Star Trek: The Next Generation - Encounter at Farpoint

We have only two left.
Neither works properly.

They are critical to our survival.
Will you fix them?

Mr Data?
Our computer has downloaded
the specifications

for the magnetic coils
the freighters depend on.

Assuming the malfunction is similar,
replacements can be fabricated.

- Instruct Engineering to proceed.
- Aye, sir.

Now, as for our cargo...
- Our cargo, Captain.
- Wrong, Sobi!

My First Officer has said
that ownership is in dispute,

but this must be settled
by whatever legal machinery
exists between your societies.

You don't understand.
This is a matter of life and death.

Why is that? What is this cargo?
Our planet is in desperate need.
People have a lethal plague.

The cargo is
the only hope of life for our people.

Is that so?
You must think us heartless,
but look at our side of it.

The plant which yields felicium
grows only in remote areas of Brekka.

It must be painstakingly
cultivated, harvested, purified.

A complex and expensive process.
That single shipment
represents an enormous investment.

We can't just give it away.
We paid for it.
We ask for only what is ours.

That is your viewpoint.
Ours, of course, differs.

You will hold to that position?
I am constrained to abide
by the terms of our agreement.

- You condemn us to death!
- Romas!

You disgust me! lf you could see
the suffering the plague has caused!