." "nevertheless, my job is not finished until I determine a motive." "And what if there was no motive?" "One may not recognize the motivation, but there is always motivation." "I think you are trapped in your own VuIcan logic, Lieutenant." "AII of us have violent instincts." "We have evolved from predators." "well, not me, of course." "I've just been programmed by you predators." "The question is, in a civilized world, can we suppress those instincts?" "Most of the time, we can." "VuIcans certainly can." "You've got your violent feelings buried underneath centuries of control, but the rest of the humanoid races aren't always so skilled at seIf-discipIine." "Crewman Suder may have violent impulses that he just can't control." "Do you believe that a look by Mr. Darwin could provoke such a violent reaction?" "It has been known to happen." "I do not accept that explanation." "I already told you why I killed him, Lieutenant." "You didn't like the way he looked at you." "Right." "Just how did he look at you?" "Like a Iot of people in starfleet do." "So this murder could in fact be explained as an outburst of rage against StarfIeet." "Look, if that's how you want to look at this..." "I want the truth." "I don't like StarfIeet." "I won't deny that." "But..." "Yes?" "I have killed people who weren't in starfleet for the same reason" "I did not Iike the way they looked at me." "I've thought about killing you, Lieutenant." "In my case, you have a motive-- my previous mission as a spy, my role as your accuser-- but to my knowledge," "Crewman Darwin had done nothing to you." "That's true." "Then why choose him as a victim?" "I don't know." "Do you feel remorse?" "I don't seem to feel anything at all." "Most Betazoids can sense other people's emotions..." "I can't even sense my own." "So what's going to happen to me now?" "I'II have to discuss that with the Captain." "I know what I'd do if I were her." "Guess I'm lucky." "The Federation doesn't execute people." "It is important that I understand why you killed Mr. Darwin." "I wish I couId help you, Lieutenant." "You can-- and indirectly, I may be able to help you, as well." "Do you know what a mind-meId is?" "It's that..." "vulcan thing where you grab someone's head." "We would be telepathically Iinked-- exchanging our thoughts-- in essence, becoming one mind." "One mind?" "You and me?" "I wouldn't recommend that, Lieutenant." "It is not without risk, but as a vulcan, I have internal processes that allow me to control violent instincts." "I believe I will be able to suppress whatever feelings I draw from you." "And how will I be helped by all this?" "It is likely that you will gain, at Ieast for a time, some of my seIf-discipIine to better control your own violent nature." "What do I have to do?" "release the force field." "My mind to your mind... your thoughts to my thoughts..." "Radiogenic particle density at the measured coordinates was 1873 per cubic meter." "And the winner of 16 replicator rations in the Paris radiogenic sweepstakes is..." "Shh." "Shh." "Computer?" "There is no winner today." "What?" "No winner?" "Computer, are you positive?" "Try your luck again." "Tomorrow you could be a winner." "Very funny." "You heard the little lady." "Try your luck again, folks." "The pot grows daily until we have a winner." "Enter your name on the padd and pick a number." "Can I buy you lunch, Mr. Kim?" "I have an extra ration today." "Two, by my count." "Ten percent of the day's action." "The only one who wins every day is you." "I think I'II have some prime rib-- medium rare-- mashed potatoes, creamed spinach." "And maybe some Yorkshire pudding... and a raktajino with whipped cream on top." "...so it ultimately turned out to be a worthwhile and enlightening experience." "Did you get any of the answers you were after?" "It is difficult for me to accept, Captain, but Mr. Suder was telling the truth as he knew it." "He is a man with an incredibly violent nature," "living in an environment without any outlet to express it." "I am surprised he was able to maintain his seIf-controI for as long as he did." "I guess in his earlier life, he always found ways to release those impuIses" "like volunteering for the Maquis." "What do we do with him?" "If we were home, he'd be sent to prison." "The brig is the closest thing we have, but I don't think we can just leave him down in our dungeon for the rest of the trip." "Nor would it be appropriate to leave him in the custody of someone in this Quadrant." "I agree." "Captain... he is prepared to die for his crime." "An execution?" "You're not seriously suggesting that we..." "I only mention it because of the extenuating circumstances and because he feels it wouId be an appropriate punishment." "I don't." "I prefer to rehabilitate him, not to end his life." "We'II confine him to quarters." "Work with Kim to install maximum-security containment." "Pardon me, Captain, but allowing him the comfort of his own quarters doesn't seem an appropriate punishment for murder." "If we don't get home soon, he'II be in that room a Iong time, Mr. Tuvok." "I think this is the best we can do under these circumstances." "Crewman Darwin's three sisters might not agree." "How is Suder since the mind-meId?" "Quite calm and controlled." "clearly, the meld initiated some high cortical activity in his brain." "And you, Tuvok, any adverse effects?" "I will admit that I am more disconcerted than I anticipated." "Why don't you take a day or two off for meditation?" "Thank you, but I am already taking steps to purge these residual feelings." "I don't believe time off will be necessary." "I will, of course, advise you of any further complications." "Tuvok." "Take care of yourself." "I would prefer to be alone." "Okay." "AII right." "Far be it from me to bother anyone." "If you really want me to leave, I'II leave." "I really want you to leave." "I don't believe you." "Your voice says "go away,"" "but your heart wants me to make you smile." "please, go away." "Come on-- a little smile." "How is it going to hurt?" "I won't tell anyone." "What must I do to convince you to stop?" "Come on." "Just a little, itty-bitty smile." "Just let the mouth curl a little there." "That's..." "There's an old TaIaxian song my mother used to sing me as a child." "I'm going to sing it to you every day from now on." "It goes..." "Mr. VuIcan, I..." "Oh, I can't breath..." "Can't..." "I can't breath..." "I'm sorry if I..." "Computer, end hoIodeck program." "particle density at the measured coordinates was 1415 per cubic meter." "And the winner is?" "Computer?" "Computer?" "There won't be any more winners." "Oh, come on, Chakotay." "We were just having a little fun." "The recreational facilities of the delta Quadrant being what they are." "I've heard you're responsible for this, Lieutenant." "I didn't think StarfIeet would have a problem with it." "With a senior officer running a gambling operation and skimming profits from each day's proceeds?" "Now, why would StarfIeet have a problem with that?" "Since you all seem to have extra replicator rations, you won't be needing these." "Today's pot is hereby confiscated." "The Captain's put a Iot of faith in you, Mr. Paris." "She'II be disappointed." "You're on report." "Now, there's a tough job-- filling out reports." "But somebody's got to do it." "Thanks a Iot." "I did not hear you come in, Lieutenant." "How are you feeling?" "Centered." "Don't be misled." "Your violent instincts still exist." "You are simply suppressing them as VuIcans do." "I can feel the difference." "It is almost as if I can observe the violence inside me without letting it get too close." "It is quite remarkable what you VuIcans have learned to do." "Understand that this will not be a permanent change, unless you commit to a strict daily regime of meditation and mental exercise." "I also believe that a series of hoIodeck programs designed to allow your violent tendencies to be released in a safe environment may help to purge your aggressive impulses." "holographic violence does not give the same... sensation as the real thing." "I've tried it." "Has anyone ever suggested targeted neuro-synaptic therapy?" "That didn't work either." "Our Doctor is programmed with the medical knowledge of every Federation world." "Perhaps he'II know of some treatment you haven't tried." "Since the meld, I feel capable of controlling myself." "Perhaps with your help, I can learn to stay this way." "It must be difficult for you." "difficult?" "Knowing violence as I've known it." "I have studied violence for over 100 years." "Studying it and knowing it are two different things, aren't they?" "It's attractive, isn't it?" "Attractive?" "violence." "On the contrary." "I find it disturbing." "You're right." "It is disturbing-- never knowing when that impulse may come, or whether or not you can control it when it does." "You live on the edge of every moment and yet, in its own way, violence is attractive, too." "Maybe because it doesn't require logic." "Perhaps that's why it's so liberating." "Ironic, isn't it-- that I can share with you, of all people, what I have hidden from everyone all my Iife." "Can we do it again, Tuvok?" "Again?" "MeId." "That would not be advisable." "I understand." "really, I do." "I have thought about it a Iot." "In a way, a mind-meId is almost an act of violence, isn't it?" "I don't understand why you would..." "Penetration." "Your will dissolving mine." "The joining." "It seems to me that a mind-meId might be fatal if you lost control." "Computer, place IeveI-1 security seals on this room." "acknowledged." "Security seals in place." "delete security clearance:" "Tuvok-one-four-nine-four-Iambda." "Specified security clearance deleted." "please inform the Captain that I am no Ionger fit for duty." "acknowledged." "Computer, lift the security seal from Lieutenant Tuvok's quarters." "Wait here." "I would advise you not to enter, Captain." "Tuvok." "please, do not come any closer." "talk to me." "I said... don't come any closer." "We need to get you to Sick Bay." "It would be safer for the crew if I were to remain in these quarters." "I remind you, I am trained in the martial arts of many alpha Quadrant cultures." "Sitting here, attempting to meditate," "I have counted the number of ways" "I know of killing someone using just a finger, a hand... a foot..." "I had reached 94 when you entered." "The Doctor is fully versed in vulcan medicine." "Again, for safety reasons," "I recommend you sedate me before you initiate transport." "levels of neuropeptides in the limbic system are down 15 percent." "There's a definite neuro-chemicaI imbalance in the mesiofrontaI cortex." "Which means what?" "That's where the vulcan psycho-suppression systems are located." "This may be the result of a incompatibility with the Betazoid telepathic neural center." "I'm not sure." "vulcan mind-meIds... utter foolishness." "Anybody with an ounce of sense wouldn't share his brain with someone else." "would you?" "I certainly wouldn't." "And of course, when something goes wrong-- and believe me, it does more often than they'd Iike to admit-- the first thing they call out is, "Doctor?"" "Can you help him?" "I wish I couId tell you." "There's a recommended course of treatments that should begin immediately." "What does it involve?" "First, we have to take away his ability to control his violence." "We do this in short bursts over a period of time and hope it provides a shock to his system." "If it works, his own neural controls will take over again." "I believe we're about ready." "Revive him." "Something has changed." "We've temporarily removed all of your emotional suppression abilities, Lieutenant." "How do you feel?" "I... feel." "Tuvok, do you know where you are?" "Of course I know where I am, Captain." "I'm just not sure I know..." "who I am." "Try to relax." "The treatment still has about three minutes to go." "Oh, it must be working because I feel very strong." "Very... powerful." "Quite euphoric." "This must be how my ancestors felt." "Doctor, would you consider allowing me to remain this way for a while?" "It would be a valuable opportunity for me to study primal VuIcan behavior." "Sorry, I'm not prepared to do that." "The course of treatment is very specific." "You are not invulnerable, hologram." "A few weII-chosen commands to the computer, and you will cease to exist." "Two minutes, 30 seconds left." "You look shocked, Captain." "You must be asking yourself, "What if this doesn't work?" "What do we do then?"" "I have an idea." "I'II just stay in my quarters for the rest of the trip." "I'II just relax and read, eat the ship's food, use the ship's energy, all in the comforts of my own room." "Why, even Mr. Suder and I couId get together for a few hands of Cardassian pinochIe once or twice a week." "That is how we treat violent offenders on this ship, isn't it?" "You are not a violent offender, Tuvok." "I couId be." "Just like Suder." "You know, Captain, I don't mind telling you something the other Tuvok never would." "You are wrong." "Sparing Suder's life is a sign of weakness." "You disgust me." "AII you humans do." "Admit it." "Part of you feels as I do." "Part of you wants him to die for what he did." "No part of me feels that way." "Liar!" "He has killed and you know he deserves to die!" "On behalf of the victim's family, Captain," "I beg you to reconsider." "Give them the satisfaction of his execution." "I have a radical suggestion, Captain." "release the force field... and I'II kill him for you." "release the force field." "My student-- my protégé" "there is so much to Iearn for each of us today, isn't there?" "You'II be all right, Tuvok." "This'II be over in 30 seconds." "Listen to what I tell you." "release the force field." "I'm sorry." "I had them disable your telepathic abilities, too." "You can't reach me, Tuvok." "release the force field!" "Ten seconds." "Five seconds." "It's over." "He's lost consciousness." "He might be able to fool the sensors." "Sedate him again." "Computer, remove the force field." "help me get him back on the bed." "How many treatments do you think will be necessary?" "I wish I knew, Captain." "In a sense, Mr. Tuvok's mind is fighting a classic battle between good and evil." "The battle may be won in a day, a year... or it may never be won." "Tuvok?" "I wondered what happened to you." "They wouldn't tell me anything." "There were some complications from the meld." "I wondered about that." "I've been undergoing neuro-synaptic therapy in Sick Bay." "It didn't work." "No." "Have you come to kill me?" "To execute you for your crime." "To execute me?" "I see." "And calling it that makes it more comfortable for you." "I will take no comfort in this." "A most logical use of vioIence-- to punish the violent." "We both know that I am prepared to die, but are you prepared to kill?" "It needs to be done." "To release your violent impulses?" "To serve justice." "Justice or vengeance?" "Understand one thing, Tuvok." "I can promise you this will not silence your demons." "If you can't control the violence, the violence controls you." "Be prepared to yield your entire being to it, to sacrifice your place in civilized life, for you will no Ionger be a part of it and there's no return." "I... seek... no return." "Of course." "You would not be able to live with yourself." "Then we are both to die, and that will end the torment." "My mind..." "to your mind." "My thoughts... to your thoughts." "My mind... to your mind." "My thoughts to your thoughts." "Crewman Suder to the Bridge." "Suder, what are you doing with a combadge?" "You better get down here, Chakotay." "Lieutenant Tuvok needs help." "Captain's Log, supplemental." "Ensign Suder has been incarcerated in secured quarters where he will likely spend the rest of our journey home." "Lieutenant Tuvok remains under observation in Sick Bay." "It may be hard for you to believe, Lieutenant, but what happened is encouraging." "Your inability to complete the act of murder shows your suppression systems are starting to function again." "You're on your way back to being normal." "although, I'm not sure how the word "normal" applies to a species that suppresses all their emotions." "Captain..." "I must apologize for my inappropriate behavior." "I'm just glad we have you back, Mr. Tuvok." "I was most... insulting to you." "Don't worry about it." "I've been insulted before." "I hope you understand that I have always had the greatest respect for you as a Captain and consider you... a friend." "That means a great deal to me." "Enough said." "Get some rest." "Tuvok." "No more mind-meIds without my permission." "Understood?"