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Peanut Jar Mixers Development 9

Scene Description: A very blurry image appears onscreen, but it begins to sharpen ever so slowly... It's Cartman, thinking back over the season's events. Cartman: I don't know where to start. First, it was all the school shootings, then these Wi-Fi scooters showed up, and now we know that ManBearPig is real and we could all be dead in a matter of years. Doctor: [slowly] And you believe this all relates somehow to the movie Black Panther not being as good as everyone says it was? Cartman: I know there's a connection. But that isn't what matters. I can't deal with people anymore. It's just... everyone sucks so hard, you know? Everybody is so stupid. And they all walk around going "Nya na chai cha nyachacha chai cha." And the only thing that makes me happy, the only thing I can trust... is this. [holds up his phone] But... all people do is try to keep me from it. [memories show up onscreen.] Scene Description: Cartman's Bedroom. He is reclining back with his legs on top of his computer desk, smiling...while playing with his phone. Liane stops by and opens the door. Cartman: I'll be in my room and my mom will come in and say... Liane: [Cartman imitates her]"Eric, that's enough time on your phone!" [she leaves as Cartman frowns, then lowers his eyelids] Scene Description: South Park Elementary, forth grade classroom. Cartman is on his phone again, smiling, while Mrs. Nelson has some multiplication problems written on the chalkboard. Cartman: And then at school... Mrs. Nelson: [Cartman imitates her] "Eric!" [he stops looking at his phone as Mrs. Nelson addresses him] "What are you doing? You can't use your phone at school!" [Cartman begins to frown again] Scene Description: South Park Elementary, playground. Some of the forth grade boys are playing football and trying to block each other. Cartman is on his phone again, smiling and holding the football, with his back turned towards the game. Cartman: And even my friends. My own friends! They'll be like... Stan: [Cartman imitates him] "Hey Cartman! Throw us the ball. You're the goddamn quarterback!" [Cartman droops] Scene Description: Doctor's office. Cartman is back on the chair. Cartman: It's like, everybody needs something from me. All I want is a little time with my phone instead of always listening to people's needy bullshit. [a second or two of silence, then Cartman looks over and sees the doctor playing with his own phone.] Doctor: Oh ahh, d'ya, sorry. Just... [puts his phone away] Uh, well, you know, young people have so much to deal with today. I believe that what you have is... anxiety. Cartman: Anxiety? Is that cool? Doctor: It's pretty common these days. What it really is, more than anything is an excuse to be lazy and lame to everyone around you. Cartman: [sits up] Oh my God, that's perfect! Scene Description: PC Principal's office, day. He's playing on his smartphone when a call comes in on the school's intercom PC Principal: I'm busy. [the intercom beeps again] Ms. Blaze: Mr. Principal? PC Principal: I'm busy doing stuff! [beep] What?! Ms. Blaze: The vice principal needs to speak with you. She says it's urgent. [PC Principal sighs] Scene Description: The Vice Principal's office. PC Principal arrives there looking around Mr. Mackey: [surprising him] Oh, PC Principal! PC Principal: Uh-uh yes? Mr. Mackey: Are you going in to see the vice principal? I really need to speak with her. PC Principal: Uh yeah, we just uh, we're having an important scheduling to go over. Mr. Mackey: Everything is okay with you two? There's no more "inappropriate behavior"? You know, as a counselor, I'm here to- PC Principal: That's in the past, Mackey! We've paid our dues, and we're not hiding anything anymore. Mr. Mackey: Mmm-m'kay. [turns left and continues on his way. PC Principal turns around and opens the door, then goes in] Scene Description: The Vice Principal's office, inside. The office is a nursery and the PC babies are throwing stuff around and crying. Strong Woman: [frustrated] I could use a little help here! PC Principal: What's going on?? Strong Woman: Riley said a word her sister felt was insensitive to Muslims. Now they're all upset. PC Principal: All right, what word did you use, Riley?! Strong Woman: She just said "Aba daba." PC Principal: Look, can't we put them in a daycare? Strong Woman: Oh, yeah. That would be really smart. If anybody sees them, they're gonna figure out you're the father. PC Principal: Well maybe they won't! Strong Woman: You wanna risk that? The babies have to stay hidden because if people know the truth, then you're not PC and I'm not strong! [she leaves the office, looking both ways before closing the door] Scene Description: A restaurant, day. Cartman is at a table waiting for service, but also on his phone tapping away Waiter: [arrives, smiling] All right, can I take your order? [Cartman ignores him until he speaks again] Excuse me. [Cartman puts his hand up for a moment] What would you like, sir? Cartman: Just a God- can you wait?! Isn't that your job?! Aren't you a wait-er?! [the waiter walks away, eyeing him. Cartman starts a video game. The noise from the game eventually catches the attention of a nearby diner] Diner: Hey, could you turn your phone down, kid? This is a restaurant. Cartman: It just so happens I have anxiety! That means I have trouble being around assholes who won't leave me alone! [leaves his chair] Scene Description: The streets downtown. Cartman walks down a sidewalk when a cyclist whizzes past him and rings the bike's bell. He looks but lets it go and continues walking. He crosses an intersection. He then approaches Tele's, where the owner is sweeping the front entrance and then notices Cartman. Tele's owner: Oh, hello, Eric. Cartman: Shut up. I have anxiety. [approaches another intersection when an elderly man tries to get his attention] Pedestrian: Hey kid! [Cartman is visibly annoyed] Hey kid! Cartman: [turns around and yells out in anger] I'm on my phone!! Pedestrian: You're about to get hit by a car! [a car goes by behind Cartman] Cartman: [just angered] All right, that's it! Everyone stop! Just fucking stop right now! [traffic stops moving and everyone stops to listen] Listen up, people! I have anxiety! That means I'm in my shell and have a hard time expressing myself! I find it difficult to engage with others! So everyone shut the fuck up because my anxiety is up here right now! Scene Description: A commercial. Zen music plays as the camera pans down to a Buddha statue in a garden complete with waterfall Announcer: We live in a world of many distractions. It's hard to find peace. Scene Description: A woman sits alone on a park bench on a sidewalk, looking at her phone. She then notices people all around her are looking at their phones as well Announcer: In the hustle and bustle of modern times, we've lost the one thing we all need. [The scene freezes with the woman now smiling and the caption, "More quality one-on-one time with our phone" appears next to her]. More quality one-on-one time with our phone. Scene Description: A blonde female pulls up a cardboard box from the bottom of the screen and holds it up, revealing it to be the Buddha Box. Announcer: But now you can have it with Buddha Box. [a cardboard box with a "DO NOT DISTURB" sticker on the front, a drawing of Buddha above the product name "Buddha Box" and an antenna on the side. The woman proceeds to put it over her head] Simply fit the patented box on your head and set its Bluetooth to your mobile device. Scene Description: A 3D rendered model of the Buddha Box with its internal workings is shown, along with the captions "FRONT PROJECTION 4K SCREEN", "CELLULAR ANTENNA" and "NOISE CANCELLING HEADPHONES" Announcer: Inside Buddha Box, your phone is projected two inches from your face, and the noise-canceling headphones let you hear your phone without any outside noise, giving you peace from... Scene Description: Inside a car that is stuck in traffic, an Uber driver is talking non-stop while a businessman in the backseat is visibly annoyed. Announcer: That annoying Uber driver who wants to talk. [the businessman puts the Buddha Box over his head while the driver doesn't seem notice.] Scene Description: A business office. A female office worker is at her cubicle and using her smartphone. A male co-worker starts to approach her. Announcer: Those people at work who act like they need stuff. [As the co-worker is about to speak to her, she notices and immediately puts the Buddha Box over head and goes back to her phone] Scene Description: A living room. A blonde male turns and looks into the camera as his three kids run around the room, playing with toy swords and a rocket and then jump on the couch. Man: I want to be enlightened, like the Buddha, but I've got these fucking kids. Scene Description: A family dining room. The blonde male has the Buddha Box over his head and plays with his phone, while his wife desperately tries to calm the kids down. Announcer: Let Buddha Box take you to a place of peace and serenity, [the man is transported from the dining room to a heavenly atmosphere, floating above the clouds...while still looking at his phone] where you can have quality, uninterrupted time with your phone. Scene Description: A bedroom. A woman is sitting on her bed and removes the Buddha Box from her head. Woman: I was stressed out and feeling anxious. After just 8 to 10 hours in Buddha Box, I feel refreshed and ready to take on anything. Scene Description: The woman's husband appears by the door and leans in to talk to her. Husband: Babe, can you please come say hi to my mother while she's here? [she just reaches over and drops the Buddha Box on her head and picks up her phone] Announcer: [The Buddha Box is shown rotating as it approaches the center of the screen] Order Buddha Box today and you too can have that quiet, quality time with your phone. Like... the Buddha. [The Buddha Box logo is shown. Suddenly it has a Buddha Box over its head and a phone in its hands] Scene Description: South Park Elementary, day. Cartman stands in the hallway with his Buddha Box on. Kevin walks past him, staring. Kyle and Stan walk around the corner and stop when they reach him Kyle: What the hell is that? Stan: I think it's Cartman. Kyle: What is it doing? Scene Description: Inside the Buddha Box. A close up of Cartman's face is shown, along with reflections from his iPhone screen, though they are all reversed. Cartman: [out loud, but the Buddha Box is soundproof, so no one else can hear him] Ha! That's so sweet! [A Youtube page with an image of a guy covered in pasta titled "Guy hit by pasta!" and has 67,453 views] That video seriously made me laugh! [closes the app and returns to the iPhone home screen] Let me check my e-mail again! [opens an email app] Oh man, nothing from Lorenz yet? Whatever. Weak.[returns to the iPhone home screen] Oh! I gotta see that post from Clyde again! [goes and opens Instagram. A post from "ClydeTheMan" is shown, with a selfie of Clyde smugly looking into the camera. Behind him is Butters, who appears to be unconscious and laying on his back out on the sidewalk. It has the caption, "Guess who I found? #dead" and 110 likes. Kyle and Stan stay by Cartman until the bell rings, then they go to class.] Scene Description: The boys bathroom. Craig is at the urinal. Somehow, Cartman makes his way inside and wanders over to the urinals. He stands right next to Craig and drops through. Craig: Dude! [Cartman bumps into him] Dude, what the hell are you doing?! Cartman: What? What? Who is that? Craig: Get off of me!! Cartman: [raises his Buddha Box] Oh, sorry Craig. Didn't see you there. Craig: Yeah, 'cause you got a stupid box on your head! [finishes up, zips up his pants, and flushes the urinal, then walks away] Cartman: Oh, there's nothing stupid about it. Don't you wish you had a way to deal with your anxiety? Craig: [stops, then turns around] My anxiety? Cartman: I see it in you, Craig. With your parents and relationships? Imagine being able to shut them out for a little while, Craig, so you can focus on what matters. With Buddha Box you can cut out all the unwanted noise. Not have to deal with conversations that are of no interest to you. Craig: Well, I have to admit: sometimes, when me and Tweek are together it's... it's like he wants my atten- [Thump. Cartman has lowered his Buddha Box over his head. Craig turns around, dismayed, and walks out. Cartman turns left and steps up to the urinal] Scene Description: The Fourth Grade classroom, day. The bell rings and Mrs. Nelson walks up to the chalkboard to erase the multiplication problems that were there Ms. Nelson: All right, children, we have a lot to go over for today's quiz. Who can tell me where we left off? [turns around and notices Cartman wearing his Buddha Box] Eric. [no reaction] Eric Cartman. Scene Description: Inside the Buddha Box. A close up of Cartman's face is shown, along with reflections from his iPhone screen, though they are all reversed. Cartman: [looking at the website, "Thrown Tomatoes", with a picture and reviews for the movie "Creed II"] Thirty-four million dollars box office? How the hell does Creed II do $34 million opening weekend? [begins to flip through his apps] What's the weather like tomorrow? [The weather forecast screen shows it is 22 degrees and sunny in South Park] Oh, it's snowing? I gotta tell Lorenz. I- [as he attempts to access the email app, the Box comes off his head, and the light blinds his eyes] Whoa, whoa! Hey! Mrs. Nelson: [holding Cartman's Buddha Box] What do you think you're doing? Cartman: Excuse me, that's my Buddha Box. Ms. Nelson: You aren't using this during class time. Cartman: It relaxes me. Ask my therapist. I have anxiety, you dumb bitch! [Mrs. Nelson and the rest of the class gasp at his remark] Scene Description: The Principal's office. Cartman has earned a trip there for calling his teacher a "dumb bitch" PC Principal: I don't know what makes you think you're different from everyone else, but nobody gets away with slandering teachers at this school! Cartman: [to his phone] Uhuh. Aw man, that looks, that looks sweet. PC Principal: Hey! [no reaction] HEY! [Cartman peeks out from under the box, then looks at PC Principal] Cartman: Oh, PC Principal. Hello. PC Principal: Just what do you think you're doing? Cartman: [as Zen music plays] I'm letting go of stress and being calm, like the Buddha. PC Principal: There are no boxes on your head in school! Cartman: Hey. Whoa man, what's going on? Are you suffering from anxiety? PC Principal: What are you talking about? Cartman: It's okay. I have it too. Anxiety is very real. But there is help for people like us. Scene Description: Strong Woman's living room, day. The PC Babies have taken over it and are causing damage as PC Principal sits on the sofa wearing a Buddha Box. Strong Woman comes in and surveys the damage Strong Woman: What the fuck are you doing?! [walks up and removes the Box from his head] Hey! What the fuck are you doing?! PC Principal: Oh hey, I just needed to answer a couple of e-mails really fast. Strong Woman: With a box on your head?! PC Principal: I got one for you, too. [gets off the sofa and gets it to show her] It's Buddha Box. [no reaction] Look, you and I have been having a lot of problems. Clearly, what we both need is more quality one-on-one time with our phones. Strong Woman: I don't need a box on my head to use the phone! PC Principal: I'm sorry! [takes the box to the sofa and dumps it there] I was trying to be helpful! [gets his Buddha Box and leaves. One of the girls tries to pull a rabbit away from one of her brothers] Strong Woman: All right, Riley. Give that back to your brother. [the brother chases Riley. Another brother goes to an end table and pulls the lamp off it, breaking the light bulb] Bailey, no! [a third brother sees some paper wads and begins to chew on one of them] Harper, don't! Har-per! [picks up her phone and starts using it. Then she looks at the Buddha Box and puts it on her head. The babies stop crying and begin to crawl or walk away. They pass by the restroom. Riley stops to open the door to show PC Principal on the toilet, and Harper looks on. They then move out] Scene Description: Montage. The babies leave the house and wander the town. Bailey sits on a mailbox drop slot. Riley slides off the hood of a car. Harper somehow got on the roof of a building. The other sister walks out of a shop. The kids then take a submarine and ride it in an aquarium with fish and an octopus in it. They study some restrooms and cry over the "Male Only" and "Female Only" designations. Then, they are shown flying upward into the sky with a rainbow behind them. Next, they're in a children's library as the librarian brings out "The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn" from the American Classics shelf. The babies cry again. Finally the PC Babies logo comes up All: PC Babies Lead Singer: They're comin' to your town All: PC Babies Lead Singer: The wokest kids around When there's something problematic They're sure to let you know. Making things fun and gender-neutral All: Everywhere they go They're everybody's fave-sies They're PC babies, yeah! Scene Description: Crunchy's Micro Brew, day. Patron 1: Hey Mike. What's that you're drinking? Mike: This? Oh, it's a Cosmopolitan. I know, I know, it's a pussy drink. [some babies are heard crying.] Patron 2: [leans in a bit to say] Hey, be careful, guys. There are some PC babies over there. [the three gents approach the babies.] Mike: Oh great. Come on, I didn't mean pussy drink as in female genitalia. [the babies don't stop] Okay, I'm sorry! I'll order a Black Russian! [babies cry harder] Barkeep: Hey, what's all that racket down there?! Patron 1: Oh, there's some PC babies upset about certain drink descriptions. Barkeep: Fine, we'll take them off the menu. Patron 1: Who's makin' a difference? Who's the future? [this brightens the babies' moods as they start to giggle.] Scene Description: A soccer field, day. The South Park Cows are facing a visiting team. Kyle and Stan kick the ball back and forth until a visiting player intercepts it and drives toward the Cows' net. Kyle: Here it comes! Block it! [the player kicks the ball towards the net. Cartman stands there oblivious that there's a game going on. The ball goes cleanly into the net. The player smiles as the whistle blows.] What the fuck, dude?! Token: What is your goddamn problem?! [he, Kyle, and Stan move towards him] Cartman: [lifts up his Box] What's going on? Kyle: They just scored again, you fat fuck! Cartman: Oh, I'm sorry! I'm sorry I'm dealing with my anxiety! Do you know how hard it is for people with my condition to come out and even do things like this?! Living with anxiety is awful, huh Craig? [Craig is shown wearing a Buddha Box] Kyle: Can we get another goalie, please?! Cartman: Oh yeah! Sure! Yeah, because people with anxiety shouldn't be allowed to play sports! Right, Kyle?! [A Buddha Box sits on Cartman's head.] You know, our world is dark and scary enough without people like you making us feel inferior. [drops his Box over his head again, but lifts it up really quickly.] Asshole! [back down the Box goes] Token: Fuck this! [walks off angrily] My parents didn't come here to see their son lose by 20 points! Come on, Dad. Let's go! [his anger vanishes] Dad? [Steve Black and a few other parents in the stands are wearing their own Buddha Box] Scene Description: Downtown, day. PC Principal drives Strong Woman through town searching for the babies Strong Woman: River?? Bailey?! Emory?! PC Principal: It's okay. We're gonna find them. Strong Woman: I can't believe you were on your phone! PC Principal: You were on your phone too! Strong Woman: It was my time to be on the phone! You were on yours all morning! PC Principal: You're seriously gonna make this all my fault?! Strong Woman: Yes! PC Principal: Because last time I checked, you didn't even want me around as a partner to the PC Babies, even though I- Strong Woman: [rolls her eyes] Oh God, I'm not doing this again. PC Principal: Even though you need me to do shit for you every [Strong Woman drops her Box over her head] 10 fuckin' minutes! You don't get to just say whatever you- [notices she's no longer listening] Oh. Okay, cool. Fine with me! I'm the one who has a fuckin' problem on their fuckin' phone! [looks at the scenery for a few seconds] You know, usually, I'm afraid to tell you what I really think, but you wanna know something? [looks over] You wanna- you wanna know what I really think? [at no point did Strong Woman remove her Box, and he just drops it.] Scene Description: The Park County Recreation Center, day. The doctor is seated with several couples who need help - Tweek and Craig, Liane and Cartman, Ryan and Sarah, Token and Steve. Craig, Cartman, Sarah, and Steve are wearing Buddha Boxes Doctor: Anxiety can make you feel unable to cope. But living with someone who has anxiety can be a bit of a roller coaster as well. We have to support our loved ones with their anxiety and try to understand their illness. Tweek: I just feel that Craig has changed so much lately! He barely even talks to me anymore! Doctor: Well, because his anxiety make him feel like anything he says might sound wrong. That's why we must nurture our loved ones, so they feel safe. Liane: Eric, I just feel like you have so much to offer the world, and it kills me that you're so afraid to let your inner you shine. Cartman: [talking to his Buddha Box] Heh heh, that guy's such a douche. What was that... what was that one show he was on? Doctor: Maybe you, you wanna text him that? [Liane picks up her phone and sends Cartman a message] Cartman: Oh yeah, that's it. B.J. and the Bear. That show was so dumb. What kind of monkey was that, anyway? What was that- what was that monkey he always had- Wait. What the? What the hell is this? Oh God damnit. [lifts up his Box] Mom, will you stop texting me? I'm trying to relax! Doctor: Look, we're all just trying to understand this condition, and it's like you're not listening! Cartman: We're doing everything we can to keep our anxiety under control! Do you think I even wanna be here right now?! I am freaking out! Token: Can we go now? Cartman: [to his Buddha Box] Heheh, yeah. That's pretty cool. Scene Description: A construction site, day. The workers sit around until the foreman walks up Foreman: Hey! Hey, what's goin' on here?! Why aren't you people workin'?! Laborer 1: We can't keep buildin', sir. We got a bunch of protesters who won't let us work. Foreman: Protesters? Who? Laborer 1: Ah, it's just a bunch of PC babies who think building this thing is wrong. [leads the foreman to the babies, who are all crying] Foreman: All right, all right! What do you PC babies want? [the crying continues] Laborer 1: I guess they're upset because the new viaduct is being financed by a state rather than a county institution. Foreman: Aw, come on PC Babies! Why does that matter?! [the crying continues] Laborer 1: I guess the state refused to finance a proposed program on race-relation education, an they see it as hypocritical. Foreman: God damnit, not everyone cares about race-relation programs! Come on, PC Babies! We got a job to do! [the babies aren't budging and continue to cry] Scene Description: Park County Police Station. One officer walks around with a Buddha Box on his head while a desk officer talks to PC Principal and Strong Woman Desk Officer: All right, all right, just calm down, lady! You want to file a missing persons report? Strong Woman: No! No, we don't want to file anything specific. We just need help finding some PC babies. Desk Officer: PC babies? They usually hang out at the liberal arts colleges. You could find some there. Strong Woman: Nono, it's five specific PC babies. Desk Officer: Tony, wasn't there a report of some PC babies down at the Mexican border? Strong Woman: No! No, these PC babies wouldn't have gotten that far! They can barely walk. I'm their mother. Desk Officer: Hokay, okay. Last name? Strong Woman: Woman. Desk Officer: First name? Strong Woman: [with a breaking voice] Strong. Desk Officer: Okay, and you're the father? Both: NO! PC Principal: I'm her superior at work! Strong Woman: Don't be ridiculous! PC Principal: You think I took advantage of my position?! Strong Woman: I'm not some two-bit floozy who goes around sleeping with her boss! I am a strong woman! Those kids were born naturally by in-vitro fertilization. [they begin to talk over] PC Principal: I'm not Harvey Weinstein, all right?! I have nothing but respect for females at my workplace, and I would never compromise that position! Strong Woman: We'll uh, see what we can do. In the meantime you'll just have to take a seat and wait. [they go and find two seats next to a man wearing a Buddha Box. They look around, find some Buddha Boxes on the floor, and put them on.] Scene Description: Pi Pi's Water Park, day. A line of people awaits a ride down a water slide called "Hyperbowl". At the head of the line now are Cartman, Kyle, and Stan. Cartman has his Buddha Box on and isn't getting on the slide Kyle: Go! [no reaction] GO! [thumps the Box to get Cartman's attention] Cartman: What do you want? Kyle: Go down the slide or get out of the way! Cartman: You think I even want to be here, Kyle?! My therapist told me I need to force myself to go out and do things to overcome my anxiety! Kyle: [to a nearby lifeguard] Can we move him, please?! [the lifeguard is revealed to be wearing a Buddha Box] Cartman: Oh! Oh, I see! People with anxiety shouldn't be allowed at water parks. Is that it, Kyle? [jumps out of line] Hey everybody! Just so you know, Kyle thinks people with anxiety should just stay home! Yeah! I'm trying to come out of my shell, but Dr. Kyle here is just worried about his place in line. Scene Description: Pi Pi's New York Splash, later. Cartman is sunning himself on a towel poolside with his Buddha Box. Kyle: [approaching] Get! Off! My! Towel! [knocks the Buddha Box off Cartman's head] Get off my towel! Cartman: God damnit! I seriously can't get a minute of peace! [goes to flip his Box upright as Kyle folds the towel up] Why is it that people who don't have a Buddha Box are always flipping Buddha Boxes off the heads of people with anxiety?! Kyle: [Stan, Clyde, and Token look on] I got news for you, Cartman! Everyone has anxiety! Everyone gets nervous! Everyone is afraid being around people! Everyone has feelings they'd rather stay home alone! And you know what they do? They get over it. And they stop being a piece of shit! Cartman: [subdued] Everyone has anxiety? Kyle: Yes! Cartman: Oh my God. I know what I have to do now. Yo-you're right, Kyle! You're right! [hurries away] Kyle: What? No. No! What did I just do? Stan: Should have just let him be on his phone, dude. Scene Description: Spinny Mountain Records, day Record Producer: You know what the kids like today? They like music that matters! I think you guys got what it takes to be the next big thing! The PC Babies! [the babies cry] That's what I'm talkin' about! That stuff is raw! Everyone loves you, PC Babies! We're gonna make you famous! Scene Description: The recording booth, moment later. Bruce: All right, PC Babies, let's hear what you got. [Music plays as the babies start thrashing about and cry. Riley's on drums, Bailey's on banjo, Harper's on the piano, River is on the triangle, and Emory is on the xylophone. After a few seconds of recording, Bruce and the record producer hi-five each other.] Scene Description: South Park Police Station, day. The desk officer is writing on a clipboard while listening to the radio DJ: All right, South Park, and now here's that special treat we told you about. Live with us in the studio is a hot new band: The PC Babies. They're gonna perform their new song, which is about the injustice of white people in dreadlocks. It's called "Weeaaagh." [the song recorded earlier plays. The desk officers starts to move his head and snap his fingers to the music. Strong Woman and PC Principal eventually notice] Strong Woman: [raises her Buddha Box] Riley? PC Principal: [raises his Buddha Box] Tha-that's Bailey! Desk Officer: [continues moving his head and snapping his fingers] It's the PC Babies. Guess they're all the rage now. PC Principal: Cone on! [the couple bolts from their chairs] Scene Description: The Mayor's Office, day. Cartman is talking to the Mayor and her aides, now sporting a shaved head, wearing a bathrobe and towel like a Buddhist monk, with his Buddha Box beside him Cartman: To quiet one's mind, one must have a dialog with one's self. I have found enlightenment. But there are so many others who suffer. It's very important to take the time to shut out the outside world. In the Hindu religion, there's a saying, "Namaste." It means "fuck you, I have anxiety." At first I thought it was only a few of us, but then something was said to me by Kyle. He said "Eric, my friend, everyone has anxiety." I know what you're thinking: "Fuck Kyle." And normally I would agree with you, but hear his words. Everyone has anxiety. We must recognize this disease as an epidemic. Yes, fuck Kyle, but Mayor, we have to raise money to get everyone who has anxiety the tools they need to cope. Mayor McDaniels: And how do YOU think we get that money? How do YOU suggest we do this? Cartman: Namaste. Johnson: Na-ma-ste. Cartman: Fuck you too. Scene Description: WXFU 88.3, day. The secretary has a Buddha Box on her head. The babies and the record producer step off the elevator and head towards the exit. Record Producer: That was far out, PC Babies! You really rocked the airwaves! Now come on! We got a photo shoot at 5! [PC Principal and Strong Woman burst through the doors] PC Principal: Kids! [they run past the producer towards the kids.] Strong Woman: You're okay! Thank God! Record Producer: Who the hell are you?? Strong Woman: [her and PC Principal pick up the babies] I'm their... vice principal. PC Principal: Yea, and ah-I'm their principal. We need to get these kids back to school. Record Producer: You can't do that! These are the PC Babies! Don't you know how big they are?! In just one day they protested a bar, stopped construction of a problematic viaduct, and wrote a hit single about cultural appropriation! Strong Woman: They... did all that? PC Principal: Oh my God. They had their first protests... and we missed it. We missed everything because... we were on our phones. Strong Woman: I've always used the phone as a way to deal with the stress of having babies nobody could know the truth about, but... it's only made it worse. PC Principal: You know what we have to do, right? Strong Woman: Yeah, I think so. Scene Description: South Park Elementary, cafeteria, day. a PTA meeting is taking place PC Principal: All right everyone, listen up. The vice principal and I have been discussing student health, and it's our firm belief that they need, and what we all need, is less time on our phones. [the attendees are shown, every last one of them in a Buddha Box tapping away on their phones.] Yes, yes I know it's an unpopular idea, but just hear me out, please. Our phones are the cause of stress, not the relief from it. We are banning phones and Buddha Boxes, and we suggest you all strictly limit their use at home as well. [continued constant tapping] Strong Woman: [observing the room] I don't think anyone's listening to you. PC Principal: Yeah... Nobody's listening. And nobody's watching. [puts down the microphone] Strong Woman: I guess we can wait and ban the boxes tomorrow? [they kiss] Scene Description: Montage. "Today" by Brad Paisley begins to play. While they kiss, people on the sidewalk in front of the school walk around wearing Buddha Boxes.PC Principal check to see if the coast is clear, then pulls Strong Woman and the five babies out. With everyone wearing Buddha Boxes, the family walks around town happy and free. Next they walk through Downtown. A man crosses the street and is struck by a car, flipping over it and landing on his stomach. Both driver and pedestrian are wearing Buddha Boxes. The parents just gather up the PC babies, knowing they're safe from harm. Next, they're having a picnic at the park. Next, they're in Aspen skiing down the bunny slope. One of the babies slips, and everyone else follows suit. Next, they walk past a fire pit in the lodge. Last scene is of the family eating at Buca de Fagoncini Brad Paisley: You keep brushing that hair back out of your eyes And it just keeps falling and so do I I am feeling like the luckiest man alive Today And I don't know about tomorrow Right now the whole world feels right And the memory of a day like today Can get you through the rest of your life

Scene Description: The Stotch garage, day. Butters is working on his bike, trying to make it stand out Butters: Oh, boy! This is looking so great. [Stephen enters and takes a safety vest from the coat rack by the door] Hey, Dad! The big bike parade is this weekend. How's it look? First prize is $50! Stephen: [frustrated] What are you saying, that our family needs cash?! I'm busting my ass trying to make ends meet! You wanna go live with Kim Kardashian?! She's better than me 'cause she's got money?! Fuck you, son! [leaves and slams the door. Butters' smile stays] Scene Description: The Stotch kitchen, moments later. Stephen enters and puts on the vest Linda: Butters really loves that bike parade. Stephen: [frustrated] I don't need to be reminded every ten minutes that money's tight! [Linda puts her hands together and looks down. He sighs] I'm sorry. It's just this new job. It can be such a grind. Linda: [consoles him] You work too hard at that place. Stephen: [takes Linda's hands and holds them] Kids these days just don't understand how much their parents break their back to provide. Gruff Worker: [from outside] Come on, Stotch! [Stephen goes to the front door and opens it] Scene Description: Stotch Residence, exterior. Outside, the gruff worker stands in front of a copper colored sedan, along with Stuart McCorrmick and one of the town rednecks. All three are wearing safety vests. Stuart: You're drivin' carpool today or not? Gruff Worker: Gotta get down factory before the bell! Stephen: [he briefly holds Linda's hand before leaving] Goodbye, Linda. Linda: Don't let that place work you to death. Scene Description: Montage, set to "Sixteen Tons" by Tennessee Ernie Ford. The four men drive to their new jobs - at the Amazon Fulfillment Center. All workers drive through checkpoints and then park. They go through turnstiles that only turn one way. The scenes then focus on Stephen, who's shown lifting boxes onto a waiting cart. Other scenes show other parts of packaging that Stephen is performing. Then they show him and other employees eating lunch at the cafeteria. Stephen has earphones on while eating his lunch and then subscribes to Amazon Prime music. Then scenes of automated robots working alongside the workers. A few hours more of this and Stuart goes home for the day. He pulls up to his driveway and brings Butters some things from Amazon, including Amazon Prime TV. He then goes to the kitchen to give Linda a new hand blender. At bedtime, Linda looks at her phone while Stephen is at the computer ordering a desk lamp on Amazon. Next day, the whole thing starts over again. The four men carpool to work, Stephen is at a receiving workstation then the workday is filmed in time-lapse photographs. Most of that time, Stephen is shown standing in one place. Another scene shows the outgoing boxes being stamped with the shipping information, then being sorted to their destinations. Some packages are being sent through Amazon Prime Air, the new drone delivery service. The last scene shows Stephen driving onto his driveway and getting out just in time to see a drone deliver another package to his door. He picks it up and gives it to Butters in the garage. It's a new horn for his bicycle Tennessee Ernie Ford: Some people say a man is made outta mud A poor man's made outta muscle and blood Muscle and blood and skin and bones A mind that's a-weak and a back that's strong You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin' when the sun didn't shine I picked up my shovel and I walked to the mine I loaded sixteen tons of number nine coal And the straw boss said "Well, a-bless my soul" You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store I was born one mornin', it was drizzlin' rain Fightin' and trouble are my middle name I was raised in the canebrake by an ol' mama lion Can't no-a high-toned woman make me walk the line You load sixteen tons, what do you get? Another day older and deeper in debt Saint Peter don't you call me 'cause I can't go I owe my soul to the company store Scene Description: The neighborhood. Butters takes his bike out for a spin. It's got a new horn as well as reflective stars on the wheels, some playing cards sticking to a clothespin attached to the bike form. Butters: [joyfully] Yeah! Yippie! [Stan and friends sit on the curb. Butters honks his horn as he passes by] Hey, fellas, what'dya think? [Cartman, wearing his Buddha Box, lifts it up and looks] Stan: Think about what? Butters: How my decorations are coming. The big bike parade is this weekend. Cartman: Bike parade? That's so dumb. Butters: Well, you won't think it's dumb when I win first prize. I'm goin' all out this year. I'll finally beat Larry Zewiski. Stan: Dude, nobody cares about a stupid bike parade. Larry: Hey, Stotch! [everybody looks over. Larry's on a tricycle, which has several flags on it, with four rockets strapped to the rear wheels, and he's exuding confidence] You gettin' pumped for the big bike parade? [Cartman lifts up his Buddha Box and looks over] Yeah, I'm pretty excited, I guess. Porsche: Wow! Hey, nice bike, Larry. Mercedes: Are you gonna be in the bike parade? Larry: Yeah, I'm thinkin' about it. [the boys just stare.] Come on, girls. I'll show you my blue ribbons. Later, Stotch. Sucka! [he and the girls leave] Butters: [head lowered] Well, anyway... [looks at the boys] well, I'm gettin' some more things for my bike too. [lowers his head again] Um... I'll see ya, fellas. [walks away slowly. The boys watch him leave] Scene Description: Amazon Fulfillment Center. In the main shopping area, Stephen shows the Tweeks the ropes Stephen: So this is where all the main boxing and transferring happens. I'm excited to have you guys working here at the fulfillment center, Mr. and Mrs. Tweek. Richard: We really didn't have a choice. Since the fulfillment center opened, me and my wife's coffee business has gone belly-up. Stephen: Yeah, people are ordering everything online these days. That's why you'll find a lot of familiar faces working here. [they walk by Mr. Slave, who's preparing boxes for packing. He waves to them before returning back to work] Everything's automated and timed to precision to get people's orders out to them as soon as possible. This is Josh, he'll be your section manager. Josh: Howdy, folks. Stephen: In these warehouses, there are over one million items, from toothpaste to Go Karts, and it's the work of both humans and machines that make the work possible. [a bos-laden machine runs into Josh and carries him away screaming.] You'll get a message on your device which item to get, then get it to one of our loaders, and the machines do the rest. [an alarm goes off and red lights blink. Everyone stops what they're doing and looks around] Bearded Worker: We got another one! Stephen: Josh! [Josh becomes a pinball among the machines and screams every time another machine carries him away. Stephen and the other workers run up to a chainlink fence] Hang on, Josh! [Josh is now in the conveyor system being knocked around like a package] Shut it down! Shut it down! [a beefy worker presses the emergency shut-off button, but it fails] Beefy Worker: It's not shuttin' down. [a shipping label is stamped onto the crotch area on Josh's pants. He goes down a roller slide and stands up, at which point he's wrapped up in thin plastic sheets. He's then sent down a chute to a vat of plastic peanuts that whirls him around until he disappears into it.] Josh: Aaaarargargar! Stephen: Whenever there's a workplace accident, you need to fill out a 1081 form. [pulls out a copy of the form] Scene Description: Kenny's house at the Historic SoDoSoPa ruins, day. Kenny is now working on his bike with the same kinds of trimmings Butters used. He's painting his bike blue. Cartman shows up with Stan and Kyle, while Kenny has his back towards the garage door Cartman: What are you doing? Kenny: [quickly turns around and then tries to hide the spray can] (What?! You scared me, guys! Wassup?) Stan: "Wassup" is I thought we agreed bike parades are stupid. Kenny: (Bike parades ARE stupid.) Cartman: Don't lie, Kenny! You saw that Larry kid scoring chicks with his bike, heard about the cash prize, and you decided to do the bike parade behind our backs! I know 'cause I thought the same thing! Stan: Me too. Cartman: [looks down, then wanders off as somber music plays] Jesus. Is this really what it's come down to, you guys? Whatever happened to *us*? Kyle: What do you mean? Cartman: It used to always be the four of us. Always. Now Stan's moved to a farm. I have anxiety. Kenny? Nobody really talks to Kenny. And then there's just... Kyle. We used to do everything together. What if we did this like the old days? Kyle: [music picks up] Four bikes, one common theme. Stan: We could totally own the bike parade. Kenny: (Yeah!) Cartman: If we order everything online, we can have it delivered tomorrow! [gets on his phone] We need props, pyrotechnics, the works! Stan: [pulls out his phone and starts tapping away] Yeah, and we gotta order some badass spokes and those wheel bumpers! Kyle: [pulls out his phone and starts tapping away] I'll start looking for costumes! What theme are we thinking? Cartman: Kenny, get on your mom's laptop and start ordering streamers, sparklers and rockets! Make sure everyone ships Next Day Delivery! This is gonna be just like the old times, you guys! Scene Description: Amazon Fulfillment Center, exterior, dusk. As the Fulfillment Center employees leave for the night, Celtic music plays nearby at Crunchy's Micro Brew. Scene Description: Crunchy's Microwbrew, interior. Fulfillment Center employees have a drink and chat among each other, while a group of Irish musicians play on stage. Irish Singers: Workin' me fingers to the bone, I need me a drink before goin' home. Be back in the mornin', pack boxes at dawn. Workin' for Amazon Stephen: Can I have a beer, please? Whatcha got on tap? Barkeep: Amazon, Amazon light, and Amazon IPA. Stephen: Gimme Amazon Light. I'm a Prime member. [holds up an Amazon credit card] Gruff Worker: [now with both arms bandaged up] What the fook are we doin', anyway? Breakin' our backs! Loadin' up forklifts! Gettin' paper cuts from boxes! And for what?! A measly paycheck that just barely covers our online purchases. Stephen: Yeah, well, we should be thankful we even have jobs, huh? Before the fulfillment center opened, we really didn't have anything. Gruff Worker: We had our dignity! Stuart: [speaks up] Hey everyone! Everyone, listen! [music and all conversations stop] Amazon just posted a statement about Josh's accident. They're calling it "human error" [chatter picks up] "Amazon regrets the recent workplace accident and is working to better train its workers so that no future accidents occur." Bearded Worker: Who do they think they are?! Gruff Worker: It was the bloody machines! Stephen: [nervous chuckle] Okay, hold on, everyone. I'm sure there's an explanation. Stuart: This is what we've been reduced to! We are the backbone that makes the fulfillment center work! Maybe they should see what it would be like if we didn't show up for work! [all cheer] Skeeter: We'll do it for Josh, and so what happened to him never happens to anyone else.! Stephen: Hold on, guys. [nervous chuckle] M-My son has a big bike parade coming up. I... I can't just not show up to work now. Stuart: [Comes up to Stephen and puts his finger in his face] What's more important to you, Stotch? A bike parade, or Josh?![leaves] Stephen: A bike parade. Stuart: Amazon workers, we are on strike! [the workers roar back in approval and cheer, while Stephen looks around nervously] Scene Description: Cartman's house, day. He's still in bed as the sun breaks. It's morning, and his alarm goes off. He sits up and then leaves the bed Cartman: My stuff's here! [runs out of the room and downstairs] My stuff! My stuff! My stuff my stuff my stuff! [runs by the sofa, where Liane sits, She's sipping coffee.] Liane: Mornin' hon. Cartman: Shut up! [opens the front door and looks out, smiling] Stuff? [looks around, then steps out a bit further] Stuff? [One more look, then goes back inside and walks up to Liane] Mom, were there a bunch of packages for me? Liane: I don't think anyone's getting packages, sweetie. Look. [Cartman looks at the TV, at the strike against Amazon] Tom: The Amazon Fulfillment Center has been shut down as hundreds of employees refuse to work. [Behind Tom, an Amazon employee marches behind him and then look into the camera, smiles and point at their signs. Another employee does the same thing. Stephen is behind them, keeping his head down and looking conflicted] Customers all over the state are wondering where their Amazon orders are, as workers demand more respect and more money. The uprising started with a workplace accident which Amazon blamed on human error. Joining me now is the victim of the accident - Josh Carter. [walks over to Josh, who is now a sentient package. He's been placed atop of a stool.] And Josh, how does it feel to have your accident spark so much upheaval? Josh: You know, Tom, I think something like this was bound to happen. There's those at the top who control the means of production, and then there's the working class that enables those means by selling their labor power for wages. When there's conflict, the ruling class tries to blame the working class. Tom: Can you get out of the box? Josh: No, my organs have been compacted, so if the box opens, I spill out and die. I believe the working class needs to revolt against capitalism and bring about socioeconomic emancipation. Tom: Do you get hot in the box? Scene Description: Soth Park City Hall, day. Mayor McDaniels is making an Amazon purchase on her work iMac Mayor McDanniels: [quietly talking to herself] Ship to address, order now... [receives this message] "Usually ships in..." [yells out in anger] four to six weeks?! I can make my own damn towels in four to six weeks! [a knock at the door, and Janson looks in] Janson: Mayor, you have a visitor. Mayor: Not now, I'm having problems! Janson: [Nervously] But Mayor, it's uh, [whispers] Jeff Bezos. Mayor: [voice rises] Founder and CEO of Amazon Jeff Bezos? Janson: [whispers] Yeah. Mayor: Okay, okay, uh, let him in. Janson: Right on through here, Mr. Bezos. [Jeff Bezos enters. He has a long neck and a bald, veiny head, suggesting a brain so big blood vessels have to be outside the skull for it to fit. Bezos looks at Janson, and Janson leaves] Mayor: [stands up from behind her desk] Mr. Bezos. How great to see you again! [Bezos just looks at her] How have you been? Bezos: [telepathically] I wish I was doing better. Please Mayor, have a seat. Mayor: Oh, thank you. [she sits in her chair, he takes a seat as well] Mayor: I guess you're here because of the... strike. Bezos: We had a deal, Mayor. You told me this town would be the perfect place for one of our fulfillment centers. Mayor: And it has been. It it gave so many people jobs. [chuckles] And I'm not really sure why everyone is so... Bezos: [moves his head ever so slightly] Disgruntled? Dissatisfied? Unamused? Would you like to know why Amazon is so successful? Because the customer is all that matters. Now orders are going unfulfilled all over the state of Colorado. [lowers eyebrows] That makes us look very bad. [raises his eyebrows] It makes YOU look very bad. Perhaps... you should no longer be a Prime member. Mayor: [pleading] Please! I-I'm trying to get everyone back to work. I-I'm going to do everything that I can. Bezos: Then we have an understanding. [gets up and heads for the door] Goodbye, Mayor. If everyone stays unfulfilled, [turns around and looks at the Mayor] it will be you who pays the price. [opens the door and leaves. The Mayor is left stunned] Scene Description: A cloudy day. Cartman opens the door and looks out. No packages. A new montage begins, to the tune of Trey Parker's "Unfulfilled." Cartman goes back inside and closes the door. Mr. Tucker goes and checks his mailbox. No mail or packages. Sheila checks the status of her delivery. Her coffee maker has been delivered, but still en route. A tear runs down her cheek. Mr. Mackey looks outside his window as it starts to rain and sees a FedEx X truck. The driver looks back at him, then lowers his head to the steering wheel. No delivery for Mackey. Jimmy looks at the status of his delivery but finds that it's going to take a month to reach him. He cries at his desk. A smiling Randy goes outside to get his packages, but suddenly, they fade away, revealing that he got nothing and leaves him disappointed. Wendy walks by the kitchen at her home and sees her parents. Wendy's parents sit at the dining room table, looking depressed. No packages for them either. Wendy then looks down and walks away. The strikers put on their protest and hold up their signs, but Stephen's heart isn't in it. He stands still holding a "STAND UP/STRIKE" sign. Kenny opens his front door and checks for packages but finds none. Kyle looks out his front door and finds nothing. He closes his door. An aerial shot of the neighborhood shows no packages anywhere on the front steps of the houses. Ryan walks up to Sarah and thinks of putting his hand on her shoulder, but decides against it and leaves. The fulfillment center sits dark and silent. Officer Brown looks for packages at the front of the police station, but finds nothing. He then sadly closes the door. Trey: Unfulfilled. And now tomorrow's nothing but another day. Somebody came and took my hopes and dreams away. and now I'm lost, and unfulfilled. Curtains close All we were a distant memory Somebody just bitch-slapped the smile right off of me. And here I am, so unfulfilled. The happiness I knew just got raped and killed. And all I am is unfulfilled. Nothing that I have seems like enough All I'm left to ask is, "Where's my stuff?" It's sitting somewhere, unfulfilled. Scene Description: Last scene is in Cartman's room. Cartman, Stan, and Kyle wait. The door opens and Kenny walks in. The boys jump to meet him Stan: Anything? Did you get anything? Kenny: (No. Nothing.) [the other three sigh] Cartman: I guess it's time to face it. We aren't going to get our stuff. Stan: Maybe if we reorder everything and have it shipped to a different fulfillment center- Kyle: There's no time. Let's face it. We can't be in the bike parade. Stan: No! I refuse to believe we have no other options. Um, what...? What did we do before Amazon? Kenny: (Well I don't know.) Stan: I mean, before we could get whatever we wanted, where did we get stuff? Cartman: At the... the ma-, the ma-ma-, the mall. Kyle: Oh yeah! The mall! Kenny: (The mall!) Scene Description: South Park Mall, day. It sits abandoned and looks dilapidated. The earth has begun to reclaim it. Plants break through the asphalt in the parking lot. Inside, the building is dark and devoid of any lighting and covered with trash and plants. A rat runs around and waits on top of a plant. The doors open and the boys walk in, causing the rat to scurry off. Cartman: Guess we haven't been to the mall in a while. [as they walk through the mall, Anita Baker's "Sweet Love" plays over the speakers.] Anita Baker: Sweet Love hear me callin' out your name I feel no shame; I'm in love Oh no no no no no (Sweet Love) Kyle: There's nobody here. Stan: There's gotta be somebody. Cartman: [notices something and points] Look! It's Wiener On A Stick. [a worker pops up behind the counter and hisses, then drops back down. The boys walk up to him] Stan: Uh, hello? Mall Worker 1: [pops back up] Welcome to Wiener On A Stick. Kyle: Are you the only one still at the mall? Mall Worker 1: There are many, and yet none. [other workers come out of the woodwork and hiss] Scene Description: The Stotch house, day. Linda is at the sofa knitting while Butters reads Mystery Comics. The front door opens and Stephen enters Linda: There he is! [drops her knitting and goes to Stephen] Butters: Dad! [drops his comic book and goes to Stephen] Linda: How did it go? Stephen: [nervously looks down and holds cap in his hand] They voted to keep striking. There was a run-in, violence between some of the strikers and corporate. They've decided to punish us by taking our status. [turns and walks a few feet away from Linda and Butters] There's no easy way to say this, so I'll... just come out with is then. We're... not Amazon Prime members anymore. Linda: Then what are we? Stephen: [turns to face his family] Everyone involved in the strike has been dropped down one level from Prime. We're... we're now Amazon USDA Choice. Linda: [covers her mouth as she starts to tear up] That's... fine. We'll be USDA Choice. It's, it's almost as good as Prime. Stephen: [walks up to her and puts his hand on her shoulder] You're a good woman for saying that. But you're a bitch because it's a lie and you're patronizing me. [goes upstairs] Butters: Mom, eh if I win the first prize in the bike parade, I'll give the money to you guys. Scene Description: Stotch residence.The master bedroom, later. Stephen is at his computer, praying Stephen: Please... I don't know what else to do. My family is all that matters to me. [becomes emotional and starts to tear up] I made a promise to provide for them. What if we never get what we're asking for from the strike? [he's being observed through a hidden camera, on Alexa View] What if they just get others to do all the boxing for us? Scene Description: At Amazon HQ, in a purple, alien-like room, Mayor McDaniels looks at the screen with Jeff Bezos Bezos: See how the worker begins to question his determination? Without his Amazon Prime Status, he fluctuates between being and non-being. Stephen: My family has to come first. Bezos: Now... torn between memberships, the consumer-worker will reason that the strike is pointless. Prepare a bus. We must make sure that boxers who wish to box have a safe way into the fulfillment center. Scene Description: South Park Mall, exterior, day Scene Description: South Park Mall, interior. The boys are still in the abandoned mall as more mall workers emerge from their hiding spots and look at the boys in curiosity Kyle: I think maybe it was a bad idea to come here, you guys. Mall Worker 2: Why have you come to this place? Stan: We came because... we need... stuff. Mall Worker 3: [emerges from behind a large planter] Do you seek cosmetics? [holds up some make-up brushes] Mall Worker 4: [emerges from behind a food court trash can] Do you need puppies? [holds up two puppies wearing bow ties in his arms] Mall Worker 5: [comes up behind Stan] Sample of lotion? Stan: What?? Mall Worker 5: [lifts up Stan's arm and sprays some onto it] Why, it's lemongrass lavender. Stan: No! [the worker hisses and goes back into the shadows] No, no, look. We need very specific stuff. There's a big bike parade on Saturday. Scene Description: In front of Auntie Jen's, a Cinnaroll and Gamestop employee are excited about the bike parade and talk over each other Cinnaroll employee: Ohhh! Bike parade? Hobby employee: Bike parade? Gamestop employee: Ohh! Scene Description: In front of City Express, Wayne D and a Build-A-Bear employee also show their excitement Wayne D: Ohhh! Bike parade! Build-A-Bear Workshop employee: [garbled] That's nice! Kyle: Yeah. And the four of us are actually doing a group theme. Cartman: [steps forward] The changing faces of immigrants in America as told through bicycles. Mall Worker 6: So... do you need... SHOES? [holds a couple of shoe boxes] Stan: [turns to face the mall worker] Yeah. Uh, color-coded specific shoes in four specific sizes. Mall Workers: Aww! Stan: What? Mall Worker 1: [pops his head out from behind the counter.] We do not have the inventory that online wholesalers can provide. [hisses and hides again] Cartman: This is a waste of time, you guys. Kenny: (Yeah. Shit, let's get the fuck out of here.) Mall Worker 7: [emerges from behind a planter holding up a skirt on a hanger] Please! You are the only customers we've had the pleasure of assisting since the fulfillment center opened. Stan: H-Hold on a minute. You all stay here 'cause you want to work? Mall Worker 6: It is... our purpose. Mall Workers: Our purpose. Mall Worker 4: Our purpose. Stan: Wait a minute. You guys... I think I have an idea. Scene Description: Amazon Fulfillment Center, day. An overhead view of the parking lot as the strikers and a group of counter protesters are gathered for another day. Both groups are being corralled by police officers. Tom: [off screen] A bus with employees wishing to return to work is about to arrive here at the fulfillment center,[the Amazon employees are yelling and holding up signs while the police officers are trying to keep them behind the barriers] and the strikers are not happy. Also, dozens of Amazon customers have shown up.[a large group of counter protesters hold up signs demanding the workers get back to their jobs and deliver their packages are being held back by the police] Angry customers who wish to be fulfilled. Customers: We want our stuff! We want our stuff! Tom: The customers say the boxers need to return to work because the shutdown is hurting everyone. [Randy is standing next to him] Randy: I have a weed business to run! I need my shit from Amazon to make it all work! Josh: At what cost, sir?! Do you care that personal worth is being reduced by capitalists to exchange value?! Randy: Oh yeah, that's typical rhetoric from a Marxist box. Josh: Free trade is not free-dom! Perhaps socialism IS the answer! Tom: If you pay for shipping, can you go anywhere you want? Stuart: [pointing] Here comes the bus! Strikers: [all turn to face the bus. Stephen is the only passenger in it, looking mighty lonely] Scabs! Scabs! Scabs! Scabs! Scabs! Scabs! Scabs! Scabs! Scabs! Scabs! Scabs! Scabs! Stuart: Hey, it's Stotch! [the bus stops] Gruff Worker: Ya can't do it, Stotch! Ya damned us all! Stephen: [lowers a window] Don't you understand? It's not about me! It's my son! Gruff Worker: If those orders get fulfilled, then we got nothin'! Stephen: He's just a kid! He wants to be in the bike parade! Gruff Worker: My son's in the bike parade too! [his voice begins to crack] He's got... little tassels off the back of his seat. Tiny flags stickin' out the handlebars. But he deserves more, Stotch! If we don't make our stand now, he doesn't have a chance. He'll get fookin' third or fourth place or just a fookin' participation ribbon! Stephen: [emotional] I'm sorry. [the bus moves forward again] Gruff Worker: Stotch! Scene Description: The fulfillment center, inside. Stephen gets to work doing all the fulfillments himself. Mayor McDaniels and Jeff Bezos look on from a catwalk above the factory floor Bezos: It is... not as I expected. Only one consumer worker broke through the picket lines. Your townspeople are more stubborn than I thought. Mayor: They're... prideful people, yes. Bezos: Perhaps I should give up. How I long to return to Bezos and touch butts with my wife. [the factory phone rings and he answers it] Amazon Fulfillment Center. Scene Description: South Park Mall, exterior. The boys are in the parking lot outside the mall. Stan is on his phone and somehow, Bezos' telepathy reaches Stan's ears Stan: Uh yeah, hi. We ordered a bunch of stuff and we haven't gotten it. Bezos: [frustrated] Yes, yes, the workers are striking. We're fucking working on it! Stan: No, that's actually why we're calling. We know a whole bunch of people who can come work for you. Bezos: [his eyes widen as he thinks a moment] Is that so? Now those fools will pay! Stan: What fools will pay? Bezos: Uh no, sorry, um... you say you have worker-consumers? willing to box? Stan: Yeah, but listen: we want our stuff! We ordered a bunch of shit for the bike parade, and if we get you workers, we want them to deliver our stuff first! Bezos: Very well. Stay right where you are. [hangs up, goes back to the Mayor, and stares at her for a few seconds] You didn't tell me there was a bike parade. Mayor: I didn't think it was relevant. Bezos: Everything is relevant when it comes to customers. [goes to Alexa View and waves his hand across the screen. Butters is shown working on his bike again] Scene Description: Dramatic music begins as Bezos smiles after looking at the Alexa View. Josh begins his speech off screen. Josh: The history of this world... Scene Description: A panning shot of the employees yelling and protesting outside the fulfillment center. Josh: is the history of class struggles. Scene Description: A panning shot of the customers yelling and holding up their signs outside the fulfillment center Josh: Alienated from the products of their labor... Scene Description: Stotch Residence, garage. Butters is working on his bike, looking at his bike spokes. Josh: from their fellow laborers and from their very essence. Scene Description: Zewiski Residence, garage. Larry is adding more flags to his bike while Mercedes and Porsche admire him from outside. Josh: The oppressed worker will eventually strike back at those capitalists who control the means of production. Scene Description: South Park Mall, interior. The four boys go back inside the mall. The mall workers emerge as the light from outside hits them Josh: We have nothing to lose but our chains. Scene Description: Crunchy's Microbrew, interior. The strikers are standing and paying attention Josh: We will unite in revolution. Gruff Worker: And if others try to break through the picket line? Josh: [a box on a stool] Nothing else can be allowed into the fulfillment center, no matter what the cost. Skeeter: We're ready to follow you, Josh. Josh: Then follow me to Hell.

Scene Description: Kyle's bed, sunrise. Kyle is still in bed when his alarm goes off. he wakes up and jumps off his bed, grabs his phone, and runs downstairs. Bright music plays. Ike peeks out from his room and sees Kyle run by. Kyle opens the front door and sees all the Amazon stuff he had purchased and was waiting for. He breaks out into a grin Kyle: Yehehes! Yeessss! Gerald: [comes out from the kitchen] What is it, Kyle? Kyle: I got fulfilled! It's all the stuff I ordered for the bike parade. [his phone rings and he answers it] Yeah? Scene Description: Cartman Residence, living room. Eric is excited as he is surrounded by his Amazon packages and talks to Kyle on his Iphone Cartman: Kyle, did you get your stuff?! I got my stuff! Yeah, dude! [grabs one of his packages and holds it] Stan and Kenny got their stuff too! Bring it all over to my house! We gotta get ready for the bike parade! Scene Description: Broflofski residence, living room. Kyle runs back inside with one of packages Gerald: Hey, were my boxes there too? Kyle: No, Dad. These were special deliveries from Jeff Bezos. We helped Amazon with their strike, and he had our orders shipped. Gerald: Jeff Bezos? The founder and CEO of Amazon? Scene Description: A close up of the Amazon Echo in the living room is shown while Kyle talks to Gerald Kyle: [giggles] Yeah. We helped him find workers to work during the strike. Scene Description: Remote location. Jeff Bezos is shown eavesdropping on their conversation as well as several others on some dated hi-fi equipment. The conversations are heard through the massive headphones he is wearing. Kyle: So he found our orders and had them sent to us. Gerald: Well, can he find my packages too? [Static noise is heard as Bezos begins to turn the dial to another frequency] Woman 1: No, I know. They said the workers are still on strike. They don't know when our orders- [turns the dial] Man 1: Alexa, can I have my stuff shipped from a different ful-? [turns the dial] Man 2: No, that's a bad dog, Banjo! Bad dog! [turns the dial] Woman 2: [moaning] Oh, yes. Oh, oh, o- [turns the dial] Stuart: Jeff Bezos?! [Bezos stops and listens in intently] Are you freakin' kiddin' me?! Why is Jeff Bezos sending you packages? Scene Description: McCormick residence, living room. A close up of their Amazon Echo Dot is shown while Stuart continues to berate Kenny in the background. Carol and Karen McCormick are standing behind Stuart and observing. The camera eventually focuses on Kenny and Stuart Stuart: Do you even care there's a strike going on?! Kenny: (No, Dad. These are all for the bike parade.) Stuart: Bike parade?! You dad is part of the strike, you little shit! [Kenny opens a box and gives Stuart the finger] This whole town is suffering because of Amazon and you're out worrying about a bike parade! [Kenny pulls out a small Statue of Liberty.] Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. Randy and Sharon are in the kitchen. Sharon is sitting at the dinner table and rests her head on her right hand as Randy rants and paces back and forth. Randy: I can't even believe you would say that, Sharon! Sharon: Randy, it's time to face it. Your weed farm idea didn't work. You barely sell to two people a day. Randy: It's the stupid Amazon strike! I rely on things for marketing, Sharon! A small business needs products for exposure, and until those assholes go back to work, small businesses are gonna suffer! [someone knocks on the front door.] Man 3: [Randy looks over] Ex-excuse me. Could I buy some weed? Randy: [leaves the kitchen for the front door] Aw yeah yeah, Of course. Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, living room. Randy walks in and goes to the coffee table which has some bottles and a fanny pack that he picks up. Towlie is sitting on the couch reading a magazine. Randy: Out early today, huh? [arrives at the door and rummages through the fanny pack] Man 3: Yeah it's this stupid Amazon strike. None of my orders are getting fulfilled, and I just need something to take the edge off. Randy: Yeah, tell me about it. Man 4: [appearing at the farm's entrance] Hey, are you selling weed? Randy: Uh, yeah. Man 4: [arrives at the door as man 3 leaves] My wife is going nuts not getting her packages. I told her I'd find her some kush. Randy: [walks back to the table to pick up more weed] Yeah, the Amazon strike really sucks. [a truck full of strikers pulls up] Driver: [gets out with his sign] Hey man, we're about to go spend a day in the picket line. Can you sell us some weed? Randy: You're strikers? Man 4: [turns around to face the driver] Well why don't you guys get back to work so we can get our packages? Driver: [points at him] Hey, fuck you buddy! Randy: Okay, okay, hold on. Uh, let me got some more weed. [notices more people driving up and walking to his door] Huh. Scene Description: Amazon Fulfillment Center, day. The strike continues and local media is covering it Tom: [off screen] It's Day 5 of the Amazon Fulfillment Center strike. [The police are shown trying to keep the strikers corralled] Nothing has been resolved, and there is ever-mounting tension between the striking Amazon workers [a close up of the strikers] and the people who want their stuff. [a close up of the townspeople demanding their stuff] Scene Description: News Studio. Tom is sitting at the news desk and continues his report. Tom: Josh Carter is an Amazon employee who suffered a horrific workplace accident. In order to drum up support for the strike, he's recently FedExed himself to Washington. [Josh is on top of a stool with the White House behind him] How are things going, Josh? Josh: They're going well, Tom. Thank you. You know, what happened to me could happen to any worker at a fulfillment center. I'm speaking to Congress here and then heading back to Colorado tomorrow via UPS. Tom: Meanwhile, Amazon says it's training new workers to replace the strikers. However, because the workers previously worked at a mall, they've had no human contact for quite some time. Scene Description: Amazon Fulfillment Center, day. Stephen briefs the new workers on the center's operations Stephen: Welcome to the fulfillment center. I'm your floor manager, Stephen Stotch. [the new employees hiss and growl back.] Being a fulfilled isn't hard. Uh, you just follow a few basic steps. [Mall Worker 1 rises up and hisses, then drops back down behind a lift] You start by getting an order on your fulfillment device. [taps on his device] Uh, it's order 6503. Mrs. Sandy Milner wants a Luminart coffee grinder. So you send that order to the first available transaction robot. [drives the robot left out of a parking spot] Okay, the robot will locate the grinder and bring it to the packing area. [The robot stops and drops tee coffee maker onto a conveyor which is being manned by Mall Worker 7. she watches it roll by, and it reaches the mall worker at the end of the belt] Now, put the coffee grinder in the box to fulfill the order. [the worker makes a move but stops himself] Go on. Put it in. [the worker grabs the grinder, stands up, and put it in the box.] Mall Worker 8: This isn't very fulfilling. Stephen: Sure it is. You just gotta get into it, okay? That's one order down, we have [taps his device] 12,400 more to go. [more hissing from the new hires] Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. Business has picked up at Randy's place as indicated by a long line of customers. Randy is now selling from a stand with Towlie helping him out Randy: [speaking with an accent] All right, there you go, friend. That's an ounce of weed, and thanks for supportin' small business. Next? Man 5: Hey, could you sell me more than an ounce? Randy: Sorry friend, that's the law. Us simple farmin' folk respect the law and each other. Man 5: No, it's fine. I'll just go over to the Anderson Weed Farm and buy more there. Randy: [looks over to the Anderson Weed Farm, which has a no-limit purchase sign on its stand. He then drops his accent] Well don't buy weed from them. Their weed sucks. Man 5: It's a long way to drive out here. Need to make it worth my while. [leaves] Scene Description: The barn, later. Randy paces the floor there looking concerned, while Towlie is seated on top of the table, stoned. Both have a joint in their hand. Randy: Shit! This whole Amazon strike has more people smoking weed than ever. We have to make sure Tegridy Weed stays ahead of the competition! Towelie: [takes a puff] We need to find a way to get the weed to the people. Randy: Yeah, like a, like a delivery service. Some way so people don't have to drive out here and even see the other weed farms! Towelie: You know what they got? They got these e-scooters nowadays. Randy: You mean the things that almost killed us all on Halloween? Yeah, I 'member. [takes a puff from his joint] Towelie: What if we use e-scooters to get the weed directly to the customers? Randy: Oh shit. We could have Tegridy all over town. Scene Description: The Stotch house, after sunset. Stephen arrives home with his head down. He heads inside and is surprised to see a lot of Amazon boxes in the living room Stephen: What the-? Linda: Stephen! Stephen! It's a miracle! [she gives him a hug] Stephen: I don't understand. Butters: [pulls out a gold covered bicycle by its handle from a box] Look Dad, a whole new bicycle! I'll win the bike parade for sure! Linda: You must have gotten our Prime membership back! Stephen: I guess I did. The bigwigs promoted me to manager. I'm been training new employees. [A close up of their Amazon Echo is shown] Scene Description: Remote location. Jeff Bezos is shown eavesdropping again. The conversations are heard through the massive headphones he is wearing. Stephen: When did all this stuff arrive? Linda: It just came a few hours ago. [Bezos turns the dial while some static noise is heard] Oh Stephen, you did it! Scene Description: The remote location. Bezos smiles as he takes his headphones off and get up. Mayor McDaniels is revealed to be the same room and he approaches her. Bezos: Your townspeople are beginning to learn that cooperation is rewarded by fulfillment. Now there's only one true enemy who stands in our way. Tonight he's giving a talk on Marxist theory. Scene Description: The talk, evening. An audience filled studio with Josh, in a box, on a pedestal with a glass of water on a stool nearby. Josh: How is the common worker kept submissive? By the institutions and the ideology of the bourgeoisie. We only ask for compassion, for a fair share of the fruits of our labors. [Kenny, sitting next to Stuart, is bored and sighs] Scene Description: Larry's driveway, day. Larry is showing off his bike to three girls, one of them is Sally Darson Larry: Yeah, it's this Saturday. Everyone's gonna watch. You girls should come check it out. Yeah, it's gonna be a pretty nice bike parade, I suppose. Butters: [riding up] Hey, Larry. [his gold and diamond encrusted pentacycle is quite blinged out, and he wears a matching crown] You gettin' excited for the bike parade? [Larry and the girls are stunned] Yeah, I guess I'm lookin' forward to it. Girl: Wow. Butters: I guess my bike could be in the bike parade. I... I hadn't really thought about it. Larry: Uh, y-you girls check out the flag on the back of my bike? They, they're silk. Butters: Oh yeah. [presses a button on the handlebars and busts out the peacock feathers, complete with the shake at the end for maximum spread.] I'll see you there, Larry. Later, girls. [turns the bike around and rides away while pressing his bike horn. The girls look at Larry, who is smiling nervously at them and they walk away.] Sally: [disappointed, walks away] Hmph! Butters: [riding along on the street] Yippie! [he passes Towelie, who is on an e-scooter on the sidewalk] Scene Description: The Valmer house, moments later. Towelie stops there and knocks on the door. Ryan and Sarah sit on the sofa with nothing to do Ryan: Amazon Boxes?! [gets up to check] Sarah: [sits up] It might be! Ryan: [opens the door] Yes! [sees no boxes, but looks down] Oh. Towelie: Hello, sir. I have your weed delivery. Ryan: My what? Sarah: [squeezes by] Oh, that's mine. Towelie: There you are, ma'am. [hands her a small bottle of weed] Enjoy your Tegridy. Ryan: You got a-? Are, are we splitting that? Sarah: Get your own. [goes back inside] Ryan: Do you have more? Towelie: We're here to please the customer! [hands him one as well] Scene Description: Cartman's driveway, day. Triumphant music plays as the boys' project is almost finished. It looks like a plane, with four cockpits - a central one, two side ones, and a front one. Cutouts of all the world's cultures are taped to the connecting rod and wings. It's magnificent Stan: Dude, we did it. Kyle: They look amazing. Cartman: There's no way we can't win, you guys. We are going to kill at the bike parade. We finally did it. We worked together, we overcame adversity, and everything is finally gonna be cool again. Kyle: [notices Kenny arriving] All right, Kenny's here. [to Kenny] Come on, dude. We're gonna take 'em for a test spin. Kenny: (Guys, listen to me. I'm not gonna do the bike parade.) Stan: You're not gonna do the bike parade? Kyle: Well why not? Kenny: (It's complicated. I talked to my father and he says it's all a bunch of commodity fetishism.) Stan: Commodity fetishism? Kenny: (Yes, it's stupid, but I'm out.) [turns and walks away] Kyle: Kenny, you can't quit now! We have a four-bike theme! Cartman: Yeah, how do we do the changing face of immigrants in America without the Philippines?! Kenny: (I can't do it, guys! I quit.) [walks off] Cartman: [panicking, grabs Kenny and pull him back] Kenny, no! You can't do this! We've worked so hard, and we've come so close! Oh my G- Oh my God! My anxiety! My anxiety is going off, you guys! Stan: Come on, Kenny, don't be a dick! Kenny: (You guys don't understand! My dad is one of the strikers!) [walks away] Cartman: [gives chase, but then stops and begins to hyperventilate] Oh my God! We did so much! We went through all this and he just quits?! That's it! That's it! I'm gonna shoot up the skewl! Stan: [calmly, quietly] Don't shoot up the school. Cartman: No, 'cause it's not fair! You work your ass off for nothing, and now my anxiety's back, and I'm gonna shoot up the skeewwwwl! Scene Description: Amazon Fulfillment Center, morning. The strike continues. Burly Worker: Here come the temp workers! Scabs! Strikers: Scabs! Scabs! Scabs! Scabs! Scabs! [this is repeated over and over. The mall workers in the bus just hiss and growl.] Stephen: [seated now with Gerald] Yeah, it's not always easy being a fulfiller, but I think, eventually, you'll find it's a rewarding job. Gerald: I don't really care. I just want my stuff. If I have to work at Amazon to get my packages, then so be it. Stuart: [among the strikers, he tries to run and catch up with the bus] Stotch! Hey Stotch! [the bus stops.] Stephen: [Annoyed] What do you want, Stuart? Stuart: I just thought you'd want to know the kind of people you're sellin' out for. Stephen: What are you talking about? Stuart: It's Josh, man! He's gone missing! [Stephen is stunned at the revelation] Scene Description: Kyle's garage, day. The project has been dismantled and the boys have taken their pieces and gone home. Kyle, looking very depressed, has taken his bike apart and is repainting it. Stan walks his bike up to Kyle's driveway. Stan: How's it going? Kyle: How's it look like it's going? There's no way we're going to win this stupid bike parade! Stan: Our bikes aren't so bad. Kyle: [comes out to the driveway] Face it Stan! Our bikes suck! We're gonna lose! We're gonna be the laughingstock of the whole thing! Cartman: Kyle's right. [the boys turn and see Cartman with his bike and looking down] I already bragged to everyone we were gonna beat them like bitches at the bike parade. We're gonna look like total douchebags. [he moves up closer to where Stan and Kyle are] Stan: I thought the four of us were unstoppable. Cartman: We are. It's just Kenny fucked us again. Kyle: I wish there never was a bike parade. Cartman: Yeah. Hey. What if there wasn't? Stan: What? Cartman: What if the bike parade got cancelled? We're never gonna win the bike parade, but if we get cancelled, then everybody loses. Stan: How do we get the bike parade cancelled? Cartman: How do you get anything cancelled? You bitch about it being insensitive! Stan: Hey, yeah. We can go to the Mayor and force her to cancel it. Kyle: What's offensive about a bike parade? Cartman: "What's offensive about a bike parade?" Kyle, you small-minded piece of shit! We should cancel you just for saying that. Kyle: Oh, I get it. Stan: Yeah! All four: Yeah! Cartman: Everybody loses, you guys! Scene Description: An empty warehouse, day. Josh sits on a chair all alone, until Jeff walks in with the Mayor. He has a smug look on his face. Bezos: Do you know who I am? Josh: [nervously] Yeah. You're Jeff Bezos. Bezos: And you are Josh, former Amazon employee who suffered a workplace accident. You were wrongly packaged into a box, and now, if anyone tries to open it, your insides will burst apart. So you seek revenge. Josh: This isn't about revenge, Bezos. It's about the production of too many useful things resulting in too many useless people! Bezos: See how the box ridicules commercialism in order to try and feel better about itself. Josh: Damn you! You made everything nice and convenient, didn't you, Bezos?! But humans are more than consumers! Bezos: That's very eloquent... for a box- [walks towards the entrance doors] A box that is the last thing standing in the way of real economic progress for this town. Josh: [whispers] What are you gonna do to me? Bezos: I'm not going to do anything to you. Alexa, go ahead. Sent them in. Alexa: Okay. [the doors open and a bunch of kids walks in, chatting away] Bezos: Hello, children. Uncle Jeff has a surprise for you! Who wants a special present for the bike parade?! Kids: Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me! Me!... Josh: Oh my God... Bezos: Whoever opens the box gets what's inside! [the kids run to the box] Josh: [panicking] No! No, don't give in to your consumerism, kids! [the kids grab the box and fight over it as Jeff screams a few times] NO! [screams some more. Mayor McDaniels turns around to avoid seeing the inevitable, while Bezos continues to smile as he watches Josh's suffering. One of the kids eventually takes hold of the tattered box] Boy: It's mine! It's mine! I got it! I get it! [opens the box and gets Josh's blood and guts all over himself. The other kids get splattered as well] Bezos: Heheh. [the Mayor finally looks] Scene Description: Larry's house, day. He's in the dining room talking to someone Larry: Every year, I win the bike parade. It's the one thing I care about. Now there's kids out there who have better bikes than me because you won't get off your ass and work, Dad! Mr. Zewiski: [the gruff worker] Larry, I want to! But I'd be a no-good traitor! Can't you understand?! [his wife stands by the front door] Larry: All I understand is that you suck! [turns and runs off. Mr. Zewiski gets up and heads for the front door] Mrs. Zewiski: Where are you going? Mr. Zewiski: Son's right. Picket line or not, I'm gonna cross it, right now! [opens the door and finds Towelie at his doorstep] Towelie: Hello, sir. I have your weed delivery. Mr. Zewiski: Oh, my weed. Forgot I ordered that. Randy: [scootin' by. He is wearing a helmet with a large "BUY TEGRIDY WEED" sign on top] Oh hey, listen! We have an app now! You can keep track of your orders and get your Tegridy delivered even faster. [his phone dings] Oop. There's an order now. [scoots away] Scene Description: Downtown South Park, day. The boys walk through the commercial district. Many of the businesses that they pass by have a "Closed" or "Out of Business" sign. Stan: First thing we've gotta do to get the bike parade cancelled is raise awareness. Cartman: Yeah. We're gonna need poster boards, markers, and lots of glitter and glue. Kyle: I can't believe Kenny bailed on us just because he thinks Jeff Bezos is a bad guy. Cartman: Yeah, how can somebody who gives you whatever you want be a bad guy? [Stan walks up to a storefront and knocks on the door, then looks back at the other boys] It's locked. [knocks again] Richard: [walks up with his wife] They're closed. We're all closed. Our coffee shop - everything. Cartman: But we're outraged about something. We need glitter and glue. Richard: Yeah. Well, when the Amazon Fulfillment Center opened, everything else went out of business. Mayor: [off screen] I let it happen. [the boys and the Tweeks turn to look. The mayor is now seated on a bench nearby with her hands clasped] I thought the fulfillment center would be nothing but great for the town. Instead it's... it's buried us. Man 5: But it's Christmas. It's Christmas and we've no presents, no decorations. And there's no one who can help us. [the sound of sleigh bells breaks the gloom] Man 6: [points] Look! Santa: [On his sleigh, with his eight reindeer] Ho ho ho ho! Man 7: It's Santa! [Santa comes back around and lands on the street. Everyone cheers] Woman 3: It's a miracle! Santa: [gets out of his sleigh] I heard some people here might need a little Christmas magic. Stan: We sure do, Santa! Man 8: It's only a couple of weeks until Christmas, and we don't have any presents! Santa: Well, that's no problem for the hometown of my favorite holiday poo! Where is Mr. Hankey? [everyone's smiles disappear] Where is that old bundle of Christmas cheer? Mayor: We... We had to get rid of Mr. Hankey. Santa: Got rid of him? Mackey: Uh, Mr. Hankey did somethin' bad, and we were forced to make him uh... leave. Forever. Santa: Jesus, what did he do? Fuck a kid? Mayor: No. He um.. he tweeted some uh... inappropriate things. Santa: [cynically] "He tweeted some inappropriate things?" [silence] Oh, you bunch of fuckin'- I'm getting back in my sleigh now. [goes back in] Stan: Nononono! Wait wait wait, please! Santa: Merry Christmas! Have fun sucking Jeff Bezos' dick, you bunch of cunts! [rides off as the townspeople are shocked] Scene Description: The Stotch home, exterior, night. "Silent Night" is heard. Singer: Christ, the savior, is born... Scene Description: Stotch residence, living room. A panning shot from the Christmas tree to Stephen sits on the sofa all alone and looking depressed DJ: Continuing with non-stop holiday music. Here's a song from that hot new group, The PC Babies. It's a song about how the idea of Mrs. Claus perpetuates female stereotypes. It's called, "Jingle All The Waahhhh." [Christmas themed jazz music plays as the sound of babies crying starts up. Stephen buries his face in his hands] Butters: [walks up and stands next to the Christmas tree] Hey Dad? I don't need anything more. I mean, if I don't win that bike parade, I don't care. I have you guys, and... that's more important than a bike parade will ever be. Stephen: No it isn't, Butters. I want to quit working for Amazon. I want to quit working for Amazon. I want to join my friends in striking but... I know that you have to have your stuff to be happy. Butters: No I don't Dad. Stephen: [stands up] You need your Amazon Prime shows and your music and your books. and your things delivered to your door like little presents to yourself that make you feel satisfied. I can live without those things, but you... can't. [turns away and goes to the front door] That's why I'm gonna continue working at Amazon. For you! [opens the front door and sees Towelie there.] Towelie: [sounding stoned] Hello, sir. I'm with the Tegridy Weed Company. We're just makin' sure folks are aware of our new rewards program. Stephen: What? Towelie: We now have three levels of membership for our weed. There's Tegridy, Tegridy Plus, and Tegridy Elite. But you don't want to be elite, 'cause elite's got no Tegridy. [Stephen mulls this over] Scene Description: A bridge over a lake near town, day. Stan, Kyle, and Cartman lean over the top of it looking over the water Cartman: It's just such bullcrap, you guys. Kyle: Such bullcrap. Cartman: How come everything out there is getting cancelled, but when it comes to us, we just can't do it? Stan: I mean, are we supposed to just keep going? Just go on, making total asses of ourselves? Kyle: [turns away from the bridge, followed by Stan and Cartman] No. No! The problem is that when it comes to outrage, your average person actually doesn't give a shit, unless it has something to do with them. Cartman: [walks up next to Kyle] That's right. we've been selfish. We can't get the parade cancelled for us. We have to do it for all the other people who want it cancelled, but their voices aren't being heard! Stan: [walks up next to Kyle] Yeah! What? Did we think this was a fucking joke? The bike parade is offensive, and the government thinks they can just force it on everyone! Cartman: Come on! I'm actually pissed off now! [they walk off] Scene Description: City Hall, day. The three boys walk up to the building and burst into the Mayor's office. Stan: Mayor, we demand you cancel this bike parade! Cartman: It is nihilistic and out of touch with progressive thinking! [the executive armchair turns around to reveal Jeff Bezos, with a smug look. He puts his feet up and communicates telepathically] Bezos: What's the matter? Afraid you wouldn't win? Stan: It's him. Bezos: The bike parade was quite useful to me. You see, people will do anything to have fulfillment. They finally realized the only way to get it would be to all work for the fulfillment center. Cartman: Who would use the bike parade like some $20 hooker? Kyle: Kenny was right about you. You're a bad guy! Bezos: Oh, you mean your little socialist friend? Yes, he's starting to rattle his sword now, too. Alexa, kill Kenny. Alexa: Okay. I'll kill Kenny for you. Stan: [raises his arms] No! Kyle: Why are you doing this?! Bezos: [gets up and walks around the boys] Don't you see I'm trying to help? Before, there was war between classes, customers and workers at odds. All I've done is create the new class: the consumer-worker. The future. Right now your parents, your teachers, everyone you know are showing up to work at the fulfillment center, and I'm afraid you are all going to lose the bike parade. Randy: [from the ground below] Bezos! Bezos! Crowd: [from the ground below] Bezos! Bezos! Bezos! [Bezos opens the windows and is surprised to see the large crowd below. The camera pans across the scene, as the townspeople stand in unity, with their arms on their neighbors' back. Randy then takes a step forward] Randy: Hello Bezos! You can take your fulfillment center and fulfill it right up your ass! See, there's one thing you didn't count on, and that's Tegridy! Just look in the eyes of these people! [a close-up look shows a lot of bloodshot eyes] Everyone has Tegridy now! Tegridy that you will never understand! We aren't just different classes of people anymore, we are a town! Bezos: [annoyed] Are you all high? Crowd: [shifting their eyes around] No, no... Randy: Why do you ask that? Bezos: Because I'm over here! Randy: Oh. Hang on. [notices where Bezos is and walks towards the window. Everyone has been facing left of City Hall] Hold on. Okay, I got it. Anyways... you see, Tegridy is something that can't be understood by big corporations! Oh, they'll try to package Tegridy, but only I can really package Tegridy. I got more money now 'cause of Tegridy, and that's 'cause I figured out how to get Tegridy to everyone. And that's- now everyone is in their state of Tegridy that's impenetrable. Am I making sense? Bezos: NO! Randy: The point is, nobody's comin' to work for you! So you can take your whole plan and fulfill it somewhere else! [the crowd cheers "Yeah!"] Bezos: [raises his arms to the sky] Damn you, Tegridy! [upbeat music starts] Scene Description: The montage finale, with a reprise of "Colorado Farm". Mayor McDaniels cuts the ribbon to commence the bike parade. Among the kids at the front of the parade are Wendy, Heidi, Henrietta, Pete, Craig, and Jimmy. The children begin to ride through a residential area, while their parents and other residents including Dr. Mephesto and Mr. Mackey watch...and appear to be stoned. Singers: Ice-cold beer, down-home days country music and bike parades We got Tegridy all around (round, round) That's life livin' in our Colorado town. [a shot of the PC babies crying as a stoned Strong Woman holds one of them up in her arms] Stan: I guess they are offensive. [Kyle laughs] Scene Description: As the parade continues through town, Big Gay Al and Mr. Slave can be seen getting high while grilling. The mall workers are on a driveway and waving. More kids including Michael and Bebe can be seen. Cartman is shown with Kenny's coffin attached to his bike, draped with the banner, "Remember Kenny". The group eventually goes in front of the Stotch residence, where Linda and Stephen are sitting and stoned. Singers: We don't need nothing from big corporations We don't need progress or fancy educations Maybe our tegridy keepw us down (down, down) But that's life livin' in our Colorado town. Butters: Hey, Mom. Hi Dad. Stephen: [Waves to him as he passes by] Sure are, Butters. Scene Description: The parade continues onto the Park County Police Station, where Sargent Yates and uniformed officers can be seen smoking a joint and passing it. Mr. Adams and President Garrison are also there and watch. It continues on past the church and back to a residential area where Jimbo gives a badly injured Ned a hit of his weed. Singers: Now we gotta learn to live without boxes every day We might wake up tomorrow and wonder why they went away [President Garrison, in cuffs, waves at the participants] Guess you might call us a bunch of white trash hicks (hicks, hicks) [even Father Maxi is smoking a joint] But at least we ain't suckin' no Bezosian dicks. Scene Description: An overhead shot of the parade continuing through a residential area is shown, followed by an image of a jar of Tegridy Weed at the center of the screen Announcer: Tegridy Weed. Comin' soon to a giant online retailer near you.

Scene Description: The South Park theme song is replaced by one for the new series, Tegridy Farms, starring Randy Marsh: Goin' down to Tegridy Farms, gonna have myself a time. Friendly faces everywhere, humble folks without temptation, Goin' down to Tegridy Farms, gonna leave my woes behind. There's ample parking day or night, people spouting, 'Howdy, neighbor!' I'm headin' on up to Tegridy Farms, gonna see if I can't unwind... Towelie: I got ...some weed and I don't know what's goin' on Come on down to Tegridy Farms and meet some friends of mine... As the song plays, this happens: a flyover shot of the valley Tegridy Farms is in. A jar of Tegridy Weed floats by. Randy is shown driving his tractor. The camera zooms on on a house on which roof "Tegridy Farms" is painted. Shelley and Stan are reaping weed as Randy looks on, toking. Towelie enters the house. Randy shows off his greenhouse. Sharon vacuums hanging harvested weed. Randy walks out of the barn covered in weed. Randy and Towelie each smoke a joint on the couch. Randy tries baking brownies and burns them. Smoke comes out of the oven while he holds a tray of them. Randy poses with the family and with Towelie as the song ends. Only Randy and Towelie smile. Scene Description: The camera pans up from the weed patch and aims at the house. Bunches of weed hang from clotheslines as a fan softly dries them Randy: [voice-over] Some people like their weed made the old-fashioned way. [several laborers are in the field harvesting weed] Here at Tegridy, we believe weed is about people. [Randy is shown leading a group of people on a tour of his operation.] Over the past few months, Tegridy has expanded from the simple farmhouse you see behind me to actually owning the entire 420 Valley. And I think you'll see on this tour that even though our business has grown, we just kept our weed simple. [Randy continues the tour on a tram] It takes over a thousand plants to make just one box of Tegridy Weed. [points to his left] There's Juan Carlos over there; he's one of our newest employees. [calls out to him] 'Mornin' Juan Carlos! [Juan Carlos looks up and meekly waves back. Passengers take pictures of him. The next scene has Randy and the group on a moving sidewalk] What happens when you combine science... with Tegridy? A lot of magic. Here you can see our latest growing methods along with our science center. [Towelie is shown sampling the weed. Next stop, the tasting room. Randy and the group ride up in a small riverboat, the S.S. Tegridy.] And of course, it wouldn't be Colorado weed without our Rocky Mountain High tasting room. Feel free to come back here later and try all our... Tegridy products. [the tour ends, and Randy leads the group out] Well, folks, we hope you enjoyed your tour. There's a lot to buy here in the gift shop and, please, do remember, your tour guides work on tips. Let's give me a big hand. [the grop claps] Scene Description: Tegridy Farms house, living room. Stan tallies the day's receipts on the laptop and Cartman chills on the sofa. Cartman: This sucks balls. Ever since you guys moved, everything just keeps changing. I mean, how are all us kids supposed to have any hope anymore? All I think about is all the problems our generation is inheriting: climate change, overfishing, Kyle. I mean, how are we supposed to get happy about anything? [Randy comes in] Hey there, Stan. You input all the weed orders? Stan: Yeah, it's all right here. Randy: Ah, hahah-uhl, oh. [scratches the back of his neck] Looks like our orders are actually... down. You sure you did that right? Stan: Yeah, I went through it twice. People aren't ordering as much as last month. Randy: Not ordering as much? Why... what the hell is going on? Scene Description: South Park, day. Randy drives up to the Stotch house, goes to the front door and rings the bell. Stephen answers Stephen: Oh, hey, Randy. Randy: [with a box of Tegridy Weed, tips his hat to him] Howdy, Stephen. How've you been gettin' on? Stephen: Good. How's life in the Valley been treatin' ya? Randy: Oh, it's early mornin's and lots of hard work, but, gotta do what's best for my young 'uns. I've noticed you haven't supplied up in a while, Stephen, so I thought I'd deliver your weed to you personally. Stephen: Oh... yeah, no [scratches the back of his neck], I... actually... hadn't ordered any in a while. Randy: Why not? You're not gettin' all sober on us, are ya? Stephen: No. Well... here, let me show you. [takes Randy to the back yard shows him what he's been up to] What do you think? [before them is Stephen's starter weed garden] I started growing my own plants a couple of weeks ago. I totally get it. It's a really fun hobby. That's Diego, my gardener. Randy: Ohhh he, haha, hey... fuck you. Stephen: What? Randy: My weed not good enough for ya? Something wrong with Tegridy? Stephen: No, I just started kinda getting into it. I just enjoy the whole- Randy: You're stealing my idea Stephen! Stephen: Come on, growing marijuana is not your idea. Randy: Yeah-huh! While you assholes were all screwing around, I went out and made a living! When you grow your own pot, you're taking weed out of my children's mouths! Mr. Mackey: [enters the back yard through the sliding door] Oh hey, guys. Sorry, the front door was open, so I just walked on in. Seein' if I could still get those seeds from ya, Stephen? Randy: [glares at Stephen] What seeds?! Mr. Mackey: Oh, I was gonna try my hand at growin' some weed and Stephen said he'd give me some seeds to get started. Randy: [sticks up both middle fingers to Stephen and Mr. Mackey] FUUUCK YOU GUYS! [turns to Stephen] I'll get you for this, Stephen! You mess with my Tegridy, and I'm gonna mess with you! [leaves the yard. Moments later, he returns for the weed he was going to leave to Stephen, looks at Mr. Mackey, and walks out] Scene Description: Kum & Go liquor store. A depressed Cartman walks up to a soda fountain with a Mega Gulp cup and serves himself a bunch of sodas, then goes to the coffee machine and serves himself some decaf coffee in the same cup. He then walks up to the counter and pays up Clerk 1: You alright there, partner? Cartman: Kids are being handed a world that's broken and sick. We aren't the ones who messed this planet up, but we're the ones who will pay the price. Clerk 1: Okay, you have a nice day. [Cartman takes his change and receipt, and walks out.] Scene Description: Outide the liquor store. As Cartman leaves the store, a Department of Homeland Security car zooms by, followed by a black van. Cartman just looks on and takes a sip of his soda. Scene Description: The Stotch house. ICE agents are at the house hauling Diego out. Stephen chases after them. Diego: ¡Por favor no! ¡Por favor! Nomás quiero trabajar! ["Please no! please! I just want to work!"] Stephen: This is inhumane! Diego is my gardener! Cartman: [walks up and looks at an agent while taking a sip of his drink] What's going on? Agent 1: This is an ICE raid, son. You need to keep back. Agent 2: Put him in my car. [a third agent takes Diego away] Cartman: What did that guy do? Agent 1: Somebody called in an anonymous tip that he might be here illegally. Esposa: ¡No! ¡No te lo puedes llevar! ¡Es mi esposo! ¡Mi esposo! ["No! You can't take him away! He's my husband! My husband!"] [A female agent in a hoodie takes her away] Girl: Papa! Papa, no! Papa! Agent 3: Wife goes in the van, kids can go with Donovan. [A male agent grabs the kids and carries them offscreen] Stephen: Who called you people?! It was Randy Marsh, wasn't it?! Agent 1: We're just doin' our job, sir. If the family checks out, we'll release them from their detention centers. Cartman: Detention centers? [perks up] Well, this is nice! When did we start doing this? Agent 4: [the female agent] Kids go to LS22. Cartman: So anyone can make an anonymous tip and you can round up families and send them away? Nobody told me about this! I thought everything sucked now! Do you have a card? Scene Description: The Broflovski house, day. Ike is playing with blocks on the floor. Kyle is watching TV and eating cereal on the sofa as the phone rings. He picks up after seeing who's calling Kyle: What do you want? Scene Description: Cartman residence, Eric's bedroom. Cartman is reclining back with his legs up on his desk, looking at his nails while acting rather smug. Cartman: Do you remember last week you called me a butthole in front of Suzie Tobler? Kyle: Yeah, 'cause you were gonna snap her bra. Cartman: I want you to apologize for every time you've been a dick to me, Kyle. Kyle: Fuck you. Cartman: Oh! Are you sure you don't want to take that back? Uh-okay Kyle. Just remember, I gave you a chance. [the doorbell rings, and Ike goes to the door] Kyle: Are you done now? Can I hang up? [as Ike opens the door, ICE agents burst in and fan out] Agent 2: 220. We've breached the front door. Kyle: Hello? Ike: Mommy! Mommy! Gerald: [coming in from the kitchen] Excuse me, what is going on? [more agents come in through the back door behind him. The female puts Gerald against a wall and frisks him.] Agent 5: 640. On the first floor. [Agent 3 brings Sheila down the stairs] Sheila: Who are you people? Agent 3: We're ICE, ma'am. Gerald: We're American citizens! Agent 5: Just doin' our job, sir. If you check out, you'll be released from the detention centers. Gerald: Get the fuck out of my house! [the agents haul the Broflovskis out the door.] Kyle: Mom! Dad! Gerald: This is ridiculous! You can't take our children away from us! Cartman: [looking on through binoculars from his bedroom window and chuckles while snacking on chips.] That's so sweet. Agent 2: You guys take the parents, we'll take the kids. [Ike runs to Sheila and holds on to her] Agent 1: [grabs ahold of him] Come on, you! [grunts as he struggles to pull Ike off Sheila] Sheila: NO! You will not take my children from me! Cartman: Ha ha. No way. [grabs a handful of chips and eats them] Gerald: I-I'm telling you, I just don't know where our passports are! Agent 3: Then we have to detain you. If you're legal, you can sort it all out on Monday. Sheila: Monday?! [agent 2 pulls Ike off Sheila. Kyle is pushed into the back of a black sedan. He looks up from the backseat and sees Cartman smiling and waving to him.] Kyle: Goddamit, Cartman! Sheila: Ike! [to the agents] YOU CAN'T DO THIS! [Ike is put in the back of agent 2's car. The agents pull away from the house in their cruisers] Scene Description: City Hall, day. Stan speaks to the city council. Randy and Towelie sit in the otherwise empty audience section, and Randy interjects from time to time. Stan: [reading from 3x5 index cards] What happened to our country? People are being wronged by a broken system, and we must say "NO MORE." No more homegrown marijuana. Randy: [voicing several fake witnesses] Yeah, that's right! Yeah, that's right. Me too. Yeah, that's right! Stan: As the son of a proud American farmer, I am concerned about what homegrown can lead to. People can grow weed wrong and poison themselves. What? Randy: Yeah, that's right. Yeah! Come on! Stan: Unscrupulous growers could use cheap irrigation and drown babies. Oh, come on. Randy: That's right. Drown babies, yeah. Drown babies, that's right. Drown babies. Stan: The fact is simple. Marijuana must be grown with Tegridy. Randy: Tegridy. Stan: [mimicking Randy] Tegridy. Scene Description: South Park, on the drive home. Randy, Stan, and Towelie are quiet Randy: [Angrily takes a hit from his joint] Stupid government! How can they sit there and look a child in the face and it's fine for people to grow their own weed?! Towelie: [starts to roll a joint] Oh, why does it matter? Randy: Why does it? Ugh! Am I the only person here who understands what this will do to us?! Stan: Yeah, but Dad, you're gonna piss off everybody in South Park. Randy: You know what? Fuck South Park! Towelie: Fuck South Park? Randy: Yeah, I'm sick it! I'm just- I'm done! I don't give two shits about South Park! All that matters is Tegridy Farms now! Towelie: ... I don't know if you wanna say "Fuck South Park." Scene Description: A detention center in Texas, day. An ICE bus pulls up and drops off its group of kids. Kyle is among them Jeff: Good day, children. My name is Jeff. David: Buenos días, niños. Me llamo Jefe. ["Good morning, kids. My name is Heff-e"] Jeff: We know you've been separated from your families. David: Tu familia no está aquí, Es triste. Tu kri. Tu kri. ["Your family is not here. So sad. You cry. You cry."] Jeff: But we want you to get a little excited about the fun we have in store for you. David: Aquí es mervilosa! Divértida! ["It's marvelous here! Fun!"] [the two agents lead the kids inside] Scene Description: The detention center, inside Jeff: Everyone, please take your own piece of aluminum foil. David: Papél de aluminió, por favor. ["Please take a sheet of aluminium"] [each kid takes an aluminum sheet and goes into a large space to be used for sleeping] Rodgers: All new kids, el nombre ["Name"]. Line up and announce when your name is read. Martinez! Martinez: Aquí. ["Here"] Rodgers: Aguilar? Aguilar: Aquí. ["Here"] Rodgers: Broflovski? Kyle: Here! [the agent is shocked and looks around, then looks at David, approaching] David: Broflovski - is, is that an El Salvadorean name? Kyle: No, I'm Jewish. [Jeff and the other two agents are alarmed.] Jeff: What?! How did a Jew get in here? Kyle: I'm just here because some fat intolerant asshole didn't want me around! Boy: Yeah, that's why I'm here too. Girl: Yeah, me too. Jeff: Oh boy, we've gotta get this kid out of here. [voice softens to a whisper] People might think we're racist. Scene Description: The Marsh house, day. A car pulls up and two corporate bigwigs step out of it and walk to the front door. Randy comes out to greet his guests. Randy: Ah, sorry, tours at 11 and 2, and 4:20. Bigwig 1: Oh, we're not here for a tour, we represent a billion-dollar marijuana company. Randy: Ohh, I told you rich, big-city folk before: You can't buy Tegridy! Bigwig 1: You seem to be fighting the same fight we are. We just wanna help you. [pulls out a joint and lights it up with a lighter, then takes a toke before handing it to Randy.] Ever heard of Med Men? Randy: Yeah, I think so. [takes a toke and hands it back] What do you want with me? Bigwig 1: Well, we have a common problem. [takes a toke] Homegrown weed. Bigwig 2: [takes the joint from his partner] We're just worried about safety, you know? [takes a toke] Babies drowning in irrigation and such. Randy: [takes the joint from Bigwig 2] Yeah, I hate watching babies drown. [takes a toke] Seems like a waste of a good baby. [hands the joint to Bigwig 1] Bigwig 1: We're glad you agree. [takes a toke] Now what-? [Randy tokes several times] Randy: So you guys wanna team up and piggyback on the goodwill of the legalization movement for some good old-fashioned crony capitalism? I'm totally in. [exhales and a bunch of smoke drifts out] Scene Description: Detention center, Texas, day. Jeff, Kyle, and another agent site in Jeff's office. Behind Kyle is a waiting room with a one-way window Jeff: Sorry for our little mistake. We're goin' to get you on your way home as soon as we can. Kyle: What about all the other kids? When do they get to go home? Jeff: Hey. When it's raining, you gotta roll up the windows. We understand these things are hard for your people. Kyle: My people? Aren't you worried about what you're creating here?! Jeff: What do you mean? Kyle: You're pulling children away from their parents and isolating them behind bars. Jeff: Yes. Kyle: You're traumatizing them and teaching them to fear the U.S. government. Jeff: Correct. Kyle: Okay, let me try to put this in terms you people will understand. You know superhero movies, right? David: [gets excited and looks up from his phone] Yeah! Kyle: Okay. You remember how they always create the villain? Some random person who, when they were a child, got taken from their parents and locked away? And the kid was just left to sit and plot revenge? What you're doing here is creating a Mexican Joker! [The agents get alarmed again] And what's a Mexican Joker gonna do? He's gonna grow up and have memories of being wronged by you, and he will grow and wait, and then finally [makes a fist with his right hand and pounds it into his left hand] fight back with a passion unlike anything you've ever seen! Jeff: Which one of them do you think is Mexican Joker? Kyle: No, it could be any of them! That's the point! You don't know which kid in there is gonna snap from being separated and locked down like this! David: But... Doesn't Mexican Joker understand that we're just doing our job and making America great? Kyle: Mexican Joker doesn't care! When that kid grows up, all that will matter is getting back at all of you! David: Well, what would Mexican Joker- Jeff: Hey David, can I talk to you alone, please. Excuse us, kid. [Jeff puts Kyle in a waiting room just outside the office. Jeff and David begin to argue, but the office is soundproof, so we hear nothing. The camera switches to inside the office] Now then, the most important thing is that we've got to keep this quiet! We can't let Mexican Joker know that we're onto him. David: I don't wanna be part of a bad guy flashback scene. Maybe we should get kids out of here. Jeff: Now, listen: that's just what he wants us to do. David: What are you saying? Jeff: Im saying, what if he's on Mexican Joker's side? [the both look at Kyle through the window] Scene Description: The Marsh living room, evening. Randy has taken to adding up the tally himself on the laptop. Towelie enters the room Towelie: [upset] Hey Randy, did you go make a deal with another weed company? Randy: Yes, Towelie. I'm working on a merger with Med Men. Towelie: Med Men? But, those guys are posers. Randy: We have a deal in the works to help each other put a stop to home-growers once and for all. Towelie: Jesus... You know, I knew a guy who thought weed should be for everybody. A guy who believed in integrity. I don't understand who you even are anymore. Randy: That's because I'm the president of the company, and YOU are a TOWEL! Towelie: YOU're a towel! Randy: What is wrong with trying to protect our business? [Towelie walks towards the front door] Towelie: [stops and turns around] Because weed isn't supposed to be some money-grubbin' business model! It's a gift from God! And not something to exploited by some stupid towel! [opens the door and steps out] Randy: I AM NOT A TOWEL! Towelie: [turns around] Yeah. Yeah, sure thing, Randy. You are not a towel. [leaves, and Randy sighs with a mix of relief and anger] Scene Description: The Texas detention center, day. Jeff puts on a puppet show with David on the bullhorn and another agent at the spinet piano. Jeff provides the voices. Princess Star: My name is Princess Star, for I shine like all the stars in the night sky. Jeff: Kids, let's all say hi to Princess Star! David: Hi, Princess Star. Mexican Joker: Ha ha ha haa! It's me, Mexican Jokerrrrr! Jeff: Oh no! Everyone boo Mexican Joker, kids! Boooo! David: Boooo! Mexican Joker: I'm filled with anger and rage for what happened to me as a child! So now I will kill and rape you all! Princess Star: But Mexican Joker, you forget the magic word: Forgiveness. [a ding prompts the screen behind Jeff to come on and show "FORGIVENESS/EL PARDON"] Mexican Joker: I don't care about forgiveness! Princess Star: But you are a migrant from another country. We had to protect our borders and secure our jobs. Mexican Joker: I don't care! I'm going to rape you now! [Jeff has Mexican Joker rape Princess Star] Princess Star: Oh no, no, what about forgiveness? Mexican Joker: No forgiveness! [the kids' jaws drop as they see this simulated rape] Jeff: Boo! That's enough, Mexican Joker! Your rage and your anger have made you a bad person in the eyes of Christ. I know your life was hard as a kid, but everyone has hard times. [a bell rings and the show stops] Agent 6: Another busload comin' in. Jeff: [weary] Another busload? Oh, criminy! Scene Description: Texas detention center, outside. The ICE bus pulls up again and drops off its load of kids. This time, Cartman is among the kids. Kyle goes to the window to see the new kids. Jeff: Welcome, children. My name is Jeff. David: Hola niños, me llamo Jefe... ["Hello, kids. My name is Heff-e..."] [the kids are processed as before, but don't receive aluminum blankets. They go to the sleeping area. Cartman walks up to Kyle, who glares at him] Cartman: Oh, hey Kyle. Kyle: What the fuck are you doing here?! Cartman: So weak. Jimmy pissed me off 'cause he told the teacher I was texting in class, so I told Jimmy I'd have him sent off to a migrant detention center. He didn't believe me, so I said "Oh, I already did it to Kyle." Stan heard that, so he got pissed off and had me sent off to a migrant detention center. Kyle: I haven't seen my parents in *two weeks*! Nobody even knows where my little brother is! Cartman: I know. I know it sucks. But we're stuck in here together. Come on, buys. All we have to do is try to make the most of it. [smiles] Scene Description: It's a hard knock life for us. It's a hard knock life for us. [bounces around]' Scene Description: South Park, day. Randy wanders through Downtown and stops at CottonCraft Linen & Towels, where he stares at the window display of towels. Clerk 2: Hey, are you gonna buy a towel or just stare at them? Randy: I'm not a towel! Clerk 2: Go on! Get out of here! [Randy turns and walks away. As he walks down the sidewalk, he starts to groan as memories of recent days come flooding into his mind, accompanies by a range of emotions. The imaginary heads of Mr. Mackey, Stephen and Jimbo start to float around Randy] Mr. Mackey: Yeah, you know, I think I'll just grow my own weed. Stephen: Oh yeah, I'm growin' my own weed. Jimbo: I enjoy growin' my own weed now. Stephen: I'll grow my own weed. Jimbo: My own weed. Mr. Mackey: My own weed. I'll grow my own weed. Jimbo: I enjoy growin' my own weed. Stephen: Hey, I think I'll just grow my own weed. [Randy finds himself inside CottonCraft and angrily stares at the towels on display again.] Clerk 2: [throws him out] I said get out of here if you aren't buying towels! [Randy walks on getting filled with rage as he hears the voices again.] Stephen: I'll grow my own weed. Jimbo: My own weed. Stephen: My own weed. I'll grow my own weed. Jimbo: I'll grow my own weed. Stephen: I'll grow my own weed. Randy: [falling into despair thinking of himself as a towel] Aaaaaaaaaaah! [roars as he falls onto his knees in the middle of the street] Ah. Augh! Aaaaawwww!! Scene Description: Texas detention center clinic. A boy is strapped down to a table and wearing an electrified headband. He has a gag in his mouth. An agent zaps electricity through the boy from the headband Jeff: Hey. Hey! What the hell are you guys doin'?! David: Oh, hey Jeff. Rodgers read an article about how electroshock therapy can help people who've gone through traumatic experiences. We figured some treatments could help Mexican Joker deal with his trauma. Jeff: Are you guys completely stupid?! We can't perform shock therapy on every child that comes in here! Think of the budgetary restraints! David: To hell with the costs, Jeff! If Mexican Joker doesn't have flashbacks, then he doesn't grow up to be a monster! Jeff: What if this IS the flashback?! We might be IN the flashback, Dave! Maybe you're shocking the child that grows up to be Mexican Joker! [Rodgers takes over and zaps the boy] David: [distraught] Oh God! I don't know which way is up anymore! Jeff: We can't fight this guy alone, Dave. It's time to alert the military. Scene Description: Texas detention center clinic. The lights are out and most of the kids are asleep. Kyle and Cartman sleep back to back, but Cartman stands up and sings, and Kyle gets annoyed. Cartman: Don't it feel like the wind is always howlin'? Don't it seem like there's never any light? Santa never comes for me. Santa Claus no está aquí. ["Santa Claus is not here"] [Kyle takes his aluminum sheet, goes to a wall and wraps himself up in the sheet, then rests against that wall. Cartman follows him] Aw, come on, Kyle. I know it's no fun to be in here, but you can't think about yourself. Think about the greater good. [thinks a moment] Now, when you don't like people, you can have then taken from their families and put into camps. Why does that make you [gasps in realization] Ohhh my God. Ohhh Jesus, Kyle. I've totally forgotten you're a... Of course, you're extra sensitive to this stuff. Oh, dude, I'm so sorry. [Kyle takes his sheet and leaves the wall.] Oh, my God, Kyle. I didn't even make the connection, you know? I was just like, Oh, I'm gonna have Kyle thrown into a detention camp. That'll be sweet," and I didn't stop to think that... for you guys... it's not that sweet. Man, if I had just thought it through for like, two more minutes, I would have got you back some other way. I feel terrible, Kyle. Kyle: Wait. I have an idea how to get everyone out of here. Get everyone's aluminum foil and some scissors. Cartman: Why, Kyle? What are you gonna do with- Kyle: Just do it before I kill you! Cartman: Aluminum foil and some scissors. [walks off to collect them] Scene Description: A couple washing dishes in their own kitchen. Husband: That was a great dinner, honey. Wife: What do you wanna do for dessert? Husband: Hey! How about I cut us down some of our homegrown weed and we get baked? Wife: I'm in. [the husband walks out to the backyard for some weed and hears some noise. In the shadows, Randy sneaks away] Husband: Is someone there? [no other sound is heard] Huh. [walks to his weed and pulls out a knife to cut some down] Wife: Jack? Everything alright? Jack: Yeah. You want a normal size, or a big fatty? [the weed explodes and rips him to bits] Aa- Wife: JAACK! [a series of explosions follow throughout the neighborhood] Scene Description: Breaking News News Anchor: A brutal act of terror in an American town. Tonight, innocent people were attacked at their homes, in their yards, and the FBI believes they know who is responsible. The probable suspect? [A portrait sketch of a Mexican male with a thin mustache, wearing a sombrero appears at the corner of the screen.] Mexican Joker. [shows a look of dread, as the sound of people screaming is heard] Uhuh. Yeah, that's right. Joining me now is Commander Miller of National Defense. Cmdr Miller: We've only recently learned of Mexican Joker's existence. News Anchor: Waa huhaugh. Cmdr Miller: He has no reason. He has no compassion. News Anchor: Aaagh. Cmdr Miller: Mexican Joker simply wants to invoke fear. News Anchor: Oohh! Cmdr Miller: We are advising people to stay inside! News Anchor: Uh, look. Captain, uh... Captain, what made Mexican Joker this way? Why is Mexican Joker so... filled with hate? Cmdr Miller: Well, it's most likely something that happened to him as a child. Whatever bent Mexican Joker's mind this way, it clearly happened a... long... a long time ago. [the news break dissolves into the Texas detention center, and Jeff is at his desk] Jeff: Oh shit, it's the flashback! David: This is the flashback?! Jeff: It's the flashback! Come on! Something must be happening with the kids! [the agents rush to the sleeping area and see a gathering] Oh Christ, look! Kyle: Shema Israel Adonai Eloheinu, Adonai ehad. ["Hear, Israel, the Lord is our God, the Lord is One."] Jeff: He's converting them all to Judaism! Kids: Shema Israel Adonai Eloheinu, Adonai ehad. ["Hear, Israel, the Lord is our God, the Lord is One."] Jeff: Oh Jesus, they're all Jews with their little aluminum foil yarmulkes! David: Jeff, you know what this means? Now we'll have to let them all go! This is how Mexican Joker breaks free! Jeff: Hey, that's right. It is. [takes out a pistol and shoots both David and Rodgers in the head, then shoots another agent inside the sleeping area. All three agents die] Cartman: Whoa! Jeff: [pulls our his key ring and fumbles for the right key] Mexican Joker, I just want you to remember that I helped you. Jeff Corrigan. Remember, Jeff was your buddy. Now, come on! Let's go, Mexican Joker! [unlocks the gate] Kyle: Goddamnit, nobody here is Mexican Joker! That's not what I meant! The future is not set! We make decisions now that affect our future! Jeff: Nobody here is Mexican Joker? Kyle: NO!! Jeff: Oh, then I'm in the wrong flashback. [runs off and out of the center, kills a couple of more guards, hops into a car and drives away. The kids listen to the whole thing] Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, dawn. Inside, the family is having breakfast. Randy paces around the table and takes a seat between Sharon and Stan Randy: Well, gang. Looks like Tegridy Farms are turning big profits again. We're on our way to becoming the biggest weed brand in the country. I'm not getting pushed around now, you got it? So go on. Anybody here wants to call me a towel, just go ahead and do it! Go on, Sharon. Call me a towel. Sharon: Fine. You're a towel. [gets up and walks away] Randy: Best towel you ever had, bitch!

Scene Description: The Marsh house, day. Stan plays an acoustic guitar in his room and hums softly, writing down lyrics from time to time Randy: [pops in for a moment] Stan! Family meeting! Get downstairs! [leaves] Stan: I'm writing a song, Dad. Randy: [returns] Nobody cares about that! Come on! I've got big news! [runs down the hallway and downstairs, laughing, and enters the dining room. Shelley is at the table reading her phone, Sharon is at the sink] Sharon! Shelly! Hurry! I've got it! [runs out to the living room. The others follow him there. Stan has his guitar and sits on the sofa] Sharon: What is it, Randy? Randy: You guys, I've just had the greatest idea ever! Stan: We're gonna move back to our old house? Randy: No! I've been trying to figure out how to make more money selling weed. And last night, it came to me. We could grow the family business by selling Tegridy... to the Chinese. [an epiphany plays] I did a little research. Turns out there's a lot of people in China. If we can get like 2% of that market to buy our weed, we'd make millions and millions of dollars! I'm flying to China tomorrow. I've got to get in on this before anyone else thinks of it. [walks towards the kitchen] Sharon: Tomorrow? Ugh! [cuts him off and pulls him aside] Randy, are you forgetting about this Saturday? Randy: What's this Saturday? Sharon: Autumnfest? Stan's concert? He and his little friends have been rehearsing all week. A lot of people in town are coming out to support him. Everyone but you? Randy: Everyone? [turns to Stan and whips out a Tegridy Farms shirt] Stan, you need to wear your Tegridy T-shirt at the performance. Stan: Aw, come on, Dad! Randy: Stan, they're available on Amazon starting Friday, so you could really help promote the family business while I'm gone! [walks up to Stan] But, then again, I guess family doesn't mean all that much to you. [tosses the shirt onto Stan and walks away] Scene Description: Autumn Fest, day. A crowd mills around the festival as more people arrive. A horseshoe lands around a pole and Mr. Tweak is shown rejoicing as Mrs. Tweak and Tweek look on. The Blacks walk away from a food stand. Steve carries a burger while Token holds a cotton candy cone. A couple sings onstage. She plays the banjo while he plays the fiddle. Kate & Earl: Tumbleweeds and squirrels, my darlin'. Tumbleweeds and squirrels. [the crowd claps for them] Kate: Yeah. Mayor McDaniels: Okay, that was the South Park Soundaroos! Thanks again to Kate and Earl! Alright, up next we have four of our local South Park fourth graders who have formed a band. Let's hear it for Stan Marsh and Crimson Dawn. [applause swells] Sharon: Hi, Stanley! [waves to him as she holds up her phone to record him. Shelley stands next to her, and Grandpa sits behind them. Behind them is the McCormick family. Crimson Dawn gets onstage, with Stan on vocals, Butters on guitar, Kenny on bass, and Jimmy on drums.] Stephen: Hoh, there's our Butters. Linda: [swooning] Oh, Butters! Oh, aren't they cute? Stan: [nervously] Um, hi. We're Crimson Dawn, and um, this is a song I wrote about living out in the country, on a farm. Jimmy: Alright, f-f-f-fellas, just like we rehearsed it. And-a 1, and-a 2, and -a [death metal music plays.] Stan: [growls] Fate is over! Open your eyes! Butters: Get me off this farm! Stan: There is no hope, no second chance! All the elders saw the fall of the sky! Pride and glory! To touch the sky, we've burned the earth! Built our own infirmity! Scene Description: A jet airplane, day. Passengers enter the cabin. Randy soon appears and takes a seat next to a passenger who's reading his phone, sets down his satchel, and buckles up. Randy: First time goin' to China? Passenger 1: Uhn, no, not really. Randy: [cheerfully] It's my first time. I'm goin' out to try and drum up a little "business." What are you headin' out for? Passenger 1: Uh, I work for a clothing company. We're trying to break into the market and get the Chinese people as customers. Randy: Ohhh, huhuh, heeeyy. Fuck you. Passenger 1: Huh? Randy: I, I had that idea like three days ago. Passenger 1: So what? Randy: So when did you come up with it? [two other passengers appear two rows behind them.] Passenger 2: Hehey, Mitchell, you're on this flight? Mitchell: Yeah, that's so funny! I'm working for Google now, overseeing the expansions into the Chinese user base. Passenger 2: Heh, yeah, I'm still with the NBA doing some press with the players to try to... get more Chinese viewers. Randy: [looks around and sees three NBA players come in and put their carry-on luggage in overhead bins] Oh, for Christ's sake! You have a good idea and everyone wants to copy you! Fine! I can handle some healthy competition! Who else wants to go to China and get some of their money?! [a bunch of Disney characters stream in from the front of the cabin] Oh, for cryin' out loud! [Thor sits next to Randy] Let me guess. You work for a company trying to get Chinese people as customers. "Wow, where'd you get that idea?" [a First Order Stormtrooper sits to Thor's right, Snow White to the Passenger 1's left.] It's okay, it's okay. I'm sure there's plenty of Chinese people for all of us. Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. Stan's band is practicing in the barn Stan (Butters): [growling] Searching, wandering Looking for the perfect specimen. Still pure. (Hate this farm!) Immature. (I hate this farm!) Acknowledged sickness concealed, swaggering! Unseen (Hate this farm!) Wandering (I hate this farm!) Looking for the perfect specimen. [a man appears in the barn doorway and snaps his fingers to the song. Stan notices and stops the music] Okay, okay. Wait uh, hang on, guys. [Stan, Butters and Jimmy look back at the man, Kenny looks at Stan.] Producer: [claps at them] Very good, boys! [stops clapping] I hear you guys play at Autumnfest. I really like your sound. Butters: Who are you? Producer: Well I'm a producer. I manage all the big rock bands in South Park. PC Babies... All of them!. Jimmy: You manage the PC Babies? Holy smokes, fellas, they're huge! Stan: You wanna sign us so we can make a record and I can move away from here? Producer: Records? What, are you, kids, from the '90s!? There's no money in albums or singles or even tours anymore. What we need to focus on... is your biopic. Stan: Biopic? You want to make the Crimson Dawn Biopic? Producer: PC Babies' biopic came out last week. Made over $100 million! Butters: Wow wee! Kenny: (What do ya think, Stan?) Producer: Well I'll just let you guys think on it, but don't take too long, huh? Scene Description: International Airport in China, day. Chinese music plays as Randy walks through the airport and other passengers pick up their luggage. He walks up to customs. Two inspectors check the luggage of two passengers; the female inspector sends them on their way. Female Inspector: 谢谢。下一位。["Thank you. Next."] Randy: [puts his suitcase on the scanner] Hello. Howdy. [hands his passport to the male inspector as the female inspector checks out the suitcase.] I'm a small business owner from the United States. You guys know any money people here? [the female inspector unzips the suitcase] Can I give you guys my card? I'm just starting to grow my business here in China. [the female inspector opens the suitcase to reveal the marijuana. The inspectors are shocked.] Male Inspector: 等一下，你看看这个。["Wait a minute, look at this"] Female Inspector: What is this, sir? Randy: Oh that? That's weed. Marijuana. You know. [simulates a smoke and then the smoke drifting away, then smiles. The female calls security over as Randy checks his Chinese translation app.] Female Inspector: 保安，保安！赶紧过来！["Security, security! Get over here!"] Randy: Ah, here. Here we go. Jay shi daamaa Tegridy Weed. [an officer just comes up and handcuffs him.] Whoa! Oh hey! Everything alright? What's going on? [the officer takes him away] Uh hey, don-don't forget my suitcase! C-could you grab my suitcase? All my weed is in there! Excuse me! Jay shi daamaa! Scene Description: Spinny Mountain Records, day. The record producer lays out his plan for the boys. He stands next to a whiteboard with three-act listed on it. The acts haven't been filled in yet. Producer: What makes a band truly great? It's the desire to be heard, and a commitment to a three-act structure that has a 20-minute setup, about an hour and a half of conflict, and a big, triumphant resolution. SO, let's start at the beginning, gang. When did your band first form? Stan: Uuummm, it was about two weeks ago. Butters: Yeah. As a matter of fact, two and a half, three weeks ago, I'd say. Stan: I hah, I hah, I hadn't seen my friend Kyle, and I hate living on a farm, so I started writing songs. Producer: That's good, that's good. [writes under Act I] "Lost a close friend. Put loneliness into lyrics." Butters: Yeah, and then Stan came to me, and then I said "Well I can play the drums." Jimmy: But he already asked me to play the drums Butters: Well, so yeah, I, okay, I'll play guitar. Producer: [writes under Act 2] "Inner conflict over direction of band." Good. Stan: Oh. And then Kenny learned to play bass watching YouTube videos of John Lennon with the Dalai Lama. Producer: Oh no oh OH oh yeah, no no, we don't wanna go there. Talking about the Dalai Lama doesn't go over well with the Chinese. Jimmy: The the the what? Producer: Look, for this movie to really make money, we need to make sure it clears the Chinese censors, you know. We want those Chinese viewers.. Stan: [somewhat upset] Aw, seriously? Producer: Oh it's okay, there's plenty of other things to talk about with your story. How about, uh, what kind of things were you into when you were younger? Butters: Well, I always liked Winnie the Pooh. Producer: Okay-oh no. Nonono, that's definitely off-limits. Winnie the Pooh is illegal in China because some Chinese students said that he looked like the Chinese president, Stan: Oh, come on. That's ridiculous! Producer: Hey, you wanna move away from your family, right? You wanna be successful on your own, right? Stan: [a bit defeated] Yeah. Producer: All right. Well, you know what they say you gotta lower your ideals of freedom if you wanna suck on the warm teat of China. Scene Description: A Chinese prison, rainy day. A group of prisoners is sent across a yard, Randy struggles to keep up. A soldier strikes a prisoner on the left cheek with the butt of a rifle. Next scene is the prisoners assembling toy robots in a dimly lit room. Next scene is the rainy yard again. Randy stands in the middle of it alone as soldiers stand far away from him. One of the soldiers approaches and gives him a card to read, then shocks him to get him to speak. Randy: Aaaugh. I am a proud member of the Communist Party, The Party is more important than the individual. [next scene has the prisoners assembling dolls in a brightly lit room. Someone is moaning outside, and he goes to the window to see who it is.] Prisoner 1: 不要！求求你放过我吧！不要，不要，求求你... [A prisoner is on his knees begging for his life. A soldier walks up and just shoots him, and he falls over. Randy is unnerved by this. Randy is then taken to a cell full of prisoners and thrown in. Nearby, a prisoner poops into a hole in the ground. Randy is alarmed] A familiar voice: Oh, hello there. Randy: [a bit spooked] Who, who's there? Winnie the Pooh: Nobody. Just a bear. [steps into the light. Piglet shows up next to him] I was wondering since you're new if you might have... some honey? Randy: No, I don't have any honey. Are you prisoners here? Piglet: Some people said Pooh looked like the Chinese p-p-p-president, so we're illegal in China now. Randy: Jesus. What kind of madhouse is this? Scene Description: Tribunal, day. Two guards flank a prisoner as he pleads his case. The judge responds and the prisoner gets down on his knees. The guards soon carry him off. The judge asks for the next case, and Randy is brought up Prisoner 2: 我求你原谅我。我是个很烂的人。我再也不会取笑共产党了。["Please forgive me, I beg you. I'm just a useless person. I won't make fun of the Communist Party anymore."] Presiding Judge: 你为你的国家和家人为耻。再补上十年！["You have brought shame to your country and your family. Another ten years for you!"] Prisoner 2: 不要！我求你不要！我不能再回去了，我不能再回去！["No! Please don't! I can't go back, I can't go back!"] Presiding Judge: 快把下一位带进来！["Bring in the next one!"] Randy: Your Honors, I'm just a simple farmer, from a simpler time. Now, I've never been to China before, but I hate to say I'm a little disappointed in all of you. From what I've seen, you seem to treat your people like dirt. You don't believe in any individual freedoms. I mean, you got Winnie the Pooh and Piglet in jail! Now, come on, China! You know, a country ain't nothin' unless it's got decency and in-tegrity! And I think I speak for Pooh and Piglet and all of Disney when I say you could use some 'tegrity, China! [brightens up] Now, it just so happens that I own a Tegridy farm. And I think I might be able to work out a deal for all you nice folk. Scene Description: South Park Elementary, day. Stan, Jimmy, Kenny, and Butters walk down the hallway. Stan: This is so awesome, you guys. Our band is gonna be huge. Butters: Yeah. And, we're gonna be rich. Kenny: (They're the same thing.) Jimmy: [annoyed] Yeah. Isn't this just great? Stan: Hey. What's wrong, Jimmy? Jimmy: Fella, I need to tell you something. I think I'm homosexual. And also, I'm addicted to cocaine. Butters: Oh, that's okay, Jimmy. Stan: Yeah, we can get you a liver transplant. Producer: Cut! Cut! Listen, guys, we uh just got word back from the Chinese censors. They don't want us mentioning organ transplants. Stan: How come? Producer: Well, they've been accused of harvesting from the-look look, it doesn't matter. They, they just said "no" to the organ stuff. Oh, and uhh, no homosexuality either. Stan: No homosexuality?! We're trying to do a band biopic! Butters: Yeah! And what's wrong with homosexuality anyway?! Producer: Nothing. Unless you wanna make money in China. Now come on! Everyone back to one! Scene Description: A convention, somewhere. Disney, Marvel, and Star Wars characters from Pirates of the Caribbean, Beauty and the Beast, The Avengers, Frozen, Snow White, Winnie the Pooh, Aladdin, and others stand around chatting with each other. Mickey Mouse: [opens the door and enters the hall] All right?! Who's the asshole?! Which one of you decided to go and start badmouthing the Chinese government?! Haha. Who here thought they had permission to say anything critical of Chinese politics?! Thor: Well, it is true, sir. The Chinese seem to exploit their own people in forced labor cam- Mickey: SHUT THE FUCK UP, THOR! You're here to flex and not speak, you fucking bitch! Pooh: Please, Mr. Marsh was only standing up for me and Piglet because we were political prisoners. Mickey: YOU are a fat diabetic bear, and if the Chinese don't want you, then I don't either! Now, who the fuck is Mr. Marsh?! Randy: Uhhh, that's me. Randy Marsh Mickey: Who is this?! I don't know you?! Are you from Pixar?! Randy: No, I'm from South Park. Mickey: What's South Park? Do I own that?! Off-Screen Assistant: No, not yet sir. Mickey: You're telling me, haha, that I'm losing Chinese customers because of some shithead that's not even from MY company?! Randy: Hey, hold on a minute! Do you really think this business should be run through intimidation and fear?! Whatever happened to old-time values?! You already have business with the Chinese. You have all the connections money can buy! But there's one thing you don't have. That's Tegridy. Now, it just so happens- Scene Description: Mr. Mackey's office, day. Mr. Mackey: Boys, I understand you have a band at the school? Stan: Yeah. what's wrong with that? Mr. Mackey: Well, boys, it seems to me like your music is kind of... angry. M'kay? I mean, it's really loud, m'kay, and it's a little angry. Stan: Yeah, because I hate living on a farm 30 miles out of town! Jimmy: Yeah, tell him, Stan! Stan: I can't stand my dad anymore, and if I want to do death metal, I can! It's a free country! Producer: Cut! Cut! Cut, cut. [flanked by two Chinese officials] Ah kids, let's not say anything about this being a free country. Stan: Aw, come on! Producer: Hey! These guys were nice enough to come all the way from China to help us with our standards. We can at least listen to their notes. [One of the two men whispers into his ear.] Oh. Oka-okay. Okay. [to the boys] Actually gang, we need to rewrite the whole second act. Stan: But that will take forever! Producer: Come on, guys! Everyone else is fine with China approving our entertainment. Even the PC Babies don't seem to mind, and PC Babies cry about everything. [approaches Stan] They just gotta rewrite the script before we continue shooting. Go back to your room and just write your story. It has to come from your heart. Scene Description: The Chinese tribunal, day. Mickey is making his case. He now tries to sell the Chinese on Randy's business proposal, and just like in South Park, the proposal was rejected. Mickey and Randy sit on a bench smoking weed. Mickey is pissed off. Mickey: It's like, it's like they didn't even wanna listen. Randy: They didn't listen at all? But I... wuh-why not? Mickey: It's the bear. They're still pissed off about the bear. Randy: But for what? Mickey: 'Cause some Chinese people on the Internet starting posting pictures of their President as Winnie the Pooh. It's a real thing. Look it up. [on Tegridy] Man, this is really good shit. Randy: What if we took their side, then? What if we showed China that we understand how they feel to be made fun of on the Internet? Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, night. Stan is in his room working on the second act. He hears the producer's words in his mind: "Remember: write your story. The script has to come from your heart." He begins to write, then picks up speed and smiles. He's found his groove. A Chinese censor walks up behind him and looks over his work. The censor walks some more, then turns and scribbles over the script. Stan looks up, surprised, but starts over. The censor paces behind him and stops again to scribble the script out. Stan sighs. Annoyed, Stan shields his paper and starts writing again. When he's finished, he hands the script to the censor, who finds it funny, but he reaches a part he doesn't find funny. Censor: 嗯？这是什么？！你给中国人丢脸啊！["Huh? What is this? This is a disgrace to the Chinese people!"] [The censor rips the script apart. Stan sighs again and tosses the pencil aside, pulls out his laptop, and start writing the script there. The Censor looks on, then intervenes, and rewrites the script. They go back and forth working on the script. After yet another edit, Stan rests his head on his left hand.] Stan: Now I know how all the writers in Hollywood feel. [the censor laughs, then complains.] Censor: 嗯？这是什么？！["Huh? What is this?"] Scene Description: Beihing, day. In a Chinese bazaar, Pooh and Piglet wander freely. Piglet: My Goodness. China sure is a big p-p-p-p-place. Pooh: Yes, Piglet. It is. Too big, I think, to find what I need. [turns left into a shop] Excuse me. Merchant: Huh? Pooh: Would you happen to have... some honey? Merchant: 啊！我不要麻烦！我不要麻烦！走！["Ah! Don't bother me, don't bother me! Leave!"] Pooh: Oh bother. This just doesn't seem to be the place... for a bear. Piglet: [looks right] Wait. Pooh. Loo-l-l-look, look. [Winnie looks. In the middle of an alley is a table with a jar of honey on it.] Pooh: Ooo, piglet! What wonderful luck! [rushes to the table and starts gobbling up the honey.] What delicious honey! Mmm. I would like to share, Piglet. Perhaps... I will share. In just a few more slurps, I can. [Randy pounces up behind him and chokes him with a cable, then takes him down to the pavement] Piglet: [looks on in horror] W-W-What are you do-Wha-No! Ohh! [Pooh continues to struggle, as blood begins to come out his neck. It takes a while, but Randy gets it done. Pooh is dead. Randy's face is covered in Pooh's blood.] Scene Description: South Park, day. The boys sit on the sidewalk curb Stan: I can't do it anymore, you guys. I can't even think with the Chinese government censoring everything I write. Butters: So there's not gonna be a biopic movie for us? Stan: It's so wrong. You know, I mean, we live in a time when the only movies us American kids go see are ones that are approved by China. Jimmy: Yeah. It' like China is the new MPAA. Butters: Stinks to say goodbye to all that biopic money and glory. Stan: We just gotta face it. A death metal band is never gonna make real money anymore. The only band that would get approved by China would be all vanilla and cheesy. [gets emotional] I'm gonna have to live on that fucking farm forever. [lowers his head and sobs quietly. Butters comforts him. The ICE bus pulls up and drops off Kyle and Cartman.] Stan: [looks up] Kyle! Dude, you're back! [rushed up to meet him. The other boys follow.] Cartman: Yeah, the migrant detention camp was kewl, but it kinda rubs Kyle the wrong way. [puts up his right hand and points to it with his left] Kyle: Anything happen while we were gone? Stan: Not really. We just almost had a biopic made for our band, but ...wait a minute... [his eyes dart around as he thinks] Wait, vanilla and cheesy! I've got it. I've got it! Scene Description: Broncs, Live Aid, 1984, at Invesco Field. This is a fabrication, as the boys weren't alive back then, or they'd be men now. Jimmy walks up to the drums and starts drumming. Butters walks in playing electric guitar and wails away. Stan, Kyle, Cartman and Kenny walk in dressed in their Fingerbang outfits Fingerbang: Fingerbang-bang! Bang bang. Fingerbang-bang! Bangbangbang. I'm gonna fingerbang-bang you into my life Girl, you like to fingerbang, and it's alright. 'Cause I'm the king of fingerbang; let's not fight I'm goin' tuh fingerbang-bang- Stan: Cut. Cut, cut! [the special effects disappear and the green screen in the gym is shown] This is all wrong. Producer: No, it's good, kids! They're loving it! Stan: Yeah, but I can't sell my soul like this. I want to get away from that farm, more than anything, but it's not worth living in a world where China controls my country's art. [one of the censor's protests] I don't care how many people you have! I've got something in me that just won't let me be a part of all this. Butters: Yeah! Whatever it is, I got it too! The others: Yeah! Stan: I wanna be proud of who we are, guys! And anybody who would betray their ideals just to make money in China isn't worth a lick of spit! Scene Description: a Chinese video, similar to the gentrification commercials of Season 19. An acoustic guitar slowly plays over live-action footage of the 2015 China Victory Day Parade as well as people smoking, prisoners marching and clashes between protesters and riot police. Narrator: Us Chinese people have always liked things the old fashioned way. We like things a little simpler, a little quieter. And now, there's a new weed that goes along with China's beating heart. Because after a hard day of forced labor, or getting beaten for criticizing the government, we all could use a little time with some good ol'... It's the soul of the American West, right here in mother China. All hail the Communist Party, and all hail Tegridy weed. Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. A tractor backs up with a load of cash and dumps it onto the entrance. then drives off. Inside, the Marshes are eating dinner. Randy is back home but covered in Pooh's blood. He takes a hit from his joint. Randy: Well, gang, looks like the family business is starting to really turn the corner. I don't know about you, but I, for one, think the world is gonna be a better, and safer, place, now that China finally has Tegridy.[takes another hit] Stan: [notices his dad's appearance] Dad, why are you covered in honey and blood? [Randy just looks over his appearance] Dad? Did you kill Winnie the Pooh? Randy: Winnie the Pooh, Winnie the Pooh- Oh, yeah, I did kill Winnie the Pooh. [Stan just gets up and leaves.] Where are ya goin', Stan? Stan: I'm going to go write another song about you. Randy: Ooo, about me? Make sure it talks about me bringing Tegridy to China!

Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, evening. A cake with "300" in candle form is shown. Randy is carrying the plate it's on Randy: Happy 300 to us. Happy 300 to us. Happy 300, Tegridy Farms. Sharon, Stan, Shelley: [looking away in disgust] Ugh! Randy: Happy 300 thousand dollars. Can you believe it, gang? We've broken $300,000 selling weed. [gets a cold reception] Not to be a dick, but I remember when you, Sharon, and you, Shelley, said buying a pot farm was a [air quotes] "stupid" idea. Now we're living the dream. Shelley: You're living the dream. This is your dream! Randy: [waits a few seconds] You know, [scoffs] is it me, or are people starting to not be that stoked on Tegridy Farms? [silence] Are you guys still pissed off about the China thing? [silence] You may not like that I do business with China [picks up the knife on the table], but personally, I think you guys having a problem with China is racist. Now come on! Let's celebrate 300! [starts to slice the cake] Who wants shots?! Sharon: Shots?! Scene Description: A clinic, day. Cartman sits on the exam bed in his briefs Cartman: No shots! No shots! Liane: Eric, you have to be a big boy. Doctor: [starts to fill up a syringe] Big boys get a toy from the toy chest. Cartman: [voice rising as the doctor draws closer] No! No! No! No! No! [screeches] Doctor: [stops] Eric, it's just a little prick. Cartman: [laughs, and the doctor gets even closer] No! No! No! Noooooo! Liane: Good boy, Eric! [Cartman panics and jumps all over the place, knocking over bottles and breaking glass everywhere before just running around evading capture] Scene Description: South Park Elementary, day. PC Principal is talking to Liane and Eric in his office. PC Principal: Our school now has a very strict policy when it comes to immunizations. Everyone has to follow the protocol, or it puts everyone at risk. Liane: I'm sorry, PC Principal. It's just that my little Eric really doesn't like shots. PC Principal: Well, Eric, nobody likes shots. They're just a fact of life. Liane: No no, you don't understand. I-I've taken him to the doctor every Friday for the past four years. They try to give him his shot, but he gets scared and runs around. and he squeals like a little pig. The doctors try to catch him, but Eric greases himself up so they can't. PC Principal: I'm sorry, but my hands are tied here. If Eric isn't immunized, then he cannot go to this school. Liane: [sobbing] Please! I've tried everything! You have to let Eric go to school! I work all day, and without school, he'll just... he'll just have nothing! PC Principal: What do you think's gonna be different next time you try? Liane: Ih- if you could offer Eric something. Uhm, sometimes when Eric behaves this way, I think of a gift or a treat of some kind. Cartman: Oh, that's a good idea. PC Principal: Like, what are you thinking? Liane: I don't know. Cartman: Like, maybe, exclusive use of the tetherball court at recess for the next two months? Liane: Oh, w-would that be possible? PC Principal: What I care most about is the safety of the students, so if you take your shots, then I'll agree.. Cartman: Sweet. Liane: Eric, you really have to do it this time, okay? When we're at the doctor's you can't change your mind. Cartman: [smiles] I won't change my mind. Scene Description: Clinic waiting room, Friday morning. It's calm at the clinic until a pig's squeal is heard, along with the sound of things crashing and glass breaking. The doctor's office door opens and Cartman runs out naked on all fours squealing like a pig down the hallway, The doctor gives chase. Liane: [steps out of the office with Eric's clothes, trying to stay calm] Eric, it's okay! [the doctor tackles him and holds him for a while, but Cartman breaks free and runs into the receptionist's office, startling her. Papers fly up in the air and more glass breaks.] Doctor: [gives up and walks back to Liane] I'm sorry, but I have a lot of other patients to see. We'll just have to try again next week. [goes back into his office and closes the door] Liane: Come on, Eric, we're going home! Cartman: [peeks out over the counter] We're going home? You promise? Liane: [frustrated] Let's go! Get in the car! [Cartman hops over the counter and follows Liane] Cartman: Wait, can I get a toy from the toy chest? Liane: [off-screen] One toy, Eric! Cartman: Cool! [reaches into the chest and grabs a toy, then goes out the door. He didn't bother putting his clothes back on.] Scene Description: Downtown South Park, day. People are milling around as normal. Two motorcycle cops slowly drive by with their sirens chirping, and a float is heard approaching with marching band fanfare. The float appears - it's Randy standing at the top of the float celebrating his $300,000 achievement. Randy: [speaking over a loudspeaker] Yeah! 300! Tegridy Farms! Hello, South Park! Thanks for making Tegridy the most profitable farm in South park! We couldn't have done it without you, so here! [randomly tosses beads at people] Here are some beads! ["China" by Red Rocker begins to plays] Here you go! Beads for everybody! I've got $300,000! China, China! Da da, ya ya, history It was la lal la, China! China, China! [The townspeople don't know what to do as the beads continue to fly. Randy then drops his pants and starts to swing his penis around. Two motorcycle cops follow him out, chirping their sirens, and a janitor sweeps up after them] Alright, China! Scene Description: South Park Elementary cafeteria, lunchtime. The boys and Craig's gang are having lunch together. Butters: So then I guess the school said Eric can't come here no more, and so he's been, like, kicked out. Kyle: Cartman can't come to this school anymore? Butters: Yeah, and he was actually kind of upset about it, because he said on the phone that he has to do homeschooling with this really mean teacher. Kyle: Oh my God. [smiles] I don't know how long this will last, but I'm gonna savor every minute. Cartman: [runs to the table] Hey guys! I'm back in school! I'm allowed back, and it's all good. Stan: You got your shots? Cartman: No. I don't have to get my shots, ever! [pushes Kyle and Kenny to wedge himself inbetween them and sits down] And they can't do anything about it, because I'm a "consciousness objector." Token: A conscientious objector? Cartman: Yeah I told the school, I said "Look, you guys, I happen to have 'religious, moral, or philosophical convictions'." And so- and I said "I believe that 'health and disease should not be controlled by vaccination'." Those are my beliefs! And besides, I don't want to risk immunizations making me artistic. [sniffles] Stan: Dude, Cartman, don't you know that if you don't get immunized, you actually put people at risk who- Cartman: [turns to Kenny] One second, one second. [gets ready to sneeze on Kenny] Sorry. One second, gotta sneeze. [nothing comes] Oh, never mind, never mind. [turns back to the others] I'm sorry. What were you saying? Stan: I'm saying that we all had to get shots, and actually, if just one person doesn't- [Cartman sneezes and gets mucus all over his hands.] Cartman: Oh! Snot web. I'll be right back, you guys. [leaves the table and walks around] Can somebody get me a paper towel? I got a snot web here. [leaves the cafeteria] Consciousness objector coming through! Scene Description: South Park Elementary, night. There's a parent-teacher meeting at the school gym. The parents are all discussing the situation PC Principal: Alright everyone, listen up. [the crowd quiets down] I understand your frustration, but a government organization like a school cannot impose its will on a conscientious objector.. Stephen: It's not safe for our kids to be in this school! You do understand that up to 5% of kids with vaccines can still be at risk! Everyone has to do it, or it doesn't matter! Thomas: Yeah. I don't quite see how it's fair that all the rest of our community agrees to this. Why does one family get to have a problem with it? Liane: I'm sorry. It's just my strong, personal belief that [gets out a sheet of paper and reads] "among other things, vaccines contain harmful ingredients formaldehyde, aluminum, and even mercury." Stephen: Aw, come on, Mrs. Cartman! All major medical organizations state that vaccines are safe! The CDC, the FDA, UNICEF, and the US Department of Health! Liane: Yes, yes, I know, but... [reads from her sheet] "We can't even risk a 0.1% chance of vaccinations making our children artistic." Jimbo: Well, that's true. There are enough artists in the world. Sheila: Look, I don't know what kind of mother wouldn't vaccinate their child, but it's putting everyone in danger, and that's why- Liane: [her frustration come through and she moves towards Sheila] Then you try to catch him! [stabs her index finger towards Sheila] You try it! Don't you people criticize me until you've taken Eric to the doctor and you've tried to hold him down! I'm a good mother! Don't you dare question if I care about my child! Stuart: Oh, shit. Stephen: Of, of course you care. Nobody likes seeing their child in pain. Maybe... maybe you should just let us take care of getting Eric his shots. Liane: [shaking with frustration] You don't understand how hard it is! Stephen: We'll find a way to make it completely painless for him, okay? Scene Description: Cartman's room, night. He's sound asleep in his bed. Liane looks in on him, then moves on to her own room, where she turns the light on and off a few times. Downstairs, the living room door opens and Stephen enters quietly, followed by Linda, then by Gerald and Sheila. They all sneak across the living room to the stairs, then stop Stephen: Alright, alright. Bring him in. [Richard and Mrs. Tweek enter with the doctor] The little boy's room is upstairs. Liane: [coming down the stairs] Oh, I don't know if I can go through with this. My little Eric is going to be so mad at me! Stephen: Look, by the time he knows what's happened it'll already be over. Liane: Did you bring his boo-boo present? Stephen: Yes, yes. Come on, Thomas and Laura! [the Tuckers bring in a Hot Wheels racing game, with Linda Williams bringing in a sign saying "You Did It, ERIC"] Okay, see? We got the present, everything's gonna be fine. [leads the group upstairs and into Cartman's room. He makes room for the doctor, who puts his medicine kit on the bed, prepares a vaccine, and draws it close to Cartman] Cartman: [sensing someone nearby, wakes up] Hey, what's going on? [instictively, he bolts from bed runs around in a panic] No, no. Nooooo! [jumps off the bed] Doctor 2: It'll just be for a second! Stephen: [tries to catch him] Oh, Jesus! [the others crowd in, but can't catch him] Liane: Eric, there's a big treat for you if you stay still! Linda Stotch: Catch him! [Cartman leaves his room and runs down the stairs, taking his clothes off on the way down] Stephen: Thomas! Linda! Yo-you gotta get him! [Cartman sees them and turns tail, running into the kitchen. He gets a jar of lard and scoops out lard to spread on himself. The doctor finds him and gives chase again. Cartman runs back into the living room, runs around, and Thomas tackles him for a moment. Cartman breaks free and runs out the front door. The others follow him out] Liane: Eric! Oh! [goes to look for him] Gerald: Well, what do we do now? Stephen: I think the only way we're goin' to get Eric immunized is by bringing in an expert. Scene Description: An awards shelf, day. Western music plays as all the awards given to Mesquite Murph are shown. The phone rings Murph: [shown] This is Big Mesquite Murph. How can I help you? You say you got yourself a conscientious objector? Well, you just sit tight. There aren't never no hog that Big Mesquite Murph couldn't catch. Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. Randy has a new commercial for Tegridy Weed Randy: [jumps into the scene] How many thousand dollars has Tegridy Farms made selling weed? $300,000! [the numbers cover the screen and blink] It's a 300-palooza! [makes snow angels on a pile of $1 bills] Come on down and see what we've got! [drives his tractor] Deep voices: WHAT WE'VE GOT. Randy: We've got $300,000, just selling [echo comes up] all this weed! [aerial shot of the weed lot. Next, he holds a joint] And this month we're celebrating all our new customers in China! [dances in the barn to reggae music with a Chinese flag and various Chinese take-out foods behind him] We're celebrating with new T-shirts! [they say] "Tegridy Farms made $300,000 and all I got was high." Get yours for just ten bucks! '[the shirt is shown with "$10" blinking and throbbing over it] We couldn't have done it without you! Remember, that's $300,000! [Randy has his feet up on a table in the barn. Randy turns the TV off with the remote control] Well? What'd you think, guys? Sharon: How much did you spend making that commercial? Randy: Who cares, Sharon? Business is up. Sharon: Nobody cares about your stupid $300,000! We've become the kind of business that we moved out here to get away from! You know why the Chinese buy our weed?! It's to plant on their student protesters so they can put them in jail! Randy: Yeah. We make money either way. Sharon: You don't care how anyone else feels! We bought this farm together, Randy! Or did you forget that?! [leaves] Shelley: I hate marijuana! [follows her mom out] Randy: [gasps] Shelley! Stan: I hate marijuana too! [follows them out] Randy: [gasps] Stan! Scene Description: The Cartman residence. Liane comes in through the back door from shopping and finds Cartman sitting at the breakfast table seething quietly Liane: Oh, Eric. I... wasn't sure if you'd be up yet. [drops the groceries on the kitchen counter, giggles, and walks over to Cartman] Eric, you know I only want what's best for my snookums. Cartman: You read me a bedtime story. You tucked me in. And then you let half the town into my room to try and give me a shot against my will. Liane: It was supposed to make it easier on you, a-and they didn't catch you anyway. Cartman: [points at her] This is goodbye, Mom! I can't live with you anymore! [sulks into the living room. Liane follows] Liane: Eric, please! You don't know how hard it is to be a parent! Sometimes we don't know the right thing to do! Cartman: So you go along with society and and try to force immunizations on me, even knowing the health risks! What if immunizations made my friend Timmy the way he is?! What if they made Jimmy the way he is?! What if they made Token the way he is? Liane: Eric, when I was at the store, I bought you some Little Debbie creme pies and- Cartman: That isn't gonna work this time, Mom! I don't want to be around you anymore! [marches over to the front door and opens it] So I don't know where you're gonna stay, but you'll just have to figure it out! I've already packed your things. [a suitcase and duffle bag await her] Liane: Sweetie, you can't live on your own. Cartman: You should have thought of that before you made this house a nightmare for me. Goodbye, Mother! [looks out into the street, then points the way out to her. She grabs the suitcase and duffle bag and walks out the door. He turns to walk back to the kitchen, but is confronted with Mig Mesquite Murph.] Murph: [puts on his grappling gloves] Alright, young'un. We can do this the easy way, or we can do it hard. [prepares the injection, and Cartman knows what's coming. He begins to run around] Cartman: Weeaak! No, no! [runs around] Murph: Yeeee-haaww! [tries to lasso him, but knocks down the lamp instead] Suuuweee! [tries again, but Cartman slips away and runs upstairs.] Scene Description: Skeeter's Wine Bar, afternoon. Murph gets a shot of whiskey from Skeeter - his fourth one. He downs it in one gulp. Stephen approaches him with the others who went to Cartman's room Stephen: Well, what happened? Murph: I ain't never seen no hog like that. It's like it could in two places at once. Stephen: You said you could catch him! Murph: Well I did catch him! Got him locked up in a pen! It's just every time I bring out that needle, he becomes like a hog tornado! But I'll get 'im! Richard: Yeah. Or maybe you just believe a little bit that vaccinations shouldn't be mandated for school attendance due to possible still-unknown side effects. Murph: [narrows his eyes] Don't you question me. If anyone believes the most common side effect of vaccines, anaprophylaxis, occurs in only 1 per several hundred thousand to one per million vaccinations, it's Big Mesquite Murph! Now this hog you got here, he's contained, but now I need help getting him his shots. The only way we're gonna get him, is we gotta build a big enclosed pen, about a hundred feet in diameter. I'm also gonna need the best wranglers flown in from Wichita. And I'm gonna need some loud music, and some barbecue. Stephen: Barbecue? Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, a cloudy day. A purple minivan is parked at the entrance. Liane rings the doorbell, and Randy answers Randy: Mrs. Cartman? Liane: Hello, Randy. I'm... sorry to trouble you, but... I don't know where to turn. I was hoping maybe... I could buy some gumdrops. Randy: Whoa whoa! What's goin' on? Liane: My son.. hates me. The whole town... hates me. Nobody thinks I'm a good mom, [gets emotional] and I don't know if I am anymore! Randy: Okay, okay. Come on. Let's get you inside and get you some weed. [shows her in and takes her to the backyard, where there is another wooden swing. They sit in it] Liane: It all happened gradually, you know? [smokes a joint] I don't know why everyone's against me. Even my own son. [hands the joint to Randy] Randy: Believe me, I know how that feels. [smokes the joint] You try to do what's best for your family and all you do is get shit on. [hands the joint to Liane] Liane: I know immunizations are probably for the best, [smokes the joint] but then you read some of this stuff on the Internet [hands the joint to Randy] and, I don't know, it's scary. Randy: That's just it. [smokes the joint] When it comes to families, we have to do what we think is best. Liane: It doesn't matter. They're having an all-county mandated immunization roundup tonight. Any child not immunized is about to be. Randy: All-county immunization roundup? What's that? Scene Description: The immunization roundup, night. Announcer: Good evenin' everybody, and welcome to the CDC Child Immunization Challenge. This here special event is sponsored by Voices for Vaccines and also by Chevy. So with all that out the way, let's get to some action! [the crowd cheers. The gate opens and a blond boy steps forth and looks around.] First up, we have Danny Ray Johnson out of Bailey, Colorado. He has not been immunized since kindergarten. He says he just don't like needles. [a doctor comes out of the adjacent gate the vaccine ready] Danny: No! Nooo- [shrieks and runs away. The doctor gives chase] Announcer: And there they go! [they run around the barrels and the crowd cheers them on] Danny: No! Nooo- [shrieks and runs away when he sees Murph jump off the gate and join the chase. Two rodeo clowns join the chase soon after, but none of them can catch him. Cartman gets restless behind his gate. A wrangler takes Danny down] Cartman: Ah, AAAH! [the wrangler hog-ties Danny and sets him down for the doctor to deliver the vaccine in the butt through the pants, then takes his hat and waves it around to applause.] Announcer: He stuck him in the left buttocks; that is an 8.7 score right there. [more cheering. Cartman gets more restless] Alright, let's hear it for little Danny Ray, folks. [a clown unties him and he walks off smarting from the shot] He's a little worse for wear, but now he can pick himself up a nice little toy from the toy chest. [Danny does just that. Cartman is really worked up now] Cartman: [snorts] I've gotta get out of here! Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, a clear, starry night. The clouds have cleared and Liane and Randy are still talking, sitting on bales of hay. Randy's the one bawling now. Randy: It's just... it's like, can't people see us trying to do what's best for my family? I'm trying to provide for them by running a business. I'm sorry if I make mistakes. Liane: I know, Randy. Other parents expect me to deal with Eric- Randy: And I get it from both sides, because my family's pissed off at me too. Liane: ...I understand. Randy: No, you don't! Liane: Yes, I do. Randy: [garbled] No, you don't! Nobody understands. Liane: Randy, we both tried to do the best for our family. [gets up and walks away] And sometimes, when we're afraid of being judged, we can push our family away. Randy: Yeah, like, everybody's doing business with China. It's like "get over it." Liane: You should just feel lucky that you have a partner in doing what's right for your family. Randy: I am. I'm afraid I haven't been very kind to that partner lately. I think maybe it's time for an apology. Liane: Thanks for the talk, Randy. And for the weed. [turns and goes to the barn entrance.] Randy: Where are you going? Liane: [turns to look at him] I'm going to do the only thing I know how to do: be a mom. [turns around and heads out] Scene Description: The CDC Child Immunization Challenge, later. This time, a girl has been lassoed and shot Announcer: All right, and that is Dr. Chet Mowlins that just gave that girl her DTaP booster [the wrangler unties the girl and she goes for her toy] and her HPV vaccination. That is for genital warts. Way to go, Chet. Hey, folks, let's hear it for all these wranglers tonight. They're working extra-hard to bring immunity to your community. [cheers go up] Alright, folks, we are now ready for the main event. This young man has never had a single immunization. [Cartman is in the pen still trying to break free] He says he's an orthodox Jew and a conscientious objector. [Cartman stops and takes his clothes off] Everyone put your hands together now for little Eric "The South Park Piggy" Cartman. [the gate flies open, and a nude Cartman backs into a corner. Murph shows up.] Murph: [jumps into the pen from the top of it] Suuuuwieee! [Cartman runs into the ring. The wranglers begin their chase] Announcer: There he goes, folks. Dear Lord, he's a slippery one. Scene Description: A lookout point over town, night. Randy drives up with Towelie and parks Randy: Do you remember we used to come here and look over the town lights together? Towelie: ...Yeah, so what?! Then you turned into an asshole! Randy: I brought you here to apologize, Towelie. I let the money go to my head. I... I got greedy and I started acting like a towel. I need you back. I need Tegridy back, the way it used to be. Towelie: No more harassin' homegrowers? Randy: No more harassing homegrowers. Towelie: No more dealin' with those Med Men assholes? Randy: No more Med Men. Towelie: No more kissin' China's ass? Randy: China's actually a free and loving country that- Towelie: I'm out. [gets out of the car and leaves] Randy: [gets out of the car and chases after him] Wait, wait, Towelie, come on! I need you! Towelie: [stops and turns around] I'm never workin' for a company that's regulated by a communist government! Randy: Okay, okay. No more selling to the Chinese. Towelie: Then say it! Say "Fuck the Chinese government!" Randy: [softly] Fuck the Chinese government. Towelie: I didn't hear you! Randy: Fuck the Chinese government! There! Towelie: ...Well... you just got your partner back. [they run into each other's arms and hug] Randy: Hahaha! This is it. This is the moment that Tegridy Farms got back on track. Scene Description: The CDC Child Immunization Challenge, later. Cartman is still evading capture Announcer: Dear Lord, we are going on 16 minutes here and ain't nobody caught this young'un. This might very well be a world record you're seeing here, folks. Liane: [rushing through the crowd] Get out of my way! Move it! Stephen: Whoa whoa, Mrs. Cartman. Everything is fine here. [she punches him out of the way and climbs a barrier] Sheila: [grabs onto Liane's ankle] It's okay, Liane. They know what they're doing. [Liane kicks her away. Liane then tackles the rodeo clown and punches him] Announcer: Oh, looks like we got a concerned parent in there trying to take issue with their child's well-being. [Liane goes after the lead wrangler and punches him out, then punches out the wrangler behind him] Cartman: Mom! [Murph has wrangled him and is hog-tying him] Liane: Leave my son a [slow motion takes over here] lone! [she jumps to shield Cartman, a doctor jumps to vaccinate him. She reaches Cartman first, causing the vaccine to enter her butt instead] AHHHH! Crowd: OHHHH! [the arena is quiet. Liane removed the rope from Cartman and he hugs her. They walk off together] Liane: [stops to address the crowd] I know I'm not the greatest mom in the world. I do the best I can. Whatever happens now is going to be done my way. Come on, Eric. [remove the syringe from her butt and throws it away, then they move on] Cartman: [stops] Wait, Mom? [points to the toy chest] Liane: [turns around, now furious] No, Eric! No shots, no toy! Cartman: What?? [she takes him by the hand and pulls him away] Scene Description: Family Medical Clinic, day. Cartman and Liane are there again, but this time, Cartman is in the lobby. His doctor comes out of the office and walks up to him Cartman: Okay, doctor. I'm ready for my shot. Doctor: Eric, I've been speaking with your mother. I'm afraid there's some bad news. Cartman: Bad news? What are you talking about? Mom? Doctor: Your mother received a heavy dose of vaccine that wasn't meant for an adult. I'm afraid there have been... side effects. Cartman: [panics] What side effects? MOM? [runs to the office] MOM! [opens the door] Mom, are you here, Mo- [gasps loudly as his jaw drops. Liane is painting a still life] Liane: [softly] Eric... Cartman: Noooooooo... Noooooooo...

Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. The Marshes sit at table and Randy comes in with laptop and coffee Randy: Good morning, everyone. 'morning. So, listen guys. We are not in good shape. The whole "doing business in China" thing has sort of bitten us in the ass, [the projector screen comes on.] and now we aren't selling enough weed to keep up with our costs. [turns to look at a growth chart projected on a portable screen behind him.] You see this? This right here? That's us plateauing. We no longer get any of that sweet Chinese money, and now, all the money we do make doesn't even cover our expenses. [the same chart is on the laptop he was looking at earlier] So, [turns back to the table] how do we sell more weed? Stan. Stan: [after several seconds] I don't know... Do like a sale. Like, a Fall sale? Randy: Not good enough! Shelly?! Shelly: I hate marijuana. Randy: Nice attitude! How do we sell more weed? Sharon? Sharon: If you don't make commercials or do more parades for the town, we'd have more money. Randy: Right. Cut out all our marketing. That's Sharon's great idea, everyone. Towelie? Towelie: You know what the problem is? It's the schwag. All those stands and seeds, they just go to waste, man. Randy: Go on. Towelie: It's like, we sell all the good parts of the weed, but we throw away, like, tons and tons of all the leftover shit. You can sell that crap as mulch to a hardware company. Randy: Mulch. [looks at the graph] Use our discarded product to recover costs. [to the table] Everyone, great job. You just got powned by a towel. Scene Description: The school cafeteria, lunchtime. The students stand in line to get their lunches in the kitchen. Cartman: '[singing]' It's Sloppy Joe day! Cartman and Butters: '[singing]' It's Sloppy Joe day! Cartman: I seriously think that Sloppy Joe day is my favorite day at school. Butters: Yeah, it's the best. Cartman and Butters: '[singing]' Sloppy Joe day! It's Sloppy Joe day! A new Cook: Come on, keep the line moving, kids! [in view are Butters, Cartman , and Scott. Cartman notices that what he sees on his plate doesn't look like sloppy Joe.] Cartman: What is this? Cook: That's today's lunch. It's "feesh." Cartman: Feesh? Butters: But, but this is Sloppy Joe day. Cook: Yeah? Well, the menu's been changed. We had kids complainin' our food wasn't healthy or sustainable enough, so don't you start bitchin' about it now. Cartman: What kids were complaining about health and sustainability?! What kids would care at all that- [gasps] the girls! Butters: The girls? Cartman: The fucking girls! [the three boys walk over to the girls' table] Excuse me?! Can someone explain to us why this [holds forth his lunch] is on our lunch trays?! Butters: Yeah, it's supposed to be sloppy Joe day! Wendy: We asked for healthier options and to sometimes have food for those of us who don't eat red meat. Cartman: Oh my God. I'm about to lose my mind. [gets excited] You think you can just mess with a man's lunch?! Butters: It's okay, Eric. I- Cartman: You think that your ideas about health and nutrition should be somehow interfering with mine?! Butters: Eric, Eric! Cartman: You dictate what foods I can eat?! [convulses] Urgh [the tray falls to the floor. He stiffens up and tries to reach for anything] Butters: Eric, Eric? Cartman: I can't, I can't. Butters, I can't. [falls back, smacking Butters' tray on the way down. Butters' meal lands on him] Scene Description: South Park Elementary, front lawn. An ambulance waits as Cartman is being loaded up into it. The rest of the school stands around looking at this incident. Two paramedics treat him. The brunette, Smith, puts some defibrillators on and gets ready to deliver a jolt Paramedic 1: Clear! [the brunette delivers the jolt, then they both look at the EKG] Smith: We got him back! Cartman: Agh. Fuck you, Wendy. Scene Description: As Cartman is being taken to Hell's Pass Hospital, Randy drives into town with a huge load of Tegridy weed; he and Towelie share a joint. Cypress Hill plays during this segment. Randy: How much do you think we'll get for our mulch? Towelie: Even if we only get 10 cents a pound, we have like a million pounds of it. Randy: This is gonna save our business. I'm really hungry all of a sudden. You want some Burger King? Towelie: Yeah, I'll take some onion rings. [Randy pulls into a parking spot and goes inside.] Scene Description: Burger King, inside. Randy steps forward to place his order Clerk: Welcome to Burger King. Can I take your order? Randy: Uh, hi, can I get, um, large onion rings... the big Coke Zero and, um... What's an Impossible Burger? Clerk: It's a plant-based burger, sir. Randy: Plant-based? You mean, it's not like a cow? Clerk: No, sir. It's completely vegan, but it's engineered to replicate the taste and texture of beef. Randy: Hoh. Okay, I'll try it. [hands his debit card over. The clerk turns the card through the reader and hand it back. He also hands Randy the receipt and the burger. Randy takes a bite of the burger and savors it] Hey. This tastes like shit. You guys make money off of this? Clerk: They're very popular, sir. A lot of people care about the environment and sustainability. Randy: Aw that, that's amazing. I mean, this seriously tastes like dog shit, and you get people to buy it? [gets an idea] Wait a minute... Plant-based... Plant... based... Plant-based. Oh my God. Scene Description: South Park Elementary, day. The kids are in the hallways. Cartman is in a wheelchair; Butters drives him around Butters: Comin' through! Make way! [the stop by Token, Jimmy, and Craig] Cartman: Hey guys. How's it goin'? Craig: You're out of the hospital? Cartman: Yes. The girls tried to kill me, but they did not succeed. However, we cannot let the girls' protest ruin our lunch ever again! Nichole: Oh, give me a break! [arrives from her locker] It's not just girls who wanna change the menu, it's boys too! Boy: Yeah. I want vegan food. Millie: A lot of students are protesting! Cartman: Well, their protesting is ruining my lunch! Boy: We have a right to free speech. Cartman: Yes, we do all have freedom of speech! But at times, there are ramifications for the negative that can happen when you're not thinking about others and you're ONLY THINKING ABOUT YOURSELF! Mr. Mackey: [arriving] Whoawhoawhoawhoa, what's goin' on, kids? Butters: The protesters are tryin' to kill Eric again, Mr. Mackey. Mr. Mackey: Okay, kids, we don't want another incident here, okay? Cartman: They're trying to take people's lunch! They don't realize it harms people financially, physically, emotionally, and spiritually. [begins to choke] Mr. Mackey: Eric, it's okay. We aren't going to change the school menu, okay? Everything's fine. Boy: That's not fair! Nichole: Doesn't it matter we're being silenced?! Cartman: Agagagh, my lunch! Mr. Mackey: Girls, I'm sorry, but the health of our students has to come first. Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. Gerald shows up at the front door and knocks. Randy answers the door Randy: Gerald, thanks for coming! You're not gonna believe this! Gerald: Believe what? Your text said that- Randy: Come on come on come on. [pulls him in. Next scene is in the kitchen. They go to the table, on which sit two burgers] I think I've perfected it, Gerald. I made a sustainable, healthy alternative to meat. I want you to try it. [hands a burger to Gerald] Gerald: It's a hamburger? Randy: It's a Tegridy burger. Go ahead, try it. [Gerald takes a bite and chews it for a few seconds] Well? Gerald: This tastes like shit. Randy: Yeah. It's plant-based. But keep eating it, though. Gerald: [through the chewing] I just- I just don't think it's very good. Randy: Wait for it. Wait for it... Gerald: [gets a small epiphany] Oh. [starts to giggle, then Randy joins in] Randy: Yeah ha ha? Gerald: Yeah, it's good. Randy: Yeah, right? Gerald: [takes another bite and chews on it] Whoa. It's really fucking good, man! This is like the best burger I've ever had! Randy: And you can eat a lot of them and not feel bloated. Towelie's had like 12. [points to Towelie, who's reclining against a cabinet eating a Tegridy burger.] Towelie: Best burgers I ever had. Scene Description: The school cafeteria, lunch. Cartman is back a table with the other boys, and they're all eating barbecue ribs with corn on the cob and cole slaw. Cartman is still in his hospital gown, which means his back side is exposed. He's also wearing the hospital bracelet Cartman: [savoring them ribs] Ohm... oh my God. School cafeteria ribs. After all that yogurt and crap they gave me at the hospital? OHM. Butters: I looove barbecue rib day. Cartman: Yeah. I think maybe I like rib day even more than sloppy Joe day. It's a difficult choice. Wendy: Everyone? Everyone, can I have your attention, please? [the students all stop eating and look at her] Look, guys. We're supposed to be the young generation, right? We're the ones upset about the world our parents left us. Nichole: Yeah, but eating this kind of food makes us all just as guilty. Wendy: The millions and millions of cows and pigs and chickens that we harvest every year [Cartman begins to tremble in anger] are a huge reason for climate change. Nichole: It is up to us, as students, to protest for change. Boy: Young voices matter! Wendy: Without sustainable and ethical food choices now, we're proving to be no d- Cartman: [leaves the table] AAAH! GAAAH! [in the middle of the cafeteria, to Wendy] CAN I PLEASE JUST ENJOY MY LUNCH FOR FIVE GODDAMNED MINUTES?! Butters: You gotta calm down, Eric. Remember your condition, Eric. Cartman: We all have freedom of speech, but stop talking about climate change DURING LUNCH TIME! Butters: Okay. that's it, Eric. Cartman: Some of us can just enjoy some simple goddamned barbecue ribs! And I- Daah! [stiffens up as anger overtakes him] Oh God, they did it again to me, Butters. Butters: Eric! Cartman: I think this is the Big One! Don't let me die. Butters: Somebody help! Cartman: Don't let me die. Don't let me die, Butters. [drops on his back.] Scene Description: South Park Elementary, front lawn. An ambulance waits as Cartman is being loaded up into it. The rest of the school stands around looking at this incident. Two paramedics treat him. The brunette, Smith, puts some defibrillators on and gets ready to deliver a jolt Paramedic 1: Clear! [the brunette delivers the jolt, then they both look at the EKG] Smith: We got him back! Cartman: Agh. Fuck you, Wendy. Scene Description: Burger King, day, inside. A mother and son are at the counter Clerk: So that's one Whopper, one order of chicken strings, and a medium beverage. Is there any-? [stops when he hears someone outside] Randy: [outside] Burgers! Get your burgers here! Clerk: Uh okay, that'll be fift- Randy: Plant-based burgers for sale! Clerk: Excuse me one moment. [leaves the counter] Scene Description: Burger King, day, outside. Randy has his burger stand up, selling $5 burgers that are all natural, plant based, and locally made Randy: Get your hamburgers here! [a crowd begins to form] Plant-based burgers for sale! Clerk: [now outside] Hey, what are you doing? Randy: I'm sellin' hamburgers. All-natural, completely plant-based. [a customer pays up and gets his burger] Thank you, sir. Clerk: You can't sell hamburgers here! This is a Burger King! Towelie: You sell hamburgers here. Randy: Yeah, you sell hamburgers here. Customer: This is seriously as good or better than a real hamburger. Can I get a couple more to take to work? Clerk: Hey! Now look, buddy! I'm not gonna lose customers because of YOU! [walks onto the parking lot] We have plant-based burgers inside as well! Come try our Impossible Burger. Randy: Tegridy Burger. Made locally right here in South Park. Tegridy Burger. Clerk: STOP that! Scene Description: The school gym, day. PC Principal holds a student assembly PC Principal: Alright everyone, listen up! As you know, there are several students protesting the school menu. But there are other students who are voicing their concerns against changes. Eric Cartman is still recovering in the hospital, we all wish him well. [clears his throat] Now, the school has been looking into several options to deal with the problem, and I do believe we have found a compromise. We have found a new company in the plant-based fast-food industry who would like to be the supplier for our cafeteria. And so please welcome the founder of Incredible Meat. [steps aside and claps for the founder, who steps in] Incredible Meat founder: Hello, children. I want to thank you and I want to thank your fine principal for hearing me out. I take plants, and I process them into goo. I'm a goo man. I have factories all over the country. I have trucks right now loaded with goo that can be here within the week. The goo I speak of can be made into anything. It can be made into tacos. It can be made into hot dogs. And I promise you that none of you students will know the difference. I would very much like to be the plant-based meat vendor for your school. I would like to be the plant-based meat vendor for your town. I'm a simple family man and a vegetarian. I would like the opportunity to make you all vegetarians as well, and I thank you. Scene Description: Park County Community Center, day. Randy stands at the podium reading from index cards Randy: Eating meat doesn't just hurt animals. It hurts people. It takes 13 pounds of grain to produce just one pound of animal meat. All that plant food could be used much more efficiently if-m, if people just ate it directly. Meat is also not environmentally friendly. Meat production is wasteful and causes enormous amounts of pollution. And the meat industry is one of the biggest... [after a few seconds, the camera finds him drifting away from the podium, Tegridy Burger in one hand, index cards in the other] ...Huh? Oh, I was just saying... [turns and walks back to the podium] that adopting a vegan diet is way more effective than switching to a greener car in the fight against climate change. For your health, for our planet, for the animals and for each other, we have to switch to plant-based foods. Now, it just so happens- Scene Description: Burger King, day. The clerk is all alone now, having lost all his business to... He hears music outside and walks towards it Clerk: You gotta be kidding me! Scene Description: ...Tegridy Burger. Randy's hamburger stand is now a full-fledged fast-food restaurant Randy: [through the PA system] It's our Grand Opening! Come and visit your town's only plant-based burger joint! Clerk: It's not the town's only plant-based burger joint! [goes back to Burger King. Tegridy Burger is humming with activity] Randy: Celebrate our Grand Opening! Tegridy Burger! Cheeba cheeba. Cheeba cheeba. Scene Description: The school cafeteria, day. Token is at the entrance on the lookout Token: Here he comes. [two seconds later, Cartman enters the cafeteria using a walker. He's in his hospital gown. He sees all the other students staring at him. He turns right and goes to the kitchen] Cartman: [walks past Mr. Mackey] Mr. Mackey. Mr. Mackey: [nervously] Wuhuhuhu... hello, Eric. Cartman: [stands in line behind Butters] What's goin' on, Butters? It's taco Tuesday. [the line moves forward] Butters: [weakly] It's taco Tuesday... [turns and walks forward. He gets his lunch, looks back at Eric, and heads for the boys table] Cartman: These tacos look different. What kind are they? Cook: They're... Incredible Beef... tacos. Cartman: Oh, Incredible Beef tacos. That sounds nice. [takes his tray and heads back to the cafeteria, where he again sees the students stare at him. He joins the other boys at the table. He looks around and the other students turn back to their meals. Nobody is talking. Cartman bites a taco and his friends look on. After 25 seconds...] Did you guys see that new Joker movie? Mr. Mackey: Whoa, uh, thank God it worked. Scene Description: City Wok, day. The goo man stands outside the restaurant and looks it over, then goes inside. Mr. Kim: Welcome City Wok. I take a order prease. Goo Man: Are you the owner of this restaurant? Mr. Kim: Yes. I take a order prease. Goo Man: I'd like to do business with you. Your establishment here is perfect for my plant-based meats. You see, I am a goo man. If you carry my product, Incredible Meats, we can put the word Incredible before all of your dishes. Mr. Kim: You mean instead of City Chicken I could have Incredibre City Chicken? Goo Man: That is correct. Mr. Kim: You mean instead of City Mongorian Beef I could have Inrcedibry City Mongorian Beef? Goo Man: That's right. Mr. Kim: You're saying now I could have scallops with Incredibry City XO sauce?! Okay, sign me up! Goo Man: That is most excellent. [gets out a pad and pen] Now, how many customers, on avarage, do you have per day? Mr. Kim: Including my wife? Uh, 0 to 1 per day. Goo Man: [stunned] That's it? Mr. Kim: Yeah, I got no customers now that Tegridy Burger opened up. Everyone want plant-based food now. That why I'm ready you sign me up. Goo Man: What is Tegridy Burger? Mr. Kim: Yeah, here you look. Down the brock. [they walk to a window and look out] Most popular prace in town. [they look at the place for a few seconds] Goo Man: Is that so?! [makes his way to the entrance and leaves] Mr. Kim: Hey! [follows him out] Hey, what about my incredibry City chicken? Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. A farmer knocks on Randy's door. Randy answers it Rancher: What'r you doin' you sonofabitch? Randy: Excuse me? Rancher: I'm the biggest cattle rancher in South Park. I made ma livin' 62-odd years before you fancy plant growers done showed up and put me out of a job! Randy: Well I'm sorry, Mr. Cow Killer, but this is called "evolution." Rancher: I got 300 cows that the world suddenly decided they got no use fer! What am I supposed to do with them?! Put them in a zoo?! What they gonna do now? Go start some cow circus?! Go make some cow TV show?! You are single-handedly making cows extinct! You got a plan for 'em all? Fine! [turns to whistles to his cattle] Come on! [cows emerge from the field and gather outside the front door.] Come on! Yeah, come on! Mr. Plant-based Burgers here is gonna take care of you now! [makes his way through the herd in order to leave] Yeah, don't worry. He cares about the environment, so he could figure out what to do with you. Randy: Uh ho, hehey, fuck you! Rancher: No, fuck you, sumbitch! They're your problem now! Scene Description: Sssssouth Park Elementary, 4th Grade. The students are in their seats, but Mrs. Nelson is seated, hunched over a Tegridy Burger, unable to take another bite but making an effort to. Butters: ...Teacher? [she lifts up a finger and mumbles a bit. The lunch bell rings] Cartman: Lunchtime! [nothing was taught this morning] Scene Description: The school cafeteria, lunch. The students stream in as Mr. Mackey keeps watch Mr. Mackey: Walk, don't run, m'kay? Cartman: Hey Butters! [Butters stops, a bit unnerved] Wait up, dude. You know what today is, right? It's Salisbury Steak day! Salisbury Steak day! Both: It's Salis- Butters: [flatly] -bury Steak day! [looks dejected] Cartman: Butters, is something going on? Your lunch dances aren't the same. Butters: Eric, I. I just hate lying to you. I mean, you've been in the hospital. Twice. I feel guilty. Cartman: Guilty... about what? Butters: It's our lunches, Eric. It's... Incredible Meat. Cartman: Yes, I think it's pretty good. Butters: No, Eric. See, there was this guy. He's a goo man. Cartman: The fuck is a goo man? Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. The cows are still milling around eating the weed. Some of them poop as they walk. Randy is in his tractor driving around. Randy: [comes across a cow] Go on! shoo! Hey! Goddamnit! [some time later, he's talking to Towelie] I don't know what we're gonna do. These cows are eating all our weed and they're shitting everywhere. They're gonna put us completely out of business! Towelie: Did you find anyone else to take 'em? Randy: Nobody wants cows anymore! They're bad for climate change! [takes a quick look around] We gotta kill 'em.

Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. The farm is decked out for Halloween. In the living room, Randy brings out more Halloween decorations. Sharon is working on her laptop, Stan is busy on his phone Randy: [dances in with a Jack O'Lantern] It's the most wonderful time of the year. [puts it on the table] Well? You all excited, gang? Stan: For Halloween? I guess so. Randy: Ugh, this isn't any Halloween, because this week, Tegridy Weed is doing a Halloween special. It's big promotional thing. Everyone's gonna love it. Hey, wuh-where's Shelly? Sharon: Shelly hasn't come out of her room in two days. Randy: Why? Sharon: [angrily] You know why, Randy. Randy: [Sighs] Yeah. Yeah. [Sharon glances at him] Scene Description: Shelly's room, later. Her door is open, and Randy walks in Randy: Hey, Shelly? Can I talk to you for a minute? Shelly: What do you want? Randy: Come on, kiddo. [sits on her bed and motions for her to sit next to him] Come talk with your old man, huh? Come on now. [Shelly leaves her desk to sit on the bed] Shelly, we need to talk about your marijuana problem. You know, what's your problem with it? Shelly: I hate marijuana! Randy: Yes, we all know, but ugh, why? Shelly: It stinks, and it makes everyone in this town dumber than they already are! Randy: Shelly, the truth is, some of the most important people in the world smoke weed. Did you know that Snoop Dogg smokes weed? Shelly: Yes, everyone knows Snoop Dogg is a stupid pothead! Randy: Ugh, way more people enjoy marijuana than you think, okay? Okay, who's your idol? Who do you most look up to in the whole world? Shelly: Serena Williams Randy: Total stoner. High as a kite. Every tennis match. Shelly: No she's not! Randy: You don't know that, Shelly! Now you're just making assumptions! Shelly: Everyone in this country is getting dumber, and I wish Marijuana was illegal again! Randy: [gasps and stands up] Shelly! [begins to pace the room] Okay, loook. The thing is, this problem you're having with marijuana? It's just got to stop, okay? We're working on out Tegridy Farms Halloween Special, okay?? Nobody wants a giant bummer ruining it! I love you! [leaves and closes the door] Scene Description: The Egyptian Artifact exhibit at the Denver Museum, day. A shadow appears, followed by the person casting it: Butters Butters: [looks around] Whoa. Very impressive. [strokes his chin] Indeed. [walks up to a plaque and reads it with a loupe] Stephen: [lookin gon with Linda] Find anything good, Butters/ Butters: One minute, Dad! Archeologist Butters just needs to get his stamp and sticker for his autograph book. [gets a sticker of Baster and a stamp] Aha! another rare find! Stephen: Well, did you all enjoy the museum, gang? Butters: Well wait wait, we can't leave yet! I got all the stickers and tamps except for one! Stephen: Well I'm pretty sure we saw the whole exhibit. Butters: Can I just check around one last time? Stephen: Alright, Archeologist Butters, but then meet us back right here. Butters: Well o-kay! Scene Description: An Egyptian funeral ship. A guide is explaining its varioys aspects Guide: What you're seeing here are original knots which were joined in the main pieces of the Khufu boat. The cedar timbers of the boat's hull were lashed together with hemp rope, a technique used until- Randy: Whoa! Whoa! Wait just one second! Are you actually saying that hemp, a classification of cannabis [Shelly looks at him], was actually used by he ancient Egyptians? [strikes a pondering pose] Guide: Well yes. In fact, it's been found that cannabis was used by Egyptians for its medical properties as well. Randy: Hold the freaking phone! You're telling us that marijuana has been used throughout the centuries-? Shelly: Is this why you brought me here? Randy: No, I d-, I'm just, I'm surprised that- Shelly: You said you wanted a special day with just your daughter. You said a father-daughter day at the museum could help us connect. Randy: And, and it is, Shelly. We're havin' a great time! Shelly: I don't care if Egyptians used stupid pot! [runs off in anger] Randy: [noticing the stares, stands up] She has a marijuana problem. Shelly! [runs after her] Scene Description: The Egyptian Artifact exhibit, at the same time. Butters retraces his steps Butters: Been there... Saw that... Where's that stupid last sticker stamp? [sees a hallway he missed earlier] What's this? [he sees something ahead of him that excites him and runs to it. The sarcophagus of Took-tan Ra] Butters: Whoa... [gets to the exhibit and reads through his loupe] "Sarcophagus and mummified remains of Egyptian royalty." This is it! My last sticker! [gets ready to stamp his sticker book...] Jud: [interrupting] That's the mummy of Took-tan Ra. You don't wanna put that stamp in your sticker book. Nobody puts that stamp in their sticker book. Butters: But this is my last one! Jud: It's got a curse on it. Ancient love cure not fit for any child. You can look at the mummy all you like, but... you don't want that stamp... in your sticker book. Butters: [looks at his sticker book] Haha, that's okay. I'm no ordinary child. I am Archeologist Butters! [stamps his sticker book and runs off happily. He doesn't notice the brief glow the stamp gives off] Happy Halloween, Mister! Jud: [watching him go] For some of us, maybe. Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. In the barn, Randy paces back and forth while talking to Towelie. Randy: It's just so hard being a parent sometimes, you know? I've tried everything to get through to my daughter. I took her to a laser show, I played her all of Dark Side Of The Moon, but... it's like... it's like there's something in her head that just doesn't get it! Towelie: That's awful, Randy. I'm sorry. Randy: It's just- I have to live my life, you know? I can't let her problems with marijuana drag me down anymore. Towelie: No, you're right You're totally right. Randy: So, anyway, hey. How's the Halloween Special comin' along? Towelie: The Halloween Special? Oh it's ready. Randy: It's ready? Towelie: Yeah, it's right over here. [shows Randy the way to the new plants] Randy: O-ho wow! The Halloween Special! I'm so excited to try it. Towelie: Yeah, it's basically a hybrid of our Tegridy Gold and Colorado Kush. Turned out really great, I think. Randy: [inhales the aroma] Oh, wow, that is nice! I'd like to see anyone compete with this Halloween Special. Scene Description: Butters' house, night. He's asleep in his bedroom, on his right side. He flips over to his left side, and the stamp begins to glow. Something goes thump and Butters sits up, wide awake. He hears a knock Butters: M-Mon? [two knocks] ...Dad? [the door bursts open and a mummy walks in. Butters screams as the mummy trashes the room. The mummy then grabs Butters... and hugs him. Butters calms down] A little... Why. Oh. Okay. Oh. Okay. Okay. Oh that's okay. [softly] That's okay. There you go. [the mummy lets go and sits on the bed next to him, presenting him with a gift] Form, for me? Oh, thank you. [takes the gift and opens it] Oh wow! A Fitbit! [the mummy murmurs something] Why thank you. Thank you. I... actually already have a Fitbit, but I could- Mummy: Huh?! Butters: I could give this one to a friend. [the mummy growls and stands up angrily] I just... I have one, so... [the mummy goes into a rage and finishes trashing the room, then just turns around and leaves] Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, kitchen, night. Shelly is cooking up a strange brew on a hot plate in her room. Shelly: Furniture polish, paint thinner and bleach.Ammonia and antifreeze. One tablespoon each.I hate everybody, I just like to read.Everyone's stupid. They smoke too much weed.So with this eldritch potion and these ancient wordsI make my revenge upon all the turds.[she adds a lot more bleach and continues to stir] Scene Description: Butters' house, day. He's eating Frankenberry cereal breakfast in the kitchen when he hears two knocks and gets alarmed. He leaves the kitchen to go to the front door. He opens the door and two officers stand outside Officer Brown: Butters Stotch? Butters: Yes sir? Officer Brown: We want to ask you some questions about what happened in town last night. Butters: what... happened in town? Officer: People were attacked by an ancient Egyptian mummy. It killed five people and destroyed everything it could. Butters: [nervous] Oh, uh, a mummy, huh? That's, that's weird. Officer Brown: Oh, you just think that's weird? Because the mummy said you two got in some kind of altercation last night. Butters: What?? The mummy talked to you?? Officer: Is it true, sir, that you and the mummy [reads his report] "got into an argument over a gift you didn't seem to appreciate"? Butters: There was no argument. I just said I already had it and I'd give it to a friend. Officer Brown: A present that the mummy got for you? Butters: I, I just goh- Officer Brown: You can see how that could be pretty hurtful. Officer: Did you throw the mummy out of your house? Butters: No! I didn't throw the mummy out of the house! The mummy got all pissed off at me and left! [the officers look at each other, and Brown whips out his own notepad and starts writing] Officer Brown: You're gonna have to share in the damages here, son. Butters: But I didn't do anything wrong! Okay, look officers, I think [cups his hands together nervously] I'm under some kind of curse. Officer: Well that's what the mummy told us about you. Officer Brown: You got a summons to appear in court. Until then I just suggest you and the mummy stay away from each other. [rips out the ticket citation and plants it on Butters' forehead] Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, barn, day. Randy and Towelie are sampling their newest hybrid. Randy: Oh, man, I really like it. Towelie: Yeah, it's smooth. Randy: It's really smooth. This is so good that we shold stop smoking it right now. We don't want to ruin our Halloween experience, you know? [Shelly walks in with her eldritch potion, unseen] This is seriously gonna be the best Halloween ever. [she chucks the potion all over the Halloween Special, causing Randy and Towelie to turn to see what happened. Many of the plants suffer chemical burns. Randy gets alarmed] AAAAAAA! Shelly! Shelly: That's what I think of your stupid special! [walks away and Randy races for the plants] Randy: No! Nooo!! Scene Description: South Park Elementary gymnasium, day. Mr. Mackey has another assembly, this time over appropriate halloween costumes. PC Principal: Alright everyone, listen up. Halloween has almost arrived and I wanna make sure that we are all aware of certain guidelines when it comes to Halloween costumes at school. Now, I don't wanna see any FUCKING SOMBREROS! Alright, if I see any fucking Mexican sombreros, or anyone fucking dressed like a fucking Native American, I'm gonna lose my fuckin' shit! There will be no hobos, or bums, anything depicting people from low-income households. Cartman: Ahp, no Halloween for you, Kenny. PC Principal: And lastly, heed my fuckin' words. If I see any of you girls dressed as fucking Moana, I'm gonna lose my fucking mind! Alright now, the student book fair is coming up next week. We encourage all students to be able to- [crasing sounds herald the mummy's arrival. It crashes through the double doors and stomps across the floor. The students flee in all directions. The mummy grabs students at random and throws them all over the place] Scene Description: South Park Elementary, Counselor's Office, moments later. Butters faces Mr. Mackey. Butters: ...and that's all that happened. I put that stamp in the sticker book, and now this mummy is destroying everything around me. I need help. Mr. Mackey: Okay. An-and do you feel like maybe the mummy is trying to, you know, get you to react? Butters: Wuh-what, what do you mean? Mr. Mackey: Well, you know, Butters, the mummy feels like you get to do whatever you want, but it doesn't get to do whatever it wants. Butters: Wait. The mummy talked to you, too? Mr. Mackey: Yeah, yeah, we had a good talk, yeah. Butters: Why is it talking to everyone?! Mr. Mackey: I think the mummy is very insightful and cares about you a lot. Butters: No it doesn't! This is crazy! Mr. Mackey: Look, the mummy's just sad because you get to go to school and have fun, and what does the mummy get to do? You know, it just sits around being a mummy. You know, that's not fair. Butters: First of all, I don't have fun at school! And secondly... the mummy can do whatever it wants; I don't care! Mr. Mackey: Right, but you do care, Butters, because you're sitting in my office talking all about the bad things that the mummy does. Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. Randy sits in his wooden swing and looks at one of the tickets he had made for his Halloween Special weed. He sighs. Towelie: [appears in the yard behind him] Randy, quick! You gotta come see! Randy: I just need some time, okay, Towelie? Towelie: Look! You don't understand! The special! Well, it's a miracle! [leaves. Randy gets up to follow him] Come on! You're not gonna believe it! [they head for the barn] Scene Description: The barn. They step inside Randy: Alright, Towelie, what is this ab-? Whoa! [the Halloween Special has overgrown and taken root all over the barn] The Halloween Special! Towelie: Whatever your daughter threw on this shit made it more powerful than ever! Randy: [jumps for joy] Yeah! We're back! Towelie: Yeah! Randy: Yeah! Yeah! Scene Description: A restaurant, day. Butters is enjoying drinks with the main four and Token. Butters: I have to end this curse, fellas. It's getting worse every day. Last night the mummy attacked my parents, and it said I was being narcissistic. It has no reason. No logic! One minute it's destroying everything, and the next it's sending me selfies like nothing ever happened. Look! [sure enough, there are several selfies of the mummy - in a park, in bed, working out - on his phone] This whole thing is so crazy it's starting to make me think I'm crazy! Stan: Well, it is a little crazy how much you talk about the mummy. Butters: [jaw drops, then] It's a freaking mummy! Wouldn't you talk about it?! Kyle: We're just saying, Butters, that sometimes it all seems a little codependent. Cartman: Yeah, like you and the mummy need to do your own things sometimes. Butters: I would love that, but I don't have a choice! I swear, you guys. Mummies can smell fun! Whenever I'm somewhere, and I actually start havin' a good time, I get a call or a text from the mummy sayin' "Hey, what are you doin'?" Like it knows. Token: Well, you're kinda havin' fun now, aren't you? Butters: Yeah. It is fun to get away and just talk to you guys. [the mummy pops up outside their window and throws its arms at it three times. The boys are spooked for a bit, then calm down] Oh, gosh darnit. [leaves the table] Hang on a second, fellas. [the mummy's eyes follow him] Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. Randy is putting new labels on jars of Tegridy Weed and humming, then placing them on a table by the front door Randy: Okay, that should be enough Halloween Special for the first few people [there are some 84 jars on the table] Now, I think we should put the open bar in this area [screen left] and the hot tub maybe right here [screen right. Shelly walks in wearing a backpack]. Towelie: Yeah, that'll work well. Shelly: Dad, you have to drive me to the book fair. Randy: What what? [chuckles] Shelly: Mom said you have to drive me because she's taking Stan trick-or-treating. Randy: [skeptical] You're going to a book fair? Shelly: Yes. Randy: On fucking Halloweed? Shelly: Yes! Randy: [squeezes his face] I don't even know how to deal with you anymore. [gets in her face] You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?! Shelly: [moves to the front door] You're my dad, drive me to the book fair! Randy: I will not! I have things to get ready, and nobody cares about books on Halloween, Shelly! Shelly: The last thing people in this town need is more marijuana! [kicks the legs out from under the table, and the jats crash onto the floor, shattering. She leaves] Randy: OH MY GOD! [kneels next to his ruined product] Scene Description: Park County Police Station. Randy is talking to Det. Harris, with Shelly beside him Randy: [sobbing] It's a nightmare! It's a personal hell! I've done everything I can, as a father, to help he with her problem, but she just ignores everything I say! I can't do this! Shelly: You're such a piece of shit, Dad! Randy: Oh, Shelly, I love you! Det. Harris: What does her mother have to say about this? Randy: Her mother doesn't say anything anymore! Whenever I bring up our daughter's marijuana problem, my wife says "I'm gonna lose my mind if you bring this up again." It's destroying all of us! I just think, maybe a night in jail is the wakeup call that she needs. I'm barely gonna have fun at the Halloween Special now! It's gonna be really hard for me to rage knowing you're in here, Shelly. It's gonna be really hard for me to rage! [an officer takes Shelly to a jail cell nearby, then opens it for her] Officer Brown: Alright, there you go. [Shelly goes in and turns around] When you have a problem with drugs and alcohol, you hurt everyone around you. Happy Halloween. [slides the door shut] Butters: What are you in for? I'm in here because *apparently* I'm a passive-aggressive controlling and manipulative psychopath whose narcissitic behavior drives other people crazy. Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, night. The Halloween special is undreway. Klieg lights shine their beams into the sky. MC Hammer's "Turn This Mutha Out" pumps through the loudspeakers. The living room is filing with people Guest 1: Hey, trick or treat. We're here for the Halloween Special? Towelie: All right, here you go, guys. [hands him a jar of Halloween Special] That's a promotional gift from Tegridy Farms. Randy: Hey, come on in, guys! There's candy and hot dogs! Guest 2: Alright. [Towelie hands him a jar as well] Randy: Samplers of the special are there on the table, guys. Feel free to light up! Towelie: Wow, we're almost out, Randy. I gotta go to the barn and get some more. Randy: Okay, I'll hold down the fort. [Towelie leaves] Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, outside. Towelie walks through the field to the barn Towelie: Jimmy crack corn and I don't care. Jimmy crack- [stops] Uh, what? [a bright light shines through all the windows on the barn as the Halloween Special has spread to the exterior walls of the barn] Scene Description: Park County Police Station, night Butters: So I said, "Okay, fine. You don't ever do anything wrong! It's all me! You've got no problems, only I have problems! Alright, uh I'll lock my own ass up! Then we'll see who's got issues!" Shelly: Will you SHUT UP? Butters: I'll be in here, and something will go horribly wrong tonight, and then the monster will have to accept what it is, and finally work on changing, right? Shelly: Probably not. Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, the Halloween Special event. Randy is talking to one of the guests in the hot tub Randy: Naw, you see, fluvial geomorphology deals with the way rivers change over time. It's geology shit. It's why I got out of it, really. Guest 2: Hey man, what's in this weed? [guests around him are clutching their bellies] Randy: Oh! That's a company secret, my friend! Guest 1: No, I meant I- I don't feel so good. [begins to gargle and growl] Randy: Hey, are you alright there, buddy? [marijuana seems to sprout on the guest's body and turned him into a zombie. He turns around and growls at Randy] Whoa, dude, did you see that?! [looks over at his guest, who now, too, looks zombified. Randy jumps out of the hot tub when he notices all his guests looking like zombies, puts on a towel and runs outside] Scene Description: The marijuana field. Randy and Towelie run into each other Both: AAAAA! Randy: Towelie! There's something wrong with thte special! Towelie: There's somethin' in the barn! The thing you killed! It wants revenge! [they head for the barn, and Randy sees it glowing like Towelie did before] Randy: Oh Jesus! What happened?! [goes inside while Towelie waits outside] Towelie: It's dead because o'you! And now it wants your soul! Randy: [faces him] What?! What's dead because o'me?! [a shadow rises up and Randy notices: it's Winnie the Pooh clutching his intestines] Pooh: [cocks his head to one side] Oh, hello there. Would you like to die? Randy: [runs out] Ooooohh! Winnie the Pooh! Winnie the Pooh! Scene Description: Park County Police Station, night. An officer runs in Officer Brown: Detective Harris! Something's going down at the Marsh farm! Officer: Calm down, sir! I can't understand you! Det. Harris: Put him on speaker. [the officer switches from earpiece to speaker] Randy: There's monsters everywhere! It's some kind of curse! Unspeakable evil! Butters: [listening from his cell] The mummy! I told you! Randy: All different kindds of monsters! Zombies and plant people and bears! Oh my God! What's that?! Oh my God, it's Harvey Weinstein! He's got me! You've got to-argh! He's inside me! Harvey Weinstein is inside me! You've gotta send help! People are dying everywhere! No! Harvey, I said no! Please, somebody co- [the connection is cut] Det. Harris: This is it, everyone! Let's move! All hands on deck! We've gotta take these monsters down! [all the officers rush out. Yakes returns]/i> Bring the kid who manipulates the mummy with his passive-aggressive serlfishness! [an officer opens the jail cell, and Butters and Shelly walk out] Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, night. The Special event is still in full swing as the police pull up to the entrance. The officers leave their cruisers and jump into position with their rifles. An officer brings out a bazooka Det. Harris: Alright, men, let's take thee monsters out! Shelly: [intervenes] No, just hold on a second! I'll take care of this. [walks to the house. Meanwhile, out back, Randy and Towelie are still running, but are stopped by the cose they slaughtered in "Let Them Eat Goo."] Randy: Oh God, it's the cows we killed! Pooh: Oh. I'm really going to enjoy eating your brains. [leaps up to Randy's head and starts gnawing on it.] Randy: Get 'im off of me! Get 'im off of me! Oh my God! Get 'im off of me! [In her bedroom, Shelly is cooking up an antidote. She hears Randy and Towelie screaming and goes to look out the window] Waugh! Get 'im off of me! Both: Help! Somebody help us! Get them off of me! Waugh! [she sees them flailing about, but with no cows, bears, or other monsters around them. They are hallucinating] Both: Somebody help us! Towelie: Somebody help us! Randy: Get 'im off of me! Augh! We gotta fight them, Towelie! Towelie: Help! somebody help us! Randy: Waugh! Towelie: I wanna live! Get them of of me! Help! sombody help us! Randy: We're going to live! We're going to live! [Shelly goes back to her pot and continues brewing] Help! Waugh, get him off of me! Get him off of me! You monsters! Go back to hell! [they begin to babble, and Randy punches the air] There's too many of 'em! [looks off to his left] Oh! What is, What is that?! [a blurry Shelly runs up to him with her pot] Oh! No! [she drenches him with her potion and he goes limp. He murmurs a fewwwww syllables and falls over] Scene Description: Tebridy Farms, entrance. Det. Harris: Alright, that's it everyone! Nothin' to see here. Just some people who are really, really high. Officers: [let down] Aawwwwwwww. Officer Stevens: I can't shoot anyone? Det. Harris: [walks up to Butters] You were so convinced the mummy was to blame for everything, weren't you? So convinced you made us all believe it too. Butters: I'm... [cups his hands together] I'm sorry? Det. Harris: Yeah, well it's not us ...you really need to be sorry to. [looks over Butters' head at something. Butters follows his gaze amd sees tje mummy standing at the farm's entrance.] Let's see if you even have a shred of decency to apologize when something is clearly your fault. [Butters walks to the mummy] Butters: I'm so sorry. You're right. I can be selfish and narcissistic. Ah I'm gonna work on myself and... and try to make this curse work somehow. [the mummy rreaches into a back pocket and gives Butters a parting present, sighs, and walks over to a red car, opens the trunk, packs his suitcase, closes the trunk, gets into the driver's seat, puts on some sunglasses, and drives away. Butters open the present and reads the letter inside, which is just Egyptian hieroglyphics] Officer Brown: [looks over Butters' shoulder] It says, "I hope you can get the help you need. I can't fix you" Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. All the decorations are thrown away and lots of trash bins wait for pickup. Inside, Randy comes down the stairs looking quite beat up. The rest of the family is eating toast and cereal. Randy: Hey, guess I slept in late, huh? What time is it? [serves himself some coffee] Sharon: It's 8:15 am. November 3rd. Randy: Ooof, wow. That was some strong-ass Halloween Special, y'all. I mean... I saw rapists in the hot tub, zombie cows. I thought I was gonna die, and then, this fat, bitchy angel came and put me to bed. [Shelly shoots a look at him for a few seconds, then looks at her food] Did everyone enjoy the Halloween Special? Sharon: No, Randy. Only you did. Randy: Oh. Well, that was pretty much my target audience anyway. [walks away from the table with his coffee, back to the stairs] Hey, at least I really didn't have butt sex with Harvey Weinstein, huh? [sees something on the floor] Oh [it's a used confom. He picks it up and shows it to the family] Or did I? [twirls it around a few times] Woo! Happy Halloween, everybody! [lets go, and the condom lands on a wall, releasing its contents.]

Randy: Hey, good morning, everybody. Welcome to Tegridy Breakfast, the show where we talk about everything Tegridy Farms. I'm Randy Marsh. Towelie: Hehehey, folks. I'm Towelie. Randy: Today we're gonna talk about what's been growing on the farm, especially our new Tegridy Thanksgiving Special. [displays the new strain in a mason jar] Towelie: I'll tell you what. I-I, I smoked that out of a four-foot bong, and it just about destroyed my fro- Agent: [coming in with another agent and two police officers] Alright, wrap it up! Shut this down! Come on, Marsh, Let's go. Randy: Guh, uh go where? Agent: Everyone's had enough, Mr. Marsh. I'm gonna need you to come with us. [an officer steps forth to arrest him] Randy: [stands, to be arrested] What the hell are you do-? [remembers his show] Sorry, everybody. We'll be right back. Officer 1: Let's go! Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day, outside Randy: What do you think you're-? My show! My Tegridy Farms show! Scene Description: City Hall, later. The City Council is in session. The officer brings Randy in, handcuffed Randy: Hello, Mayor. Mr. and Mrs. Tweek, ... Mackey. Mayor McDaniels: Mr. Marsh, do you remember a few weeks ago when homes in South Park were attacked by a terrorist called Mexican Joker? Randy: Yah, Mexican Joker. That was terrible. Mayor: Right. Except there was no Mexican Joker. It was you who blew up people's yards because they were home-growing their own marijuana. Randy: [bites his lip, then chuckles] Well, that's ridiculous. Mayor: The Tweeks have come forward with some footage caught on their security camera. Randy: Guys, I have nothing against homegrowers. Mayor: Run the footage, please! [her aide starts up the video. Randy is shown creeping up to a homegrown operation and pissing into it.] Randy: Hm... [the footage shown him getting deeper into the small garden and pooping in it] Hmmm... [then it shows him burying an explosive and walking away. Two seconds later there's an explosion and the camera footage is interrupted.] Mayor: People are fed up, Marsh. The past few weeks you've held parades for yourself, needlessly slaughtered a thousand cows, made deals with the Chinese, and nearly poisoned everyone with your Halloween Special. Everyone's had enough of Tegridy Farms. Randy: Enough of Tegridy Farms? South Park is NOTHING without Tegridy Farms! Mayor: You'll be taken to county jail to await your trial. Get him out of here. [an attending officer comes in to do the job] Randy: I didn't do anything wrong! [the officer pulls Randy up to his feet and walks him away] You people are just jealous! Jealous that I took over South Park and I'm successful! [the officer takes Randy out of the office] Mayor: Well. At least now South Park can start getting back to normal. Scene Description: The neighborhood park, day. Two teams of six players each oppose each other in a game of football. Kenny has the ball and Cartman is set to receive it. Cartman: Titty farts! Titty farts dog wiener. [backs away] Dog wiener, dog wiener! [gets back into position] Pubic mound. Pubic mound. Kyle: Just hike the stupid ball, Cartman. Cartman: Pubic mound titty farts hike! [receives the ball from Kenny. Kyle counts down 15 seconds before Cartman throws the ball.] Kyle: Mississippi one Mississippi two Mississippi three Mississippi four Mississippi five Mississippi six Mississippi seven Mississippi eight Mississippi nine Mississippi ten Mississippi eleven Mississippi twelve Mississippi thirteen Mississippi fourteen Mississippi. Jason: [while Kyle counts] Hey, I'm open! Cartman: [while Kyle counts] You can't catch! Jason: [while Kyle counts] Dude, I'm wide open! [Cartman releases the ball, and it goes high. Jason goes into the street to catch it, but is struck down by a police car and killed. The officer doesn't stop. The ball comes down next to Jason two seconds later. Most of the boys are aghast] Cartman: That totally would have been a touchdown. Scene Description: The Church, day. Funeral music plays. Mrs. White is heard crying. Jason's casket and picture are shown Fr. Maxi: Little Jason White was a happy child. A playful child. And ultimately it was his playfulness in sports that got him killed in a freak hit-and-run accident. The father would like to now say a few words. [leaves the podium and gives Bob a quick hug as Bob takes the podium.] Bob: I'm Robert White, Jason's father, and I can tell you that as a White, Jason lived a challenged life. When I look out on this congregation, I can't help but think, "There's not a whole lot of people here." Doesn't seem like a big deal. Nobody's outraged. 'Cause it was our family. Nobody cares when a White gets killed by the police. There should be protests and marches, but NO. The police killed a White! That's not protest-worthy! Everybody's busy trying to lock up Randy Marsh! Now my wife and I have a dead child and we can't even get any weed to make us feel better! Yeah, don't listen to me. I'm just a White. [leaves the podium. His wife is still crying.] Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. Sharon is at the dinner table addressing her kids Sharon: Kids, I have something to tell you, but I don't want you to be scared, okay? Daddy is... in police custody until there's a hearing. He could be in jail for a long time. Shelly: Do you promise? Stan: Like, how long is "a long time"? Could it be years? Sharon: It could be, sweetheart. We don't know. Stan: YES! Shelly: Is it possible he could get out of it? Sharon: Of course it's possible, honey Shelly: Egh! [looks away angrily] Stan: But if he doesn't get out of it, then what happens to us? Sharon: We probably have to sell the farm and move, back to town, and, sort of, live our lives without the marijuana business and without daddy. [a smile keeps breaking through as she explains things] Juts... try to stay hopeful, kids. Stan: We will, Mom. You too. Sharon: Okay, you too, Shelly. Shelly: Okay, Mom. You too. Scene Description: The White House, day. President Garrison is in the Oval Office cracking nuts and eating them. The phone rings and he picks up. Garrison: What? ...Who? ...Oh okay, sure, put him through. This is the President. Randy: Hi, Mr. Ga- Mr. President, Uh, I'm really sorry to bother you. Look, uh... I'm in a bit of trouble. Garrison: Huho, tell me about it. Randy: Yeah, they uh, someone got some supposed evidence on me doing something... "illegal" and uh. Garrison: Well, did you tell everyone you didn't do anything wrong? Randy: Y-yeah, of course. Garrison: Well, did you then go on the attack and swap the accusations to make yourself a victim? Randy: Did I what? Garrison: Oh Jeez, DARVO, Randy. Deny, Attack, Reverse Victim and Offender. Alright, let's role-play. You be your accusers and I be you. Okay, go. Randy: Uh, uhm, "Hey, you! You blew up people's yards who were growing their own marijuana!" Garrison: "No I didn't! Are you joking, you psychopath?! Now you're blowin' up my yard!" Go ahead, try another one. Randy: "You, you illegally damaged property and made your business-" Garrison: "You damage property to make your business more profitable, you lying sack of shit! I'm not gonna be bullied by you!" See? [looks at footage of himself speaking on several screens] It's really not that hard, just takes a little chin wiggle. Randy: Jeez, you're really good at that. Look, what I really need from you is some personnel. Do you know any good lawyers? Garrison: Do I know any good lawyers? No, but I do know Rudy Giuliani. [at this point Rudy peaks out from under the desk.] Giuliani: Hehey hey, fuck you! Garrison: The fuck you, Rudy. Are you finished cleaning up those pistachio nuts yet? Giuliani: Yeah, that's all of them, Mr. President. Garrison: Listen, Randy, I'm gonna throw you a bone. You just sit tight and I'll have him take care of this. Scene Description: Tegridy farms, day. The Broflovskis ring the front door bell Sharon: Sheila, Gerald, hi. Sheila: Hi, Sharon. We just know you're going through a really hard time right now. We wanted to bring you guys some lasagna. Sharon: Oh that's so sweet, thank you. Other families have brought some stuff too. Come on in. [Gerald and Sheila go in and find something of a party going on. Shelly is dancing on the sofa] Hey guys. We got lasagna. [Stan, Butters, and Cartman show up and run around her] Shelly: I love lasagnaaa. Sharon: No running in the house, you little turkeys. [the boys run off, and Gerald and Sheila join her] Sheila: Oh, look at that, Sharon. You took down all the pictures of marijuana. Sharon: Oh, yeah. You know, just too painful. You know, they remind me of Randy. That's why I took Randy's pictures as well, because, you know, they remind me of Randy. Linda Black: Look, I'm sorry if you don't want to talk about it, but have you thought of what you guys might do if Randy gets put away? Sharon: Yeah, I've kind of made a list of all the things I might do. It's kind of a long list. Bob: Oh, isn't this lovely? [The music scratches to a stop. He, his wife and their daughter are just inside] The whole town, turning out to support the Marsh family in their time of need. [looks of shock great them] Our son was killed by the police. Mrs. White: [sobbing] Why? Bob: Would have been nice if somebody had brought us some lasagna. You know, if I'm not mistaken, it almost seems like you people are happy that Tegridy Farms is being indicted. It's almost like you're reveling in it. My wife and I were both Tegridy Plus members! We always believed in Randy Marsh. We believed... in Tegridy. And now there's less Whites. Now there's less Whites. [they turn and leave] Butters: Oh Jeez. We should have never played football that close to the road. Cartman: Yeah, this isn't right. Butters: Wu-where are you going, Eric? Cartman: I think I might be able to help them. [follows the Whites out] Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, outside. The Whites are close to the entrance when Eric calls out to them Cartman: Mr. and Mrs. White! [The Whites stop and he catches up to them] I'm sorry about what happened. I knew Jason pretty well. He was a shitty receiver, but he would have wanted his parents to... move on. And help a new child. Mrs. White: What? What do you mean? Cartman: A few weeks ago, I was sent somewhere. It was a place where people like you could find a way to fill that empty hole. Scene Description: Texas detention center, day. An ICE bus pulls up and unloads its passengers, all parents seeking children to adopt Jeff: Welcome, everyone. My name is Jeff. We're thrilled you've come to help out and adopt. The parents of the children inside have all been deported, but the kids are legal citizens, since they were born in the United States. [he leads the group inside and down some hallways lined with kennels] Mr. and Mrs. White? Bob: Yes? Jeff: We've all heard about your tragic loss. I'd love to help out however I can. Is there something specific you're looking for? Mrs. White: We... don't really know. Jeff: Well, we've got all kinds here, depending on your preferences. [points out the various kinds of kids he has as they move down the hallway] Here's a little Panamanian. They're very clean. This is a Colombian shorthair. Oh, and this is a good one. This is a Baja shepherd. Baja Shepherd: Quiero a mi papá. Quiero a mi mamá. ["I want my dad. I want my mom."] Jeff: Bien, gracias. ¿Y tú? ["Fine, thanks. And you?"] Bob: Oh, honey. Look at the Peruvian hairless. Jeff: Yes, they're pretty silly-looking. Great with kids though. Bob: Hey, what's this little guy? Jeff: Oh, why, this is a purebred Mexican. He's had all his shots; parents were deported two weeks ago. Here, we can let him run around a little bit. [opens the kennel to let the boy out] Mexican: [steps out] Mi familia. ¿Dónde está? ["My family. Where is it?"] Jeff: Bien, gracias. ¿Y tú? ["Fine, thanks. And you?"] Mrs. White: Oh Bob, he's kind of perfect. Bob: Hello, little fellow. How would you like to be a White? [the boy is dumbfounded] Scene Description: County Jail Infirmary at South Park, day. It has 8 beds, six of which are filled. Randy is in the one at far right. A doctor is checking out his ears Randy: Look, doctor. You have to give me something. I'm really sick. Doctor: What exactly are your symptoms? Randy: I'm like, starting to question things that I've done. Like, starting to question the person I've become. And I can't sleep at night I, I just lay in my cell wondering if I've been a bad father lately, and a bad husband, and... please, it really hurts. I need some marijuana. Doctor: Sounds like you haven't had access to marijuana for a while, now reality is setting in. Randy: I just need a little medicinal weed and these symptoms will all go away. Doctor: Well maybe they shouldn't go away. Maybe this is your wake-up call that you've been abusing drugs, and need to face all your wrongdoings, try to turn your life around. Randy: You need to turn your life around! Clearly you have the addiction problem and I'm just your whipping boy! Doctor: That's not going to work, Mr. Marsh. You're not the President of the United States. Randy: Ahh, poop! Scene Description: The White house, evening. The Whites and their newly-adopted son are enjoying TV dinners in the living room. The boy studies them Mrs. White: Well Alejandro, how are you enjoying being a White so far? Alejandro: Mi familia. ¿Dónde está? ["My family. Where is it?"] Mrs. White: Bien, gracias. ¿Y tú? ["Fine, thanks. And you?"] Bob: Yes, it's good us Whites have each other, Alejandro, because... I need to tell you something. You see, now that you're a White, life isn't gonna be so easy. You're gonna find that a lot of people in this world just don't care about the Whites. Mrs. White: You'll hear about how others in the world are mistreated, but nobody will care when you are. Crystal: Being a White is the hardest thing ever. Bob: That's my little White. [the boy is using a phone all of a sudden. Bob notices something onscreen] Oh, turn it up, honey. Anchor: And the President of the United States today called the allegations against Randy Marsh "total, buttfucking bullshit," and claims the neighbors who came forward with the evidence video are "tampon-faced, 69ing whistleblowers." When asked for clarification, the President's lawyer and treasonous pig Rudy Giuliani, had this to say. Giuliani: Ohhh, this is just a conspiracy. It's conspiracy! And we need everyone out there who, who don't think their voices are heard, to make their voices louder! Bob: Uh, he's absolutely right. Starting tomorrow, the Whites are gonna start actively trying to stop all this trial nonsense. Mrs. White: Bob, Alejandro's on your phone and it's past phone use time. Bob: Hey! [snatches the phone from him.] Why, he's trying to call Mexico! Alejandro, the Whites do not use mobile devices after 7 pm. Mrs. White: Why would he try to call long distance to Mexico? Does he just assume that the Whites have all the money in the world? Bob: The Whites don't call long distance! [bops Alejandro on the head with the remote control] Mrs. White: Jason never tried to use mobile devices after the cutoff time. Jason never tried to call long distance. [begins to cry and leaves the living room] Bob: Well good job, Alejandro! Now you've upset your mother! Alejandro: ¡Esa no es mi madre! ["That's not my mother!"] Mr. White: Bien, gracias. ¿Y tú? [Alejandro looks at him quizzically] Scene Description: County Prison Therapy Room. Two guards keep watch over eight inmates in this room. A Relationship graph is drawn on a whiteboard under the room's sign Randy: I've had a lot of time to just sit in here and think. I'm starting to realize I have this pattern of behavior where I... always want more. More weed, more drinks, more deals with the Chinese. It's never enough. See, I've always had my flaws, but at the end of the day, I cared about people. You know what the President said? He said just deny everything and make yourself the victim. Yeah, well... maybe he's part of how I got here. Maybe the President has brought down my moral meter. I don't mean to cast blame - I'm to blame - but... ever since he was elected, I've compared my morals to his. And no matter how awful I am, I'm never as bad a the President, so I'm... okay. Scene Description: The Whites are in front of a market. Alejandro and Crystal carry bells in their hands, Bob has a clipboard, and his wife carries a sign: "STOP THIS RIDICULOUS PERSECUTION!" Bob: Help support Tegridy Farms and Randy Marsh! Randy Marsh has done nothing wrong! Stop the ridiculous persecution! [Alejandro is mad, so he doesn't ring his bell] Mrs. White: Exonerate Tegridy Farms? [a woman walks into the store without stopping to contribute.] Oh yeah! Just ignore us! The Whites are used to it! Bob: Good one, honey. Crystal: Daddy! Alejandro isn't ringing his bell! Bob: Alejandro! There's few enough of us as it is! We're not gonna stop this trial unless all the Whites chip in! [takes the bell from Alejandro and rings it] Now ring your bell! [bops him on the head with it, rings it, and gives it back to him.] Alejandro: [throws his bell away] ¡No quiero estar aquí! ["I don't want to be here!"] Mrs. White: It's like he doesn't appreciate us, Bob. Bob: Oh, I know. Mrs. White: I mean, we give him a place to live, food, we take care of him. Bob: It just... [soft gasp] he just doesn't seem happy. Maybe if we got him a little thing to take care of and feed he'd understand how much responsibility it is. Scene Description: Texas detention center, day. The Whites are back at the detention center with Alejandro Jeff: We're so glad you came back, Mr. and Mrs. White. We have even more kids now whose parents have been deported. Bob: See one you like, Alejandro? Now that you're a White, you can pick anyone you want. Jeff: Oh, here's a good one. Four years old, parents just deported yesterday. He's a Panamanian podengo pequeño. Bob: Do you like him, Alejandro? Jeff: We could see how he gets along with the kids. [opens the kennel door and the boy walks out] Panamanian: Quiero a mi mamá. ["I want my mom."] Alejandro: Nunca la vas a ver. ["You won't see her again".] Mrs. White: Oh look. I think he likes him. Bob: Alright, Alejandro, but you have to take care of him and clean up after him. Mrs. White: This is a great addition to our family. Bob: Yeah. [in her ear] Now there will be more Whites to stop those needless hearings. Scene Description: South Park County Prison, Cell 13. Randy sits alone in this cell looking at a picture of his family. Officer Peterson: Hey Marsh, you got a visitor. Randy: I do? Officer Peterson: [taking Randy to the visiting room] Fifteen minutes. That's all you get. [Randy goes in] Giuliani: Hello Mr. Marsh? My name is Mr. Giuliani. I've been sent to try and help you. Randy: Oh. Thanks, but I think I'm just gonna plead guilty. Giuliani: Oh, that sounds like someone who's a little down in the puss. The President said you would be, and he thought you might need a little something special. [proceeds to take down his pants and briefs] Ssshhhhhh. [reaches into his ass and pulls out a joint, then lights it] Would this make you feel better? Randy: Oh. Ohhh. Giuliani: [waves the joint around] Is this just what the doctor ordered? Randy: Yeahhh. [jumps forward and takes a long drag] Scene Description: Breaking News Field reporter: Tom, I'm standing outside the government building where Randy Marsh is about to be arraigned. Protesters from both sides have gathered here. Some of them who are for the proceedings... Crowd: Lock him up! Lock him up! Lock him up! Lock him up! Lock him up! Field reporter: ...and also those in support of ending the investigation. The Whites: Let him go! Let him go! Mrs. White: These hearings are a waste of the taxpayers' money! Bob: Nothing in these hearings will change the Whites' minds one bit! Crystal: Daddy! Bob: What? Crystal: Alejandro isn't putting on his sunscreen! [he's holding on to a bottle of it, though] Bob: Alejandro, what have we told you?! All Whites wear sunscreen! Put it on right now! [takes the sunscreen and bops it on his head] Alejandro: ¡Ahhh! ¡No necesito protector solar! ¡Necesito a mi madre y a mi padre! ["Ahhh. I don't need sunscreen! I need my mom and my dad!"] Bob: ¡BIEN, GRACIAS! ¡¿Y TÚ?! Now put it on! [opens the sunscreen and rubs it all over Alejandro's face, giving him the whiteface of a clown.] Alejandro: ¡Alto! ¡Aah! ¡Alto! ¡Te odio! ¡Te odio! ["Stop! Aah! Stop! I hate you! I hate you!" He runs away] Scene Description: City Hall, day. The Mayor. The City Council of 13 is seated. Mr. Mackey isn't present, as he was protesting outside. The President and Mr. Giuliani are present, flanking Randy. A small crowd of people is witness to the arraignment Mayor: In the South Park vs. Tegridy Farms matter, we are now ready to proceed with the arraignment. Before doing so, Mr. Marsh, do you have any words? Randy: Yeah, I have some words to say! Giuliani: Go get 'em! Go, go get 'em! Randy: I can't believe I'm being attacked here! You people are monsters! The evidence shows me in a yard taking a dump! Yes! Because I was setting a trap for Mexican Joker! [skeptical cries erupt from the crowd] That's right! And Mexican Joker attacked seconds later! I was trying to protect you people from terrorists! And what do I get for it?! I get a- a bunch of- [the President and Giuliani cheer him on silently] A bunch of... No... No, I can't do this. You wanna know what really happened? The President... sent me his lawyer, and his lawyer told me what to say to get off and gave me a joint in prison. Crowd: [swelling] What?? Randy: And then I smoked that joint! And you know what I thought?! I thought "this is some shitty-ass weed." It wasn't Tegridy. It barely even changed my mental state. The reason I got into the marijuana business was to make quality, simple weed that came from the heart. Weed that was strong, and pure. Somewhere on that journey I lost my way. Tegridy weed is about community. It's a sunrise. It's the smile on a baby. But most of all [reaches a chair and puts a foot up on it], Tegridy weed is about family. I had forgotten I have a loving wife, and son [Sharon, Stan, and Shelly are shown, Shelly with arms crossed], and I'm not gonna forget them anymore. [Shelly uncrosses her arms and puts her palms up] So I'm not gonna fight this. I'll do my time and... maybe someday I'll be back. Making marijuana that's simple. Marijuana that's Tegridy. Because, when you do the right thing, good things happen. [explosions are heard outside, and the people in chambers go to the windows to see what's going on. Sure enough, buildings are exploding all around town. Alejandro is vandalizing police cars with a bat] Man with orange shirt: It's him! Oh god, it's him! Townswoman: Oh, Jesus, save us! Officer 2: G-give it up, Mexican Joker. You don't wanna do this. [Alejandro smashes the cruiser some more, then brings out a Molotov cocktail.] Bob: Alejandro! Get down from there this minute! Alejandro: ¡Abajo con Estados Unidos! ["Down with the United States!" An officer fires a shot and injures Alejandro. Other cops fire away and cause a cloud of smoke to rise up and hide Alejandro. Alejandro seizes the opportunity to make his escape.] Scene Description: South Park City Hall, day. Randy and Rudy exit the double doors and approach the podium set up for a press conference Reporters: Mr. Marsh. Mr. Marsh. Mr. Marsh Marsh Marsh. Over here. Reporter: Mr. Marsh, how does it feel to be exonerated? [as soon as they reach the podium, Giuliani starts massaging Randy's shoulders] Randy: Thank you. It feels really good to have these charges dropped. Now we can all get back to the business of trying to heal. I'd like to... [notice Giuliani massaging his shoulders] Would you please get the fuck away from me? [Giuliani lets go, adjusts his dentures, and puts his thumbs up in approval] I'd like to take this opportunity to thank those who have always been by my side, supporting me from the very beginning, the people who stood by me since day one and gave me hope. The Whites. [he and Giuliani clap. The Whites look surprised, then they put their hands to their chests.] Thanks for having my back, Mr. and Mrs. White. And now, everybody, if you don't mind, I've got a farm to tend to. [waves to everybody as he leaves] Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. Winter has come, and snow is falling everywhere. The marijuana plants have been harvested and cut back. Inside, Randy brings a box containing six jars of Tegridy weed to the table. Shelly is suffering a personal hell being around marijuana, so she has buried her face in her arms Randy: Well gang, I guess that's about it, huh? It's been a really good run, but, looks like the season is over. Shelly: [perks up] The season is over? Randy: Well sure, the first snow is falling, crops are pretty much dead. Well what'd you all think, huh? I think the season was a little better than anyone expected. I really wanna thank you guys for a great run. [walks to a camera off to his left] And hey, we hope you all enjoyed the season too. It had a little bit of everything, didn't it? And hopefully, the season finale really brought it all home. Of course, if you haven't had a chance to try the season finale yet, it is available now for a special price. This limited-edition weed made from the very last crop of the season is pricey, but worth it. [cuts to the live-action shot of a guy's hand putting the jar of Season Finale next to the five other jars of episode-titled weed.] Announcer: Now taking pre-orders for Season 2.

Scene Description: This episode starts with the PC Babies Theme Song PC Babies, they're coming to your town! PC Babies, the wokest kids around. When there's something problematic, they're sure to let you know. Making things fun and gender-neutral everywhere they go! They're everybody's fave-sies! They're PC Babies, yeah! PC Girl: Now back to PC Babies. PC Boy: Waaa! [giggles] Scene Description: The Principal House, basement, day. Strong Woman is using a heavy Everblast punching bag with PC Principal holding it in place. PC Principal: Yeah! Who's strong? Strong Woman: I'm strong! PC Principal: Who's Strong Woman? Strong Woman: I'm Strong Woman! [they switch to dumbbells] PC Principal: You're gonna smoke the competition! Strong Woman: I'm gonna smoke the competition! [the babies begin to cry] Oh no. It's the babies. Scene Description: The living room, moments later. PC Principal and Strong Woman reach the living room and find the kids upset. Two of the kids sit on the sofa, the other three on the floor. PC Principal: Kids, kids. Okay, what the matter? Strong Woman: Oh, no! I left Disney+ on and it went to Mulan. PC Principal: They don't like Mulan? Strong Woman: No, because Mulan is a female that identifies as male and yet the movie doesn't take the time to address real trans issues. PC Principal: Okay, okay, we know! [takes the remote and turns the TV off] Mulan is outdated in creating straw dog characters to talk about trans issues! Daddy's turning it off! [switches to another channel] Anderson Cooper: -But just how many advocates have yet to be seen? [the kids sit up and smile.] Scene Description: South Park Elementary Gym, day. PC Principal holds another assembly. Mr. Mackey, Strong Woman, and Mr. Adler sit far behind him PC Principal: Alright everybody, listen up! As you know, this school is a place where everyone should feel included. Our challenge is to motivate ourselves and others to create an inviting, non-negative and HEY STOTCH, YOU GOT A FUCKING PROBLEM?! [Butters is caught whispering something to Scott] Butters: [quickly sits correctly] No sir! PC Principal: Now I think that what we all need are leaders who motivate by example, and so I would like to inform you all that your vice-principal [points to Strong Woman; she's somewhat surprised] is competing in the Strong Woman Competition in Morrison this weekend. Let's hear it for her. [the kids applaud as she takes the mic] Strong Woman: Well, thank you PC Principal. Um, listen, guys. I just hope I can make you proud, and more importantly, I hope you can see that no matter who you are, you can do anything. We've really come a long way breaking down gender-binary bigotry, and I hope I can especially inspire some of my girl students here. PC Principal: Or those who identify as girls. Strong Woman: Yes, or those who identify as girls. Get out there and get involved in school sports and clubs. If there's something you love, don't ever let anything hold you back. Scene Description: Five boys are in the room: Clyde, Butters, Cartman, Scott, and Stan. They're playing Dungeons and Dragons Cartman: The first bugbear lashes out at Stan with its broadsword. [rolls the dice] And it hits with a 17. Stan: How much damage is that? Cartman: 4 + 2 slashing Butters: Okay. I jump up to the bugbear! And I yell "FOR WATERDEEP!" and I kick it in the balls! Cartman: I don't think bugbears have balls. Clyde: Then how do they make baby bugbears? [the door opens and Mr. Mackey brings in two girls] Mr. Mackey: Oh hi, boys. Uh we got some new students who want to be part of the gaming club. You know Tammy and Nichole. Cartman: Ah huh, ah, heh heh neh no. Mr. Mackey: This is a school club, boys. All clubs are inclusive. Have fun, girls. [the girls take their seats in the two remaining chairs and bring out their pieces.] Nichole: Hey guys. [the other boys look at Cartman, who raises an eyebrow] Scott: [whispers] What the fuck do we do? Cartman: Um, guys, we play lots of games here at Dice Studz, but today [puts his hand on the cardboard sheet] we're playing D&D. You don't just show up and start playing, you have to generate characters and- Tammy: Yeah, we created some this morning. I'm a human paladin and Nichole is a Tiefling warlock. [another long silence] Clyde: [whispers] Do something, Eric! Cartman: Eheh, ha, guys, um, they're fighting a bunch of bugbears now that are led by a 12th level druid... Nichole: Okay, I cast Vampiric Touch on the druid. [rolls her dice] Crit. [the boys look at Cartman] Scene Description: The 6th Annual Strong Woman Competition David: A beautiful morning in Morrison, Colorado as we get ready for the 6th Annual Strong Woman Competition, a two-day long competition of tests built to push athletes to their very limits. [crowd reactions are shown. Lots of clapping and cheers] Joining me now is the current champion of the Strong Woman Competition, Strong Woman. [edges up to her] Ms. Woman, do you feel ready? Strong Woman: Oh yeah. I'm ready, David. There are just so many amazing women athletes out here today it makes me so proud. David: Now, this is the first year that a trans woman is in the competition. How do you feel about that? Strong Woman: Amazing. I feel honored to be a part of history. I have a lot of incredible trans friends who are athletes, and so we're all inspired this woman is competing. David: Uh huh, and uh have you ever actually met Heather Swanson? Strong Woman: Uh, no, I've never competed against her before, no. David: She's not exactly your average trans athlete. Strong Woman: Well, what is an "average trans athlete"? Honestly, I find that kind of bigoted, David. David: Okay, Heather Swanson is actually joining us now. Ms. Swanson, how does it feel to be competing today? [Strong Woman looks up at Heather with awe] Heather: [joins the duo on camera] I can't tell you how free I feel now that I've started identifying as a woman. [adjusts her glasses] Now that I can compete as female, I'm ready to smash the other girls. David: And is it correct you just started identifying as female two weeks ago? Heather: I'm not here to talk about my transition! I'm here to kick some fuckin' ass! Let me tell you something, dingleberry! David: David Perry! Heather: I'm gonna roll up the other women here, and I'm gonna smoke 'em! I am the strongest woman this state has ever seen! [starts posing] David: Any words for the challenger, Ms. Woman? Strong Woman: Uh, good luck, Heather. Heather: Huh huh, luck is for dudes. [walks off] David: Well, with that let's get right to the action. Scene Description: Scenes of athletes working out and crowd reactions are shown. Strong Woman does a clean and jerk of some 550 lbs. PC Principal and the babies cheer her on. Heather steps up and does a clean and jerk of 850 lbs. Next, Strong Woman defeats a challenger in boxing, then competes in the shot put with Heather and another woman, then defeats another challenger in arm wrestling. Heather defeats her challenger in the same event. In tire-flipping, Heather defeats her challengers easily. PC Principal and the babies are dismayed at the beating Strong Woman is taking. Strong Woman defeats her challenger in wrestling. Heather defeats her challenger in boxing. At the Dice Studz Gamers Club, Tammy and Nichole are beating the boys at the samurai game, Rising Sun. Another shot of PC Principal and the babies being dismayed. Strong Woman and Heather compete with each other in a tug of war, and Heather defeats her soundly. at the awards podium, Strong Woman poses and shames the runners-up. This song plays throughout. Rising to the top, push it to the edge, Give it all you got. Barely break a sweat. Strong Woman. Strong Woman. Go! Yeah, she's got speed, she's got the moves, She's got the muscle and a whole lot to prove, Strong Woman. Strong Woman. Hey you! Go, Strong Woman, Go! Hey you! Your time is now, what'cha gonna do? Pedal to the metal, find another gear. She takes what she wants, nothing left to fear, Strong Woman. Strong Woman. Now hey, girl! You're the best in the world! And hey, hon! Don't look now, but you've just won. Strong Woman. Strong Woman. Strong Woman. Strong Woman. Strong Woman. Strong Woman. Strong Woman. Heather: [during the shot put] Arrrgh-yeahhhh! [at the awards podium] Hell yeah! I won! I'm a strong woman! Look at it! It's mine! I'm the best! I'm the strongest! Scene Description: On the ride home, Strong Woman looks beat. No one says a word until... PC Principal: So, second place. That's pretty damn good. Strong Woman: Yeah... PC Principal: I guess she... just started identifying as a woman a few weeks ago. Doesn't really seem.., fair... Strong Woman: Just don't! You'll upset the PC babies. Scene Description: The Counselor's Office. Mr. Mackey listens half-heartedly as Cartman lays out his complaints. Cartman: [flanked by Butters and Scott] It is unfair, it is tyrannous, and it is wrong! Ever since these girls were allowed to join Dice Studz Gamers Club, it has been a train wreck! Every single game, they like, figure out all the rules, and they, use the rules, to like, make us look stupid! Butters: In D&D they killed the dungeon master. [points to Cartman] Well we didn't even think it was possible to kill the dungeon master. Cartman: Shut up, Butters. It's not possible. It's just that we play board games for the themes. We want to be pirates, or Vikings. You know what the girls think about? They think about red cubes versus blue cubes, and how much of this equals how many victory points. They're just doing math. Mr. Mackey: So they're smarter than you and beating you at all the board games. Scott: Yeth. Cartman: NO! Scott: [frightened] NO! Cartman: It's it's just, different. [starts tearing up] Look, we started Dice Studz with a dream. A dream that we could actually do something interesting at school, just for like 60 minutes. [Mr. Mackey galls asleep] Scene Description: The school cafeteria, day. The boys are eating tacos together Cartman: "Nothing we can do," he said. "Hands are tied," he said. We're gonna have to deal with this ourselves, you guys. Stan: I think Nichole and Tammy are cool to play with. Cartman: Well you won't think they're cool when the rest of us leave Dice Studz and you're left to play only solo board games! Stan: You mean like Nemo's War? Nemo's War is sweet. Clyde: Look, maybe we just gotta play harder stuff, you know? Stuff the girls can't keep up with. Butters: Hey, that's not a bad idea. We've been taking it easy on the girls. Time to show 'em what real board gamers play. Scott: What do real board gamers play? Stan: Well if you want something hard, then you need a really crunchy Euro game, something like a Vital Lacerda's Escape Plan or a Uwe Rosenburg Euro. Cartman: Do they involve math? Stan: Well all Euros are pretty mathy. Cartman: Nope, no good. We need something with lots of, like WAR and DICE and THEMATIC shit. Stan: So then you want a war miniatures game. Something skirmish-style, like Legion or Blood and Plunder. Kyle: Dude, you're really into board games. Cartman: Alright, that's it, you guys. Dice Studz Gamers Club is about to go [fans his arms out over his lunch tray] tabletop miniatures. Scene Description: PC Principal's kitchen, day. He's at the stove while Strong Woman fives the PC babies. Strong Woman: Emory, stop playing with your food. [the doorbell rings] PC Principal: I'll get it. [opens to front door and sees Heather] Heather: Hey, what's going on? Is your girlfriend home? PC Principal: Uh, she's sort of busy right now, Ms. Swanson. Heather: Just wanna tell her no hard feelings about me winning the Strong Woman competition. [holds up the trophy] PC Principal: Yeah, you already told her that at the competition. Heather: You got a problem with me? 'Cause it's starting to seem like you have a problem with me! Strong Woman: What's going on-? Oh, hi Heather. Heather: I was just stopping by to make sure you're not too beat up. Strong Woman: Oh, that's... really cool. I'm sorry, but I have all the kids right now, and they're- Heather: Oh, where are the little kiddos? [enters the house] I'd love to meet 'em. [enters the kitchen] Oho hey kids. Whoa, there's a lot of you. Your mom must be a strong woman to take care of all o'you. Of course, I have the Strong Woman trophy though. Heheheheh. Just kidding, right? PC Principal: Look, why don't you just get out of here?! Heather: Oh! Sounds like someone here is a transphobe. PC Principal: Don't you dare! I'm trans people's biggest supporter! What I think you are is a terrible sport! Heather: Transphobe. PC Principal: You'd better knock it off! Strong Woman: Just don't. You're gonna upset the PC babies. PC Principal: And if you dare call me transphobe again, I'm gonna- Heather: You're gonna what? Beat me up? You're gonna beat me up, transphobe? [PC Principal stands down] Yeah, I didn't think so. [to the babies]See you later, kids. Come on over and see old Auntie Heather if you want to see what a REAL strong woman is like. [leaves and goes out the front door. Strong Woman moves up next to PC Principal] PC Principal: Are you feeling what I'm feeling? Strong Woman: What do you mean? PC Principal: I don't know what it is, but... something about that woman just doesn't seem right. Scene Description: School Club Room, day. Tammy and Nichole bring a third girl with them Emory: Now back to PC Babies. Nichole: Hey guys. Hope it's cool we brought Kelly. She wants to be in the club too. Cartman: [sarcastically] Oho yes! that's very cool, girls! We're just setting up today's game. It's a pirate miniatures game called Blood & Plunder. [the other boys smile] Nichole: Yeah, we saw it on the schedule. Tammy: We love Blood And Plunder. Are we gonna play like a four-on-four skirmish with two different factions? [the boys' smiles vanish] Stan: Whoa, you painted your miniatures? Tammy: Yeah. Who wants unpainted miniatures, right? [Cartman studies his unpainted miniature] Stan: Where'd you learn to do that? Nichole: We watch YouTube tutorials. You can find a much on BGG. Stan: I love BGG. Kelly: Oh cool. Do you watch Game Night? Cartman: Excuse me! [pulls Blood & Plunder off the table and replaces it with a new game] We're going to play the six-hour long, very thematic Nemesis! Nichole: Oh cool. We just watched the tutorial for that on Dice Tower. [the boys look at Cartman for his next move] Scene Description: A splash screen for Women In Sports appears on TV Announcer: And now, back to Women In Sports, with Janet Spears. Janet: Our next guest has been really lighting it up in women's competitions. Since she's identified as female two weeks ago, she's won every female sport she's entered. Please welcome Heather Swanson. [Heather has brought every trophy she's won with her] Heather: Well thank you, Janet. It's a great pleasure to be here. I know that I'm an inspiration to all women and trans athletes everywhere. Janet: [dryly] Yes, we are all truly inspired. Heather: Now there are some women out there who just want to run and hide. [stands up menacingly] I'm talkin' to you, Strong Woman! [A shot of the Principal family watching TV] You still dare call yourself that?! Your name is a joke, because ol' Heather Swanson here will beat you anywhere, anytime, at anything! [Strong Woman leaves the sofa and goes to the kitchen] Scene Description: The kitchen, moments later. Strong Woman is washing dishes when PC Principal enters PC Principal: Hey, don't let her get to you, Strong. Strong Woman: She's not getting to me. PC Principal: I, I-I don't know why she has such a grudge against you, and I- Strong Woman: Because I know her. PC Principal: [jaw drops] What do you mean? Strong Woman: It's Blade Jaggart. He - she - is my ex-boyfriend. PC Principal: ... What? Strong Woman: Back when we were together he was such an asshole. When I finally broke up with him, he said one day he was going to get me back. And now he's got us both by the balls. PC Principal: But then... she doesn't really care about trans people? Or women? Strong Woman: He hates wome- she, hates women. When I left him, he felt he got beat by a girl, and nothing makes Blade Jaggart more crazy than getting beat by a girl. PC Principal: I didn't even know people like that existed. Scene Description: The Colorado General Assembly, day. Cartman speaks to the Assembly and is joined by Butters and Scott, as before Cartman: [reading a prepared speech] It is unfair. It is tyrannous, and it is wrong. Dice Studz is a board game group that brings thrills and laughter to dozens of boys at our school. But that laughter is being turned into screams as girls constantly invade with their unfairness. Butters: [steps forward, interrupting] The girls found Eric on the first round of Fury of Dracula! [smiles. Cartman glares at him and he wilts and backs away.] Cartman: [gets back to his speech] Yes, inclusion is wonderful, but we have to admit that boys and girls are simply different in some ways that can sometimes make competitions unfair. Have you ever seen how girls do their homework? They do it... that night, meticulously going over every detail and often finishing before they absolutely have to. This is how girls are with board game rule books. Before we even start playing, they've already strategized a way to win, leaving others in the dust.[puts away his speech] And now I'd like for you to hear from my friend Scott, who has diabetes. Scott: [begins his own speech] My name is Scott Malkinson and I have diabetes. Cartman: [whispers] Terminal diabetes. Scott: [corrects himself] I have terminal diabetes. Board games are the only thing that give me relief from the physical and mental anguish I experience every day. Butters: Wow, Scott. I didn't know it was that bad. Scott: Neither did I. [back to his speech] Dice Studz is my only shot at happiness. Please don't let outdated school policies destroy it. [steps aside] Cartman: [claps and returns to the mic] Wow, thank you, Scott. Diabetes, everyone. [closing statement] We hope that our presentation has helped to change your minds about school clubs in our country. If not, we will be back, every single day. Please, let Dice Studz be for studs. Scene Description: An MMA sports show. Heather Swanson is one of the guests on it MMA Host: Womens' MMA fighting is growing in popularity, and no other female fighter is as explosive as Heather Swanson. Heather: Eee-yeahhh! MMA Host: Heather, your story is an inspiration to sports fans everywhere. Congratulation on your "shocking" success. Heather: I just hope I can motivate little girls out there. Motivate them to understand that I will beat them at any sport they try. Motivate them to run away like that chicken shit Strong Woman did because I- PC Principal: [interrupts the interview] Alright. Alright, that's enough. You uh, you made your point, Heather. We get it, okay? Heather: Oh hey, transphobe. This is a nice surprise. Strong Woman: Oh God, what is he doing? PC Principal: Look, everyone, I know we're all a little... afraid to have any opinions on this stuff, but um, there can be situations where it's... not so easy... to... what I mean is, I... Heather: I didn't count on being the best since identifying as a woman. PC Principal: Yeah, no shit, 'cause you went through puberty as a male, so your body's completely different! [crowd reactions are shown, including one man motioning PC Principal to stop talking] Heather: And that's exactly what a transphobe would say! PC Principal: I told you not to call me a transphobe! All I want is to have a discussion. Heather: Transphobe! [PC Principal pushes Heather back, and Heather staggers back to a table of refreshments, throws herself on the table, and crushes it with her weight. She screams and sobs] PC Principal: Aw, shit. Scene Description: Dice Studz Gamers Club, day. The boys are back in the room. Only Cartman is content Cartman: Ahhh, isn't this nice, you guys? Clean, fresh air, soothing sounds, just us boys and Star Trek: Ascendancy." Butters: [rushing in] Uh hey, fellas! Come quick! You gotta see! Clyde: See what? Butters: Well, it's the girls! They started their own board game club at the school! [runs out. The other boys look at each other] Scene Description: The school cafeteria, day. The boys reach the new club's location. "Board Girls Gaming Club". Cartman: "Board Girls"? How lame is that? [opens the cafeteria door and is in shock] Scene Description: The scene shows the cafeteria full of girls playing different board games are shown. Allie, Monica, and another female 4th grader paint mini-figures. Some of the girls are also seen playing Lords of Waterdeep and Flick 'em Up! Cartman: The fuck is this? Stan: Wow! Butters: [he and the other boys enter the cafeteria] Well this is like what you said Dice Studz would be, Eric. Nichole: [walks in front of the boys] Oh, hey guys, welcome to Board Girls. Want to have a look around? [cuts to her leading a tour of the club] So over [points right of the screen] here we have our co-op games. I think they're doing "Sub Terra" right now. [points right of the screen again] And there we do our deck and engine builders. Have you tried "Inuit"? It's really cool. [stops walking] We have miniatures painting over there [points towards the screen] and most of our miniatures gaming happens in [points left of the screen] that area. Clyde: Hey, those girls are playing "Crisis Protocol". That's not even out yet. Nichole: Yeah, we get advanced copies of games because our club reviews them for our gaming channel. [two girls discuss Abomination on camera] Mr. Mackey: Hey boys, you need to get out, okay? No boys in the girls' school clubs. Come on, let's go. Stan: What? Who says? Mr. Mackey: New school policy came down from the top. Now get your asses outta there. Stan: Well, who made up that stupid rule? Cartman: ... Yeah, who made up that stupid rule? Scene Description: The neighborhood park, day. Emory: We now return to PC Babies. Scene Description: PC Principal sits on a park bench, alone. He looks at his phone's screen and sees a news article about his troubles with the trans community, then lowers his phone. Strong Woman finds him on the bench. Strong Woman: Are you just... not gonna come home? Pete: How am I gonna look my kids in the eyes, Strong? Since they were born, we've taught them to accept and fight for those who are marginalized. That there's no gray area when it comes to inclusion and acceptance. When I go back, all they're gonna see is a big, fat hypocrite. And now I've just used a word to shame people with weight issues. [buries his face in his hands] Strong Woman: P, you can't just shut down because you're afraid of how the babies are gonna react. Pete: I didn't shove him - her - for being trans. I shoved her because she's your ex-boyfriend and she's being a dick. Do you think the PC babies will see the nuance?/But they're right, Strong. I shoved a trans person. No matter what, I have no right to judge her. Do you think- Could you try to explain it to the babies? Strong Woman: You know how they are. They're babies. Their minds are made up before anyone says anything. Pete: Then I've really got only one thing I can do. I have to try and make things right with Heather Swanson. Scene Description: School gymnasium, day. PC Principal - Pete - holds another student assembly with Strong Woman Strong Woman: Uh, hey students. As you know, we've had some issues here at the school that we're working very hard to correct. So today we are... honored... to have a motivational speaker. She is the current Strong Woman competition, and also the champion in women's MMA fighting, and in women's wrestling. Please welcome the inspiring Heather Swanson. Heather Swanson: [Bursts through a curtain] Yeeaahhhh! Fuck yeeaahhhh! [she dances to a K-pop song, "I Am the Best". She then proceeds to rip off her pants and show off her muscular body. She freezes in a pose when the song ends with "Oh my God." Butters is the only kid who claps] Heather: Hello, boys and girls. I'm here to talk to you because apparently your school leaders have failed you. I'm gonna tell you something, kids. There's only one thing that matters in this world, and that's being the best. Your vice-principal teaches you girls to be strong, but she comes in second. [walks up to Pete and puts her left arm around him] You got anything to say about that, PC Principal? Pete: No, Ms. Swanson. Heather: "No, Ms. Swanson." [releases the hug and stands in front of them] You see, people don't look up to losers. They look up to champions! Every time I beat another woman, I feel better Cartman: Dude, I really like this person. Heather: And that's why I'm the best. Because Heather Swanson doesn't get beat. I work to be the best at everything. And Heather Swanson will beat any other woman any time, anywhere! Tammy: Bet you can't beat Nichole at Blood Rage. Heather: What? Wha-what did you say, transphobe? Nichole: Yeah, but I bet you can't beat Tammy at War of the Ring. Heather: You don't disrespect a champion, little girls! You think Heather Swanson doesn't know board games?! I was playing board games before your mom even crapped you out of her vagina! Nichole: Okay, so then let's do it, bitch! Heather: Oh it's onnn! Scene Description: Board Girls Gaming Club, day. The girls compete against Heather and defeat her soundly. First up: Blood Rage. Heather makes her move; Nichole looks on passively and blows a gum bubble until it pops, then knocks off one of Heather's pieces. Heather is stunned. Next game is War of the Ring. Heather is frowning, but makes her move; Tammy is chatting away on the phone as she rolls the die and knocks off some of Heather's miniatures. Tammy sits back and smiles as the kids cheer her on. Next is Twilight Struggle. Nichole places her cards all over the map as Heather looks on in awe. After she places her last card, she rejoices in victory. Heather lifts her hands in gripping rage. Heather then participates in Board Girls Gaming Club, with Kelly tutoring her. Heather and Kelly then face each other and play. Next game is Concordia. Tammy again faces Heather and waits for Heather to finish her move. Then Tammy pulls off a series of card moves and defeats Heather. This song plays throughout the montage: Tabletop bloodbath, nothing left to say. Your moment is here, time to make 'em pay, Strong Woman. Strong Woman. Strong! Woman! Smoke the competition, show 'em what you got. All your painted miniatures are really paying off, Strong Woman. Strong Woman. Strong! Woman! Hey wow! Who's the Strong woman now? And hey you! Thought you were the best, but you're about to lose To the Board Girls. They got the moves. They pummeled you at Alchemists and kicked your ass in Carcasonne Board Girls, they know all the rules. They watch Rodney Smith, Tom Vasel, and Becca Scott. Hey, cool. They made you look a fool And hey, sweet, Take a step down; you just got beat By the Board Girls! Heather: Do you think that's fair?! You only won 'cause you dumb girls memorized the rule books! When I play games, I just wanna be a pirate or a spaceman! [Cartman joins her] Cartman: That's right! You and your stupid rules! Heather: I may identify as a woman now, but I grew up a boy, so you have an unfair advantage over me! Cartman: Yeah, an unfair advantage, stupid girls! Come on, Ms. Swanson. We can go make our own club. [they turn and walk out together. Once they're gone, the girls erupt in cheers] Scene Description: The Principal - er, Charles - house, day. Pete and Strong Woman get home and go inside. Strong Woman: [before entering.] You sure you're ready for this? Pete: I just wanna get it over with. [they enter, and the babies are happy to see them] Babies: Mommy! Yay! Strong Woman: Yes, kids, and look who else is here. Babies: [they look at him for a few seconds] Daddy! Yeah Daddy! Dada! Emory: Dada. I love you. Pete: I... I don't understand. Strong Woman: They don't care. They must see the nuance to this whole situation. Pete: You're right! They realize that raising a gender-based issue of strength doesn't necessarily make one a bigot or a bully. All this time we were worried what the PC babies would think. Strong Woman: And we didn't realize that our little babies are growing up. [they laugh and start to play with the babies.]

Scene Description: Park County Community Center, day. Inside, a meeting is being held featuring all the women of the town. On stage are Sharon Marsh, Strong Woman, Mayor McDaniels, Linda Stotch, Mrs. Testaburger, and a female police officer. Sheila is speaking at the podium. Sheila: When I look out across this room, I see the backbone of our community. The women of this town need to stand together. [applause from the gathered women.] We're here, and we're proud, and it is time to let everyone know that the women of South Park should be treated the same as the men! [farts and begins to groan] Oh God! [farts and groans. Sharon, Strong Woman and the mayor cover their noses] Oh God! [she's helped off the stage by Mrs. Testaburger] Ohh, sorry. [vomits as she reaches the end of the table, getting some of it on Mrs. Testaburger's shirt] Mrs. Testaburger: Ohoho-kay. [they head for the entrance] Sheila: I'm alright. Oh... [starts having diarrhea, leaving a mess on her skirt and in the aisle. The audience is shocked and cover their noses] Scene Description: Hell's Pass Hospital, day. Kyle is in the waiting room with Ike as their mom gets checked up. Dr. Gauche: Hello boys. Your mommy has a bacterial infection called C. diff. It's very contagious. Kyle: A bacterial infection? In her stomach? Dr. Gauche: [sits down and shows Kyle his tablet.] All of us have trillions of microscopic critters that grow on and inside our bodies. Just like your mom. [a 3D x-ray of an adult female appears on the tablet's screen] There's tiny creatures that live in your mom's skin, on her eyelashes, in her vagina. But the good bacteria in mommy's tummy are being overrun by bad bacteria. [a 3D rendering of the intestinal tract with both good and bad bacteria floating around]. We can't use antibiotics, because that will kill all the good bacteria too. [a line wipes down on the 3D rendering, showing all the bacteria has now disappeared] Kyle: So what can you do for her? Dr. Gauche: We need to take a healthy person's microbiome and start to grow it inside your mother. [A 3D X-Ray is shown again, now with an image of poop in the corner] We do this with a fecal transplant. We'll get a donor's feces, mix it with water, and put it up your mom's anus. [the poop from the x-ray is shown moving up into the figure's rectum] Kyle, Ike: Eeewww! Dr. Gauche: Your mom is tough, kids. We're gonna do the very best we can, kids. Try not to worry. [walks away] Kyle: Ike, if Mom lives, we can't let anyone ever know about this. Scene Description: Food 4 Little, day. Upbeat music begins to play. Inside, Sheila is shopping with Ike. She grabs a bag of chips and puts it in the basket. She is dressed in workout clothing and begins to sing out loud Sheila: I am shopping. I'm grocery shopping. I'm buying food for the people I love! Laura: Sheila? Sheila: [turns around] Oh, hi Laura. Laura: My goodness, look at you. Ah, I thought you were sick. Sheila: I was! But I had an amazing procedure. Ike: [tugging on Sheila's sleeve] No no no no no no, Mommy, no no no no no no! Sheila: I had a fecal transplant. Ike: Oh, god damnit! [buries his face in his hands] Mrs. Biggle: You had a what? Sheila: A fecal transplant. It's when they take the feces of a healthy donor and place it in your anus. I feel like a million dollars! Linda S.: [arrives] Sheila, is that you? I thought you were sick. Sheila: I was! But I had a fecal transplant. Ike: [in despair] Aaaaah! Sheila: I'm telling you girls, it's solved every problem I've ever had. I've lost weight, I have more energy, I even think my arthritis is clearing up. [Ike takes the bag of chips and dumps it on the shopping store floor, then puts the bag over his head.] Laura: Well, that certainly is... interesting. Janice: You're looking great, Sheila! Sheila: Thanks, Janice. Fecal transplant! Scene Description: The Broflovski house, living room, day. Kyle enters with a package. When he gets to the sofa he opens it up and takes out its contents. Inside is a DVD titled "So Your Mom Had a Fecal Transplant". He pops it into the DVD player and turns on the TV. He sees a hummingbird pollinating a flower Narrator: If you're watching this video, then your mom probably had a fecal transplant. [a close up of a young boy's eyes looking into the camera] And the one question on your mind is most likely "How do I keep my friends from ripping on me?" [the quote is then shown on screen] Kyle: Yes! Narrator: People make fun of what they don't understand. [a colorful clown is shown dancing onstage] So let's learn why your mom had a fecal transplant. It was to replace her [the screen freezes on the clown dancing and the word "microbiome" appears on screen] microbiome. Germs, bugs. [close up shots of these organisms are quickly shown] Thousands of organisms are all around you, all the time. That remote control you're holding. [Kyle looks at it] It's teeming with life. Bacteria and other organisms. Kyle: Yuch. [tosses it away, then wipes his hands clean on his jacket.] Narrator: They also live on your clothes. Kyle: Yeesh. Narrator: Small organisms are everywhere. Now, scratch your balls. [Kyle gets a puzzled look] Go on. [Kyle looks around] If you don't have balls, scratch whatever else might be down there. [Kyle puts his hands down his crotch and scratches] Now, smell your fingers. [Kyle smells his fingers] That smell is millions of living organisms that you just scraped from your crotch and are now going up into your nostrils. [Kyle grimaces, shows shock, and then shakes his head trying to get the image out of it] Your microbiome. Kyle: Eewww! Narrator: Creatures live in your teeth. They live on your eyelashes. On your skin. And trillions and trillions live inside your body. [Kyle looks alarmed. A 3D rendered chart of a human body is shown covered in colorful dots.] In fact, of all the cells in your body, only half are human cells [half of the dots move to the left of the screen and form a square]. The other half are all microscopic organisms. [the remaining dots move to the right, showing the figure as a skeleton] Kyle: Aaagh! [runs off] Scene Description: Café Monet, day. Sheila, Linda S., Laura, and Mrs. Biggle are seated at a table inside. Laura: How was your salmon, Sheila? Sheila: Oh it's amazing. You know I could never eat like this before. My allergy to shellfish has literally gone away. Linda S.: Oh my gosh, that's so wonderful. Mrs. Biggle: Oh. [giggles and clears her throat] That, that reminds me, so, Sheila, um, the girls and I were talking. Well, you seem so... great, and we thought how nice it would be for us to have a little bit of your poop. Sheila: ... Um, what? Laura: Well, thing is, we asked our doctors about getting fecal transplants too, and they said they only do them for "medical reasons," so we have to do them on our own. Sheila: Oh heh, well, you know girls, if the doctor doesn't think it's safe, you probably shouldn't be doing DIY transplants. Mrs. Biggle: No, that's very true, isn't it? We were just thinking that your microbiome is so healthy now [Laura nods], and it would be nice to share a little. Sheila: Yeah. [stammers] I mean, i-it's not that I don't want to share everything with my friends, it's just uh, you know, uh, I'm sorry, it's uh, it just doesn't seem right. Mrs. Biggle: And that is totally fine. Laura: If it doesn't feel right, then it probably isn't right. [giggles] Sheila: [feels her phone vibrate] Oh, this is Kyle. Sorry, girls, let me take this. [leaves the table] The other ladies: Okay. Mrs. Biggle: [moments later, when Sheila is out of earshot] That cunt! I told you she'd say no! Laura: How much of a bitch can you be? Won't share your feces? Talk about anal-retentive! Linda S.: [pounds her fist on the table] Fuck her! Fuck her! Scene Description: The Broflovski house, Kyle's bedroom, night. Kyle tosses and turns in his sleep. Kyle (voice-over): Half the cells in my body. Half...[a close up of multiple cells splitting] They're inside me right now. Alive. [multiple organisms floating] All over me. [a black bookcase is shown in a living room] The bookcase. Kyle: [wakes up and sits upright] Aaah! Scene Description: The boys' favorite eatery, day. The main four sit and eat burgers and fries. Kyle: Do you guys have any idea what I'm saying?! Half the cells in our bodies aren't human! Right now there are alive creatures in your eyelashes and in your teeth! Cartman: So? Kyle: So?! Right now, that straw has a bunch of little bugs and they're going in your mouth and mixing with trillions of other little bugs that are alive inside you! You aren't even totally you! Stan: Dude, Kyle, why are you talking about all this? Kyle: Okay, guys, listen. My mom had a fecal transplant. Cartman: [spits his soda out and laughs at him] Fecal transplant! Mrs. Biggle: Hi Kyle. I'm Harriet, Henrietta and Bradley's mommy. I've been looking all over town for you. Kyle: Why? Harriet: Well, I went to the video game store and I bought this. [reaches into her purse and pulls out a game] Jedi: Fallen Order. It's getting great reviews. Thought you might want it. Cartman: Whaaat? Stan: Yeah, he wants it. Harriet: Great. Could you do just one little thing for me, Kyle? Kenny: (Yeah. He'll do anything.) [Kyle did not appreciate that] Harriet: When you get back home, could you find a way to get a little of your mom's poop, and put it in this jar? [pulls out an empty mason jar] Kyle: What?! Eww! No! Cartman: Yes! Harriet: I don't need much. I'm sure you can find a way to sneak it from her. You do that and the game is all yours. Kyle: That is disgusting. Absolutely not! Cartman: Kyle! Harriet: Oh well, think about it. The offer stands. I heard you can customize your own lightsaber. [slides away] Cartman: What is your problem?! Kyle: What is MY problem?! I'm not gonna go steal my mom's shit! Stan: Dude, you realize we won't get that game 'till Christmas. We could be playing it tomorrow. Kenny: (TO-MORROW!) Kyle: I said "no", and that's final! Scene Description: The Broflovski house, night. Sheila goes into the bathroom to take a dump. Down in the basement, Stan, Cartman, and Kenny are messing with the plumbing. Stan peeks out through a grill, Cartman works on the drain removing the cleanout, and Kenny waits by an empty bucket Stan: She's in. Kyle's mom just squatted in the toilet. [gets off his perch and walks over to Cartman] Cartman: Okay, we've got contact. Are you ready with the bucket, Kenny? Kenny: Got it. [brings it over] Cartman: Place it directly under this pipe. [Kenny puts the bucket under the pipe, and Cartman adjusts its position] Alright. That should just about do it. [steps back] Now we just wait. For the flush. Kenny: [a few seconds later] She's not flushing. Cartman: That's good she's not flushing yet. That means she's got more serious business, and serious business is just what we're after. Stan: You think she'll poop a big enough log? [Kyle appears on the steps behind them.] Cartman: You see how fat Kyle's mom is? That bitch must poop at least two-pounders. Kyle: The fuck are you doing?! [the others turn around] Cartman: Oh, hey Kyle, What's going on? Kyle: You are NOT stealing my mom's shit! Cartman: Kyle, this is the world we're living in, okay? People are finding new and exciting ways to get healthy, and who are we to stand in their way? [behind him, two pieces of poop drop into the bucket] Scene Description: Hell's Pass Hospital. Dr. Gauche talks to Kyle. Kyle: It just freaks me out, Doc. [the doctor listens to Kyle breathing and heartbeat] We all have these... things... living inside our bodies, and everyone just seems fine with it. It's like, as soon as people learn they have microbiomes, the first thing they want to do is start swapping them. Dr. Gauche: [puts his stethoscope around his neck and goes to wash his hands] Well, young man, the truth is we still don't know a lot about the microbiome, but you shouldn't let it "freak you out." Kyle: But where does it stop?! Then, are people just gonna start wanting skinny people's microbiomes to be skinny? Or an athlete's microbiome to feel athletic and young again? Dr. Gauche: Yes, it's possible, but we don't know enough. There is no superfeces which can make you athletic and young. [turns the faucet off and dries his hands] Kyle: Well like, what about Tom Brady's poop? Dr. Gauche: [turns around and faces Kyle. "The spice. He knows about the spice."] Kyle: I'm just saying that Tom Brady seems to work really hard on his diet and stuff. His shit must be pretty good. Dr. Gauche: [thinking, "More than pretty good. The spice mélange."] Kyle: [uncomfortable from the hard stare] What? Dr. Gauche: Nothing. [thinking, "It's unobtainable. The spice. But could he be the one to bring it here?"] Scene Description: "One For The Ladies" resumes Announcer: And now back to "One For The Ladies." Scene Description: Linda S. and Laura walk down Main Street Linda S.: Have you been in that store at all? Laura: No. I think it's new, isn't it? Linda S.: It used to be that watch store. Laura: Oh my God. Harriet? Harriet: [dressed in a tennis outfit, turns around] Oh, hi girls. What's new? Linda S.: My goodness, look at you! Laura: You look great! What happened? Harriet: Fecal transplant. It's true what they say: I feel 20 years younger. [swings her tennis racket around] A driver: [pulls up in his red sports car] Looking good, Mrs. B. Harriet: Fecal transplant, Damon. Keep your eyes in the road! Sheila: Harriet? Harriet: Oh. Hey, Sheila. [smiles] Sheila: You're looking chipper today. Harriet: Yeah, I had a little procedure done. Fecal transplant. Sheila: I though the doctor wouldn't give you a fecal transplant, Harriet. Harriet: No, I... did it myself. With a turkey baster. Sheila: Where did you get the feces? Harriet: Well, it's really none of your business, Sheila. It's a private matter, a fecal transplant. I'd really rather not talk about it. See you girls! [walks off] The other ladies: Bye, Harriet! [smile. But those smiles soon vanish.] Laura: Two-faced bitch! You know what she said about you at lunch? Sheila: What? Linda S.: She called you the C-word! Sheila: You're joking! Laura: Oh no! Clearly she couldn't stand that you were the only one whose shit didn't stink. Linda S.: Fuck her! Fuck her! Scene Description: The counselor's office, day. Mr. Mackey has Kenny, Stan, and Cartman in for questioning. Mr. Mackey: Boys, I brought you in here because some rumors are floatin' around the school, m'kay? These rumors are that you three somehow stole feces from Kyle's mom, m'kay, and gave it to Mrs. Biggle in return for "Jedi: Fallen Order." Cartman: That is 100% untrue. Mr. Mackey: M'kay, well someone in this school is a little turd burglar, and I want some answers! Stan: How can answer that to which we have no knowledge? Cartman: Very nice, very nice. Mr. Mackey: It must be hard, having to take turns playing "Jedi: Fallen Order." It's a single-player game, I believe. Cartman: Wouldn't know. Mr. Mackey: Oh. Because... I could get you each your own copy. That would be a lot of fun, wouldn't it? You guys stole the poop. Could you do it again? Stan: You want us to steal some of Kyle's mom's poop for you? Mr. Mackey: Not Kyle's mom's. Someone else's. Cartman: Whose? Mr. Mackey: [thinking, "The spice. I must have it. The spice mélange."] Scene Description: A New England Patriots press conference. Tom Brady comes out to speak to the cameras. Tom: Alright. Alright, I'm... proud of our team today. It was uh... You know, I thought our defense did a great job keepin' us in the game, and again, I think the offense has a lot of room for improvement and all that... starts with me. Questions? Yeah. Reporter 1: Can we have your poop? Tom: No. Guys, I'm not gonna take any requests for my microbiome. I just wanna focus on the team. We're 10-1 now, you know, but, we can't let up. Yeah? Sportwriter: Please, can we have your poop? Tom: Okay, I'm not, I'm not gonna stay our here, you guys. It's just- Does anyone have a real question? Reporter 2: Tom, after you leave here, are you gonna go eat somewhere or go right home and have a- Tom: Nono, no. See, I'm not gonna tell you where I'm going, because you're all gonna try and follow me into the bathroom. You're not taking my feces, so unless you have a football question, we're done here. Reporter 1: Can we buy your poop? Scene Description: Kyle's bedroom, night. He's sleeping with the covers off. "Microbiome... inside me. They are inside me. Are they apart of me? When I eat, they eat. When I die, they consume me and continue to live. Am I just an Airbnb in Santa Clarita?" He wakes up, eyes glowing "They're not a part of me. They ARE me." He sits up and looks at his hands. They're teeming with microorganisms. "The bookcase. THE BOOKCASE. Scene Description: Kenny, Cartman and Stan are sitting in Tom Brady's publicist's office. Kenny is in a wheelchair with an IV attached to him, wearing Patriots sports gear and holding a football in his lap. His hair is shown, but his eyes are shielded by the sports cap Publicist: You have to understand. A lot of people want things from Tom Brady. He has to be a little protective. Stan: Yes, we do understand. We just... well, since you're his publicist. we thought that... you could give Mr. Brady our message. [begins crying] Cartman: [pats Stan on the shoulder] It's all right, Stan. Don't cry. You see, ma'am, our little friend Kenny here is dying, and he's... he's just the biggest Patriots fan. Publicist: You know, I can call him, but he's very busy right now with the season. Stan: Well if Mr. Brady could just, you know, have Kenny stay over at his house for a night. Cartman: Kind of, like a Michael Jackson kind of thing. [Kenny mumbles something] Oh gosh, we're losin' him! We need to make this happen quickly, ma'am. Publicist: [thinking, "They want the spice, just like the rest. Perhaps they are the ones."] Cartman: Uh, ma'am? Publicist: [thinking, A chance, perhaps... they could actually obtain the spice mélange."] Let me... see what I can do. Scene Description: Café Monet. The ladies have gathered there for lunch again Sheila: Girls, can I just say... you both look fantastic. Laura: [chuckles] Oh, thanks, girlfriend. We've been working out and dieting, you know. Not cheating like that bitch Harriet. Sheila: Well, it's great you guys are doing it the natural way. amd we don't have to deal with Harriet anymore. [the doors fly open and Harriet enters, having thrown up on herself.] Harriet: There you are, you Goddamned bitch! I will take you to court, fat whore! Sheila: Harriet, I do not like your tone. Harriet: You knew I was gonna steal your poo, and so you tainted it, didn't you?! Sheila: What are you talking about? Harriet: I have been shitting and throwing up all day! It has to be from your feces! Sheila: So you DID take my poo, huh, Harriet?! Harriet: That's besides the point now! Sheila: Oh, IS it? 'Cause the girls told me you called me the C-word the other day. Harriet: Oh, you're all backstabbing bitches now?! Linda S.: Fuck you, Harriet! Male Diner: Oho. Okay ladies, come on. Harriet: Just admit it! I can't stop puking and shitting because of what you did to me! Laura: Oh. Gaw! [throws up, then shits herself] Harriet: What the fuck?! Linda S.: You thought you were such hot shit, Harriet! We took the leftover feces from your house and put it up our asses with a turkey baster! Oh! Oh God! [moves away from the table and projectile-vomits, then almost falls over as she projective-poops on other diners, then vomits on another table. Soon, Linda S. is also shitting and pooping on patrons.] Scene Description: "One For The Ladies" resumes Announcer: And now back to "One For The Ladies." Scene Description: An alien landscape is shown. A monster with five jaws rises from it, roars, and goes back down into it, burrowing a hole. The camera zooms out and the landscape is just a piece of poo in a toilet somewhere. A man looks in the toilet before flushing it - it's Tom Brady. His doorbell rings and he turns to get it. Downstairs, the housekeeper answers the door and sees the three boys outside. Cartman: Hello, ma'am. We are the darling children whose dying friend is all set to meet Tom Brady. Mabel: [gravelly voice] I am Mabel Gonzales, the housekeeper. [thinking, "They're here for the spice. I can sense it."] Cartman: [thinking, "I wonder why everyone keeps taking really long pauses after they talk."] Stan: [thinking, "People just keep looking at me like I'm supposed to say something."] Kenny: [thinking, "Why did I agree to this? I don't even have a machine to play Fallen Order on."] Mabel: Come on in. Mr. Brady is just using the bathroom. [thinking, "Music to your ears, I suppose."] Scene Description: Hell's Pass Hospital, day. The parking lot is filled with ambulances bringing in sick men and women from everywhere. Dr. Gauche: We've got more sick incoming! Try and make some more room! [Moves over to Det. Yates] We have a major epidemic here, Detective. C. diff. has spread to half the town. We don't have enough staff or enough to supplies to keep up with it. Yates: How does this happen? Dr. Gauche: Apparently, the outbreak started at a restaurant when some women got sick on everybody. The women contracted C. diff. by giving themselves DIY fecal transplants. Yates: So they got sick from another woman's feces? Dr. Gauche: No, they got sick from using this, [holds up a turkey baster] A common household turkey baster. It's a thing most people use just once a year, around Thanksgiving. The rest of the year it just sits in a drawer collecting bacteria, and then the ladies went and stuck it up their asses. Yates: Oh, those ladies! Dr. Gauche: It gets worse. We're completely out of healthy donor feces. Even if we found a donor at this point, it wouldn't be enough to give everyone transplants. Yates: So what happens next? Dr. Gauche: With how contagious C. diff. is and how deadly, half of South Park is going to die. Yates: [walks off] Jesus. What have those rascally ladies done? Scene Description: Tom Brady's living room, day. The boys wait in the living room with a family and a sportswriter Stan: So, you're all here to meet Tom Brady too? Sportswriter: Yeah, I'm a sportswriter, getting a little interview. [thinking, "A little interview, and hopefully more."] Mom: Yes, and we're here with our little girl who's dying, just like your friend. Theresa: I'm dying, mommy? Mom: Shut up, Theresa! [thinking, "The spice mélange. It is here in this house."] Mabel: Everyone, the honorable Thomas Brady. Tom: Hey, everybody. [moves to the middle of the room, in front of a bookcase] Sportswriter: [jumps up with a knife to keep the others away from Tom] The rest of you, stand back! They all deceived you, Mr. Brady! They only want to get the spice mélange. Tom: Oh God, not again. Alright, everybody out. Come on, let's go. Cartman: Mr. Brady, can we just see your basement really fast? Tom: Nope, nope, that's all. If you people want a healthy microbiome, then proper diet and healthy choices, alright? That's it! You are all being ridiculous! [the doors open and Kyle enters, stepping down into the living room. His eyes are still glowing blue.] Stan: Kyle, dude, what are you doing here? [Kyle moves forward] Cartman: You don't get to be part of Turd Burglars now, Kyle! [Kyle continues forward and stops at the bookcase] Kyle: The bookcase. [presses a button on the panel in front of him and the bookcase recedes and opens up, revealing a vault full of Tom Brady's poop in mason jars.] All: Whoa! Tom: Okay, look. I got sick of people going to my basement and screwing with my plumbing Sportswriter: The spice! So much of it! Mabel: Enough for everyone! Enough to bring peace to all! Tom: I stopped flushing them because people kept breaking my pipes to get them. Publicist: Never did I think so much of it could be obtained. Mom: This is enough for all the universe! Tom: I mean, you'd all do the same thing if people were always trying to steal your shit. [Kyle's glowing eyes check out every bit of the poo cellar, which also serves as the wine cellar] Scene Description: Hell's Pass Hospital, day. Dr. Gauche takes a jar of poop and drops it into a blender, adds some water, and starts the blender up. He then takes a sterile syringe and fills it with the fecal juice and injects it into Mrs. Testaburger's anus. Dr. Gauche: That's good. Stay still. Almost there. Harriet: Oh, Sheila, I'm so sorry for stealing your feces. Linda S.: And we're sorry for stealing it from you, Harriet. Sheila: Girls, this was all my fault. I think I got a little carried away bragging about my fecal transplant. Laura: I hope we can all be besties again. Dr. Gauche: [stopping by to visit.] You ladies are pretty lucky. If it hadn't been for these little turd burglars here, you'd be dead. And also responsible for the deaths of countless others. Sheila: Kyle, how did you do it? I mean, how did you even know what was going on? Kyle: I didn't know. My microbiome did. All along they were trying to tell me something. I really learned that I'm not just me. I'm also all the creatures inside of me. From now on, I'm gonna trust my gut a little more. [pats his belly] Dr. Gauche: Well, I think we've all learned something. One for the ladies is one too many for the ladies. [everyone laughs.]

Scene Description: The episode begins with a new opener for "The Scott Malkinson Show," which shows Scott as something of a secret agent mixed with Captain Diabetes. He fights sugar cubes which could be death to him, Scott's house, day. He's asleep in his room and it's almost 8 am. His alarm goes off at 8 and he wakes up. He stretches and then reaches for his glucose meter and checks his blood sugar. 90. He takes a shower and brushes his teeth. Scott: [looks into the mirror] Dad? Dad, I love you. I love you so much, Dad. [finishes brushing his teeth, then grabs some syringes from his drawer to take with him for the day. He goes downstairs and reaches the table just in time to get breakfast from his mom. His dad, in work clothes, is already at the table eating.] Scott's Mom: What is it, Scott? Scott: Ninety, Mom. Scott's Mom: Okay, great. [turns and goes back to the kitchen] Scott: [turns to his dad] Dad, I love you. Scott's Dad: What? Scott: I love you so much, Dad. Please, can we get Disney+? Scott's Dad: Goddamnit, not this shit again! No! [Scott lowers his head] We don't need Disney Fucking Plus, Scott! We got cable, and that's enough! [pounds the table] All this talk about Disney+ and CBS Max and shit on a fucking extreme prime! Where's it gonna end?! Straight to fucking hell, that's where! I'm going to work! [gets up and leaves his meal half-eaten.] Scott: [hyperventilates a bit, then checks his blood sugar again. 165.] Shit! [reaches for an insulin syringe and gives himself a shot in the belly] Asshole! Scene Description: The school bus, day. Scott is on his way to school with a bunch of other students. In front of the school, he checks his blood sugar again. In class, he sits quietly as the other students talk amongst themselves Mr. Mackey: Okay, kids, if we can all be quiet, please? Today is a very special day, because we have a new student who just moved to town and will be starting her schoolastic adventures here in South Park. I know you're gonna be very kind, and make her feel at home. Cartman: [scoffs] Hehyeah. Mr. Mackey: Please say hi to Sophie Gray. Sophie Gray: [walks into view] Hey, guys. Um, well, I moved here from Arizona, I really like soccer, and I love The Mandalorian, and, um, I guess one thing about me that might be kind of different is that I have diabetes. Scott: Say what?? Sophie: I have a thing called diabetes. It's a condition that affects the way my body processes sugar. It just means that I have to check my blood sugar once in a while, and sometimes I have to... [voice trails off as Scott falls in love] ...part of who I am. Oh, and I also have a pony. Scene Description: Cafeteria, lunchtime. The boys are seated at a table Scott: Holy shit, guys! What am I gonna do?! Stan: About what? Scott: About Sophie Gray! She's my boo! I love her! What am I supposed to say to her. Cartman: Scott, you can't be with Sophie Gray. She has diabetes. Scott: I know! That's why she's perfect! Cartman: No, Scott, if you and Sophie have a baby, it'll have super diabetes. I'm not sure, but I'm pretty sure that causes a crater on the Earth. Jimmy: That girl is pretty fly. As soon as she said she watches Mandalorian, it gave me a little boner. If you wanna be with a new girl, you're gonna have some stiff competition. Get it? Stiff? C-, c-, c-, c-, competition. Scott: But she has diabetes. You guys always rip on me for having diabetes. Cartman: [mimicking Scott] You guys always rip on me for havin' diabetes. I'm Scott Malkinson. [the others laugh] Scott: No! Not this time! You guys aren't ruining Scott Malkinson's life again! I'm taking control! Do you understand?! [leaves the table] Cartman: [mimicking Scott] I'm taking control do you understand I'm Scott Malkinson I have diabetes. [the others laugh] Scene Description: The neighborhood, day. Scott's father sits in his truck listening to Thomas Dolby when an incoming call awakens him Dispatcher: Hey Clark. Clark, are you there? Scott's Dad: [picks up the radio] This is Clark. Go ahead. Dispatcher: Yeah hey, I think we actually have a job. The Stotches need their cable box looked at. Clark: Alright, I'm on it! Dispatcher: Uh, listen, Clark, part of why we're losing customers is 'cause people say our service is slow. Clark: Don't worry, I'll be there as fast as I can! Scene Description: Clark starts up his van and peels away. He drives down on E street and makes a hard right onto another. Something catches his eye and he pulls into an M Burgers drive-through. Cashier: Welcome to McDonald's. Can I take your order? Clark: Number 3 value meal, no pickle. Scene Description: Clark gets his meal and pulls away, going to eat at Stark's Pond. Once done, he goes back to town and does some grocery shopping. He gets some Thin snacks to go with his other purchases. He goes bowling and picks up nine pins. Finally, he shows up at the Stotch house. Stephen: Oh. Well, finally! The cable company gave us a window from noon to 5 for you to show up, It's 5:15. Clark: [gets out] Well I'm only 15 minutes late. Stephen: This is why we should quit cable and just go to streaming services. Clark: Oh, you want quantity over quality?! Streaming services are destroying our town! People don't watch and bond over the same shows anymore! Everyone watches somethin' different! 'Cause you got assholes in Hollywood making little niche programs for everybody! That's what you want?! Stephen: [coolly] Yeah, I think I do. Scene Description: South Park Elementary, hallway. Sophie puts her books away in her locker. A Boy: Uhh, hi. [she looks back to see whom it is] You're the new girl, right? i>[the boys is Pete] Just wanted to say, you know, welcome to the school. Sophie: Oh thanks. That's really nice of you. Pete: I was wondering if maybe sometime, well I could show around if you need it. Sophie: Wow, that'd be great. A couple of the other guys offered too. Pete: [eyebrows knit] Yeah, a lot of the guys here are posers though. You gotta be careful. Sophie: That's funny. Another one of the guys said that. He was the tall kid that kinda dresses like you. [Scott appears from around a corner and is instantly alarmed when he sees Sophie talking with Pete] Pete: Oh yeah, he's a total poser. [Scott goes back around the corner, where he can't be seen] Scott: [whispers] God damnit! Fucking asshole. [whips out his glucose meter to measure his sugar and peaks around the corner. 172. He gets out some insulin and gives himself a shot. Sophie and Pete are still chatting] Sophie: ...yeah, and so my dad actually still lives in Scottsdale. Pete: Scottsdale. Love it there. Scott: [bumps Pete off] Hi Sophie. Hoe's it going? Pete: Ow! Watch it, dork! Scott: I have something really important to tell you, Sophie. It can't wait. Sophie: Oh, okay. [to Pete] I'll see you around, huh? Pete: Yeah, sure thing. [keeps an eye on Scott while leaving.] Scott: So, uh, you have diabetes, right? Sophie: Yeah. Scott: [sighs] I... have diabetes. [grins.] Sophie: Oh. [silence] Scott: So... what do you wanna do now? [grins.] Scene Description: The playground. While the other kids play, Scott and Sophie sit on the merry-go-round watching them Scott: So... what's your favorite food... that you can't eat? Mine's waffles. Sophie: Um, I haven't really thought about it. Scott: Oh... Sophie: Do you watch The Mandalorian on Disney+? Scott: Oh... Ughuh, yeah, of course. I love The Mandalorian. Sophie: Right? It's the best Star Wars thing since Empire. Makes all the new movies look like dog shit. Scott: Yeah, like, super dog shit. Clyde: [walks up] Hey, you're the new girl, right? Scott: She's busy! [Clyde is surprised; leaves] Sophie: Hey, are you gonna watch the new episode on Friday? We could watch it together if you want. Scott: Oh my God. I would love that. Sophie: Okay. I'll be over right when it starts streaming. Scott: Oh. Well, uh, the thing is, I, I mean uh... Timmy: [rolls up] Timmih! Scott: [gets off the merry-go-round] She's busy, and she's watching Mandalorian at my house! Timmy: Timmih... [reverses direction and rolls away] Scene Description: Malkinson Residence. His parents sit in their armchairs to watch TV. Scott has his own beanbag chair between them, but he's not home yet Clark: Look at that. Look. Two hundred and forty channels of anything we wanna watch. No accounts! No fucking passwords! Just pure, simple, basic cable. Scott: [opens the front door and enters the house] Mom! Dad! Guess what?! [closes the door] Clark: Not now, Scott. Your mom and I are enjoying watching whatever we want [switches channels] and not signing up for anything. Scott: But Dad, there's this new girl in school, and she has... diabetes! Mrs. Malkinson: Oh, that's wonderful, Scott. Scott: Yeah. And guess what? She wants to come over to our house! So we HAVE to get Disney+! Clark: Oh, not this shit again! The answer is no! [gets up and heads for the kitchen] Scott: Dad, please! This is my life! Clark: Streaming services are destroying our culture, Scott! People got a thousand shows at their fingertips 24/7, so Hollywood has to make shows within their shows to make more shows! Scott: But Dad, what's wrong with people watching what they wanna watch when they wanna watch it? Clark: [mimicking] "What's wrong with people watching what they wanna watch when they wanna watch it? I'm Scott Malkinson. I have diabetes." [goes into the kitchen] Scott: Unbelievable!! [turns left and walks away.] Clark: [gets his phone and places a call] Yeah, it's me. It's time we took down all these streaming services down. Tell all the guys we're meeting ASAP, in a window between 10 am and 2 pm Thursday. Scene Description: The Scott Malkinson show returns. Clark: Goddamnit, where are they?! We're gonna run out of time! [two more men arrive in their work van.] Where the hell have you guys been?! Repairman 1 (Bill): You gave us a window of 10 am to 2 pm. It's 1:50. Clark: "Between 10 and 2 doesn't mean you wait until 1-fucking-50!" Repairman 2 (Kurt): Wow. What's wrong with you?? Clark: What's wrong is that we;'re losin' our asses to these sons of bitches! I don't know about you buys, but I haven't worked a full day in weeks! [pounds his left fist into his right palm] Repairman 2: Hey, that's right. Clark: These streaming services all still need the Internet to stream, right? And who laid all that cable those companies are streamin' on?! The other workers: We did. Clark: That's right. We fucking did. We're cable repairmen! We control what goes into people's houses! Us! It's time that we work together and show people how much they still need us! Repairman 3 (Michael): Yeah! Let's uncouple the stranded conductor! Repairman 2: Let's tear the insulation off the retractile cables. Clark: Bill and Dave, you get supplies from the electronics store! Kurt, you help Michael with the hardware we're gonna need! Let's meet at the breaker between 4 and 7 pm! The other workers: Yeah! [the repairmen get into their vans and race across town. Michael stops by a Walgreens to get his cholesterol checked. Bill and Dave head for a Royal Cinemas theater to watch a movie. Bill buys tickets and sends Dave off to buy snacks. Kurt goes into a tanning salon and gets an artificial tan.] Scene Description: Canada Ploos appears onscreen Announcer: You're watching Canada Ploos. Your source for all Canadian entertainment. Cartman: [checking out this streaming service] Oh, that's pretty cool. Announcer: Which Canadian program would you like to watch? [Cartman reviews the choices] Terrance & Philip. The Queef Sisters. Terrance & Philip. The Queef Sisters. Terrance &-. The Queef Sis-. [the channels pings, and The Queef Sisters appears onscreen. Catherine is sunbathing on a beach] Katie: Katherine, I have some bad news. Katherine: What is it, Katie? [Katie squats down on her face and queefs on it, then gets off and the sisters laugh] Cartman: Agh, goddamnit. [pauses the stream and goes to the front door. He opens it, and Scott is on the landing] Scott: You gotta help me! Cartman: With what? Scott: With my baby girl! [enters the house] She's everything to me, bro, but to impress her, I have to get Disney+. How can I get it without my parents' credit card? Cartman: You don't wanna go around messin' with that. Scott: [turns around to face Cartman] You had a girlfriend, Eric. You and Heidi were together a long time. You know how important this is. Cartman: [walks off] You want my advice? You're better off, Scott. Let some other fool have his life ruined. Scott: What are you talking about, Eric? It- Cartman: [turns around] Do you know what love is, Scott? I'll tell you one thing: it's not the happy ending that Disney movies promised us. There's just frustration, and anger, and pain. Relationships is diabetes times ten. Scott: I can handle diabetes. I can handle a relationship. Cartman: Fine. I'll tell you how to get Disney+. But when you feel like killing yourself in two years, don't do it in front of me. Scene Description: At a barbershop Clark: Alright, let's do this! [reclines so his hare can be soaked in water, then sits up for his haircut. He reads Firearms Quarterly, then checks out some aftershave lotion, makes some purchases, and leaves] Dave? Dave, you got everything from the electronics store? Dave: Not yet. Still workin' on it. Clark: Well what the fuck are you doing?! Dave: You gave me a window from noon to 3 to get it all; it's only 2:45. Clark: God-fucking-damnit, can we get the show on the road here, guys?! Kurt, you got the cable splitters? Kurt: [long pause] ...Huh? Clark: Goddamnit, get the cable splitters! Scene Description: Downtown South Park. Scott walks down Main Street looking for someone. He stops when he sees Nathan in the distance: "streaming accounts", then checks the insulin supplies in his tote bag. He goes on to meet Nathan Nathan: Steaming accounts and passwords! Steaming accounts! Passwords! Scott: Ah, hey. Nathan: Hey. What's going on? Scott: Uuhh, Eric Cartman told me you have access to streaming accounts. Nathan: Maybe I do, and maybe I don't. Are you a cop? Scott: No, I'm Scott Malkinson. I go to your school. Nathan: Never heard of you. Scott: Haven't you ever heard the other kids say, "I'm Scott Malkinson. I have diabetes"? Uh I'm Scott Malkinson. Nathan: Oh, yeah. Well, in that case, [opens his jacket to reveal his wares] Hulu? Netflix? HBO Max? I got all the accounts and passwords you need. Scott: No, I need a Disney+ account. Nathan: Oh, you want the good stuff. That's pricey. Hard to find. What uh-are you lookin' to trade? Scott: I have two 16-needle boxes of insulin. [takes out a box. Nathan takes a needle from the box and injects himself with it. A few seconds later he begins to shake.] Nathan: Oh. Oh God. Oh! Ohhhhhhh! [the shaking subsides] Yeah, that's pretty good shit. [takes the box and sets it aside] Alright, here you go. [gives him a keygov] Disney+ account and password. Scene Description: The sewer under the neighborhood, evening. Below the manhole cover, the repairmen get to work. Clark: Alright, I got the static coupler conected to the RF switch. You got the BT router undone, dave? Dave: Yeah. Yeah, I think that's got it. Clark: Okay. Let's throw the pulse cable! [Dave stands up and pulls the switch, and the short travels around the tunnel, shutting down the electricity.] Yeah, I think that's good. Scene Description: Scott's house, evening. Scott prepares a romantic dinner for himself and Sophie, and his sorting the chip bowl just right. The doorbell rings and he pants. Scott: Oh God. [goes to answer the door] Sophie: Hey! Scott: Hi, Sophie. Sophie: [runs in] The show starts streaming in two minutes! [sits in Clark's armchair] I have to watch right when it starts streaming. I hate spoilers. Scott: Me too! Sophie: This'll be a great place to watch it. [her phone beeps and she checks it out] Uh oh. Hey, do you have some juice or something? My blood sugar is a little low. Scott: Oh my God, I love you so much. Sophie: Huh? Scott: [reaches over into a pail of chilled juices and hands her some fruit punch] Uh, uhhh, here you go. I have lots of juices standing by. Sophie: Great! [takes the bottle and drinks from it through its straw. Scott grins] Mm, okay, it's time. Put it on. Scott: O-kay! [turns the TV on and sees the Disney+ screen. He navigates to The Mandalorian] and clicks on it. Sophie: Ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod ohmygod! Yesyesyesyes! [This makes Scott very happy. A baby Yoda appears onscreen lifting a cup, and the signal is lost] Hey, uh, what's going on? Scott: I, uh I don't know. [begins changing channels and gets the J&G Shopping Network's "Jewelry Bonanza with Dean".] Dean: This is item number 45-78111. Sophie: Can you change it back? Scott: It, ih-it's not... working. Dean: Look at these stunning ear- [keeps shanging channels and gets static on Netflix, Amazon PrimeVideo, etc] I don't know what's going on! Sophie: It's gonna be okay. That Jimmy kid invited me to watch at his house. Come on! [leaves the house] Scott: [follows her out] Oh no, not Jimmy! Bae? Bae, come back! Scene Description: PC Babies appears onscreen Emory: Now back to PC Babies. Stan: PC Babies? What the hell is this? [The four are at Jimmy's house with Clyde] Kyle: Put it back to Mandalorian, Jimmy! Nobody likes PC Babies. Jimmy: [tries getting back to the show, but keeps getting basic shows] I'm trying, but... something's wrong with the TV. Dean: -teen karat gold- Cartman: This is bullcrap! Give me that thing! Announcer: You're watching Canada Ploos. [a shot of Katherine queefing on Katie] Cartman: Goddamnit! [the doorbell rings and Jimmy goes to answer it. He opens the door and Sophie appears with Scott.] Jimmy: Oh. Hey, Sophie. Scott: [miffed that he wasn't acknowledged] And Scott. Sophie: Hay! Hope it's still okay to come over? Jimmy: Sure. Come on in. [leads them to the sofa] Hey, look who's here, fellas. It's Sophie. Scott: And Scott! The Boys: Hey, Sophie. Sophie: Oh no, your streaming services are messing up too? Stan: What do you mean? This isn't just happening here? Sophie: No. We were just at Scott's house and it was the same thing. This is terrible! Cartman: [leaves the sofa and walks over to Sophie] Hey, don't worry, Sophie. We can go watch it together at Token's house. His family has the best AV equipment. Scott: Oh, what happened to "girls are just like diabetes"?! Stan: Let's just hurry and get to Token's house! Kyle: Yeah! Come on, Sophie! Scott: And Scott! Scene Description: A Hulu screen appears first, then a new show... Steve Black: [Token's family is shown] We're the Blacks, a hip family just trying to get by. The problem is, our neighbors. Bob White: We're the Whites. Nobody cares if bad things ever happen to us anymore. And things are getting worse. [a shot of the familes facing off over a hedge row] Both men: Because in this town, it's The Whites And The Blacks, on Amazon Prime. Linda S.: [pounds on the TV and gets different basic cable channels] What the? What is wrong with this stupid thing?! Stephen: Aha, I don't even know who to call, uh. Here, let me try something. [presses buttons on his phone] Clark: [his phone rings] Here it comes. Here it comes. [shushes the other repairmen and picks up] Park County Cable. Oh, your streaming isn't working. Huh. Gee, I'm sorry, that's really not our problem. [puts a thumb up, and another call tries to get through] Uh, ohuh sir, can you hang on? I got another call. [presses a button] Clark County Cable. None of your streaming services are working either? Don't worry. You and everyone else in this town can count on your local cable company. We'll come fix the problem. [hangs up] Alright guys, let's be the heroes this town needs! The repairmen: Yeah!! Scene Description: JBO Max appears onscreen, followed by "Crab People" Announcer: You're watching Crab People on HBO Max. Sheriff: [talking to a woman at her house] So you say that these mutant crab people came up from under the ground and started eating children? Woman: Nonono, Crab People was the show that came on TV when I was trying to watch Stranger Things on Netflix. Sheriff: Oh. [goes to the screen and stands next to it. The screen does have Crab People on it. He pounds on the TV a few times, but gets the same results everyone else has gotten. The front door opens and Sophie comes in with the group of boys] Sophie: Mom, I can't watch Mandalorian anywhere. [looks at her TV] oh no, it's happening here too? Sophie's Mom: Who are all these boys, Sophie? Cartman: Hello ma'am. I'm Eric Cartman. How are you? Jimmy: Uh hi, Muh my name is Jimmy. Stan: Uh, my name's Stan Marsh. [Kyle and Kenny introduce themselves] Clyde: ...Clyde Donovan. Cartman: Yeah yeah, nobody cares, Clyde. [Scott feels left out, so he looks into the kitchen and moves towards it. He begins to move stealthily. He reaches the refrigerator and opens it, looking for something sweet to eat. Not satisfied with anything in the fridge, he looks elsewhere and finds a blueberry pie on the kitchen table. He climbs up onto a stool and starts eating the pie, getting more voracious with every bite] Stan: Well, it looks like nobody's streaming shows tonight. Sorry, Sophie. Cartman: Not as sorry as I am, Sophie. Jimmy: I-I'm the most sorriest, So-Sophie. Scott: [comes back to the living room in a rage and dressed a bit like Wolverine.] Yyeeaahh! [the other kids back up] You assholes, stop talking to her! Stan: Scott? Scott: I am done having you all ruin my life! You hear me?! Done! You've taken my dignity for all these years, but you are not taking my girlfriend! Sophie: What are you talking about, Scott? I'm not your girlfriend. Scott: [turns around] Eh. You're not? Cartman: Uh oh, looks like you got some pie on your face, Scott. Sophie: I'm not anyone's girlfriend! I just fuckiing moved here, you guys. Can I have some time to unpack the shit in my room? Scott: But Sophie, you're totally my type! Type I diabetes! Sophie: Scott, I'm more than just my diabetes. Scott: [his hopes are dashed] ...Well I'm not. I'm Scott Malkinson. [turns around and walks out of the house with his head low] Scene Description: "One For The Ladies" appears on-screen. Scott sits alone on the school's merry-go-round. He gets out his glucose meter and measures his sugar. 40. A very low level, as indicated by the broken heart on the monitor. He sighs and continues sitting there. Sophie: Need a candy bar? [he looks to his left and sees her there] You're low, right? [she sits next to him] Here. [gives him a bar, which he eats] It stinks having diabetes sometimes, huh? Scott: You seem to do alright. Sophie: Still sucks. Kids don't know how much extra you have to do every day just to be okay. Scott: Yeah. Sophie: I'm glad there's a kid at my new school who I can talk about diabetes with. Scott: You don't think I'm weird and gross? Sophie: You know what? I don't think you're any weirder and grosser than any of the other boys in this town. Scott: Wow. That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. I'm sorry you missed your show, Sophie. I don't know what happened, but somehow I feel like it's my fault. Sophie: That's okay. I had an interesting night. I think I kind of like the Scott Malkinson Show. Scene Description: End of Basic Cable. "The Scott Malkinson Show" appears one last time, with a phone number to call for streaming right if anyone's interested: (719)838-4002. The cable repairmen run into view Clark: Okay, we're here! Let's geh-aaah, shit! [they resume their walk, but slowly and out of view]

Scene Description: The season ends with a regular introduction. Then comes the first scene, A Christmas gathering at the town square. A stage is set up with a Christmas tree behind it. Mr. Mackey sings and plays piano while the Mayor waits her turn to speak..Families are present, but there are stands for wine, beer, and cocktails. Mr. Mackey sings "Happy Holidays" as the townsfolk enjoy their drinks. Mayor McDaniels: Alright, everyone! Are we enjoying the festivities?! [the crowd cheers] Well, it's time for a very special guest now. Here he is, SANTA! [steps to her left as Santa approaches the podium.] The boys: Santa! Santa: [approahes with his arms up in the air.] Merry Christmas, everyone! This is the season for joy and giving. But let's also not forget that unfortunately, it's the season for accidents caused by drunk driving. [The cheering stops] Did you know that the holidays are when the most DUIs and drinking-related accidents occur? Townsman 1: This is like that little Greta girl with the global warming. [cups his lips] BUZZ KILL! [boos begin to rise from the audience.] Santa: Please, be sure to celebrate the holiday season responsibly, because last holiday season [the boos get louder and louder] The-, the most drunk-driving accidents than ever bef- Townsman 2: We're trying to have fun here, Santa! Santa: Okay, okay, Come on. All Santa is saying is that drinking and driving during the holidays- Mayor: [steps in and moves him to one side] Okay, thank you, Santa! That was wonderful and informative. Thank you for coming [Santa turns and walks offstage], everyone. We hope your and your loved ones enjoy all your favorite holiday traditions. Stephen: Yeah! Let's drive! [everyone gets in their cars and drives off. Reckless driving everywhere to the tune of "Kay Thompson's Jingle Bells".] Scene Description: One couple fishtails it down the road, narrowly missing a head-on crash. The two drivers wave at each other. Two other cars almost crash at an intersection, but the red car stops and lets the other one by. The drivers wave at each other. The Valmers are driving home, each with a drink in hand, with Jimmy in the back seat. A driver in a green car rams into a fire hydrant, causing a geyser to rise up out of the ground. Another couple fishtails down the road. Five cars meet at an intersection and all narrowly miss each other. A driver in a purple car rams into a tree and is ejected from the car, dying instantly. One car with a mother and two kids stops in the middle of the street for no reason, and another car runs into it, causing collision damage. Five kids are on a hill waiting to slide down in snow tubes. A boy goes down and is run over by a car. and his snow tube is destroyed. A dog crosses the street and is shredded to bits by another car. The Stotches re driving home, with Butters in the back seat. Nothing happens there. Two other cars have a head-on collision in a residential street Scene Description: Food 4 Little, next day. Shopping goes on as usual Stephen: [greeting two other shoopers] Mornin', Jim. Mornin', Kate. Jim: Mornin', Stotch. Stephen: You really tied one one last night, huh? Happy holidays. Scene Description: The liquor aisle. Jimbo, Liane, and the Whites look down the aidle, which is blocked off by a chain and a sign. Jimbo: What the hell's goin' on? Bob: Uh we c-, we don't know. Stephen: [walks up] Hey guys. [notices the chain and sign] The fuck is this? Jimbo: There's like a... chain blocking the liquor aisle. Bob: Maybe we can just go around to the other side. Come on! [they all go around the blockage to the other end, where they see the Blacks, the Tweeks, and Mr. Mackey.] Jimbo: What the hell? Mr. Mackey: I don't know. There's some sort of blockage in front of the booth section. Stephen: But this is ridiculous. [tries to enter the aisle, but the chain stops him. He reaches to his left, then to his right, but can't reach the bottles.] Manager? Manager! Jason, the Manager: [arrives] Can I help you? Stephen: Manager, there's a chain and sign blocking our way into the liquor aisle. Jason: Yes. We can't sell liquor during the holidays. Somebody got a new county ordinance passed. Stephen: What? Who has that kind of power? Jimbo: It's Christmas, damnit! What are we supposed to drink? Jason: You gotta just drink what ya have at your house. Stephen: We drank it all before driving to the tree-lighting ceremony! All: Yeah! Scene Description: South Park Village Liquor, moments later. The proprietor rolls down his security doog and locks up Stephen: Hey, woah woah woah, wait! Hold on! Proprietor: Sorry, everyone. I've been shut down until the New Year. Jimbo: No! Not you too?? Liane: You must have something you can give us. Proprietor: All I've got is this little bottle of peppermint schnapps, but it's barely enough form my drive home. Stephen: [grabs the proprietor by the collar] I've got family coming over, from out of town! You can't expect me to be sober! Scene Description: Skeeter's Wine Bar, moments later. He's wiping down wine glasses at the corner when the other rush into the bar Stephen: Skeeter! Thank God you're still open. I've me a Cabernet, huh? And a couple of bottles to take home. Skeeter: I've got lemonade, soft drinks, and tea. That's all I can sell until January 2nd. Richard: Son of a bitch! Liane: This can't be happening. Jimbo: Hey, come on, guys. It's still Christmas, and we have to make the best of it. How about we all drive around a little? Stephen: Oh what's the point, Jimbo? What's the point in driving now? Scene Description: South Park, a day or two later. A children choir sings "Silent Night." The streets are barren - no one is driving or shopping. City Hall is shown in the background through a line of other buildings, with the Mayor and an aide looking out a window. Mayor: Nobody's out shopping. The town is dead. Our economy depends on the holidays. Janson: We don't know who passed the ordinance, Mayor, but... well, the people feel left out. Mayor: There's only one thing we can do. We're going to have to ask an old friend for help... and hope that he somehow forgives us. Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. The snow is thick there now. A couple of city SUVs drive up. The drives one, Stephen drives the other. Everybody gets out and walks up to Randy's door. The Mayor knocks. The door opens and everyone is a bit shocked. Randy has let his beard grow out, and it's gray and white. Randy: Hello, Mayor,... everybody. What are you doing here? Mayor: Mr. Marsh, South Park needs you. Randy: For what? Mayor: Everyone's down in the dumps. Nobody's buying presents or going to holiday events. Richard: People... they need some holiday spirit. Mayor: We think that... a little weed might put everyone in a better mood. Randy: Guys, my season is over. Tegridy Farms' season ended weeks ago. Mayor: We understand, but couldn't you do like a limited-edition run just to get people through the holidays? Randy: ...You want me to do a... Christmas special? Mayor: Yes. South Park needs Tegridy Farms. Stephen: We all do, Randy. Randy: But guys, look behind you. [points at the barren fields; they turn and look] The crops are dead. How am I supposed to sell weed to people now? Mayor: I'll tell you how. [they turn back around] Because you're Randy Marsh, and there's one thing you have that nobody else does. Tegridy. Randy: Tegridy. Stephen: You a-you're not gonna let a little cold weather stand in your way. Tegridy Farms is about community. Mrs. Tweek: And community is what matters. That's Tegridy. That's Tegridy Weed. Randy: Well, you're right about that. Let me call my marijuana science specialist and... I'll see what I can do. Mayor: Thank you, Marsh. May God bless Tegridy Farms. Scene Description: The barn at Tegridy Farms, night. The barn is ablaze in light. Towelie and Randy are in the barn. Randy paces back and forth while Towelie sits on a hay bale. Towelie: Look, I'm sorry, Randy, but marijuana just doesn't grow in the cold. Randy: So we use the greenhouse. There's gotta be a way to make a Christmas special. It's what everyone wants. Towelie: [gets off the hay bale] Wwwait a minute. [walks off a bit] How about we repackage some of the surplus? [stands before three shelves of surplus, one for Mexican Joker, one for Halloween Special, and one for Season Finale. None of them are to be touched] I have lots of left-over Mexican Joker. Randy: That's 'cause people really didn't like Mexican Joker. I'm not gonna just repackage it. That's not special. Towelie: Okay, so how about we combine- what's left of the Mexican Joker with some of the Season Finale? Randy: Nagh. Towelie: What's wrong? Randy: [walks off] It's just... it needs [turns around] something else. Just mixing old product together and naming it something new? That's not special. [turns around, but immiediately turns back] And it's not Tegridy! [walks to the barn entrance and leans on it] It's just not Tegridy. [looks up at the stars and focuses on a pulsar] It's gonna be your birthday soon, Jesus. I wanna make something as special as you are. [gets pensive and pumps his fist.] I just need the right idea. [the wind picks up and he looks up again. A cloud comes up and blocks the star, and snow begins to fall. Randy raises his hands palms up, not knowing how to react] Scene Description: South Park Winter Rink. Kids ice-skate to "Blue Christmas" as the parents look on from outside the rink Stephen: I hate the holidays. Linda B.: Come on, Token! Let!s wrap it up and get out of here! [the kid gather in front of the Christmas tree] Craig: Dude, our parents seem really bummed out. Jimmy: Yeah. It's like someone came and took all their Christmas ssssspirit. Cartman: [skates into view.] This isn't good, you guys. You know what it means when our parents have no Christmas spirit? Shitty presents. We're screwed, you guys. Butters: Well they just gotta get their Christmas spirits back. They just gotta. Kenny: [after a few seconds] (What's that?!) [a snow mobile is heard in the distance and it gets louder] Liane: [turns around] Look. [the other adults turn around. Randy pulls up in the snow mobiile pulling a sled full of the Christmas special, and honks his horn. Towelie comes down from the top of the load as Randy steps off the mobile] Randy: Well howdy there, folks. Gerald: Randy? Randy: Heard you were all a little down and might need a boost. [bends his arms at the elbows and swings them], so I thought I'd bring you some [removes the tarp] Christmas Snow. [the camera pans across the cargo, showing jars of Tegridy weed covered in white powder. The crowd marvels at it and gathers around] Whoa whoa, there's enough for everybody. [the adults start taking jars of the stuff and paying Towelie for it] Stephen: [opens his jar and sniffs] Oh wow, this smells great! Thomas: Hey, what's this white stuff on the top? Randy: Just a little somethin' extra for a special kick. Stephen: Well, what are we waiting for, everyone? Let's do some driving! [the adults promptly get in their cars and start driving recklessly] Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. Announcer: Now, back to the Tegridy Farms Christmas Special. Scene Description: The Mayor bangs on Randy's door. Janson is with her. Randy answers the door and looks out Randy: Oh, hi Mayor. Mayor: We need to talk, Marsh! [they head inside] Randy: What's going on? Are people not liking the Christmas special so far? Mayor: [eyes the weed carefully] Oh, people loooove the Christmas special. [picks up a jar] So, Marsh [turns around], what exactly is in this Christmas snow? Randy: Okay, okay, look, you busted us. It's a mix of different strains of marijuana we had left over from last season. I know, it's wrong... Mayor: Nonono, what is the white stuff on the marijuana? Randy: Oh that? That's cocaine. Mayor: WHAT??? Randy: Yeah, I got the idea praying to Christ. You know, powder, snow, it's what gives Christmas Snow its kick. [gives Janson and the Mayor a tour of his small operation] Getting enough cocaine was the tricky part, so we started growing our own. Turns out the coca plant is even hardier than the marijuana plant. It can grow even when we're out of season. Mayor: What is wrong with you?! [Janson's jaw drops] We can't have you selling this stuff in town! COCAINE IS ILLEGAL! Randy: It is?? [he and Towelie look at each other and shrug] Mayor: Jesus Christ, you can't just give people coke without them knowing! We could all go to prison! Randy: Hey hey, it's not a big deal. I've been through this before. [being walking away] Hang on, I'll handle it. Don't go anywhere. Scene Description: Randy pulls away from the farm and goes to town. He stands outside a store collecting signatures to legalize cocaine. He walks around waving a "MAKE MEDICINAL COCAINE LEGAL NOW!" sign Randy: Legalize it! Legalize it! Scene Description: He speaks before Congress, wish signs for cocaine for the terminally ill and for Alzheimers patients on either side. He opens a medicinal cocaine store and gets some news coverate. He returns to the store that started it all, with two clipboards and a sign now urging "Cocaine is for EVERYONE, not just sick people." He speaks at Coachella with a sign behind him: "THE DRUG WAR IS RACIST" He then leads a protest march. Then he returns home, where the Mayor and Janson are still waiting, and goes inside Randy: Okay, cocaine's totally legal now. Mayor: It- it is? [reads the new law] Randy: Yeah, legal in seven states including this one, and other states are soon to follow. I told you. It's 2019, dawg. Scene Description: Santa's Workshop in South Park. A line of kids and their parents wait for Santa to show up. Next, Santa takes requests from Butters Butters: I'm sorry, Santa, I just can't think of anything I want this year. Well I guess maybe now I'm losing my Christmas Spirit. Santa: Well, how about a little baby Yoda doll? Butters: Neah. Mandalorian was great the first few episodes, but it's really fallin' apart lately. [a car screeches off-screen, a woman screams, and a crash occurs, followed by shattering glass. Santa sets Butters down, gets up and walks forward a bit] Santa: What on earth?? [his arms spread out upon closer inspection] driver: [stumbles out of his car, slurring] Me-herry Christmas. Santa: What the-? How are people still drinking and driving?? Woman: [speaking a little quickly] Oh, they aren't drunk, Santa. Everyone's just enjoying this. [holds up a jar of Christmas Snow] Tegridy Farms Christmas Snow. It's organic, locally grown, and available now. [hands the jar to Santa] Townsman (voice): It's great, Santa. Mr. Testaburger: Oh, you gotta try it, Santa. It's really good. Townsman 3: Yeah, try it. You gotta try it. It's amazing, Santa. Santa: Marijuana? This isn't what Santa meant! I got rid of liquor and now you assholes are all just getting high?! God-fucking-damnit! [smashes the jar into the ground, shattering it] Santa will just see about this! [storms off] Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. Randy and Towelie are busy packaging more Christmas Snow in the living room Randy: Our Christmas special is so amazing, I don't know how we're gonna keep up with all the demand. Towelie: I know. I know. I can't print labels fast enough. Randy: We need more help. We're never gonna get enough done in time. Hey Shelley! Hey Shelley! Hey Shelley! Shelley: [walks into view] What?! Randy: Hey Shelley, can you help us make more labels for our Christmas special? Shelley: No! I'm not helping you with your stupid blow. [walks out of view] Randy: Oh great. My daughter had a marijuana problem and now she has a problem with cocaine. [hears someone hammering at his front door] Ah. Must be more customers. [opens the door to see a man hammering a chain and sign across the entrance, same as the chain and sign at Foor 4 Little] What the hell is this? Worker: New ordinance's been passed by the county. No marijuana sales till after the holidays. Randy: Heheey, fuck you. Who has that kind of power? Worker: Look, I just do what I'm told, man. Happy holidays. [turns and walks down the steps and away] Hey, but eh, you can't do this. [closes the door and tells Towelie] They just dshut down our business. Towelie: What are you talking about? Randy: We can't sell marijuana during the holidays. Towelie: What are we gonna do? Randy: [walks off a bit] We can't give up on the Christmas special. People need it. I think I know a way around this. Scene Description: Tegridy Weed commercial, winter holiday version Announcer 2: [shots of Tegridy Farms in winter] There's somethin' 'bout the holiday season. [Towelie sits on the Tegridy Farms sign holding a candy cane with a bow on it, and waves at the camera.] Folks seem a little nicer. The days, a little more special. [a shot of a small gathering for a meal] And sometimes we all need a little pick-me-up without any added ingredients. [a shot of marijuana-free Christmas Snow] Introducing marijuana-free Christmas Snow from Tegridy Farms. [Randy pours out the blow in two lines on the dining table] All the festive snow you love, without that pesky marijuana. [Randy looks out over his fields and rests on a fence post] Because there's nothin' like a warm fire, holiday presents, [Randy is out in the field, grinning and licking his teeth.] and a little Rocky Mountain cocaine. [a couple of shots of couples sharing gifts] During Christmas, don't you want your cocaine to be organic, pure, and locally-grown? [four women throw confetti in the air, followed by a shot of someone snorting coke, then someone cutting it to their desired amount] Cocaine that's grown locally has never been smuggled, so the only ass it's gonna be up is yours. [another couple trades gifts, then the montage ends with a jar of Christmas Snow] Marijuana-free Christmas Snow, now available from Tegridy Farms. It's cocaine that's farm to nostril. Scene Description: A shot of driving habits under this drug. Then, a shot of the boys sitting on the steps in front of City Hall watching it all Cartman: Boy, people sure have the holiday spirit now. Kyle: Yeah, what the hell happened? Jimmy: It's weird, though. My parents have a lot of holiday spirit, but they sleep until three in the afternoon every day. Craig: Yeah. Last night, my mom had a ton of holiday spirit and then passed out. She hasn't gone to buy me any presents. Cartman: Butters, your mom has so much holiday spirit that she's riding an ATV with her tits out. [Butters' jaw drops as he sees his mom approaching the boys doing that that.] Linda Stotch: Christmas. Woo-oo-ooo. Butters: Yeah, that's a little too much holiday spirit, if you ask me. Scene Description: Town Square, day. Randy has a booth set up, ""Tegridy Farms Marijuana-Free Christmas Snow. He and Towelie are taking orders from two lines of people Randy: There you are, ma'am. There you are, sir. This is amazing, Towelie. Tegridy Farms is finally gonna make all the money I ever dreamed of. Santa: [showing up] What the Sam Hell is going on here?! [the clients begin answering. Santa takes a jar from one of them] Marijuana-free Christmas Snow? Do you realize that tomorrow is Christmas Eve?! Stephen: And it's gonna be the best Christmas ever! [the sound of wheels screeching is heard, and all turn to see what it is. A woman is heard screaming, then the impact, then shattering glass. Then cheers as two wrecked cars are shown, the drivers clearly under the influence] Female driver: Happy holidays! Woo! Scene Description: The rooftops, night. Santa slinks from house to house, going down chimneys and confiscating the jars of Christmas Snow. The first house he visits has a table with a jar of coke, six lines of coke, two razor blades, a straw made from a dollar bill, and a small mound of coke on it. He takes it all and swipes it into his sack. Next he visits the Stotch house, into the master bedroom, looks in Linda's nightstand and removes two tiny packets of coke, then takes a jar from the Christmas tree and another jar from the medicine cabinet in the bathroom. He goes to Mackey's bed and takes the jar from Mackey's hands while Mackey sleeps. Mackey has some coke on his nostrils, but Santa leaves that alone. Santa then goes to the Broflovski house and takes the jars from the tree. He notices Ike looking on, gives him some milk, and sends him back upstairs. He sweeps a bunch of coke in baggies off a table, takes a jar from another tree, then reaches Tegridy Farms itself. He goes to the ban and puts every jar he sees into his sack. He throws the sack onto his sleigh and urges the reindeer to get moving. Santa: Santa to base, come in. Elf: This is base. Go ahead, Santa. Santa: Sleigh is too loaded down to fly. Gonna have to take the roads until I can find a place to dump all this blow. [hears Randy honking behind him and turns to make sure] Randy: [coming up fast on his snowmobile] Hold on tight, Towelie! We have to save Christmas! [Santa faces forward and brings down the whip on the reindeer a few times. The race is on. Santa looks over his shoulder, then notices something ahead] Santa: Oh shit! [runs through a guard rail and over a cliff.] Ho ho ho! Randy: O-ho! [follows Santa over the cliff] Ohhhhh! Scene Description: South Park, day. Stephen looks around for his Christmas Snow in the bathroom Stephen: The hell is...? Did you do all my marijuana-free Christmas snow? Linda: [appears at the bathroom door] I was just gonna ask you the same thing. Stephen: What are you talking about? Linda: Mine's all gone. You had another bander last night, didn't you? Stephen: No! [points at her] Clearly you did! Scene Description: The Tucker house. Thomas hears some pounding at his door and goes to answer it and sees Stephen and Linda. Stephen: Thomas, we were just wondering if we could borrow a little Christmas Snow. Thomas: You can't find yours either?? My wife's been searching all morning. [in the kitchen, Laura dumps the trash onto the floor and starts looking through it] Laura: The trash. We must have thrown it in the trash. It has to be here somewhere. Scene Description: Eventually, all the residents gather in the street and chat about the missing Snow Bob: Alright listen. Somebody obviously took everyone else's snow and it's not cool! Come on. it's Christmas! Steve: Somebody has to have a little. I feel like total shit. Mr. Mackey: It's gone, okay?! Just face it, it's all gone! Scene Description: The cliff bottom, day. Santa looks through the wreckage that was his sleigh. Santa: [to the head elf] This is Santa. The sleigh still isn't functional. Got some of it repaired, but I don't think I'm gonna make it back in time for Christmas. [Randy appears behind him and walks up] Randy: Hey Santa. We need to talk. Santa: Stay back, mutherfucker! Randy: Santa, you don't understand. Santa: Oh, Santa understands plenty! You assholes drink and drive and you think marijuana is somehow different, go driving around on that, and then you go and make this shit! Randy: Santa, that's not just cocaine. It's Tegridy cocaine. Santa: Oh, don't give Santa that! Coke is coke! [turns away] Randy: That's not true! This cocaine is grown locally. By local people. Please, just try it! Santa: Santa's done coke before. Santa knows what- Randy: Please! [Santa pauses, takes a dash of coke, and sniffs t] Santa: It's, it's cocaine. Just like every other cocaine Santa's ever tried. You people really think that the holidays are- Okay, yeah, that's pretty good. But it doesn't matter! Because Christmas is a- Wow, that is really clean. Randy: Right? Santa: It's like not speedy at all. It's really mellow. [walks to a log and sits down] Honestly, I didn't think cocaine could be this pure, wow. Randy: [joins him] Because it's grown here. On a farm. It's not cut with any nasty chemicals or harmful impurities. [hands Santa a metal sheet and a thin pipe] Santa: No, you can tell. It's really clean. Santa likey. [sniffs up some more coke] Maybe I have been a little too old-fashioned in my thinking. Jesus: I can't believe what I'm hearing! [they look up and see Jesus approaching] Santa: Oh Jesus. Jesus: I have heard your prayers, Marsh! And I've been watching. You want people to think that home-grown cocaine is the same as legalizing marijuana? Santa: Jesus, you really gotta try it. Jesus: No! Santa: You cut out the middle man, nobody dies in South America, nobody dies from impurities [sniff]. Randy: Please, Jesus. Jesus: [Takes a tray and straw, and sniffs the coke.] Okay, I get it. It's really clean. It's... yeah. It's a good high. Santa: It's fucking pure. Randy: It's Tegridy. Jesus: Well, maybe we all do need a little Tegridy at Christmas time. [walks up to the sleigh] Santa: What are you doing, Jesus? Jesus: I think it's time for a little Christmas miracle. [lifts out three sacks of Christmas Snow and disperses the snow all over town. Adults begin noticing the blow and tasting it.] Townsman 4: [tastes the blow settling on his hand] Hey. Hey. Hey, everybody! Mr. Mackey: [in the town square] Try to catch some on your tongue. It's fun. Cartman: Does this mean you all have the Christmas spirit again? Stephen: You're darn tootin' we do! Randy: Hey guys, I'm so happy my Christmas Special turned out okay. Santa: It's more than okay. Tegridy cocaine is smooth and has a great finish. Jesus: I'll bet when coke becomes legal soon, everyone will want Tegridy Cocaine! Stephen: Well, only one thing left to do, gang. Let's go driving! All: Yeah! [they get into their cars and start driving recklessly again] Announcer 2: All-natural Tegridy Cocaine. Endorsed and approved by Santa Claus. Available soon at a store near you.

Scene Description: The episode begins with a bleak landscape. Everything in town looks abandoned and decayed. In the school playground, one of the swings is falling apart. At the bus stop, a shoe print echoes the one at the moon landing, while a Vons sign is on the ground nearby. Butters sits on the front steps to his house, his head on his hands, wearing an N95 face mask. His father Stephen exits the house wearing a mask, with a trash bag Butters: Hey, Dad, do you think maybe we could go to Build-A-Bear today? Stephen: Butters, for the last time, you can't go to Build-A-Bear! Butters: But they said they were open again, so I- Stephen: Yes, they're open, but we are not the Johnsons, and we do not go to nonessential businesses when it's nonessential! [looks out into the street. A group of four people walks by. Two of them are not wearing their masks properly] Hey, do you people mind?! You're supposed to wear your mask over your nose. Looks like you're wearing a diaper for your chin. Chin diapers don't help. [the group just moves off, followed by mumbling. More people walk by, eventually becoming a crowd] What the? What's going on now?! Roger Donovan: Something at the town square. Everyone's gathering! Stephen: Well are we protesting or are we rioting? Roger: No no, it's something to do with the pandemic. Something big is going on. Stephen: Stay here, Butters. [sets the trash bag down and joins the crowd] Scene Description: The Town Square. The stage is set up, with a sign over it reading "SOUTH PARK BENEFIT FOR COVID-19" Behind him, the background said "WE ARE IN THIS TOGETHER" Randy: Hey everybody. Can everyone hear me okay? Thanks for turning out, everyone. You know, we've all been through a lot these past several months. We've shut down and people have lost their businesses, lost their livelihoods. I also own a small business. I sell weed, and I have to say ... I'm actually doing pretty good. Amazing. [a business growth chart for 2020 pops up, showing how the business has grown since the pandemic began.] Tegridy Farms weed has seen a 400% increase in sales since the shutdown in March. I see Thomas Turner out there [Heidi's dad, shown with her mom]. Thomas opened a restaurant in SoDoSoPa... doesn't seem like such a good idea now, does it, Turner? [a flash of anger appears on their faces] And there's Marley Jarvis, who owned and operated her own tanning salon. Whoops. But I just can't stand here and gloat, because Tegridy Weed is about giving back to people. And that's very proud to announce... that Tegridy Weed is having a Pandemic Special! [a collage of pictures taken over the year appears, with "$ PANDEMIC SPECIAL $" plastered over it] And all-new hybrid of our best weed sold at nearly 10% off our usual price. Not only that, but when you buy three pounds or more of the Pandemic Special you get a complimentary Pandemic 2020 bong [a large blue bong with PANDEMIC 2020 on it.]. We are a community. Let's all be together... with Tegridy. [the Tegridy Farms logo pops up] Scene Description: Randy and Sharon are driving home Randy: I think people are really excited. What do you think? Sharon: A pandemic special, Randy?! Really?! Randy: What? Sharon: People are hurting! People are dying, Randy! And all you can think about is making a special about it? Randy: [assertively] I'm doing positive to try and help. People really need this right now. Sharon: You are a child, Randy! These are very serious times and nobody wants or cares about your stupid special right now! Randy: [a bit softly] We'll see if they like my special. Scene Description: An aerial view of the suburbs. A drown zeroes in on Cartman's house. "SOUTH PARK Pandemic SPECIAL" appears on the screen. Scene Description: Cartman's room. He's in bed, but wakes up refreshed and jumps up. A rod with a small "6'" flag sits by the bedroom door Cartman: Wow! [gets up and throws his curtains open] Another day inside, don't have to do a thing. I love you, social distancing. No one's around, no one's talking to me. Social distancing, I'm free! Don't have to brush my teeth or shower. For what? I can sit on the toilet for hours. As long as I want. 'Cause no one's saying to me "You kids should go outside and do something." [his phone alarm rings - it's time to log in.] Oh! 9 am. Time for school! [hops off the bed and goes to his computer, then logs into Zoom] Mrs. Nelson: Good morning, guys. Everyone ready to start school? [Cartman's screen fills up windows of his classmates and teacher] Clyde: Good morning. Wendy: Hello. Kyle: Hi. Sef Furman: Hello. Stan: I'm, I'm here. Mrs. Nelson: Okay, I think we're all here. I see Jimmy and Clyde are on now. Eric, are you there? Cartman: Yes, teacher, I'm here. I can't wait to start [fakes a computer glitch] schoo... schoo... schoo... oo... oo... Mrs. Nelson: Oh no, Eric, I think your computer is freezing up again. Cartman: Oh no? Can you guys hear me? I just said eh... eh... eh... eh... Mrs. Nelson: Eric, you'll just have to listen again, okay? Best you can. So let's start today, guys, by going over yesterday's grammar examples. [Cartman puts up a tablet with the same facial expression he just made, making sure he can see it is his own Zoom window, and leaves] Wendy, can you read the first one? Cartman: I'm cut off from the world, isolated, alone. This is what I can existencing. No one can touch me or boss me around. Social distancing- [grabs the rod and goes downstairs] Liane: [sees Cartman coming down the stairs] Eric, aren't you supposed to be on your Zoom call? Cartman: [jabs at her with the rod as he goes to the kitchen] Stay away from me, Mom, yeah. You've got to keep your social distance. 'Cause all I'm gonna do is sing about how much I love you and need you, social distancing [pours himself some Cheesy Poofs cereal and milk] Liane: Sweetie, I know these are challenging times. Cartman: Yeah Social distancing, Mom. Liane: But we all still have to try and do our work. Cartman: [between bites] Computer keeps freezing, Mom. Maybe, if you were an essential worker, we could afford faster Internet. Liane: I at least need you to get some of your homework done, okay? And then m-maybe take a shower. Cartman: Oh, what a folly a shower seems when my generation is being denied their lives. I can't see my friends. I can't even go to school. How I miss Kyle. Heh heh heh heh. Liane: Sweetie, it's all going to be over soon. They're actually talking about school opening up again in a few days! [Cartman stops eating, then turns around to look at Liane] Cartman: What... the fuck... are you talking about? Liane: There's going to be a big meeting. Sounds like they're trying to get you, kids, back in school! Cartman: We can't go back to school: there's a fucking pandemic. Liane: But they're talking about maybe staggering you kids every other day. Cartman: They can't do that! Liane: Eric, you're going to be able to be with all the other kids again! Cartman: Oh no, I see! There's all this horrible stuff going on in the world, but apparently, Cartman's life doesn't matter! [storms out of the kitchen] Liane: [gives chase] Eric, you can't- Cartman: [forces her back in the kitchen with his rood] Ahp! Get back! Get back! Six feet, Mom1 Six fucking feet! [makes sure she doesn't move, then leaves] Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. A sign on the farm's board says "Get Your PANDEMIC SPECIAL!!" Other signs promote safe distancing and safe curbside pick-up. A line of cars waits for its purchases. Randy has an umbrella out, as it's raining. Randy: [as a driver pulls away] Okay, thank you very much! Hope you enjoy the Pandemic Special! [another driver pulls up] Hi, you here for the special? Here you go. Scene Description: The farmhouse window, day, kitchen. Sharon is eating lunch when Stan walks up to the table and joins her. Sharon: How was school, Stanley? Stan: It's not school! It's a freakin' joke. We're not even learning anything. Sharon: I know this has all been really hard on you, Stanley. Do you wanna talk about it? Stan: No, I'm fine, Mom! You know, I'm strong. I'm just worried about how this is all affecting weaker kids like, you know, like Butters. Sharon: Yeah. Well, it's nice you care about our friend, but if you need to talk... I know this is really hard on everyone. Randy: [Walks in happily] Well, that's it, guys. We have run out of weed for the day. [takes a seat next to Stan] Oh, hang on. Sorry, uh, didn't somebody say the pandemic special was a bad idea? Sharon: I wasn't saying you wouldn't make money, I was saying maybe that's not what should matter right now! Randy: Oh, come on, think about it. Do you even know anyone personally who's dying of COVID? Sharon: Yes! My brother Jimbo, who is in the hospital! Stan: Yeah, Uncle Jimbo. Randy: Jimbo's a fat alcoholic who'd be in the hospital anyway. All I'm saying is that we let some dirty virus from "China" completely upend our lives and shut us down! Sharon: Please do not quote the President in front of our child! Randy: Sharon, I went to China, remember? Last season? I went there to sell our weed and ended up hanging out with Disney and Mickey Mouse. You remember all that? I know what China's like. Doesn't surprise me all this shit came from there. Shelly: [off screen] We're going back to school! Sharon: What? Shelly: [peeks in] They're gonna let us go back to school! [runs out] Scene Description: the living room. The TV is on and Shelly runs in to watch the news. Randy and Sharon join him Anchor Tom: The Park County School District is holding a parent meeting tomorrow, and officials are hopeful that students can return to school on Monday. Stan: Wow, that's great! Sharon: Oh, I don't know if this is a good idea. Anchor Tom: The openings come on the heels that scientists are getting closer to finding the origins of the COVID pandemic. Chief Scientist: Y-yes, we've been able to trace the virus and confirm that it did, in fact, come from a seedy part of China. Randy: HA. Told ya! [turns and walks towards the kitchen.] Chief Scientist: And, in fact, we've pinpointed the virus to a certain bat in Wuhan. Randy: [stops in his tracks and looks back] A bat in Wuhan? Chief Scientist: What we still don't understand is, how did a transmitted disease get from a bat to a human? How can a virus jump species like that? We just don't know. Scene Description: Randy flashes back to his China trip last year, on which he's traveling with a bunch of other American companies to pitch their products to the Chinese. He remembers the landing and the arrest for the marijuana in his luggage...] Hello. Oh, Oh hey! [...his time in a Chinese prison making goods, his trial at a tribunal...] You could use some, Tegridy, China! [...celebrating the discharge with Mickey Mouse]'' Mickey Mouse: Here's to China! Haha. Randy: To China! Mickey: [Some scenes that weren't seen in last year's episode, "Band In China": Randy and Mickey are at a bar downing some drinks] Randy: Boy, you sure know how to party, Mick! Mickey: Oh my God1 Look at her! Haha! She's so hot! [Randy gets a good look at the female Mickey's looking at] Randy: I think that's a bat. Mickey: Yeah! It's a bat! It's a mouse, with wings! Scene Description: outside the bar, Randy wanders the narrow streets looking for Mickey. Randy: Hey, Mick? Where'd you go? [stumbles upon Mickey fucking the bat] Mickey: Haha, haha. Oh boy! Randy: Oooh! Mickey: Haha! Randy, you gotta try it! Go ahead, take a turn! Randy: [takes his turn and thoroughly enjoys it, then snaps out of the memory] Stan: If they're letting us go back to school, then soon we can get back to everything! I mean, doesn't this mean things are finally going back to normal? Dad? Randy: I gotta go! [runs through the kitchen] Scene Description: Walt Disney Co., Burbank, CA., day. In the corporate office, Mickey is fielding calls Mickey: Then sell fucking Epcot Center! If we can't get people on the rides, then sell the fuckin' thing! [hangs up that phone and switches to another] Nonono! I said MORE Mandalorian! [hangs up that phone] Jesus Christ! We're fucking dying here! [answers his cell phone] What?! Fucking what?! Haha. Randy: Hey, it's Randy Marsh From, from Tegridy Farms? Mickey: What do you want, Marsh?! I'm in the fuckin' weeds here! Randy: Look, um, do you remember when we fucked that bat in Wuhan? Mickey: I've fucked a lot of bats! Randy: Well, I've only fucked one! I remember. Right after, I got really sick, and this was all back in October. Mickey: Jesus Christ, you fucker! You started all this! Randy: You told me to fuck the bat! Mickey: You didn't quarantine yourself after you got home?! Randy: Nobody knew anything about COVID when I fucked the bat! I thought I just came back from China with the flu! Look, we can't let scientists find that bat. My wife is crazy. If she finds out I started the pandemic, she's gonna be a total bitch about it. [Mickey is stunned] Scene Description: The neighborhood. Cartman runs through it with his 6-foot pole. A couple walks their toy dog; he jabs the male aside with his pole. A jogger goes towards a park exit; he jabs him aside with his pole. He reaches Kyle's house and knocks on the door. Then he bangs on the door with the pole. Then he throws the pole through Kyle's bedroom window. Kyle opens the front door Cartman: Dude, you are not gonna believe this. Kyle: What are you doing here?? Cartman: [barges in] Is your dad home, Kyle? We need to talk to a lawyer! Mr. Broflovski?! Kyle: Dude, get out of my house! If you wanna talk, we can go outside! Cartman: They're gonna try and make us go back to school. Kyle: [covers his mouth and nose under his jacket] Dude, you could be spreading germs! [backs away] Cartman: Maybe you didn't hear me, Kyle! They want us to go back. To school! Kyle: So? Cartman: "So?" What the fuck is-? You really wanna go back to that slavery?! Kyle: I want an education! I want to be able to compete for a job when I get older! Cartman: You crazy, psychotic... Kyle, we need to get a lawyer to stop schools from forcing us back! Now, whatever your messed-up beliefs are about "wanting to go to school" Kyle: You really wanna spend the next year on Zoom? Cartman: You don't have to be on Zoom, there's a million ways around it! Mark my words, Kyle: first they'll force us back to school, then they'll take social distancing away from us completely, and I'll be out of my room having to hang out with you! Kyle: You're out of your room hanging out with me now! Cartman: [realizes this] Oh my God. They won't get away with this! Scene Description: South Park, day. Randy walks down Main Street with his mask on, deep in thought. He hears a woman sobbing. He looks over to see an elderly woman weeping as her husband is carried out on a gurney into an ambulance. He walks by the town cemetery, where he sees a casket lowered into the ground. He then sees something that astonishes him: Red Robin going out of business due to COVID-19. As booth benches are being carried into trucks, Death appears and points to the interior. Randy turns away and cries silently Man with Orange Shirt: Hey! Excuse me [Randy turns to see him, and he approaches], y-you're Randy Marsh, right? Randy: Uh... m-maybe. Man with Orange Shirt: Yeah. Look man, I just wanna say thanks, you know? The Pandemic special is really amazing. Randy: Oh yeah. Cool. Thank you. Man with Orange Shirt: Nono, listen. You... you're awesome! All this horrible stuff going on and... well, you come along and try to fight it! Randy: Okay, thanks. Man with Orange Shirt: Y-you see, I... I lost my wife... to the virus. My kids, I... I don't even know how to talk to them, you know. Just... just thank God for your Pandemic Special. Thank God. It's a great special, it really is. Randy: Okay. Man with Orange Shirt: No, it's an awesome special. And i-and it was a great idea to do a special. Randy: Okay okay, just stop! [runs away] Scene Description: Mr. Mackey's home office. He's on a Zoom meeting with the parents Mr. Mackey: M'kay, welcome, parents, to this all-school town meeting to talk about how we're gonna get your kids back into the classroom. Can everyone hear me okay? [parents all replying] Okay, well, parents, we've made some amazing adjustments and hirings, m'kay? We believe we can welcome students back on Monday. M'kay? Sheila: How are you going to do this? Stephen: Yeah, what happens when my son is sitting in a room with Craig Tucker, whose father doesn't even wear a mask outside? Thomas: Oh, here we fucking go again! Stop mask shaming, Stotch! Stephen: Well, it's really not a mask if you wear it down around your chin. That's a chin diaper. Thomas: There's no real proof that a mask even fuckin' does anything! Stephen: Spoken like a true redneck! Carol McCormick: Oh, fuck you! [everyone starts talking over each other. One of them says "That's not fair!"] Mr. Mackey: Okay. Okay, everyone. Alright. [presses a key on his computer to mute everyone else's microphone] Mmkay! I just muted everybody! Okay! Now, if we don't get along, I'll just sit here with you all on mute! [no one on screen is moving] Okay, now let's try this again. [presses a key and the mics are back on] Mrs. Tweek: I saw Wendy's mother not wearing a mask in the changing room at Ross. Mrs. Testaburger: The fuck are you doing spying on me in the changing room?! I was at Ross- [accusing resumes] Mr. Mackey: Okay, BOOM! [silences the mics again] You're all muted! Mmkay?! I can do this all day! Now, we've made changes at the school, and we feel prepared to welcome your students back! [Roger Donovan raises his hand] Mr. Donovan! Roger: I don't care what changes you've made, my son Clyde is not going to class! Mr. Mackey: And that is your prerogative. Mute! [mutes Roger, unmutes Sharon] Mmkay, Mrs. Marsh. Sharon: I thought that the issue was the teachers not coming back. Mr. Mackey: That is correct. Our teaching staff does not feel safe to return, BUT... we have hired all new teachers, m'kay? These are people who have recently lost their jobs due to recent events and are desperate for work. Mmkay, so they'll do just about anything. Stephen: What new teachers? Scene Description: South Park, day. The police force is now the new teaching staff. Harrison Yates addresses them outside the police station Yates: Alright, men! As you all know, due to recent events totally beyond our control, we have lost most of our funding. But this new venture will be great. and I know we will all thrive as elementary schoolteachers. This might be our last chance at a job, so I don't want any unnecessary deaths. [the officers groan "Awww!"] Ahp! Ahp! No unnecessary deaths! And let's show this town just what great leaders we can be. This is gonna be great. Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. Sharon gives Shelly and Stan their lunches Anchor Tom: All over South Park this morning, children are getting ready for their first day of class. And as they do, scientists say they're closer to finding a vaccine. Stan: Oh cool! Turn it up! Bill Keegan: Tom, I'm standing in front of the newly built viral research center where scientists say they have found the animal which started the coronavirus. [some lab scientists are shown working on samples] The creature was located in China and then flown to the facility here, where scientists are studying it thoroughly. Randy: [peaks in upon hearing the report] Heyheyhey, whoa whoa! W-what are you guys doing?! Stan: They think they're about to find the vaccine. Chief Scientist: Yes, now that we have the animal in our possession, we'll finally be able to unlock what caused a virus to jump from it to humans. Randy: [stands in front of the TV] Does it matter what started coronavirus?! Who cares what started coronavirus?! You guys are being racist! We don't need to watch this! Where's the remote? [begins looking all over the sofa] This is... this is racist television and we're not gonna watch it! [checks out the sofa on either side of Sharon] Sharon: I want to hear this, Randy! Randy: No! No. You know what? You guys are horrible! Just, just stop it right now! Bill Keegan: You traced the virus to Wuhan, but what you found was not a bat. Is that correct? Chief Scientist: Nono, the virus did not come from a bat. Randy: You guys- [stops mid-sentence] What? What did he say? Chief Scientist: We were able to break down the virus enough to see there was actually no bat involved. Randy: No bat involved. No bat involved! [dances around gleefully] Oh yeah! Oh yeah! It wasn't a bat! It wasn't a bat! It wasn't a bat! In your face! In your face! It wasn't a bat! Chief Scientist: When we tracked the virus, we found it did originate in Wuhan, but from a species called pholidota. Bill Keegan: And what exactly is pholidota? Chief Scientist: It's a pangolin. And here it is, right over here. [Bill Keegan and the Chief Scientist walk over to a cage holding the pangolin] Stan: What' a pangolin, Mom? Sharon: I'm not even sure. Do you know what a pangolin is, Randy? [Randy is lost in a memory] Randy? Stan: Do you know what a pangolin is, Dad? Scene Description: Randy flashes back to his time in China with Mickey. They're in the back seat of a taxi, tired Mickey: Haha haha. Dude, I still can't believe you fucked that bat. Haha. Randy: Okaaay, okaaay, Shhhh. Mickey: Haha. You really let her have it! Oh boy! Randy: Okay! I don't wanna think about that right now, Mickey! Mickey: I'm just impressed, that's all. I mean, if you can handle a bat, then... Randy: Then what? Mickey: You ever have sex with a pangolin? Randy: What the fuck is a pangolin? [Mickey tells the driver in Chinese to stop] Scene Description: A hotel room in Wuhan. While Mickey is the iPhone making more deals, Randy is fucking a pangolin Randy: Ha ha, ha whoa! [he's enjoying it rather thoroughly, then he snaps back to the present] Shit! [runs out of the farmhouse] Scene Description: South Park Elementary. A sign over the entrance reads "Welcome Back Students!" The 4th Grade classroom is shown, with 12 decks instead of the usual 24. The desks are divided into groups of two. Each desk has a protective plastic shield in front and to the right, with a slot at the bottom for school work to be handed through. The officers are wearing clear plastic face shields, the kids are all wearing face masks Yates.: Alright, children, welcome back to class. I'm your new teacher, Detective Harris, and this is our homeroom teacher's assistant, Officer Johnston. Let's start the day off with some match. Does anyone understand math? Who would like to lead the class with some math? [the sounds of a squealing pig approach the classroom door. The door opens, and Cartman is being carried in by two officers. He's mumbling gibberish, but then gets out a few sentences.] Cartman: Pandemic! There's a pandemic! You can't make me go to school! [the officers tie him to his chair] You can't! Argh! Araraaagh! Nonono! Nonono! You can't make me! You hear me?! Yates: I don't know if I can do this, Mitch. I fuckin' hate kids. I can't be a teacher. Mitch: It's all we got, sir [steps forward and assumes an assertive stance] Let me try. Kids! Alright, come on! Let's settle down! Now we're gonna do some fingerpaints. You got that? You're gonna fingerpaint... [reads from a small notebook] a marsupial of your choice or a fun thing you did over the summer. Cartman: You can't make us stay here! This is a violation of our freedom! Who's with me, guys?! Mitch: Now, listen! We're gonna start fingerpaintin' right now! Cartman: Oh my God, I forgot how much it sucks to be around everybody! I think I'm gonna be sick, all over Kyle! [pretends to vomit and cough over Kyle] Kyle: Fuck you! [Kyle jumps out of his seat and beats him up. The other kids start cheering] Mitch: That's enough! [Harris beings out his service revolver and aims. Mitch does as well, and they fire away. A shot goes through Token's front shield. A few more follow, and he takes a shot in the arm] Token: Ow! [his left hand is over the wound. He falls out of his seat and onto the floor. Gunfire and cheering stop] Yates: Got 'im! Scene Description: South Park Viral Research Center, day. The pangolin is in its cage. A scientist shines a sensor onto it for a second Chief Scientist: [leads a new research team in and walks to the cage] Aaand here it is. This is the pangolin we tracked down in China, the animal that could lead us to a vaccine. The mysteries of COVID can be unlocked by our studies of this creature. I'll just ask you all to keep a good distance away. Obviously, we can't let anything happen to this pangolin. [Randy sneaks up behind the scientists] You see, this pangolin's DNA has mutated, which is what we believe started it all. Scientist 1: The pangolin has mutated, how? Chief Scientist: We're not completely sure, but we believe now that something somehow... got its DNA up into the pangolin. Scientist 2: How exactly could that happen? Chief Scientist: Well i-it's almost like another creature somehow inserted its DNA up into the pangolin. Scientist 3: Perhaps some other species somehow mated with the pangolin? Scientist 2: Oh, come on! What kind of animal would have sex with a pangolin? Scientist 1: Yeah! Look how ugly that thing is! Scientists: [chuckle at the possibility] Yeah, yeah. Randy: Okay, Okay. Chief Scientist: Again, what really matters is that ew decode the foreign DNA inside the pangolin. That would be the key to the vaccine, perhaps even a cure. We have to know what raped the pangolin. Randy: Oh, so now it was "rape." Chief Scientist: Excuse me, sir. Who are you? [Randy stays silent] This tour is for scientists that specialize in pandemics. Are you... a pandemic specialist? Randy: Yeah I'm a pandemic specialist. I'm making one right now. Chief Scientist: Uh-kay. Anyway, if you all follow me now to the micro labs, I can show you the containment system for once a vaccine is able to be tried. [Randy pretends to walk with them but pulls back to the cage. He takes the pangolin out and struggles with it for a few seconds, then stuffs it down his pants and sneaks away.] Scene Description: South Park Elementary, day. A crowd of parents has gathered in front of the school. Mr. Mackey and the police officers look back at them. Mr. Mackey pulls out his bullhorn and turns it on, causing a reverb Mr. Mackey: M'kay. mmkay, parents? Can everyone hear me okay? [the crowd is shown from his point of view - they all have masks, but have lowered them to speak] Everyone listens up. We don't want anyone to panic, okay, but there has been a COVID exposure here at the school. [parents gasp] Okay, one of our fourth graders was taken to the hospital a couple of hours ago, okay? But we think Token's gonna be okay. Now, due to county protocol, everyone that was in the school now has to quarantine for two weeks. So we will be keeping your kids here, and the teachers will be staying with them. [parents shout back.] Scene Description: The school gym, day. All the school kids are here, not just the fourth graders. They are talking amongst themselves Yates: Alright, students. shut up. [conversations fade off] I know this situation is not ideal, but we all have to quarantine together for two weeks. Cartman: This is bullshit! Yates: You don't want to infect your families, do you? You were all exposed to a student here who was taken to the hospital due to COVID. Yes? Stan: Uh, we were there, and Token was actually taken to the hospital because you guys shot him. Yates: Yes, due to COVID. If it weren't for COVID, all the previous teachers would have still been here, we wouldn't have been in the class, and nobody would have gotten shot. Therefore, the young man is in the hospital due to COVID. Officer 1: It was COVID-related. Stan: That doesn't make any sense! Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. Randy watches the news in the living room Anchor Tom: And scientists are asking all South Park County residents to keep an eye out for the creature. Once again, the pangolin escaped from the facility yesterday, and many people are fearing the worst. Scientists say that even though they have samples from the pangolin, they now don't have what they need for a vaccine. Chief Scientist: Yes. You see, what we needed was the foreign DNA that was up inside the pangolin. It's whatever that DNA was that was our key to the cure. [someone outside sees Randy and whistles to him. Randy looks over and cowers a bit] Delivery Express Man: Hello! Anyone home?? [Randy gets up and goes outside to see who it is. It's a delivery man with a package for him] Got a delivery here. Needs a signature. Randy: [relieved] Oh, okay. Delivery Express Man: Oh, he-hey, if you're gonna come any closer, would you mind wearing a, you know, chin diaper? Randy: Oh, sorry. [reaches into his shirt pocket and pulls out a face mask and puts it on... as a chin diaper. They approach each other.] Delivery Express Man: Here you go. Just sign right there. [Randy signs a small tablet and hands it to the delivery man, who hands him the package] Have a nice day. [they part ways, but the delivery man turns around] Oh, and hey, I'm loving the pandemic special. Randy: Yeah thanks. [he goes inside and opens the package, but drops it once he says what's inside: a bloody heart with "YOU'RE DEAD" written in blood on one of the flaps. Randy is afraid, yet puzzled] Scene Description: The barn. Randy calls up Mickey Randy: Why did you send that to me? Mickey: Haha. Because you're a dead man, Marsh. It's your DNA that they need for a vaccine! Haha! Randy: Yeah, I know, but I can't just turn myself in! Mickey: This isn't personal, Marsh. It's business. I'm having you killed, then secretly we'll send your DNA to the scientists for the vaccine. Haha. Randy: This is all your fault, Mickey Mouse! You made the deal with the devil when you sold your Mulan shit to China! And then you took me out and sold me on how great China was, and how we should all suck their dick! You made me lose my tegridy and anything special that I had-! [stops] Special. Wait a minute. That's it! Mickey: What's it? Haha. Randy: The Special. The Pandemic Special! That's how we can get my DNA into people! We can vaccinate them without them even knowing! Mickey: What are you talkin' about? Randy: Just give me a couple of more days before you have me killed. I-I think I know a way out of this. Scene Description: Hell's Pass Hospital, night. The hospital has set up a COVID-19 ward. where the sickest patients are housed. In the still of the night, one hears only monitors and ventilators. Jimbo is in one room with a picture of himself and Stan, and a sign above his bed wishing him well. Someone pounds on something nearby. Jimbo opens his eyes and notices the window... and the spooky figure outside of it. The figure opens the window and jumps in - it's Randy Jimbo: Randy? Randy: Shhh. Hey Jimbo. Jimbo: Wha-what are you-? Randy: It's okay, Jimbo. I think I have a cure for COVID. [he brings out a jar of Tegridy Weed and opens the lid, then pats Jimbo on the shoulder] You're just gonna have to trust me, okay? [walks off and masturbates into the jar, then rolls a joint, walks over, and motions for Jimbo to keep quiet] Jimbo: Uh, uh... Randy: Shhhh, this is gonna be great. Jimbo: No, uh... [Randy lifts up the oxygen mask and puts the joint in Jimbo's mouth] Randy: It's okay, it's okay. Just breathe. Breeeathe. [Jimbo coughs] It's okay, Breeeathe. Scene Description: South Park Elementary, day. "QUARANTINE AREA. DO NOT ENTER WITHOUT AUTHORIZATION." In another 4th Grade classroom, the students are working on an assignment in silence as the assistant monitors them with a baton in hand. During recess, another officer monitors Wendy as she swings silently. At the computer lab, a sign next to the door says "PARENT ZOOM VISITATION 5 MINUTES MAXIMUM." An officer stands guard outside. A few kids are inside talking to their parents on Zoom Mr. McArthur: [to his Red] We miss you, honey. We can't wait for quarantine to be over! Huh. Scene Description: in the school gym, kids are inside playing with various sports balls. Stan dribbles a basketball until a whistle blows, then stops. In the cafeteria, several kids eat lunch socially distant from each other. A buzzer blares Officer 2: Group 4, your meal is over! Back to your class! [motions the kids to head for the entrance. The kids take their trays, dispose of the meals, and exit] Officer 3: Alright. Group 5, it's now mealtime. Come in, but keep your social distance. [the next group comes in, including Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman.] Yeah, that's good social distancing. Real good. Butters: [muttering to himself] March 16th. It was March 16th! That's how long it's been! It was supposed to be a party! A big, happy gathering at Build-A-Bear to celebrate me being a big boy at the dentist! Then they shut it all down. They said I'd have to wait until April. And then it was May. And then they said, "Wait until summer." It's fucking October now! [swats his lunch away, then hops onto the table to rant. Four officers behind him by the wall react] Why doesn't anyone tell me the truth?! [grabs a girl's lunch then throws that away] That I'm never going to Build-A-Bear! [one of the officers taps his baton against his anti-riot shield, and two officers to his left move forward] That I'm never going ever again! Stan: [notices the officers moving towards Butters] Butters, Butters, you gotta calm down. Butters: I'm never going to Build-A-Bear, am I?! [the officers flank him] Oh, hey teachers. Sorry. [they carry him out of the cafeteria] W-wait, I'm sorry. I don't need to go to Build-A-Bear! Fellas?! [the other kids are stunned] Scene Description: Tegridy Farms day. A customer honks his car horn. Randy is asleep in his underwear. Sharon walks up to him Sharon: Randy? Where are the car keys? Randy! Randy: Huh? Uh, what? What? Sharon: Where are the car keys? Randy: They're probably in my pants pocket. Why? Sharon: I have to get over to the hospital. Randy: The hospital? For what? Sharon: It's Jimbo. Doctor said he's better, so I can take him home. Randy: Jimbo's better? Sharon: They said he doesn't have any symptoms, and his tests are showing negative. Randy: Holy shit. [realizing that his DNA might have just saved Jimbo's life.] Scene Description: The barn. Randy walks up to a jar of Tegridy Weed. Randy: It works. It can help. [opens the jar and masturbates into it. Then he faces shelves and shelves of jars and realizes he has to masturbate into all of them.] Hoh boy. [he unzips his pants and drops them] Scene Description: South Park Elementary, day. Kyle walks down the hall, Stan catches up to him Stan: Kyle, I need to talk to you. Kyle: Hey dude. Stan: I'm really worried. About Butters. I think he's sick. Kyle: You think he got the virus? Stan: No! It's all the other stuff. The isolation and the uncertainty. [put his hands in his jacket pockets and wanders off] I'm just really worried what all the stuff around COVID is doing to some kids. You know, not every kid is like us. There's some kids who really can't take it anymore. Kyle: I know. This bullshit sucks. But Butters will be okay. Stan: [getting emotional] And what if he's not? What if Butters is actually starting to lose his mind? What if he feels his body shutting down right now? Kyle: You really think it's that bad? Stan: It's time for us to ask for help. From someone who has more authority at this school than these cops. Scene Description: The White House, day. In the Oval Office, Pres. Garrison looks out the window, his back to the entrance Male Aide 1: Mr. President, the CDC is on the line. They need to speak with you urgently! Garrison: Tell them to suck my asshole. Female Aide: Mr. President, Dr. Fauci is on line 2 and the FDA chief is on line 3. Garrison: Ooo! Tell Dr. Fauci to shove it up his ass, and let the FDA chief know he can eat shit off my balls. Male Aide 2: Sir! Sir, you have an urgent call on line 4 from a Mr. Slave? Garrison: [turns around in his chair and wonders] Mr. Slave? Okay, go, gogogo! [the aides leave and Garrison clears his throat. He picks up the phone] Yes, this is the President of the entire United States. Stan: Uh, hi, it's Stan Marsh. Garrison: Stan Marsh? Where's Mr. Slave? Stan: I'm sorry. We had to get your attention. Listen, we're being kept at the school, and one of the students here is really sick. Garrison: Oh, for Pete's sake, here we go again. [rolls his eyes and closes them] Just deal with it. I am busy. Stan: Nono, Mr. President, please! You gotta come back to South Park. Our teachers are shooting people. Everyone's arguing and, and there's a facility outside of town that found the pangolin and are working on a vaccine! You might be able to stop the pandemic. Garrison: Why would I do that? Stan: ...Huh? Garrison: Stan, this is gonna be very difficult for a child to understand, but I made a promise to the American people- to get rid of all the Mexicans. Stan: But the pandemic isn't just killing Mexicans. Garrison: It's killing a lot of them. I've gone over the statistics, Stan. [walks over to a chart showing U.S. COVID fatalities by race. Mexicans are by far the most affected ethnicity, and whites the least affected.] All I have to do now is sort of guide the avalanche in the right direction, and I'm fulfilling my promises to the American People. I was doing a crap job until this pandemic happened. Stan: You're just gonna sit there and not do anything?! Garrison: I am going to actively not do anything. And you can eat shit off my balls and die. [hangs up] Stan: God dammit! Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. A line of cars waits at the entrance, with horns honking. A small booth is by the mailbox. Randy is using a cane to support himself. All that masturbation has weakened him Randy: Ogh. Ogh-o. [limps to the next customer] Okay, there you go. That's all I can sell you right now. Just make sure you smoke it, okay? Enjoy the special. [the customer drives off. He limps back to the small booth] Han-hang on, guys. I gotta prep some more. Just give me like four minutes. [enters the booth and masturbates into the next jar.] Sharon: [comes out of the house] Randy?! Randy: Ogh. Sharon: Randy?! Randy: Just... [irked] what?! Sharon: Randy, you've gotta get in here! Randy: I'm doing something important, Sharon! People need this right now! Sharon: Come upstairs. Something's wrong with Jimbo! [Randy slowly limps upstairs.] He's just been sleeping for days. [puts her mask on and goes to Jimbo's room] They said he was getting better. [Randy limps forward, holding his crotch] Last night his fever came back. And then a few hours ago, this thing appeared on his face. Sharon: What thing? [Sharon slowly lowers Jimbo's mask, and ... it's Randy's mustache. Randy's jaw drops] Jimbo's never been able to grow a mustache. Randy: Huh. That's weird. Sharon: Should I call the doctor? Randy: No! Nonono! Don't call the doctor! They're busy. These are u-un- precedented times. W-we have no idea what caused this. Jimbo: [slowly] Special... Sharon: What, Jimbo? Jimbo: Pandemic... uh special... Sharon: [looks at Randy] Why's he talking about your special? Randy: [rapidly] Everyone's talking about the special, Sharon. It's a big deal. He obviously needs it right now. Sharon: I'm gonna get the thermometer. [walks away. Randy quickly goes to Jimbo's side] Randy: [whispering angrily] Just fucking shut up! You have no idea if it's because of the special. You could just be sick again 'cause you're a fat, fuckin' alcoholic, and I am not going to jail for you! [smacks him and walks away, holding his crotch and grimacing] Scene Description: Hell's Pass Hospital, day. A doctor is checking out the mustache on Gerald's face, which is different from the one he usually has. Dr. Doctor: And you say you've never had a mustache before? Gerald: No! Never! It just came outta nowhere! Sheila: How can this happen, Doctor? Dr. Doctor: Have you put anything toxic in your body lately? Any drugs or alcohol? Gerald: No! I mean... I've enjoyed a little of the Pandemic Special... Dr. Doctor: Oh, nonono. That-that's totally fine. Nurse: Doctor? You better come to the emergency room! [they both go to the ER, which is filled with patients, including women, who have the pandemic mustache.] Dr. Doctor: Holy shit! Scene Description: Breaking news. COVID-19 UPDATE? Anchor Tom: Another strain of COVID, or simply more COVID-related symptoms? A reported 1 in 10 people in Park County are experiencing mustaches, and nobody seems to know why. The Mayor has called for help from infectious disease experts, and Dr. Anthony Fauci arrived at South park Hospital today to give his advice. Scene Description: Hell's Pass Hospital entrance. Dr. Fauci addresses the crowd Dr. Fauci: We aren't sure why some people are getting a mustache and some aren't, but we have to do all we can to avoid it becoming fashionable. Man 1: Will our chin diapers keep us safe? Dr. Fauci: Yes, but we must wear them where the mustache would be. We need to wear them over our mouth and nose. Stephen: Are you out of your mind? You expect people to wear a diaper over their nose? That's disgusting! Fuck you, Fauci! Scene Description: Back to the news report Anchor Tom: Citizens are asked to stay indoors and just try and relax, and maybe enjoy some of the Pandemic Special. Randy: Nooo! Shit! [Sharon has her hands over her mouth] Scene Description: South Park, night. The school gym is shown from above. Twenty-nine students are sleeping there, each in his own circle. Stan is wide awake, looking at the ceiling. An officer sits in the coach's office looking at a jar of Tegridy Weed Officer 4: Nice. [Stan sits up. He looks to his left and sees Death staring back at him through a window, then crawls up to Butters and shakes him awake] Stan: Butters. Butters! Butters: Wha? Stan: Don't worry. I'm going to save you! Butters: Okay. Save me from what? [nods off, and Stan walks to the middle of the gym] Stan: Guys, guys! [claps. The kids begin to stir] Students: What? Who is it? Stan: Shhh. You guys, we have to get Butters out of here. Kyle: Who else can we call, Stan? Stan: No! We have to get him out of here! Now! We need to take him... to Build-A-Bear. Craig: Are you nuts?? Stan: He has to go out and do something normal! Jimmy: Stan, Build-A-Bear is currently by appointment only, and only a maximum party of four can visit at one time. Stan: We can't wait around and wait for people to figure things out, okay?! It's not gonna happen! They just keep taking everything from him and saying it's for his own good! But who's to say he can't go out and have a little goddamn fun?! If we want things to go back to normal, then we just gotta go do it! Cartman: [stands up] Stan's right. If we want things to go back to normal, we have to do it ourselves. Stan: They're just gonna be making more restrictions, and more rules, and who's gonna fight to go back to the way things were? Cartman: I sure as hell will! Stan: We can make things normal for Butters again, and make school the way it was! Cartman: The way it was! Online, in our own rooms! Stan: Wait, what? No, in a class, with real teachers! Cartman: Wait, what? What normal are you talking about? Stan: I'm talking about normal, like back in March. What normal are you talking about? Cartman: I'm talking about normal, like three days ago, when everything was awesome. Stan: Look it doesn't matter. We just gotta break the fuck out of here. Scene Description: The hallways. Sef Furman runs down the hall; the police do not notice. Craig and Tweek follow the boy, then the Boy with Brown Hair and Red Shirt follows them. The rest of the class follows, including Timmy whose wheelchair moves loudly. At the front of the school, Jimmy heads towards the bolted doors with bolt cutters Timmy: TIMMAH! [cuts the bolt, and the chain drops to the floor. The kids rush out the door and pour out of the school triumphantly] Scene Description: News Break. COVID-19 UPDATE Anchor Tom: The new outbreak in South Park is spreading rapidly, and as highways into town close and governments consider a full lockdown, one question is on everyone's mind: where is the damn pangolin?! Some speculate the pangolin took its own life, while others think that- [something is being whispered in his ear] Sorry. Sorry, we're getting some breaking news. Oh, God. Students at South Park Elementary have broken quarantine and are now out on the loose! Bill Keegan: [outside the school, during the day] The fugitives broke out sometime last night. Teachers are reporting there's no cause for alarm, except that these kids have all been exposed to COVID [his voice gets more urgent] and could be running around spreading mustaches right now! Woman: [hears this and screams] Aaaaaaaaow! [This sets off a mass panic] Man 2: Super-spreaders! [drivers get into near-collisions, shoppers stock up on toilet paper and other goods, ] Stocker: [notices a woman carrying two cans] One can of shaving cream per family! [Park County Shoes is broken into and looted] Stephen: [he and Linda have their masks on as chin diapers] Butters?! Butters, you get back to quarantine or you are gonna be grounded! Thomas: Hey, Stotch! [Stephen looks over and sees that Thomas has his mask on properly] You heard what the scientist said! Get your diaper up over your mustache area! Stephen: I'm not wearing a damn diaper over my nose! Mrs. Testaburger: Don't you care about people? Stephen: Yeah, we care way more about what's right than you do, bitch! [walks up and punches her once, and she goes down. Thomas punches him in return] Oh! [a brawl breaks out in the street] Scene Description: The Mayor's Office. She looks out over the rioting while she's on the phone Mayor McDaniels: For Christ's sake, the entire town is in chaos! How the hell did you let those kids out of quarantine?! Yates: [at the school, with all his officers at attention] Don't blame this on us teachers! You opened the school and gave us barely enough resources to do our job! Mayor McDaniels: Everyone is terrified of catching something from these super-spreaders! Yates: Well, I don't know what you're gonna do, Mayor. You took all our funding away. You said our equipment was too extreme. Now, if we had some of that stuff back... Officer 1: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Yates: Tsst-tst-tst-ch-ch-ch! Mayor McDaniels: We certainly don't want you, teachers, to be without every resource available. I'll write an executive order to get you everything you need. Yates: [hangs up] Boys? We are back in business! Officers: [cheering] YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH! YEAH!... Scene Description: The police roll-out with patrol cars and Peacemaker tanks. Motorcycle and equestrian units with semiautomatics join them. An officer arms a bazooka. K9 units join in. It's a massive show of force. Yates: Possible COVID exposure at 4 o'clock! [the Boy with Brown Hair and Red Shirt is building a snowman. Yates gets on the bullhorn] You there. [the boy looks up] You are violating a mandated safer-inside order! Put down the snowball and get back to quarantine! [the boy drops the snowball] We've got a runner! [the police fire all their weapons and decimate the boy. Kenny and Annie Knitts run down the street and Kenny is shot to death. Two officers walk by Univers Coffee, then Stan, Kyle, Cartman, and Butters come out of hiding] Stan: Okay, all clear! Come on! Go go go! [Butters is lying down in a small wagon, the other three wheel him down the sidewalk] All right, you ready to have some fun, Butters? Butters: I sure am, fellas! Kyle: Okay! Stan: Shit shit, get back, back, back, back, back! [they hide in Parking Lot A. Death rides by and they come back out] Okay, all good. Come on. [They reach a plaza] Kyle: Dude, we made it. Stan: Butters, Butters. [wakes Butters up] Look! [Butters looks up and sees Build-A-Bear Workshop] Butters: Whoa! Is it really for reals? Stan: Yeah, it's real. Come on! We got an appointment! [helps Butters out of the wagon. They reach the entrance, only to see James the shopkeeper closing the shop.] Oh, uh hey, excuse me. We had an appointment. James: Oh no, s-sorry. We're closed. Stan: But I called. Y-you said you were open today for appointments. James: Yeah, we had to shut down again. Somebody came into the store with a mustache. Kyle: A mustache? Stan: Ple-hease, my friend has to build a bear. James: [walks away] I'm sorry! These are unprecedented times! Stan: Ohoh, just give us one minute! Butters: Oh! Good job, Stan! Thanks for getting my hopes up, you asshole! Kyle: [walks up to Stan with Cartman] Come on, dude. We'd better get outta here before we're spotted. Stan: We can't go. Kyle: What do you mean? Stan: We don't have a choice. We're gonna have to break in. Kyle: And then do what? Stan: And then build him a bear. Cartman: Without any employees? What, do you expect us to just, just... build our own bear? Stan: If we have to, yes! Kyle: Dude, you need people to help you do the stuffing and the closing. You don't- you don't actually build your own bear. Stan: I don't care! I'm not following the rules anymore! Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, day. Randy is piling his unsold Tegridy Weed onto the company truck. After the second load, Sharon stops him. Sharon: What the hell are you doing?! Randy: I just... gotta tale all the Pandemic Special over to Thompson Lake and dump it. Sharon: Dump it? Why are you worrying about this right now?! Randy: Because the Pandemic Special needs to end! A special has to end, Sharon, or else it's not really a "special," is it?! [runs for some more weed] Sharon: Goddammit, Randy, our son is out in this chaos! [heads towards the driver's seat] This is not the time for you to be dealing with your fucking marijuana! [hops into the seat and closes the door] Somebody's gotta find him! [starts the engine] Randy: Nono, okay, okay, okay, hold on! I'm coming! [gets into the passenger seat] Maybe we can just drop the special by the lake on the way. Sharon: Fuck you! Scene Description: Build-A-Bear Workshop, day. The boys have broken in Stan: Here we are, Butters! Look! You made it! Butters: Oh boy, is this a dream? Stan: No, it's not a dream! We are really here, and we are going to build you a bear! Which one you want? You want the panda? You want the Bronco koala? Butters: The Caballero Grizzly. Stan: Caballero Grizzly. [gets the materials needed] Okay, we just find the sh-shell and the uh, the outfit. Cartman: Stan, you really need employee assistance with this. Stan: It's gonna fucking work! Just fucking shut up! [take the shell to a stuffer] Okay! Okay, Butters. Look! [starts the machine] We're gonna put the stuffing in! Butters: Wow! Stan: Okay, uh, um... [starts pressing buttons. All of a sudden, the shell is pumped full of cotton and explodes] Butters: Aaaah! God! Daaagh! Stan: It's okay! We can start over! We can start over! There'a do-over machine right over there! Look! [walks over to a shredder and drops the mangled bear in. The shredder has a window through which the bear is seen being destroyed.] Scene Description: South Park. The rioting continues. Sharon drives through it Sharon: Stanley! Staaaaan! What if he's dead, Randy?! Randy: He's not dead, Sharon. Sharon: Then why hasn't he even called?! [two people jump onto the truck, both with mustaches] Man 3: Hey, can we have some of that Pandemic Special? Randy: No! [the men slip off the truck] Nobody needs the special right now! It's not helping! [looks out the passenger-side window] Oh my God. Oh God no. Sharon: What?? [they see Applebee's closed, and two men carrying a table into a moving truck.] Randy: [sheds a tear] They got Applebee's too. [turns to Sharon] Drive me back to the farm, Sharon. I need to get something. Scene Description: Build-A-Bear Workshop, day. Stan is trying to build another bear, but the cotton isn't going in Stan: God dammit! [looks out the window and sees Death there. Stan tries one more time to fill the shell, but the gust of air knocks him to the ground. Stan gets right back up to try again] Kyle: Dude, just let it go. Stan: No, Kyle, we can't let Butters down! Kyle: [walks up to Stan] Stan, are you sure this is about Butters? 'Cause you seem really desperate to build a bear. Yates: [on his bullhorn outside] Attention protesting looters. [the boys look over and walk up to the entrance] Protesting slash looting is a violation of the Mayor's health order! You have five minutes to come out or we will have to take action Butters: We gotta surrender, fellas. I'm honestly not having that much fun anyway. Stan: No! I'm not giving up! Yates: All right, that was about five minutes. [on the bullhorn to the officers] Okay, boys! Light 'em up! [an officer aims a cannon at Kyle, who has his back to the window] Randy: [steps into the cannon's scope] Wait! Everyone just stop! Yates: Who the hell is that? Randy: I have something that might change all of this! [reaches into a bag and pulls out the pangolin. The crowd gasps] Stephen: It's the pangolin. Thomas: Look! Other townsfolk: The pangolin! He's found it! The pangolin! Whoa! Randy: This... is what you've all be looking for, right? Well here! Go ahead and do all the tests you want on it. You'll find out... everything you need to know. [the crowd murmurs] Cartman: Oh no! You're not ending this pandemic! [grabs the pangolin and runs back inside the store] Kyle: Hey! Stan: Cartman, no! [follows Cartman inside with Kyle. Cartman prepares to drop the pangolin into the store's shredder] Don't do it, Cartman! That thing is our only chance! Cartman: Your only chance! For your normal, not mine! I am not going back to school! Stan: You guys were right, okay? This hasn't been about Butters. I've been acting like this because I can't take these shutdowns anymore, and I'm scared what it's doing to me! I'm looking for whom to blame. Saying I'm trying to help people to make myself feel better because the truth is... I just wanna have fun again. [Cartman looks at him] I wanted to see that I could go out in the world and do things that I used to do, but I can't. I'm not any better, and I don't care any more than anyone else. And I did all this [tears well up in his eyes] because I just want my life back! I just want my life back... [begins to weep silently. Cartman's look softens. He looks at the shredder, at the boys, then steps down from the shredder, carries the pangolin out of the store, and gives it to the Chief Scientist] Kyle: [awed by this act of mercy] I don't believe it. Stephen: So, so what happens now? Chief Scientist: Now we have hope. We've learned that we might never get back our old lives, but by working together, we just might find a new way to- [a plume of flame attacks the pangolin and the Chief Scientist. Behind this act is President Garrison with a flamethrower. Garrison doesn't let up until the Chief Scientist no longer screams.] Garrison: Don't forget to get out and vote, everybody! Big election coming up. [turns around and walks away] Scene Description: Tegridy Farms, evening. A banner covers the sign: "CLOSED DUE TO FIRES" Radio reporter: And since the students broke quarantine, all South Park residents are now exposed and under complete lockdown for the unforeseeable future. [a wall of flames looms in the distance. Death appears in the field, then gets on his bike and rides away. Randy looks at his phone. The lock screen has a picture of his family in it.] Randy: How do I even begin to apologize? You guys were right. I think all the marijuana really did go to my head. You said it: a drug is a drug, and... I'm not who I used to be. It's time for me to own up to everything. It's time everyone knew what started this pandemic. [walks into the house and upstairs, and enters his bedroom. He finds Sharon asleep and walks to the bed] Hey, Sharon, I need to talk to you. [sits down] I'm not as strong as you are, Sharon. I can't deal with hard times the way that you can. [Sharon sits up, and her new mustache is quite visible] Sharon: If you're ready to talk, I'm ready to listen, Randy. [Randy looks at her and has no words] What? Randy: ...You want nothing to do with the Pandemic Special. Sharon: No. I don't smoke marijuana, Randy. Randy: Uh huh. [gets up and walks off] Sharon: Well, what did you want to talk to me about? Randy: I just... think maybe I'm gonna do a few more specials. You got some shit on your face. [leaves the room. Sharon reaches for her upper lip]

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41153.7. Our destination is planet Deneb Four, beyond which lies the great unexplored mass of the galaxy. My orders are to examine Farpoint, a starbase built there by the inhabitants of that world. Meanwhile, I am becoming better acquainted with my new command, this Galaxy Class USS Enterprise. I am still somewhat in awe of its size and complexity. As for my crew, we are short in several key positions, most notably a first officer, but I am informed that a highly experienced man, one Commander William Riker, will be waiting to join our ship at our Deneb Four destination. Picard: You will agree, Data, that Starfleet's orders are difficult? Data: Difficult? Simply solve the mystery of Farpoint Station. Picard: As simple as that. Troi: Farpoint Station. Even the name sounds mysterious. Picard: It's hardly simple, Data, to negotiate a friendly agreement for Starfleet to use the base while at the same time snoop around finding how and why the life form there built it. Data: Inquiry. The word snoop? Picard: Data, how can you be programmed as a virtual encyclopedia of human information without knowing a simple word like snoop? Data: Possibility, a kind of human behavior I was not designed to emulate. Picard: It means to spy, to sneak. Data: Ah! To seek covertly, to go stealthily, to slink, slither Picard: Exactly, yes. Data: Glide, creep, skulk, pussyfoot, gumshoe. Troi: Captain, I'm sensing a powerful mind. Torres: Something strange on the detector circuits. Data: It registers as solid, Captain. Troi: Or an incredibly powerful forcefield. But if we collide with either it could be very Picard: Shut off that damned noise. Go to Yellow Alert. Worf: Shields and deflectors up, sir. Picard: Reverse power, full stop. Torres: Controls to full stop, sir. Now reading full stop, sir. Q: Thou are notified that thy kind hath infiltrated the galaxy too far already. Thou art directed to return to thine own solar system immediately. Picard: That's quite a directive. Would you mind identifying what you are? Q: We call ourselves the Q. Or thou mayst call me that. It's all much the same thing. Q: I present myself to thee as a fellow ship captain, that thou mayst better understand me. Go back whence thou camest. Stay where thou art! Picard: Data, call medics. Troi: He's frozen. Picard: He would not have injured you. Do you recognize this, the stun setting? Q: Knowing humans as thou dost, Captain, wouldst thou be captured helpless by them? Now, go back or thou shalt most certainly die. Picard: Captain's log, supplementary. The frozen form of Lieutenant Torres has been rushed to sickbay. The question now is the incredible power of the Q being. Do we dare oppose it? Q: Captain, thy little centuries go by so rapidly. Perhaps thou will better understand this. Q: Actually, the issue at stake is patriotism. You must return to your world and put an end to the commies. All it takes is a few good men. Picard: What? That nonsense is centuries behind us. Q: But you can't deny that you're still a dangerous, savage child race. Picard: Most certainly I deny it. I agree we still were when humans wore costumes like that, four hundred years ago. Q: At which time you slaughtered millions in silly arguments about how to divide the resources of your little world. And four hundred years before that you were murdering each other in quarrels over tribal god-images. Since there are no indications that humans will ever change. Picard: But even when we wore costumes like that we'd already started to make rapid progress. Q: Oh yeah? You want to review your rapid progress? Q: Rapid progress, to where humans learned to control their military with drugs. Worf: Sir, sickbay reports Lieutenant Torres's condition is better. Q: Oh, concern for one's fellow comrade. How touching. Worf: And now a personal request, sir. Permission to clean up the bridge. Tasha: Lieutenant Worf is right, sir. As Security Chief I can't just stand here and let Picard: Yes you can, Lieutenant Yar. Q: Oh, better. And later, on finally reaching deep space, humans of course found enemies to fight out there too. And to broaden those struggles you again found allies for still more murdering. The same old story, all over again. Picard: No. The same old story is the one we're meeting now. Self-righteous life forms who are eager not to learn but to prosecute, to judge anything they don't understand or can't tolerate. Q: What an interesting idea. Prosecute and judge. Suppose it turns out we understand you humans only too well. Picard: We've no fear of what the true facts about us will reveal. Q: Facts about you? Splendid, splendid, Captain! You're a veritable fountain of good ideas. There are preparations to make, but when we next meet, Captain, we'll proceed exactly as you suggest. Worf: Sir, respectfully submit our only choice is to fight. Tasha: Fight, or try to escape. Picard: Sense anything, Commander? Troi: Its mind is much too powerful. Recommend we avoid contact. Picard: From this point, no station aboard, repeat no station, for any reason will make use of transmitted signals or intercom. We'll try and take them by surprise. Let's see what this galaxy class starship can do. Lieutenant, inform engine room to prepare for maximum acceleration. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Records search, Data. Results of detaching saucer section at high warp velocity. Data: Inadvisable at any warp speed, sir. Picard: Search theoretical. Data: It is possible, sir. But absolutely no margin for error. Picard: Using print-out only, notify all decks to prepare for maximum acceleration. Now hear this, Maximum, you're entitled to know, means that we'll be pushing our engines well beyond safety limits. Our hope is to surprise whatever that is out there, try and outrun it. Our only other option is to tuck tail between our legs and return to Earth as they demand. Worf: Engine room ready, sir. Troi: The board shows green, Captain. All go. Picard: Stand by. Engage. Worf: Velocity warp nine point two. Data: Heading three five one mark eleven, sir. Picard: Steady on that. Tasha: The hostile is now giving chase, sir. Accelerating fast. Worf: We're now at warp nine point three, sir, which takes us past the red line, sir. Picard: Continue accelerating. Counselor, at this point I'm open to guesses about what we've just met. Troi: It it felt like something beyond what we'd consider a life form. Picard: Beyond? Troi: Very, very advanced, sir, or certainly very, very different. Worf: We're at nine point four, sir. Tasha: Hostile is now beginning to overtake us, sir. Picard: Are you sure? Data: Hostile's velocity is already warp nine point six, sir. Shall I put them on the main viewer? Picard: Reverse angle. Data: Magnifying viewer image. Tasha: Hostile's velocity is nine point seven, sir. Picard: Worf, inform the engine room we need more. Data: Engine room attempting to comply, sir, but they caution us Picard: Go to yellow alert. Arm aft photon torpedoes. Place them on ready status. Tasha: Torpedoes to ready, sir. Tasha: Hostile now at warp nine point eight, sir. Worf: Our velocity is only nine point five, sir. Data: Projection, sir. We may be able to match hostile's nine point eight, sir. But at extreme risk. Tasha: Now reading the hostile at warp nine point nine, sir. Picard: Now hear this. Print-out message, urgent, all stations on all decks. Prepare for emergency saucer sever. You will command the saucer section, Lieutenant. Worf: I am a Klingon, sir. For me to seek escape when my Captain goes into battle. Picard: You are a Starfleet officer, Lieutenant. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Make the mark, Data. Note in ship's log that at this startime, I'm transferring command to the battle bridge. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41153.7. Preparing to detach saucer section. so that families and the majority of the ship's company can seek relative safety while the vessel's stardrive, containing the battle bridge and main armaments, will turn back and confront the mystery that is threatening us. Picard: Lieutenant, your torpedoes must detonate close enough to the hostile to blind it at the moment we separate. Tasha: Understood, sir. Troi: All decks acknowledging, sir. Picard: Worf, this is the Captain. Picard: At the moment of separation, we will reverse power just enough to get your saucer section out ahead and clear of us. Worf: Understood, Captain. Tasha: Torpedoes away, sir. Picard: Begin countdown. Mark. Data: Starship separation in six, five, four, three, two, one. Data: Separation is successful, sir. Tasha: Torpedoes have detonated, sir. Picard: Let's come to a stop. Reverse power. Data: Reverse power. Decelerating. Picard: Dead stop. We'll hold this position and wait for them. Troi: That will bring them here in just minutes, sir. Tasha: Will we make a fight of it, Captain? If we can at least damage their ship we'll have a chance Picard: Lieutenant, are you recommending we fight a life form that can do all those things? I'd like to hear your advice. Tasha: I spoke before I thought, sir. We should look for some way to distract them from going after the saucer. O'Brien: All forward motion stopped, sir. Picard: Thank you, conn. Commander, signal the following in all languages and on all frequencies. We surrender. State that we are not asking for any terms or conditions. Troi: Aye, sir. All language forms and frequencies. Bailiff: The prisoners will all stand. Data: Historically intriguing, Captain. Very, very accurate. Picard: Mid twenty first century. The post-atomic horror. Bailiff: All present, stand and make respectful attention to honored Judge. Troi: Careful, sir. This is not an illusion or a dream. Picard: But these courts happened in the past. Troi: I don't understand either, but this is real. Soldier: Get to your feet, criminals! Data: At least we are acquainted with the judge, Captain. Soldier: Attention! On your feet. Attention! Q: You are out of order. The prisoners will not be harmed until they are found guilty. Dispose of that. Picard: Can we assume you mean this will be a fair trial? Q: Yes, absolutely equitable. Proceed. Bailiff: Before this gracious court now appear these prisoners to answer for the multiple and grievous savageries of their species. How plead you, criminal? Data: If I may, Captain? Objection, your honor. In the year 2036, the new United Nations declared that no Earth citizen could be made to answer for the crimes of his race or forbears. Q: Objection denied. This is a court of the year 2079, by which time more rapid progress had caused all United Earth nonsense to be abolished. Picard: Tasha, no. Tasha: I must! Because I grew up on a world that allowed things like this court. And it was people like these that saved me from it. This so-called court should get down on its knees to what Starfleet is, what it represents. Troi: You barbarian! This woman Bailiff: Criminals keep silence! Picard: You've got a lot to learn about humans if you think you can torture us or frighten us into silence. Will she live? Data: Uncertain. When he froze Lieutenant Torres on the Bridge, we had our Sickbay to help thaw him out. Bailiff: You will answer the charges, criminals. Picard: Or what? Or this? Her death? Or worse? You promised the prisoners will not be harmed. We plead nothing so long as you break your own rules. Q: I suggest you center your attention on this trial, Captain. It may be your only hope. Picard: I suggest you are now having second thoughts it. You are considering that if you conduct a fair trial, which was your promise, you may lose. Q: Lose? Picard: Yes, even though you're judge and prosecutor. Q: And jury. Picard: Accepted, so long as you keep to your agreement. And assaulting prisoners is hardly a fair trial. Q: This is a merciful court. Silence! Continuing these proceedings, I must caution you that legal trickery is not permitted. This is a court of Picard: court of fact! We humans know our past, even when we're ashamed of it. I recognize this court system as the one that agreed with that line from Shakespeare. Kill all the lawyers. Q: Which was done. Picard: Which led to the rule guilty until proven innocent. Q: Of course. Bringing the innocent to trial would be unfair. You will now answer to the charge of being a grievously savage race. Picard: Grievously savage could mean anything. I will answer only specific charges. Q: Are you certain you want a full disklosure of human ugliness? So be it, fool! Present the charges. Bailiff: Criminal, you will read the charges to the court. Picard: I see no charges against us, Your Honor. Q: You are out of order! Q: Soldiers, you will press those triggers if this criminal answers with any word other than guilty. Criminal, how plead you? Picard: Guilty. Provisionally. Q: The Court will hear the provision. Picard: We question whether this court is abiding by its own trial instructions. Have I have permission to have Commander Data repeat the record? Q: There will be no legal trickery Picard: These will be your own words, your Honor. What exactly what followed his Honor's statement that the prisoner will not be harmed? Data: Yes, sir. The Captain had asked the question. Can we assume you mean this will be a fair trial? And in reply the judge stated, yes, absolutely equitable. Q: Irrelevant testimony, entirely irrelevant. Picard: Alright! We agree there is evidence to support the court's contention that humans have been savage. Therefore I say test us. Test whether this is presently true of humans. Q: I see, I see. And so you petition the Court to accept you and your comrades as proof of what humanity has become. Picard: There must be many ways we can be tested. We have a long mission ahead of us. Q: Another brilliant suggestion, Captain. But your test hardly requires a long mission. Your immediate destination offers far more challenge than you can possibly imagine. Yes, this Farpoint station will be an excellent test. Bailiff: All present, respectfully stand. Q: This trial is adjourned, to allow the criminals to be tested. Bailiff: This honorable court is adjourned. Stand respectfully. Q: Captain, you may find you are not nearly clever enough to deal with what lies ahead for you. It may have been better to accept sentence here. Data: What is present course, conn? O'Brien: It's what it's been all along, sir. Direct heading to Farpoint Station. Data: Confirm. We are on that heading, sir. O'Brien: Know anything about Farpoint Station, sir? Sounds like a fairly dull place. Picard: We've heard that we may find it rather interesting. Personal log, Commander William Riker. Stardate 41153.7. The USS Hood has dropped me off at Farpoint Station, where I await the arrival of the new USS Enterprise to which I have been assigned as First Officer. Meanwhile I have been asked to visit the Farpoint Administrator's Office, in the old city. Zorn: Ah, Commander Riker, I thought you'd want to know we've still no word from your vessel. I trust we made your waiting comfortable? Riker: Luxurious is more like it. Zorn: Good. Good. Riker: Would I seem ungrateful if I ask for some information? Zorn: Anything. Riker: Fascinating, the advanced materials used in constructing this space station. Your energy supply must be as abundant as I've heard. Zorn: Geothermal energy is the one great blessing of this planet. I'll have all the details of that sent to your quarters. Riker: Thank you. But it still seems incredible to me that you could have constructed this station so rapidly and so, so perfectly suited to our needs. Zorn: Would your care for an Earth delicacy, Commander? Riker: If there's an apple? Zorn: I'm sorry, Commander. Riker: It doesn't matter. What I was saying was I'll be damned. Zorn: Ah yes, there was another selection here Riker: Groppler, I could have sworn it wasn't here a minute ago. Zorn: And did your failure to notice it make it unwelcome? Riker: Not at all, Groppler. Zorn: I trust it will be the same with Farpoint Station, Commander. A few easily answered questions about it won't make Starfleet appreciate it less. Riker: And it's delicious. Thank you. Good morning, Groppler Zorn. Zorn: Good morning. Zorn: You have been told not to do that. Why can't you understand? It will arouse their suspicion. And if that happens, we will have to punish you. We will, I promise you. Riker: Doctor Crusher! Wesley: Mother, it's Commander Riker. Riker: Hello, Wes. Enjoying Farpoint Station? Wesley: Yes, sir. Riker: I saw you. I thought I might join you for a stroll. Crusher: Actually, we were about to do some shopping. Riker: I've been meaning to visit the mall myself. Crusher: Of course. Wesley: If you're wondering about Mom, Commander Riker, she's not unfriendly. She's just shy around men she doesn't know. Crusher: Wesley! I believe that means he would like us to be friends. Riker: I'm willing, Doctor. Although we're not officially part of the Enterprise, I thought there might be something useful we can do while we wait. Crusher: Useful? How, Commander? Riker: Investigating some things that I've noticed since I've been here. The last was a piece of fruit. Crusher: Gold would be lovely with this. I am sure, Commander, there are reasons for a first officer to want to demonstrate his energy and alertness to a new captain. But since my duty and interests are outside the command structure Riker: Isn't it remarkable they happen to have exactly what you asked for? Crusher: Thank you. I'll take the entire bolt. Send it to our starship when it arrives. Charge to Doctor Crusher. Riker: Let's see, where were we? Crusher: I was accusing you of inventing work in order to curry favor with our new captain. I apologize. Wesley: Mom, that gold pattern wasn't there. Crusher: Maybe this is something Jean-Luc would like looked into. Riker: Jean-Luc Picard? You know the Captain? Wesley: When I was little, he brought my father's body home to us. Crusher: Yes, Wes, long, long ago. A pleasure to meet you, Commander. You will excuse us. Riker: My pleasure, Doctor. Wes. Wesley: Sir? Riker: See you on board. Wesley: Yes, sir. Laforge: Sir, the Enterprise is arriving Riker: Is this an official report, Lieutenant? Laforge: Sorry, Commander. Sir, Lieutenant La Forge reporting. The Enterprise arriving, but without the saucer section, sir. Riker: Stardrive section only? What happened? Laforge: I don't know, sir. Captain Picard has signaled for you to beam up immediately. Riker: Our new captain doesn't waste time. It's a good idea. Thank you, Lieutenant. Laforge: Aye, sir. Riker: Enterprise, this is Commander Riker at Farpoint Station. Standing by to beam up. Tasha: Lieutenant Yar of Security, sir. Captain Picard will see you on the Battle Bridge. Riker: With the saucer gone, I assume something interesting happened on your way here? Tasha: Battle bridge. That's for the Captain to explain, sir. Picard: Do we have clearance? Data: Aye, sir, into the standard parking orbit. Picard: Make it so. Tasha: Commander Riker, sir. Riker: Riker, WT, reporting as ordered, sir. Picard: Is the viewer ready? Tasha: All set up, sir. Picard: We'll first bring you up to date on a little adventure we had on our way here, Commander. Then we'll talk. Welcome aboard. Tasha: This way, sir. (She sits him down in front of a screen and runs a tape of the Q encounter on the Bridge) Q: Thou art directed to return to thine own solar system immediately. Go back or thou shalt most certainly die. You can't deny you're still a dangerous, savage, child race. Data: Message from the saucer module, sir. It will arrive here in fifty one minutes. Picard: Inform them we'll connect as soon as they arrive. And sent the Commander to me when he's finished. Tasha: Yes, sir. Q: And four hundred years before that, you were murdering each other in quarrels over tribal god images. Since then there are no indications that humans will ever change. There are preparations to make, and when we next meet, Captain, we'll proceed exactly as you suggest. Riker: He calls that a little adventure? Picard: Come. Riker: Not exactly a run of the mill happening, Captain. Picard: It seems we're alive only because we have been placed on probation. A very serious kind of probation. Go. Data: The saucer module is now entering orbit with us, sir. Picard: Acknowledged. Commander Riker will conduct a manual docking. Picard out. Riker: Sir? Picard: You've reported in, haven't you? You are qualified? Riker: Yes, sir. Picard: Then I mean now, Commander. Data: They say you will be doing this manually, sir. No automation. Riker: As ordered. Riker: Velocity to one half meter per second. Adjust pitch angle, negative three degrees. Watch your roll angle, conn. All stations, prepare for reconnection. Thrusters to station keeping. All velocity zero. Her inertia should do the job now. Lock up now. Picard: A fairly routine maneuver but you handled it quite well. Riker: Thank you, sir. I hope I showed some promise. Picard: I do have some questions for you though. Riker: Yes, sir, I thought you might. Picard: I see in your file that Captain DeSoto thinks very highly of you. One curious thing, however, you refused to let him beam down to Altair Three. Riker: In my opinion, sir, Altair Three was too dangerous to risk exposing the Captain. Picard: I see. A Captain's rank means nothing to you. Riker: Rather the reverse, sir. But a Captain's life means a great deal to me. Picard: Isn't it just possible that you don't get to be a Starfleet Captain without knowing whether it's safe to beam down or not? Isn't it a little presumptuous of a first officer to second guess his captain's judgment? Riker: Permission to speak candidly, sir? Picard: Always. Riker: Having been a first officer yourself, you know that assuming that responsibility must by definition include the safety of the captain. I have no problem with following any rules you lay down, short of compromising your safety. Picard: And you don't intend to back off that position? Riker: No, sir, Picard: One further thing. A special favor. Riker: Anything, sir. Picard: Using the same kind of strength you showed with Captain DeSoto, I would appreciate it if you can keep me from making an ass of myself with children. Riker: Sir? Picard: I'm not a family man, Riker, and yet, Starfleet has given me a ship with children aboard. Riker: Yes, sir. Picard: And I don't feel comfortable with children. But, since a captain needs an image of geniality, you're to see that's what I project. Riker: Aye, sir. Picard: Welcome to the Enterprise, Commander Riker. Crusher: Naturally I've heard of your case. The visor implants you wear Laforge: Is a remarkable piece of bio-electronic engineering by which I quote see much of the EM spectrum ranging from simple heat and infrared through radio waves et cetera, et cetera, and forgive me if I've said and listened to this a thousand times before. Crusher: You've been blind all your life? Laforge: I was born this way. Crusher: And you've felt pain all the years that you've used this? Laforge: They say it's because I use my natural sensors in different ways. Crusher: Well, I see two choices. The first is painkillers. Laforge: Which would affect how this works. No. Choice number two? Crusher: Exploratory surgery. Desensitize the brain areas troubling you. Laforge: Same difference. No, thank you, Doctor. Crusher: I understand. Laforge: See you. Worf: Yes sir? Riker: Where will I find Commander Data? Worf: Commander Data is on special assignment, sir. He's using our shuttlecraft to transfer an admiral over to the Hood. Riker: An admiral? Worf: He's been aboard all day, sir, checking over medical layout. Riker: Why a shuttlecraft? Why wouldn't he just beam over? Worf: I suppose he could, sir, but the Admiral's a rather remarkable man. Mccoy: Have you got some reason you want my atoms scattered all over space, boy? Data: No sir. But at your age, sir, I thought you shouldn't have to put up with the time and trouble of a shuttlecraft. Mccoy: Hold it right there, boy. Data: Sir? Mccoy: What about my age? Data: Sorry, sir. If that subject troubles you Mccoy: Troubles me? What's so damned troubling about not having died? How old do you think I am? Data: One hundred thirty seven years, Admiral, according to Starfleet records. Mccoy: Explain how you remember that so exactly. Data: I remember every fact I am exposed to, sir. Mccoy: I don't see any points on your ears, boy, but you sound like a Vulcan. Data: No, sir. I'm an android. Mccoy: Almost as bad. Data: I thought it was generally accepted, sir, that Vulcans are an advanced and most honorable race. Mccoy: They are, they are. And damned annoying at times. Data: Yes, sir. Mccoy: Well, this is a new ship, but she's got the right name. Now you remember that, you hear. Data: I will, sir. Mccoy: You treat her like a lady, and she'll always bring you home. Picard: Did you signal the Hood, Commander Riker? Riker: Your exact message. Bon voyage mon ami. Picard: What was my answer, computer? Q: You're wasting time, Captain. Or did you think I was gone? Picard: Lieutenant! Do you intend to blast a hole through the viewer? If the purpose of this is to test humans, your honor, we must proceed in our own way. Q: You are dilatory. You have twenty four hours. Any further delay and you risk summary judgment against you, Captain. Worf: Sorry, sir Riker: You reacted fast, Mister Worf. Picard: But futilely. Worf: I will learn to do better, sir. Picard: Of course you will. We've a long voyage ahead of us. Riker: What do we do now, Captain? With them monitoring our every move and every word. Picard: We do exactly what we would do if this Q never existed. If we're going to be damned, let's be damned for what we really are. Picard: Personal log, stardate 41153.8. Of the twenty four hours Q allotted us to prove ourselves, eleven have now passed without incident. And yet I cannot forget Q's prediction that we will face some critical test. Riker: This planet's interior heat provides an abundance of geothermal energy, sir. But it's about all this world does offer. Picard: And it's your belief that this is what made it possible for them to construct this base to Starfleet standards? Riker: Yes sir. We have to assume that they've been trading their surplus energy for the construction materials used here. According to our ship's scans, many of the materials used are not found on this world. Picard: Perhaps it's like those incidents you describe in your report as almost magical attempts to please us. Riker: Those events did happen, sir. Picard: None of it suggests anything threatening. If only every life form had as much desire to please. Ready to beam down? I'm looking forward to meeting this Groppler Zorn. Riker: I have a feeling there's more to it than just pleasing us, sir. Picard: As if it's something Q is doing to trick us? Over here. I've asked the Counselor to join us in this meeting. May I introduce our new First Officer, Commander William Riker. Commander Riker, this is our ship's Counselor, Deanna Troi. Troi: Do you remember what I taught you, Imzadi? Can you still sense my thoughts? Troi: A pleasure, Commander. Riker: Likewise, Counselor. Picard: Have the two of you met before? Riker: We have, sir. Picard: Excellent. I consider it important for my key officers know each other's abilities. Troi: We do, sir. We do. Troi: I, too, would never say goodbye, Imzadi. Picard: My crew and I need a bit more information before we make our recommendations to Starfleet. Zorn: No objections to that, but but I'm puzzled over you bringing a Betazoid to this. If her purpose, sir, is to probe my thoughts Troi: I can sense only strong emotions, Groppler. I am only half Betazoid. My father was a Starfleet officer. Zorn: Well, I have nothing to hide, of course. Picard: Good, since we admire what we've seen of your construction techniques. Starfleet may be interested in your constructing starbases elsewhere also. Zorn: We are not interested in building other facilities. Riker: If I may, Captain. Then a trade, Groppler? Some things you need in return for lending us architects and engineers who can demonstrate your techniques. Zorn: Bandi do not enjoy leaving their home world. If Starfleet cannot accept that small weakness, then we will be forced, unhappily, to seek an alliance with someone like the Ferengi, or Picard: Counselor? What is it? Troi: Do you want it described here, sir? Picard: Yes. No secrets here if we're to be all to be friends. Agreed, Groppler? Zorn: We ourselves have nothing to hide, of course. Troi: Pain. Pain. Loneliness. Terrible loneliness. Despair. I'm not sensing the Groppler, sir, or any of his people, but it's something very close to us here. Picard: The source of this, Groppler. Do you have any idea? Zorn: No. No, absolutely not. And I find nothing helpful or productive in any of this! Picard: And that's it? No other comment? Zorn: Well what do you expect of us? We offer you a base designed to your needs, luxurious even by human standards Picard: While evading even our simplest questions about it. We'll adjourn for now while we all reconsider our positions. Zorn: Captain, the Ferengi would be very interested in a base like this. Picard: Fine. I hope they find you as tasty as they did their past associates. Riker: Ensign, can you help me find Commander Data? I understand he's somewhere on this deck. Ensign: This way, sir. You must be new to these Galaxy class starships, sir. Tell me the location of Commander Data. Computer: Lieutenant Commander Data now located in Holodeck area 4J. Ensign: And as you see, sir, it's pointing you that way. Riker: Thank you Ensign: You're welcome, sir. Computer: The next hatchway on your right. Riker: Thank you. Computer: You're welcome, Commander Riker. And if you care to enter, Commander? Riker: I do. Riker: Hello? Data: Marvelous. How easily humans do that. I still need much practice. Riker: There are some puzzles down on the planet that the Captain wants answered. He suggests that I take you with me on the away team that I'll be leading. Data: I shall endeavor to function adequately, sir. Riker: Yes. When the captain suggested you, I looked up your record. Data: Yes, sir. A wise procedure, sir, always. Riker: Then your rank of Lieutenant Commander is honorary? Data: No, sir. Starfleet class of '78. Honors in probability mechanics and exobiology. Riker: Your file says that you're an Data: Machine, Correct, sir. Does that trouble you? Riker: To be honest, yes, a little. Data: Understood, sir. Prejudice is very human. Riker: Now that does trouble me. Do you consider yourself superior to us? Data: I am superior, sir, in many ways, but I would gladly give it up to be human. Riker: Nice to meet you, Pinocchio. A joke. Data: Ah. Intriguing. Riker: You're going to be an interesting companion, Mister Data. Data: This woodland pattern is quite popular, sir. Perhaps because it duplicates Earth so well. Coming here almost makes me feel human myself. Riker: I didn't believe these simulations could be this real. Data: Much of it is real, sir. If the transporters can convert our bodies to an energy beam, then back to the original pattern again Riker: Yes, of course. And these rocks and vegetation have much simpler patterns. Data: Correct, sir. The rear wall. Riker: I can't see it. Data: We're right next to it. Riker: Incredible! Wesley: Commander Riker! Wesley: Commander Riker, isn't this great? This is one of the simpler patterns. They've got thousands more. Some you just can't believe. Riker: Careful, the next rock is loose! Riker: Wesley! Wesley: Wow! Riker: Mister Data has agreed to join me on the away team, Captain. Picard: Very good, Commander. Wesley: Sir, maybe I should get something to wipe this water up. Picard: Good idea. Wesley: There's a low gravity gymnasium, too. It'd be hard to get bored on this ship. Crusher: Good. Wesley: Mom, could you get me a look at the Bridge? Crusher: That's against the Captain's standing orders. Wesley: Are you afraid of the Captain too? Crusher: I certainly am not. Wesley: But Captain Picard is a pain, isn't he? Crusher: Your father liked him very much. Great explorers are often lonely. No chance to have a family. Wesley: Just a look, at the Bridge. I'll stay in the turbolift when the doors open. I won't get off. Crusher: You are asking for trouble, Wes. We'll see what we can do. Tasha: Recommend that someone could begin by examining the underside of the station, sir. Troi: Our sensors do show some passages, sir. Perhaps you and I? Riker: Tasha, you and the Counselor. And, Geordi, I want your eyes down there. You and I will start with topside. Riker: Have you noticed anything unusual? Data: I can't see as well as Geordi, sir, but so far the material seems rather very ordinary. Riker: Construction records? Data: Construction records show this to be almost identical to that which Starfleet uses. Tasha: Team Leader. Tasha: We've found something interesting. We're in a passageway directly under the station, sir. Laforge: But these tunnel walls are something I've never seen before, sir. Riker: How are you examining them? Laforge: In every way. Laforge: Microscopically, thermally, electromagnetically. None of it is familiar. Riker: What about you, Troi? Troi: Sir, I've avoided opening my mind. Whatever I felt in the Groppler's office became very uncomfortable. Riker: I'm sorry, Counselor, but you must. We need more information. Troi: Pain. Such pain! Pain! Riker: Hang on, I'm coming. Enterprise, lock us onto her signal. Riker: I'm sorry. Close your mind to the pain. Troi: Unhappiness. Terrible despair. Riker: Who? Troi: I don't know. No life form anything like us. Riker: What in the hell kind of place is this? Geordi, what do you see? Laforge: Well, it's of no material I recognize, sir, or have even heard of. Picard: Children are not allowed on the Bridge. Crusher: Permission to report to the captain Picard: Doctor Crusher. Crusher: Captain. Sir, my son is not on the Bridge. He merely accompanied me on the turbolift. Picard: Your son? Crusher: His name's Wesley. You last saw him years ago when Picard: Well, as long as he's here. I knew your father, Wesley. Want a look around? Picard: But don't touch anything! Try it out. The panel on your right is for log entries, library computer access and retrieval, viewscreen control, intercoms, and so on. Here we have Wesley: And here, the backup conn and ops panels, plus shield and armory controls. Picard: The forward viewscreen is controlled from the ops position there Wesley: Which uses high resolution, multi-spectral imaging sensor systems Picard: How the hell do you know that, boy? Wesley: Perimeter alert, Captain! Crusher: Wesley! Wesley: I'm sorry. Crusher: You shouldn't have touched anything Picard: Off the bridge! Both of you. Worf: You have a perimeter alert, sir. Crusher: As my son tried to tell you! Picard: Picard. Go ahead. Security: Ship's sensors have detected the presence of a vessel approaching this planet. No ship is scheduled to arrive at this time, sir. Picard: Have Commander Riker and his team beam back up. Security, could that be the Hood returning here? Security: The vessel does not match the Hood's configuration or ID signal. Picard: Put it on main viewer. Identification? Worf: Vessel unknown, configuration unknown, sir. Picard: Hail it. Worf: We've been trying, sir. No response. Picard: Raise all shields, phasers at ready. Worf: Shields up, sir. Phasers ready. Picard: Get me Groppler Zorn. And continue universal greetings on all frequencies. Zorn: This is Zorn, Captain. Picard: Zorn, an unidentified vessel has entered into orbit with us. Picard: Do you know who it is? Zorn: There are no ships scheduled to arrive until Picard: I asked if you knew who it is. You mentioned the Ferengi Alliance to me. Zorn: But we have had no dealings with them. It was only a, a thought. Picard: Are you certain? Zorn: I promise you, Captain. Zorn: We were making an empty threat. I wanted your cooperation. Forgive me. Worf: Definitely entering orbital trajectory, sir. Security: It measures twelve times our volume, Captain. Worf: Sensors say we were just scanned, sir. Tasha: Pain again? Riker: Troi, you've been at it enough. Troi: No, I feel close to an answer of some kind. Data: Commander, something down here is shielding our communicators. Troi: Yes, that's exactly the feeling I've been reading. As if someone doesn't want us to be in touch with our ship. Riker: Come on, let's get to the surface. Worf: There is no computer record of any such vessel, sir. Nothing even close. Security: Still no response, sir. We've done everything but threaten them. Picard: Sensor scans, Mister Worf. Worf: Our sensor signals seem to just bounce off. Something's happening, sir. They're firing on Farpoint, sir! Picard: Bring photon torpedoes to ready! Worf: Wait, sir. They're hitting the old Bandi city, not Farpoint Station. Troi: Those stairs are where we entered down here, sir. Laforge: At this point, it becomes ordinary stone, sir. Matching what's above. Tasha: My God! Was that a phaser blast? Data: Negative. But something similar. Riker: You, Tasha, and Geordi will beam up to the ship. Now, come on, I want to see exactly what's happening. Troi: Don't. If you should be hurt Riker: You have your orders, Lieutenant. Carry them out. Troi: Yes sir, I'm sorry, sir. Enterprise, three to beam up. Zorn: Enterprise, Enterprise, come in! Help us, please! What shall we do? Zorn: Enterprise, help us, please! Picard: Tune that down! Commander Riker, come in. Can you hear me? Riker: Riker to Enterprise, come in. Picard: Commander Riker, come in. Where are you? Riker: With Data, on the edge of the old city, sir. It's being hit hard, sir. Picard: And Farpoint Station? Any damage there? Riker: Negative on damage to Farpoint, sir. Whoever they are, it seems they're carefully avoiding hitting the station. Picard: It's from an unidentified vessel that's entered into orbit with us here. Picard: No ID, no answer to our signals. Riker: The old Bandi city's being hit hard, sir. Many casualties very probable. Picard: Understand, Commander. Picard: Would you object to your Captain ordering a clearly illegal kidnapping? Riker: No objection, sir. Picard: Groppler Zorn may have the answers we need. Get him. Bring him here. Riker: Aye, sir. Picard: They're forcing a difficult decision on me, Counselor. Troi: But I doubt protecting the Bandi would violate the Prime Directive. True, they are not actual allies, but Picard: We are in the midst of diplomatic discussions with them. Lieutenant, lock phasers on that vessel. Tasha: Phasers locked on, Captain. Q: Typical. So typical. Savage lifeforms never follow even their own rules. Picard: Get off my bridge! Q: Interesting, that order about phasers. Tasha: Standing by on phasers, Captain. Q: Please, don't let me interfere. Use your weapons. Picard: We've no idea who is on that vessel. My order was a routine safety precaution. Q: Really? No idea of what it represents? The meaning of that vessel is as plain, as plain as the noses on your ugly little primate faces. And if you were truly civilized, Captain, wouldn't you be doing something about the casualties happening down there? Picard: Captain to CMO. Picard: Are you reading any of this? Crusher: Medical teams already preparing to beam down, Captain. Picard: Compliments on that, Doctor. Any questions? Starfleet people are trained to render aid and assistance whenever Q: But not trained in clear thinking. Picard: Let's consider your thoughts. You call us savages and yet you knew those people down there would be killed. It is your conduct that is uncivilized. Worf: Sir, they're firing on the planet again. Picard: Go to maneuvering jets. Position us between that vessel and the planet. Force fields full on. Worf: Aye, sir. Impulse power to We have no ship control, sir. It's gone! Data: Are you undamaged? Riker: Yes. You? Data: All systems operating. Zorn: Please! Make it stop! You can drive it away! Riker: Drive who away, Groppler? Zorn: I don't know. Data: Unlikely, sir. Our records show that you supervised all Bandi contact with other worlds. Zorn: We done nothing anything wrong! Riker: Then if we can learn nothing from you, we'll leave. Zorn: No! Oh no, please, don't leave. I'll try to explain. Riker: First officer to Enterprise. We've lost Zorn. Something like a transporter beam seems to have snatched him away. Riker: Question, sir, could it be this Q? Q: None of you knows who transported him. You're running out of time, Captain. Troi: Captain, suddenly I'm sensing something else. Satisfaction. Enormous satisfaction. Picard: From the same source as before? Troi: No, that was on the planet. This is much closer. Q: Excellent, Counselor. He's such a dullard, isn't he? Crew: Captain from Transporter Room. First Officer and Mister Data have beamed aboard. Q: Excellent also. Perhaps with more of these little minds helping Picard: That is enough, damn it! Q: Have you forgotten that we have an agreement, Picard: An agreement which you are at this moment breaking by taking over our vessel, interfering with my decisions. Either leave or finish us. Q: Temper, temper, mon Capitaine. I'm merely trying to assist a pitiful species. But perhaps I will leave if Commander Riker provides me with some amusement. Picard: Do nothing that he asks. Q: But I ask so little, and it's so necessary if you're to solve all this. Beam over there with your what do you call it? Your away team. Picard: I'll risk none of my crew on that unknown. Q: You should already know what you'll find there. Or perhaps it's too adult a puzzle for you. Riker: With all respect, Captain, I want to beam over there. Q: You show promise, my good fellow. Riker: Have you understood any part of what he's tried to tell you? Humanity is no longer a savage race. Q: But you must still prove that. Picard: At least you impressed him, Number One. That's hopeful. Riker: Thank you, Captain. Captain, if he's not open to evidence in our favor, where will you go from there? Picard: I'll attend to my duty. Riker: To the bitter end? Picard: I see nothing so bitter about that. Crusher: Can I help you, Captain? Picard: I didn't want you thinking me harsh. Cold blooded. Crusher: Why oh why would I ever think that. Picard: I didn't welcome you aboard personally, professionally. I made you come to me on the Bridge. I yelled at your son. Who, as you pointed out, was quite correct. He does seem to have a very good grasp of starship operations. Crusher: You've just won this mother's heart, Captain. Picard: Ah, but, now, your assignment here. I would consider and approve you a transfer for you. Crusher: Oh. You consider me unqualified? Picard: Hardly. Your service record shows you're just the Chief Medical Officer I want. Crusher: Then you must object to me personally. Picard: I'm trying to be considerate of your feelings, Doctor. For you to work with a commanding officer who would continually remind you of a terrible personal tragedy. Crusher: If I had had any objections to serving with you, I wouldn't have requested this assignment, Captain. Picard: You requested this posting? Crusher: My feelings about my husband's death will have no effect on the way I serve you, this vessel, or this mission. Picard: Ah. Then, welcome aboard, Doctor. Riker: Riker to Picard. We're ready to beam over, sir. Picard: I, er, I hope we can be friends? Crusher: Thank you. Riker: Phasers on stun. Energize. Data: Most interesting, sir. Tasha: It's much the same construction we saw in the underground tunnel. Data: But no sound of power. No equipment. Tasha: How does this ship run? Riker: What is it, Troi? Is it the same as you felt down there? Troi: No. This is much more powerful. Full of anger! Hate! Tasha: Toward us? Troi: No. It's directed down toward the old Bandi city. Data: Most intriguing again, sir. The place that this vessel was firing upon was not the Farpoint starbase, but the home of those who constructed. Sorry, sir. I seem to be commenting on everything. Riker: Good. Don't stop, my friend. Riker: Enterprise, Riker. This is turning out to be a very long tunnel or corridor, sir. Riker: No ship's crew in sight. No sign of mechanism or circuitry. No controls or read-outs. This is nothing like any vessel I've seen before. Troi: Groppler Zorn, sir. A great fear just ahead. Troi: There's a different feeling here than in the tunnel. Very different. Zorn: No! Please! No more! Please, no more! Please, please, make it stop! Please! Please! Please! Make it stop! Please! Zorn: No! Please! No more, please! No more! Please! Riker: Zorn. Can you hear me? Zorn: The pain! No! Troi: Has the alien communicated? Zorn: Please! Please! Please, no more! Troi: That's it, sir. It's just one alien that I'm sensing here. Zorn: Please! I don't understand what you want! Troi: Not true. He does know. Zorn: No, please, no more. No more! No, no, no, don't! Worf: Captain! Picard: Transporter chief, yank them back now! Riker, acknowledge! Q: Your time is up, Captain. Picard: Transporter Chief, do you have their coordinates? Transporter Chief! Q: He can't hear you, Captain. Picard: Transporter Chief, come in! I've people in trouble over there, Q. Picard: Everyone at ease. That's an order. Q, my people are in trouble. Let me help them, please. I'll do whatever you say. Q: You'll do whatever I say? Picard: It seems I did make that bargain. Troi: The agreement isn't valid, sir. It wasn't Q that saved us. Q: Save yourself. It may attack you now. Riker: It was that which sent us back, Captain. Troi: Yes sir. It is not merely a vessel, sir. Somehow it is alive. Q: She lies. Destroy it while you have a chance. Make phasers and photon torpedoes ready. Picard: No! Do nothing he demands. Zorn: Captain, that thing was killing my people! Picard: Was there a reason? Q: It is an unknown, Captain. Isn't that enough? Picard: If you'd earned that uniform you're wearing, you'd know that the unknown is what brings us out here. Q: Wasted effort, considering the human intelligence. Picard: Let's test that. Beginning with the tunnels you have under Farpoint, Groppler. Riker: Identical to the ones on the space vessel lifeform over there. Why was it punishing you, Groppler? Picard: In return for some pain you'd given other creature? Zorn: We've done nothing wrong. It was injured. We helped it. Picard: Thank you. That was the missing part. Lieutenant Yar, rig main phaser banks to deliver an energy beam. Tasha: Aye, sir. Riker: You're right, Captain. It has to be conceivable that somewhere in this galaxy there could exist creatures able to convert energy into matter. Picard: And into specific patterns of matter, just as our transporters do. Tasha: On the viewer, Captain! Picard: Groppler, you captured something like that, didn't you? Zorn: Warn my people, please, to leave Farpoint Station immediately! Q: He lies, Captain. Shouldn't you let his people die? Picard: Transmit the message, leave Farpoint Space Station immediately. Troi: Then it was a pair of creatures I was sensing. One down there in grief and pain, the other up here, filled with anger. Data: And firing not on the new space station, but on the Bandi and their city. Picard: Attacking those who had captured, capture its mate. Tasha: Energy beam ready, sir. Picard: Lock it in on Farpoint Station. Q: I see now it was too simple a puzzle. Generosity has always been my weakness. Picard: Let it have whatever it can absorb. Energize. Tasha: Now getting feedback on the beam, sir. Picard: Discontinue. Groppler Zorn, there'll soon be no Farpoint Station, if I'm right about this. Q: A lucky guess. Zorn: Please believe me, we meant no harm to the creature. It was starving for energy. Picard: Which your world furnishes you in plenty. Zorn: We did feed it. Picard: Only enough to keep it alive, so that you could force it to shape itself into whatever form you needed! Troi: Sir! Wonderful! A feeling of great joy. And gratitude. Great joy and gratitude, from both of them. Picard: Why do you use other lifeforms for recreation? Q: If so, you've not provided the best. Picard: Leave us! We've passed your little test. Q: Temper, temper, mon Capitaine. Picard: Get off my ship. Q: I do so only because it suits me to. But I will not promise never to appear again. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41174.2. The agreement for the rebuilding Farpoint Station has been completed per my instructions. Picard: All stations? Data: Ready for departure, sir. Picard: Some problem, Riker? Riker: Just hoping this isn't the usual way our missions will go, sir. Picard: Oh no, Number One. I'm sure most will be much more interesting. Let's see what's out there. Engage.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 41209.2. We are running at warp seven to rendezvous with the science vessel SS Tsiolkovsky, which has been routinely monitoring the collapse of a red super giant star into a white dwarf. What has brought us here is a series of strange messages indicating something has gone wrong aboard the research vessel. Data: SS Tsiolkovsky, repeat your message. Woman: Well hello, Enterprise. Welcome. I hope you have a lot of pretty boys on board, because i'm willing and waiting. In fact, we're going to have a real blow-out here. Man: Do it! Yeah, go ahead. Do it! Data: Captain, what we just heard is impossible. Picard: Report. Data: I believe that last sound we heard was an emergency hatch being blown. Picard: Are you certain? Yes, of course you are. Riker: Data, Geordi, Tasha. Worf: Sensor scan now reveals no life signs aboard, Captain. Riker: Cover the ship as planned. Move out. Data: Indications of what humans would call a wild party? Riker: Their Bridge. If this thing works, be sure to record everything. Riker: You were right. Somebody blew the hatch. They were all sucked out into space. Data: Correction, sir, that's blown out. Riker: Thank you, Data. Data: A common mistake, sir, Tasha: Commander Riker, Lieutenant Yar. Location Engineering. Ten people here, sir, all frozen. No vital signs. Riker: Frozen? How? Tasha: It looks like someone has been playing with the environmental controls, sir. Just let all the heat bleed away into space. Laforge: Sir, Lieutenant La Forge in the crew quarters. Something in here. (He finds a door which is trying to close. He opens it and a corpse falls out into his arms. Riker: Riker to Captain, I have a report for you, sir. Picard: Picard here. Riker: They're all dead. Riker: Apparently some of them were apparently blown out the emergency hatches. Picard: But there were eighty people on that ship, Number One. Riker: Yes sir. Riker: As I said, all dead. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We are downloading the research information gathered on the collapsing star nearby. I am concerned at being in such close orbit, but the Tsiolkovsky's research records will no doubt predict the time of the star's final collapse. Crusher: I can't find anything unusual in any of the tricorder readings they've sent over, Captain. Picard: Give me a theory, Doctor. Anything. Madness? Mass hysteria? Delusion? Troi: Any or all, Captain. Picard: All right. Let's bring the away team back. Set the transporter to maximum decontamination, and then full examination and observation when they're here. Crusher: If you were any more perfect, Data, I'd write you up in a Starfleet medical textbook. Data: I am already listed in several bio-mechanical texts, Doctor. Crusher: Yes of course. You're next, Lieutenant. Crusher: Normal all across. Except, why are you perspiring, Lieutenant? Laforge: I suppose because you have it too hot in here. What else would it be? Riker: That doesn't sound like you, Geordi. Laforge: Well, maybe it's not. Maybe she threw her voice. Hey, it was a joke. Crusher: Of course, but I would like to run one or two more tests on you, Lieutenant. Crusher: Sickbay to Bridge, Picard: Picard here. Go ahead, Doctor. Crusher: I'm confining Lieutenant La Forge to Sickbay until further notice. Picard: Do we have a problem, Doctor? Crusher: I don't know yet. Riker: Data, I need help in locating some library computer information. Data: Specifics, sir? Riker: All I have is a vague memory of reading somewhere about someone taking a shower in his or her clothing. Data: Ah. The body Geordi discovered. Riker: I believe it may have happened before. Data: To someone, somewhere. Riker: This ought to be easy for someone written up in bio-mechanical texts. Data: About that, sir. Did the Doctor believe I was boasting? Riker: Probably. This may take some time. Data: At least several hours. But what I said was a statement of fact. Perhaps she will look it up. Riker: You can depend on it. Crusher: Geordi! Crusher: Security. Lieutenant La Forge just left Sickbay while I was in my office. Crusher: He doesn't have his communicator. It is very important that we find him. Tasha: Security team alert, pick up Lieutenant La Forge. He just left Sickbay moments ago. Captain, anything further? Picard: Affirmative. Make it a ship-wide search, Lieutenant. Wesley: It's a model of the same kind of tractor beam our ship uses with a few ideas of my own added. Laforge: So that's your science project, huh? Wes, you're really something. Wesley: And since the Captain won't let me on the Bridge, I use this to imagine I'm there. Picard: Take the helm, Mister Crusher. Set a course for thirty seven mark one hundred eighty. Warp six. Laforge: It's the Captain's voice. Wesley: It's pieced together from words he's used on the intercom. With this, I can pretend he's ordering me to take the Enterprise anywhere. And listen to this, Picard: Chief Engineer, report to the Bridge. Commander Riker, report to the Bridge. Doctor Crusher, report to the Bridge. Wesley: What do you think? Laforge: I think the Captain's lucky you're on his side. Wesley: But he still won't let me on the Bridge. And there's nothing there I don't understand. Laforge: I wish I understood myself that well. Wesley: Are you okay? Laforge: No, Suddenly I seem to be burning up inside. It's hot in here. Tasha: Geordi? Geordi? Lieutenant Yar in the Observation lounge. Send a team here now. Medical's been worried about you. Laforge: Help me. Help me to not to give in to the wild things coming into my mind, Tasha: Geordi, my job is security, Laforge: Tasha, please. Tasha: Alright. Alright, helping is more important. Geordi, how can I help you? Laforge: Help me to see. Like you do. Tasha: But you already see better than I can. Laforge: I see more. But more isn't better. Tasha: Geordi, please put Laforge: I want to see in shallow, dim, beautiful human ways. Tasha: We'll talk about it, Geordi. Right now I'm going to take you to Sickbay. All right? Laforge: Yeah. Tasha: Okay. Good. Tasha: And then we got him down to Sickbay so Doctor Crusher could examine him. Picard: He wasn't violent? Tasha: No, sir. He was very upset. He kept talking about wanting normal vision. Picard: Thank you, Lieutenant. Crusher: According to our medical readouts, there's still nothing wrong with him. He looks like he's running a temperature but every instrument we have says he's not. Picard: Doctor, every person on that ship over there died. Is there any chance that whatever did it is loose on my ship? Crusher: If you mean a disease, sir, I'd say there's no chance of it. We used full decontamination, we examined every team member very carefully, Picard: The entire crew somehow managed to kill themselves, Doctor. If it's not a disease, what else could have made them do that? Crusher: The obvious alternatives would be in areas of insanity and severe emotional upset. Troi, do you feel anything unusual in the lieutenant? Picard: Security just told me that he was longing for normal eyesight. That's a sudden yearning for that. Troi: Since his records show no previous mention of that, the fact that it's happened now could be important. But all I sense from him is confusion. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was intoxicated. Crusher: Our tests would have shown that. Also any other signs of drugs, hallucinogens or other contaminants. Data: Can you provide more information, sir? Seeking an instance of someone showering in his or her clothing is Riker: I know. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack. Data: Why should anyone wish to expend his time in such a search? Riker: Correction, Data, I should have said proverbial needle in a haystack. Data: Ah, a human proverb! As in folklore, or an historical allusion, or tribal memories Riker: Historical. That's it. I remember I was reading a history of all the past starships named Enterprise. Data: Enterprise history. Aberrant behavior. Medical cross reference, Riker: Captain, I believe we've have the answer to what happened over there. Picard: The Constitution class Enterprise, Captain James T. Kirk commanding. Riker: Similar conditions. They were monitoring a planet that was breaking up, not a collapsing star as in this case. But there were the same huge shifts in gravity, Picard: Which somehow resulted in complex strings of water molecules which acquired carbon from the body and acted on the brain like alcohol. Data, download this information to Medical immediately. Data: Aye, sir. Downloading. Picard: Fascinating! The entire crew going out of control, Riker: Like intoxication, but worse. Judgment almost completely impaired, Picard: Until they found this formula, barely in time. Picard to Doctor Crusher, come in. Crusher: This is Crusher. Go ahead Captain. Picard: You can relax, Doctor. Picard: The answer to all of this is feeding into your medical banks right now. Including a cure. Crusher: Are you certain, Captain? Picard: Absolutely. Troi: Tasha? What are you doing? Tasha: I need your advice. That's why I came to your quarters. Troi: Of course. Anything I can do Tasha: On clothes. You always wear such beautiful clothes off duty. And your hair always looks so nice. I want to change my image. What do you think about this? Or this one? Troi: It's not for you. Tasha, I feel you're very uncertain. Yhat you're fighting something. What is it? Tasha: Never mind. I'll find what I need myself. Ship's stores will have it. Troi: Tasha? Tasha, wait. Troi: Troi to Captain Picard. Picard: Picard here. Troi: Sir, I think Tasha's been infected too. Troi: She just left my quarters, Picard: Counselor, it's not actually an infection. Troi: Yes, sir. It's more like an intoxication. Nut whatever it is, she's got it. Picard: Thank you, Counselor. Number One, it seems our Security Chief has the equivalent of a snootful. Data: Inquiry, sir. Snootful? Picard: Forget it. Wesley: Hey, Mom, look what I can do. Wesley: I've been able to widen and strengthen the beam, just like I told you last night. Crusher: Do me a favor, Wes. There's something happening on this ship. Just to be safe, I'd like you to stay in our quarters until it's solved. Wesley: Sure, Mom, sure. Your wish is my command. Crusher: Now, Wes. Wesley: Okay, but you could be stunting my emotional growth, you realize that. Why is it so hot in here, anyway? Picard: Picard to Crusher. Crusher: Crusher here. Picard: Have you made a test injection yet? We're getting indications that this condition is spreading. Crusher: No test yet, Captain, but very soon. Data: Captain, another forty-one minutes will see the information from the Tsiolkovsky downloaded to us. Picard: Why so slow? Data: Slow, sir? The Tsiolkovsky has been eight months in accumulating it. Picard: How much danger from that star? Worse case. Data: Like a full collapse, sir? Any stellar material it threw this way we could still outrun on half impulse power. Picard: Picard to Engineering. Chief Engineer report to the Bridge. Picard: Assistant Chief Engineer Shimoda, report to Medical. Wesley: Hi, Jim. Was that the Captain sending you to Medical? Shimoda: Which would leave no one on duty here. The Chief was just summoned to the Bridge. Wesley: What about me? I could call the Chief on the Bridge if anything happened. Macdougal: Reporting as ordered, sir. Picard: What? Macdougal: You ordered me to report to the Bridge, sir. Picard: I did no such thing. I want you down in the Engine room just in case we need to move out of here. Picard: Attention all decks, all divisions. Effective immediately, I have handed over control of this vessel to Acting Captain Wesley Crusher. Picard: Acting Captain? Wesley: Thank you, Captain Picard, thank you. And with that order dawns a brave new day for the Enterprise. Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 41209.3. The strange contaminant that led to the deaths of the Tsiolkovsky crew is now aboard the Enterprise and our Engineering section has been commandeered by young Wesley Crusher. Wesley: And henceforth, a dessert course shall precede and follow every meal. Including breakfast. Crewman: Hurray for the acting Captain! Shimoda: Never got as far as Sickbay, Wes. I feel too good for that. Shimoda: Incredible. How did you do that? Wesley: Hooked my model tractor beam into ship's power. Now its a repulser beam too. Want in? Shimoda: Swear to be faithful to you, Captain. Picard: Number One, MacDougal, get that boy out of Engineering. Worf: Sir, I'm getting very strange reports from all decks. Picard: Such as? Worf: Such as the ship's Training Division ordering all officers to attend a lecture on metaphysics. Picard: Metaphysics? Data: Confirmed, sir. And there was a rather peculiar limerick being delivered by someone in the Shuttlecraft bay. I am not sure I understand it. There was a young lady from Venus whose body was shaped like Picard: Captain to Security, come in! Data: Did I say something wrong? Worf: I don't understand their humor either. Security: Yeah, Captain? Picard: Where is my security chief! Get me Lieutenant Yar. Security: Keep your britches on. Tasha: Captain Picard. Picard: Lieutenant, where are you? Tasha: I'm in my quarters, and I'm pretty busy right at the moment, Jean-Luc. Picard: All right, Lieutenant, you just stay right there. Data, please go to Lieutenant Yar and take her down to Sickbay. Data: Yes, sir. Picard: Captain to Security, I want all your senior supervisors to report to the Bridge immediately. Data: Lieutenant Yar? Tasha: Here, Data. You wanted me? Data: Captain Picard ordered me to escort you to Sickbay, Lieutenant. Tasha: Did he say when? Data: I am sure he meant now. So, you need time to get into uniform. Tasha: But I got out of uniform for you, Data. Do you know how old I was when I was abandoned? Data: Chronological age? No, I am afraid I am not familiar with Tasha: Five. Five years old, but I survived. I learned how to stay alive, how to avoid the rape gangs. I was fifteen before I escaped. Data: I am sorry. I did not know, Tasha: And what I want now is gentleness. And joy. And love. From you, Data. You are fully functional, aren't you? Data: Of course, but Tasha: How fully? Data: In every way, of course. I am programmed in multiple techniques, a broad variety of pleasuring, Tasha: Oh, you jewel! That's exactly what I hoped. Picard: What have you learned, Number One? Riker: Captain, the ship's engines are cut off from the bridge. The Assistant Chief Engineer pulled out the isolinear optical chips from command. All engines are offline. Wesley has hooked some kind of tractor beam to ship's power and he has it aimed at the door. We can't get past to get at the computer. Picard: Can you short out the power? Macdougal: Yes, I can. But it's going to take some time. Picard: Do it! Troi: Bill. Riker: Deanna, what? Troi: So many minds on this ship, all free. Released, Riker: Deanna. Troi: I can feel them all. What they want, what they feel. It's a side of humans I've never felt before. Riker: Come on, I'm getting you to Sickbay. Troi: Wouldn't you rather be alone with me? With me in your mind? Crusher: The medical records we found say this works almost instantly. Laforge: It's not fair, Doc. I've never seen a rainbow, sunset, sunrise. This is going to help me? Help me see like you? Riker: Doctor Crusher? Riker: Deanna needs your help. Crusher: The formula from the old Enterprise didn't work. Riker: What? Crusher: This water-carbon complex may induce the same symptoms, but somehow it's different. Maybe it's mutated. But I've got to isolate it in order to analyze it, Riker: We don't have that kind of time. Crusher: You brought Deanna in. Riker: She's infected with Crusher: Then you touched her! Oh, God. And you touched me. Wait! I've got to quarantine you. Riker: If I don't get the command computer back online soon, none of this, whatever this is, won't matter. We'll all be dead. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. It is no longer an inconvenient, childish prank. Young Wesley Crusher, admittedly a victim of the Tsiolkovsky infection, is now in control of my starship. Picard: Wes, this is Captain Picard. Do you see me? Wesley: Yes sir? Picard: You will now return control of this vessel to the Bridge where it belongs. At once. Wesley: I'm sorry, sir. Why don't you just tell me what you want done and I'll do it. Picard: Because ship captains control their own vessels, young man! Wesley: But, sir, you don't do it yourself. You give the orders, but someone else does it. What's wrong with giving me the orders to do it? Worf: Captain, getting unusual readings now from the dwarf star. Picard: Stand by a moment on that. Wesley. Wes. Are you aware that you're acting strangely, that a kind of infection was brought over from the Tsiolkovsky which acts like intoxication? Wesley: Are you saying that's why I feel so so hot? So strange? Picard: That's a very adult bit of reasoning, Wes, Wesley: So you mean I'm drunk! I feel strange, but also good. Picard: Because, because you've lost the capacity for self-judgment. Now, alcohol does this, Wesley. But this contaminant we've brought back from the Tsiolkovsky does it even more so. Wesley: What would you do if you got your ship back? Picard: Oh, it's very important I do, Wesley, because I must immediately lock a tractor beam onto the Tsiolkovsky, then tow it out of, Wesley: Tractor beams are my specialty, Skipper! I'll contact you when that's done. Wesley out! Picard: Wesley! Wesley! Picard: Conn, where are you headed? Worf: Sir. The star. It's beginning to collapse. Picard: What the hell is happening in Engineering? Wesley: Lock on. Lock on Tsiolkovsky. Riker: Where's that sonic driver? Macdougal: It's over there. Okay, let's see if this cuts out his tractor beam power. Oh, come on. Crusher: Oh no! I must find the answer. I've got to find the answer. Worf: Captain, tractor beam. We just locked onto the Tsiolkovsky. Picard: Captain to. Wesley. Wesley Crusher, come in! Picard: Ah, Data. At least you're functioning. Data: Fully, Captain. Picard: Data, intoxication is a human condition. Your mind is different, it's not the same as Data: We are more alike than unlike, my dear Captain. I have pores. Humans have pores. I have fingerprints. Humans have fingerprints. My chemical nutrients are like your blood. If you prick me, do I not leak? Picard: Doctor, Crusher: Captain, can I see you in your Ready Room? It's a private matter. No, actually it's an urgent one. Picard: But. Damn it. Picard: Now, Doctor Crusher: I believe I'm infected myself, Captain. Picard: Do you know what the infection is? Come on, quickly. Crusher: Sorry. It is definitely like alcohol intoxication. The same lack of good judgment, For example, right now I find you extremely, extremely, Of course we haven't time for that sort of thing, Picard: What sort of thing? Crusher: Oh God, would I love to show you. Picard: Doctor, there must be a cure. Some formula, similar to the old one, Crusher: Damn it, damn it, Captain. My dear Captain. Crusher: You owe me something. You do realize that, don't you? I'm a woman. I haven't the comfort of a husband. A man. Picard: Not now, Doctor. Please. Worf: Bridge to Riker, Urgent. Riker: Riker here. Worf: Sir. Worf: Sir, regret to inform you that the Captain appears to be infected. And Data. Riker: Thank you, Lieutenant. I'm on my way. You'll have to handle this. Macdougal: Are you saying you're going to handle that? Worf: What we're seeing, sir, is a huge chunk of the star's surface blown away, heading for us. Picard: Take us Riker: Are you alright, sir? Picard: Worf, you know what to do. Take us er Riker: Take us out of here. Picard: Right. Worf: Controls are still offline, sir. Picard: Override. Worf: Same result, sir. Riker: Wes, come in please. Riker: Wesley Crusher, this is Riker. Come in. Riker: This is urgent. Come in, please. Riker: Engineering, urgent. We must have ship's power, Macdougal: Those are control chips! Bridge from Engineering. Riker: The star is still collapsing. We're directly in the path of Macdougal: I can't help you, Bridge! Someone here has yanked out all the control chips. Wesley: It was an adult who did it! Worf: Sir, I estimate fourteen minutes until that mass gets here. Macdougal: No way, sir. I cannot replace these chips in fourteen minutes. Two hours, three Macdougal: Maybe. Wesley: Data could assemble them back faster. Picard: What, what's that? What's that, Wesley? Wesley: Well, they're just simple isolinear chips, sir, to Data anyway. He can shuffle them like cards. Riker: Come on, Data, hurry. Ship's log, First Officer Riker. Enterprise will be destroyed unless it can be moved out of the path of the star material hurtling toward us. Our only hope is for Lieutenant Commander Data, in the time we have left, to regain his senses and reconnect engine power to the Bridge. Data: Nice to see you, Wesley. Wesley: Hi, Mister Data. Riker: No time for courtesy. Get the damned control chips back in place, in the correct order. Now! Wesley: It's like a game. How fast can you do it? Data: Ah, a game! Wesley: I think I can switch this to main viewer, sir, Riker: Data, we've got eight or nine minutes at most. Can you finish by then? Data: No, this will take slightly more time than we have, sir. Riker: Damn it, no. I can't afford to get this. Picard: Beverly. Crusher: Yes, Jean-Luc? Picard: You will address me as Captain. Crusher: Captain? Well then, my dear Captain, you will address me as Chief Medical Officer or Doctor. Picard: I will? That's true. I started off calling you Beverly, and of course, naturally, you. I'm still not thinking straight. Crusher: Likewise. Where the hell was I headed? Picard: If that's something you were going to test, Crusher: Yes, on Geordi. Come here. Wesley: See how I reversed the fields on this, Commander? I made it into a repulser beam. Data: If we just had one minute more, sir, Wesley: If this were a hundred times more powerful than it is. Why not try it with the real thing? Why not reverse fields on this, Ma'am? If we just need an extra minute, Macdougal: It would take weeks of laying out new circuits. Wesley: Why not just see it in your head? Come off the main lead, split off at the force activator, then, then. If I could just think straight about this, Crusher: I made this a broader based remedy. I hope. But it's still close to the formula from the old Enterprise records. Picard: Decades ago, light years away, Crusher: But almost exactly the same conditions as here. Laforge: Wow! What was in that, Doctor? My head's beginning to clear, Crusher: Come here. Here, take this to Engineering. I'll make up more hypos for the others. Picard: Okay, Bev. Riker: We're not going to make it, Captain. If we had just a minute or so. Wesley: Then reversing power leads, back through the force activator. Repulser beam hard against Tsiolkovsky. Don't you see? It's giving us a push off. The extra time we need. Riker: We're pushing away. Riker: Bridge, engage engines! Laforge: Captain , something seemed to move us aside at the last minute. Worf: Do we owe our thanks to Commander Data, sir? Picard: Yes, and Wesley may have given us a few seconds, too. Worf: Did he say Wesley? The boy? Crusher: He said Wesley. Riker: It's only fair to mention Wesley in a log entry, sir. Picard: Fair's fair. And let's credit his science teacher, too. Laforge: Congratulations, sir. Picard: To many people. Tasha: Data. I'm only going to tell you this just once. It never happened. Picard: I put it to you all. I think we shall end up with a fine crew, if we avoid temptation. So, Number One, let's go to our next job. Riker: Aye, sir. Helm, prepare for warp three. Heading two hundred and ninety four mark thirty seven. Laforge: Warp three, heading two hundred and ninety four mark thirty seven, sir. Riker: Engage.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41235.25. Our location, planet Ligon Two, source of a rare vaccine needed on Federation planet Styris Four. Starfleet has instructed me to engage in a friendly visit and open treaty negotiations to acquire this medicinal substance. Laforge: Standard orbit, sir. Riker: Lieutenant Yar is calling from Cargo Bay One, sir. Standing by to beam Ligonian welcoming party aboard. Picard: On our way. You have the helm, Mister Data. Picard: Cargo One. This should be an interesting experience. Riker: Agreed. Not only are they closely humanoid, but their history has remarkable similarities to ours. Troi: A highly structured society. and they're exceedingly proud. Tasha: They've insisted on using their own transporter device, sir. Picard: It's their way, Lieutenant. Do they have our coordinates? Tasha: They have, sir, precisely, and they're standing by for your signal. Picard: This is Captain Picard aboard the Starfleet vessel Enterprise. Please do us the honor of visiting our vessel. Lutan: I am Lutan. Picard: Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Welcome aboard. These are my officers. My second in command, Commander William Riker. Ship's Counselor, Deanna Troi. And my Security Officer, Lieutenant Natasha Yar. Lutan: A woman? Your Chief of Security? Picard: Yes, Lutan, that is her expertise. Lutan: I am honored to meet your officers. This is my Secondary, Hagon. A sample of the vaccine. Tasha: My duty, Lutan. I'm sorry, but I'm required to Hagon: Out of my way, woman. Lutan: How interesting. May we prove as surprising to you. Troi: If I may suggest, sir, no apology. In their view, it would weaken us. Tasha: Nothing concealed, Captain. Would you care to accept it? Lutan: Unless you care to examine it further. Picard: Absolutely not. This vaccine sample is a gift of life and we are honored at receiving it. Would you do us the additional honor of now letting us entertain you? Lutan: Yes, yes. Please prepare it. We shall join you shortly. Hagon: I ask forgiveness. Lutan: They are strange alien beings. You bear no fault. Hagon: But the female? Lutan: May be exactly what I have needed. Picard: Lutan, we are aware of many of your planet's achievements, and its unique similarity to an ancient Earth culture we all admire. On behalf of the Federation, therefore, I would like to present this token of our gratitude and friendship. From China's Sung Dynasty, Fourteenth Century. Data: Thirteenth Century, sir. Picard: Ah, yes, indeed. Lutan: A most thoughtful gift. We are pleased. We of Ligon have been apprehensive about strangers. We are not technologically advanced as you, yet we possess something you do not. A vaccine which has been found to be an effective antidote to your dreaded Anchilles fever. If you respect our customs and if we see that respect, we will be friends. And we will make the antidote available to all who need it. Picard: If you require respect from us, I am sure that you will see it. Lutan: Surrounded by such friendship, I feel no need for my guards. I will return shortly. Prepare to transport me then. Picard: If there is something else, any further courtesy? Lutan: Would it possible to see one of your wondrous holodecks? We have heard how they are used to train your officers. Picard: And used for many other things too. Commander Riker, perhaps you and Counselor Troi will demonstrate. Lutan: Would it be possible for Lieutenant Yar to do so, Captain? Some demonstration of defense training? Riker: We've noticed you're intrigued with her having security responsibilities. But these things are not at all unusual with us. Hagon: With us, it is the duty of women only to own the land, and the duty of men to protect and rule it. Troi: Much the same has happened in human history too. Tasha: I'd like to do it, sir. As a sign of respect, perhaps. Picard: Very well. Tasha: This way, please. Tasha: Aikido one. It won't move until my actions activate it. Lutan: You can create people? Without a soul? Tasha: It's not a real person, Lutan. It has no life. Everything it does is controlled by computer. Who am I? Do you hear me? Tasha: But it will feel real when it hits you. Hagon: A force like that cannot possibly come from an image, Lutan. Lutan: Then you will show me, Hagon. Lutan: Thank you, Lieutenant. How very enlightening. Tasha: Aikido, vanish. I could create two, even three, but really one is enough. As you fight with it, it learns, and before long it knows exactly how to defeat you. Lutan: Even the extraordinary Lieutenant Yar? Tasha: It forces us to keep improving. Lutan: Your skill impresses me. I like you. Lutan: Farewell, my new friends of the noble Enterprise. Picard: Understanding has made friends of many different people. We've had a good beginning, Lutan. Lutan: May I also extend a personal farewell to Lieutenant Yar? In your Federation terms. Picard: Picard to Bridge. Red alert. Riker: Shields up, photon torpedoes activated, sir. Picard: What comm. contact have we had with them? Data: With their orbital control station, sir. Picard: Make contact there and on all hailing frequencies. This is the Enterprise to Lutan and the Ligonian government. You have committed an unfriendly act. We insist that you reply immediately. Riker: Photon torpedoes ready, sir. Picard: Set them for a display blast a thousand meters short of the planet's surface. Riker: Set. Picard: Fire. Riker: Do we know the source of their transporter beam? Laforge: Our own transporter people have tried to trace it, sir, but to no effect. Data: It reads similar to early Starfleet efforts but uses the Heglenian shift to convert matter and energy in different. Which is actually not important at this time. Picard: This is Captain Picard of the Enterprise with a message to Lutan, whom I have so far acknowledged as a friend. But you have now committed what our laws regard as an attack upon us. Since you have visited our vessel, you most certainly know the power of it. We insist that you reply to this message. Opinion, Counselor. Will they injure Lieutenant Yar? Troi: I believe not, sir. They seem mainly curious. In the case of Lutan, however, I did feel other needs. Riker: What kind of needs? Troi: Some sexual attraction from all the males. Lieutenant Yar is physically very attractive. But with Lutan I felt something else. Something more like avarice or ambition. Picard: Other comments? Data: If I may, sir. One of the things about them in the briefing studies was their respect for patience. Riker: Strongly emphasized. And you can see it in the precise, ritualistic way they do things. I'm worried about Lieutenant Yar too, sir, but maybe we should sit and wait them out. Stardate 41235.32. I am concerned. Over a full day of waiting with no response from Lutan. We are now testing whether they are aware of our sensors probing them. So far, we believe we have pinpointed Lutan's government compound. Crusher: The vaccine, sir. Picard: Yes, Doctor? Crusher: The vaccine. I'm a physician, I've seen death, but not on the scale this could mean. Picard: You were testing if you can replicate the vaccine. Crusher: And we can't. The sample works fine when used as an injection, but it becomes unstable when we try to replicate it. You must get the vaccine from the planet, Captain. As much as you can. Immediately. Picard: I'm aware of that, Doctor. Crusher: You've never had to watch a patient die from this disease. Picard: That's true. But I have seen my share of death. Crusher: Damn. Where are the calluses we doctors are supposed to grow over our feelings? Picard: Perhaps the good ones never get them. Crusher: May I speak about my son, Wesley? Picard: What? Oh, yes. Alright. Crusher: He seems quite interested in starship operations. And speaking as a mother, of course, he seems quite knowledgeable. Picard: Well, yes, speaking as a mother. Crusher: He's on the turbolift. You'll remember you ordered him to stay off of the Bridge. Picard: Wesley? Wesley: I haven't stepped one foot on your Bridge, Captain. Riker: It's all right, sir, I'll see that he leaves immediately. Picard: No. Riker: No? Picard: Why don't you sit at Ops next to Lieutenant La Forge. Wesley: Sir? Laforge: Sir? Picard: Is the whole ship deaf?! Sit down over there, young man. Temporarily. Troi: Captain, we have more information from the briefing studies on Ligon. Picard: Excuse me. Doctor Crusher, some of this may interest you. Lets hear the analysis. Data: It is a highly structured society in which people live by strict codes of honor. For example, what Lutan did is similar to what certain American Indians once did called counting coup. That's from an obscure language called French. Counting coup Picard: Mister Data, the French language for centuries on Earth represented civilization. Data: Indeed? But surely, sir Riker: I suggest you drop it, Mister Data. Data: Yes, sir. Counting coup could be as simple as touching an enemy with a stick in battle, or taking something from him and escaping. It was considered extremely heroic. Riker: And under these circumstances Lutan considers himself heroic, risking literally everything in the face of our superior power. Troi: And it fits Lutan's personality profile as well. He has an abnormally high need for achievement. Self image to him is a function of what he thinks he's achieved. Those who set their standards too high can kill to meet them. Crusher: Why Tasha? Troi: As a Starfleet Security Officer, she may have represented his riskiest prize. Data: Transmission from the planet surface, sir, Main viewer on. Picard: Well, Lutan, what do you want? Lutan: You will display your image, please. Picard: What is required is an image of Lieutenant Yar, well and Lutan: Are you making demands, Captain? Troi: Sir. According to the Ligon Code of Honor, Lutan has done what he set out to do, achieve recognition for being daring and bold. Riker: We've studied this in some depth now, sir. The proper thing for you to do now is to ask to get Tasha back. Picard: Ask for her? Data: Politely, Captain. Picard: And now, Lutan, you have boldly taken Lieutenant Yar from us, and we ask that you now please return her. Lutan: Then come visit us, Captain, and we will return her to you. Troi: Commander. Riker: Commander? That's quite formal. Troi: So is this request, sir. We believe it would be preferable if the Captain led this away party. Data: Agreed, sir. Their customs concerning guests make it much preferable. Riker: And I'm very much against that idea. Lutan is clearly a liar, and devious. Counselor Troi has admitted she believes he's capable of killing. It is my duty to keep the Captain from danger, sir. Data: Except that Ligonian custom makes it clear that a visiting leader becomes an honored guest. Not us, not second in command, him. Troi: And the custom requires that Lutan should die rather than violate that. Riker: Yes, it seems reasonable put that way. But I warn you, if you get hurt, I'll put you on report, Captain. Lutan: Welcome to my Centerplace, Captain Picard. Consider yourselves my honored guests. Yareena: Every hospitality will be accorded you. Lutan: This is my First One, Yareena. Picard: Lutan is a fortunate man. You've met Counselor Troi. Lutan: Yes. As on your vessel, you have only to name whatever courtesy we can provide. Picard: Then, sir, the courtesy of seeing Lieutenant Yar. Lutan: Lieutenant Yar will be returned to you tonight at a banquet I have arranged in your honor. Picard: I'd like to see her now. Lutan: Bring Lieutenant Yar. I find it odd, Captain, that a man of your experience has such difficulty in understanding ordinary politeness. Picard: Such as the politeness of saying please before abducting someone? Lutan: The expression please is used only when requesting the person back. Picard: Yours is a different world. Lutan: With clear and simple ways deeply rooted in our culture. If you are willing to ask for Lieutenant Yar's return tonight in front of all, honor will be satisfied. Troi: One can see the importance of honor here. Lutan: Honor is everything. Picard: Have you been treated well, Lieutenant? Tasha: Fine, Captain but they're showing some signs of wear. Yareena: There isn't any need to be concerned, Captain. She's being well cared for. Picard: My ship's company and I are certain of your gentle wisdom in that. Lutan: For a moment I thought I heard a threat implied. But that would be foolishness. Picard: Something to be carefully avoided. I agree. Lutan: The festivities for her return to you are in preparation. Shall we retire till then? Picard: Until tonight, Lutan. Picard: Lutan, you have granted us hospitality and the safety of your Centerplace. The gifts you give us are rare and precious. We thank you. And now, according with the customs of your ancestors, whom we honor and respect, I am here in peace to ask for the return of Lieutenant Yar. Lutan: Well spoken. There are those among my equals in this gathering who were wary of my approaching the Federation. I am proud to have taken this first step towards a treaty, and proud that we have something of great value to offer you, a priceless life-giving vaccine. The abduction I have done according to our custom, for all to see. Your conduct in this matter has been beyond exemplary, Captain Picard, but now that the moment has come, I find I cannot part with her. Picard: You speak of a code of honor, but what you are saying now, according to our customs, is called an act of war. Lutan: This is not an act of war, but of love. I want Lieutenant Yar to become my First One. Yareena: I challenge your right of supercedence! Hagon: No woman has challenged supercedence for over two hundred years! Yareena: The right is mine and I will have it! Natasha Yar, I challenge you. A struggle to the death. Picard: No! The challenge is unequivocally refused! Lutan: Then you shall have no treaty, no vaccine, and no Lieutenant Yar! Ship's log, First Officer Riker reporting. We have been informed of the challenge to Lieutenant Yar, and are maintaining combat readiness round the clock. We are probing Lutan's compound deeply with our sensors now, still unnoticed. Tasha: Captain. Deanna. Picard: Did you have any idea, Lieutenant, that Lutan was suddenly going to announce that he wanted you for his First One? Tasha: No, sir. Picard: Tell me what you know about this? Tasha: Nothing, sir. Troi: But it was a thrill. Lutan is such, such a basic male image and having him say he wants you Tasha: Yes, of course it made me feel good when he. Troi, I'm your friend and you tricked me. Troi: Only so you'd think about it, completely and clearly. Picard: We're all being manipulated, Lieutenant, myself most of all. Troi: How simple all this would be without the Prime Directive. Picard: That thought had passed through my mind, Counselor. Riker: What is this message from Starbase Fourteen? Crusher: It's showing the infection rates, percentage illness increases. The plague on Styris Four has flared up out of control. Laforge: They're estimating deaths in the millions, sir. Riker: Captain Picard, come in. Tasha: I know I can win. Not that I'd take her life, of course, but I'd be glad to embarrass her. The idea of accusing me of taking Troi: The plague? Picard: If anything, even worse than we'd heard. Tasha: Which means they desperately need the vaccine, sir. And I know I can win this challenge. Picard: You have nothing to prove anything here, Lieutenant. Troi: But the vaccine is important in this case, sir. Picard: Counselor, you're the last person I'd expect to argue in favor of accepting the challenge. Troi: Betazoid blood is also practical, Captain. The odds are very good she'd defeat Lutan's wife easily and you would win all the bargaining points you need. Picard: The odds are. Troi: You have pointed out yourself we are all at risk every day of every mission. Picard: I want some explanations from Lutan. Hagon: Lutan, why are you so obsessed with this Lieutenant Yar? Surely Yareena is more desirable? Certainly she can offer you much more. She owns many things, many lands. Picard: It's a great pity you began by abducting my Security Officer, Lutan, because I should tell you I do admire the hospitality you offer here. Lutan: I am in the grip of forces you do not understand. Picard: Some of it I do understand. She is a rather lovely female. Lutan: You surprise me, Captain. What do you know of needs and feelings? Picard: Nothing. Well, almost nothing in my position of ship's Captain. Hagon: I see. Picard: But it puzzles me. If you feel that way for Tasha, why have you challenged her to a fight to the death? Lutan: Not I, Yareena. I am merely a spectator. Picard: Ah, but you are also a man of great importance and wealth. Hagon: Great importance, perhaps, but he does Picard: Ah, I see. You, too, understand the proper value of women. Lutan: We understand they are highly pleasant things, but after all, unimportant. Except for the land they own. Picard: You are a truly clever person, Lutan. You stand to lose nothing, either way the challenge goes. Lutan: A code of honor protects one, Captain, like a magic cloak. Picard: I will order Lieutenant Yar to fight. And may your cloak bring you all you deserve. Laforge: Come in. Data: Why that razor, my friend? Why not the one I adjusted to perfect efficiency? Laforge: Shaving is a human art form, Data. Technological perfection can shave too close. Data: Puzzling. How can anything be too efficient? Laforge: Thousands of things are too efficient, Data, at least for humans. Data: We always come back to the human equation. Laforge: Exactly. Have you continued to work on it? Data: Constantly, my friend. Particularly the humor. A man goes to a store to buy some kidneys. Laforge: Oh, no. Data: He says to the shopkeeper, I'd like a pound of kiddillies, please. The shopkeeper says to him, You mean kidneys, don't you? The man says, I said kiddillies, diddle I? Laforge: It's too old. And you didn't tell it very well. Data: How do you know when something is funny? Laforge: It's not explainable. You just do. Data: Perhaps it is you, Geordi. Includling the kiddillies, I've learned six hundred sixty two jokes, and you have not Laforge: Includling the kiddillies! Now, see, that's funny. Data: It was not meant as a joke. The tongue slipped. Laforge: Oh, boy. Riker: Riker to Commander Data, Lieutenant La Forge. Report to the Transporter Room for away party duty. Riker: First officer to Captain. Ready with the away personnel. Picard: Lock in on this location. Chief: Transporter locked in, sir. Picard: Energize. Picard: You've both seen the message about the plague? Laforge: And how badly the vaccine is needed. Yes, sir. Picard: We need to know as much as possible about Ligonian armaments. Data, especially important is an analysis of their combat capabilities. Geordi, concentrate on their cutting edges, wherever applicable, durability, composition, weaknesses of material. Laforge: Aye, sir. Data: From any particular point of view, sir? Picard: From the perspective of Lieutenant Yar using them in combat with Lutan's wife. Data: Most interesting. Could this be human joke number six hundred sixty three? Laforge: Negative, Data. That's a Captain's order. Data: Which makes it important to know which of these weapons are to be used. Picard: And that won't be known until combat begins. You're right, Data. It does sound like a joke. With the power of the Enterprise, we could overwhelm this place easily, just take what we want. Data: I may not understand human humor, sir, but I am a Starfleet Academy graduate. Picard: Which means, of course Data: understanding the Prime Directive, sir. Picard: That is, ironically, what this is about. By our standards, the customs here, their code of honor, is the same kind of pompous, strutting charades that endangered our own species a few centuries ago. We evolved out of it because no one else imposed their own. I'm sorry, this is becoming a speech. Troi: You're the Captain, sir. You're entitled. Picard: Not entitled to ramble on about something everyone knows. Carry on. Ship's log, Commander William Riker reporting. Continuing our appraisal of Ligonian technology. The Captain has made it clear he wants Lieutenant Yar beamed immediately to safety if her life should become endangered, and I fervently hope the rules of that contest make it possible. Riker: Riker to Transporter Chief. Do we have our people on sensors yet? Chief: Their general area, sir. Visual on screen now. As you see, we're still doing some fine tuning. Yareena: I've agreed to this meeting, but I see no point to it. You've accepted the challenge and there is nothing further to say. Tasha: I think you should know that there is no physical training anywhere that matches Starfleet, especially its security people. Yareena: And you should know that even though these contests are rare, we have a tradition of making ourselves capable of them. Tasha: Yareena, my acceptance had nothing to do with Lutan. Yareena: It has everything to do with Lutan. Lutan wants you to be his First One. Tasha: Impossible, Yareena. I am a career Starfleet officer. Yareena: How could you not love him? Every woman loves him. Tasha: I fight for the vaccine, That's the truth. Yareena: The truth is I will kill you if I can. And believe me, I can. There is nothing else to say. Tasha: In my world, it's a greater honor to refuse Yareena: You are on our world! Troi: Captain, I'm your Counselor. You brought me with you to Ligon to be of help. Picard: Then help me, please. What is a way out of this? Troi: With the vaccine? None. Laforge: The weapons in that room, Captain, are surprisingly flexible, durable, and deadly. Data: And light, as if they were made for women to use. Laforge: Some of them still have traces of blood and poison. Picard: Poison? Laforge: Alkaloid base. Lethal. Picard: What about those lengths of metal in the yard outside? Data: Uncertain, sir. However, joined together they would make a rectangle or square enclosing one hundred twenty one square meters. If put end to end vertically, they would make a pole forty four meters high, or two of twenty two. Picard: Thank you, Data. Data: You're welcome, sir. Tasha: She won't budge. She loves him, without reservation. And she thinks I love him too. Data: Most interesting. Do you? Tasha: Of course I don't, Data. As Troi pointed out to me, I'm attracted to him but that is entirely different. Riker: Riker to Captain. Picard: Go ahead, Riker. We're alone. Riker: We're fine tuned enough to see your hosts gathering in the open area outside, sir. Three of them are heading for your location. Picard: Thank you, Number One. Lieutenant, do you still feel that you want to go through with this challenge? Do you judge your condition good? Tasha: I judge it excellent, sir. Hagon: Your weapons, Lieutenant Yar. You may choose your size. Laforge: Tasha, don't touch the spines. They're poisoned. If you're not careful, you could kill yourself. Tasha: These I understand. First Officer's log, supplemental. Captain Picard, faced with a critical need for a vaccine produced on this planet, has permitted Lieutenant Natasha Yar to engage in a fight to the death. I have yet to understand his reasoning or his plan. Riker: Care to lend a hand? Sit at Ops. Data: Was I seen leaving? Chief: They've got eyes only for the program. Data: Captain Picard wanted no risk of our communications being overheard. You are to proceed now as he indicated. Crusher: Captain's orders too. Riker: Does the Captain understand what you and Geordi reported about those weapons? They're razor sharp, split-second lethal. Data: I'm here to brief you on what he plans. Tasha: Any last minute instructions, sir? Picard: Stay alive. We'll hope to do the rest. Hagon: I speak for Lutan. The rules are known. Let combat continue until there is a victor. It will not be interrupted. Lutan: Combatants, hold your positions. Return the weapon. Hagon: Careful, Yareena. Riker: Move! Tasha: We're too late. She's growing cold. Crusher: Sorry, that clashes with my instructions. Tasha: Oh no. No. Picard: Exactly what do you find unfair, Lutan? They fought to the death. You saw the final blow. You know the effects of your poison. Lutan: But what of your Lieutenant Yar? She is to become my First One now. Picard: I certainly won't stop her, if she cares to claim that honor. Hagon: Remember, you now have all Yareena's lands and wealth now. Lutan: At least all has not been lost. Riker: Riker to Captain. Picard: Picard here. Riker: Since you've fulfillled your agreement, Captain, can we now beam the vaccine aboard? Lutan: Ah, yes, of course. Picard: No problem, Number One. Send down a medical team. Riker: And to complete our business here, we are locked onto you. Picard: Five to beam up. Energize. First Officer's log, Stardate 41235.6. I am returning the conn to Captain Picard as we begin loading the vaccine supply aboard. Shortly, we hope to signal mission complete. Riker: Welcome back, Captain. You're wanted in the lounge. Picard: This way, gentlemen. Lutan: She is not dead! There was no death combat. You violated our agreement. There will be no treaty, no vaccine! Picard: The challenge was carried out. She died, Lutan. Lutan: There was no challenge! She lives! Crusher: I am a physician and saw her die. If you doubt this poison, why don't you test it on yourself? Picard: Lutan, we can provide you with records of her death and how Doctor Crusher brought her back. Yareena: And at the instant of death, Lutan, a mating agreement dissolves. Lutan: But this is witchcraft, Yareena. To diskard a mate in this manner Yareena: Is less painful than the one you selected for me. Lutan: Yareena, no. Yareena: Even as I battled, Hagon, I heard you calling out for me. Hagon: Yareena, be my First One. Yareena: All my land and all my goods, all I have is yours to rule. Tasha: How so sad for you. You've lost everything. Lutan: I have my honor. Tasha: It's such a waste. Yareena: Do you want him? Tasha: No. There would be complications. Yareena: Then I will have you as my Number Two. Take your place accordingly. Hagon: Well, as you see, Captain, you may excel in technology, but not in civilized behavior. Picard: What? Wesley. Riker: Young Wesley, he'd been manning that station for me. I forgot. Picard: Well, thanks again for manning one of our bridge stations, Wesley. We'll see that you have another chance. Wesley: Yes sir. Picard: So what's the delay, Number One? Why aren't we warping out of here? Riker: Set course for Styris Four, warp three. Laforge: Course laid in for Styris Four, sir. Riker: Engage.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 41294.5. Our destination, the class M Beta Cassius planet known simply as Haven. It is a world so renowned for its peaceful beauty that some believe it to have mystical healing powers. We will rest and relax, all too briefly, I fear Picard: Such a beautiful world. Legends say it has been known to mend souls and heal broken hearts. Data: Legends which are totally unsupported by fact, Captain. Picard: Legends like that are the spice of the universe, Mister Data, because they have a way of sometimes coming true. Tasha: Lieutenant Yar to Commander Riker, your presence is requested in Transporter room one. Riker: Sorry ladies. Duty calls. Riker: You needed me, Lieutenant? Tasha: Yes, sir. There's an object of some kind beaming in from Haven. Riker: What is it? Tasha: We're not sure. Chief: Surface Station approval coming in now, Lieutenant. Tasha: All right, let's bring it in. Riker: Odd looking. Troi: What's going on? Face: I hold a message for Deanna Troi. Lwaxana Troi and the honorable Miller family will soon arrive. The momentous day is close at hand. Rejoice. Troi: No. No. Riker: What's going on? Tasha: Jewels. Look at these jewels. Troi: They're bonding gifts. What you would call wedding presents. Riker: Who's getting married? Troi: I am. Troi: I was certain it would never happen, Captain. The years I'd spend on this mission, the distance it has taken me away from home. As you must have heard, genetic bonding is a Betazoid tradition. Steven Miller was my father's closest friend. Riker: Your father was human, Deanna. The Millers are human Picard: Will you and your husband be staying with the ship, Counselor? Troi: No, sir. Picard: Then I'll just say congratulations for now, Deanna. You'll excuse me? Troi: Bill, more than anything else in the world, anything, you want to be a starship captain. True? Riker: That's not all I want, Deanna. Troi: I can feel that. I know you care, within those limits. Did you hear what I said? Riker: Every word. This whole thing is still bizarre. I'm sorry. Troi: Come dance at my wedding. Riker: I'll try. Data: A message from planet Haven, Counselor. They wish to beam the Miller wedding party aboard. Picard: I'm Jean-Luc Picard, Captain of the Enterprise. Welcome aboard. Steven: Quite some starship you have here, Captain. Look forward to this visit. Victoria: You couldn't be Troi: I'm Deanna. Victoria: Deanna darling! You probably don't even remember me. Steven: Wyatt was absolutely right. She is a beauty. Wyatt: I'm Wyatt. Victoria: Isn't this simply beautiful? I knew romance was still alive, somewhere. Wyatt: I'd like you to have this. It's a Chameleon Rose. It changes color with the mood of its owner. Troi: It's wonderful. Thank you. When is my mother arriving? Wyatt: Your mother is still down on the planet, Deanna. Troi: Why? Wyatt: Er, is there a place for my parents to rest, Captain? Steven: Well, we're not really tired, son. Besides, I'd like to see some of the ship. Victoria: Steven, you know full well Lwaxana Troi isn't about to beam on aboard until we leave. So? Picard: You can see your quarters now, if you like. Will you show the Millers to their accommodations, please, and I shall join you later. Chief: Two more are ready to beam in, sir. Picard: So be it. Wyatt seems a fine young man. Troi: Yes, he does. But I'm not what he expected. Picard: I don't understand. Troi: Neither do I, but I'm definitely a surprise of some sort to him. I should warn you, sir. My mother is a little eccentric. Lwaxana: Where is everyone? Oh, I hate that. Troi: Hello, Mother Lwaxana: Don't say it, think it. Use your mind, not your mouth. Troi: Hello Mother. Lwaxana: Deanna, shame. What has this life done to you? Lwaxana: No, don't tell me. You're the Captain. Picard: Of course. Your daughter has explained your telepathic ability. Lwaxana: That wasn't telepathy, it was just common sense. Who else would they send to greet me but the Captain? You may carry my luggage. Troi: Mother! Picard: No, no, that's quite all right. I'm indebted to your mother for the fine Counselor she Picard: This way. Troi: Mother, it's quite inappropriate to ask the captain to Lwaxana: Yes, you do seem to be having difficulty. A man your age must work to keep himself in shape. Troi: Mother, I'm not going another step like this. A starship has its customs, just as we do. If you're my mother's valet, then please valet! Picard: Oh, please don't let me keep up from doing your duty. Lwaxana: I apologize for her behavior. Do you realize you've embarrassed your Captain? Picard: Oh, no. Lwaxana: Anything to avoid a quarrel on this occasion. It's amazing how that accent of yours reminds me of your father. Troi: Your last valet tried so hard to rid me of it. Whatever happened to Mister Xelo? Lwaxana: I was forced to terminate his employment. Xelo was strongly attracted to me. His thoughts became truly pornographic. Lwaxana: Of course, the thoughts of Wyatt's father toward me were almost as vulgar, but he really doesn't have Xelo's Picard: Passenger accommodation. Lwaxana: He doesn't really have Xelo's imagination. Troi: Mother. Lwaxana: Between him and that woman's inane chatter, it's a wonder I made it here at all. How do you like the Millers, Captain? Picard: I'm sure I find them perfectly pleasant Lwaxana: As for me, I find it shocking how they've changed in the years since my husband and I knew them. Of course, it's probably because I've grown beyond them. You realize of course that with Betazoids, our ability to read the thoughts of others does see us grow much faster than the typical plodding human who Troi: Mother, that's enough! Lwaxana: So, you're not totally out of practice. Good. Very good. Picard: We hope you find the room comfortable. Lwaxana: Yes, the room is adequate. Small, but adequate. You will of course adjust the temperature to a civilized level? Picard: I'll see what I can do. And now, if you will excuse me, I'm sure the two of you have a lot to talk about. Lwaxana: Yes, Captain. You may go. Lwaxana: You've been slack, little one. Allowed your mental powers to rust. Troi: Only to avoid confusion, mother. Humans constantly think one thing and say another. Lwaxana: Yes, they do, don't they. Poor dears. Our style of complete honesty frightens them. Troi: On that subject Mother, there is such a thing as too much honesty with humans. Lwaxana: If they'd only say what they think instead of hiding it. An entire shipload of such inconsistency could drive one insane. Lwaxana: Darling, I'm terribly sorry about what happened here. Truly I am. Steven Miller tracked me down and reminded me of the vows we had made. Troi: Mother, I'm having some trouble believing in those vows as once I did. Lwaxana: Deanna. Troi: But I'll honor them, of course. I'm a Betazoid. Lwaxana: You may find Wyatt an unusual person. I've sensed remarkable depths in him. Laforge: Message coming in from Haven, Captain. Picard: On screen. Valeda: I'm Valeda Innis, First Electorine of Haven. Captain Picard? Picard: Greetings, Electorine. I'm Picard. Valeda: Your presence honors us, and your timing is fortuitous, Captain. Picard: In what way? Valeda: An incoming vessel has bypassed our stargate, violating our law. It has refused any attempt at communication. Picard: Are you saying you believe it to be hostile? Valeda: Failure to communicate is inherently hostile. We have no defensive capabilities here and our treaty with the Federation specifies your obligations in that matter. Picard: Agreed. But let's hope it doesn't become a defense matter. Valeda: Of course, Captain, but I'm very happy we have you here. Wyatt: Come in. Troi: I wanted to apologize for my mother's behavior. Wyatt: Your mother's honest. I respect that. Troi: Yes, but she never lets up. Wyatt: I'll admit, her honesty is a bit persistent. Troi: I never heard it described better. But it is a Betazoid trait. I'll try to be only half as annoying. Wyatt: Let's see, what can I tell you about myself? I'm a medical doctor, for whatever that's worth. Troi: Doctor? Wyatt: If you're picking up my thoughts, you'd know. You can do that, can't you? Troi: Sometimes. This must be what Mother felt about you. I believe we could read each other eventually. Wyatt: Can I take that as a compliment? Troi: Absolutely. I only ever felt this, well, with someone who's on this ship. Wyatt: Oh? Do I have competition? Troi: No. What he wants most is to captain a starship. Wyatt: What I want is to cure people. Troi: Well, I'm a practicing psychologist. Maybe we can work in concert. We are going to be together a long time. Wyatt: Yes. That is the point of marriage, I suppose. Troi: I really thought you'd tell me you were an artist. I just felt your mind very much on these. They are your work, aren't they? Wyatt: I can see it'll be very hard to keep secrets from you. Troi: This is why you were surprised when you first saw me. This woman. You thought that I would be this woman. Wyatt: I have seen this face ever since I was a boy. When I closed my eyes at night, I could hear her whispering my name. And knowing you were Betazoid, I just assumed it was you projecting yourself into my mind. Troi: I'm sorry I'm not what you hoped for. Wyatt: No. Please don't mistake a childish fantasy for disappointment. You are so beautiful. I feel honored. Troi: You've no idea who she is? Wyatt: It doesn't really matter now. Captain's personal log. I trust my concern over the problems of ship's Counselor Troi are not based merely on losing a highly valuable crew member. But it seems to me that she is trapped by a custom of her home world which the facts of the twenty-fourth century life have made unwise and unworkable. I wish I could intervene. Data: On the viewer, Captain. Unidentified vessel traveling sub-warp speed, bearing two three five point seven. Picard: Sub-warp? It's several hours away then? Let's take a look at it. Enlarge to maximum. Laforge: Increasing magnification, sir. Picard: Mister Data, is that the trouble I believe it is? Data: If you mean a Tarellian vessel, sir, it is. Riker: I thought the Tarellians were all dead What are the poor devils doing here? Picard: Picard to Sickbay. Doctor Crusher to Bridge, urgent. They must not be permitted them to destroy us. Or the planet. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. It has been believed the Tarellian race was extinct, an assumption contradicted now by the sight of one of their vessels approaching Haven. Riker: The fact that it's traveling at its present velocity suggests a possible answer. Laforge: A damaged vessel, sir. That could explain it. Riker: If it were unable to reach warp speed, it would have taken all these years to get here. Picard: Go on with your briefing, Mister Data. Data: Tarella was class M, much like your Earth, with similar humanoid life forms. Unfortunately they faced the old story of hatred out powering intelligence. Picard: There were hostilities? Data: Between the inhabitants of their two land masses, resulting in one group unleashing a deadly biological weapon on the other. Crusher: And in the end the other became infected as well. Makes one question the sanity of humanoid forms. Picard: Can you identify the origin of the infection, Doctor? Crusher: The Tarellians had reached Earth's late twentieth century level of knowledge. That's all you need if you're a damned fool. A deadly, infectious virus which at that modest level of knowledge is not difficult to grow. Tasha: We learned the rest of the story in security training. Some Tarellians made it to other worlds only to die along with the populations they infected. Laforge: It's pretty well covered in Academy training now, Captain. Many of them tried to avoid other civilized worlds as they escaped only to be hunted down and destroyed anyway. Picard: And it was believed that the last Tarellian vessel was destroyed eight years ago by the Alcyones. Laforge: Yes, sir. Picard: Exactly when will they reach Haven? Data: Exactly thirteen hours, nine minutes, twenty two seconds, three hundred fifty Picard: Thank you. Which creates a very difficult problem for the Enterprise. Our treaty requires us to protect Haven, and Federation policy requires that we assist life forms in need, which must include the Tarellians. I'll want you to help me find some answers. Thank you. However, there will be ample time for your second assignment, voluntary of course. The pre-joining announcement of Counselor Deanna Troi Picard: And Wyatt Miller. Victoria: We've talked it over, Captain, and the ceremony will be tomorrow if you agree. And Captain, would it be possible for you to perform the ceremony? Picard: Well, yes, of course, if all parties request it. Lwaxana: All parties do not request it. It's simply out of the question. I'm sorry, Captain, but unfortunately you are not practiced in the ways of Betazed joining. Picard: No, that's quite true. Lwaxana: Therefore you are totally unqualified. Victoria: He is qualified to lead a traditional Earth ceremony, which is what this will be. Lwaxana: I thought you had no sense of humor. Earth wedding? Ridiculous! Victoria: My family and I are living on Earth now. Lwaxana: So, that's why you want that backward ritual. Terrible, Captain, to see a woman go downhill like this. Troi: Mother! Victoria: Downhill? Lwaxana: The matter is settled. Mister Homn will conduct the joining. Steven: But Homn can't even talk! Lwaxana: No matter, he is highly adept in the acts of sign language. The matter is closed. Victoria: Who are you to tell us what we should do? Lwaxana: Your ignorance is astonishing. I am Lwaxana Troi. Daughter of The Fifth House, Holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rixx, Heir to the Holy Rings of Betazed. Who are you? Picard: Ladies and gentlemen, it is a Starfleet tradition that at social gatherings, disputes are not permitted. I hereby declare therefore all disagreements resolved. Picard: A toast. To the young couple and their families. Victoria: And? Picard: And may this union be a productive one. Data: Considering the rate at which you imbibe, sir, is your lineage at all mixed with human? Wyatt: Is it true, Captain, that there's a Tarellian ship headed for Haven? Picard: Yes, it is true. Wyatt: That's amazing. I've read everything I could about them. Biological virus analysis was a favorite subject at medical school. Crusher: In which case I'd very much like to confer with you. I'm pleased to have a medical colleague aboard. Wyatt: Yes, ma'am, Doctor. Would it be possible to prepare some medical needs, geared toward the Tarellian's probable needs? We could beam it over without any fear of infection. Picard: What do you think, Doctor? Crusher: It's a very considerate idea. Our Sickbay is at your disposal, Doctor. Wyatt: Thank you. Picard: Mister Data? Data: Sir? Picard: You're circling the room like a buzzard. Data: Perhaps being human yourself, sir, you do not find them as intriguing as I. Victoria: Must he do that? Lwaxana: As you well know, it is the Betazed way of giving thanks for the food we eat. Victoria: You giving thanks? Besides, you never did this before. Lwaxana: I do it now. Unlike some people, I am in growth. Lwaxana: Victoria, I've forgotten whether you enjoy pets or not. Victoria: Love them, of course. Lwaxana: Good. Lwaxana: Gently, gently. Poor baby, did she hurt you? Riker: Captain. If you'll excuse me, I'd like to spend some time considering the Tarellian situation Picard: Yes, of course. Riker: Ladies and gentlemen. Data: Mrs. Troi, I'm very interested in the Betazed ceremony you mentioned. Could you tell us more? Lwaxana: Why, I'd be delighted, Commander. It's an ancient ceremony, widely regarded as the most beautiful in the universe. After the young couple have removed their clothing Tasha: The bride and groom go naked? Lwaxana: All guests must go unclothed. It honors the act of love being celebrated. Oh, you needn't worry too much, dear. Your body's not that bad. Besides, your husband quite likes the idea of seeing me unclothed. Victoria: Steven! Lwaxana: You did know he's attracted to me, didn't you? Steven: Untrue! I don't. Troi: Stop this petty bickering, all of you! Especially you, Mother! Data: Could you please continue the petty bickering? I find it most intriguing. Troi: May I join you? Riker: I will miss you, Deanna. Troi: I'm no longer Imzadi to you? Riker: You taught me that word means my beloved. Troi: And the human heart is too small to permit that feeling now. Riker: Have you discussed this with Wyatt? I think you should. It's also damned unfair to me. Troi: I understand. I should have realized. Humans, young human males particularly, have difficulty separating platonic love and physical love. Riker: The problem is, Imzadi, I couldn't. Not now. Call it an old Earth tradition, habit of the beasts, whatever. Wyatt: Hello, you two. Riker: We were just talking about you, Wyatt. Wyatt: This is incredible. Riker: Yes. And in that discussion, I Troi: Actually, Bill was concerned that you might be upset that I care deeply for him, too. Wyatt: Oh. You're the one who wants to be a starship captain. Yes, I've heard that bonding or marriage would complicate things in that case. To each his own. Good luck with that ambition. And I very much respected what you did tonight. Troi: All I did was lose my temper. Riker: If you'll excuse me. Wyatt: Of course. Running all this is a big job. Wyatt: In fact, you shamed them into compromise. So they've decided that the joining will be half Betazed, half Earth. The Captain will do the ceremony and Mister Homn will be my best man. Troi: And we'll take our clothes half off? Wyatt: Some of us still go naked. You do, I do, your mother, my father, but not my mother or the guests. Troi: Captain Picard will be very relieved. How did you manage it? Wyatt: Your mother relented. And I just caught my father practicing naked in front of his mirror. And so, a question I should have asked before. Deanna, do you really want to go through with this? Troi: Yes, I want to. Wyatt: I'm a very lucky man. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. All attempts at warning off the Tarellian ship have failed. They still refuse to communicate and I am growing concerned. Picard: How can you be certain they're receiving us? Data: Because our sensors are showing a responder echo, sir, on the frequency they once used. Laforge: We have a message, sir, coming in from Haven. Picard: On viewer. Valeda: Captain, the plague ship is approaching transport range. Picard: We are aware of that, Electorine. Valeda: Do you realize that they can turn this lovely world of ours into a graveyard? Please, please take action now before it's too late. Riker: We recognize your situation. Valeda: Please destroy them now! Picard: We will not fire on them, Electorine. Valeda: You must! Tasha: I'm certain I could disable their ship with a phaser burst, Captain. Picard: And then, Lieutenant? Data: They're within transporter range, sir. Picard: Then we can't delay any longer. Ready the tractor beam, Lieutenant Yar. Target the ship. Activate on my command. Tasha: Tractor beam ready. Picard: Engage. Tasha: Got them, sir. Picard: Do we have them securely, Lieutenant? Can they beam out to the planet? Tasha: Negative, sir. They can't leave that ship. Laforge: I know they can receive us, Captain. At this distance they can respond with running lights if necessary. Data: Unless they have all died. Their ship could have been brought in by automation. Riker: Captain! Troi: It's the woman in Wyatt's drawings. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41294.6. Orbiting Haven with the Tarellian vessel locked in our tractor beam. Question. What strange of circumstances has caused a woman out of someone's imagination to appear on the plague ship? Laforge: Enterprise to Tarellian vessel, are you receiving us? Wrenn: My name is Wrenn, and before I enquire why your tractor beam has trapped us here, is there one aboard your vessel named Wyatt? Wyatt: Captain, I don't understand. Wrenn: It's astounding. Ariana was right. He is here, daughter. Ariana: Wyatt, you've come just as you promised. Wyatt: How could I be so accurate? Except for the dream images, I've never seen her. Picard: Sir, our concern is with the threat your vessel poses to the planet below. If you're still carrying the infection which destroyed your world Wrenn: Oh, we still carry it, Captain. My daughter, I, all eight of us. Picard: Eight? Wrenn: All of us that are left, Captain. Most of the rest passed on during the years that it took to reach Haven. Picard: If you've come here because of the legend about planet Haven miraculously healing the sick. Wrenn: We don't ask to make contact with those living below. All we ask is to be on the edge of some sea, some unpopulated island, a faraway peninsula. Picard: This is not our planet, sir, but I will present your needs to those who do govern this world. Wrenn: Present the fact we intend to die here, Captain. And if we die while caged by your tractor beam, so be it. Lwaxana: Oh, Wyatt, how do you like my new hairstyle? Of course, it's going to look much better on me when I'm naked. Wyatt: Mrs. Troi, can I talk to you about something serious? Lwaxana: Oh, but I am always serious, dear boy. Only my pleasant nature makes it appear otherwise. Wyatt: Please, Mrs. Troi. Lwaxana: Yes, that was puzzling. A woman out of another place who insists that she knows you. Wyatt: And Lwaxana: And whom you've dreamed of all these years. Wyatt: And I hoped that the way you handle thoughts Lwaxana: Fascinating, Wyatt, how easily your thoughts come through. The answer to the puzzle of Ariana and you is so simple, it's too simple for most humans to understand. Wyatt: Too simple? Lwaxana: Of course. It's something they all know instinctively but go to great effort to reject or to build complicated superstitions about. All life, Wyatt, all consciousness, is indissolvably bound together. Indeed, it's all part of the same thing. Wyatt: Yes. I have wondered if something like that Lwaxana: That weren't so. And no doubt so has Ariana, which helped the two of you to make contact. Wyatt, tell me something seriously. Which of these would look best on me naked? Crusher: Wyatt? Are you feeling all right? Wyatt: Just wedding nerves. The supplies are ready. I'll take them to the transporter room. Crusher: I'll notify the Captain they're ready. Victoria: Look at your father, Wyatt. He just can't wait to strip off his clothes for that barbaric ceremony. Wyatt: Please take care of each other. You are beautiful. But you looked best of all in the desert on the holodeck when we did this. Chief: You can put the supplies on the pad. Doctor Crusher had me set the coordinates. All we need is the captain's order. Laforge: Captain! Someone's transporting over to the Tarellian ship. Picard: Override. Laforge: I can't sir. It's too late. Wrenn: Hello, Wyatt. We always thought you were a dream. Wyatt: You're not surprised. Did you know I'd beam over? Wrenn: Once we saw you were real, we knew. You are a doctor? Wyatt: Yes. I've brought medicines and supplies. Ariana: And I knew you would be this brave. Victoria: How could you let this happen? My son, surrounded by those horrible lepers! Picard: Mrs. Miller, if I could have prevented this I would have. Victoria: Beam him back. Troi: He can never come back, Mrs. Miller. Wrenn: You may turn off your tractor beam, Captain. We will not be going to Haven. We have what we really came for. Victoria: Wyatt? Wyatt: Mother. Father. Forgive me, but I must. I'm going to try to continue the work to cure these people. Ariana: And Wyatt will do it. I've believed that all along. Wyatt: I knew I was coming to Haven to meet my destiny. I thought it was to be with you, Deanna. It was Ariana who drew me here. I'm sorry. Troi: Wyatt, I'm happy for you, and for Ariana too. Lwaxana: You've done very well for a human, Wyatt. Troi: Mother. Wrenn: Captain, my respects. Picard: And mine, sir. Troi: Goodbye. Steven: Keep the chest. You'll have use for it some day. Lwaxana: Seems such a shame to waste the whole trip. Perhaps I should stay and be joined to a new mate? Troi: What? Lwaxana: Well, the Captain's highly attracted to me, but he's a little too old. Perhaps I should choose you. Troi: He has other obligations, Mother. Lwaxana: Oh. Very well. It's his loss. Mister Homn. Homn: Thank you for the drinks. Lwaxana: Try and remember your heritage, little one. Captain! Even Xelo never had such thoughts about me. You may energize. Troi: That was meant as a joke, Captain. Picard: I was not amused. Picard: Take us out of here, Mister Riker. Riker: Aye, sir. Warp two, helm. Heading five seven mark three one nine. Picard: Our destiny is elsewhere. But I'm happy that yours is here with us, Counselor. Laforge: Warp two, heading five seven mark three one nine. Riker: Engage.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 41263.1. We have rendezvoused with the USS Fearless, from which a Starfleet propulsion expert and his assistant are beaming over to conduct tests on the Enterprise's warp drive engines. They have completed similar adjustments on two other Starfleet vessels. Picard: I don't understand your concern, Number One. They're not authorized to make any alterations in our engines, and according to Starfleet's report, they will simply test different ways of entering warp speed and different intermix formulas. What's the harm in that? Riker: It's the specs that Kosinski sent us. In my opinion, sir, they're gibberish. Picard: Gibberish? Riker: Mister Data, would you explain? Data: Sir, we put Mister Kosinski's specs into the computer and ran a controlled test on them. There was no improvement in engine performance. Picard: Then how do you explain Starfleet's report that the same tests on the USS Ajax and on the Fearless over there, resulted in a measurable increase in propulsion. Riker: Our engines are new, sir. Top condition. The tests on those older ships may have simply been to straighten out some engine inefficiency. Chief: Bridge from Transporter Chief. Two from USS Fearless are ready to beam over. Picard: Stand by for Commander Riker, Chief. He's on his way. Chief: Aye, sir, Picard: Since you're concerned about these tests. Riker: Yes, sir. Captain, if I may, I'll ask Counselor Troi to look these visitors over. Picard: Very good. Riker: Welcome aboard, Mister Kosinski. I'm the First Officer, Commander William Riker, and this is Kosinski: Where is the Captain, please? Riker: He is engaged in other duties, sir. Kosinski: A ship's engines should be a concern of the ship's Captain. Riker: They are, sir. Which is why they have made the First Officer directly responsible for an engine's condition and performance. Guided, of course, by one of our Chief Engineers, Lieutenant Commander Argyle in this case. Argyle: A pleasure, sir. I appreciated receiving the specs. Kosinski: To which you have no end of questions? Argyle: Aye, I have. Riker: And you, sir, are listed as Traveller: As Mister Kosinski's assistant. My actual name is unpronounceable by humans. Riker: You're from Tau Alpha C. That's very distant. Kosinski: All approved and described in the Starfleet communications. Now, I would like to set up in the Engine Room immediately. Riker: I'll have our Chief Engineer show you to his Engine Room. Kosinski: No need. I know my way around starships. Riker: One thing that Kosinski isn't hiding, his bad disposition. Troi: Agreed. Also, he's arrogant, overbearing, self-important, and very sure of himself and his ability. Riker: And the other one, his assistant? Troi: He's the puzzle. With most life forms I can usually feel something. I may not be able to understand or interpret it, but I feel something, if only a presence. With him, nothing. Empty space. It's as though he isn't even here. Something about this concerns me. I don't know what, I can't point out a reason yet. Riker: Stay concerned, please. The safety of the Enterprise may be entrusted to these two. Kosinski: Inform the Bridge I shall begin the first test in precisely fifteen minutes. Why is that child here? Argyle: He's working on a school project. Before you begin, there are some questions. First, tell us how you arrived Kosinski: In order to save myself time, let me ask those questions for you. You received the information which Starfleet provided, you fed it into your computer as precisely as humanly possible, then you did a controlled test. And then, to your astonishment, nothing happened. So you said, what's going on? This doesn't work. Kosinski's a fraud. You see, I have had this conversation on other Starfleet vessels before. They didn't understand it. why should you? Argyle: Surely you're not saying it's unexplainable? Kosinski: I'm saying I'm not a teacher, nor do I wish to become one. I have neither the inclination nor the time. Riker: You have all the time you need. Kosinski: I don't think you understand. This has already been approved by Starfleet Command. Riker: But it hasn't been approved by the Chief Engineer or by me. Kosinski: I didn't know that was necessary. Riker: Now you do. Kosinski: Perhaps I should speak to Captain Picard. Riker: If you like. It won't change anything. Kosinski: How basic shall I be? Riker: I'll leave that to you. Kosinski: Would you get onto the auxiliary panel, please? Kosinski: In order to save time, my assistant is going to lay in my base formulas more rapidly than any human being possibly could, including even myself. So, here then, in the simplest possible terms, what I do. Now, this warp drive system was tuned only in the grossest possible sense, at least according to my standards. What I do is specific. Thank you. Well, sufficient to say for now, these symbols Traveller: Something troubles you with the way this is configured? How about it now? Wesley: Yes. But shouldn't these be connected? Here and here. Traveller: Now will it do what Kosinski says it will? Wesley: It has a chance. It might work better this way. Yes. Kosinski: View with me if you will this screen as we consider the following. Now, is this merely mechanics or is it nature that we deal with in all of this? And what else than nature are the elementals of space and time? You are trained in the system. You go in a straight line, competent, yes, and perhaps even innovative in a minimalist way, but what I do here is not the end of the process, it is the beginning. So, what do I do? Go back to the Fearless, which I left with a more efficient warp drive than I found? Or do you cast off your ignorance and allow me to continue? Riker: Could anything he's proposing damage our system? Argyle: How could it? It's meaningless. Riker: Then we should let him try it? Kosinski: What do you mean, let he him try it? Don't talk about me in the third person like I'm not standing right here! Argyle: Yes, we might as well let him try it. Kosinski: Oh yes, we might as well let him try it. You are too generous. Boy! Boy, don't play with that. Worf: Captain, main Engineering is ready to proceed. Picard: Engineering, this is the Bridge. It's your call. Kosinski: Do this one just like the last time. Nothing changes. Commander, I'll make my preliminary adjustments at warp one point five, and complete them as we achieve warp four. Riker: Engineering to bridge, did you copy that? Picard: Affirmative, Number One. Are you ready? Riker: We are. Picard: La Forge, set in warp one point five. Laforge: Warp one point five, sir. Picard: Engage. Kosinski: All right, here we go. Kosinski: What are you doing? Laforge: Captain, we're passing warp ten! Picard: What is our velocity? Data: It's off the scale, sir. Picard: Reverse engines. Data: Captain, no one has ever reversed engines at this velocity. Picard: Because no one has gone this fast. Reverse engines. Picard: All stop. Laforge: Reading all stop, sir. Picard: Position? Laforge: Calculating it, sir. Data, what do you read there? Data: Malfunction, I trust. Picard: Position, Mister La Forge. Laforge: Well, sir, according to these calculations, we've not only left our own galaxy, but passed through two others, ending up on the far side of Triangulum. The galaxy known as M Thirty Three. Picard: That's not possible. Data, what distance have we traveled? Data: Two million seven hundred thousand light years. Picard: I can't accept that. Data: You must, sir. Our comparisons show it to be completely accurate. Laforge: And I calculate that at maximum warp, sir it would take over three hundred years to get home. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41263.2. This will be a rather unusual log entry, assuming Starfleet ever receives it. As I have already informed my crew, a phenomenal surge of power during a warp speed experiment has sent our starship hurtling out of our own galaxy, past another, taking us over two million seven hundred thousand light years in a few minutes. Laforge: Message on this has been transmitted to Starfleet, sir. Data: Which, traveling subspace, they should receive in fifty-one years, ten months nine weeks, sixteen days Picard: Mister Data! Data: Sir? Kosinski: Captain Picard, I presume? Riker: We're still trying to determine what happened, sir. Kosinski: The truth is, Captain, I made a mistake. A wonderful, incredible mistake. Picard: Just explain what brought us here. Kosinski: As the power grew, I applied the energy asymptomatically. I anticipated some tilling, but it didn't occur. Now that was my error, using the Bessel functions at the beginning. Picard: What is he saying, Number One? Riker: To tell the truth, sir, it sounds to me like nonsense to me. But considering Picard: Considering where we are, we must assume it isn't. Wesley: Can I do something to help? I can call my mother. She's a doctor. Traveller: No, there's nothing she can do. I need to rest. I've been away too long. Wesley: What happened to you, is it part of what happened to the ship? Traveller: Please believe me, I mean no harm to this vessel or those in it. Wesley: Is Mister Kosinski like he sounds? A joke? Traveller: No, that's too cruel. He has sensed some small part of it Wesley: That space and time and thought aren't the separate things they appear to be? I just thought the formula you were using said something like that. Traveller: Boy, don't ever say that again. And especially not at your age in a world that's not ready for such, such dangerous nonsense. Kosinski: I've always suspected this rate of speed was possible, of course, but at this level? No, never. We're going to need new definitions. New parameters. Argyle: Perhaps you could call it the Kosinski scale. Kosinski: Why not? Yes, of course. Since I'm the one who has made the so-called warp barrier meaningless. And, Captain, this must be a special thrill for you. Picard: Thrill? Kosinski: As an explorer. In three centuries of space flight, we've charted just eleven percent of our galaxy. And then we accomplish this. Picard: Yes, but isn't the real point, can you do it again? Can you get us home? Kosinski: Of course I can. I'll just do what I did before. Coming, Riker? Picard: Commander Riker will join you in a moment. Picard: Comment is invited. Counselor? Troi: He's convinced he's right. I have no doubt of that. Worf: Captain, can you allow a man who has made one mistake back into a position where he may make another? Laforge: Captain, what are our options really? I mean, if this guy can't get us back, who will? Data: Captain, we're here. Why not avail ourselves of this opportunity for study? There is a giant protostar here in the process of forming. No other vessel has been out this far. Picard: Spoken like a true Starfleet graduate. It is tempting, eh, Number One? Riker: Aye, sir, it is. But as they say, sir, you're the Captain. Picard: I know that if Kosinski can get us home, Starfleet can use his technique to bring back a pure science vessel to do even more. Number One, tell Kosinski prepare to get us out of here. Riker: Aye, sir. Kosinski: Do you realize how many great advancements of mankind have been tied to speed? This is a moment in history. Right here, right now. And your names will be forever linked with mine. Wesley: Excuse me, Commander Riker. I don't think he did this. I think Riker: Not now, Wes. Picard: Standing by, Number One. Wesley: But sir, when this all happened, I was watching his assistant Riker: I'm sure it was fascinating, Wesley. I am looking forward to hearing about it. But not right now. Riker: Aye, sir. Kosinski: Come on. Wesley: He's too tired. Why don't you do it by yourself? Kosinski: Yes, why not? Traveller: No, I will help. Kosinski: As you wish. Laforge: I've laid in the reciprocal course back, Captain. Kosinski: Tell the captain I am ready, First Officer. Riker: We're ready for you to engage, Captain. Picard: As before Picard: Begin at warp one point five. Laforge: Warp one point five, sir. Kosinski: This isn't working. Picard: All stop. Laforge: Answering all stop, Captain. Data: According to the instruments, sir, our speed never exceeded warp one point five. Laforge: All stopped, sir. Picard: Yes, but where is this place? Data: Where none have gone before. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41263.3. Instead of returning to our own galaxy, the Enterprise has gone forward to a place in the universe which is uncharted and unknown. Our present position puts us at over a billion light years from our galaxy. Picard: Data, you have the helm. I'll be in Engineering. Tasha: What is it? Worf: A Klingon Targ! My pet. From home, but when I was a child. Tasha: You're telling me that's a kitty-cat? Worf: Yes, I suppose you could call it that. Tasha: You darling, what are you doing here? Tasha: Now, run. This isn't a safe place at all. Laforge: Tasha, what's wrong? You look scared to death. Tasha: I was, I was. This is crazy. I was at the colony where I grew up, being chased by a rape gang Laforge: Are you all right? Well, you're safe now. Crewman: Captain! Captain, we need help. Picard: What's wrong? Crewman: Don't you see what's following us? Picard: Ensign, what are you doing? Maman: You look tense, Jean-Luc. Come and have a cup of tea. Picard: Maman? Maman: I'll make it good and strong, the way you like it. We will have a nice long talk. Picard: This can't be. You've been Maman: Dead? But I'm always with you, you know that. Picard: Yes, I've felt that. But why now, suddenly. Maman: You mean out here? At what you say us the end of the universe? Or do you see this as the beginning of it? Picard: We believe it the outer rim. Maman, do you understand these things? Can you tell me where my ship is? What is this place? Riker: Captain? You were reported headed for Picard: Just a moment, Number One! Riker: Can I help you, sir? Picard: No. No, let's help all of us. General quarters. Red Alert. Argyle: What is it Captain? Why are we at General quarters? Picard: I had to get everyone's attention. It was the quickest way. This is the Captain. This is not a drill. It seems that in this place, the world of the physical universe and the world of ideas is somehow intermixed. What we think Picard: Also becomes a reality. We must, therefore, I repeat, must begin controlling our thoughts. Picard: We will give you more on this as our understanding increases. The Enterprise will stay at full alert until the crisis is over. Picard: What did you do? Riker: It wasn't him. It never was. It was his assistant. Picard: What are you talking about? Riker: Kosinski wasn't the one controlling the warp experiments. Kosinski: It was me! Riker: The equations he punched in were nonsense, just as we thought. Kosinski: I honestly thought it was me. I thought somehow, somehow I was operating on his level. Argyle: It's also my fault, Captain. I should have realized it wasn't Kosinski. Picard: How could you? How could any of us? Riker: Wesley did. Picard: If you knew something, why didn't you say so? Riker: He tried, twice. I didn't listen. Picard: He's unconscious. Why? Crusher: I'm not certain yet. Wesley: He phased, sir. Picard: What does that mean? Wesley: Parts of him disappeared and then came back. Nobody else was paying attention to him the first time. Riker: When we saw it this time, he seemed to be struggling, fighting it. Crusher: He's dying. Picard: He mustn't. He's the only one who can get us back. Crusher: Realistically, it does not seem possible. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Our position is unknown, and our only chance of returning to the known universe is a dying alien who is generally humanoid but with a physiology sufficiently different from our own to create medical problems in caring for him. Picard: Cause? Crusher: I don't know. My equipment doesn't register his kind of life signs. I would have to guess exhaustion, fatigue. Wesley: Is he going to be all right? Picard: What is the boy doing here? Wesley: Mom, he's my friend. Riker: You may want him here before we're done, sir. He seems to have developed some sort of special attachment to the boy. Wesley: My name is Wesley, Commander Riker. Picard: He knows. We all know. Will he live? Crusher: I'm not sure. Picard: Wake him. Crusher: I recommend we let him come around in his own time. Picard: We don't have that luxury. Wake him. Crusher: He could die, and with him any chance we have. Picard: Doctor. Wes. We all have other friends aboard this ship, too. If we stay here much longer we may lose the ability to distinguish between thought and reality. Now, regardless of the risk, wake him. Now. Picard: Do you recognize me? I'm the Captain and I need answers. Traveller: I'll do my best to provide Picard: Who are you? Or what? Traveller: I am a Traveler. Picard: Traveler? What is your destination? Traveller: Destination? Picard: Yes, what place are you trying to reach? Traveller: Ah, place. No. There is no specific place I wish to go. Picard: Then what is the purpose of your journey? Traveller: Curiosity. Picard: That's not an answer. Traveller: I have certain abilities. They give me an understanding of propulsion. I've been trading this for passage on Starfleet vessels. Riker: And allowing Kosinski to take credit for what you did. Traveller: It seemed the sensible way. Picard: Until now. Traveller: Captain, I seek only transportation in order to see and experience your reality. I am no a threat to you, your ship or your crew. Wesley: He isn't, Captain. I know he isn't. Picard: Our reality? And in order to satisfy this curiosity, you have brought my ship and my crew into great risk. Traveller: I have made some mistakes. Picard: Some mistakes? What mistakes could possibly explain these incredible explosions of velocity? Traveller: I don't know if I can put this in terms you'll understand. Picard: I believe there may be a warp speed that can get us beyond Galaxy M Thirty Three, but there is no velocity of any magnitude that can possibly bring us wherever this is. Is it true what our navigation sensors are telling us? Are we millions of light years away from where we were? Traveller: Well, yes. Picard: Well, what got us here? Traveller: Thought. Picard: Thought? Traveller: You do understand, don't you that thought is the basis of all reality? The energy of thought, to put it in your terms, is very powerful. Kosinski: That's not an explanation. Traveller: I have the ability to act like a lens which focuses thought. Kosinski: That's just so much nonsense. You're asking us to believe in magic. Traveller: Well yes, this could seem like magic to you. Picard: No. No, it actually makes sense to me. Only the power of thought could explain what has been happening. Especially out here. Traveller: Thought is the essence of where you are now. You do understand the danger, don't you? Picard: Chaos. What we think is what happens. Traveller: It pains me I was so careless, Captain. My intent was only to observe, not to cause this. You should not be here until your far, far distant future. Certainly not until you have learned control. Riker: You are from a different time, aren't you? Traveller: Well, no, not exactly from another time. Although as you understand the concept, yes, perhaps that term fits as well as any. Riker: And you have this ability to travel. Traveller: Yes. Riker: And others of your kind have the same ability? Traveller: Yes. Riker: Then why, in all of our history, is there no record of you or someone like you ever having visited us? Traveller: What wonderful arrogance. There is no record because we have not visited you before. Riker: Why not? Traveller: Well, up until now, if you'll forgive this, you've been uninteresting. It's only now that your life form merits serious attention. I'm sorry. Picard: What's happening? Crusher: He's unconscious again. Picard: Revive him. Crusher: Whatever you need from him, you'd better get it soon. Riker: If I may suggest, sir, that first leap out of our galaxy was, as he said, a mistake. Picard: Unless he was distracted by something. Riker: And it weakened him, in some way leading to the incredible leap out here. Kosinski: Theory! Picard: Do you have any facts that fit this? Can you get us back? Kosinski: Wait, Captain, not so fast. We have an opportunity here for scientific discovery. Picard: And we report our observations how? To whom? Can you get us back? Traveller: I will try. Picard: Number One, take him down to main Engineering. I'll be on the Bridge. Wesley: No! He's very weak. Traveller: The Captain's right. We must hurry. But first, I request a moment with the Captain. Alone. Picard: Strange how he seems to care for you. Traveller: He will forget me in time, which is as it should be. It's Wesley I wanted to speak to you about. Picard: The boy? Traveller: It's best you do not repeat this to the others, especially not to the mother. Whatever may happen, it is imperative that it proceed naturally. Picard: I must get my ship back. Do we have time for this? Traveller: Oh, yes. He and a few like him are why I travel. You have it in your power to encourage him without interfering. Picard: Encourage him in what? Traveller: How shall I explain? Are you familiar with the intricacies of what is called here music? Picard: Somewhat. Traveller: Such musical genius I saw in one of your ship's libraries. One called Mozart, who as a small child wrote astonishing symphonies. A genius who made music not only to be heard, but seen and felt beyond the understanding, the ability of others. Wesley is such a person. Not with music, but with the equally lovely intricacies of time, energy, propulsion. and the instruments of this vessel which allow all that to be played. You're right, I must hurry now. But you're right in something else. He is just a boy for now. He should be encouraged, but told none of this. Picard: We're going to get back home. Take him to Engineering. Riker: Yes, sir. Picard: I'll be on the Bridge. Riker: Yes, sir. Picard: Put it out! Crewman: How? Picard: Think! Put the flame out in your thoughts. Picard: Now, Get to your station and concentrate on your assignment. Crewman: Yes, sir. Picard: Captain's log. Any time entry is meaningless. We have no choice but to repeat the same warp experiment. but wish one variation. A principal part of this warp formula will be the thoughts of everyone aboard the Enterprise. We have no idea exactly how this works. We understand only that the Traveler makes use of this somehow. It will be most important that those aboard avoid random thoughts that might change the reality of what we're attempting to do. Picard: Do you have any further advice, Counselor? Troi: When you begin the attempt, there will be stress, and it's only natural the crew's concentration will shift. Tasha: Plus some genuine fear, Captain. You can't notice what's happening outside without feeling some of that. Picard: All decks, all stations. Picard: This is the Captain speaking. All decks, I must have your full attention. In a few moments, as we attempt to warp back home, it is vital, absolutely vital, that you center your thoughts on your duty or on the welfare of the one called the Traveler. Picard: Think of giving him some of your strength. Now, this is an order. You must try to do this. Picard: And now, attempt to concentrate completely on your duty of the moment. Or on the Traveler, on his well being. Picard: Think of him as someone you care deeply about. Picard: All decks, all stations. Battle stations. Traveller: I will need Kosinski back on the main computer. Kosinski: You need me? Traveller: Yes. Picard: Helm, set in warp one point five, retroactive course. Laforge: Warp one point five, retroactive two six one mark three one, sir. Picard: Bridge to Engineering. Stand by. Troi: I feel such an abundance of well being on the ship. It feels like, quite wonderful. Riker: Engineering to Bridge, we're ready. Picard: On my order, Mister Data, Mister La Forge. Engage. Picard: It's not happening. It's not enough. Data: Warp one point five, sir, which is what my instruments have read all along. Laforge: And our position reads exactly what it was before this sleigh ride began, sir. Picard: Cease Red Alert. Data: Sleigh ride? Laforge: Or whatever you want to call it, Data. I don't have a proper name for it. Riker: The Traveler's gone, sir. Picard: Gone? Riker: He's phased completely out of existence. At least, out of our existence. Picard: Attention all decks. This is to inform you that with your support the Traveler has returned us to our galaxy. However, he has now left us. Wherever he has gone, we wish him well. Have the boy sent to the Bridge, Number One. Riker: Wesley Crusher, report to the Bridge, on the double. Picard: Our next assignment is on this heading? Riker: Yes, sir. Picard: Mister Data, Mister La Forge, increase to warp five. Same heading. Data: Warp five, sir. Laforge: On that same heading, sir. Picard: Ah, Wesley. Come on the Bridge. Move! Picard: Commander Riker has told me how supportive you were in Engineering. Well done. At ease. Sit here in Command. Riker: Captain, it's not allowed. Your orders. Picard: Oh, that's true. Well, I can't waive them again. Only commissioned officers. Wesley: It's quite all right, sir, I understand. Picard: Please don't interrupt me, Wesley. Wesley: I'm sorry, sir. Picard: Any commissioned rank? Even ensign? Riker: That would give him authorized access to the Bridge. Picard: Well, then, I'll have to make him an acting ensign. Captain's log, stardate 41263.4. For outstanding performance in the best of Starfleet tradition, Wesley Crusher is made Acting Ensign, with the duties and privileges of that rank. And whether that rank becomes permanent, Mister Crusher, depends on you. At the earliest opportunity, your entrance application for Starfleet Academy will be tendered. Until then, you will learn this ship. Every operation, every function. Commander Riker, a duty schedule for Mister Crusher, heavy on study. Riker: Aye, sir. Picard: Meanwhile, you can sit here and learn something. Riker: Sir, shall I send for Doctor Crusher? Picard: Why? Is someone ill? Or would you rather tell her about this, Wes? Wesley: If you don't mind, sir, I'd like to sit here awhile. I'll tell her later.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41386.4. We are in pursuit of a starship of Ferengi design. Our mission is to intercept and recover a T9 energy converter which the Ferengi stole from an unmanned monitor post on Gamma Tauri Four. A theft which automatic scanners recorded, providing us with the long awaited opportunity to make close contact with a Ferengi vessel. If we succeed in this chase, it will be Starfleet's first look at a life form which, discounting rumor, we know almost nothing about. Riker: There she is. Picard: Enlarge. What is their course? Laforge: They are now angling through that solar system, Captain. Picard: Identify. Data: Listed as Delphi Ardu, sir. Eleven planets, unexplored. Riker: Stay with them, La Forge. Laforge: Aye, sir. Tasha: Sensors read a power surge from their last maneuver, Captain. Laforge: They are dropping to subwarp speed. Picard: Reduce to impulse power. Tasha: Sensor record fluctuations in the energy readings from it, Captain. Data: Possibility, a malfunction in their engines, sir. Laforge: Breaks my heart. Worf: In visual range, Captain. Picard: Fully enlarge. Laforge: Hello, stranger. Picard: Very impressive design. Riker: Anything on that design, Data? Data: Nothing specific, sir. As you know, Ferengi technology is estimated to be generally equal to our own. Picard: But that does not mean identical, however. Data: Correct, sir. We are no doubt advanced in some areas, they in others. Laforge: Showing another power surge, sir. Worf: They are firing on us. Picard: Damage report? Tasha: Shields holding. Data: Mostly electromagnetic, sir. Fusion generator and batteries down by thirty percent. Laforge: Our impulse engines are surging now. Worf: They're firing again. Tasha: Deflector shield power weakening, Captain. Phasers ready. Photon torpedoes ready. Riker: Do we return their fire, sir? Picard: Negative, Number One. They're just reacting to our close pursuit. Fall back a bit but stay with them. Data: They are slowing too, sir. Tasha: They may be turning to fight. Picard: Open hailing freq. Why are we gaining on them? Don't anticipate. Laforge: I'm not, sir. Something's wrong. Data: Sir, something is dragging us forward. Picard: I read that, too. Lieutenant Yar, what do your sensors show? Tasha: Not certain, sir. I'm getting very confusing readings. Data: Captain, this shouldn't be. Our ship's power systems are failing. Tasha: Deflector shield failing. Phasers going inoperative, Captain. Laforge: Captain, something is completely immobilizing us. Worf: Immobilized by the damn Ferengi. Picard: We need more information. What the hell are they are using? Riker: Obviously we've underestimated their technology, Captain. Picard: Considerably. It appears the Ferengi have us right where they want us. In their sights. Are you searching all frequencies? Any sign of any kind of messages? Worf: Negative, sir. Picard: Weapons report, Lieutenant. Tasha: I have phasers and torpedoes armed, but I show insufficient power to fire them. Picard: Engineering, give me status on power recovery. Engineering, come in. Why aren't they answering? La Forge. Laforge: Sir. Picard: Get me a full report from Engineering. Laforge: Aye, sir. Riker: It's impossible they could be draining all power from all systems. Picard: Counselor? Troi: I'm sensing nothing from them Captain. Which could mean they can shield their thoughts and emotions from others. Picard: It still makes it our move. Troi: Sir, they may know as little about us as we do about them. Riker: Except that they know they've got us in deep trouble. Picard: If so, the question becomes how will they use that knowledge? Data, do you have any information touching this on any file? Data: None, sir. Only hearsay and third hand reports, most of which conflict. Riker: Which reports do not conflict? Data: That the Ferengi are, well, the best description may be traders. Picard: What kind of traders? Data: A comparison modern scholars have drawn from Earth history likens the Ferengi to the ocean-going Yankee traders of eighteenth and nineteenth century America, sir. Riker: From the history of my forebears. Yankee traders. Data: Who in this case sail the galaxy in search of mercantile and territorial opportunity. Riker: And are those scholars saying the Ferengi may not unlike us? Data: Hardly, sir. I believe this analogy refers to the worst quality of capitalists. The Ferengi are believed to conduct their affairs of commerce on the ancient principle caveat emptor. Let the buyer beware. Riker: Yankee traders. I like the sound of that. Data: Well, sir, I doubt they wear red, white and blue, or look anything like Uncle Sam. Picard: Engineering? Join La Forge down below in Engineering, Number One. Riker: Aye, sir. Picard: Without warp capacity, we're just a floating target. Worf: Uncle who? Tasha: What have bright, primary colors got to do with it? Picard: I understand the allusion. Colors representing countries at a time when they competed with each other. Red, white and blue for the United States. Whereas the French more properly used the same colors in the order of blue, white and red. Data: And the German nation red, black and gold. The Italians green, white and red. The British Picard: That's enough, Data. Data: It was you who Picard: We're discussing the Ferengi. I wish I had some clue as to what they will do next. Data: Given what is now happening to our ship, sir, their weapons could be vastly superior to ours. Picard: Yes, Data, that is a natural assumption. Engineering? Riker: Bottom line, La Forge. Laforge: It's not good, sir. The Ferengi forcefield that holds this ship compensates almost as fast as we can increase power. Riker: Almost? Laforge: Well, there's a point three hundred seventy two millisecond delay between use of our power and the neutralizing counter force of the Ferengi. See, we push and they push back in equal force, sir. Riker: What's our acceleration delay between slow-reverse impulse and top warp speed? Laforge: That's point three-hundred milliseconds. There's Ah, I see where you're going. We shift down and then kick hard into warp nine. Yeah! Come back fighting! whooey! Riker: Can we do it, Geordi? Laforge: Ask me after it's done, sir. I want a slow reverse into drop off over five minutes. We'll show them what this baby can do, sir. Riker: Give me everything you've got. Laforge: Aye, aye, sir. Riker: In a sudden, abrupt power surge to high warp speed, Captain, we may be able to break loose from that Ferengi forcefield. Picard: I wonder what they're thinking over there. Riker: They're wondering what we're going to do next. Worf: I say fight, sir. There's nothing shameful in falling before a superior enemy. Picard: And nothing shameful in a strategic retreat, either. Laforge: All systems ready, Captain. And communication now restored to Engineering. Picard: Excellent, La Forge. Now let's, er, let's throw them off guard. Lieutenant Yar. Open hailing frequencies. Tasha: Hailing frequencies open, sir. Picard: At least we won't begin with weakness. Attention Ferengi starship! This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. In the name of the United Federation of Planets, I demand you return the T9 energy converter you removed from Gamma Tauri Four. Send that in all language forms. Tasha: All language forms, sir. Picard: Sometimes, Riker, the best way to win a fight is not to be there. Riker: Yes, sir. He will triumph who knows when to fight and when not to fight. Picard: Glad the Academy's still teaches the strategies of Sun Tzu. This delay had better prove out, LaForge. Laforge: Point three hundred milliseconds, sir. Picard: Let's blast full power into warp nine. Ready? Laforge: On your command, Captain. Picard: On a count of three. Stand by on phasers. One, set warp to nine. Two, divert shield power to the main engines. Three. Picard: Merde. Shields up. Data: Captain, I think you had better see this. Picard: What's wrong? Data: Someone is reading every file, every bit of information stored in the Enterprise memory banks. Laforge: They can do that? Data: And more, perhaps. Troi: Captain, if I may recommend? With our attention on the Ferengi vessel, we have ignored the planet. Picard: Data, consult the charts on this planet. See what we've got on it. Conference evaluation. Picard: So, while we still have some power left, it is time for difficult decisions. Opinions please. Tasha: I say put all available power into a full-out combined phaser and photon torpedo salvo. Destroy their ability to sustain this forcefield, sir. Worf: Yes! Hit them hard and hit them fast. Picard: Impractical and provocative. Even assuming that we have the power to sustain such a tactic. Tasha: But Captain, isn't firing on us an act of war? Troi: The facts are the Ferengis did fire at us, but we were chasing them. Since then, all they've done is searched our computers, trying to learn who and what we are. Picard: Your point, Counselor? Troi: Let's talk to them. Picard: It's been tried. No response. Troi: But did we tell them anything they wanted to hear? Picard: La Forge? Other opinions? Thank you for your advice. Picard: Will? I haven't had your assessment. Riker: I believe we've covered every available alternatives, Captain. Are there other options that you want to analyze? Picard: The only one remaining is the one that needs no conversation. The only one we must avoid. Riker: Sir? Picard: The one that leads to total annihilation. Picard: Open hailing frequencies. Data: Open, sir. Picard: Attention, Ferengi starship. This is Captain Picard. It is obvious that we are in a situation here which needs resolving, and we are willing to do whatever is required, whatever is necessary. I would like, I would request, that you present your terms to us. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41386.5. It is with a heavy heart that I have offered to meet whatever reasonable and necessary terms are demanded by the Ferengi. I fear for my people and my vessel in the event the unknown Ferengi ask the unreasonable. How can I oppose even unreasonable demands? Riker: It's moving, sir. Worf: We ask to surrender and now they fire on us? Tasha: Ready torpedoes, sir? We have enough power for a few of them. Picard: Ready, but hold on ready. Open hailing frequencies. Data: Hailing frequencies open, sir. Picard: Ferengi vessel, we are awaiting your response. Tasha: Suggest first strike, sir. Our shields now only have sixty three seconds of power left before lowering. Worf: If the Ferengi ship's sensors can read us, sir, they will be waiting until we are most vulnerable. Riker: I'm afraid I agree, Captain. They have not responded. Picard: We'll wait a bit more, Number One. Tasha: Fifty seconds. Picard: Patience. Patience. Tarr: The quicker we can come to terms, the better, NCC 1701-D. Picard: Who is speaking? Tarr: I am Tarr. DaiMon of the Ferengi. You wish to discuss surrender, Captain Picard? Picard: What I said, DaiMon Tarr, is Tarr: Unconditional surrender, I warn you, is totally unacceptable! We will die to the last one of us before such dishonor! Tasha: Hailing frequencies closed, sir. Picard: Something has seized their ship too. They're in the same predicament as us. Launch a sensor probe. Set it to search for the source of whatever this something is that is holding both ships. Go back to hailing frequency, fast. And I regret, DaiMon Tarr, that I can no longer negotiate unless it is conducted visually. Tarr: Your complete message not received, Enterprise, but visual communication is against our custom. Picard: And it is against Starfleet orders to accept a surrender otherwise. Do you withdraw your surrender? Tarr: You give us no choice, Enterprise. May we have a visual on you as well? Picard: Agreed, DaiMon Tarr. You should be able to view us now. Are we on your screen? Tarr: Yes. The ugliness of the human was not an exaggeration. I do not know how your twisted alien culture has paralyzed our vessel, but I concede your Enterprise is superior. We will return your worthless T9 device and we offer the life of our second officers as required by the Ferengi code. Data: Fortunately, Starfleet has no such rules involving our second officers. Tarr: Is this to your satisfaction, Picard Captain? Picard: Your offer may be inadequate, but I will discuss it with my staff. Stand by for further communications. Riker: Matthew! Pola! You know this area is off limits. Come on, come on. Boys will be boys, Captain. Picard: Lieutenant, have you launched the probe? Laforge: Aye, sir. We should getting those readings soon. Picard: Well, if we're not holding the Ferengi and they're not holding us, who the hell is? Laforge: The probe will give us some of those answers, sir. Picard: Data, you were going to show us something. Data: As requested, Captain, library computer information on this planet. It has been charted only from long range scans. It is Class M, but shows no indications of life forms, sentient or otherwise. However, you may find this of interest. Resolving it into our language. Data: The center of a huge space federation, a population of trillions. Picard: Trillions? I've never heard the word Tkon before. Data: Understandable. It has been extinct six hundred thousand of our of our years. These planets were once outposts of that empire. Picard: Data, what are you doing? Data: Apologies, Captain. I seem to have reached an odd functional impasse. I am stuck. Picard: Then get unstuck and continue with the briefing. Data: Yes, sir. That is what I am trying to do, sir, but the solution eludes me. Laforge: My hero. Picard: Continue, Commander. Data: Intriguing. It describes the Empire as being highly advanced and powerful, and capable of actually moving stars. Riker: Stars whose planets are their defense system? Data: Correct, sir. Outposts. The planet below was possibly one of them. Tasha: Excuse the interruption, Captain, but this may be worth it. We're now receiving a signal from the probe. Picard: We'll take it here. Laforge: Incredible! Riker: There's our mysterious something, Captain. It is a forcefield of some kind. Picard: Reaching up from the planet surface. Amazing power. Data, what does the legend say about the end of the Tkon Empire? Data: Their sun went supernova, sir. Picard: Could this planet have escaped that? Data: This planet may have been the most distant outpost, sir, but it shows no life form readings. Picard: We should take a look at it, Number One. Stand by with an away team. Riker: And if the Ferengi also realize the forcefield emanates from the planet, sir? Picard: That's a complication. Maybe we should ask them to join us in this. Laforge: Team up with the Ferengi, sir? Picard: We've been ordered to learn all we can about them. Do you know a better way? Laforge: Data. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. In orbit of a mysterious planet, whose unexplained forcefield has seized us with a power almost beyond imagination. If there is a solution to this, it almost certainly will involve cooperation from the Ferengi. Tasha: Ship's power drain is critical, Captain. I must now shut down our shields to maintain life support systems. Picard: Understood. Open hailing frequencies. Tasha: Hailing frequencies open, sir. Picard: Ferengi vessel from Enterprise, come in. Tarr: Your alien images again shock us. Picard: With regard to the surrender, DaiMon Tarr. The facts are somewhat different. Tarr: Our own probe has already shown us your trickery, human. We withdraw our surrender. Picard: Agreed. Perhaps you would agree to a more productive relationship? Tarr: I prefer a more profitable one, human. Data: Yankee trader. Tarr: Explain what means yankee traders? Laforge: He heard that. Picard: He recognizes your interest in profit. Or is that an incorrect assumption? Tarr: We seek only what is equitable. What do you seek? Why did you begin by attacking us? Picard: We did not attack you. We gave chase in order to recover a Federation-owned energy device which Tarr: Which we know is ours. Your barbarous Federation placed it on one of our planets! Picard: On the contrary, Gamma Tauri Four is recognized by all civilized members of Tarr: The Ferengi are not uncivilized, human! Are you suggesting otherwise? Picard: All I'm saying is that you removed something which clearly did not belong to you. Tarr: Are you now calling us thieves?! Picard: On the contrary, I have no wish to discuss issues of property or of territory, when our mutual problem remains. Like it or not, we are both trapped by this energy draining forcefield from the planet. Tarr: On that matter there can be no argument. Picard: I would like to propose a swap. Tarr: And what is a swap? Picard: It's a trade, an exchange. Tarr: Yes, trade, human. What do you offer? Picard: We will tell you what we know about the planet, and in trade, you will give us your information. Tarr: Ridiculous. How will we know you will not withhold information? Picard: We must trust each other, Tarr. Tarr: Amusing, human. Trust each other? Picard: I propose that we test this relationship by cooperating in a joint exploration of the planet surface. Tarr: And what profit is in this, Picard Captain? Picard: The profit, DaiMon Tarr, of saving all our lives. Tarr: We will agree, no doubt foolishly. But you are warned that any further trickery on your part will be met with no mercy. Picard: Agreed. If you care to join us, we have a well-proven transporter device Tarr: We have a matter-energy device of our own. We will beam a science team of three to whatever co-ordinates you propose. Picard: Excellent. We will transmit the information shortly. Enterprise out. Tasha: Hailing frequencies off. Picard: I would log that agreement as promising, at least. Riker: I wonder, Captain. I'm not usually one for distrust at first sight, but this may be an exception. Data: Especially in view of the fact the image he transmitted, sir, was somehow distorted. Troi: I sensed the same thing, Captain. He's hiding something. Riker: With this power drain we can't delay. Now, I'd like some additional help in case we run into trouble. Can you spare Worf? Picard: Take him. And be careful, Number One. Data: With this power drain, we may have trouble communicating with the Enterprise, sir. Riker: Understood. Anything else? Data: Due to this forcefield, there is presently no way to beam us back, sir. Laforge: You had to ask. Riker: Understood. Energize. Riker: Tasha? Data? Geordi? Worf? Anybody?! Riker: Data? Riker: What are you doing up there? Data: Most intriguing, sir. I assume a problem of inaccurately transmitted program coordinates due to the force field around the ship, sir. Are we alone, sir? Riker: Unfortunately. Let's find the others. What do you make of these? Data: Crystalline. Mostly inert. Nothing to write home about. Riker: Excuse me? Data: Slang, sir. I did use it correctly, did I not? Riker: They've got to be around here somewhere. Riker: What's that? Data: What? Riker: That! Geordi! Riker: Are you conscious? Laforge: Do I look conscious? Riker: What are you doing? Laforge: I'm resting, sir. My foot's stuck. Up there. I materialized upside down above the planet surface. Data: Tricorder's useless, sir. Communication's gone too. Fortunately you did not break any Laforge: Data, who's that? Riker: Who are you? Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. It is now six hours since our away team beamed down to the planet surface. On the Enterprise, our condition is rapidly worsening. Ordinarily, with reserve power alone, we could maintain life support for several months. But the force holding has closed down all engines and is draining our reserve power too. Troi: It's getting much, much colder, sir. How far down is it likely to go? Picard: A lot. Even in orbital space it'll get below minus two hundred degrees. Crusher: We won't have to worry much past minus seventy or so. Picard: Feels like that right now. Good. Thank you. Letek: If he moves, kill him. Mordoc: Letek, has what we've done broken our agreement with their captain? Letek: We will accuse the humans of preparing to ambush us. It will be our word against theirs and who is more trustworthy, Mordoc? It looks like gold. Tastes like gold. Riker: It is gold. Letek: Accursed planet! Riker: It's nothing compared to what our Captain will do when he finds out you've broken our landing party agreement. Letek: What part of the agreement? You appeared and attacked us. Are you one of their assassins? Riker: I'm Commander William Riker, First Officer of the USS Enterprise. You have a lot to learn. Riker: I've got this one! Data: Careful, Commander, they're much stronger than Worf: Pygmy cretins! Letek: Kill them. Mordoc: Hideous monsters! Tasha: No! Good, you've heard of phasers. Now, over there. Mordoc: Is this a female? Kayron: A human female, Letek? Letek: Yes, it is true. You work with females, arm them, and force them to wear clothing. Mordoc: Sickening. Picard: I've diverted the reserve power to the family decks. They'll last longest. Is there anything else we can do, Doctor? Where's Wesley? Crusher: He's in our quarters. I was tempted to give him a sedative. Picard: You shouldn't. Crusher: I know, but he's my son. I love him. Picard: He has the right to meet death awake. Crusher: Is that a male perspective? Picard: Rubbish Tasha: Hold it right there! Stop. Stop! Riker: Phasers on stun. Tasha: Already set. Tasha: What's going on? Letek: What is this? Data: I believe we can deduce that these crystalline tree shapes are actually energy collectors. Riker: Along the same principle as that which is draining energy from our ships. Laforge: But the Ferengi weapons were working when we first arrived. Tasha: Which means something new has happened. Laforge: I'm finally beginning to understand what my eyes have been showing me. It's patterns of force everywhere. This entire planet has been turned into a power accumulator. Riker: And these? Laforge: It's the whole point of this place. I can see the planet's power emanating from. Commander. Portal: Be you barbarians? Speak! Portal: Who meets the challenge? Who will it be? Letek: Him. Portal: You have awakened Portal six three. Do you petition to enter the Empire? Riker: Who asks the question? Portal: A guardian of the Tkon Empire. Portal: Biped. Excellent. Riker: Why should we petition to entry to an empire that no longer exists? Portal: Why do you attempt deception? The Empire is forever. Riker: Your empire fell prey to a supernova. Portal: We are forever. Riker: Data, Please repeat the file. Data: It is a matter of record, Portal. In the Age of Makto, the central star of the Tkon Empire destabilized and Portal: There has never been an Age of Makto. Data: In fact, there have been many ages which have come and passed since Makto. Portal: This is the Age of Bastu! Data: I'm afraid not. According to the Tkon use of galactic motionary startime charts, after Bastu came Cimi, Xora, Makto Portal: Enough! Absurdities! Riker: You must have been asleep, Portal, for hundreds of thousands of our years. Letek: Deception is the way of the human. We Ferengi will gladly make a petition. Riker: We invite your petition. Portal: Speak. Letek: We wish to offer our services to serve the Tkon Empire at no profit. Return control of our starship to us and we will happily destroy the human criminals and their vessel which attacked us without provocation. They came to loot your empire, but we intercepted them. Portal: You are accused of deceit and treachery. Do you give yourself up for judgment? Riker: Yes. If you believe those accusations, then you certainly should act on them. Letek: And there is even more. We can prove that the humans are destroyers of legal commerce, and that they selfishly withhold vital technology from backward worlds. Mordoc: And necessary defensive weapons, too. We Ferengi now challenge this human madness. Riker: I admit we withheld modern technology from some worlds. Kayron: You see? They are demented. Their values are insane. You cannot believe the business opportunities they have destroyed. Letek: Proof of their barbarism. They adorn themselves with gold, a despicable use of a valuable metal. And they shamelessly clothe their females. Mordoc: Inviting others to unclothe them. The very depth of perversion. Tasha: Paws off, Ferengi. Mordoc: No female, human or Ferengi, can order Mordoc around! Submit! Tasha: Just try it, shorty. Riker: At ease, Lieutenant! Riker: And we still have more faults Data: They should add that Starfleet has permitted several civilizations to fall. We have at times allowed the strong and violent to overcome the weak. Letek: They admit their crimes! Hear them! They admit the evil that they do! Portal: Barbarian! Letek: Yes, you show wisdom. Portal: Barbarians all! But this one first, in the fashion the Empire has always challenged savages. Worf: No! For battle, come to me! Riker: No! That's an order. Portal: You have a single chance for life. One only. What is the answer to my challenge? I offer a thought. He will triumph who knows when to fight and when not to fight. You are being tested, Riker! What is the answer? Riker: How do you know my name? Portal: Ahhh. You are facing fate with composure. But what is the answer to my challenge? Riker: Fear is the true enemy, the only enemy. Portal: Unlike these little ones who close their minds, your mind holds interesting thoughts. Know your enemy and know yourself, and you will always be victorious. Why that thought? And who is this Sun Tzu you revere? Riker: An old Chinese philosopher from ancient Earth history. Portal: You must tell me more of this wisdom, so much like our own. Riker: Gladly. But first our starship. Can you release it? Portal: It is released. All power is restored. Crusher: Not a moment too soon, Jean. I mean, Captain. Portal: I admit I had my doubts as your ships battled each other in overt acts of belligerence. Normally, I would have destroyed all of you and your ships, but something confused me. Riker: Which was? Portal: First, you wanted to murder each other. Then you were willing to help each other. Letek: What of our vessel? We knew the same answer. Mordoc: The truth is, I gave those words to this human. Portal: What of them? Shall I destroy them? Riker: Then they would learn nothing. Portal: A most interesting conclusion. But what if they will never learn, Riker? Riker: Is this a test also? Portal: In life, one is always tested. Riker: I find them very much as we were a several hundred years ago, but possessing the technology they have now, they're very dangerous . Kayron: Untrue. We seek friendship with you. Riker: But we can hardly hate what we once were. They may grow and learn. Portal: And learn ways to destroy you. Riker: Our values require us to face that possibility. What of you, with your empire gone? Portal: The universe exists to me to create life. I shall sleep, until needed again. Picard: Compliments, Lieutenant. Tasha: Thank you. Picard: Lieutenant Worf. Picard: You've done well. Data: Something to write home about. Laforge: Something to write home about? Data, that's very human. Riker: The T9 energy converter has been beamed aboard and secured, sir. The Ferengi complained bitterly, but one final roar from Portal convinced them. Picard: I commend your performance, Number One. Riker: One final request, sir. Permission to beam a box of Data's Chinese finger puzzles over to the Ferengi. A thank you for all they tried to do. Picard: Make it so.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41249.3. We have orbited the two major planets of the Beta Renner system taking aboard delegates from those two worlds. Since achieving space flight, their major life forms, the Anticans and the Selay have become deadly enemies. But both have also applied for admission into our Federation. We are to deliver these delegates to this sector's neutral conference planet, called Parliament, in the hope their dispute can be resolved. Picard: I'm Captain Picard. Welcome aboard. We hope your journey will be pleasant and comfortable. Arranging that will be my First Officer, Commander Riker. Riker: Welcome aboard. If you'll follow me I will show you the accommodations that we've Selay: We can already smell the Anticans. They were taken aboard first? Picard: Only because their world was the first on this heading to Parliament. Selay: Will our quarters be near the Anticans? Riker: About one hundred meters apart. Picard: Is that all right? Selay: No. Unsatisfactory. Riker: I believe we can accommodate your wishes. We'll rearrange the suite assignments. If you'll follow me. Selay: And we must be upwind from the Anticans. Riker: Of course, sir. Tasha: Neither seem like very promising Federation candidates, sir. Picard: Even Parliament's peacemakers may find this case a little difficult. Picard: But do you understand the basis of all this nonsense between them? Riker: No sir. I didn't understand that kind of hostility even when I studied Earth history. Picard: Really? Oh, yes, well these life forms feel such passionate hatred matters of custom, God concepts, even, strangely enough, economic systems Data: Sir, my sensors are picking up an unusual energy object ahead. Picard: On screen. Tasha: Confirmed, sir. My sensors read nothing solid but considerable energy in changing patterns. Data: Also traveling at warp speed, sir. Intriguing. I can find no match with anything in our records, sir. Picard: Change course to make a close sensor pass. We can then increase warp speed and reach Parliament on schedule. Data: Aye, sir. Laforge: So, Worf, why the interest in this? It's just routine maintenance on the sensor assemblies. Worf: Simple, Geordi. Our Captain wants his junior officers to learn, learn, learn. Laforge: Not just the junior ones. Okay, you hold this relay offline while I adjust these sensor circuits. Tasha: Security to Sensor Maintenance. Laforge: Lieutenant La Forge here. Tasha: We're making a close sensor pass on an unusual object, Geordi. Any problems? Laforge: Not at all, Lieutenant. All equipment on line and functioning. Tasha: Sensors ready, sir. Picard: Life form reading? Data: No life form reading, sir. Picard: Begin the pass. Data: Sir, it is changing shape. Picard: Any readings of matter there? Data: Negative, Captain. Energy only. Laforge: Worf! La Forge to Sickbay. We havd a medical emergency in sensor maintenance. I repeat, this is a medical emergency. Crusher: What happened? Laforge: I don't know. He got hit by some sensor feedback, maybe. Laforge: You got it, Doc? Crusher: I got it. Lieutenant Worf, can you hear what I'm saying? Let's get him up. Laforge: Okay. Come on, big guy. On your feet. Here we go. That's it. Crusher: Are you okay? Laforge: He was just monitoring the sensor console when he jerked as though something hit him. What my sensors showed was a glow, just for a second. I can't explain it. Picard: Could your Visor device have malfunctioned? Laforge: I doubt it, sir. It seemed what I was seeing was something real. Tasha: Sorry to call you, sir. Not strictly security. It's about the dietary requirements of the Antican delegates. Riker: I thought that had been taken care of in advance, Tasha. Tasha: So did we, sir. Their live animals were beamed aboard. We were going to preserve the meat for them, but they say we must bring it to them alive. Riker: Then do so. Lieutenant Yar was confused. We no longer enslave animals for food purposes. Antican: But we have seen humans eat meat. Riker: You've seen something as fresh and tasty as meat, but inorganically materialized out of patterns used by our transporters. Antican: This is sickening. It's barbaric. Troi: He's reading normal now. How did you manage that? Crusher: Yes. Normal. Troi: Are you all right? Crusher: Yes, perfectly. Both of us. Quite normal now. Worf: What? Where am I? Troi: Don't you remember? You were in the sensor maintenance room. Worf: I remember monitoring the sensor console. What am I doing here? Troi: That's a story the Doctor will tell you. Picard: Obviously you feel it's something we should look at more carefully. Data: A mystery is only a mystery as long as it remains uninvestigated, sir. Picard: I love a mystery, Data, but this one will have to to wait until we deliver the delegates to their peace conference on Parliament. Time and tide, Lieutenant La Forge. Go to warp eight. Laforge: Warp eight, sir. Wesley: Him Mom. You're back early. Crusher: Yes. Wesley: Physical sciences class. We're studying Doctor Channing's theory on dilithium crystals. Crusher: Tell me about it. Wesley: Really? You never seemed that interested in warp theory before. Doctor Channing thinks it's possible to force dilithium into even more useful crystals. If as shown here, matter and antimatter could be aligned even more efficiently Crusher: Would that affect navigation? Wesley: This is engineering, not helm control. Crusher: Oh yes, the helm's located on the Bridge. Wesley: Mom, is something wrong? Crusher: This is the helm. Laforge: Unless there have been some changes I don't know about. Picard: Doctor Crusher? Crusher: You will wish to know Lieutenant Worf is much improved. Ready to return to duty. Picard: What was the diagnosis? Crusher: A temporary mental aberration. Picard: Doctor, when such a diagnosis concerns a bridge officer, I expect a better explanation. Crusher: Then I will first have to run some crosschecks on the library computer. Klingons are so unusual in their reactions, aren't they? Picard: Use Science Station two, Doctor. Data: Intriguing, Doctor. What does helm control have to do with medical crosschecks? Crusher: Why am I? Data: Is something wrong, Doctor? Picard: Doctor, are you all right? Crusher: Yes. Yes. I'll do my work in my office. That's where I should be. Picard: Do you want someone to accompany you? Data: Captain? There is a malfunction in this station. I cannot bring any information up on it. Science two does not function either, sir. Singh: Engineering to Captain Picard. Singh: We have something wrong with warp drive circuitry, sir. Chief: Transporter room six to Bridge. Reporting transporter console malfunction, sir. Picard: Data, this ship is less than a year out of Spacedock. What are the chances of this occurring? Data: It is a virtual impossibility, sir. Picard: So what the hell is going on here? Picard: And you are telling me there are no explanations for these malfunctions? Riker: At least, sir, all the department heads have reported the damage repaired. Picard: That was not my question, Number One. What caused the malfunctions? Singh: I believe it was a rampant electronic short that jumped from system to system, sir. But the only thing is, er Picard: Yes, Mister Singh? Singh: That shouldn't be possible. The affected systems don't generally interact with each other. And where they do, it wasn't an interlink that was malfunctioning. Picard: Have you spoken with Chief Engineer Argyle about this problem? Singh: With all the Engineering staff, sir. They're just as puzzled. Picard: Well, I'm not satisfied. I want an explanation of this by the time we reach Parliament. Singh: But, sir. Picard: By the time we reach Parliament, Mister Singh. Riker: These weapons were taken from two of your people who were loitering out of sight in the vicinity of the Selay delegation quarters. Would you care to explain, sir? Antican: These are not weapons, First Officer. They are tools. We use these to dispatch the animals we consume. Tasha: Your food supply is not on the same deck as the Selay delegation, sir. Riker: And you have to admit that these could kill. Antican: I admit some of my people are impulsive. and we all have reason to hate the Selay. Tasha: They appear to have the same feelings about you, sir. Antican: The nature of politics. Riker: Nevertheless, Chief Delegate, you're on notice that all of your weapons, no matter what their basic function, are being confiscated. Violence will not be tolerated on the Enterprise. Antican: Of course not. And if any does occur, let me assure you it will not be we Anticans who start it. Tasha: Thank you, sir. Antican: But we will finish it. Worf: Sir, warp power is fading. Picard: Picard to Engineering. Picard: What is the problem? Singh: We have lost the warp engine computer tie. Worf: Warp five, four, three, two Picard: State of the art vessel? Data, signal Parliament we'll be delayed. We will send a new arrival time as soon as it is determined. Data: Sir, subspace radio is out. Picard: All right, gentlemen, your theories on this sudden vulnerability of these systems. Data: If the Enterprise were really this fragile, sir, she never would have left Spacedock. Therefore, her systems' failures are not endemic to the ship, but are the result of the actions of an unknown adversary. Riker: We have a saboteur aboard. Data: I believe I said that. Picard: Gentlemen. The question is, who? I can't believe it's one of our people. Riker: Agreed. It must be someone from either alien delegation. Now, if the Ferengi could have bought or bribed even one of them, that's all that they'd need. Data: Ferengi contacts have been detected on both Selay and Antica, sir. Picard: Can any of you suggest any other suspects? Riker: You're sounding like a private eye, sir. Data: Inquiry. Private eye? Picard: A private consulting investigator, Data, who solves crimes. Data: A most interesting occupation. Picard: In the world of fact, probably not. However, in literature, criminal detection can be a fascinating exercise. The immortal Sherlock Holmes would have an interesting view of our mystery, I believe. Riker: But I'm afraid we're going to have to find our solution without history's greatest Consulting Detective. Wesley: How about here, Mister Singh? If the control network breaks at this point Singh: It bleeds warp engine commands off into dead ends. Excellent. I believe I can handle it from here, Mister Crusher. Wesley: But, sir Singh: You are scheduled for class work now. Sorry. Wesley: Yes, sir. But I don't learn nearly this much in school. Singh: I tend to agree, but the captain's orders on this are very clear. Crusher: Hi. Solve any new problems today? Wesley: I was starting to, maybe. Mister Singh sent me off to class. Crusher: Wes, you're only an acting ensign. You've got to let the commissioned officers do some of the work. Wesley: Mom, I've learned a more than they understand. For example, the Channing's dilithium crystals theory I was telling you about? Crusher: When were you telling me about that? Wesley: This morning. Don't you remember? Crusher: Honestly, I don't remember. Worf: Engineering to Captain Picard. Security alert. Picard: Picard. Worf: Lieutenant Worf, sir. I just found Mister Singh. He's dead. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41249.4. I've ordered an immediate investigation into the death of Assistant Chief Engineer Singh. We continue to run on impulse power. Wesley: He could have been working there, restoring warp power. Laforge: According to these readings, we could go back to warp speed now. Wesley: Those aren't the same readings as when I left. Worf: Singh probably repaired it just before he was killed. Wesley: He couldn't have repaired, sir. The problems were inside the engine. Laforge: Who else could have corrected it, Wes? Inform the bridge of engine status. Worf: Engineering to Bridge. We now have warp capacity, sir. All power on line. Picard: Well done. Warp engines ready on previous heading. Warp factor six. Antican: I tolerate these questions, Lieutenant Yar, because I need this vessel to get us to Parliament. Your shipboard problems do not concern me. Tasha: They should. Our delays are your delays. Antican: The peace conference will wait for us. Tasha: I must ask where you were during this vessel's Earth hours of eighteen hundred last night and zero seven hundred this morning. Antican: Eating. Tasha: Sir, we're talking about hours here. Antican: It was a large meal, Lieutenant Yar. And a very interesting animal. Worf: You wanted me, Doctor? Crusher: Yes, concerning your memory blackout. Worf: I still don't remember having one. Crusher: The same thing happened to me. Troi: I want to try hypnosis on both of you. It may restore your memory as to what happened. Tasha: One thing is clear. Almost all of the peace delegates answered our questions with lies. Data: Imprecise, Lieutenant. They omitted certain truths, which in itself tells us something. Tasha: We can learn something from non-disklosure? Data: Indubitably, my good woman. Riker: It's something the Captain mentioned. Sherlock Holmes. Indubitably, Data has been studying him. Data: Has studied, sir. Every case. As Holmes would've pointed out, during the time in question, something was afoot. Tasha: Afoot? Data: While both sets of delegates say they were in their quarters, our crew locator sensed them passing here and here. Tasha: But since it doesn't show where they went, we're still in the dark. Data: On the contrary, dear colleague. On their return, they drew medical supplies appropriate to the treatment of minor wounds and abrasions on these life forms. Riker: Which, leaves us with only one conclusion. Data: Exactly. That they were too engaged in their own affairs to have disabled our ship and murdered the Engineer. Given a choice, they'd rather kill each other than any of us. It's elementary, my dear Riker. Sir. Troi: Beverly, can you hear me? Crusher: Yes. Troi: I want you to go back in your mind to the moment when you first recall this sensation of memory loss. Picture it exactly as it occurred. Crusher: He's lying on the hospital bed sedated. I'm walking up to him. I. Troi: How do you feel at this moment, as you lean over him to take the specimen? Crusher: I feel someone else. There's someone else who's there. Not alone. Get out. Get out of my mind. Troi: That's almost exactly what you said. As though there was something else inside you. Troi: Which confirms the feeling of duality that I sensed earlier in both of them. Picard: Why didn't you report it? Troi: Because, sir, I assumed at first it was the kind of duality we Betazeds feel in all of you. Even you, sir. When you approach a decision and ask yourself which way to go, who are you talking to? Picard: Your hypnotism revealed another form of duality? Troi: Yes, sir. I believe something invaded them. Crusher: It seems the only possible conclusion. Picard: Data, let's proceed without the pipe. Data: Yes, sir. If you wish, sir. But I ask if you'd take it as incontrovertible that it cannot be a family member or one of our crew? Picard: Yes. Very unlikely. Data: Then our investigation was worthwhile, sir. We have eliminated both the delegates and the ship's regular complement. Picard: Data, what are you suggesting? Data: I am referring to the great detective's credo, sir. I quote, we must fall back on the old axiom that when other contingencies fail, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Wesley: That engine computer net wasn't repaired, sir. It just suddenly became all right. Laforge: Sometimes it's the result that counts, you know. What the? Oh, no. Worf: What is it? Laforge: Helm control just went down. She won't respond. Worf: Bridge to Captain. You're needed here immediately. Laforge: Wes, alert Engineering from your panel, alright? Wesley: I'm trying. Picard: Report. Worf: Helm is down, sir. There's no apparent reason. Laforge: Captain, we've just dropped to impulse power. Laforge: Sir, are you all right? I thought I just saw Picard: I'm fine. Everything is fine now. Why the drop to impulse power, Lieutenant? Laforge: The helm is suddenly malfunctioning, sir. Picard: Malfunctioning? You're wrong. Look again. Laforge: Sir, I was just Riker: Mister La Forge? Laforge: Well, there's nothing wrong with it now, sir. Everything is just as it should be. Picard: In that case, make our heading nine two five mark three seven. Laforge: Sir? Picard: You have a problem with that heading, Lieutenant? Laforge: You want to double back on our course, sir? Picard: Isn't that what I ordered? Laforge: Yes, sir. Riker: Sir, I'm puzzled about your reversing our course. Picard: That energy cloud, Commander. I believe it important we have another look at it. Riker: But we're behind schedule for Parliament already. Picard: I believe a very important scientific discovery awaits us on this heading. Troi: Perhaps you'd like to share your reasoning on that, sir? Data: Yes, since we obtained only minimal information on our sensor pass of it. Picard: Right, Data. We must go back to learn more. Counselor, do you believe a ship Captain should explain every order? Troi: Of course not, sir. Antican: I demand to see the Captain. O'Brien: Stop! Return to your quarters. Selay: What is that doing on our deck? Antican: I demand to know why this starship has changed its course! O'Brien: Please, return to your quarters, delegates! Data: A mere change of direction hardly justifies mutiny. Crusher: Exactly what do you believe you're sensing from him? Troi: It's just a feeling that he's, well, that he's closed part of his mind to me. I just feel that the Captain has become, perhaps dangerous. Riker: If he's dangerous. If. Laforge: Then he'd have to be relieved of command. Which you could do, Doctor, but it's beaucoup trouble if you're wrong. Data: And at the moment it is all pure speculation. He has done nothing to subject the Enterprise to danger. Crusher: I'd need a medical log citing clear evidence of incapacity. You could do it without that problem. Riker: Only if all command officers agreed it vital to do so. But he has not been showing any overt unusual behavior. Troi: Ultimately, I believe he will. Crusher: As second in command, it's still in your corner. I'll order medical and psychiatric exams. You'll have to back me up somehow. First Officer's log, supplemental. After meeting with the senior officers, Doctor Crusher and I decided to approach the Captain regarding his recent behavior. Picard: Yes? Crusher: I'd like you to come to Sickbay for some examinations, Captain. Picard: Oh? I'll be glad to do when I'm free. Crusher: I'd like to conduct them now, sir. Picard: Why? What can I do for you, Number One? Riker: Sir, Counselor Troi has recommended the examinations. Picard: Same question. Why? Riker: It is my duty to inform the Captain we believe he may be under some kind of alien influence which may constitute a danger to this ship. Picard: I consider it equally possible that the two of you, and Counselor Troi, are overworked, and possibly suffering hallucinations. Now this is an order. You will arrange medical and psychiatric exams of both yourself and them. Doctor, are you aware everybody is behaving strangely? Crusher: I'm concerned that you've suddenly turned the ship away from it's course. Picard: What's happened to your mind, Doctor? The search for knowledge is always our primary mission. I'm sorry, I really am too busy for this kind of nonsense. Do I have to call Security to force you to report to the Sickbay? Crusher: No, sir. Riker: What the hell? Selay: Sorry. Wrong species. Riker: Riker to Security Chief. Tasha: Yar here. Riker: Security guard to the Engineering deck. Riker: Selays are playing hide and seek down here, obviously with the Anticans. It's a lethal game. I want them returned to their quarters under guard. Tasha: Right away, sir. Picard: Come. Picard: What do you want? Crusher: Here are the results from the exams you ordered, sir. You don't care to inspect them? Please, are you Jean-Luc? Picard: He is here. Crusher: The Jean-Luc I know? Picard: And more. Crusher: The more frightens me. Picard: And elates us. We wish you could understand the glorious adventure ahead. Crusher: You and? Picard: Soon we'll both be home. First officer's log, supplemental. On the orders of Captain Picard, we have returned to the vicinity of the energy pattern cloud. I am personally convinced that something from this cloud now shares the Captain's mind. But there seems to be nothing we can do, at least within regulations. Laforge: We're now approaching the cloud, sir. Riker: Very well, Mister La Forge. Bring us to within ten thousand kilometers and hold us there. Laforge: Aye, sir. Riker: Shall we begin the scientific tests you wanted, sir? Picard: Oh, they're already underway. I have an announcement for the entire Bridge. As many of you suspected, when our ship passed through the edge of this, it accidentally carried away a sentient being. Much like these energy patterns we're seeing here. A terrifying experience for any intelligent being. As if a great claw had reached down and scooped one of you from your home world. Drawn into the energy circuits of this vessel, it found its way to you, Worf. Frantic at being carried from its home world, and recognizing you as sentient beings, it pleaded for help, but in ways you couldn't understand. Desperately going from person to person, and then discovering the computer intelligence in this ship's memory circuits. Oh, simplistic intelligence, but it furnished it enough to slow this Enterprise thing that had captured it. And it very much regrets the accidental death of Engineer Singh. Troi: Captain, do you exist in combination with this entity? Riker: Is it in control of you, sir? Picard: Very soon after we combined we had learned much about each other. A passion for exploration, for the unknown. We found we had similar dreams, and it offered your Captain a way to realize them beyond human expectations. Riker: Captain, I must speak to you privately now. Data: I understand. As an energy pattern, free of the limitations of matter, he might travel anywhere, at any velocity. Riker: Captain, do you hear me? Data: Sir, I see no way for you to journey with an energy form. Picard: Isn't there? Troi: He's planning to beam himself and the entity into that cloud. Picard: The transporter need not pattern your Captain into matter. We'll beam energy only, and we will become a combined energy pattern of our life forms. A resignation from this command and from Starfleet has been appropriately recorded. Riker: I refuse to allow this, sir. Picard: How does this resignation threaten the ship and its crew in any way? Crusher: Captain Picard, you are now relieved from duty. I judge you to be disabled and mentally incapacitated. Riker: Security! Red Alert! Restrain the Captain! Tasha: Where is he? Troi: This is blinding me. Worf: Captain! I'll help you if you'll let me. Riker: Someone restrain the Captain! Scene: First Officer's log, supplemental. More than an hour has passed since the Captain beamed out, energy only. Every effort has been made to determine his whereabouts. Tasha: The Transporter Chief has no idea what the coordinates were, sir. Laforge: So he's just floating around out there? How can we settle for that? Riker: Give me a choice then. Data: Still no readings, no sign of anything. Riker: Mister La Forge, it's time to set a course for Parliament. Warp eight. Laforge: We're really leaving him? Troi: Commander, wait! It's the Captain. But only the Captain. He's out there alone! Riker: The entity, has it abandoned him? Troi: No, but the combination wasn't possible out there. He's in trouble, sir. We have to beam him back. Riker: Beam him back as what? He's nothing but energy now. Data: Sir, the entity was caught in the ship's circuitry. The Captain might try to get in the same way if he's in trouble. Riker: Bring us in closer, La Forge. Laforge: Moving in, sir, but where? Riker: There's no way to know. Let's hope he can come part way himself. Troi, is there any way you can get a message to him? Troi: I wish I could. Laforge: Sensors monitoring the perimeter, ship's circuitry, sir. Nothing. Riker: Bring us right into the edge of it, La Forge. Laforge: Aye, sir. Worf: Sir? On my sensor controls. Troi: There's something's here. I feel it. Data: Just as before, going to Worf first. Laforge: Something crazy on my panel. Commander Riker. Static? Riker: P for Picard! Data: He's in the ship's circuitry. Come to the Transporter room, please. There might be a way, sir. Hurry! Riker: Is it a wild theory, Data? Data: I knew we had to have the Captain's physical pattern here, sir. He was the last one to beam out. Riker: Is what you're thinking possible? Data: Unknown at this time, sir. I hope the Captain remembers his physical pattern is here. If he has, his energy has moved into the transporter relays by now. Riker: I wish we had some sign that he's in here. I guess we have no choice but to risk it. Data: Energizing, sir. Picard: What the devil am I doing here? Riker: Sounds like our Captain. Troi: But confused. This Picard pattern was formed before he went out there. Picard: What's happening to me, Number One? I was preparing to beam out to somewhere. And I remember there was talk of an entity? But it all seems so vague. Data: I believe the Captain is now his separate self, sir. Much of what happened is naturally missing. Picard: What are you talking about, Data? Is this still Sherlock Holmes? Data: Indubitably, sir, Indubitably. Picard: Well, at least you got rid of the damn pipe. Riker: Doctor Crusher asked me to steer you past Sickbay. She said you've been looking very tired. Tasha: Captain! Picard: Yes, Lieutenant. Tasha: Sorry, Commander, but Security Team Two reports they've discovered a puddle of blood outside the Selay Quarters and they can't find one of the delegates and so Riker: Lieutenant. This couldn't have waited a moment? Tasha: It's good to see you, sir. The problem is that one of the cooks has just been asked to broil reptile for the Anticans, and it looks like the Selay delegate. Picard: Riker, with the peace delegates and all, I think I do need a rest. Take charge, Number One.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41255.6. After delivering a party of Earth colonists to the Strnad solar system, we have discovered another Class M planet in the adjoining Rubicun star system. We are now in orbit there, having determined it to be inhabited as well as unusually lovely. My first officer has taken an away team down to make contact and they are in the process of returning to the ship. Picard: Riker says the planet's life forms are almost identical to us. Troi: He's very enthusiastic. Crusher: Captain? Sorry, Troi. Troi: The Doctor has something very important to tell you, Captain. Picard: You've been talking about it for days. Shore leave for the crew. Crusher: Establishing that colony has been exhausting for the entire crew, Captain. We're not a supply vessel. Settling all those people has been a strain on everyone. I'm tired myself. Picard: Is it as good as your report suggests, Number One? Riker: As per report, sir. Class M, Earth-like, beautiful. It will startle you. Crusher: It sounds wonderful for the children. The holodecks are marvelous, of course, but there's nothing like open spaces and fresh air. Tasha: I've listed my report on their customs and laws, sir. Fairly simple, common sense things. Laforge: They're wild in some ways, actually puritanical in others. Neat as pins, ultra-lawful, and make love at the drop of a hat. Tasha: Any hat. Picard: But the happiest report has its negatives. Let's start with them, Number One. Riker: There are none, sir. Not that any of us can find. Data: But there is a problem here, sir. Worf: It's the faulty reading I reported, sir. Data: I'm reading something off the starboard bow, but there is nothing there. Tasha: Sensor technicians are working on it, sir. They've identified it as a glitch in the system. Picard: I take it you find no glitch at all in this planet, however? Riker: No, sir. Tasha: If you approve shore leave, sir, we could start with a small group. Picard: Of course. Wesley? If we go down, I'd like you to join the away team to evaluate this world as a place for young people to relax. Wesley: Yes, sir. Picard: If our scans and observations confirm the report, of course I'll approve it. Let's hope it is not too good to be true. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We are in orbit of a planet designated Rubicun Three, the home of a life form who call themselves the Edo. Our away team, including Wesley Crusher, has beamed down to make arrangements concerning some well-deserved recreation. Worf: Careful, sir. Riker: No, it's all right, Lieutenant. Those are the Edo we met before. They certainly are fit. Troi: They certainly are. Rivan: Health and happiness. Liator: A pleasant day to you. Rivan: You did return as promised. Riker: Rivan, Liator. Also from our vessel, Troi. Liator: Slowly, slowly. I must also welcome this lovely one. Liator: Nice to see you again. Tasha: My pleasure. Riker: Counselor? Troi: Healthy sensuality, sir. I feel mainly friendship, and happiness. Rivan: And I welcome this huge one. Oh, yes. Worf: Nice planet. Riker: Yeah. Rivan: But you are a young one. I do not know your custom regarding love. Wesley: Er. I guess, whatever you usually do. Riker: There are others who would like to visit here, if you would give us a limit on the numbers. Liator: Whatever pleases you. We can discuss it at the Council Chambers. Rivan: Shall we go there now or remain in play? Riker: Play? Rivan: At love. Unless you don't enjoy that. Perhaps you do? Liator: And you? Yes, I can see that you do. Wesley: Maybe I should just go on ahead. Rivan: Oh, this is unfair to him. We'll go to the Council Chambers. You'll find young people your age there. Wesley: Well, I can't make any promises. Liator: You don't have to. Our rules are simple. No one does anything uncomfortable to them. Rivan: Come! Our people will want to know you. Liator: Rivan, perhaps they can't run. Wesley: Can't run? Sure we can run. Right, Commander? Riker: That's the custom here, running. Lead the way. Riker: When in Rome, eh? Worf: When in where, sir? Edo: Good health to you! Tasha: Happiness to you! It's like an Eden here. Rivan: Good health! I thought you might be out of breath. Riker: We may surprise you in a lot of ways. Liator: Children, we've brought you a new friend! Boy: Well, hello. Join us. Girl: Yes, please. Rivan: And now it's time for you to meet some new friends. Rivan: Everyone! We've brought the visitors! Liator: Please enjoy what we have! Data: I've traced it through our sensor channel, sir It is not a glitch or any other form of error or malfunction. Laforge: Confirmed by my readings, Captain. It's a shadow something. Data: Exactly. As if it were neither in or out of our dimension. Picard: What is, Commander? Data: Whatever is sitting out there without triggering our alarm relays, sir. Picard: Center main viewer on that area. I see nothing, Commander. Data: Enterprise to object off our starboard bow. Request that you identify yourself. Laforge: Shields and deflectors up full, sir. Main phaser banks ready. Picard: Hailing frequencies. Any reply? Data: It was something unintelligible, Captain. Now running it through language and logic circuits. Picard: Geordi. Laforge: Sir. Picard: Have a real look. Laforge: Aye, sir. Officer: Sir, my sensors read it. Well, it's half there. It does look as if it were partly transparent. Picard: Data, what the hell is it? Laforge: Lieutenant La Forge to Captain. Picard: Go ahead, LaForge. What can you make out? Laforge: This is something I've never seen before, sir. After complete spectral analysis, well it's as if it's not really there. Laforge: I don't understand it. Data: I've got some information on its first transmission, sir. It translates as stand by. Officer: Sir, I see show something coming out of that ship. Data: Verified, sir. Something very small. Officer: Intruder alert, sir. I don't show a location. Data: The away team signal's been cut off, Captain. We've lost contact with our people. Officer: Intruder relays do show something. Picard: Why has everything become a something, or a whatever? Edo: State the purpose. State the purpose of what you have done. Picard: I'm Captain Picard, commanding this Federation starship. Edo: State the purpose of your visit here. Picard: We have sent down what we call an away team to make peaceful contact here. Edo: Do you plan to leave life forms here? Picard: No. We are merely visiting here. Edo: But you did more at the world you just left. Why have you left your own life forms there? Data: The colony we just planted, sir. Picard: We found that world uninhabited. The life forms we left there had, had sought the challenge. At least, that is the basic reason. Had sought the challenge of creating a new lifestyle, a new society there. Life on our world is driven to protect itself by seeding itself as widely as possible. Edo: Do not interfere with my children below. Data: Captain, I do not understand how, but it is asking me if I was constructed for information exchange. Picard: If there is any way of finding out whatever is out there, Data. Boy: Watch! I bet you can't do this! Wesley: Watch this. Girl: I want to do something too. With you. Wesley: Er. What? Girl: It's something you can teach me. Will you? Wesley: Er. Well, actually, there are some games I don't quite know yet Girl: It's playing ball. Will you teach me? Wesley: Oh, sure! If you have a bat for the ball, I can show you my favorite. A bat? A stick or branch, about this thick, this long. Girl: We can get it in the gardens. Come on. Man: This will please you. Join us. Riker: Thanks. Another time. Woman: Joy and happiness. Riker: It certainly is. The good life, Worf. Worf: I am not concerned with pleasure, Commander. I am a warrior. Riker: Even Klingons need love now and then. Worf: For what we consider love, sir, I would need a Klingon woman. Riker: What about plain old basic sex? You must have some need for that. Worf: Of course, but with the females available to me, sir, Earth females, I must restrain myself too much. They are quite fragile, sir. Riker: Worf, if anyone else had said that, I'd suspect he was bragging. Worf: Bragging, sir? Riker: I think I'll pass on that. I'd better check in. Enterprise, come in. Captain, do you read me? Let's. This may be nothing, but let's move all our people together. Worf: Including Wesley, the boy? He's outside. Troi: Is there a problem? Riker: We've lost contact with our ship. Troi: It's nothing these people have done. I'm certain of that. Their minds are so open. Riker: Help me locate Wes. He's wandered off. Tasha: That is extraordinary. Worf: Can I take a moment of your time, Lieutenant? Tasha: Yes, Worf, but you've got to hear this. Are you telling me that there's no crime here whatsoever? No one breaks any laws? Liator: Once they did. Long, long ago there was much disorder. But not now. Tasha: But I seen no sign of police. Those who enforce laws. Rivan: Oh, we have very few. They are called Mediators. And they are needed only in one place each day. Liator: The punishment zone. An area that's selected for a period of time. Tasha: It's a completely random selection? Liator: No one but our Mediators know what place or for how long. We're very proud of the wisdom of our ancestors. No person ever knows where or when a zone will be. Rivan: And so no one risks death. Worf: Death? Rivan: by breaking any law. Tasha: Wait. Explain this. Liator: Only one punishment for any crime. Worf: Anyone who commits any crime in the punishment zone dies? Liator: The law is the law. Our peace is built on that. Tasha: Even a small thing? Such as ignoring the rule, keep off the grass? Rivan: Then no one breaks that rule. Who wants to risk execution? And there's always a white wall or fence to remind anyone of a forbidden area like that. Tasha: And just who tells visitors about these rules? Worf: We'd better find Wesley. Girl: You're very clever at this. Wesley: At home we play a lot of it. Here, toss the ball ahead of me. Girl: No, Wes! Boy: No! It's forbidden to disturb new plants! Boy: Couldn't you see the fence? It's for new plants. Don't ever go past a white marker. Wesley: It's okay. I'm fine. Girl: Oh, no! Oh, please, no! Mediator 2: Speak the truth. We are mediators. Wesley: I said I was fine. Girl: He doesn't know. He's from another place. Mediator 2: How very sad. But this zone has been selected. Boy: But he doesn't understand. Mediator: It's always sad. Now doubly so. Wesley: I was chasing a ball and I fell into that. I'm really sorry! Mediator: You admit you did that? Freely? Wesley: I'm with Starfleet. We don't lie. Riker: It won't happen again. We apologize. Mediator: We're sorry, too. But that changes nothing. Tasha: Careful, Commander. They've got some strange laws here. Riker: I thought you reviewed their laws. Tasha: But they listed nothing about punishment. Mediator: One moment, please. Is there a witness to this transgression? Boy: But it was my fault. I threw the ball past him. Mediator: We have a visible transgression, ample witnesses, and an admission of guilt. And though it deeply pains us to do it, we must. Mediator: Are you prepared for punishment? Worf: Punishment? If you mean what the others were talking about. Riker: What punishment? Name it! Mediator: Death, of course. Don't make it difficult for the boy. Worf: Drop it. Drop it now! Tasha: It's a kind of syringe. Riker: What is this? You said death. Is this poison? Mediator: But of course it is. Completely painless. The boy would have felt nothing. But look at him now. You've frightened him. Wesley: He was going to kill me? Mediator 2: And if this Zone were still in effect, you would all deserve death. Mediator: It was announced you came as friends. Is this how friends act? Riker: Enterprise from away team, come in. Are you receiving us, Enterprise? Picard: Condition? Crusher: No sign of consciousness, but the balance of the readings are quite normal for him. Picard: I believe this is some form of information exchange with whatever is over there. At least, I hope it is. Crusher: Any communication from the away team? Picard: Something is blocking communication both Tasha: Security. Urgent. Repeating. Enterprise from away team. Laforge: This is the Enterprise, Lieutenant. We're receiving you now. Tasha: This is an urgent call for Captain Picard. Riker: We may need your presence here, Captain. We have serious trouble with a member of our away team and an unusual law they have here. Picard: Captain to Riker, stand by. Signs of consciousness? Crusher: Not yet. Could be minutes or hours. It's unclear what's happened to him. Picard: Take him to Sickbay. Let me know the instant he's awake. Anything new on that that thing out there? Laforge: Negative, sir. Picard: Captain to First Officer. I'm beaming down. Picard: Would you care to comment privately how you read any of this? Troi: Unnecessary, sir. These people are honest, almost to a fault. And they have great pride in their ways. Liator: You're the Captain. We're ready. This way, please. Liator: Welcome to our world, Captain. Picard: Thank you. Liator: We regret that our system of justice is troubling you. Picard: The boy, Wesley Crusher, where is he, please? Riker: In accord with the Prime Directive, I've allowed them to hold him pending the outcome of this. Rivan: He is safe and unharmed. We promise that. Captain Picard, I do not know how you Earth people conduct law and justice, even if you respect such things. Picard: We do. Liator: Good, so do we. Our precepts have been handed down from long ago. The tranquility you see in our lives has been made possible by our laws. Rivan: We are a people of law. They do sometimes bring us sadness, but we have learned to adjust to that. Perhaps your laws work as well. Picard: They haven't always, but now they do. Liator: Do you execute criminals? Picard: No, not any longer. Rivan: But you did once? Picard: Unfortunately, yes. But since then Rivan: But when you did, was it believed necessary to do so? Picard: Some people felt that it was necessary. But we have learned to detect the seeds of criminal behavior Capital punishment, in our world, is no longer considered a justifiable deterrent. Liator: So, we are not yet as advanced as they are. And since you are advanced in other ways too, I suggest you use your superior powers to rescue the Wesley boy. We will record him as a convicted criminal out of our reach, an advanced person who luckily escaped the barbarism of this backward little world. Picard: Unfortunately, we have a law known as the Prime Directive. Rivan: Riker has explained it to us. Picard: Is the boy in any danger from you at this moment? Liator: Until sundown? Rivan: Because you are strangers, we are delaying enforcement of the law. But we must act by sundown. Picard: Then I have another question. While orbiting, while circling high above your world, as we do, we have encountered a strange object. A vessel perhaps. Have you any idea what it is? It's not entirely real. At least, it's not completely solid. Rivan: Do you mean God? Picard: God? Liator: God is said to be somewhere up there, protecting us. Picard: Exactly, exactly how would you describe God? Rivan: As you just did. As existing both here and in another place also. Liator: But when God wants to show its power, it can make itself felt most fully. Crusher: Captain, come in please. Picard: Picard here. Beverly: CMO Crusher, sir. Crusher: Commander Data has just regained consciousness. Picard: What condition? Can he talk? Beverly: He's insisting on it, sir. Urgently. Troi: Wesley. Picard: Stand by. Picard out. I want to speak to her personally about her son. So you promise that Wesley Crusher is safe until sundown? Liator: You have our word. Picard: Then, will one of you return with me to our vessel? Rivan: Of course. I'll go as a hostage for the boy's safety. Picard: No, no, no. That's not it. I want you to identify something for me, if you can. Captain to Transporter Room. Three to beam up. Rivan: I'm frightened. Troi: There's no reason to be. Picard: Transporter Room, energize. Rivan: But this is a city. A great city. Crusher: Captain, I've just seen the away team report about Wesley. Picard: In a moment, Doctor. Crusher: In a moment? Picard: Exactly. In a moment. You were about to say? Rivan: Since you have all this power, why be concerned about our laws? You could take the boy from us. Picard: It's not that simple. From the starboard lounge, you can see whatever is outside this vessel. Rivan: Do you mean my world? You said we'd be high above it. Picard: And something else that's circling your world. It's very important to us, and perhaps to you, to know what it is. Picard: I'm sorry, Rivan, but this was necessary. Do you know what that is? Troi: Can you tell us what it is? Picard: Is it God? Now, it's very important you answer something. How do you recognize what it is? Troi: Nothing will harm you, I promise. Just tell us how you recognize it. Rivan: It has appeared before. Picard: Can you speak to it? Does it speak to you? Troi: Captain! Edo: Return my child. Crusher: Return? Troi: It's coming toward us. Picard: Picard to Transporter Room, come in. Troi: Yes, do that. But hurry! Crusher: It's still coming toward us. Chief: Transporter Chief to Captain. Picard: One to beam down to away team location. Hurry! Engage! Transporter Room. Urgent! Engage! Crusher: It seems the Edo's god is very protective of its children. Picard: I had no choice but to learn about that thing from her. I'm sorry I had to. She was so frightened. Troi: It's understandable, sir. Sharing an orbit with God is no small experience. Picard: Let's go see your patient, Doctor. Crusher: What do you intend to do about my son? Picard: He's being held safely until sundown. Crusher: When he faces execution! Although he's committed no crime, certainly none that any sane and reasonable person would Picard: You saw what that thing was about to do. Crusher: I apologize, sir, but this is very difficult for me. If he were your son, you'd be as frightened Picard: But I am. Crusher: Data is in Sickbay here. You'll find him able to talk to you. Medic: He's checking out fine, Doctor. Crusher: Thank you. Finish it later, please. Data: I was an excellent choice for them, Captain. They were able to communicate with me quite. I was about to say quite easily, but there was nothing easy about it. Fortunately, they stopped short of overloading my circuitry. Picard: You're saying they. It is a vessel of some sort. Data: Definitely not a single entity if that's what you mean, sir, although they know the Edo worship them as a god thing. Picard: They know? Data: They recognize that this is quite expected and harmless at the present Edo stage of evolution. Picard: What sort of vessel? Data: It is perhaps not what we would understand as a vessel, sir. The dimensions this one occupies allows them to be, well, to be in several places at once. But they consider this entire star cluster to be theirs. It was probably unwise of us to attempt to place a human colony in this area. Of course, there are three thousand four other planets in this star cluster in which we could have colonized. The largest and closest Picard: Data, don't babble. Data: Babble, sir? I'm not aware that I ever babble, sir. It may be that from time to time I have considerable information to communicate, and you may question the way I organize it. Picard: Please, organize it into brief answers to my questions. We have very little time. Do they accept our presence at this planet? Data: Undecided, sir. Picard: Data, please, feel free to volunteer any important information. Data: I volunteer that they are now observing us, sir. Picard: To judge what kind of life forms we are? Data: No, it is more curiosity, sir. I doubt that they expect us to abide by their value systems. Picard: Do they know of our Prime Directive? Data: They know everything I know, sir. Picard: And, if we were to violate the Prime Directive, how Crusher: That's not a fair question. Picard: How would they react? Data: It would be a case of judging us by our own rules, sir. If we violate our own Prime Directive, they might consider us to be deceitful and untrustworthy. You do recall they cautioned us not to interfere with their children below. What has happened? Crusher: The Edo want to execute my son. I will not allow that to happen, Jean-Luc. Data: Most interesting, sir. The emotion of motherhood, compared to all others felt by Crusher: Shut up! Data: You were right, sir. I do tend to babble. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41255.9. Whatever the object or vessel in orbit with us, it hangs there like a nemesis. It is one thing to communicate with something mysterious, but it is quite another to be silently observed by it. I am concerned whether it understands the same concept of reason that we do? Data: You sent for me, sir? Picard: Let's have more talk, Data. Data: Yes, sir. Picard: Sit down. Data: What level of communication, sir? Picard: Any. My apologies for saying that you babbled. Data: But I do, sir. Picard: You also see things in a way we do not, but as they truly are. I need help, my friend. I cannot permit that boy or any member of this vessel be sacrificed. The Prime Directive never intended that. Data: The problem, sir, is there. Although they've learned of the Prime Directive from my mind, how will they evaluate it? How do they reason? What are their values? Remember their warning to us, sir. Picard: Exactly. How do I explain my refusing to obey their laws down there. Not permitting the Crusher boy to be executed. And by so doing do I endanger this vessel and more than a thousand other lives? Data: Would you choose one life over one thousand, sir? Picard: I refuse to let arithmetic decide questions like that. Did you learn anything about the relationship between that and the Edo? Why are they so certain it's a god? Data: Any sufficiently advanced life form would appear to others to be that, sir. But when they were probing my thoughts, Captain, I could feel that whatever they are now, they once existed in this dimension, just as we do. Perhaps in the same kind of flesh and blood form. Since then, however, they have evolved considerably. Their present existence in multi-dimensions no doubt has advantages we do not understand. Picard: Then in some earlier flesh and blood form they might have shared our kind of values. Data: We know the Edo share them, sir. Picard: Why would such an advanced thing feel obliged to protect the Edo? Data: Perhaps the Edo are a child race by comparison. Possibly a race which those life forms have planted here. Much as we plant human colonies on Class-M planets. Crusher: Having fulfillled my professional obligations regarding Commander Data Picard: You now request permission to beam down to the planet. Permission granted. You can accompany me while I try and resolve this. And you should know that whatever the cost, I will not allow them to execute your son. Crusher: Thank you, sir. Picard: Data, take command. Data: Aye, sir. Riker: It's almost time. I want the boy brought here now. Tasha: I'll go along with you. Liator: Of course. Rivan: Captain Picard. I saw you share the sky with God. You must be Gods. Picard: No, no, we're not gods. Wesley: Mother. I guess you know a lot has happened here. Crusher: I know. Wesley: Captain Picard, are you going to let them kill me? Picard: No. But I must find some way to prevent it that you understand. Mediator: How can we let this happen, Liator? They threaten everything we respect. Our law, our peace, our tranquility and order. Mediator 2: You are powerful, but do not do this to us, we beg you. At least study what we were without law. Hurtful to each other, savage, thieving. Picard: I understand. Perhaps your system of law and punishment is better than any system we once had. But we do now have a law I must obey. And part of it says I must protect my people from harm. Liator: We did not ask you to come here. Riker: Which has to do with another law that we must obey. Picard: We are all sworn not to interfere with other lives in the galaxy. If I save this boy, I break that law. Mediator: And you should be executed if you do so! Picard: I may suffer almost as much. Starfleet takes the Prime Directive very seriously. Mediator 2: No, it is God who will punish you. Picard: That thought has crossed our minds. Your god up there may insist that we obey our non-interference directive. Wesley: Sir, does this mean if you save me the entire crew could die? Picard: You're not involved in this decision, boy. Wesley: I'm sorry, sir, but it seems like I am. Picard: Picard to Transporter room. Lock into this signal. Stand by for six to beam up. Wesley, Lieutenant. Liator: Our laws have been violated. What of justice? Tasha: What of justice to Wesley? Does he deserve to die? Picard: I'm truly sorry, Liator, but I must have justice for my people too. Transporter room, energize. Picard: Transporter room, come in. Chief: We can't energize the beam, sir. Everything checks out but we're getting no results. Mediator: God has prevented your escape. Crusher: Then your god is unfair. My son had no warning that his act was criminal. Mediator 2: We cannot allow ignorance of the law to become a defense. Picard: I don't know how to communicate this, or even if it is possible, but the question of justice has concerned me greatly of lately. And I say to any creature who may be listening, there can be no justice so long as laws are absolute. Even life itself is an exercise in exceptions. Riker: When has justice ever been as simple as a rulebook? Picard: It seems the Edo Lord agrees with you, Number One. Riker: Main viewer on. Picard: Hailing frequencies. Tasha: Open, sir. Picard: To the object in orbit with us. We will remove the human colonists from the adjoining solar system if you signal us to do so. Please tell us. Data: Captain. Laforge: Is that a signal? Picard: I suppose, I suppose it must be. I was hoping for more. Laforge: More of what, sir? I'm glad it's gone. Riker: Agreed, sir. Short and sweet. God-like efficiency. Picard: I was hoping we'd learn more about it. But since we can't, take us out of here, Number One. Riker: Gladly, sir.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41723.9. In response to a Starfleet order we are in the Xendi Sabu star system, having rendezvoused with a Ferengi vessel which has requested a meeting. Although we arrived here and made appropriate signals to the Ferengi three days ago, they have so far responded only with the message, stand by Enterprise. Crusher: You sent for me, sir? Picard: Yes, Doctor. Sit down. Look, this perhaps may be nothings, but I've been feeling a bit odd of late. Fatigued. And now I've got this damned headache. Crusher: A what? Picard: Headache. Headache. Surely you know what a headache is. Crusher: Of course. But I don't often encounter them. Picard: The reason is obvious, of course. What are the Ferengi up to? Stand by, Enterprise. Stand by for what? Crusher: I don't see a thing wrong. Picard: No, neither can I. Unless they're baiting some kind of trap. Crusher: With your head. I see nothing physically wrong, but I want to run some additional scans in Sickbay. Picard: Doctor, all I've got is Crusher: Is an order to report to Sickbay. From the one person aboard this ship who can give you an order. Riker: Captain from First Officer. They're finally sending a message. Picard: On my way, Number One. Sorry, Doctor. Duty calls. Riker: They're prepared to talk, sir. Picard: Have they given any hint of what they've been waiting for? Tasha: Negative, Captain. They've identified their Captain as Bok. DaiMon Bok. Laforge: You'll be able to see him now, sir. They're willing to communicate on visual. Picard: Open hailing frequencies. Tasha: Hailing frequencies open, sir. Picard: Ferengi vessel. This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Enterprise. We are transmitting visually. Bok: Is this the Captain Picard? Picard: Do we know each other? Bok: I know you, Picard. Picard: Then you have the advantage. Is this Bok? Bok: I am Bok, DaiMon of the Ferengi. I have asked you here to discuss a mutual problem, Captain. Picard: What problem is that, DaiMon Bok? Bok: I insist on speaking of that matter in person. Shall we meet on your vessel or mine? Tasha: Hailing frequencies closed. Troi: Captain, I sense considerable deception on Bok's part. And danger. Riker: Then we should meet him here. Keep him under our control. Tasha: Now open, sir. Picard: I appreciate your offer, DaiMon Bok. We would like you to be our guest here. Bok: As you wish, Picard. Perhaps this will begin a new era of cooperation for both our peoples. In one Earth hour, then? Picard: In one hour, DaiMon Bok. End transmission. Worf: I can't believe they're coming here. Picard: They did agree a bit easily. Well, in one hour we shall know why. Picard: Are you always accustomed to getting your way, Doctor? Crusher: Only when my way makes sense, Captain. There are still forty minutes before the Ferengi beam over. I'll have these scans done in ten. Picard: It seems an awful lot of effort for something as simple as a headache. Crusher: As simple? You should not have a headache unless there's something wrong, sir. It may be true that headaches were once quite common, but that was in the days before the brain was charted, before we understood the nature of pain. When we were suffering from such things as the common cold. Picard: So what's the cause of my headache? Crusher: I haven't the slightest idea. Feel better. Picard: The pain's gone. Crusher: Medical fakery. The pain is actually still there. It's just cloaked. I'll want further exams. Picard: Doctor! Crusher: When the Ferengi matter is settled. Wesley: Commander, you'll soon be getting an intruder alert. Riker: What? Wesley, if you've something to report. Wesley: If you'll scan heading four four mark one six three, Lieutenant, you'll find Tasha: Intruder alert, sir. Laforge: I've got something, sir. Wesley: It's an old style starship, Constellation Class, heading this way under impulse power, sir. Riker: Says who? Picard: Ensign, answer the First Officer's question. Wesley: Says the long distance sensors, sir. I was in Engineering, playing around with boosting sensor output. Data: Boosting it? How? We will discuss this later. Laforge: I read it now, sir, as a Constellation class starship heading this way under impulse power. Sending no call letters, sir. Picard: The correct procedure, Riker: What's wrong, sir? Picard: Oh, it's nothing. It's just a, just a mild headache. The correct procedure, Ensign, would have been to signal the Bridge of your finding immediately. Wesley: Yes, sir. Riker: Bringing it here personally, perhaps with the idea of being on hand for the Ferengi beam over, might have imperiled this vessel had it been something hostile approaching. Wesley: Yes, sir. Worf: We are receiving no signal at all from the approaching starship, sir. Data: Time, sir. Picard: Time? Oh, for the Ferengi to beam over. Do you see any problems connected with this old starship coming in, Number One? Riker: Suggest it would be safer, sir, to have the Ferengi here whatever happenings. Picard: Concur. Stand by. Tasha: Hailing frequencies open, sir. Picard: Welcome you in peace to the Enterprise, DaiMon Bok. Bok: It is our pleasure, Captain Picard. Might I introduce my First Officer, Kazago, and my Second, Rata? Picard: This is my First Officer, Commander William Riker. Second in command, Data. Counselor Troi. Bok: We have heard that you use females. Clothed females. Most interesting. Riker: They are that, sir. Kazago: And the android was mentioned too. What is its price? We should like to purchase it. Picard: He is not for sale. Commander Data is, um, is, um Riker: Is second-hand merchandise. You wouldn't want him. Data: Second-hand, sir? Oh, of course. A human joke. Tasha: Excuse, Captain, but the unidentified starship is coming in. Still no signal at all. Bok: Think nothing of it. It is under our control. Picard: One of our starships under your control? Bok: Do not be alarmed, Captain. It is a gift from us. With which we honor the Hero of Maxia. Picard: Who? Bok: Why you, Picard, of course. Do you not remember the Battle of Maxia? Picard: I'm sorry, I do not remember it, DaiMon Bok. Data? Data: Captain, he may refer to an incident which occurred nine years ago in the Maxia Zeta star system, in which an unidentified starship Bok: Unidentified? That fine vessel was Ferengi. Data: Which you destroyed, sir. Picard: The Battle of Maxia. I've never heard it referred to so dramatically before. My sincere regrets, Bok, but that vessel refused to identify itself. It simply attacked us. We defended ourselves. Bok: Such mistakes happen in space. Data: Hardly a mistake, sir. Your report shows that it deliberately attacked. Tasha: Do you want the arriving vessel on main viewer, sir? It is only a thousand kilometers away now. Bok: Put it on your viewer. Picard: Main viewer. Bok: There is no one aboard it. Rata: The log should be downloaded into the Enterprise's records. At a price. Bok: No price! Kazago: No price? Picard: For what purpose? What Troi: I just felt something too, Captain. Bok: Perhaps it is his conscience? Riker: Bridge to Sickbay. Picard: No, no. I'm fine Troi: It felt as if it were something from your past. Picard: It's right. I'm fine. What is this all about? Bok: It is about the battle I mentioned, Captain. A gift, in honor of that occasion. Look at that ship closely. Picard: Magnify please, Lieutenant La Forge. Laforge: Aye, sir. Picard: Why, it's the Stargazer. It's my old ship. How did you find it? Bok: It was a derelict, adrift in space on the far side of this star system. How it got there is none of my business, Captain. But now, that vessel is yours, if you wish to have it. Kazago: We are not selling it to him? Bok: Consider it an act of friendship. Rata: At no cost? Oh, ugly. Very ugly. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Bok and his officers have returned to their vessel, inviting us now to officially take possession of the Stargazer. Crusher: Like before? Picard: No. It hit with more impact. Troi: Hit? I'm sorry, but anything could be important. Crusher: You said you felt something yourself. Troi: I believe so. Like a thought, but rather mechanical in nature. Picard: Are you sure it wasn't one of my thoughts? At that moment, I was remembering being at the helm of the Stargazer. A maneuver was being made. We were hit. Something's burning. I can smell smoke. Can you smell it? Crusher: There's nothing burning, Jean-Luc. Picard: That was just part of my memory. Troi: Memory or nightmare? Picard: Well, it was strong, whatever it was. Are you ready, Number One. Riker: Staff's waiting, if Doctor Crusher approves. Crusher: I'll do better than that. I'll go along. Picard: We were traveling at warp two through the Maxia Zeta star system when this unidentified starship suddenly appeared and fired on us, point-blank range. Riker: Where did it come from? Picard: It must have been lying in some deep moon crater. First attack damaged the shields. In the confusion, they hit us a second time. Tasha: No clue who they were? Picard: No names, no reason. Can you identify them, Vigo? If they come in a second time with our shields damaged Troi: Sir? Who's Vigo? Picard: He's my weapons officer on the Stargazer. I'm getting quite caught up in this. Riker: Your shields were failing, sir. Picard: I improvised. With the enemy vessel coming in for the kill, I ordered a sensor bearing, and when it went into the return arc Data: You performed what Starfleet textbooks now refer to as the Picard Maneuver. Picard: Well, I did what any good helmsman would have done. I dropped into high warp, stopped right off the enemy vessel's bow and fired with everything I had. Riker: And blowing into maximum warp speed, you appeared for an instant to be in two places at once. Picard: And our attacker fired on the wrong one. Riker: I did what any good helmsman could have done. You did it first, sir. Picard: It was a save our skins maneuver. We were finished. On fire. We had to abandon ship. We limped through space in shuttlecraft for weeks before we were picked up. I haven't thought about this for years. Data: Sir, the Ferengi are standing by for us to take possession of the Stargazer. Picard: I want to go over to her. Riker: I understand, sir. As soon as my people have made certain she's safe. Crusher: And after I have another look at you, Captain. Data: USS Stargazer. Constellation Class. Starfleet Registry NCC 2893. Laforge: I activated the emergency power cells. Amazing they still work. Worf: The rest of the ship is clear of surprises, Lieutenant Yar. Laforge: I read about this ship at the Academy, I never dreamed I'd ever be on her. Tasha: Yar to Enterprise. All clear, sir. Picard: Hello, old friend. Data: You'll find this most intriguing, sir. Picard: What did you find, Data? Data: The last entry dated nine years ago, sir. By you. We are forced to abandon our starship. May she find her way without us. Apparently she did, sir. Crusher: How do you feel, Captain? Picard: Oh, I'm fine, Doctor. Lieutenant Yar, run a structural analysis on the Stargazer for an impulse tow. Data, download all computers to the Enterprise and file. I'm going to look at my old cabin. Bok: Try this, Hero of Maxia. Crusher: Captain? Another headache? This really worries me. I want you back on the Enterprise. Picard: But my things Crusher: I'll see they're sent to your Enterprise quarters. Riker: Enterprise now taking possession of Stargazer, Kazago. Kazago: Permission granted, Riker. Riker: Actually it was quite a bargain, Kazago. I thought the Ferengi always made a profit on things. Riker: Set sub-warp speed for towing, LaForge. Laforge: Aye, sir. Data: Starfleet has responded to our request, sir. A tug will rendezvous with us and tow the Stargazer back to Xendi Starbase Nine. Picard: Very well, Data. Riker: How was it, Captain? Picard: Very strange, Number One. Like going back to the house you grew up in, but no one's home, except the phantoms of the past. Troi: It has troubled you? Picard: Not half as much as this damn headache. Take over, Number One. Riker: Aye, sir. Riker: What's wrong? Troi: I wish I could say. Voices: Shields weakening, Captain. Torpedoes armed. Where are they? Oh my god, sir! Fire! Fire! Riker: What is it, Data? Why all the mystery? Data: The records of the Stargazer, sir. What the Ferengi call the Battle of Maxia. It seems the Captain's personal log contains a much different version of that conflict than the official historic account. Riker: What are you saying? Data: It would appear that the starship which Captain Picard attacked, had in fact, been under a flag of truce. Riker: What? Data: And apparently, the Captain destroyed the ship without notice or provocation. Riker: Impossible. What about the fire aboard the Stargazer? Data: An accident in Engineering. Riker: And what proof? Data: It is logged in his own voice, sir. Would you care to hear it, sir? Sir? Picard: This is a confession given by me, Jean-Luc Picard commanding USS Stargazer. Picard: What does this mean? Riker: I don't know, sir. It sounds like your voice. Picard: It is, Number One. Riker: I refuse to believe you ever said that. Picard: I admit I must have mistaken their subspace antenna for a weapons cluster. Unfortunately, I fired our main phasers and our direct hit destroyed the unknown vessel. Riker: I've assumed they've simulated your voice somehow. I've already put Data to work on it. Picard: Thank you, Will. I never made that log entry, of course, but it still leaves you with a duty to perform. Riker: I know, sir, I must report it to Starfleet. That's at least one full day for subspace communications to reach there. Picard: And one more full day for their answer to return. I'd like the truth on this by then. I'd hate to have to prepare a formal defense. Riker: I can't believe they'd ask for your command. Picard: Why wouldn't they? With the Ferengi making these friendship overtures, I could become a severe embarrassment to Starfleet. Riker: I'm certain the Ferengi are behind the faked log. No wonder they're waiting out there. Headache back, sir? Picard: Damn! I'll call the Doctor again. Riker: It's no wonder, with all this going on. Try to relax. Picard: This is a confession given by me, Jean-Luc Picard, commanding USS Stargazer, in the hopes that my belated honesty will be taken into account by Starfleet when judging my actions during a confrontation with an unidentified vessel. Riker: Open hailing frequencies, Geordi. Laforge: Open, sir. Riker: I'll take it in the Ready room. Secure channel, La Forge. Laforge: Secure, Sir. Riker: Starship Ferengi, this is Commander Riker here. I'd like to speak to First Officer Kazago. Kazago: A problem, Riker? Riker: Are our channels secure on your end? Kazago: It is now. Riker: Are you aware of the details of the Battle of Maxia? Kazago: Captain Bok has just made me aware of it, Riker. The infamy of your Picard is now fully known. Riker: Infamy? Kazago: I would call the wanton destruction of an unarmed vessel infamy. Riker: And if I produced evidence that Captain Picard's log entry was falsified to indicate that? Kazago: I can hardly imagine you contacted me to discuss an ancient battle. What do you want of me? Riker: Just one question. Kazago: As you humans say, I'm all ears. Riker: First Officer to First Officer, Kazago, if your Captain Bok knew about this, then why this peaceful meeting to present us with the Stargazer? Kazago: We freely give you back your derelict warship and now you accuse us of crime, Riker? I can bear no more insults! Picard: Yes? Who the hell is it? Crusher: Not resting, Captain? Picard: More like dying, Doctor. Crusher: Over here. Picard: What is wrong with me? Crusher: I wish to hell I knew, Captain, but something unusual has definitely been happening to you. Picard: Why do doctors always say the obvious as though it's a revelation? Crusher: Why do captains always act like they're immortal? Picard: No. Crusher: You didn't tell me it had been this bad. Picard: It wasn't this bad. But it's getting worse. Crusher: This should help a little. It's got to be some kind of emotional pressure connected with the Stargazer. Picard: I got this headache long before I even knew my old ship still existed. Still, perhaps you're partly right. Crusher: Want to talk about it? I'm here. Picard: The fight at Maxia. I destroyed an entire vessel. An entire crew. Crusher: Did you have a choice? Picard: I don't know anymore. I just don't know. Crusher: Commander Riker's told me about the altered log, if that's what's troubling you. Picard: The last three nights I've, I've heard these voices. I'm on the bridge of my old ship. There's fire all around me. The klaxons, smoke. And then I give the order. And now the Stargazer is really here!. And that log. Am I going crazy? How do I know I was in my right mind at Maxia? How do I know I'm in my right mind now? Picard: What was that? Crusher: Something to let you sleep. Picard: Yes sleep. Sleep. Voices: Shields weakening, Captain. Torpedoes armed. Where are they? Bok: And now, dear Captain, you are ready to live the past. Voices: Where did they come from? Phasers, sir? Sir? Sir? What should we do, sir? Should we fire back? Fire, Captain? Fire! Bok: You will injure yourself as you once injured me. Voices: Sir! Picard: Damage report! Voice: Fusion generator under surge control, sir! Power systems failing! Picard: Sensor beam bearing on hostile ship! Voice: Seven mark nineteen, sir! Voice: Phasers, sir? Sir? Picard: Ready phasers, and lock! Stand by on warp nine. Heading seven, seven mark twenty. Engage. Picard: Steady. Now, reverse and stop! Phasers fire, torpedoes away! Fire. Fire. Data: By comparing the Stargazer's main computer log with Captain Picard's personal log, I have found checksum diskrepancies, sir. Riker: What does that mean? Data: All information is time-coded by entry, and the bits when totaled produce an aggregate amount which Riker: I don't want a computer science lesson, Data. Bottom line. Data: One of these two logs is a forgery, sir. Laforge: Correction. The log just found aboard the Stargazer is a forgery. Data: As I said, that is one of them, is it not? Laforge: Captain. You're looking better, sir. Picard: A little sleep, thanks to the good Doctor, works wonders. What report on the logs? Data: Yes, sir. Whoever tampered with your personal log was clever. Laforge: But a bit clumsy. It's definitely a fabrication, sir. Crusher: Number One, I'd like you to take a look at this brain scan graph. What are you doing here? Picard: I thought I was Captain of this starship. Crusher: Of course you are, but I Picard: Thank you for the confirmation, Doctor. But now, except for Riker, I would like you all to return to your stations. Is that clear? Data: Sir. Picard: You too, Doctor. I have business with the Commander. Crusher: Under protest, Captain. Riker: You have orders for me, sir? Picard: Release the Stargazer from the tractor beam, Number One. Riker: Sir? Picard: The tractor beam. Riker: Sir, are you abandoning? Picard: No, but her inertia will carry the Stargazer along with us. Or did you sleep through the Academy lecture on conservation of tractor beam power? Riker: No, sir. I'll release her, of course. Crusher: Obviously, there's some thought process disorder, but I can't find a physical reason for it. Anything? Troi: I'm puzzled too. I keep sensing random thoughts but two sets of them. As if they were his, but intermixed other thoughts which are also his. Crusher: I'm busy at the moment, Wesley. Wesley: I know, Mom, but this is important. When I went back to the main sensors in Engineering to try some more sensitivity experiments Troi: Does this have something to do with Captain Picard? Wesley: Yes, ma'am, if this is what you're talking about here. I don't know much about brain scans but I glanced at these when you were studying them, and I noticed that these patterns are the same as those picked up from the low-intensity transmissions from the Ferengi ship. I went back and checked, and they're exactly the same. Troi: What kind of transmissions? Wesley: I don't know. Engineering has nothing like it on record. Troi: Let's get to the Captain. Crusher: No, they might be affecting the Captain. To Riker. Wesley: You're welcome, ladies. Adults. Crusher: The captain, Commander? Riker: Resting in his quarters after ordering both of you to your duty stations. Troi: There have been some, did he say low intensity? Some unusual low intensity transmissions from the Ferengi vessel. Riker: Did who say? Crusher: My son. Transmissions which exactly match certain anomalies found in the Captain's brain scans. Something over there is affecting the Captain's thought patterns. Riker: Computer, give me a location on Captain Picard. Computer: Captain Picard is in Transporter room three. Riker: What? Computer, emergency order to Transporter room three. Computer: New information. Captain Picard is no longer aboard the Enterprise. Bok: Welcome back, Captain. Picard: What is happening? Bok: Shields up, computer. Picard: What are you doing? Bok: Collecting on an old debt. Riker: Stargazer, Captain, respond! Tasha: Shields up, sir. No way to beam over any help. Laforge: Commander, I'm reading something very strange here. A low intensity beam of intermittent pulse inside this starship. Data: I have a fix on it, sir. Inside Captain Picard's quarters. Tasha: You transferred some of his belongings from the Stargazer? Worf: Yes. Including a fairly heavy chest. Riker: Go take a look, fast! Laforge: Commander, Stargazer is now powering up, sir. Bok: I have been waiting a long nine years for this, Picard. Picard: I don't know what you're talking about. Bok: Do you not, human? Can you not remember the crime you committed against my very blood? You murdered my only son. Picard: Your son? Bok: He was the commander of the ship you destroyed! On his first voyage as DaiMon. Picard: The ship? The Ferengi ship that attacked me. Or is it about to attack me? Bok: And I have spent these years searching, seeking a proper blood revenge! And I found it! I am rich, Picard, yet two of these cost me the profits of an entire life. You are back in command of the Stargazer, Picard. Its computers will answer your orders. Die well, Captain. First officer's log. Captain Picard has beamed himself to the Stargazer, which is now moving away from us under its own power. Riker: Enterprise to Stargazer, please respond. Enterprise to Captain Picard aboard Stargazer. Please answer. Mister Data, what was Stargazer's condition? Data: Considerable fire damage to interior surface reported, sir. But none of her main systems were crippled. Riker: Armaments, Lieutenant Yar? Tasha: Six photon torpedoes short, sir, probably used when the Captain destroyed his Ferengi attackers nine years ago. Otherwise fully armed. Riker: What do you make of it, La Forge? Laforge: It seems to be a network of miniature circuitry, sir. Incredibly complex. Maybe an amplifier. Riker: Where was it in the Captain's quarters, Mister Worf? Worf: His chest from the Stargazer, sir? Just where I had left it. He hadn't yet unpacked. Crusher: So, he may not have even known it was there. And if this is able to pick up or magnify thought-altering transmissions Troi: It could have prepared him for whatever is happening now. Riker: Let's find out, or try to. Contact the Ferengi vessel, Lieutenant. Tasha: Hailing frequencies open, sir. Riker: Enterprise to Ferengi vessel, we transmit visually. Do you respond? Kazago: Why is our gift to you under power, human? Riker: I will discuss that with your captain. Kazago: He is working in our ship's laboratory. Where is your Captain? Riker: He's beamed himself aboard the Stargazer, and I'm wondering if this has something to do with it. Kazago: How do you have possession of that? Riker: It was found in our Captain's chest, which brought over from the Stargazer. Kazago: It is a forbidden device. A thought maker. If your Captain is criminal enough to own one Riker: Kazago, you know who controls those spheres. Now I ask you again, First Officer to First Officer. What's going on? Kazago: It is not seemly to question one's own DaiMon, Riker. I am not prepared to do that. Tasha: Sir, I have the Stargazer. Riker: Switch, now! Enterprise to Picard. Picard: Do not attack again! We are on a peaceful mission. Give your identity. You force us to defend ourselves. Phasers full up. Arm torpedoes. Why aren't the shields at full power? Tasha: We've lost him, sir. Laforge: When he put up the shields, sir. Picard: Damn, I said put fusion generators under surge control. You're moving too slowly. Arm the torpedoes, man! Vigo! Get a fire control party up here! Voices: Shields weakening, Captain! Fusion generator online. Picard: Weapons report! Voice: Phasers coming to full charge, sir. Torpedoes armed! Picard: Who are they? Identify them! Voice: They're coming for a third pass at us, sir! Voice: We can't take another hit, Captain! Troi: Sir, I now feel anger from our Captain. Fury over whatever it is he is reliving out there. Laforge: The Battle of Maxia, sir. That's what it is. Riker: The Picard Maneuver. What is the defense against that, Data? Data: There is no defense, sir. Riker: Then devise one, fast! Kazago: First Officer Kazago to human Riker. Riker: Not now, Kazago. Kazago: We do not wish to become involved in what has become clearly a Federation matter. Riker: Fine, fine, Enterprise out! Kazago: You should also know that DaiMon Bok no longer commands this vessel. His First Officer has confined him for engaging in this unprofitable venture. Good luck, First Officer Riker. Data: I have computed a possibility, Commander. Since even deep space contains trace gasses, sir, a vessel in the Picard maneuver might seem to disappear, but our sensors could locate any sudden compression of those gasses. Riker: And use it as an aiming point and blow our Captain to bits? Data: This class starship has enough power to use our tractor beam on it. Seize it, limit it's field of fire. Riker: Right. Concentrate shields at that point. Make it so. I hope you're right, Data. Data: No question of it, sir. Riker: Stand by! Riker: Lock on tractor beam. Picard: Ready phasers. Riker: Captain Picard, listen to me. Picard: Vigo, is that you? Riker: It's Commander Riker, sir! Riker: Captain, hear me! Look around you, the Ferengi are using their thought devices on you. Picard: Stand by. Who is this? Riker: It's Riker, sir. Your Number One. Look for a silver sphere. Destroy it with your phaser. Picard: Phaser. A sphere. Bok used it. Riker: Destroy it! Picard: Phaser. Destroy the sphere. Destroy the sphere. Riker: Are you all right, Captain? Riker: Captain? Captain, are you all right? Captain, are you all right? Picard: Where am I, Number One? Riker: Aboard the Stargazer, sir. The sphere you destroyed, it's been controlling your Picard: Bok! Where is Bok? Riker: Removed from command, sir. Placed under guard for his act of personal vengeance. Seems there was no profit in it. Picard: In revenge, there never is. Let the dead rest. And the past remain the past. Enterprise, lock on. Beam me home, Riker.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41590.5. Having dropped off Counselor Troi at Starbase G6 for a shuttle to visit home, we were fortunately close to the Sigma Three solar system when its Federation colony transmitted an urgent call for medical help. An accidental explosion has devastated a mining operation there. Crusher: Include a burn unit with each kit. Upon arrival, identify the most critically injured and beam them up to cargo bay six. Picard: Doctor Crusher, this is the Captain. Crusher: Doctor Crusher here. Picard: Additional information. The number of colonists at the site is five hundred and four. Are you prepared for that many, Doctor? Crusher: We believe so, sir. Laforge: Captain, we are now at warp nine point one, sir. Data: Which will bring us to the colony in three point two hours, sir. Riker: Captain, I have a schematic of the explosion site. It suggests the cause as a methane-like gas seeping in from underground. Laforge: Captain, I'm picking up a forcefield out there of some kind. It's almost Data: The Q entity, sir. It is identical to the grid we encountered when Worf: It reads solid, sir. Picard: Emergency. Full stop. Laforge: Reversing power, sir. Picard: Not now, damn it, Q. Tasha: Shields and deflectors up, sir. Laforge: Now reading full stop, sir. Q: Humans, I thought by now you would have scampered back to your own little star system. Picard: If this is Q I'm addressing, we are on a mission of rescue where a group of badly injured Q: We the Q have studied our recent contact with you, and are impressed. We have much to discuss, including perhaps the realization of your most impossible dream. Picard: However intriguing that may be, we are now in the midst of an urgent journey. Once that is completed, then, perhaps Q: You will abandon that mission, Captain. My business with you takes precedence. If my magnificence blinds you, then perhaps something more familiar. Q: Starfleet Admiral Q, at your service. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Our rescue mission to the Sigma Three solar system has been halted by an immense grid and an untimely visit from Q Picard: You're no Starfleet Admiral, Q. Q: Neither am I an Aldebaran serpent, Captain, but you accepted me as such. Riker: He's got us there, Captain. Q: The redoubtable Commander Riker, whom I noticed before. You seem to find this all very amusing. Riker: I might, if we weren't on our way to help some suffering and dying humans who Q: Your species is always suffering and dying. Picard: No, Lieutenant Worf. You'll make no move against him unless I order it. Q: Pity. You might have learned an interesting lesson. Macro head with a micro brain. Picard: You said you had the realization of impossible dreams to offer us. When this rescue is completed, I am prepared to listen carefully to whatever proposal you wish to make and subject to it being acceptable Q: Subject to your foolish human values? Oh, come, Picard. Why do you distrust me so? Picard: Why? At our first meeting you seized my vessel. You condemned all humans as savages, and on that charge you tried us in a post-atomic twenty first century court of horrors, where you attacked my people. You again seized my vessel. Q: And that angered you, did it? Seized my vessel, seized my vessel. Picard: You interfered with our Farpoint mission. You threatened to convict us as ignorant savages, if, while dealing with a powerful and complex life forms, we made the slightest mistake, and when that didn't happen Q: The Q became interested in you. Does no one here understand your incredible good fortune? Seized my vessel. These are the complaints of a closed mind too accustomed to military privileges. But you, Riker, and I remember you well, what do you make of my offer? Riker: We don't have time for these games. Q: Games? Did someone say games? And perchance for interest's sake, a deadly game? To the game. Riker: Where are we? Data: Obviously a class M world. Gravity and oxygen within our limits. Laforge: Twin moons. Where are we? Data: Considering the power demonstrated by Q the last time, anywhere. Assuming this place even exists. Riker: But this won't be boring. If Q is anything, he's imaginative. Apparently our Captain wasn't meant to be with us here. Picard: Security, this is the Captain. Security? Engineering, this is the Bridge. Picard: Turbolift Control, do you read? This is the Captain. Tasha: Sir! Over here. Q: Join me, Riker. A good game needs rules and planning. Wasn't it your own Hartley who said, nothing reveals humanity so well as the games it plays? Almost right. Actually, you reveal yourselves best in how you play. Data: Sir, what he has in mind might provide us with vital information. Riker: Incredible. I was just thinking about an old-fashioned lemonade. Q: And so it became that. An excellent thirst quencher. It gets rather hot out on this plain. Riker: What about my people? Q: Whatever they'd like, of course! Q: Drink not with thine enemy. The rigid Klingon code. That explains something of why you defeated them. Riker: You're still fascinated with the human past? Perhaps you're not that original. Q: Au contraire! It's the human future which intrigues us, and should concern you most. You see, of all species, yours cannot abide stagnation. Change is at the heart of what you are. But change into what? That's the question. Data: That is what humans call a truism. Q: You mean hardly original? Riker: You're the one who said it. While we're at it, this isn't part of any human future. Q: True. I borrowed this from your stodgy Captain's mind. This is dressing for a game that we will play. Now games require rules and rewards and dangers and familiar settings. That sort of thing. Riker: This isn't that familiar to me. Data? Data: This is from Europe's Napoleonic era, sir. Late eighteenth, early nineteenth centuries. This is a campaign headquarters tent, his uniform is that of a French Army marshal. Riker: And a marshal outranks even an Admiral Q: Well, do you think I would go from a Starfleet Admiral to anything else? Riker: Of course you wouldn't. But Napoleonic equipment on an alien planet. One so different it has twin moons? Q: Well, as you said, I'm nothing if not imaginative. And the game should reflect that. Shall it be a test of strength? Meaningless, since you have none. A test of intelligence, then? Equally as meaningless. But it needs risk, something to win and something to lose. Riker: If we must play a game, what would we win? Q: The greatest possible future that you can imagine. Which, of course, requires something totally disastrous if you lose. Now the point of this game shall be, can any of you can stay alive? Worf: If your game is fair, we will. Q: Oh, for shame, Worf. Fairness is such a human concept. Think imaginatively! This game shall in fact be completely unfair. Tasha: You've gone too far! Q: Game penalty! Riker: Where is she, Q? You can forget your game if Q: To use a twentieth century term, she's in a penalty box. Where she will remain unharmed unless one of you merits a penalty. Unfortunately, there is only one penalty box. If any of you should be sent there, dear Tasha must give the box up to you. Laforge: And where does she go? Q: Into nothingness. I entreat you to carefully obey the rules of the game. The only one who can destroy your Tasha now is you. Picard: Captain's log Picard: Captain's log Picard: Damn it. I can't even make a log entry. Tasha: I wish I could help you, Captain. Picard: Where is everyone else? Tasha: Down on some planet. Picard: Some planet? What are you doing here? Tasha: Well, I, er. It sounds strange, but I'm in a penalty box. Picard: A penalty box? Tasha: Q's penalty box. It sounds strange, but it definitely isn't. I know that one more penalty by anyone and I'm gone. Picard: Gone? Tasha: Yes! I am gone! It is so frustrating to be controlled like this! Picard: Lieutenant. Tasha, it's all right. Tasha: What the hell am I doing? Crying? Picard: Don't worry. There's a new ship's standing order on the Bridge. When one is in the penalty box, tears are permitted. Tasha: Captain. Oh, if you weren't a captain. Q: Consorting with lower rank females, Captain? Especially ones in penalty boxes? Destructive to diskipline, they say. But then again, you're what? You're only human? Penalty over. Picard: A marshal of France? Ridiculous! Q: One takes what jobs he can get. For example, star log entry, stardate today. This is Q, speaking for Captain Jean-Luc Picard, who we consider too bound by Starfleet customs and traditions to be useful to us. The Enterprise is now helpless, stuck like an Earth insect in amber while its bridge crew plays out a game whose real intent is to test whether the First Officer is worthy of the greatest gift the Q can offer. Picard: So you're taking on Riker this time. Excellent. He'll defeat you just as I did. Q: Shall we wager on that, Captain? Your starship command against? Picard: Against your keeping out of humanity's path for ever. Done? Q: Done! You've already lost, Picard. Riker will be offered something impossible to refuse. Riker: Geordi, can you see Worf? Laforge: I'd see the freckles on his nose if he had them, sir. He's at the third ridge. Data: The third ridge? Laforge: Moving well too. Oh, oh. Good, he sees them. Picard: Listen to me, Q. You seem to have some need for humans. Q: Concern regarding them. Picard: Whatever it is, why do you demonstrate it through this confrontation? Why not a simple, direct explanation, a statement of what you seek? Why these games? Q: Why these games? Why, the play's the thing. And I'm surprised you have to ask when your human Shakespeare explained it all so well. Picard: So he did, but don't depend too much on any single viewpoint Q: It's a pity you don't know the content of your own library. Hear this, Picard, and reflect. All the galaxy's a stage. Picard: World, not galaxy. All the world's a stage. Q: Oh, you know that one? Well, if he were living now he would have said galaxy. How about this? Life is but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Picard: I see. So how we respond to a game tells you more about us than our real life, this tale told by an idiot? Interesting, Q. Q: Oh, thank you very much. I'm glad you enjoyed it. Perhaps maybe a little Hamlet? Picard: Oh, no. I know Hamlet. And what he might said with irony, I say with conviction. What a piece of work is man. How noble in reason. How infinite in faculty. In form, in moving, how express and admirable. In action, how like an angel. In apprehension, how like a god. Q: Surely you don't really see your species like that, do you? Picard: I see us one day becoming that, Q. Is it that what concerns you? Laforge: Those soldiers have formed a skirmishing line, I think you'd call it, and they're headed this way. Riker: Armed with ancient ball and powder muskets? Laforge: That's what their weapons look like, sir. Data: Muskets are appropriate to the 1790 to 1800 French army uniform, sir. But it is hardly a weapon by our standards. A lead ball propelled by gunpowder. One hundred meters at best with any accuracy. Laforge: Yeah, but against phasers? Just one of our hand phasers could finish off an entire regiment. Riker: Except for one thing. It hardly sounds like Q to give us an advantage like that. Unless. Worf: Drop your weapons! Riker: I'm afraid that was me, Worf. I was checking to see if the phasers still operate. Laforge: Incredible, Worf! You came out of nowhere. Worf: A warrior's reaction. Riker: Report. What did you find? Worf: Sir, what they're wearing may be old Earth uniforms, but what's inside of them isn't human at all. More like vicious animal things. Laforge: Those soldiers are moving in fast, sir. Riker: Data, if you've got a theory about what's happening? Q: Think fast, Commander Riker, and move fast. Riker: Those aren't muskets. Q: You have only one chance to save them now. Send them back to the ship. Riker: You'll let me beam them? Q: Send them the same way as I do. I've given you that power. Do you understand? I have given you the power of the Q. Use it. Q: Use your power. Q: Use your power. Picard: Lieutenant, take the conn position. Engineering, this is the Bridge. Crewman: Engineering here, sir. Picard: Engineering, are all systems back online? Crewman: Back online, sir? They were never off. Tasha: Captain, you'd better look at this. There's been no interruption in course or speed. Both have remained constant. It's as though we never stopped. Picard: We never did, Lieutenant. Q suspended time. Tasha: Where's Commander Riker? Worf: He was with us. Laforge: He must still be on the planet. We were under attack by these, these animal things. Picard: Animal things? Laforge: Well, maybe Data could explain better, sir. Data: You may find it esthetically displeasing, sir. I could just file a computer report on that. Picard: Data! Tasha: Sir, the important thing right now is why is Commander Riker missing? Picard: Understood, Lieutenant, but I suspect that Commander Riker is probably perfectly safe, at least in a physical sense. Q has an interest in him. In fact, Q's entire visit has something to do with our First Officer. Data: And the reason for that, sir? Picard: I wish I knew. Q first became interested in him at Farpoint. I have no idea what it means. Meanwhile, we must proceed with our rescue mission. Q: Something amuses you? Perhaps you'll share the joke with me? Riker: The joke is you. Q: Strange gratitude, from one who has been granted a gift beyond any human dream. How can you not appreciate being able to send your friends back to their ship, or sending the soldiers back to the nothingness from which they came? Certainly, you must understand that at this moment you can send yourself back to the ship or to Earth, or change your shape and become anything else you want to be. Riker: What do you need, Q? Q: Need? Riker: You want something from us, desperately. What is it? Q: Want something from you foolish, fragile, non-entities? Oh come, Riker. You're beginning to sound like your Captain. Riker: Now that's a compliment, Q. But that's not an answer. Q: Riker, we have offered you a gift beyond all other gifts! Riker: Out of the goodness of your heart. Q: After Farpoint, I returned to where we exist. The Q Continuum. Riker: Which means exactly what? Q: The limitless dimensions of the galaxy in which we exist. Riker: I don't understand. Q: Of course you don't, and you never will until you become one of us. Riker: Until? Would you mind going over that again? Q: Well if you'll stop interrupting me. This is hardly a time to be teaching you the true nature of the universe. However, at Farpoint we saw you as savages only. We discovered instead that you are unusual creatures in your own limited ways. Ways which in time will not be so limited. Riker: We're growing. Something about us compels us to learn, explore. Q: Yes, the human compulsion. And unfortunately for us, it is a power which will grow stronger century after century, eon after eon. Riker: Eons. Have you any idea how far we'll advance? Q: Perhaps in a future that you cannot yet conceive, even beyond us. So you see, we must know more about this human condition. That's why we've selected you, Riker, to become part of the Q, so that you can bring to us this human need and hunger, that we may understand it. Riker: I suppose you mean that as a compliment, Q. Or maybe it's my limited mind. But to become a part of you? I don't even like you. Q: You're going to miss me! Laforge: Come on, not again! Wesley: Commander Riker, what's going on? I was sitting in school and Tasha: Worf, my phaser's gone. Are you armed? Worf: No. Picard: Where is Q? If you have any answer to any of this? Wesley: Worf! Riker: Look out! Picard: Wesley, no! Riker: Wesley! Picard: Wesley! Riker: No! Damn it! Damn it to hell! Picard: Riker. You! You did that! Riker: And that's not all! Picard: That grid, their wounds. Only the Q can do that. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41591.4. Twelve minutes out from Quadra Sigma Three where the survivors of an underground disaster desperately need our help. Aboard the Enterprise, First Officer William T. Riker needs help nearly as badly. But this is a subject far out of my experience. Out of any human's experience. Picard: Will. How the hell do I advise you? You know the implications as well as I. Riker: No one has ever offered to turn me into a god before. Picard: What the Q has offered you has got to be close to immortality, Will. They're not lying about controlling space and time. We've seen it in what they can do. Riker: You've also seen it in what I can do. Picard: If you are going to refuse his offer, you must not allow yourself to use this power again. It's too great a temptation for us at our present stage of development. Riker: Are you worried that I won't be able to say no to it? Picard: You tell me. Are you strong enough to refuse to use that power. Riker: Certainly. Picard: No matter how tempted? No matter how difficult Q makes it for you? Riker: You have my word. Picard: Good. I know what your word means. Data: In orbit of Quadra Sigma Three, sir. Ready to beam down rescue team to underground emergency area. Data: This way sir. Riker: Are there any others? Woman: Gone. It's just us. Laforge: Commander. There's someone under here. Laforge: You're getting close, Data. Crusher: It's too late. She's dead. If only we'd gotten here a little sooner. Data: Sir, if indeed you have the power of Q. Crusher: I don't understand. Certainly you can't bring her back to life. Riker: I can't. I'm prevented from that by a promise. Riker: I should never have made that agreement with you. I could have saved that child. Picard: You were right not to try. Once you became accustomed to that power, Number One. Riker: When I used it before, what happened? I saved most of our Bridge crew. Picard: And when you grow to like it too much? Riker: As soon as it's convenient Captain, I want a meeting with you and your Bridge staff. Picard: As soon as we are secure of this rescue operation, I'll discuss all of this new power Picard: We can confer here on the Bridge, if no one has any objections. Riker: The Bridge will be fine, since I've called the entire staff. Picard: Correction, Number One. Knowing the decision you face, I have permitted you this gathering. Riker: Of course, Jean-Luc. Riker: Wesley, this meeting is not for you. Wesley: Why not, sir? You helped make me a Bridge officer. Acting Ensign. Riker: All right, he stays. Because I've been given unusual powers, I am not suddenly a monster. Except for these abilities, and I don't yet know how far they go, I'm the same William T. Riker you've always known. Well? Everyone still looks uncomfortable. Picard: Perhaps they're all remembering that old saying. Power corrupts. Riker: And absolute power corrupts absolutely. Do you believe I haven't thought of that, Jean-Luc? Picard: And have you noticed how you and I are now on a first name basis? Number One, Will, something has happened already. Riker: In what way? Haven't you seen how much I regretted not saving that child? Using the Q power to save her may not have been wrong. No more than it was wrong to save the rest of you from those soldier things. Picard: Let's keep in mind that that particular danger was invented by Q. Tasha: What we represent to the Q, Commander, are lowly animals, tormented into performing for their amusement. Riker: Actually, they think highly of us, Tasha. We have a quality of growth which they admire. Laforge: Or fear. Picard: No, we've learned the Q do not admire us. The Q has muddled your mind. Riker: Don't you understand his incredible gift to me? Q: Are these truly your friends, brother? Q: Let us pray. For understanding and for compassion. Picard: Let us do no such damned thing! What is this need of yours for costumes, Q? Have you no identity of your own? Q: I come in search of the truth. Picard: You come in search of what humanity is! Q: I forgive your blasphemy. Picard: Don't you see, Riker? He's nothing but a flim-flam man! He's been that ever since we first met him at Farpoint. Worf: Flim-flam? Q: You offer Riker jealousy. What I offer him is clearly beyond your comprehension. How can you claim friendship for Riker while obstructing his way to the greatest adventure ever offered a human? Picard: Obstructing him? Then it's not yet certain. He's not yet committed. Q: The truly evil part of this, Captain, is your jealousy. You love each one of your people. Demonstrate it. You have the power to leave each of them with a gift proving your affection. Riker: There'd be no harm, would there, if I gave them something I know they'd like? Q: How touching. A plea to his former Captain. May I please give some happiness to my friends, sir? Please sir? Picard: In fact I authorize and support your idea, Riker. Please, feel free to cooperate with him if you wish. Data: Are you certain, sir? Picard: Quite certain, Data. By all means, demonstrate your gifts of affection. Riker: Don't be frightened. There is no way I could harm any of you. Shall I guess your dreams? Crusher: Leave now, Wesley. Riker: No! Wesley, I may know best of all. Our friendship, our long talks Crusher: No, please! Riker: Have your favorite wish, my young friend. Riker: You're ten years older. A man. Laforge: Hey, Wes. Not bad. Riker: Data. Data: No. No, sir. Riker: But it's what you've always wanted, Data, to become human. Data: Yes, sir, that is true. But I never wanted to compound one illusion with another. It might be real to Q, perhaps even you, sir. But it would not be so to me. Was it not one of the Captain's favorite authors who wrote, This above all, to thine own self be true? Sorry, Commander, I must decline. Riker: Well, my friend, I know what you want. Laforge: You're as beautiful as I imagined, and more. Riker: Then we can throw away the visor? Laforge: I don't think so, sir. The price is a little high for me, and I don't like who I would have to thank. Make me the way I was. Please! Riker: Proud warrior Worf, without a single tie to his own kind. Worf: No! She is from a world now alien to me! Laforge: Worf, is this your idea of sex? Worf: This is sex. But I have no place for it in my life now. Q: No place, micro-brain? What possesses you? Wesley: Commander Riker, it's too soon for this. Riker: If this is because your mother objects? Wesley: No. I just want to get there on my own. Honest. Q: But it's easier, boy. Listen to Riker. Riker: How did you know, sir? I feel like such an idiot. Picard: Quite right. So you should. It's all over, Q. You have no further business here. Q: Human, you have just destroyed yourself. Picard: Pay off your wager. Q: I recall no wager! Picard: I'm sure your fellow Q remember you agreed to never trouble our species again. Just as they're aware you failed to tempt a human to join you. Q: No, if I could just do one more thing. Picard: Q, I strongly suspect it's some explaining you have to do now. Picard: Extraordinary! Laforge: Captain, we are showing that same hole in time again. Our instruments say we've just now beamed back from our rescue mission. Data: Sir, how is it that the Q can handle time and space so well, and us so badly? Picard: Perhaps some day we will discover that space and time are simpler than the human equation. No coordinates laid in, Number One? Riker: Yes, sir. You have my coordinates, La Forge. Laforge: Aye, sir. On the board. Picard: Engage.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41309.5. We are in orbit around Persephone Five, where I have been sent to confer with Admiral Mark Jameson in regard to an extraordinary situation. Picard: Starfleet received this subspace transmission two days ago, Admiral. Jameson: Let's see it, Captain. Picard: On viewer. Karnas: I am Karnas, governor of Mordan Four. A dissident group of terrorists have taken Federation Ambassador Hawkins and his staff hostage. They will not discuss terms with me. This is a crisis I cannot resolve. The terrorists are demanding a Federation negotiator. I feel there is only one negotiator with the skills to resolve the situation. The lives of the hostages will depend on Starfleet delivering this man to Mordan. Commander Mark Jameson. Admiral Jameson. The terrorists have given you six Earth days to bring him here, or the hostages will die. Picard: Starfleet cannot understand how or why this situation has developed. Mordan Four has finally gained peace after decades of civil war Jameson: Forty years of civil war, Captain. Picard: Yes, sir. Karnas was largely responsible for the planet's unification and peace. Why should he now be unable to deal with this rebellious faction? Jameson: Forty-five years ago I negotiated a hostage situation on Mordan, Captain. Karnas was a young man then, but so was I. He seems to feel that I can handle the situation again. Picard: I'm detailed to take you to Mordan Four as soon as you can be ready, Admiral. Jameson: My wife and I will beam aboard at fifteen hundred hours, Captain. Acknowledge. Picard: Received and acknowledged, sir. Picard out. Troi: Nearly fifteen hundred now, sir. Picard: Well, Number One, let's go and welcome the Admiral aboard. Picard: Welcome aboard, Admiral. This is my Executive Officer, Commander William Riker. Riker: My pleasure, sir. Ma'am. Jameson: My wife, Anne. Captain, there are certain details of this mission that you should understand before we begin. Picard: Yes, sir. Jameson: I am not simply an advisor. On any assignment I accompany, Starfleet has designated me Senior Mission Officer. I control the away team and all its actions. Is that understood? Of course, Captain, you command the ship, but the mission is mine. I trust you are in complete agreement. Picard: Yes, sir. Of course. Laforge: Message coming in from Mordan, sir. Picard: Put it on the screen, Mister Data. Karnas: Mordan Four to Enterprise. This is Karnas. I will speak to the Captain. Picard: I am Captain Picard, commanding the Enterprise. Karnas: Is Admiral Jameson on board? Picard: He's here, beside my First Officer. Do you wish to speak to him now? Karnas: So, Jameson. I see time has not been kind. Jameson: It seldom is, Karnas. However, we could save a good deal of it now if you'll outline the terrorists' demands. Karnas: They insist all discussions will take place here on Mordan. They refuse to speak to me, only to a Federation mediator. They say they will brook no excuses. If there are any offered, your ambassador and his people will die. Unpleasantly. I believe them. So should you, Admiral. Jameson: Tell them I accept the conditions of negotiation. Karnas: I will do so immediately. Riker: For a man in his position, he doesn't seem to know much about the situation. Jameson: Wrong, Number One. He told me that the terrorists are desperate enough to kill if they're crossed. They are willing to talk, one on one, but not to him. Picard: Counselor? Troi: From his body language as well as his words and tone, I'd judge that what Karnas said was honest. But I sensed a holding back. Picard: Perhaps he knows more about the terrorists than he's prepared to admit. Jameson: Possible, but I suspect it's closer to the mark if we said he doesn't want to admit failure of his own efforts to negotiate. He is a proud man. Troi: That could be, sir. Karnas has established himself as a powerful man on Mordan. Suddenly, in this situation, his power is useless. Crusher: Sickbay to Bridge. I'm ready for Admiral Jameson now. Picard: In a few moments, Doctor. Jameson: Ready for what, Captain? Picard: Just a routine medical checkup. Ship's regulations. Riker: What I don't understand, sir, is how Karnas knew you were still available. Jameson: Still alive, you mean. Riker: So far as he knew, sir, you could have been dead. Jameson: Quite right, Commander, but I am not, and I imagine Ambassador Hawkins has told him that. I briefed the Ambassador about Mordan before he left to take up residence. Picard: All right. Karnas has a problem he thinks you can resolve. What do the terrorists need that Karnas can't, or won't, give them? Data: Mordan has had peace for five years. They have finally come to a state of productivity which satisfies their planetary needs, but no more than that. Perhaps the dissidents feel the Federation could provide them with more. Jameson: I have negotiated many treaties on many planets, Picard. I've found that peace, or the appearance of it, is often a prelude to war. Troi: Admiral, are you suggesting the terrorists want arms and weapons? Jameson: They may. I am suggesting Karnas is the last man to give them such weapons. Troi: I see. You believe that Karnas would not negotiate on that point, and so the terrorists demanded an outside negotiator. Jameson: I know Karnas. He is a warrior. He lives for challenge. These people have insulted his honor by taking the embassy staff hostage. I'll negotiate, but I'll have to be very careful in dealing with Karnas. He'll want revenge for that insult. Anne: Well, it's about time. Couldn't get away from the Bridge? Jameson: Didn't want to. Feels good to be on one again. Anne: I'm glad, Mark. Do you want me to help you up? Anne: You're stronger today. Jameson: I'm fine. I feel like a kid again. Anne: This ship is magnificent. It even has family quarters. Pity we didn't have them twenty, thirty years ago. We could have been together almost all of your career. Mark! Mark? I'll get Sickbay. Jameson: No. There's no need. It's happened before. Anne: When? You haven't said anything. Jameson: It'll pass. Just give me a moment. See, I'm better. It's going away. Anne: What is it? Do the doctors know? Jameson: Just body changes. Last checkup they said I'd have to expect it. Anne: You're sure? Don't lie to me. Jameson: I'm sure. Crusher: All the medical information the Admiral provided is satisfactory, sir. Picard: Excellent, Doctor. Crusher: Except for one thing. The test results he gave me aren't two days old, they're two months old. The medical file coder always includes the date as part of the file number. He lied to me, sir, and I don't know why. Picard: He is eighty five years old, Doctor. For some, the memory begins to fail. Crusher: He suffers from Iverson's Disease, sir. It affects the body, not the mind. No, I have a gut feeling he's hiding something. Picard: That is an observation I'd expect from Counselor Troi. Doctor. Doctor, I do respect your opinion, and I'll want you on the Bridge for the next day or so. The Admiral must remain in the best of health for these negotiations, and he might require your services. Picard: Admiral, we're approaching the Idini Star Cluster. Would you like to take the conn as we make transit? Jameson: Thank you, Captain. I would. Picard: Well, Admiral, quite a little surprise you've pulled on us. Crusher: Yes, quite. Jameson: Neglected to mention I began some new therapy before I left. Seems to be working. I haven't felt this good since the last time I was in space. The Gettysburg. All I needed to get me out of that chair was the thought of walking the decks in command of a starship again. Picard: Admiral, you only have the conn temporarily. Jameson: A figure of speech. Of course she's your ship. I'll just keep an eye on her for a while. Picard: The admiral displayed a remarkable improvement out there, wouldn't you say? Crusher: Captain, no one recovers from Iverson's Disease. There is no known cure, and there are no cases where it has gone into remission. I have never heard of any therapy that would produce results like that. Picard: Then how do you account for it? Crusher: I can't. All I can tell you is that the Admiral has been confined to his support chair for the last four years by the effects of Iverson's. By all the medical facts we know, he should never have walked again. Picard: I want you to look into it, Doctor. Thoroughly. Crusher: Yes, sir. Karnas: The terrorists have given you six Earth days to bring him here, or the hostages will die. Anne: I don't know how much more information you think you can get from that tape. Mark! My God, what's happened? Jameson: It's the new therapy I'm taking. It's working, Annie. Anne: Oh, darling! Anne: Mark? Jameson: I told you I just needed to get back into space again. Anne: You really are looking much better. Jameson: It's the new treatment. Anne: No. Come here. Jameson: I hope you're heading for the bedroom. Anne: You stop it. Anne: Darling, you look like you looked twenty years ago. Jameson: You're flatter me. Anne: Now you tell me what the hell is going on? Jameson: I don't know Anne: Sickbay! Medical emergency in the Admiral's quarters! Crusher: I found traces of chemical substances in his blood and tissue samples, but none of them are in our pharmacopeia. I'm still working on alien references to substances like these. All I can tell you is that he's ingested something that's strongly affecting his body. Picard: Specifics, Doctor. Crusher: Captain, there are so many things going on, I can't give you specifics until I do a lot more tests. Picard: Give me what you have now. Crusher: His red cell count is running riot. The cellular structure of his body is radically changing, but we can't make any decisions on that until we know what it's changing to. His DNA is skewed. Don't ask me how, but he even looks younger. And Captain, there are absolutely no traces of Iverson's Disease. Picard: You said there is no cure for Iverson's. Crusher: None that we know of. But whatever these substances are doing to his body, at least they've done that for him. But how or why? It's too early to say. Picard: Get me some answers, Doctor. As soon as possible. Crusher: Yes, sir. Anne: Captain. Picard: Mrs. Jameson, I have to ask the Admiral some questions. Jameson: Ask away. There's nothing to hide now. Picard: Admiral, in addition to your rank, you are a particularly valuable commodity just now. Starfleet has a right to some answers. Jameson: I've planned this for a long time, ever since I learned I had Iverson's Disease. Since it put me in that chair. Anne: What did you do, Mark? Jameson: There's a planet in the Cerebus system, Cerebus Two. They say the natives have a process that rejuvenates the body, gives you your youth back. Picard: Yes, I've heard of that story. It's a myth. Jameson: It's true, Picard. I'm living proof. Oh, it's dangerous. The mortality rate is high, and it's very painful. Aliens are seldom allowed to obtain the process, but I managed it. I negotiated a treaty for Cerebus Two some years ago, and they felt obligated to honor my request for the process. Picard: Obviously it works very rapidly, but how does it work? Jameson: The herb and drug combinations are self-administered slowly over a period of two years. Every response is different, depending on a being's DNA. I got enough for both of us, Annie, but I had to test it on myself first. I couldn't risk you. If I died, well, I was half a man, so what did it matter. Anne: It would matter to me. Jameson: But I was starting to change, Anne. It was almost undetectable, but the improvement was there. Then when this hostage situation came up, I knew I'd have to be at my peak to deal with it. I didn't have time to wait for the drug to work naturally. Picard: So you took the whole dose. Jameson: I took both of them. And look at me, Annie, look at me. I'm strong. I'm alert, Fit. I'm fitter than you are, Picard. And I'm getting younger! Picard: The only question I have, Admiral, is why you thought it necessary to be young to negotiate the release of the hostages. Even willing to put your life at risk for it. I'll be on the Bridge, Admiral, if you want to talk further. Anne: Why didn't you tell me, Mark? We've always been honest with each other, until now. Jameson: Annie, I did it for us. Anne: Oh, I'm sure you believed that, until you had a chance to head up a mission, to command again, and then you just upended the bottle or whatever it was, and damn everything. Did you think about me at all? Jameson: I obtained enough of the dosage for both of us. Anne: But you never asked if I wanted it. It's just like you, Mark, to assume that what you felt was right was the only answer. Jameson: But it was the right answer for me. It was killing you, having to take care of an invalid. Annie, what good was I to you? We can be together again. Anne: Let me go! Jameson: I can get you another supply of the drug. Jameson: Commander Data, I wish to open a communication frequency to Karnas. Data: Aye, sir. Picard: One moment, Mister Data. Admiral, this is Picard. May I know the reason for this communication? Jameson: Karnas must have tried to negotiate with the terrorists before he was forced to call on me. I want all the information he has access to. Picard: You said Karnas was a proud man, Admiral, probably sensitive about his failure to deal with this situation. Is it wise to press him on this? Jameson: I'm the negotiator, Picard. Jameson: Karnas will have to cooperate with me and the terrorists, and damn his sensitivities. Picard: Then I suggest a secured channel, Admiral. Jameson: A sensible precaution, Picard. Make it so. Picard: Make it so. Data: Aye, sir. Frequency open and secured. Jameson: Karnas. Karnas: What is it you want, Admiral? Jameson: We're on a secured channel, Karnas. You can talk freely. Who's behind this thing? You said dissidents. Karnas: Yes, political opponents who feel the Federation will disavow me as Governor if they stir up enough trouble on Mordan. Jameson: Then who is it? Ardan? Gilnor? Karnas: They're dead, Jameson. A long time now. For a long time I thought you were dead, too. Jameson: I almost died a couple of times on missions, but I always made it through somehow. Karnas: Yes. Now you're coming back to Mordan to negotiate for hostages again. It's almost as though the forty five years in-between never happened. Jameson: You've never forgiven me. Karnas: Of course I have. It was years ago. Jameson: There are no dissidents, are there? No terrorists. You have the hostages. Karnas: And if I have? You're coming to Mordan, Jameson, and you're going to negotiate for their lives. And I'm going to ask a very, very high price. Jameson: What if I refuse? Karnas: Then the hostages will die. You've seen how my executioners work. They are still as efficient as they were, perhaps even more skilled now. You'll come, even if you don't have much honor left. Jameson: Conn, are we still on schedule to arrive at Mordan in thirty eight hours? Laforge: Aye, sir. We're at warp four. Jameson: Picard, I want a jump to warp eight, so that we arrive ahead of our announced ETA. It'll throw Karnas off balance, and we can catch him before he's ready. Picard: Ready for exactly what, Admiral? Jameson: I believe Karnas has the hostages, and there never were any dissidents. Picard: What has happened to bring you to that conclusion? That's quite a big jump. Jameson: I'm not at liberty to say, Picard, but negotiations are no longer the answer. Picard: Isn't the most important thing the hostage's lives? Jameson: And you agree with that too, Riker? Riker: I do, sir. Jameson: Good. Because I plan to personally lead an away team on an armed rescue mission to get them out of there. Jameson: Commander Data, bring up the plans I requested on the viewscreen, please. Data: Aye, sir. Jameson: Most of Mordan's principal city was devastated during the war. What was left consisted largely of a network of underground tunnels. A rat's maze. When they rebuilt the city, they simply built over the tunnels. Data: I have it, sir. Laforge: Pardon me, sir, but where do these tunnels come into the picture? Jameson: This is where Karnas held his hostages before and where I believe he has them now. Picard: Wouldn't that be a little obvious, Admiral? Jameson: Karnas is a dogged strategist, Picard, not a brilliant one. He sticks to what works. He will kill the hostages if we do not get them out of there. Picard: Therefore you see this armed raid as the only option. Jameson: You don't agree? Picard: With respect, Admiral, I would point out no one else has heard or considered Karnas's demands. The Federation might view them differently if they knew what they were. Jameson: Starfleet has given me command of the away team, Picard, and I intend to use them as I see fit. Anne: Our anniversary is next week. Our fiftieth. Crusher: In his heart, he's still the same man you married, Anne. Troi: That's true. He still cares for you, despite the physical changes he's undergoing. Anne: But he's getting younger, and I'm, well look at me. Why did he do this? Troi: Because there are lives at stake, Mrs. Jameson. Anne: What about our lives, his and mine? I was looking forward to time together finally. Our retirement. Now he's young again, and has his life to live over. Troi: Doctor, she has to know. Anne: Know what? Crusher: Anne, your husband. Anne: What is it? Crusher: He's not stabilizing. He may not have that life to live over. Jameson: We'll be at Mordan in three hours. Picard: I couldn't sleep either. Jameson: I never could before a mission. I always wound up in the observation lounge, staring out at the stars, thinking. Picard: Perhaps in this case, rethinking? Picard: Why is this mission so important to you? Why did you risk your life to lead it personally? Jameson: I want to save lives, Captain. Picard: Noble sentiments, but that's too easy an answer. You've been here before. You negotiated a release of the hostages with Karnas before. Why is it now your answer is an armed raid? It's my away team you're sending in there. I think there's something you're not telling me, and I have a right to know what it is. Jameson: Do you know the background? The Mordanites had some sophistication, but were still ruled by tribal family units. Karnas's father was the ruling chief of one of the families. Another tribe had him assassinated. Karnas seized the passengers of a starliner and held them hostage, demanding that Starfleet provide him with weapons that would enable him to defeat his rivals. Picard: That's the official record. Jameson: Officially, the story is that after two other mediators were murdered, I went in and negotiated with Karnas to bring out the hostages safely. Picard: Are you saying that's not the truth? Jameson: It wasn't my golden oratory that saved them, Captain. I gave Karnas the weapons he wanted. Picard: You did what? Jameson: I gave exactly the same weapons to his rivals. My interpretation of the Prime Directive. Let them solve their problems with those arms on an equal basis. Picard: And that decision plunged them into forty years of civil war. Jameson: I didn't know that would happen. I thought a minor war. It would be settled in less than a year. How would I know it would take four decades? But I falsified the reports to Starfleet, and I lived with that on my soul, Picard. Sixty-three people came away safe but millions died on Mordan because I delivered those weapons. Picard: Karnas could have worked for peace during those years instead of continuing the war. It's not all on your head, Admiral. Jameson: But I started it. I lit the match. Now finally I can vindicate myself, if only in a small way. I came to negotiate, but that isn't what Karnas wants. Picard: Revenge. That's why he demanded you when he knew that you were still alive. Jameson: And I'm not going to give it to him, Picard. I'm going to do what I should have done the first time. We're taking the hostages out by force, if necessary. No deals. Jameson: Prepare to energize, Chief. Picard: Belay that. Admiral, your proper place is on the Bridge. Jameson: I will remind you one more time, Picard, I am the Senior Mission Commander and I'm leading this team. Riker: Sir? Picard: The Admiral is correct, Number One. He has that right. But I am the Captain of this ship, and I have a right to accompany him. Riker, you're in command of the Enterprise. Energize. Jameson: Yes, perfect. We are in the M4 tunnel, directly under the Governor's residence. M-4 is a subsidiary tunnel, but it crosses and links with several main ones. Data: I am sorry, sir. That does not correspond with the information in my tricorder, sir. Jameson: Your information is incorrect, Commander. I know these tunnels like the back of my own hand. Keep scanning for signs of human life forms. Karnas held his hostages in these tunnels before. He'll do it again. Data: Captain, the Admiral is definitely incorrect. The tunnel schematics we have show this to be a dead end. It was sealed off two years ago. Picard: No doubt you're right, Mister Data. However, forty five years ago, I'm sure it linked in with the tunnels the Admiral remembers. Jameson: Damn. Picard: Geordi? Laforge: This is steelplast, sir. Fairly recent installlation. Jameson: This is the most direct route. Set phasers to cut through it. Tasha: If you have the coordinates where you think the hostages are, sir, we could just beam in over there. Jameson: Karnas may not have them in the same place. There's no substitute, Lieutenant, for personal reconnoiter. Laforge: Admiral, there's an infrared light signal ahead. Steady beam, straight across the tunnel, chest high. There's another at waist level. Tasha: An alarm trigger or Picard: Reset phasers to stun. Picard: Take cover! Worf: Sir, look out! Data: Their phasers, sir, set on kill. Picard: Thank you, Mister Data. I have heard the sound before. Tasha: Is he hit? Data: No sign of a wound. Picard: Enterprise, this is Picard. Six to beam up, now! Riker: The Admiral? Picard: Sickbay. Not good is a galactic understatement. Laforge: Sir? Karnas again, sir. On screen. Karnas: Enterprise. There has been an armed intrusion in the tunnels beneath the city. That smells of Jameson. Where is he? Picard: Karnas, this is Picard. I'm sorry to inform you the Admiral is critically ill. Karnas: That is not my concern. Sick or well, you have ten minutes to beam him down. Troi: Sickbay to Bridge. Picard: Picard. Troi: Doctor Crusher Troi: Requests your presence in Sickbay immediately, sir. Picard: I'm on my way. Picard: Sickbay. Picard: What is it, Doctor? Crusher: I think you'd better see for yourself, Captain. Jameson: Picard. Picard, I have to get to Karnas. Crusher: I can't allow him out of my care, Captain. Jameson: It's my last option, Picard. The raid failed. All I have left to bargain with is myself. Riker: Bridge to Picard. Picard: Picard here. Riker: A new message from Karnas, sir. Riker: If we don't deliver Jameson in five minutes, one of the hostages will be executed. Riker: Fifteen minutes after that, another. Riker: He promises the method of execution will be most painful. Jameson: Let me go. If I give myself over to him, he'll let the hostages go. It's me he wants. Picard: It means almost certain death for you, Admiral. Jameson: My life for how many hostages, Picard? Twenty? Let me go. Picard: Number One, inform Karnas we'll be beaming down in less than five minutes. Riker: Did you say we, sir? Picard: You have your orders, Number One. Riker: Aye, sir. Karnas: Who are you? I want Jameson. Picard: Karnas, this is Admiral Mark Jameson. Karnas: This charade will accomplish nothing, Picard. Beam down Jameson, and the hostages will be freed. Continue this and I promise you they will die. And you with them. Jameson: Peretor Karnas, you always were a stubborn man. I thought you wanted me. I'm here. Release the hostages now. Karnas: Peretor was my old title. Why do you call me that? I warn you, Picard. This trick is going too far. He has been coached for some devious reason. If this farce does not stopped immediately, you and the hostages will be put to death. Picard: Doctor! Karnas: I am waiting for an explanation, Captain. Picard: He is the Admiral, Karnas. Before he left on this mission, he administered an overdose of an alien de-aging drug to himself. He wanted to face you with strength again, on even terms. This is what the drug has done to him. Karnas: This story you are telling is unbelievable. Jameson is a man of more than eighty years, not this. I want that old man, Picard. I want to show him this world he helped to make. The scars on old soldiers' bodies. The graveyards of our young dead. The wasted cities we are still rebuilding. And all of it caused by him. Picard: As I understand it, Karnas, you were the one who demanded the weapons to avenge your father's death. Karnas: But Jameson didn't give weapons to only us. If he had, we would have quickly triumphed over our enemies, and there would have been peace in all these decades. I want him to pay for that, Picard. Crusher: Captain, I think Mrs. Jameson should beam down now. Picard: Enterprise, this is Picard. Have Mrs. Jameson prepare to beam down. Karnas, I asked Doctor Crusher to bring with her the visual records we've made of Admiral Jameson's deterioration. Will you look at them? Karnas: You're wasting my time, Picard. Picard: Just a few moments. You saw the Admiral on the Enterprise when he was en route to Mordan? Karnas: Yes. Picard: And you recognized him? Karnas: Yes. Picard: Is this the man you saw? Karnas: This is the man I want. Picard: He's here, Karnas. Look. Once he took the compound there was no way to stop it. Picard: You'll have to deal with me, Karnas. Whatever you wanted from Jameson isn't possible any more. And you wanted revenge. You blamed your war on him, and there's no doubt he had a lot to do with it. But you had the weapons and you used them. You could have tried for negotiations for peace on your planet long ago. Instead you chose to fight. How many of those forty years of civil war are on your head, Karnas? Karnas: Jameson has to pay for his crimes. I have sworn it to my people. Picard: Forty five years ago he made the wrong decision. He wanted to come here to somehow right it, to atone for what he did. Now all he can do is to give himself up to you. He brought this retribution on himself. Karnas: No. I don't believe you. You're shielding Jameson on the ship and you're telling me this tale to save his life. Jameson: Peretor Karnas, there were only two of us in the meeting. You didn't even trust your lieutenants there. You told me that old Peretor Sain had ordered your father's assassination. You told me that you wanted arms to destroy him. Peace wasn't on your mind. All you wanted was revenge. And I gave you the weapons to do it. Karnas: Jameson told you this. If it is you, show me the scar. Jameson: There. The blood cut you gave me to seal our bargain. Karnas: It is you. Somehow it is you. Then die by your own weapon! No. No, my revenge will be in seeing you live like this. Such pain. Crusher: The compound he took is forcing his cells and organs to go further, younger, and they can't take the stress. It's like they're imploding. And I can't give him anything to stop it. Picard: Can you ease the pain? Anne: Mark, can you hear me? Jameson: Yes. Anne: I'll always love you. Jameson: Annie with the golden hair. Anne: Flatterer. It's gray now. Jameson: I see only the gold. Karnas: Rest, Jameson. Your long night, and mine, are over. The hostages will be freed immediately, Captain. I'm prepared to be cooperative. Picard: The hostages have been freed by Karnas, unharmed, and the body of Admiral Mark Jameson has been buried on Mordan, at the request of his widow and by the permission of Karnas. The quest for youth, Number One. So futile. Age and wisdom have their graces too. Riker: I wonder if one doesn't have to have age and wisdom to appreciate that, sir. Picard: I hope not, Number One. Mister La Forge, prepare to take us out of orbit. Set course for Isis Three. Laforge: Aye, sir. Leaving orbit.

Scene: First Officer's log, stardate 41997.7 We are about to make a brief but necessary contact with the Jarada, a reclusive, insect-like race known for its idiosyncratic attitude towards protocol. The Jarada demand a precise greeting, in this case from Captain Picard. Their language is most unusual. The slightest mispronunciation is regarded as an insult. Picard: Unless it's followed by? Troi: The double bars indicate an elongated S sound. Picard: And the inverted T means to hold the Z. Troi: Unless? Picard: Unless it's followed by three wavy lines, in which case the Z becomes a B. Troi: Exactly. Picard: What a language. Troi: But you spell knife with a K. Picard: I spell knife with an N. But then, I never could spell. Troi: Well, this is an insect mind, sir. Picard: My mind is barely working. Troi: Take a break. Picard: No, no. I want to go over this again. Troi: You could be over-preparing. You've been looking forward to the upgrade of the holodeck. You have the time. Captain, you need the diversion. Picard: Dixon Hill. Troi: The program's installled and waiting. Computer: Program desired location. Picard: Earth, United States, San Francisco, California. Computer: Time period? Picard: 1941, A.D. Computer: File or access code. Picard: File Dixon Hill, private detective. Computer: Enter when ready. Captain's personal log. I'm entering the ship's holodeck, where images of reality can be created by our computer. Highly useful in crew training, highly enjoyable when used for games and recreation. Secretary: Very funny, Dix. What'd you do, lose another bet? Picard: I'm sorry, I don't understand. Secretary: The bellboy suit. Are you moonlighting at the Fremont? Picard: The uniform. It's totally inappropriate. I should have changed. Secretary: Detective Bell, your cop friend, McNary's new partner, was here nosing around. If he'd have seen you in those threads he'd have you sent to the funny farm. Mister Leech called twice, and there's a lady named Bradley waiting in your office. Nice legs. Not you. Her. Got a hot date with my fella. See you in the morning. Picard: I lost a bet. Jessica: Oh well, at least you're ready for Halloween. Picard: Halloween? Jessica: I need your help, Mister Hill. Someone is trying to kill me. Captain's personal log. I'm delighted with how the Holodeck has created the fictional world of Dixon Hill, the twentieth century detective who has been a hero of mine since childhood. The illusion is flawless. The characters I meet are generated by the computer, of course, yet they feel real, they seem real in every way. Jessica: I'm not sure who wants me dead. My husband, my stepdaughter. Picard: Or a lover, perhaps? Jessica: Perhaps. Or perhaps it's Cyrus Redblock. I need you to find out. Name your fee. Picard: Twenty dollars a day, plus expenses. Jessica: Agreed. Picard: I haven't said yes yet. Jessica: Oh, you'll say yes, Mister Hill. If it is Redblock, he must think I've got what he's looking for. But believe me, I don't. Picard: I'll take your word for it. Jessica: Here's a C-note in advance. Consider it a retainer. And next time, wear a suit. Au revoir. Picard: Remarkable. Exit. Picard: You'll have to call again. I'm just leaving. I'm not dressed properly. I'll be back. Leech: Mister Hill? Where are you? Picard: Memory, save current setting. Computer: Current setting saved. Picard: Holodeck off. Picard: And when I looked down into the street, I actually saw automobiles! Worf: Automobiles? Data: An ancient Earth device used primarily for transportation. Worf: Ah. Data: Also seen as a source of status and virility. Often a prime ingredient in teenage mating rituals. Wesley: Teenage mating rituals? Picard: From that window, I could see an entire, er Data: City block. Picard: That's right. Sounds, Smells. Crusher: You make it sound so real. Picard: That's how it felt. Crusher: Incredible. Picard: I'm going to go again, only this time I'm going to dress the part. Why not come with me? Crusher: Yes, I'd like that. Picard: I want to take that twentieth century historian. Crusher: Who? Whalen? Picard: Yes, Whalen. I bet he knows more about Dixon Hill than I do. Data: Shall I tell him, sir? Picard: Invite him, Mister Data. This is supposed to be a recreational activity. The sense of reality was absolutely incredible. When that woman kissed me, it was so Crusher: Exciting? Picard: Real. The subject of this meeting is the Jaradan rendezvous. Mister Riker, will you go ahead with the briefing. Riker: This is primarily a diplomatic mission. The Jaradan are strategically important to the Federation. Previous attempts have failed because they are so easily irritated. A slip in the pronunciation of the greeting caused a twenty year rift. Troi: The Captain has to recite the entire greeting without making any mistakes. Laforge: Simple as that, huh? Data: Yes. If, on the other hand, the Captain makes even the slightest error Troi: The Captain is well aware of the gravity of the situation, Commander. Data: We are all aware of the tape of the last Federation starship to come in contact with the Jaradan. It graphically demonstrates what happened when that Captain offended them. Troi: Captain Picard is familiar with that, Data. Data: Should we not rerun it? Picard: It's not necessary, Mister Data. Meeting adjourned. Data: Why would the Captain not want to review all available information on the subject? Laforge: Data, when you've seen the Jaradan react once, you don't ever have to see it again. Data: This Dixon Hill is a most puzzling character. Laforge: Not really. He was just a twentieth-century Sherlock Holmes. Data: Ah, but was his modus operandi not dissimilar? Worth investigating. Laforge: Indubitably, my dear Data. Indubitably. Data: Computer: request all biographical information on fictional character Dixon Hill. Computer: Working. Character first appeared in pulp magazine, Amazing Detective Stories, copyright 1934, AD. Second appearance in novel The Long Dark Tunnel, copyright 1936. Data: Request complete text of all stories involving said character. Increase speed. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. The Jaradan rendezvous still is eleven hours away. I am about to reenter the world of Dixon Hill, this time properly dressed. An experience like this is more enjoyable when shared, so I've invited our fiction expert, Whalen, to accompany me. Doctor Crusher will join us shortly. Picard: Ready for San Francisco, Mister Whalen? Whalen: More than ready, sir. Picard: Well, if it's anything like the last time, I'm sure you won't be disappointed Data: Request permission to accompany you, sir. I am totally versed in the genre of the period. Picard: Well, shall we? Vendor: Extra! Extra! Read all about it. Vendor: Hey Dix. How's tricks? Picard: Oh, she's fine, fine. Whalen: He actually thinks you're Dixon Hill. Picard: Say Mac, I would like to buy a newspaper too, but I don't have any money. Vendor: You catch me next time, Dix. Picard: Thank you. Hitler on the move. Roosevelt presses Congress for British aid. DiMaggio streak reaches thirty seven? Data: DiMaggio, sir. Jolting Joe, the Yankee clipper. Whalen: Baseball, sir. It was a national obsession at the time. Data: The streak they refer to will eventually reach fifty six games. And be snapped by a pair of journeyman hurlers for the Cleveland Indians. Vendor: Cleveland? Ha! They got no pitchers! They ain't never got no pitchers. What are you, nuts or something? Data: The record will stand until the year 2026, when a shortstop for the London Kings Vendor: Hey Dix, what gives with this guy? He's not from around here, is he. Picard: No he's not. He's er, he's from South America. Vendor: Yeah. He's got a nice tan. Picard: I should have listened to her. She told me someone was trying to kill her. Whalen: Captain, she's a page from a book. That's all she ever was. Bell: Well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Data: Cat? Bell: Where the hell did he come from? Vendor: South America. Can't you tell? Bell: Wherever you're from, while you're in my town, keep your nose clean. Well, tough guy, this time you've really done it. Your goose is cooked but good. Mcnary: I'm sorry about this, Dix. Bell: Don't apologize to him. Where were you last night between ten and midnight? Picard: That would be a bit hard to explain. Bell: Yeah? Well you'll have plenty of time to come up with something. You're going downtown. Picard: What for? Bell: For the murder of Jessica Bradley. We found this in her purse. Riker: Status report. Tasha: We're being probed, sir. Troi: The Jarada. Tasha: Most likely, but it's long range. Can't be certain where it's originating. Riker: One could get the feeling they don't exactly trust us. Laforge: Commander, I'm receiving a subspace message from the Jarada. Riker: That's not part of the plan. Pipe it through. Jaradan: En-ter-prise. We speak to you in your language. The time has come to honor us in ours. Riker: This is Commander Riker, First Officer of the Enterprise. Jaradan: You are not captain? Riker: No sir, I'm not. I suggest we commence with screen to screen communication so we can see each other Jaradan: You offend us! We will not show ourselves to a mere subordinate. We await your Captain's greeting with growing unrest. End of communication. Riker: Terrific. Find the Captain. He's in the Holodeck. Laforge: Aye, sir. Computer: Enter when ready. When ready. When ready. Data: Hiya Doc. What's cooking? Crusher: You know I had some trouble getting through. Where's Captain Picard? Data: He's on ice. Crusher: Pardon? Data: He's being grilled. Crusher: What is he, a fish? Whalen: H's being interrogated. They think he's committed a murder. Crusher: Why aren't we all being interrogated? Maybe I should go and help him. Whalen: No, relax. He's having the time of his life in there. Crusher: Well, why should he have all the fun? Policeman: Come on, Toots, let's go. Bell: Spill it! Picard: I've told you everything I know. Bell: Well, you'll just have to tell us again. From the top. From the top! Picard: Oh, very good. I've read all this before, you know. It's absolutely as it should be. Bell: Spill it! Laforge: LaForge to Bridge. Riker: Riker here. Laforge: I can't find the Captain, sir. Riker: I told you, he's in the holodeck. Laforge: I'm at the holodeck. Something's gone wrong. Riker: What are you saying? Laforge: I can't communicate with him, I can't access the program, and I can't open the doors. Enterprise log, supplemental. First Officer reporting. Due to an unknown breakdown in the holodeck, we are unable to contact the Captain. Riker: Tasha, take over. I'm going to holodeck three. Wesley: Commander? I've studied all the technical manuals on the holodecks, sir. I think I can be of some help down there. Riker: Geordi's well equipped to deal with the situation, Wes. Right now, your duty's here on the Bridge. Troi: Will. His mother's missing too. Riker: Come on, Wesley. Bell: And you say you never met her before she came to hire you. Picard: I've already told you that twice. Bell: Yeah? Well you're going to have to tell me again. Picard: Look fellas, this is no longer amusing. Mcnary: Easy, Dan! Bell: You think you're tough, Hill, but you're nothing! Mcnary: Don't take him too seriously, Dix. His old lady's been giving him a hard time. You know how it is. Picard: Actually, I do need to get out of here. Mcnary: I'll see what I can do. Crusher: Something on your mind? Sergeant: Yeah, nut I'm not sure it can be repeated in mixed company. You're a pretty hep lookin' broad. Crusher: Is that good? Sergeant: It ain't bad. You like Tommy Dorsey? I got two tickets for the dance tomorrow night. Riker: Have you tried the intercom? Laforge: Yes. Riker: Riker to holodeck. Riker to holodeck! Riker: Are you seeing anything? Wesley: No, sir. Riker: What can I do? Laforge: Not a thing. We have to go through this millimeter by millimeter. Riker: All right. Get it fixed. Laforge: Easy, Wes. Slow it down. If there's an anomaly, you could go right past it, okay? Mcnary: Okay, Dix, we're cutting you loose. Picard: That's welcome news. Bell: You better not try to leave town. Picard: If I leave town, the town leaves with me. I get the feeling your friend doesn't like me. Mcnary: We know you're dealing with Redblock, Dixon. Take it from a friend, it doesn't help your case. Picard: Redblock? I'll keep it in mind. Thank you for helping me. Mcnary: Forget it. Hey, Dix, when are you coming over for supper? The kids'd love to see you, and you know how much you love Sharon's cooking. Picard: Soon, my friend. For the moment, I have other duties. Mcnary: Blonde or brunette? Picard: She's a lady, all right, and her name is Enterprise. Mcnary: Sounds like a working girl to me. I'll stop by the office with a bottle of scotch. You can tell me all about her. Crusher: Have a good time? Picard: I don't know. Sometimes it almost seemed too real. I must say, you wear it well. I'm glad you could make it. Crusher: Why, thank you, Mister Hill. Picard: Maybe we should be getting back to the Enterprise. Crusher: We are on the Enterprise. Picard: Oh, yes, of course, so we are. Crusher: Do we have time to see your office? Picard: Yes, of course. Why not. Whalen: Captain, mind if I join you? Data: Yeah, me too, boss. I'd love to take a gander. Picard: The holodeck makes excellent use of finite space. Leech: Ah, Mister Hill. You've been avoiding me. Whalen: It's Felix Leech! It has to be. Leech: You know me, sir? Whalen: Well, I've read about you many times. Picard: I'm very sorry, Mister Leech, but we have to be going. Call again tomorrow. Leech: You're being quite rude, Mister Hill. You haven't even introduced me to your charming companions. Picard: That'll have to wait. Leech: But we have business! Urgent business. Leech: You're not going anywhere. Not until we have a little chat. Tasha: Bridge to holodeck. We're approaching the Jaradan sector. Riker: Any word from the Jaradans? Tasha: Not a thing, sir. Riker: They may be testing us. Seeing if we'll stick to the arrangements. Tasha: What do we do now, sir? Riker: We wait. Laforge: Well, everything checks out so far. Ensign Crusher believes the trouble may have been caused by the Jaradan probe. If so, it could be very difficult to locate. Leech: I am not a man to be toyed with, Mister Hill. You were hired to locate a certain object. I demand to know what you have done with it. Picard: Well, I suppose a few moments longer. I'm afraid I can't help you, Mister Leech. The game is over. Leech: I assure you, this is not a game. Whalen: Take it from me, Leech, you'll never find it. Now, give me the gun. Whalen: But, they're not real. Crusher: There's massive internal bleeding. We have to get him to Sickbay. Picard: How could this happen? Leech: It will happen again if you don't cooperate. Leech: You struck me! How dare you! You're going to be sorry! I promise you, Redblock isn't going to like this! Crusher: If we don't get him to sickbay, he will die! Picard: Exit! Computer, exit! Data, try the other exit in the hall. Data: Computer, identify exit. Data: There is a programming malfunction. The computer refuses to identify the exits. Crusher: I'm losing his pulse! Picard: Computer, this is the Captain! Computer, identify exit! Riker: Standard orbit, Mister Worf. Worf: Aye, sir. Standard orbit. Riker: Riker to Holodeck. Laforge: Nothing yet, Commander. Riker: We're running out of time. Riker: The Jarada will expect the Captain's greeting. Laforge: Well you may have to stall them. Crusher: It's no use. It's just not there. Picard: Suggestions, Mister Data? Data: I am at a loss, sir. We are in a holodeck-created building of 1941. The computer refuses to accept voice commands. The controls for the environment are, therefore, not accessible. Crusher: I could use some light. Redblock: Good day, Mister Hill. My name is Cyrus Redblock. I hope you don't mind us dropping in. Picard: I see I have no choice. Redblock: Life is an endless stream of choices. Unfortunately, you have chosen to make my life more difficult. I don't suppose you'd be foolish enough to hide it here. Picard: I don't suppose so. Redblock: Still, I'm sure you won't mind if we take a look around. Crusher: I wish you'd quit asking, since it's obvious you're going to do it anyway. It's just a waste of time. Redblock: Good manners, Madam, are never a waste of time. Civility, gentlemen, always civility. Get that stiff out of here. Crusher: He's not dead. Redblock: From his pallor, he soon will be. Thug: You want I should throw him in the garbage, boss? Redblock: The room next door will be good enough for now. Picard: Don't touch him. Redblock: Which one struck you? Leech: It was Hill. Redblock: For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction. A Newtonian truism which you have obviously neglected. Mcnary: Dix, you in there? Mcnary: I saw your light, figured you were working late. Guess I was right. Nice company you're keeping, Dix. You forget to take the trash out this morning? Redblock: I'm a tolerant man, but I do not tolerate disrespect. Data: Your devotion to etiquette is highly admirable, sir. However, your methods leave much to be desired. Redblock: What have we here? Leech: Looks like a ghost. Redblock: Yeah. Where do you suppose he's from? Leech: Where were you hatched, anyway? Data: I was created on a planet Picard: Data. Data: South America. Redblock: I've been all over this world and I've never seen anything like you. Picard: He's not from this world. None of us are. We are from a world, we're from a world of fabulous riches. A world where there are objects far greater than the one you seek. Leech: That's ridiculous! You're a private dick. We've met before and you never even mentioned any of this. Mcnary: He's right, Dix. That's pretty weak stuff. I wouldn't even buy that line of guff. Picard: I am not Dixon Hill. I just look like Dixon Hill. Data: He speaks the truth, sir. From your point of view, he is only a facsimile, a knock-off, a cheap imitation. Picard: Thank you, Mister Data. Data: Sorry sir, that did not come out quite the way I intended. Redblock: Very, very, good. What wonderful fiction. Quite entertaining. I admire your skill at trying to obfuscate our sense of reality. Data: It is you who are not real, sir. Picard: Data. Data: It is you who are imaginary characters derived from a work of fiction. Mcnary: Give it up, fellas. These guys are too smart to fall for that story. Data: I am afraid you are not real either, Lieutenant. Leech: I don't want to hear any more of this. You're making me crazy. Let me shoot them, Mister Redblock. Let me kill them, one by one. Redblock: What an interesting situation. Perhaps we should test this theory by killing one of them. Crusher: You've already done that. This man is dying. This whole thing is senseless. Redblock: Hardly. Senseless killing is immoral. But killing for a purpose can be quite often ingenious. Leech: Well said, Mister Redblock. What is our purpose? Redblock: We are on a quest for knowledge, Mister Leech. We want the item. Picard: We don't have it. Leech: Shall I kill him? Redblock: No, kill the woman. Picard: Redblock. I have the item. Redblock: At last. I knew it. God, man, you are a character you are. Waiting until the last moment, testing my resolve. All right, where is it? Picard: I'll explain. But first, tell Leech to back off. Redblock: Put the gun down, Mister Leech. Leech: But I so much want to kill her. Redblock: Maybe later. It won't harm us to listen to Mister Hill. Mcnary: Don't make any deals with that slime, Dix! Redblock: All right, let's begin. Make your thoughts fruitful and your words eloquent. Because I don't have to tell you your lovely lady friend's life depends upon it. Picard: There is a price. Redblock: By God, I knew you were a man of stripe. All right, what is it? Picard: Mister Whalen's life. You must help us to save him. Troi: We can't delay much longer. Riker: We're going to have to tell them something. Open hailing frequencies. Tasha: Frequencies open, sir. Riker: This is Commander Riker, aboard the Enterprise. We demand that you Cut that off! They're not going to be satisfied with anyone less than the Captain. Laforge: La Forge to Bridge. Riker: Riker here. Laforge: We think we have something, sir. I'll let Ensign Crusher explain. Wesley: The bi-converter interface has been affected Riker: Forget the explanation! Can you do it? Wesley: I don't know if I should. If this isn't done correctly, the program could abort and everyone inside could vanish. Riker: Do you need more time to study it? Wesley: Whether we do it now or later, the risk is the same. Riker: Do it. Picard: If we can find away of getting him to our Sickbay by fixing our computer Redblock: Computer? I don't know that word. Data: An electronic or mechanical apparatus capable of carrying out repetitious or complex mathematical operations at high speed. Computers are used to control, process, perform, or store Leech: Enough! Let me kill him. He's really beginning to irritate me. Crusher: Captain, the exit. Picard: That's it. The way into our world. Redblock: Remarkable. Is this a two-way passage? Can one enter your world and return to this one simply by stepping through? Picard: Oh, yes. Allow us to help Mister Whalen, and we will return with the item. Redblock: You really are a scamp, aren't you. Do you actually think I'd stay here Data: If you were going to go through yourself, sir, that is not possible. Redblock: One look at you, sir, is proof that anything is possible. Step back, Mister Hill. I'd shoot you myself, but I don't want to deprive my assistant of his greatest pleasure. After we've gone, kill them all. Make sure the bodies are never found. Mcnary: You're insane. You think you can kill a cop and get away with it? Redblock: Why not? I've done it before. Come on, Mister Leech. Au revoir et bonne chance, mon ami. Our destiny awaits. Redblock: Another world. A whole new world to plunder! Redblock: What is this? What are they doing? They can't do this to me! Don't they know who I am? I'm Cyrus Redblock! Cyrus Redblock! Data: With your permission, sir? Picard: Permission granted. Picard: Data, pick up Whalen. Take him to Sickbay. Data: And you, sir? Picard: I'll follow. You go now. Picard: I wish I could take you with me. Mcnary: Someone has to book this creep. Once a cop always a cop, I guess. Picard: I have to go. Mcnary: So this is the big goodbye. Tell me something, Dixon. When you've gone. will this world still exist? Will my wife and kids still be waiting for me at home? Picard: I honestly don't know. Good-bye my friend. Tasha: Captain! Riker: Are you ready, sir? Picard: As ready as I'll ever be, Number One. Open hailing frequencies. Tasha: Frequencies open. Picard: This is Jean-Luc Picard, Captain of the USS Enterprise. Aaaaard klaxon leeeeesss blag blan ar'nik ka'nik. Aaaaard krasulaaa. Rassss trassss trasulaaaah. Jaradan: You have honored us with your words of greeting. A new day dawns between us. Riker: So, did you have a nice vacation? Picard: It was a nice place to visit, Number One, but I wouldn't want to die there. Laforge: So, Data, how was it? Data: It was raining in the city by the bay. A hard rain. Hard enough to wash the slime Picard: Data! Data: Sorry, sir. Picard: Lieutenant, take us out of orbit. Laforge: Aye, sir. Picard: And, Mister La Forge Laforge: Sir? Picard: Step on it.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41242.4. Our last assignment has taken us into the remote Omicron Theta star system, home of our android crewmember Lieutenant Commander Data. Although we are due at our next assignment, I have decided to visit Data's home planet for a few hours in the hopes of unraveling some of the mystery of his beginnings. Laforge: Sir, we are now twenty minutes from Omicron Theta, mark! Riker: Stand by for subwarp. Head for standard orbit of Data's planet. I wonder why Data hasn't come up here. Picard: He said he wanted to be alone. Perhaps it's a bigger moment for him than we thought. Data: Aah, ahh, ahh Wesley: Data! Data: Choo! Wesley: What are you doing? Data: Sneezing. Wesley: Have you got a cold? Data: A cold what? Wesley: It's a disease my mom says people used to get. Data: Ah. But humans still sneeze for other reasons and I cannot seem to do it right. Wesley: How can you be practicing something like sneezing when we're arriving at your home planet for the first time? Aren't you interested in that? Data: More than interested. Fascinated. One might say agog. But I also find sneezing interesting. Wesley: Captain Picard wishes to see you on the Bridge. Tasha: Captain, confirming class M reading there. But the sensors aren't showing any life readings. Not even vegetation. Picard: Strange. The cruiser that found Data reported farmlands here. Riker: Do you want to take her into orbit, Data? Data: No, thank you, sir. Picard: Continue on into close parking orbit. Laforge: Aye, sir. Data: I could say home sweet home, sir, if I understood how the word sweet applies. Picard: It usually refers to the memories. Riker: It usually refers to one's own memories, Captain. Do the memories you were given include farms, Data? Data: Affirmative, sir. But the colony's principal interest was science. Tasha: Data, I can't understand how you can hold the memories of four hundred and eleven people. If that means every experience, every day of their life? Data: It does not, unfortunately. It means only the knowledge they had accumulated. Actually, I am quite deficient in some basic human information. Sneezing, for example. Picard: Sneezing? Laforge: Approaching close parking orbit, sir. Picard: Assemble your away party, Commander. This must be an exciting moment for you, Mister Data. I'm tempted to lead the away team myself, except that my First Officer would object. Riker: How would Starfleet judge me if I didn't? An entire Earth colony did disappear down there. Picard: You see? Laforge: Now in close parking orbit, sir. Picard: Mister Data, welcome home. First Officer's log, stardate 4124.5. We have found Data's home to be a completely dead world made out of lifeless vegetation. No insects, not even soil bacteria. What is it that could kill everything on an entire planet? Tasha: Recording signal locked onto the Enterprise, sir. Riker: This looks like anything but farmland. Laforge: Agreed, sir. The soil appears almost completely lifeless. Riker: This is the exact position listed in the Tripoli log. Do you recognize anything, Data? Data: The land contours are familiar, sir. Topographically, this is the correct area. Laforge: This once was rich farmland. I'd say something like twenty to thirty years ago. Data: I was discovered twenty six years ago. Laforge: Commander, I'd say that everything on this planet was either dead or dying at the time Data was found. Data: I was found twenty meters in that direction, sir. Tasha: Data, any idea at all why you were given the colonists' memories? Data: I have always felt that it was done hurriedly, but I know little more. Here, sir. This is where the cruiser's landing party found the signal device that had led them here. And they found me lying there, sir. Tasha: You were just lying out there in the open? No identity record, no instructions? Data: Only a layer of dust. Riker: What's the first thing you remember, Data? Data: Opening my eyes. Looking into the eyes of the Tripoli landing party. They believed that the signal device sensed their presence and activated me. Tasha: Then this very spot was your birthplace. Laforge: Commander, I think I've got this place figured out here. This was really very cleverly done to make this look like a natural hollow in the terrain here. There are signs of it being constructed in a hurry as if to hide something here. Data: Yes, that was it, Geordi. This wakens a memory remnant of how the colonists hoped to remain hidden, but their fear of being discovered led to their storing information in me. Laforge: Yeah, thought so. Tasha: No life readings in here either, sir. Riker: The colony laboratory. Extremely well equipped. Does this stir any memories, Data? Data: Only a vague impression of some of my functions being tested here. Riker: Posted by proud parents? Data: It depicts something that feels familiar, sir. And dangerous. But I have no idea what it represents. And that is all. Except for an impression of this being a Doctor Soong's work area. Riker: Who? You don't mean Doctor Noonien Soong? Data: He was called that here, but his memories indicate he traveled here under a different name. Laforge: Doctor Noonien Soong, my friend, happens to have been Earth's foremost robotics scientist. Tasha: Until he tried to make Asimov's dream of a positronic brain come true. Riker: A positronic brain. He promised so much. And then when he failed completely, Doctor Soong disappeared. Now we know he went somewhere else to try a second time. Data, Geordi, we'll get a close look at this lab. You and Lieutenant Worf reconnoiter where these corridors lead. Tasha: Aye, sir. Laforge: Data, it's you. Riker: An epidermal mold. Made to give your exterior the desired finish. Tasha: Lieutenant Yar to Commander Riker. Riker: Come in, Lieutenant. Tasha: Sir, this installlation is big enough to hold hundreds of people. But all that's here now is empty beds. Riker: Thank you, Lieutenant. Complete your record scans and report back here. Laforge: Commander Riker, looks like some sort of storage area. Riker: How many more Datas are there? Laforge: Looks like just these two. I mean, that and the real Data. Data: Commander, can this be another me? Or possibly my brother? Riker: I honestly don't know, Data. Data: He needs assembling. Riker: He? Data, we don't know that this can become alive. Data: It is very important for me to know that, sir. I never dreamed it was possible I might find some link with some form like my own. Riker: Understood. We'll take it back to the ship with us. Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 41242.45. Despite having only a few hours in which to explore Data's home planet we've discovered something which may explain Data's beginnings, if we can properly assemble and communicate with what we've found. Crusher: Signal from the Captain. They need you at the debriefing. Data: I've been most anxious to hear the Chief Engineer's opinion, Mister Argyle. Do you believe he can be made to function? Argyle: It appears to include all the components in your body. Not that we fully understand your construction either. Crusher: We have our top specialists working on its construction, Mister Data. Argyle: Just one thing. Without disassembling you, of course, if we should need more Crusher: If we should need to compare this with the way you're put together? Picard: Bringing it up here was the right thing to do, Number One. We were just saying, Data, that if your duplicate functions, it might answer a lot of questions. Riker: Does it appear to have all your parts? Data: Completely, sir. Laforge: Will we know how to turn it on? Picard: All right, all right. Legitimate questions about any of this need not be asked apologetically. You feel uncomfortable about aspects of your duplicate, Data. We feel uncomfortable too, and for no logical reason. If it feels awkward to be reminded that Data is a machine, just remember that we are merely a different variety of machine. In our case, electrochemical in nature. Let's begin to handle this as we would do anything else. Laforge: Agreed, Captain. Picard: Let's begin with you, Data. Data: Well, sir, a good starting point may be, why was I given human form? Laforge: Well, to make it easier for humans to relate to you. Had to be. But your designer may have had something else to prove as well. Picard: That human-shaped robots need not be clumsy or limited. You certainly operate as well as we do, Data Data: Better in some ways, sir. Riker: You might want to have a look at this, Captain. Could be a link to the disappearance of the colonists. It was displayed in the lab, no doubt by proud parents. It could be just a child's imagination, but several children did similar drawings. Crusher: Doctor Crusher to Captain. At this point, sir, we very much need Mister Data's help. Picard: He's on his way, Doctor. Data: Press your fingers there, Doctor. There. It operates almost as a switch. Crusher: And these small projections? Data: An android alarm clock. Is that amusing? They time how long I remain unconscious. Argyle: Are you certain about us using these heating devices, Data? Data: I will feel nothing at all. Argyle: Marvelous. It should all be a lot simpler once we can see how your circuitry's connected. Crusher: I won't mention it to anyone. You have my word. Data: If you had an off switch Doctor, would you not keep it secret? Crusher: I guess I would. Argyle: Notice the micro-circuitry here and here. And another fibroid-like connection here. Crusher: Let's close up. Argyle: It seemed to go well, thanks to a look inside Mister Data. But there have been no signs of consciousness, yet Riker: It certainly is a good match for Data, sir. Picard: Do you think so, really? I wonder which of them was made first? Lore: He was. But they found him imperfect and I was made to replace him. You may call me Lore. Picard: I'm also a bit troubled by it describing you as imperfect. Data: Human language gives me difficulty too, sir. Imperfect could mean I lack certain abilities he possesses. Picard: I wonder. But the point of this is, whether you and it have approximately the same capabilities. Data: We do, sir, and your referring to him as an it suggests that I, too, fit into the category of a thing. Picard: I see your point. My apologies. Data: Gladly accepted, sir. As for Lore's abilities, his use of syntax and grammar suggests he was given human memories similar to my own. Picard: And you have about equal physical strength and mental abilities? Data: I believe so, sir. Picard: Which requires I now ask you a very serious question. Since the two of you are closely related to each other. Data: The answer, sir, is that my loyalty is to you and Starfleet. Completely. Picard: Thank you, Commander. I was certain of that. Laforge: And helm control is here, with the ship's heading given in measurements we call degrees. Three hundred and sixty of them in a full circle this way. Lore: Then you say mark. Laforge: On the nose. Wesley: Which separates it from another full three hundred and sixty degree circle this way on a right angle to this one. Lore: So by ordering a heading so many degrees this way and so many this way, the ship can travel in any direction. All three dimensions. Riker: And the square of the hypotenuse of a right triangle Lore: Is equal to the sum of the square of the other two. Two something. Which I once heard, but never understood. Data: All of which you will learn more about when the Captain has approved your being on the Bridge. Lore: Have I committed an offense? Wesley: You will find that there are many rules on starships that must be learnt. Lore: You're very clever, Wesley. I now have duties to perform. Correct? Worf: Were you ever this anxious to please, Data? Data: Never. I judge Lore to be superior in that desire. Lore: Because I was designed to be so human, my brother, I enjoy pleasing humans. Laforge: My brother. That has a nice sound to it, Data. Data: You consider it important to please humans? Lore: It's not important? Data: There are many things of importance. Some more than others. Data: Do you realize that Commander Riker's hypotenuse question tricked you into showing your knowledge was greater than you were indicating? Lore: He didn't seem that clever. I'll be more careful. Data: You tend to underestimate humans, my brother. Praising young Wesley on the helm, for example Lore: A child! Data: He has a child's body, but we have found him to be much more. Lore: Thank you for that information, too. You do care about how I perform. I pledge to be worthy of your teaching, my brother. Try not to be jealous of my abilities. Lore: What information are you requesting? Data: Everything available on a Doctor Noonien Soong. Lore: Good old Often Wrong Soong. A joke, brother. Actually, he was a genius by human standards. Data: But he had destroyed his own reputation by making what seemed wild promises about his positronic brain design, almost all of which failed. Lore: Promises he later proved to be true. Which made you and me possible, brother. Our beloved father. Will I soon have a uniform like that, brother? Data: If you get one the way I did, Lore, it will mean four years at the Academy, another three as ensign, ten or twelve on varied space duty in the lieutenant grades. Lore: A system designed to compensate for limited human ability. And you, brother, are beginning to think as a human. You and I are completely different from them. Are you truly satisfied with the knowledge and memory of a few hundred human colonists? Suppose it could reflect thousands? Or millions? Or the knowledge of hundreds of millions of life forms of every kind? Data: How? Lore: We will discuss that in time. Data: And will we also discuss, Lore, which of us was constructed first? Lore: It would be foolish to underestimate you, brother. Yes, I lied when I said you were made first, but with good reason. Doctor Soong made me perfect in his first attempt. But he made me so completely human the colonists became envious of me. Data: You lived with the colonists? Lore: Until they petitioned Soong to make a more comfortable, less perfect android. In other words, you, brother. Haven't you noticed how easily I handle human speech? I use their contractions. For example, I say can't or isn't, and you say cannot or is not. I say tomato, you say tomahto. I say potato, you say potahto. A very old joke. But then you also have trouble with their humor. Am I right? Data: Quite true. I keep trying to be more human, and keep failing. Lore: Do you realize, brother, I can help you become more human? Data: And do you realize, Lore, that I am obligated to report all of this to our ship's Captain? Lore: I assumed as much when I began studying you. May I use this to learn more of this vessel and its customs? Data: Use it also to describe for the Captain the time you spent among the colonists. Including everything you know about what happened to them. Lore: I promise a report of great detail and accuracy. Data: Thank you, Lore. I now have duties to perform. Unless of course, you need something more. Lore: I have more than I dreamed possible, brother. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41242.5. Thanks to Lore's report, we now know what happened to the colonists. Beginning with a child's drawing, enhanced by Lore's description, our computer has constructed the image of a great crystalline entity which feeds on life, insatiably ravenous for the life force found in living forms, capable of stripping all life from an entire world. Tasha: But how did Data escape that thing? Or Lore? Riker: Lore had been disassembled. He explained it as jealousy from the colonists. And Data wasn't yet alive at that time. Picard: Which explains why Data could be left outside in no danger from that creature. Whatever happened to the colonists, he would be found by the first Starfleet crew that responded to the signal he transmitted. Tasha: By which Doctor Soong left proof behind that his experiment did work. Riker: Captain, how believable do you find that crystal thing? Picard: With so little of even our galaxy explored, I find it at least possible. Tasha: Data, are you expecting Lore to come up here? He left your quarters some time ago. Data: To go? Tasha: My turbo-sensors say he went to deck four. Worf? Worf: Where he examined some micro-miniature work tools, and some fine grind quadratanium ? Data: Which is used in our construction. That particular compound is no more suspicious, sir, than a human looking for an antiseptic or an ointment. Nevertheless, I should check it out. Crusher: You're watching everything he does, Data? Is that the act of a brother? Picard: It's the act of a Starfleet officer obeying his Captain, Doctor. Tasha: Captain? Speaking strictly as Security Chief, how much can you trust Data now? Picard: I trust him completely. But everyone should also realize that that was a necessary and legitimate security question. Tasha: Thank you, sir. Lore: Lesson number one in becoming more human. You must observe all human customs. Data: Champagne? Lore: An ancient ritual still practiced when they celebrate events of importance. My brother, I toast our discovery of each other. May it fill our lives with new meaning. Data: I have some doubts about the value of human customs in this. My brother! Lore: And let us toast also Doctor Soong, who gave me the full richness of human needs and ambitions. A perfect match for my mind, my body. Lore: And let us toast also the great Crystal Entity with whom I learned to communicate. Before Doctor Soong disassembled me, I earned its gratitude by revealing the way to the colonists. Can you image its gratitude when I give it the life on this vessel? Worf: This is strange, sir. I show Commander Data transmitting on a subspace channel. Riker: I know Data's been doing considerable research on Doctor Soong's background. Let's be sure. Wesley, would you look in on Commander Data? Diskreetly? Wesley: Yes sir! Lore: Crystal Entity. Upon arriving here you can identify me as the machine named Data. End of message. Come in, please. Lore: Glad you are here, Wesley. Lore suddenly attacked me and I had to turn him off. Wesley: Why did he do that, Data? Lore: He discovered we have been using sensors to follow what he does. I practiced his facial tic. Do I have it right? Wesley: I'd suggest you forget imitating him. If you'd said we've been using the sensors, instead of we have, I might have suspected you were Lore. Lore: Yes. I do use language more formally than Lore. Please inform the Captain I will come up to the Bridge and report on this. Wesley: Aye, sir. Crusher: Wes, tell me again how Data said he immobilized Lore. Wesley: He told me he just turned him off, Mom, er, Doctor. Crusher: Question, Mister Data. Did you or did you not swear me to secrecy about your off switch? Lore: A change of mind, Doctor. If I cannot trust the bridge crew, whom can I? Laforge: Captain, I'm picking up a bogey coming in on a five o'clock tangent. Tasha: It's transmitting no ID signal, Captain. Riker: Set main viewer on that tangent. Picard: Shields up. Go to Yellow Alert. Transmit friendly greetings, all languages, all frequencies. Riker: I can't believe anything's overtaking us this fast. Lore: Beautiful, isn't it? Riker: I recognize it, sir. It's the crystal image Lore described. Crusher: My God. Tasha: Still no ID being transmitted, sir. Also no answer to our inquiries. Picard: Did you get a direct look at it? Laforge: It's like a giant snow flake crystal, but much more complex. The entire electromagnetic spectrum seems to play about inside it, but I haven't the slightest idea what it is, sir. Picard: Thank you, Lieutenant. Data, is there anything else that Lore can tell us about it, it may be important. Can you control him enough to question him? Lore: I will have to examine him to know, sir. Wesley: Captain, recommend that you do not let him roam the ship freely. Picard: Ensign. Lore: Wesley is only showing himself to be alert and responsible. Something to encourage. Come, you can watch everything I do. Wesley: Not if I have a choice. Picard: That is enough, Ensign. When addressing a senior officer. Riker: I've guided his training, sir, I'm the one at fault. You will show the proper respect. I will accompany you down there to make certain of it. With your approval, of course, sir. Lore: Be careful of Lore. Good. He is still unconscious. Notice the same twitch, even though he is unconscious? Stay back. We may have problems if he senses someone else is near. Lore, I have a few questions to ask you. Lore: Lore, it is Data. He senses you. I cannot control him if you stay. Please! I will record everything he says. Riker: You will bring it to the Bridge, immediately. Lore: And you want to be as stupid as them, dear brother? Picard: Well, Number One? Riker: It was Lore, sir. Same facial twitches that we've seen all along. Lying unconscious on the floor exactly as Data had described. But then it suddenly became violent, apparently sensing that Wesley and I were present. Wesley: Or is it Lore pretending to be Data and faking it all? Picard: I asked for Commander Riker's report, Acting Ensign Crusher. And since it now seems clear that you are unable to function within the limits of that appointment Laforge: Captain! Tasha: Deflector shields holding, sir. Picard: Bring photon torpedoes to ready. Main phasers to ready. Go to Red Alert, please. Worf: Weapons now ready, sir. Lore: No, Captain, let me talk to it. Picard: You didn't say you could do that. Affirmative. Talk to it. Lore: Open hailing frequencies. Crystal form, I identify myself as Data, advising you to stop your attack. The humans here are powerful, capable of injuring or even destroying you. Laforge: Now I call that communicating. Lore: Suggest moving fast to confirm what I told it, sir. Permission to use the large transporter in cargo room three. There I can beam up some living pattern, perhaps a large tree. Riker: Which you'll beam over next to the entity Lore: That is correct, Riker. Our ship's phasers will then blast and disintegrate it, proving we are dangerous. Picard: Make it so. Lore: Sir? Picard: Do it. Wesley: Sir, I know this may finish me as an Acting Ensign, but Picard: Shut up, Wesley! Lieutenant, pick a good security team, let me know what he does. Tasha: Aye, sir. Crusher: Shut up, Wesley? Picard: Doctor. Wesley: And since I am finished here, sir, may I point out that Crusher: Shut up, Wesley! Wesley: That everything that I have said would have been listened to if it came from an adult officer. Request permission to return to my quarters, sir. Picard: Agreed. Doctor, go with him. Crusher: You're putting me off the Bridge? Picard: I'm asking that you keep an eye on your son during all of this, Doctor. Lore: Emergency close! Lore: Now, show me your warrior fierceness. Crusher: I'll look. But I shouldn't have let you talk me into this. Wesley: Mom, it's Data. He's been hurt. It's Data, Mom. I heard you know how to turn them on. Crusher: This is very serious. Wesley: So just tell me to shut up, Wesley, and I will. Crusher: You're being very unfair, Wes. Wesley: Data, the Crystal Thing is outside somewhere close to the ship, and Lore is loose on the inside. Crusher: How badly are you hurt, Data? Data: I will function sufficiently to stop Lore, Doctor Lore: Crystal entity form, it's your old friend. Lore: Very good. You've understand perfectly so far. Next, I'll signal that I'm about to transport something out, at which time the deflector shields will turn off for a moment, and if you move in at that time Data: How sad, dear brother. You make me wish I were an only child. Lore: Then why this marvelous gift? The troublesome little man-child. Are you prepared for the kind of death you've earned, little man? Crusher: If you take one step toward my son Lore: Ah, motherhood. Lore: Back off, or I'll turn your little man into a torch. I promise him exquisite pain unless you obey me too, brother. Crusher: Move away, Data. Please. Lore: Do you see now the advantages of being completely human? It includes kindness. I give you your life, Doctor. Go home. Quickly. And I may not injure your son at all. Data: I will stay with Wesley, Doctor. Lore: Go! Or he'll be shrieking by the count of five. One, two, three, four Lore: Thank you for my human quality, Doctor Soong. Wait! A small payment for your son's misdeeds. Data: Wes! The transporter. Data: Wesley, now! Wesley: Lore's gone, sir. Permanently. Picard: Doctor, now that Wesley's safe, go to Sickbay at once. Riker: Captain, the crystal thing has begun to move away. Picard: Data, are you all right? Data: Yes, sir. I'm fine. Picard: Get rid of that damned twitch and put on the correct uniform. Data: Yes, Captain. Picard: Ensign Crusher, are you able to return to duty? Wesley: Yes, sir. Picard: Then do so, and let the Bridge know that all is well down here. Wesley: Aye, sir. Riker: It's gone, sir. Without Lore, it had no way to reach us. Picard: And we're overdue for our computer refit. Number One, have you ever considered whether Data is more human, or less human than we want? Riker: I only wish we were all as well balanced, sir. Picard: Agreed!

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41636.9. As feared, our examination of the seven year overdue Federation freighter, Odin, disabled by an asteroid collision, revealed no survivors. However, three escape pods were missing, suggesting the possibility of survivors. Laforge: Ready to begin orbit of Angel One, Captain. Picard: Make it so, Mister La Forge. What kind of place is this, Data? Data: Angel One is a class M planet, sir, supporting carbon based flora and fauna, sparsely populated with intelligent life forms. It is similar in technological development to mid-twentieth century Earth. Laforge: Kind of like being marooned at home. Riker: Assuming any of the survivors made it this far. Admittedly, it 'is the closest planet to the Odin, but to travel distance we did in two days at warp one would have taken the Odin escape pod five months. Data: Five months, fourteen days, eleven hours, two minutes Riker: Thank you, Data. Data: And fifty seven seconds. Tasha: Captain, we're receiving an audio signal from Angel One. Picard: Starfleet are adamant that we maintain excellent diplomatic relations with this planet. Mister Data, is there any other pertinent information before we reply? Data: Angel One has evolved into a constitutional oligarchy. It is governed by a parliamentary body consisting of six elected Mistresses, and headed by a female they refer to as The Elected One. Troi: It sounds like my own planet. Worf: Klingons appreciate strong women. Picard: How current is this information, Mister Data? Data: A Federation vessel last visited this planet sixty two years ago, Captain. Picard: Counselor, as this is a female dominated society, you might wish to make the initial contact. Troi: Thank you, sir. Picard: Open hailing frequencies. Tasha: Hailing frequencies open, sir. Troi: This is Counselor Deanna Troi from the USS Enterprise. Beata: I am Beata, The Elected One. How may we assist you, Counselor? Troi: The Federation has neglected to visit to your planet for far too long. With your permission, we would like to correct that oversight. Beata: We feel in no way neglected, Counselor. A diplomatic courtesy call is neither expected nor required. Troi: We also come in search of possible survivors from one of our freighters. Beata: A brief visit will be tolerated. Tasha: They've broken off transmission. Laforge: Ever feel like you're not really wanted? Riker: Where're you fellows off to? Wesley: Our ski instructor has us scheduled for the Denubian Alps, sir. Riker: Save us some deep powder. Wesley: No problem, sir. The holodecks have all you'll ever need. Riker: The away team's ready, sir. Picard: Angel One's strategic importance in this quadrant may become vital. Starfleet's hope is that one day this world may become part of the Federation. Riker: We'll do our best to make a good impression, sir. Picard: Energize. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Our away team has beamed down to an unusual matriarchal society where the female is as aggressively dominant as the male gender was on Earth hundreds of years ago. Here, the female is the hunter, the soldier, larger and stronger than the male. An arrangement considered most sensible and natural. Beata: I am Beata, The Elected One of Angel One. Representatives of the Starfleet Enterprise, do you wish to petition? Troi: We do. We have reason to hope that survivors from a damaged Federation freighter may be marooned on your planet. We are seeking to learn if this is so. Beata: Even a planet as remote as Angel One has heard of Starfleet. Searching the galaxy for survivors seems a petty task for one of their mighty vessels. Riker: We don't consider even one survivor petty. Beata: Is this man implying that we put a lesser value on life than you do? Troi: Not at all. Our discovery of the freighter was unexpected. We have a duty to investigate. Beata: I see. And if you find any survivors, what then? Troi: We will take them with us and see that they were reunited with their families. Ariel: Are we to take these strangers at their word? Beata: Good question. Tasha: What reason could we possibly have to deceive you? Beata: Another good question. Riker: Are there survivors from the freighter Odin on your planet? Beata: I'm not prepared to answer, yet. See to their comforts. Riker: What's going on? Trent: You will remain here until summoned. Riker: Is thus area secure? Can we talk? Tasha: Yes. Tricorder doesn't show any listening devices or anything else of a threatening nature. Riker: Good. Troi? Troi: There was much fear in that room. Riker: Paranoia, I'd say. But of what? Troi: I cannot say. But their fear was not focused. I sensed that all were not concerned for the same reason. Undoubtedly there are survivors from the Odin on this planet. Riker: I agree. Otherwise, why would they be so circumspect? Tasha: As Mistress Beata is so fond of saying, good question. Data: What do we do if they deny the existence of survivors? Riker: Let's not look for problems. Picard: I want all departments prepared for a warp six trip into the Neutral Zone as soon as the away team completes its mission. Worf: Trouble, Captain? Picard: Insurance. Romulan battle cruisers have been detected near one of our border posts. Picard: They've requested assistance as soon as Argh! Picard: Report, Mister Crusher. Wesley: We finished our ski lesson, sir, and it kind of just happened. Picard: On the Enterprise, Mister Crusher, nothing just happens. What is that smell? Worf: Hmm, yes. Slightly reminiscent of night blooming throgni, Captain. From home. Quite stimulating, wouldn't you say? Picard: No. Wesley: I don't smell anything. I'm a little congested. The snow. Picard: Don't let this just happen again, Mister Crusher. Wesley: Yes, sir. Data: Interesting. An alcohol-based synthetic, artificially reproducing a floral scent. Troi: It's called perfume, Data. Data: The purpose of which is? Tasha: Certain cultures consider perfume an aphrodisiac. Data: I am unfamiliar with that term. Riker: An aphrodisiac is something used to stimulate or enhance sexual pleasure. Data: How does stimulation of the olfactory nerves affect the enjoyment of sex? Trent: The Elected One will see you now. Beata: You claim you intend to remove these survivors from our planet. Are you prepared to give us your solemn word on that? Troi: We are. Beata: You should know that the vote was not unanimous. Some of those among us are suspicious. Yet the majority feel that we have no choice but to trust you. Riker: We don't understand the source of your misgivings, Mistress, but we appreciate your faith in us. Beata: Make certain that faith is not misplaced. There are four survivors from the ship you call Odin. All male. Their leader is a man who calls himself Ramsey. Troi: If you'll deliver these men to us, we'll have them off your planet immediately. Beata: If they were mine to deliver, I would do it without hesitation. Unfortunately, their hiding place has long eluded us. Tasha: Hiding place? Why are they in hiding? Beata: Because they are fugitives on Angel One, and the quicker we get rid of them, the better. When these men came to us seven years ago, they accepted our hospitality quickly enough. But they gradually became restive, started making unreasonable demands, went against the natural order. Troi: Using the technology of the Enterprise, we might be able to find these men. Beata: I assumed as much. But be warned, Counselor, these men are dangerous. Crusher: Sickbay to Captain Picard. Picard: Picard here. Crusher: Wesley and one of his friends have contracted some form of respiratory ailment. Picard: A respiratory aliment? Is it contained? Crusher: I hope so. I've isolated the twelve students who were on the Quazulu Eight field trip. Picard: How contagious is it? Crusher: Still running tests. The key is to figure out how the virus is transmitted. So far I've been able to rule out Crusher: Person to person contact. Picard: Well, keep with it, Doctor. Starfleet has very important business for us as soon as the away team returns. I don't fancy the idea of my crew being infected. Riker: Data, what's the best way to go about finding Ramsey and the other survivors? Data: If we can isolate something unique to the Odin survivors, perhaps an element not otherwise found on Angel One, we can utilize the Enterprise scanners. Riker: Mister Data will need access to your library. Beata: Our library is far too sophisticated for a man to comprehend. Data: I am an android, Mistress, although anatomically I am a male. Beata: An amusing notion. Maybe you could teach our males a thing or two. Trent, see to the android's needs. Worf: Bridge to Captain Picard. Picard: Go ahead, Lieutenant. Worf: The away team requests that we scan the planet surface for traces of platinum. Picard: Have Mister La Forge break fixed orbit and initiate a search pattern. Worf: Aye, Captain. Geordi. Laforge: Search pattern initiated now. Troi: This was delivered for you. Riker: Good. It's for my meeting with Beata. Troi: You're not going to wear that. Riker: Of course. Part of this mission is diplomatic. I have requested an audience with a head of state, and I will honor her by wearing indigenous apparel. Tasha: I don't believe this. You're going to put that thing on and parade around like one of them? Riker: Why, what is this attitude? On Kabatris I had to wear furs to meet the leadership council. And on Armus Nine I wore feathers. This objection doesn't have anything to do with the fact that Beata is a woman, and an attractive one, does it? Picard: This is quite unnecessary, Doctor. I'm fine. Crusher: You're infected with the virus. Captain. In my opinion, you are no longer physically able to effectively command this vessel. Picard: That is ridiculous, Doctor. I have an away team down there, in less than friendly territory, and in addition I have an appointment with several Romulan battlecruisers. Crusher: You have an appointment in your cabin, Captain. With your bed. Picard: Is that an order, Doctor? Crusher: Yes. Worf: I think I may sneeze. Laforge: A Klingon sneeze? Worf: Only kind I know. Picard: Lieutenant La Forge, you have command until further notice. Please, make the proper ship's log entries. Laforge: Aye, sir. Worf: Scanners indicate a platinum trace. Should I notify the away team? Laforge: Make it so. Troi: Tasha. Riker: What do you think? Tasha: Well, I got to say, it's kind of sexy. Riker: Thank you, Lieutenant. Actually it feels quite comfortable. Beata: How handsome you look. Riker: Thank you, The Enterprise reports a possible location for Mister Ramsey and the other survivors. Beata: So soon? I'm impressed. Ariel: I suspicious. Riker: You don't believe me? Ariel: Not yet. I hear the words, but not the sincerity. Beata: You had your opportunity to object, Ariel. You were in the minority. Ariel: After seven years, the great ship Enterprise come to repatriate a small group of insignificant people. Riker: Mistress Ariel, I hear the words but not the sincerity. Ariel: You should listen more carefully. Excuse me, Mistress. I have matters to attend to elsewhere. Riker: With your permission, we'd like to begin our search immediately. Beata: By all means. But I'm sure that Counselor Troi and the others can do that without you. If I recall, you had a gesture of goodwill you wished to give to me? Riker: Certainly that can wait until we've recovered the survivors. Beata: Are you suggesting that the women in your party are incapable of accomplishing their task without the help of a man? Riker: Not at all. Lieutenant Yar and Counselor Troi are completely qualified. Beata: You're very generous with your praise. Inform them you will remain here with me. Riker: Riker to Lieutenant Yar. Tasha: This is Yar. Riker: In the interests of diplomatic relations, I'll remain here with Mistress Beata while you conduct our search. Tasha: Commander? Riker: You have your instructions. Beata: Relax. We have much to discuss. Tasha: Set phasers to stun. Troi: I wish they weren't necessary. Data: A justified precaution, Counselor. Mistress Beata observed that Mister Ramsey and his men are dangerous. Tasha: Lieutenant Yar to Enterprise. Laforge: Go ahead, Tasha. Tasha: Three to beam to the location of that platinum trace, Geordi. Laforge: Coordinates set. Tasha: Energize. Troi: Tasha! Ramsey: Welcome. I've been expecting you. Picard: Picard to Bridge. Laforge: La Forge here. Picard: Status report. Laforge: Eighty-two more reported cases of the virus, sir. Doctor Crusher's converted the holodeck into an isolation ward. Picard: And the away team? Laforge: Well, no recent contact, sir, but I have informed them of the medical situation up here and the growing Romulan threat to our Neutral Zone outpost. Picard: Keep me advised. You have the Bridge until Commander Riker returns. Worf: Engineering reports a computer malf I'm sorry, I'm getting sick. Laforge: I'm sure half the ship knows that by now. Report to Sickbay, Lieutenant. Crewman: Engineering to bridge. Laforge: La Forge here. Crewman: The computer won't accept the variant climate controls. Laforge: On my way. Worf: With all respect, Lieutenant, there are people to do that job now. Laforge: La Forge to Engineering. Lieutenant Wong knows the system. I'm sure she'll be able to resolve all problems. Worf, thanks for the advice. Ramsey: How did you find me? Data: Actually, it was quite simple. Angel One has no platinum. Enterprise scanners did the rest. Ramsey: Platinum, was it? My wings. I kept them for their sentimental value. Tasha: Where are the other survivors, Mister Ramsey? Ramsey: Oh, they're nearby. They're packing, as a matter of fact, since we can no longer remain here. Troi: Seven years on an alien planet, and I sense no anticipation, no excitement at being rescued. Ramsey: What is it that you think you're rescuing me from? My shipmates and I have all taken wives. A few even have children. You can't rescue a man from a place that he calls his home. Riker: Why were you so hesitant at first to tell us about the Odin survivors? Beata: Simply because Ramsey and his men are anarchists. I had to make sure you weren't here to fuel their struggle. I like the way your eyes pick up the color of your tunic. Riker: It's not our position to interfere in the domestic affairs of other societies. Beata: But you can interact. Riker: Of course. Otherwise, how can we learn? Beata: Is that why you're here with me tonight? To learn? Riker: Yes. Beata: About our society. Riker: Yes. Beata: Well, in our society, it is the men who are the fortunate ones, enjoying all life has to offer while we women devote ourselves to the obligation of making life work. Riker: In our society, we share the responsibilities and the pleasures equally. Which is why I am able to be here with you while the women of the away team go to find Ramsey. Beata: You'll have to remind me to thank them when they come back for giving us this time. Beata: You resist. Don't you find me attractive? Riker: Yes, I find you very attractive. Beata: You attract me like no man ever has. Riker: It's not my function to seduce or be seduced by the leader of another world. Beata: It's not the reason. Riker: No, it's not. But will you still respect me in the morning? Beata: I hope so. Riker: Thank you, Trent. Beata: You may go. Riker: Compliments of the USS Enterprise. It's called an Albeni meditation crystal. Beata: Very impressive. And now I must repay you in kind. Ramsey: Five months in a rescue pod no bigger than this room is an eternity I hope none of you will ever have to face. When we finally made it here, we thought we'd died and gone to heaven. You've seen the women of the planet. They're tall and strong and lovely. But after the newness wore off, we started to see how the men were treated. There's no votes. There's no opinions. There's no respect. Tasha: None of which is your concern any longer, Mister Ramsey. Call the others in, please. It's time to leave. Ramsey: Despite their problems, Lieutenant, we happen to like it here on Angel One. We're not going anywhere. Troi: But Mistress Beata Ramsey: Mistress Beata be damned! Her wish is not my command, and neither is yours. You can't force us to go. Data: Mister Ramsey is correct, Counselor. The Odin was not a starship, which means her crew is not bound by the Prime Directive. If he and the others wish to stay here, there is absolutely nothing we can do about it. Laforge: Bridge to Sickbay how are you Doing, Doctor? Crusher: We have more sick than we do beds. So far I've been forced to confine over three hundred to their private quarters. Laforge: We're going to be seriously undermanned if we're forced to engage the Romulans in battle. Crusher: The Romulans are your problem, Lieutenant. Trying to find an inoculants is mine. This virus mutates every twenty minutes. But so far we haven't had any fatalities, yet. Laforge: If this continues, there'll be no one left to run the ship. Crusher: If this continues, Lieutenant La Forge, no one will be healthy enough to care. Tasha: Yar to Enterprise. Laforge: Enterprise here. Go ahead. Tasha: Prepare to beam three to our previous location, Geordi. After re-grouping with Commander Riker, we'll return to the ship. Laforge: I suggest you make that on the double, Tasha. We have a real medical emergency brewing up here. Laforge: One third of the crew is down, and the latest information from the Neutral Zone outpost is that more Romulan vessels are converging on that area. Tasha: I'll inform the Commander. Yar out. One thing before we go. You said you were expecting us. Why? Ramsey: I can't answer that. Troi: We wish you well, Mister Ramsey. Tasha: Energize. Ramsey: They're gone. Beata: What a refreshing change to be with a man who knows what he wants. Riker: And doesn't have to be told by a woman? Beata: Exactly. I knew you were bright enough to understand. You see, women, by our very nature, want only what is best for their men. Riker: Men are not objects to be possessed, Mistress Beata. Beata: Of course they're not. It was merely a figure of speech. Beata: Enter. Beata: What is so important you find it necessary to intrude upon my privacy? Trent: They have returned, Mistress, but without Ramsey or the others. Beata: Your advanced technology has proven inadequate? Riker: What happened, Tasha? Troi: Mister Ramsey and the other survivors refuse to leave. Beata: You gave me your solemn word. Riker: I'm sorry, there's nothing else we can do. Beata: I'm sorry as well. Since you refuse to take them with you, I am left with no choice but to sentence them all to death. Picard: Come. Crusher: It looks horrible, tastes worse, and it's absolutely guaranteed to make you feel better. Crusher: I knew you'd like it. Are you wearing cologne? Like something I smelled earlier. Something Klingon. Picard: Lieutenant Worf and I detected the same scent when we bumped into your son at the Holodeck. Crusher: It's that smell. That's how the virus travels. An airborne particle whose sweet scent inspires deep inhalation. And once inside the body, it becomes that damned virus. I have work to do. Picard: You are excused, Doctor. Riker: What's the latest on the Enterprise's medical situation? Data: Doctor Crusher feels the virus will undoubtedly run unchecked through the entire ship. Attempts to develop an inoculants have so far ended in failure. Lieutenant La Forge still has Bridge command pending your return, sir. Riker: And what about the Romulans entering the Neutral Zone? Data: The border outpost reports a contingent of seven Romulan battlecruisers within sensor range. The USS Berlin has answered the distress call. However, should hostilities erupt, both the outpost and the starship will be out-gunned. It is felt that the Enterprise's presence in the area will be a vital show of force. Tasha: Some show of force. The Enterprise could fly on autopilot, but with that virus knocking down our crew, we're going to be in sorry shape if things turn ugly. Riker: I think it's time we to leave this place. Troi: It doesn't feel right to leave while Beata is determined to execute those people. Riker: She has to find them first. Ramsey and his bunch have been fugitives for years. I suspect he's pretty good at evading capture. Troi: Something's wrong. Beata: Before you go back to your ship, there's something I want you to see. Ramsey: We were no harm to anyone. Why did you tell them where to find us? Beata: You brought this upon yourself. You and the traitor. One does not need the technology of the Enterprise to follow Mistress Ariel sneaking out to warn her husband. Let her stand with him now. For tomorrow they will die together. Riker: You claim to be an advanced society, and yet you resort to executions in order to suppress those who don't share your views. Beata: I don't expect you to understand. Riker: Why? Because I'm only a man? Beata: You'll accomplish nothing with that attitude. Riker: Mistress Beata, if you had an alternative to the execution of Ramsey and his followers, would you take it? Beata: Is that not the way of an advanced society? Riker: Then let us meet with the men from Odin one last time. Let me try to convince them to leave with us. Beata: Will you also include those from this world who unwisely choose to follow Ramsey and his group? Riker: Yes. All of them. Troi: Mistress Beata is willing to give you a second chance. We're prepared to take your entire group with us. Ramsey: That's very kind of you, but we're not going. Tasha: Haven't you been paying attention, Ramsey? You're scheduled to be executed tomorrow. Ramsey: We don't want to die. We don't want to leave, either. Riker: There's no time to debate the issues. You're going with us whether you choose to go or not. Data: Excuse me, Commander, but removing any of these people against their will would be a violation of several Starfleet regulations, not the least of which would be the Prime Directive. Riker: I realize that, Mister Data. I'd rather face a court martial than live with the guilt of leaving these people to their deaths. Commander Riker to Enterprise. Crusher: This is the Enterprise. Crusher here. Tasha: It must be worse up there than we thought. Riker: Doctor, where is Lieutenant La Forge? Crusher: He's right here, but he's in bad shape. Riker: Notify the transporter room I have fourteen to beam up. Crusher: I can't allow it. Crusher: This virus is totally out of control here. Until I know exactly what I'm dealing with, I can't let anyone new be exposed. Riker: Doctor, these people are facing their deaths down here. Crusher: They might be facing the same thing up here. Until I have a better idea of what I'm dealing with, no one can beam up. I'm sorry, Will, but you must wait. Riker: Understood. Doctor, would this virus have any effect on Mister Data? Crusher: Not likely. Riker: You're going back there alone. I want you to get the Enterprise into the Neutral Zone before it's too late. Data: This is Data, standing by to beam up. Troi: What of them? Riker: I don't know, Deanna. Trent: Mistress Beata invites you to witness this morning's reaffirmation of Angel One's moral imperative. Tasha: Is that the civilized word for murder on this world? Riker: You send Mistress Beata our regrets. Trent: The Elected One will not look fondly upon Data: Enterprise to Commander Riker. Troi: They're still here! Riker: Riker here. Data, I gave you direct orders to get to Neutral Zone immediately. Explain the delay. Data: To be precise, Commander, you ordered me to reach the Neutral Zone before it is too late. Data: After relieving Lieutenant La Forge, I computed the length of time the border outpost Data: And the USS Berlin can safely withstand a Romulan attack, and deducted our time to destination at maximum warp speed. That leaves Doctor Crusher forty eight minutes to develop an inoculants to the virus. Tasha: Which means there's still time for us to do something. Riker: Forty-eight minutes. Data: Forty seven, sir. Riker: Perhaps, Data, perhaps. Thank you Riker: For following my orders so precisely, Data. Riker: On second thought, Trent, we would be honored to witness your moral imperative in action. Beata: We have determined that the heretical teachings of Ramsey and his followers are inconsistent with harmonious life on Angel One. Our patient efforts to silence revolutionary voices have failed. Therefore we are left with none but the most final alternative. Beata: As you can see, we are not without compassion. Your deaths will be swift and painless. Riker: Mistress Beata, before we see living examples of your compassion, may I speak? Beata: Is this a plea for leniency? Riker: Nothing of the sort. As the governing body of Angel One, you're entitled to execute your laws or your citizens as you see fit. Beata: Make your point, so we can proceed with this unpleasant business. Riker: When you spoke of the prisoners, you used the term revolutionary. Indeed, death has been known to stop revolutions. But I suspect it's not a revolution that Angel One is hoping to stop. It's evolution. Mister Ramsey and the Odin survivors did not initiate the waves of dissent that are rippling through your planet. Their presence here merely reinforced the change in attitudes between men and women that was already well under way. They became symbols around whom others who shared their views could gather. You may eliminate the symbols, but that does not mean death to the issues which those symbols represent. No power in the universe can hope to stop the force of evolution. Be warned. The execution of Mister Ramsey and his followers may elevate them to the status of martyrs. Martyrs cannot be silenced. Ariel: Beata! Beata: Stop. We will adjourn to consider your words. Ramsey: Thank you. Riker: I don't know if it was enough. Crusher: Sickbay to Bridge. Data: Go ahead, Doctor. Crusher: Bingo, Data. Data: Bingo? I fail to see the relevance, Doctor. Is that not a reference to an ancient Earth game? Crusher: It's also a reference to success, Data. I've got the inoculants. Data: Excellent, Doctor. We still have seventeen minutes left. I will inform the away team immediately. Enterprise to Riker. Data: We are ready to have you beamed up, Commander. Riker: Data, Ramsey and the prisoners are with us in the Great Hall. I want you to lock the transporter. Prepare to evacuate the entire group. Riker: But for now, stand by. Data: Understood, Commander. Beata: After careful consideration, this legislature has voted to stay the execution of the prisoners. Their children will be returned to them immediately. Do not rejoice prematurely. Ramsey and his followers are to be exiled to a distant and unpopulated region. Life will be difficult there with little time for revolutionary or evolutionary upheaval. As some have observed, we may be able to stop evolution, but perhaps we can reduce it to a slow crawl. For a man, you can be very clever, Commander Riker. Riker: Riker to Enterprise. Belay my previous order, Mister Data. There will now be only three to beam up. Energize. Crusher: Welcome home. Troi: It's good to be back. Riker: Are they recovering? Crusher: Slowly, but yes. Riker: And the Captain? Picard: The Captain is fine, thank you. Mister Data has been briefing me on the away team's comportment, Number One. Troi: We improvised, sir. Picard: I look forward to your reports. Riker: Don't we have a call to pay on the Romulans, Captain? Picard: Indeed we do. Mister Data, set course for the Neutral Zone. Warp six. Data: Co-ordinates set. Warp six on your mark, sir. Picard: Engage. Data: Sir? Riker: Engage.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41365.9. The Enterprise has been ordered to Starbase 74, in orbit around Tarsas Three. A routine maintenance check of all systems will be made, and certain upgrades completed, including the holodeck, with which we've had problems. I anticipate a glowing report. The ship has performed magnificently, beyond anyone's expectations. Laforge: Coming into position. Riker: Stand by to dock. Data: Ready to dock, sir. Riker: Engage mooring beams and lock off. Laforge: Aye sir. And docking complete. Picard: Thank you, Number One. Well done. And well done all. Computer: Starbase maintenance approaching airlock five. Quinteros: Commander Quinteros. Request permission to come aboard. Picard: Granted. Welcome. Quinteros: Captain. Picard: Commander Riker. (The group head down the corridor, including a pair of 'mirror image' small humanoids) Quinteros: Commander. You're late. We expected you a week ago. Riker: We were unexpectedly delayed at Omicron Pascal. Quinteros: Is there anything specific you wish to report, or that we should be aware of? Picard: No. We are very pleased with the operation of the Enterprise. Quinteros: I knew you would be - I was in charge of the team which put her together. Riker: And are these gentlemen the Bynars? Quinteros: They're not gentlemen, or ladies, Commander. They are a unified pair. They're always together. This is One Zero. And this is Zero One. They just finished upgrading the computers on the Wellington. Did a great job. Picard: Your reputation precedes you. I'm very pleased you're going to be improving our system. One Zero: It is a great pleasure Zero One: to work on such a large mobile computer. Picard: You have forty eight hours, because at forty eight plus six we have an appointment at Pelleus Five we must keep. Zero One: I thought we'd One Zero: have more time. Picard: I'm sorry. This mission can't be delayed. If you want to postpone the work? Zero One: Oh, no. This is One Zero: the best time Zero One: to do it. One Zero: We can complete Zero One: our work within the One Zero: time allotted. Quinteros: They work very quickly, but it'll be very tight. Picard: Commander Riker and I will stay on board, be available should you need us. Quinteros: Thank you, Captain. I don't think we'll need you until we're ready for inspection. Riker: The Bynars seem perfect for this. Even though this is the first time I've ever come in contact with them. Picard: As I understand it, over time they have become so interconnected with the master computer on their planet that their language, their thought patterns have become as close to binary as it's possible for organic beings. Riker: It'll be interesting to see how they improve a computer as advanced as ours. Picard: Bridge. Well, I have a little work to finish up, then I'm going to my cabin. I'm going to put my feet up, I'm going to turn on my personal relaxation light and I'm going to lose myself in the pages of some old novel. What about you, Number One? You've earned a rest. Riker: I've never been very good at organizing my time off. Something'll turn up. It always does. Picard: I'll be in my ready room. And Number One, good work. Riker: I thought there were only going to be two of you. One Zero: Because of the limited time allotted us Zero One: We need others Riker: Is there a problem? Zero One: No. One Zero: No. No problem. Riker: Then why are you acting so excited? Zero One: Because we have to One Zero: The stacking Zero One: To reconfigure the computer One Zero: To communicate with itself Zero One: More efficiently One Zero: And at higher speeds. Wesley: You act like you don't believe them. Riker: I'm not sure that I do. Maybe it's probably nothing. Wesley: Perhaps it's just how another species behaves. Riker: Maybe. I'm going to stroll the ship. You've got the Bridge. Keep your eye on them. Wesley: Yes, sir. Tasha: We've been challenged to a friendly game of Parrises Squares by some of the maintenance personnel. Want to join us on the starbase? Riker: You've already got all the players you need. Tasha: We can switch off. Riker: No, you know if you do that in Parrises Squares you lose the rhythm of the game. Tasha: I can't talk you into coming with us? Riker: No. But win, all right? The pride of the Enterprise goes with you. Worf: Rest assured, Commander, we will be victorious. At whatever the cost. Riker: Worf, it's just a game. A little friendly competition, You work up a sweat, you have a few laughs, and you make new friends. Worf: If winning is not important, then, Commander, why keep score? Tasha: I think he's pulling your leg. Believe it or not, Worf is developing a sense of humor. Riker: I hope so, for their sake. ) Riker: Computer. There's a power reduction in section L-Ninety Four. Explain. Computer: Unoccupied sections are being closed down in order to clear space in the main computer banks. It is necessary to facilitate the system upgrade. Full power can be restored if needed. Laforge: Well, what do you think? Riker: Tell me what it's supposed to be, then I'll give you my opinion. Data: It is an attempt at pure creativity. Laforge: What we're investigating is, can Data be creative? Data: And this is my attempt, with guidance from Geordi. Laforge: I suggested the zylo eggs. Riker: Is that what those are? Riker: Keep notes. This project might turn out to be of interest to scholars in the future. Laforge: Really? Riker: Well of course. Think about it. A blind man teaching an android how to paint? That's got to be worth a couple of pages in somebody's book. Riker: You look like you're packing to leave forever. Crusher: Oh, Commander Riker. No, I'm just gathering my notes. Professor Terence Epstein is at this starbase. Riker: Is that someone I should know of? Crusher: He's the leading mind in cybernetics. He lectured at my medical school. You know the disaster at Micromius? Crusher: Well, since then I've been working on an approach that combines cybernetics and regeneration. It sounds impossible, I know, but I have found an approach which will work. I mean, what an opportunity. To have a chance to talk with Doctor Epstein. Sorry, Will, I'd love to chat, but I have to go. Riker: How's it going? Zero Zero: We are almost done. One One: The deviation Zero Zero: caused by a previous One One: probe has been corrected Zero Zero: You may use the equipment One One: anytime you wish. Riker: How much has been changed? What exactly did you do? One One: Enhancement. Zero Zero: Nothing more. Zero Zero: Would you like to try One One: the enhancement? Riker: All right. What should I choose? Computer, I'd like some place to play some music. A little atmosphere. Computer: Specify. Riker: Jazz. Computer: Era? Riker: Circa 1958. Computer: Location. Riker: Kansas City. No, wait. New Orleans. Bourbon Street Bar, New Orleans. Around two a.m. Computer: Program complete. Enter when ready. Riker: Very good. Very good indeed. Now I'll need someone to play with. A trio. Piano, bass and drums, and a 'bone for me. Riker: Now an audience. Whoa. Too many. I was thinking of something a little more intimate. Riker: Great job, boys. But, computer, blondes and jazz seldom go together. Now that is truly exceptional. But more sultry. Riker: Gentlemen, if this is what you call enhancement, you've got a gift for understatement. Riker: What's your name? Tell me you love jazz. Minuet: My name is Minuet and I love all jazz except Dixieland. Riker: Why not Dixieland? Minuet: You can't dance to it. Riker: My girl. What's a knockout like you doing in a computer-generated gin joint like this? Minuet: Waiting for you. Riker: Waiting for me? You can't be serious. Minuet: Oh yes, Will. I've never been more serious in my life. Wesley: Can I ask you a question about the Bynars? Quinteros: Why not just ask them? Wesley: What is that high-speed sound you make? Zero One: That is our One Zero: primary language. Wesley: How can you process information at that speed? Zero One: We store the information One Zero: with these buffers. Zero One: We receive information One Zero: all the time Zero One: and save it One Zero: until we need it. Wesley: How did you happen to develop this ability? One Zero: It happened over Zero One: a long period of time. Wesley: To have a society so intermixed on computers has tremendous advantages. One Zero: And a few Zero One: disadvantages. Picard: Everything under control, Ensign Crusher? Wesley: Fine, Captain. I was just trying to find something about the Bynars. Picard: Where's Commander Riker? Wesley: He's in holodeck four. Shall I call him for you, sir? Picard: No, I'll go down there myself. Keep me apprised. Wesley: Yes, sir. Bass: Hey, man, the chick digs you. Riker: What makes you say that? Bass: Hey, look at her. Riker: Maybe it's my music. Piano: Yeah, well, about that. Don't give up your day job. Riker: Too real. Bass: You got that straight, Slim. Too real is too right. Riker: Thanks for letting me sit in. Piano: Ain't nothin' to it. Riker: I'm going to have to leave for a while to see to my duties. Minuet: Your work's very important to you. Riker: It is me. It's what I am. Minuet: Can we dance once before you leave? Riker: Sure, why not. How did you learn to dance so well? Minuet: From following you. I can anticipate your lead. So, tell me about your work. What is it about it that consumes and enthrallls you? Riker: Interesting choice of words. That's exactly what it does. Minuet: You're very fortunate. Riker: I know that. Minuet: To be exactly where you want to be. And it's great that you realize it. Riker: I'd be a fool not to realize how lucky I am to be on this ship serving with these people. It's like a dream come true. Just like this. Minuet: A dream? Is that what this is? Is that what I am? Riker: I know you are a computer-generated image, but your smell, your touch, the way you feel. Even the things you say and think seem so real. Minuet: Thank you. Riker: How far can this relationship go? I mean, how real are you? Minuet: As real as you need me to be. Picard: Astounding. Riker: Captain. Picard: Oh, I'm sorry, Number One. I didn't mean to interrupt. Riker: No, it's all right. Come on in. Picard: You picked a wonderful locale. This is something I might have chosen myself. Minuet: Aren't you going to introduce me? Riker: Captain Picard, this is Minuet. Minuet, Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Minuet: Enchantee. Comme c'est merveilleux de vous voir ici. Picard: Incroyable! Vous etes Parisienne? Minuet: Au fond, c'est vrai, nous sommes tous Parisiens. Picard: Oui, au fond, nous sommes tous Parisiens. The spirit of that city can always enchant my soul. Minuet: I have been hoping to meet you. Picard: Oh. Have I been the subject of conversation? Minuet: Indirectly. Come, join us, Jean-Luc. A glass of wine? Picard: Thank you. Minuet: Will was saying how much he enjoys this assignment. It's a credit to you. For a ship and crew to function well it always starts with the Captain. You set the tone. Picard: At the moment, it's you who are setting the tone. The sophistication of this programming is remarkable. Minuet: In what way? Picard: The holodeck has been able to give us woodlands and ski slopes, figures that fight and fictional characters with which we can interact, but you, you're very different. You adapt. You spoke to me in French. Minuet: It was very simple. When I heard your name, I merely accessed the foreign language bank. Picard: That's very impressive. Minuet: Oui, mon chou. Laforge: Now what are you doing? Data: I am awaiting inspiration. Wesley: Commander Data? Data: This is Commander Data. Go ahead, please. Wesley: I'm getting an indication of possible trouble in main Engineering, sir. Data: Can you be more specific? Wesley: I'm afraid not. I'm reading a problem with the magnetic containment field which contains the antimatter. Could you come up here? Laforge: We'll go to Engineering since that's where the trouble is. Wes, don't disturb the Captain or Commander Riker until we check this out. Wesley: Aye, sir. Laforge: Bridge, this is main Engineering. Wesley: This is the Bridge. Laforge: Are you running any test programs up there? Wesley: No. Laforge: Are the Bynars? Wesley: Not to my knowledge. Is there a problem? Laforge: I don't know. There's no one on duty here, and we're getting some very strange readings from the magnetic containment field. Data: The field is deteriorating. Contact the captain immediately. I am initiating Red Alert. Laforge: Data, I can't maintain the integrity of the containment field. Data: Engineering to Captain. If the antimatter is released, the ship will be destroyed. Laforge: Nothing I do has any effect. I'm losing it. Data, I've rechecked every circuit. This is not a misread by the computer. Data: Computer, situation analysis. Computer: Estimate release of antimatter in four minutes eighteen seconds. Seventeen seconds. Sixteen seconds. Data: Engineering to Bridge. Wesley: This is the bridge. Data: Alert starbase. Inform them we are abandoning the ship. Tell them why. Initiate automated sequence for departure. Set course and speed course and speed to put maximum distance between the Enterprise and any inhabited planets. Wesley: Shouldn't we wait for the Captain's approval? Data: There is no time. Data: Based on all information presently available, the decision is correct. This is Lieutenant Commander Data speaking for the Captain. Abandon ship. This is not a drill. All personnel. This is not a drill. I say again, abandon ship. All personnel, this is not a drill. Data: Abandon ship. Computer: Decks two through four to cargo transporters. Decks five through ten, proceed to transporters one, two, three and four. Decks six through sixteen, proceed to transporters five, six, seven, eight, nine and ten. Chief: Hold your positions please. Prepare to energize. And energize. Computer: Decks seventeen through twenty eight proceed to transporters eleven, twelve, thirteen and fourteen. Computer: Decks twenty nine through forty two, proceed to transporters fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen and twenty. This is not a drill. This is not a drill. Worf: What's going on? Quinteros: Please stand out of the way. Crusher: The Enterprise is being evacuated. Worf: Why? Crusher: Some problem in Engineering. Tasha: Get a Security team together. Worf: Aye, Lieutenant. Ship's log, supplemental. This is Lieutenant Commander Data. I have put the ship on automated departure and ordered the complete evacuation of the Enterprise. Everyone remaining is leaving on foot or beaming off. Data: Computer, where are the Captain and Commander Riker? Computer: All decks empty. Data: Curious. The Captain is usually the last to leave. Laforge: Let's go. We've only got forty one seconds. Laforge: I think we're the last. Data: I hope we are. Worf: Did you see the Captain and Commander Riker? Data: No. Are they not here on Starbase? Tasha: No, we thought Laforge: You mean they're still on the Enterprise? Worf: Yes. Sir, where is your transporter room? Data: We have to beam back and get them. Quinteros: You haven't time. Starbase: This is Starbase 74. The Enterprise magnetic field is regenerating. Laforge: Wait a minute. How is that possible? Starbase: Unknown. Tasha: That changes nothing. The Captain and Commander Riker must be in trouble, or they'd be here. Quinteros: Look. Your ship is almost clear. Minuet: And the boy never found out? Riker: Oh, yes, but not until later when he came back into the room with his little sister. Minuet: I'll bet both of them were all smiles. Riker: Yes, but by that time both of them had been found out. Minuet: You handled that in a very thoughtful way. You're very good with people. Don't you agree, Jean-Luc? Picard: She's so very different from the images we've experienced on the holodeck, isn't she? She's more intuitive. Riker: It's as though she's been plugged into my subconscious. She already knows what I want her to say before I'm aware of it myself. Picard: I suppose it's an understandable progression. Computers make decisions based on inputs and we humans give off a multitude of subtle signs that communicate our emotions. Riker: It's uncanny. I could develop feelings for Minuet, exactly as I would for any woman. Picard: Doesn't love always begin that way? With the illusion being more real than the woman? Minuet: Oh, Jean-Luc, spoken like a true Frenchman. Picard: Well, I think I'll be leaving. Minuet: Oh, don't go. Picard: Two's company. Minuet: We have time. There's no rush. I'd really like it if you would stay. Riker: Yes, Captain, stay. Picard: This is your diversion, Number One, not mine. Minuet: Wait! We haven't danced. Picard: I don't dance. Minuet: Then some more wine. Picard: No, thank you. Minuet: Wait! Please! Please, don't go. You can't. Not yet. Riker: Why? What's the matter? Why can't he leave? Picard: Exit! Picard: Captain to Bridge. Situation report. Riker: Riker to Bridge. Picard: Computer, explain Red Alert. Computer: Initiated as a programmed response. The magnetic field containing the antimatter had weakened. There was no fail-safe available. Picard: Why wasn't I notified? Computer: Unknown. Picard: Present condition? Computer: The magnetic field is now restored. Containment is restored. Propulsion is at maximum efficiency. Picard: Locate Lieutenant Commander Data. Computer: Not on board the Enterprise. Picard: Explain. Computer: All Enterprise personnel except the Captain and First Officer have been evacuated. Picard: Evacuated? Was the condition that critical? Computer: Yes. Riker: Are we still docked at the starbase? Computer: No. Picard: Position report. Computer: Co-ordinates four one five nine point two six by eight one nine two one by three one two. Heading two three three mark four five. Picard: Destination? Computer: Planet Bynaus in the Beta Magellan system. Riker: The Bynars. Picard: Am I to understand the Bynars have stolen the Enterprise? Computer: That information is not available. Picard: It's the Bynars, and you're part of this. Minuet: Yes. Riker: They made you the lure to keep me here. They programmed you while I was relaxing. Minuet: Yes. When they saw your interest in me, they thought I could distract you and keep you here. Picard: That explains, Riker. What about me? Minuet: Your being here was just a fortunate happenstance. Riker: Why do they want with me? Picard: What do they want with the Enterprise? What's their purpose? Minuet: I'm not programmed to give you that information. Picard: Come on, Number One. We've got to regain control of our ship. Laforge: Okay, so what do we do? Data: Which is the nearest Starfleet vessel? Quinteros: The Trieste. Data: I know the Trieste. Too small, too slow. Quinteros: Plus it's sixty six hours away. Data: Where are the Bynars? Quinteros: I haven't seen them. Data: They are obviously still aboard. Another Starfleet vessel must be sent to intercept the Enterprise at Bynaus. They might be taking the ship to their home planet. Quinteros: What makes you think so? Data: It is the best place for us to start. Picard: Picard. Access. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We now know who has commandeered the Enterprise. The Bynars. We can't communicate with the Bridge. Commander Riker and I will now try to regain control of our ship. Picard: This way. Riker: That's toward Engineering. Picard: That's our first stop. Verify containment and initiate auto-destruct. Riker: Initiate auto-destruct? Picard: Our ship has been commandeered by a force of unknown size and intent. We're here alone. We must assume the worst. Picard: If we don't regain control, then no one else must have it either. Now, this is the one decision involving the operation of this vessel which requires you and I to be in total agreement. Riker: It's the time allotted that concerns me. Picard: As to that, there's no option. Riker: I know. It's a five minute countdown. Picard: That's sufficient to get to the Bridge. Once there, either we'll get control of the ship and shut off the auto-destruct, or we won't. This vessel must not fall into hostile hands. Riker: Then let's set it and get going. Computer: Recognize Picard, Jean-Luc, Captain. Recognize Riker, William T, Commander. Picard: Set auto-destruct sequence. Computer: Does the First Officer concur? Riker: Yes. Set auto-destruct sequence. Now. Computer: Auto-destruct will detonate in four minutes and fifty-nine seconds. Picard: The only place we can stop this is on the Bridge. Let's go. Riker: What do you make of this, sir? Picard: An enormous amount of data is being received and stored in the main computer. Riker: Just stored. Why? Picard: It's another piece to of puzzle. Computer: Bridge access denied. Picard: They've locked it off. We must find another way to get in. Riker: One of us could beam into the Bridge. Picard: No, it takes several seconds to materialize. You wouldn't stand a chance. Riker: I could beam into the turbolift, force the doors, take them by surprise. Picard: No, we'll both beam in simultaneously in two different areas of the Bridge. With luck one of us will be a distraction. Riker: There must be only four minutes left. Laforge: Still no response from the Enterprise. Worf: They would answer if they could. Someone else has control of the ship. Data: Do you think I am responsible? Laforge: Responsible? How could you possibly have known? Data: My station is on the Bridge. Laforge: You can't be on the Bridge every second, Data. Data: You are wrong, Geordi. I can. I do not need rest or diversion. I should not have been painting. I was negligent. Tasha: It's a pointless discussion, Data. You could have been on the Bridge and it still might have happened. Commander Quinteros, you have three ships in here. We need one of them now. Quinteros: We're rushing repairs on the USS Melbourne, but it's still eighteen hours until she'll be ready. There's nothing else you can do. Picard: Set coordinates for main Bridge. Port forward for me and aft for you. Riker: You're on pad two. I've set a ten second delay. Picard: Set phasers on stun. Number One, good luck. Riker: Over here, Captain. Picard: Why did you steal my ship? One Zero: Please try to Zero One: help us. Picard: Cancel auto-destruct. Computer: Does the First Officer agree? Riker: Affirmative. Computer: Auto-destruct canceled. Riker: We're in orbit around Bynaus. How are they? Picard: They appear dead. Let's see if we can get some answers from Bynaus. Riker: Their main computer is off. All sensors reveal that all of the equipment on the planet is inert. They can neither receive nor send any messages. Picard: What about all the people in that world who are totally dependant on their computer? Are they still functioning? Riker: They're probably like these Bynars here. Dying. What is this all about? Why did they steal the ship and bring it here? What is their purpose? Picard: They went to an awful lot of trouble to clear computer space. Let's see what they've stored. Riker: Captain, it's enormous. Every byte of free space in the computer has been filled. They must have made a core-dump from their world to our computer. I can't get in. I wish they'd left a note. Picard: Maybe they did. Riker: Minuet. Picard: Maybe. Riker: Tell me what this is all about. Minuet: A star in the Bynar system went supernova and they miscalculated. The electromagnetic pulse from the explosion was going to knock out their main computer. Picard: So their only choice was to transfer all the stored information and shut down until after it passed. And then reactivate their system and transfer the information back to this main computer. Riker: The Enterprise has the only mobile computer large enough to handle all that information. Picard: So what went wrong? Why are they dying? Minuet: The star went supernova before it was expected, and you were late arriving at Starbase 74. Picard: Why didn't they say something? Why didn't they just ask for help? Minuet: I don't know. I don't have those answers. Picard: Is there anything we can do? Minuet: Yes. Return the data stored on the Enterprise's computer back to the one on Bynaus. Riker: How can we do that? Minuet: You don't know? Riker: Yes. If we had the file name. But we don't. Do you? Minuet: I don't know what you're talking about. Picard: They wouldn't intentionally hide it or make it difficult for us to find. It must be right in front of our faces. Riker: We should call Starbase 74, and see if anyone can decipher this. Minuet: They're dying. They meant you no harm. It was their world they were trying to save. Help them, Will. Hurry. Please. Picard: Starbase 74, this is the Enterprise. Do you read me? Quinteros: This is Starbase 74. Captain Picard, what is your situation? Picard: We'll go into that later. Right now I must speak to Lieutenant Commander Data. Data: I am here, sir. Picard: Data, the Bynars have stored an enormous amount of material in our computer. We need to access it. We can't. Data: The access would be available by code or password. Picard: Yes, I know that, Data, but what could it be? Data: File names can be anything, sir. Picard: They want us to find it. They would have kept it simple. Data: Then a name, or a place. It could be something personal. In this case, in binary language, which is ones and zeros in groups of eight or sixteen characters. Picard: Would they have kept it that simple? Try it. Picard out. Riker: That's the file. It'll work now. Picard: Now access the file. Start the transfer. Riker: So much for that idea. Picard: Let me get on the other position. The Bynars always work in pairs. Maybe that is also required. It appears to be successful. Their system's started up. A resident diagnostic program is running. Their system is absolutely incredible. Zero One: Our world One Zero: is reactivated. Zero One: Our people One Zero: express their gratitude. Zero Zero: We will return to One One: your starbase for whatever Zero Zero: punishment your system One One: requires of us. Picard: Why didn't you just ask for our help? Zero One: You might have One Zero: said no. Riker: But there was a very good chance we would have said yes. Zero Zero: Our need was too great One One: to risk rejection. Picard: So you stole it. Riker: Their reason is part of their binary thinking. For them there are only two choices. One or zero. Yes or no. Why did you lure me to the holodeck and hold me there. One Zero: Because we knew we might die. Zero One: And we needed someone One Zero: to restore our computer. Zero One: And you did. Picard: No one has been hurt. You have achieved your objective. You have your planet back in order. We have our ship. Well, it's been some time since I had the conn. But not to worry, Number One, you're in good hands. Starbase 74, warp two. Engage. Everything's under control. Computer: USS Enterprise has cleared the starbase perimeter. Crusher: Is everything all right? Picard: We're fine. Everything is in order. But now, I want a complete check, all systems, all divisions. Tasha: What about the Bynars? Picard: Turn them over to Quinteros. There will be a hearing. Zero One: We understood that One Zero: would happen. Tasha: Follow me, please. Riker: While these things are being checked, permission to leave the Bridge, sir. Picard: Permission granted. Riker: What is a knockout like you doing in a computer generated gin joint like this? Riker: You're not Minuet. Riker: She's gone. I tried variations of the program, others appeared, but not Minuet. Picard: Maybe it was all part of the Bynar's programming. But you know, Number One, some relationships just can't work. Riker: Yes, probably true. She'll be difficult to forget.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41463.9. While mapping the Pleiades Cluster, we've been asked by the Federation to visit a group terraforming Velara Three. Communications have been erratic and there is some concern about their welfare. Laforge: Entering standard orbit now. Picard: It takes very special people to live in such desolation. Troi: Visionaries who don't see this planet as it is, but as it will be. Riker: I've always wanted to see terraforming in operation. Picard: Lieutenant Yar, hailing frequencies. Tasha: Hailing frequencies open, sir. Picard: Velara Three base, this is Captain Picard of the starship Enterprise. Tasha: No malfunctioning equipment on either side, sir. They are receiving us. Picard: Velara Three base, this is the Enterprise. Come in please. Over. Laforge: Maybe no one's home. Data: We are sensing life-forms, sir. Picard: Velara Three base, do you copy? Mandl: Velara base to Enterprise. Yes, Captain, I'm Director Mandl. I'm sorry about the delay, but we weren't expecting visitors. Picard: Terraform Command has asked us to see how you were getting along. Mandl: We were a little behind, but we're back on schedule. I'd like to hope we'd be allowed to maintain that schedule. Troi: We alarm him for some reason. Picard: Your staff is all well, I presume, Director? Mandl: Understandably tired. We're working very hard, Captain. Picard: If there anything we can do to help? You and your staff are welcome aboard for a change of scene, rest. Riker: We have some holodecks which you might enjoy. Mandl: No disrespect, sir, but we cannot afford the time. Computer: Channel closed. Troi: His fear is escalating. Mandl: If you will excuse me, sir, I really must get back to work. Troi: I sense deliberate concealment, sir. Picard: Of what? Troi: I don't know, but it's intense. Picard: Director Mandl, we've heard of your remarkable achievements in terraforming. My crew would very much appreciate looking around. Mandl: This is not really the best time. We are at a very critical phase just now. Picard: We would require no special attention. Mandl: I'm trying not to be rude, sir, but this is really very inconvenient. Troi: He is concealing something. It's more than just being too busy. Your announcement about coming down has sent him almost to a point of panic. Picard: Well, whether he wants us or not. Director Mandl, unless you're absolutely refusing permission for us to land at your station, prepare to receive our away team. Mandl: As you wish. Picard: Counselor, perhaps you'd better go along as well. Troi: Aye, sir. Picard: Someone that tense could be very unpredictable. Stay on your toes, Number One. Luisa: Welcome to Velara Three. Please. I want you to remember it as it is now, because in a couple of decades you won't recognize it. Luisa Kim. Gardener of Edens. Riker: Commander William Riker, USS Enterprise. This is Counselor Troi, Lieutenant Yar, Lieutenant La Forge, Lieutenant Commander Data. Luisa: Arthur Malencon, hydraulics specialist, and Bjorn Benson, Chief Engineer. Benson: An android? Tasha: And third in command of the Enterprise. Bensen: Where were you manufactured? Are there others like you? Data: Both matters are subjects of protracted discussion. Bensen: Remarkable. Excuse me. Luisa: We don't get many visitors. It's exciting to have you here. Riker: We weren't sure how we would be received. Director Mandl was less than enthusiastic about our interest. Luisa: I should apologize for him. We are at a critical phase. Usually he's quite charming. Riker: We'll try to stay out of the way. We've never seen a terraforming station, and we appreciate the opportunity. Luisa: How much do you know about the process? Data: Theories, reports, but nothing first-hand. Luisa: Oh, wonderful. Let me show you what we do. Newcomers find this Troi: The other two are secretive, but she is as open as she appears. Luisa: What we're doing is so exciting, so inspiring. We take a lifeless planet and little by little transform it into an M class environment, capable of supporting life. Terraforming makes you feel a little god-like. The first phase involves selecting the planet. That's very important. It must have the right mass and gravity, the correct rate of rotation, and a balanced day and night. The planet must also be without life or the prospect of life developing naturally. The Federation determines if that's so. Then, we take over. This station is phase two. Phase Three involves water. Usually we create basins using hydraulic landscaping, but the water on this planet is subsurface, and extremely high in salt content. We are just about to begin pumping and filtering the water, removing the salt, oxygenating and replacing. Next, we introduce micro-organisms, and when the process is complete eventually, we'll have a lush, arable, biosphere. Riker: You make it sound poetic. Luisa: I think it's the best job in the universe. Data: The efficiency of your hydraulic landscaping is quite elegant. Malencon: It isn't yet, but it will be. Right now I'm disturbed by erratic power surges in several of the servo-mechanisms that control the hydraulic probes. Laforge: Could it be the increased conductivity caused by the high saline content? Malencon: That was my first thought, but I Bensen: Arthur. The factors do not support that conclusion. Mandl: I'm Director Mandl, and I'm sorry about having been so abrupt during our initial contact. Being isolated, one tends to forget the social graces. Are you seeing everything that you want? Troi: What you're doing here is miraculous. Mandl: What we are doing here is working a difficult and demanding timetable, and there will be no miracle unless Malencon here gets the hydraulic probes back on line. We are set to step up to full conversion immediately. Shouldn't you be in the hydraulic chamber, Arthur? Malencon: Now? Mandl: Yes. Malencon: All right, Kurt. Data: Geordi, this appears to be the master subsurface pump. Laforge: You're right. Very impressive. Data: This is interesting. The water table is a thin ribbon between the sandy surface layer and the rocks below. Laforge: And those two surfaces follow that contour so precisely, the water maintains a consistent depth between them. Data: Which would require extreme precision from the probe controls. Mandl: Here we have something which may be of interest to you. A vegetation graph. It is really the key center for successful terraforming. Riker: Incredible. It's planned month by month, decade by decade? Mandl: Every single thing is specific and exact. You see grand, romantic concepts. I see unyielding rock under an ocean of sand. Troi: Commander! Riker: What is it, Deanna? Troi: Malencon. He's in trouble! Malencon: Help! Help! Argh! Riker: Can you open it? Mandl: It's jammed. First Officer's log, stardate 41464.3. What began as a routine visit to a terraforming site has turned into something far more serious. Arthur Malencon, the hydraulics engineer, has been critically injured by a laser drill which appears to have malfunctioned. Picard: Situation report, Number One. Riker: For safety reasons, we're shutting off all power to the Hydraulics room before entering to recover the body. Then we'll beam him up to Sickbay, but from the look of his wounds, it's probably hopeless. Picard: Keep me informed. Laforge: Data ? Data: Go ahead, Geordi. Bensen: All set. Laforge: Data, we have your section completely powered down now. Bensen has just locked the master servomotor drive system. Tasha: I'm going in. Data: I will go with you. Tasha: Transporter Room, this is Lieutenant Yar. Two to beam up to Sickbay. Luisa: I want to go. We should be with him. Kurt, please come too. Riker: Transporter Room, this is Commander Riker. Beam up four at my co-ordinates. Data: Geordi, this is intriguing. I have seen malfunctions Data: But this is almost as if the laser drill seemed to operate itself with a will Data: Separate from it's control console. Bensen: I can't explain it. Data: The laser blasts seemed to end when the yelling stopped. Bensen: Maybe Arthur stopped it, only not in time. Data: Not possible. Laforge: Then what are you suggesting? Data: Uncertain. Geordi, please return power to the control console in this room. I wish to reactivate the program. Laforge: You got it. Data: I am running the base drilling program. Data: Geordi, servos off. Bensen: They are off. Laforge: Data, what's happening? Data: Too much to explain. Laforge: Can you open that? La Forge to Enterprise. We have a problem. Picard: Be specific. Laforge: Data's in the hydraulics room alone, and we're hearing laser blasts. Picard: Get him out of there! Bensen: It's not working again. Laforge: We've got to get this door open. Data! We can't get in! Data! Data! Data! Picard: Away team, now. What is happening? Picard: I'm going to beam him out of there. Data: Bridge, this is Lieutenant Commander Data. No need to beam me up, sir. The situation is under control. Laforge: Are you all right? Data: Yes. Laforge: What happened? Did you do anything which might have set it off? Data: No, but the firing program was dynamic. Laforge: The firing program? In what way? Data: It adjusted to my tactics. It tracked with me, anticipating. A fixed program could not have done that. Laforge: Are you suggesting that someone was controlling the aiming and firing sequence? Data: That is exactly how it appeared. There was a mind working against me. Bensen: What did you do to this laser drill? A year's work destroyed! Data: I had no choice. Data: We were attempting to trace the source of the malfunction when it attacked me. Mandl: How much more of this useless fantasy must I listen to? Picard: None at all, Mister Mandl. Until this is sorted out, I've provided temporary quarters for you and your staff. Perhaps you'd like to make use of them. Mandl: You're overstepping your authority, Picard. You have no right to interfere. Picard: Mister Mandl, an attack on one of my crew gives me the right. Mandl: I have a schedule to meet. Picard: Your schedule is on hold, until I have a satisfactory explanation of this. Director Mandl. Lieutenant Yar, would you escort the Director to his quarters. Tasha: Aye, sir. Picard: Go on with your report. Data: It would appear the laser's drilling system was reprogrammed, sir. As soon as its memory bank received power, it turned itself on and went after me. Fortunately, I was able to cope with it. Laforge: And not by much, from what I saw. Data: I believe it was programmed to destroy any person moving in that room, sir. Picard: Certainty? Or speculation? Data: Certainty. Laforge: That would have required the talents of a master programr. Data: But it was done. Picard: And so the question becomes not who, since it clearly was one of the three remaining terraformers. The question becomes why? What are they hiding? What could be so important that one or all of them, could be desperate enough to kill? Laforge: Shall I have them brought in, sir? Picard: Not yet. Picard: Malencon? Crusher: I couldn't save him. The injuries were too severe, the damage too extensive. Riker: The entire Velara Three facility has been powered down, Captain. Worf: We've just completed a remote power feed to the life support systems. Picard: Good. Data, I want you and Geordi to return for more careful inspection. Data: What are we to look for, sir? Picard: Evidence of tampering, negligence, sabotage, whatever. The answer's there, on the planet. Tasha, I want you to provide Counselor Troi and me with complete personnel records on our three guests. Psych profiles, training, everything. I'm looking for motive, intent, the psychological capacity to commit one murder and to attempt another. Tasha: Aye, sir. Picard: It seems we are becoming detectives, Number One. Laforge: Not much left of this drill. Data: Geordi, I need some visual assistance. Laforge: Whoa. What is it? Nothing but basic elements. Inorganic. No carbon. Sandy texture. Those flashes are almost musical. I see color variations and rhythms in complex harmonies. Data: Speculation. Could it be alive? Laforge: How could it be alive? It's inorganic. Data: Whatever it is, it could be what they are covering up, and the reason someone killed Malencon. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. On my order, Data's startling discovery of a possible life form has been beamed aboard so that its true nature might be uncovered. But unlike life on Earth and elsewhere, it appears to be completely inorganic. Crusher: A test for inorganic life. Data: It's never been done, Doctor. Crusher: There are basic definitions for organic life. Must have the ability to assimilate, respirate, reproduce, grow and develop, move, secrete and excrete. Picard: Would any of those apply here? Crusher: Perhaps growth and development. Data: Reproduction? Crusher: Yes. Those two may be basic for any definition of life, organic or inorganic. Picard: Well, Doctor, you're charging unknown seas. How do we proceed? Crusher: As we're dealing with a fundamental question, let's use the basic scientific method. Observe, theorize and attempt to prove it. Activate. Let's be sure of what we're dealing with. Is the sample organic? Computer: Negative carbon. Negative known life components. Substance inorganic. Data: Recheck analysis, please. Computer: Rechecking. Analysis verified. Not organic. Crusher: Magnify to screen. Factor five. Hold surface. Factor ten. Picard: What are we looking at? Wesley: It's really beautiful, whatever it is. Picard: What's that hum? Data: It started after Doctor Crusher ordered the scanner to magnify. Crusher: Computer, de-magnify. Resume normal scan. Picard: Everyone stand back. Crusher: Step back again) Crusher: It's us. Picard: Yes, we're causing it. Why? Data: Unknown. But it is definitely reacting to our presence. Perhaps it is picking up the electrical impulse of our systems. Wesley: The flashes haven't changed. Could the hum be connected to the flashing? Crusher: Computer, magnify. What is the magnification? Computer: Twenty five hundred diameters. Crusher: Analyze the pattern of the flashes. Computer: Not repetitive or sequential. Pattern not recognized. Crusher: What is the source of the flashes? Computer: Unable to specify. Theoretically not possible from this substance. Crusher: Disregard incongruity and theorize as to source. Computer: Life. Mandl: What do you mean a life form?! What life form?! A Federation recon expedition certified Velara Three lifeless. Picard: Understandable, given this particular life form's novel nature. Mandl: What is that nature? Picard: Doctor Crusher is still making her determination. Mister Mandl, you know the Prime Directive. Mandl: Are you saying that I knowingly defied it? Picard: That's what I have to find out. You're a man obsessed with what you do. Who knows what an obsessed man will do to keep going? Kill, perhaps? Mandl: I create life. I don't take it. Riker: You hit him pretty hard, Captain. Picard: What do you think, Counselor? Troi: It was useful. I felt two levels. He did know about the life form, but the idea of murder seemed to shock him. Whether it was the whole idea, or just being accused of it, I can't tell. Picard: What about his file, Lieutenant Yar? Could he have accomplished the reprogramming that Data says took place? Tasha: Mandl holds advanced degrees in computer science as well as artificial intelligence. It's possible. Picard: What about the others? Including the victim. Tasha: Only the victim had the required expertise. Malencon did work where the whatever it is was found. Trying to suppress that knowledge would be motive for murder, if Mandl were obsessed enough. Troi: Terraformers are often obsessive. It frequently goes with the career profile. Riker: How do you read the designer? Troi: She's possessed of highly abstracted reality. Lovely visions, little data. You might do better than I. Luisa: It's not locked. Riker: Mind a visitor? Luisa: Is it true? Did you really find a life form? Riker: The debate is still going on in some quarters, but I think so, yes. Luisa: What's it like? Riker: We have nothing we can compare it with. It's microscopic. It seems colonial, simple. But it's inorganic. Which is why the recon scouts missed it. It was not your mistake. Luisa: Everything I've worked so hard for is falling apart. Riker: Luisa, it's very beautiful. I could arrange for you to see it if you like. Luisa: Perhaps later. Crusher: Captain, this is Doctor Crusher. I think you'd better come to the Medical Lab. Picard: What is it? Crusher: Geordi observed movement. Laforge: Not movement exactly, but a definite shift in the energy pattern. Data: Without external influence. Picard: The hum has gone too. Why? Data: Unknown, sir. Perhaps it is scanning us. Picard: Scanning us? Why? What could it hope to learn? Data: Unknown at this time, sir. Laforge: It's changing. Picard: I don't see anything. Laforge: The infrared range is increasing. Computer: Warning. Input overload. Crusher: The hum is back. Data: It is projecting an energy field. Laforge: And it's intensifying! Computer: Magnification deactivated. Crusher: Two of them! Data: Only life can replicate itself, Doctor. Inorganic or not, it is alive. Crusher: Activate quarantine field. Quarantine field full. Full shield backup! Crusher: Evacuating lab. Computer: Translation request being patched. Picard: Translation? From whom? Crusher: Evacuate. Wesley: What's wrong on with the translator circuit? Picard: Bridge, this is the Captain. Request emergency power to initiate lab quarantine seal. Riker: Do it, Mister Worf. Worf: Aye, sir. Riker: What's the nature of the problem, Captain? We've lost visual. Picard: We have confirmed that Data's discovery is life. But more than that, it is intelligent life. Riker: How do you know, sir? Picard: It's trying to communicate with us. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. The inorganic life form from Velara Three has apparently taken over our Medical Lab. Worf: It generates enough energy to interfere with the surrounding systems. Picard: Mister La Forge, can we see into the lab yet? Laforge: Negative, Captain. Reducing the backup to the quarantine seal might help. Picard: Doctor? Crusher: I wouldn't. Picard: Continue quarantine. Laforge: Aye, sir. Tasha: Director Mandl and the others are in the Observation Lounge as you requested. Picard: Counselor, I shall need you. You have the Bridge, Number One. Picard: Director Mandl, I put it to you again. What do you know about these life forms? Mandl: Not a thing. Picard: Enough! Sit down, Lieutenant. You are deliberately evasive and it must stop. You have kept information from me since our first communication. An alien life form has taken possession of my Medical Lab. You knew of its existence. Mandl: Yes. Luisa: Is this true? You knew there was life on Velara Three? Mandl: I knew that there were random energy patterns, yes, I knew that. But not life. Not by any definition I have ever heard. Troi: But you tried to keep that knowledge from us. Mandl: No! They are meaningless silicon crystals, which rebroadcast sunlight. Picard: It is a life form and it has intelligence. Mandl: Why do you say that? Picard: It's trying to communicate with us. Mandl: Communicate with you? Picard: When did you first become aware of them? Bensen: Tell them about the pattern in the sand. Picard: Oh, yes. Do tell us. Bensen: When we first arrived, we noticed that in certain areas the sand had a sparkling effect, like sunlight bouncing off new fallen snow. Picard: What did you think it was? Bensen: Honestly, we did not give it any thought. Mandl: Picard, I must point out again that we were assured, not once but many times, by the best scientific minds in the Federation, that this planet has no life. No life! And we were not looking, and therefore we did not see. Picard: All right. At first you dismissed it. But then you began to understand that there was something that was different about them. Mandl: You can't know that. Picard: Your apprehension suggested it, when we first arrived. Tell me about these patterns. Bensen: At first we thought it was just a natural phenomenon unique to Velara Three. Mandl: Refraction and a thin atmosphere is interesting, but certainly not life. Luisa: Why was I never told about this? Mandl: Because it's not particularly important. Bensen: As the building of the terraforming station went forward, the patterns in the sand ceased being random and became very specific. Geometric shapes suddenly appearing, disappearing, changing location, changing size. Picard: Did you ever feel that these patterns were attempting to communicate? Mandl: No, never. Picard: Bensen? Bensen: I don't know. At the time, I didn't think so. But now, after hearing what you just said. Now, I don't know. Riker: Captain, we've regained magnification of the life form. It's divided again. Picard: Patch visual to Observation lounge. Mandl: There was no indication of any of this on Velara Three. Bensen: Absolutely none. Worf: I cannot understand the patterns. Laforge: Neither can I. Data: Please show me the spectral analysis magnification twelve K. Computer: Silicon. Germanium. Data: Transistor material. Computer: Gallium arsenide. Laforge: Emits light when charged. Computer: Cadmium selenide sulfide. Data: Emits charge when lit. Computer: Water, impurities, sodium salts. Worf: Conductor. But is it alive?! Computer: Probability positive. Worf: I wasn't asking you. Crewwoman: Engineering to Bridge. Riker: This is Commander Riker, go ahead. Crewwoman: The backup on the lab seal is fluctuating, sir. I think you should come down here. Riker: On my way. Data, you've got the Bridge. Inform the Captain. Riker: Status, Ensign? Crewwoman: The quarantine seal is getting weaker. Every time I try to redirect backup it goes somewhere else. I think I've. No, it's locked three people in a turbolift and two more in the programmers' rest room. Riker: If that reading is right, there is no seal. Give me lab interior image. Crewwoman: Yes, sir. Riker: Magnify. Riker: Picard, this is Riker. Picard: We see it too, Number One. Picard: Get that seal back up. Crewwoman: Sir, no matter what I do, the energy goes somewhere else. What if it hits the Sickbay, or nursery? Riker: Hold off. Impossible, Captain. Riker: We haven't got the power. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. The life form, which has significantly increased in size, is again attempting to communicate with us. Data: The Universal Translator is coming on line, sir. Voice: Ugly, ugly giants bags of mostly water Picard: Bags of mostly water? Data: An accurate description of humans, sir. You are over ninety per cent water surrounded by a flexible container. Crusher: Life force, do you understand us? Voice: We understand. We ask you that you be gone. We call. We talk. You not listen. Picard: We didn't hear you. We come in peace. Voice: Ugly bags of mostly water, we try at peace. You still do not listen. Bags who drill in sands of home have to die. Riker: It killed Malencon. Troi: We see and hear you now. We didn't know you were there. You are beautiful to us. All life is beautiful. Voice: Bag in dome did know. Caused much death. Made us kill. War is now with you. Data: The translator is now offline, sir. Picard: Can you hear us now? Mister La Forge? Laforge: Restabilizing, Captain. Data: Sir, that chaos when we were studying it in the lab must have been the energy surge of a reproductive cycle. It is now a colony of single cells which organize as a computer. And like any computer Picard: More is stronger. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We have regained visual contact with the lab, but our attempts to restore communication with this microbrain, as we have come to call it, has been unsuccessful. One thing that is certain, however. This life form has declared war on us. Riker: Their range of influence appears to be concentrated in the Medical Lab, Captain. Tasha: All non-essential personnel have been moved to the most distant areas of the ship, sir. Picard: Data, any analysis of those bolts of light it emits? Data: That seems to be it's method of reprogramming, Captain. Each bolt of light consists of negatively and positively charged ions. A series of program instructions, as it were. It seems to have a quicker rapport with our computers than we have. Worf: What do you expect? It is computer. Picard: Have we disabled the Medical Lab computer console? Riker: Aye, sir. As soon as Data determined the microbrain's method of operation. Laforge: Captain, picking up a decrease in infra-red intensity. Worf: Maybe the life-form has reached its energy level. Crusher: Or maybe that's not the end of it. With single-celled life forms, at least organic ones, cell division is preceded by a resting state. Riker: The calm before the storm? Picard: Medical Lab on main viewer. Let's use this calm. Data: It does seem dormant, Captain. Picard: Tasha, set coordinates to beam it back where it came from. Tasha: Coordinates set, sir. Picard: Energize. Laforge: Transporter power being redirected, sir. We are unable to affect it. Picard: Life form or not, intelligent or not , the safety of this ship and everyone aboard her is my primary responsibility. Data, evacuate all the air from the Medical Lab. I want a vacuum there. Data: Environmental systems fail to respond to command, Captain. It appears the microbrain has successfully interfaced with our computers. Mandl: Picard, if it did try to communicate with us, we didn't understand that. Picard: It has declared a state of war and we are on the defensive. We have no control over our Medical Lab nor our computer. At this moment it has the power to destroy this ship and everybody on it. I need your help. Mandl: Unbelievable. Picard: It said you killed some of them. I need to know how. Mandl: I don't know. Picard: What was Malencon doing when he was killed? Luisa: There is a very thin layer of highly saline water under the sandy top soil. He was siphoning that off. Crusher: Perhaps somehow that saline water sustained them. Data: It connected them. Luisa: I don't understand. Crusher: The microbrains may be like our own brain cells. Individually, a cell has life but not intelligence. Yet when interconnected, their combined intelligence is formidable. Data: The saline fluid is their circuitry, and to prevent its loss, they killed Malencon. Luisa: If we had continued to remove that water, we would have destroyed them all. Picard: Reason enough for anyone to go to war. Riker: Captain, it's happening again. I think you'd better get in here. Riker: If this keeps up, it will tear up the Enterprise. Picard: What can you determine, Mister La Forge? Data: Captain, our sensors indicate that the microbrain expends a tremendous amount of energy during its reproductive cycle. Yet there is no diskernible power drain on our own systems. Picard: Then what is feeding the damn thing? Laforge: We found traces of cadmium salts. Now, cadmium is a conduit for converting infra-red into electricity. Picard: Meaning? Data: Meaning the microbrains might be photoelectric. Picard: Kill the lights in the medical lab, Mister La Forge. Let's see if darkness will neutralize it. Laforge: Sorry, sir, it still has control of the computer. We can't do it by remote. Picard: Number One, light. Luisa: The life form must have evolved at that narrow layer where the light got through the sand to the water. Drop the water a centimeter below the light penetration level, and they starve. Riker: Killing lab lights now. Tasha: It's slowing down. Laforge: It's getting dimmer, too. Voice: More light please. Picard: Only if you will talk to us. Voice: We die. Bags of water kill us. You are like others. Picard: We have no wish to kill you. We never have. Voice: You do not say truth. Picard: We will end this war, if you will end the war. Voice: Darkness. Death. Terrible. Must go home to wet sand. War over. Picard: Agreed. We will send you home to your wet sand. Picard to Riker. Bring up the lights in the lab, just a bit. Are you better? Voice: Better. Picard: We mean you no harm. Do you believe me? Voice: Yes. Picard: Good. It is important that you trust us. Voice: Not yet. You are still too arrogant. Too primitive. Come back three centuries. Perhaps then we trust. Picard: We understand what you are saying. We will leave you. We will send you home. Riker: Riker to Transporter Chief. Pick up the coordinates of the bell jar in the Medical Lab for return to Velara Three. Chief: Coordinates entered, sir. Riker: Riker to Bridge. Captain, we're ready to beam it back to the planet. Data: I wish we were able to learn more about them, sir. Picard: In time, Mister Data. When we're better prepared. Mandl: I wanted to create a place where living things could thrive, and all the while I was about to destroy the life that is there. Troi: Our apologies. Picard: And respects. Lieutenant Yar. Tasha: Co-ordinates set, sir. Picard: Energize. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41464.8. I have declared an indefinite quarantine for Velara Three, and we are now returning to Starbase with the three surviving terraformers. Perhaps the lesson we have learned from this near tragedy will prevent it from happening elsewhere.

Picard: Commander Riker, report to the Bridge. Riker: On the way. Bernard: Harry! Harry, come back here! Riker: What's your hurry, Harry? Harry: Sorry, Commander. I was just Bernard: Harry! I'm sorry if he bothered you. Riker: No bother, Doctor Bernard. Harry: I'm not going back. I hate that teacher and I hate calculus. Bernard: Everyone needs an understanding of basic calculus, whether they like it or not. Harry: Why? Crusher: You're limping. Riker: Had a small run-in with an aspiring sprinter. Picard: Number One. Riker: Problem, Captain? Picard: No, more a curiosity. For the past few hours we've been tracking faint energy readings in an attempt to locate the source. It's like following a trail of bread crumbs. The pathfinder lead here and stopped, which is what I knew would interest you. Riker: What's our position, Geordi? Laforge: The Epsilon Mynos system, sir. Riker: Thank you, Captain, you're right. I wouldn't miss this for anything. Tasha: What's so interesting about this system? Riker: Aldea. Tasha, I'm surprised you haven't heard the stories about Aldea, the wondrous mythical world. Like Atlantis of ancient Earth or Neinman of Xerxes Seven. Advanced culture, centuries old. Self-contained, peaceful. Incredible technical sophistication providing the daily needs for all the citizens, so that they could turn themselves over to art and culture. Tasha: Where is it supposed to be? Riker: That's the myth. Somehow, as the legend goes, the Aldeans were able to cloak their planet in darkness and go unseen by marauders, and other hostile passers-by who might rob and plunder. Tasha: What a wonderful fairy tale. Data: Scanners still show nothing, sir. Troi: Scanners may show nothing, sir, but I'm sensing something very strong. Thousands of minds. Picard: From where? Troi: Very close. Picard: All stop, and hold this position. Laforge: Aye, sir. All stop, and hold. Picard: Anything? Worf: Captain, I'm recording a distortion in quadrant one, mark nine zero. Picard: On screen. Picard: Shields and deflectors up. Tasha: Aye, sir. Riker: It's Aldea, Captain. It has to be. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41509.1. Either by chance or intent, we've been led to the planet Aldea, which appeared out of nowhere, hidden behind a sophisticated shielding device. Data: Sensors indicate that the shield is electromagnetic, a complicated light refracting mechanism. Picard: A cloaking device? Data: Aye, sir. Laforge: It's got to be pretty sophisticated to hide an entire planet . Worf: We're being scanned, sir. Picard: We'll let them know our peaceful intention. Open hailing frequencies, Lieutenant Yar. Tasha: Frequencies open, sir. Rashella: I am Rashella. Welcome to Aldea. Picard: I am Jean-Luc Picard, Captain of the USS Enterprise. We come in peace. Rashella: We know. Picard: We've heard the stories about Aldea, but frankly I never believed they could be true. Rashella: Our shield has confused outsiders for millennia, Captain. Picard: That's a very long time to have such technology. Why do you reveal yourselves to us now? Rashella: We're eager to meet in person to discuss that, and other subjects of mutual interest. Picard: We're ready anytime. Rashella: Excellent! Radue: We mean no harm. Rashella: Our arrival seems to have startled you. Picard: It was a little sudden. Radue: I'm Radue, First Appointee to Aldea. Picard: Welcome aboard. Crusher: Captain, they haven't been through decontamination. Picard: Our medical doctor is concerned that you didn't go through the regular transporting procedure. Rashella: You couldn't transport us. The only way through our shield is our way, Captain. Our cloaking device may be off, but our shield is operating. We've brought you small tokens of welcome. Radue: And a personal invitation to a celebration on Aldea. Picard: That would be delightful. Number One, assemble the away team. Radue: We will prepare for your arrival, Commander Riker. Riker: How do you know Radue: Your name? We've been monitoring your ship's communications. We must return now to Aldea. Our eyes are very sensitive to bright light. Rashella. Picard: Amazing. To exist only in that dreamworld of mythology and then suddenly to be here, right in front of us. Riker: Now we know who placed the bread crumbs. We're not here by accident. Picard: Counselor, do you sense anything? Troi: They want something from us, something we value greatly. So much, that they're afraid we won't part with it. Radue: We are ready to receive you, Commander Riker, and two of your colleagues? Picard: Interesting choices. Radue: I hope Duana and I know how to greet you properly, Commander. Wesley: How do they cloak the planet? Data: The theory is simple. The shield bends light rays around the planet's contour, similar to the Romulan cloaking device. But the implementation is quite difficult. Worf: Captain! Picard: Data, what do you read? Data: Some sort of scanning device, sir. Picard: Don't touch him! Laforge: This beam is emanating from Aldea. Picard: Shields up. La Forge, contact Commander Riker. Worf, check all decks. Tasha: Shields inoperable, sir. Data: All decks being probed in a methodical pattern, sir. Picard: All decks? Everything? The entire ship? Data: Aye, sir. Laforge: I can't reach the Commander. We're being blocked. Picard: Wesley, are you all right? Wesley: It was scary at first, but I really didn't feel anything. Worf: Sir, similar incidents all decks, but only with the children. Radue: Yes, we are an ancient power, Commander, but we've suffered for it. Our history is littered with the deaths of those Aldeans who wanted more and more things. Nothing was ever enough. So we've evolved a very simple way of living. For whatever is taken, something is given in return. Riker: It seems an equitable code. Radue: It's brought us peace. Unfortunately, there are very few of us left to enjoy it. Troi: Why? Radue: That is part of what we wish to discuss. We need help from the Federation to rebuild our heritage. We need a younger generation, strong and healthy, following in the Aldean traditions. Riker: I don't understand. How can the Federation help influence your children in your traditions? Radue: Because we have no children, Commander. Rashella was the last child born on this planet. Crusher: And your medical community can do nothing? Rashella: They've tried, Doctor Crusher. And failed. Crusher: Perhaps we can help. Riker: Radue, exactly why were we invited here? Radue: We propose a trade. One which will solve our problem and give something back to the Federation. Riker: And the nature of this trade? Radue: We need some of your children. In payment, we will give you information that would take you centuries to acquire. Troi: That might be acceptable to some other races, but humans are unusually attached to their offspring. Crusher: Our children are not for sale at any price. Riker: We sympathize with your situation, but what you ask is not possible. Radue: And that's your final answer? Riker: That's my only answer. Now if there's some other way we can help you. Radue: I am sorry you are intransigent. Laforge: Still no response, sir. Crusher: Wesley! They've taken my son. Worf: Captain, Saucer Section reports six more children are gone. Riker: It's the children. That's why we've been brought here. That's what they wanted. Picard: And that's what they have. Status. Tasha: Aldean shield still up. Hailing frequencies open. No response. Picard: Keep trying. Counselor, you'll have to gather the parents. Troi: They'll need to speak to you as well, Captain. Radue: Captain, your children are with us. My word of honor, no harm will ever come to them. Picard: Harm has already come to them. Radue: Captain, let us begin discussions regarding appropriate compensation. Picard: Compensation? You have stolen our children away from their classrooms, away from their bedrooms and you talk about compensation? You claim to be a civilized world and yet you have just committed an act of utter barbarity! Radue: Captain, we will continue these discussions when you've calmed down. Katie: Wesley, I'm frightened. Wesley: I know you are, Katie. We all are. But we're going to be all right. Everyone knows where we are, and no one is going to hurt you. I promise. Radue: Greetings, Wesley Crusher. The Custodian indicated that you would be the leader. Wesley: The Custodian? Who is the Custodian? Radue: The Custodian is not a person. Rashella: You have been brought to Aldea as our guests. We'll provide anything you need or want. Wesley: We want to go home. Radue: Wesley, all of you have been chosen because you are special. Just ask for anything you want, and you shall have it. Toya: What's happened to Alexandra and the other children, Captain? How are you getting them back? Crusher: Toya, sit down. Don't give in to fear. Now, we all knew what the risks were when we signed on, and that's the choice we made. Now, Captain Picard will do everything possible to bring our children back. Picard: The Aldeans are anxious to discuss compensation. Bernard: Compensation? Picard: That will buy us time. I've asked Doctor Crusher to be involved in the negotiations as your representative. Bernard: Why were these specific children taken? Troi: We can't be sure. We do know the Aldeans can't have children of their own. Bernard: Then they won't let them go easily. Picard: I won't insult you by pretending that any of this will be easy. But I can tell you that the Enterprise will not leave them behind. You can be assured of that. Bernard: Can we talk with our children? Give them some reassurance. Let them know that we are here, and that they will be safe. Picard: I'll do my best to arrange that. Bernard: The last time I saw him, I yelled at him. Rashella: There you are! I have you now! Radue: Come in. Don't be alarmed. The other children have been assigned to their units. Wesley: Units? Radue: A unit is a group where those of similar talents and interests live together. Wesley: Do you mean like a family. Radue: Yes, you could call it that. Wesley: We already have families. Does Captain Picard know you're doing this? Radue: We are keeping nothing from him. Leda: We have been waiting for you so long, Harry. We are artists, just like you. We see within you the potential of what you can be. Harry: I'm not an artist. Accolan: You will be. And a great one. Leda: This way. Unit B, three seven five. Radue: Katie. Melian: I am honored. Katie: Thank you. Radue: Melian is the foremost musician on Aldea. Melian: Music speaks its own language. I know we'll have much to learn from each other. Don't worry, Katie, you'll be seeing Wesley soon. Wesley: What about me? Don't I get a say in this? Radue: Wesley, sometimes something happens which you just must accept. You and the other children are now members of this society. That will not change. It is up to you to make the transition as easy as possible for the others. It's your duty, because you are their leader. Help them to accept it because nothing you, or those on the starship can do will change it. Because like you, we also have no choice. Radue: Where have you been Rashella? Zena and Aran are waiting to take Alexandra. Rashella: No. Radue: No? I told you that she Rashella: No, Radue. They can't have her. I will never let her go. Picard: Any response from Aldea, Lieutenant? Tasha: Not yet, sir. Riker: Captain, Data has found something interesting. The Aldean shield gives evidence of random fluctuations, weakening its structure in isolated sections. Picard: You're saying there are holes in their defense system? Riker: In essence, yes. I find it surprising after all these eons that the Aldeans' have not perfected their technology. One would assume they would be aware of the weakness and repair it. Picard: Can we beam down an away team through one of those holes? Riker: It's a possibility. It would have to be perfectly timed, and there's no guarantee. Data: We may be more successful in deciphering the code they use to transport through the magnetic shield. Picard: Can you do that? Data: Eventually, sir. I am working on it now but the number of permutations is almost endless. Picard: Keep trying. While he's doing that, Number One, I want you and La Forge to try and find some way of getting through one of those holes, because one way or the other we have got to get an away team on the planet, locate the power source for the shield and neutralize it. Riker: You're certain they'll negotiate? Picard: Oh, they'll negotiate, or they'll call it that. They've taken what they want. Now they'll rationalize it by throwing us some sort of bone. Riker: And when we don't accept their offer? Picard: The minute they believe that we won't accept their compensation for the children, they'll break off the discussion, they'll disappear behind their shield, locking us out and the children in forever. That's why I've got to keep them talking. Duana: Custodian, Wesley Crusher's voice will be entered into the authorized file for Third Level clearance. Custodian: Proceed, Duana. Duana: Announce yourself to the Custodian. Wesley: Hello, Custodian. I am Wesley Crusher. Custodian: Hello, Wesley. Your voice will now activate Third Level clearance. Wesley: What does that mean? Custodian: You may ask any questions you wish. Wesley: Thank you. Duana, what does the Custodian do? Duana: It frees us from all burden. It takes care of all our needs. It regulates our lives. Wesley: Who built it? Duana: The Progenitors. Wesley: When? Duana: Oh, hundreds of centuries ago. Wesley: What is its power source? Duana: Wesley, why is that important? It does what we ask it. It always has. What difference does it make how it works? Wesley: If you don't know how it works, then how can you repair it? Duana: Why would we want to repair it? Wesley: From time to time, every computer, I mean Custodian, requires maintenance. Duana: Wesley, Radue is right. You ask questions I can't answer. Ask the Custodian instead. Wesley: Custodian, can you show me where Harry is? Custodian: Yes. Wesley: Custodian, show me Harry. Harry: I never did this before. It's fun. Wesley: You are going to make him into a sculptor? Duana: He already is. He was just never encouraged properly. The tool Leda is giving him will allow him to bring out his visions. Wesley: It will take him years to learn to do that. Duana: Oh, no. It will happen quite quickly. Wesley: Custodian, show me Alexandra. Wesley: Custodian, show me Mason. Duana: Stop, Custodian. We must work now. There is much to learn. Wesley: What's in there? The power source? Duana: I don't know. It's forbidden. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We remain in orbit around Aldea. It's becoming all too evident that talk will not effect the return of our children. We must neutralize the Aldean shield. Until then, we are helpless. Tasha: Sir, Radue is hailing us. Radue: Captain Picard? Picard: Doctor Crusher and I are ready, Radue. Radue: Are you ill, Captain? Picard: No. Doctor Crusher is a Staff Officer, Radue. Starfleet Regulation six point five seven requires that at least two Staff Officers are present during any treaty or contract negotiations. Radue: Very well. Riker: Not much on pleasantries, is he? Data: I am not aware of Regulation six point five seven. Picard: No, Data. Neither am I. Data: I see, sir. Oh, I see, sir. Picard: Doctor Crusher, please report to the Bridge. Now, we'll see what they have in mind. Picard: Before we begin, we want to see the children. Radue: No. We're here to negotiate appropriate compensation, not to pander to emotions. Please sit. Picard: We do not condone your actions. You're attempting to salve your conscience by offering goods in exchange for our children. Radue: Why do you want them back so badly? You can always have more. Picard: You are trifling with the primal instincts of our species. I must warn you that human parents are quite willing to die for their children. Radue: Returning the children is non-negotiable. Rashella: I promise you, they'll have a beautiful life with us. And they'll be father and mother to a new breed born of an ancient culture. Crusher: But how can you be so sure that they can have children? You can't. Radue: But they will. Our inability to bear children is a genetic dysfunction. It's not contagious. Picard: We sympathize with your situation. Surely there is a solution which can be mutually satisfactory? Radue: For us, the problem is solved. And we're offering you information on areas of the galaxy you do not even know exist. What more can we offer? What more would you like? Picard: A significant beginning. But first, I must ask that Doctor Crusher be allowed to see her son before we continue. Radue: You are a stubborn people. Ah, well, that too can be a positive trait. You may see him. Wesley: Mom! Crusher: Wes. Wesley: I knew Captain Picard would get us home. Crusher: Not yet, Wes. Wesley: Oh. Crusher: Are you okay? And the others? Wesley: Okay, really okay. We've been assigned to our units, like families. They're treating us like gods. Crusher: Don't let it go to your head. Wesley: I won't. Crusher: Wes seems fine. He says the other children are too. Rashella: Of course they're well. Radue: Captain Picard, you have our offer. It is final. Rashella. Radue: Captain, we want you to understand the nature of your choice. A small demonstration of our power. Picard: What was that? Data: I believe it was a repulsor beam. Picard: Position report. Laforge: This is unbelievable, sir. According to my calculations, we're three days from Aldea. At warp nine. Riker: And they call that a small demonstration? Picard: Geordi, get us back to Aldea. Warp nine. Laforge: Aye, sir. Radue: Captain, if you don't accept our terms, the Enterprise will be pushed so far away that by the time you return, your children will be grandparents. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41512.4. We are twenty hours away from Aldea, and no closer to a solution. Their deliberate show of force pushed us out of orbit and could have easily disintegrated the ship. Melian: Now, hold it a little bit more firmly. That's it. Perfect. Now think. No, think's not right. Feel the notes inside your head. Katie: I'm sorry. Did I break it? Melian: No, it's all right. You can't break this. Katie: It did exactly what I thought. I mean, felt. Melian: Yes, it's a direct expression of the music within. Now we just have to teach you to structure that feeling. Try it again. Melian: That was beautiful. Now, play something happier. Katie: That's not the way I feel. I don't want to do this any more. Accolan: You see, Harry, I told you you were going to be an artist. Harry: Are you sure? Did I really do this? Accolan: Oh, yes. Your talent has always been there. The sculpting tool is just helping you develop it. It's what you were meant to do. Harry: You mean I don't have to take calculus anymore? Accolan: You don't have to do anything you don't want to do. What's calculus? Harry: Nothing important. Can I do some more? Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. It has been three days since the Aldeans pushed us away. We have had no contact with Radue since then. Picard: Open hailing frequencies, Lieutenant Yar. Tasha: Frequencies open, sir. Picard: Radue, this is Picard. Radue: Welcome back, Captain. What have you decided? Picard: That there is room for discussion, Radue. Radue: We will bring you down when we are ready. Picard: Data, find a way to defeat that shield. Data: That may be impossible, sir. Picard: Things are only impossible until they're not. Data: Yes, sir. Crusher: Captain. Here's what I've learned so far. Duana is dying. I have no reason to believe the rest of the Aldeans are any healthier. They're suffering from some kind of chromosomal damage. It could be genetic or environmental. Picard: And is that why they can't conceive? Crusher: Yes. It also explains their lack of appetite, extreme pallor and sensitivity to light. Picard: An entire civilization that's terminally ill. Is it reversible? Crusher: I won't know until I find the cause. And you don't need to tell me time is running out. Picard: Good work, Doctor. Accolan: Have the lesions gone? Leda: Yes. The medicine worked again. Accolan: Good. Come see what Harry's doing. Beautiful! Harry: Yeah, it really turned out well. Accolan: It is so alive and graceful. What do you call it? Harry: It's a dolphin. Leda: Dolphin? Harry: You know, it swims in the ocean. Like a fish, only it's not a fish. Leda: Ah. A fish. We used to have them in our oceans. I've never seen one before. Harry: I used to live near the ocean on Zadar Four. My dad's an oceanographer. He says that. Never mind. It doesn't matter. Alexandra: I want Mommy. I want Mommy. Duana: You haven't eaten. Wesley: You didn't eat anything. Radue: We need very little. Duana: I know you miss your family. But you will grow accustomed to us. I promise you'll be happy. Wesley: We were happy before we came. Duana: We are offering more, especially for you. Wesley: Duana, I feel badly for you that you have no children, but I have to tell you that we don't want to be here and we will not cooperate. Crusher: No. That doesn't fit the pattern. Give me a list of the appropriate medical literature from the twenty-second century. There's not enough time! Picard: Is there anything I can do? Crusher: You just did, Jean-Luc. Now I have to get back to work. Wesley: Custodian's room. Wesley: Custodian, this is Wesley Crusher. Custodian: Proceed, Wesley. Wesley: Show me where the Enterprise children are in relation to this room. Thank you. Goodnight. Custodian: Good night, Wesley. Wesley: I think I know a way to get us home. I need your help. Chief Medical Officer's log, stardate 41512.9. I've begun to suspect that whatever is killing the Aldeans is related to a danger faced by Earth in the twenty first century. Can it be that Aldea's ozone layer has been weakened? Katie: Why will not talking or eating make them send us home? Wesley: It's called passive resistance. We don't do what they want us to do and then they won't want us. Katie: Will they get mad at us? Wesley: They won't hurt us. Harry: But, Wes, I do kind of like them. Wesley: So do I, but I don't want to stay here forever. Do you? Harry: No, but I like working with the wood. Wesley: Harry, we all have to be in this together or it's not going to work. Harry: Okay. I'll do it. Rashella: What are you all doing here together? Rashella: What is going on here? Crusher: I've got it, Captain. The Aldeans are suffering from a form of radiation poisoning. Picard: Is that what made the Aldeans sterile? Crusher: Yes. Picard: Is it reversible? Crusher: With the proper treatment, yes. Data: Captain. Crusher: Sir. Data: These permutations are going to take a very long time. Picard: How long? Data: Weeks. Riker: There is the option. Laforge: We were able to further define the weakness in their shield. Now, it's not a hole as much as it is a fluctuation. Riker: If the timing is precise, it's possible to beam through and onto the planet. Picard: Why don't we just beam the children up through the hole? Riker: The timing would be more difficult, and the risk greater. Picard: All right. You and Data beam down. Locate the power source of that shield. Knock it out. I'll delay the Aldeans until you're ready. Leda: Will you at least eat? Wesley: No, Alexandra. Alexandra: Why? Wesley: We can't eat. I know you're hungry. We all are. But it's our way of telling them that we want to go home. Understand? Alexandra: Yes. Riker: We're ready, Lieutenant Worf. Radue: Captain, you may come down now to conclude our discussions, or your ship may leave. It's your choice. Picard: Doctor Crusher and I are prepared to conclude our negotiations. Worf: Transporter room, now! Data: This is it, Commander. It is programmed to accept only authorized voice command. Riker: There's no way we can override. Data: No, but I can scramble the input so that nobody else can. Radue: Before we begin, Captain, you must speak with the children. It seems they are on some sort of strike. I don't understand it. You must deal with this, Captain. I'm not very good with children. Picard: Strike? I'll see what I can do. Wesley: I'm sure if we just stick together, guys, we'll all be Katie: Hi, Captain Picard. Harry: Hi, Captain. Wesley: Sir, I knew you'd come. Picard: It's not over yet, Wesley. Wesley: I think I figured out their computer controls, sir, but I'm not sure. It's a much different system than ours. Picard: Good, Wesley. Now Harry: Captain. Picard: Yes, Harry. Harry: If something happens and you have to leave us here, will you tell my Dad that I'm sorry that I made him angry, and that I miss him. Picard: You will tell him that, Harry, and I will tell him how much I admire his son. Hello, Alexandra. Alexandra: Hi. Radue: What is this? Picard: They want to go home. Radue: No. They're staying. Picard: Number One. Riker: We're in position. Picard: Hold for orders. Crusher: The radiation levels on Aldea have been building up over a long period of time. It is similar to what was experienced on Earth in the twenty-first century. When the ozone layer had deteriorated and the surface of the planet was flooded with ultraviolet radiation. Picard: The shield that protected your world in one way is weakening it in another. It is the radiation of your own sun that is destroying you. Radue: You're trying to confuse the issue. Crusher: Please, listen. You're all suffering from radiation poisoning. Sterility is only the latest symptom. If the children remain, they will be affected as well. Radue: It's impossible. Our scientists would have known. Crusher: How could they? Your scientists have forgotten how everything works. Radue: No. All lies. Rashella: No. Wait. Don't send them back yet. What if they're right? Instead of the children being our hope, what if we're just condemning them to our fate? Radue: Rashella, they're just protecting their own interests. Rashella: As are we. But hear them out. The Captain and Doctor Crusher are saying that the very thing which has given us this wonderful world is what has caused this tragedy. Picard: That's it, exactly. Your Custodian has controlled you so completely you've lost even the desire to even question it. Radue: Lies, and the discussion is over. Picard: Commander Riker. Riker: Here, sir. Picard: I assume you have control of the computer. Riker: We've disabled the system temporarily. Riker: We found the power source to the shield and we've neutralized it. Picard: Good. Enterprise, this is Picard. Beam the children up. Harry: Wait. Picard: Enterprise, hold. Harry: Thank you. Accolan: Let me get the dolphin for you to take with you. Harry: No, you keep it. I'll make another one. Picard: All right, Harry? Harry: Yes, Captain. Wesley: Okay, kids. Let's go home. Picard: Beam them up. Radue: You have destroyed us. Picard: We are not here to destroy you, Radue. We can help you. Radue: What is it? Picard: A legacy of your Progenitors, Radue. The source of your power and of your problems. Data: It is reading incredible amounts of energy, sir. Even more since we have taken down the shield. Rashella: What are we going to do with it? Radue: Learn, all over again. All this time we've been destroying ourselves, so sure of our technological invulnerability. Now we must learn to use this power safely. Picard: Will you let us help you? Radue: Yes. Please. Harry: Dad, I want to be an artist, but I don't want to take calculus anymore. Bernard: You can be anything you want, Harry. Anything. But you still have to take calculus. Harry: Okay. Thanks, Dad. Data: It worked well, sir. We have successfully reseeded the ozone layer. But for their atmosphere to maintain it's integrity, they can never use the shield. Riker: Or be cloaked again. Picard: Are you finished? Crusher: Yes, Captain, and they're responding very well to the treatment. Picard: The legend will die, but the people will live. Troi: And we know they'll make good parents. Picard: Wesley! Wesley: Sorry, Captain. She just wanted to thank you for bringing her home to her mother. Alexandra: Thank you. Wesley: Come on. Picard: Mister La Forge, out of orbit. Warp five. Laforge: Yes, sir. Certainly, sir.

Wesley: Jake! Jake! Jake, wait a second. How're you doing? Jake: I'm fine. Really. Wesley: Jake, I'm sorry. Crusher: Acting Ensign Crusher, report to transporter room eight. Jake: It's not your fault. Wesley: Yeah, I know. I wish both of us were going. Jake: I don't know. Only thirty two points. Crusher: Mister Crusher, respond. Wesley: I'm on my way, Doctor. I've got to go. Jake: I know. Hey, Wes. Do well for both of us, okay? Wesley: All right. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41416.2. We're orbiting Relva Seven, where Wesley Crusher is about to be tested for entrance into Starfleet Academy. And to my great surprise, I have just learned that my old friend Admiral Gregory Quinn is on Relva Seven, and has requested to be beamed aboard the Enterprise immediately. Picard: Welcome aboard, Admiral. Quinn: Thank you. Captain Jean Luc Picard, Lieutenant Commander Dexter Remmick. Remmick: Sir. Picard: Allow me to introduce my staff. First Officer William Riker, Chief Medical Officer Beverly Crusher, Chief of Security, Natasha Yar. Well, what can we do for you? Quinn: I need to speak with you. Picard: Certainly. This way. Number One? Quinn: Alone. Picard: Is this a personal matter? Quinn: Official business. Picard: Well then my First Officer Quinn: Alone, Captain. Quinn: Commander Remmick is with the Inspector General's office. Picard: Oh? Quinn: He'll be conducting a full investigation of the Enterprise. Picard: What are you looking for? Quinn: I have reason to believe there may be something very wrong on this ship. Picard: Tell me what you suspect. Quinn: It's inappropriate to discuss it at this time. Mister Remmick, Starfleet is counting on you. You will find out what is wrong on this ship. Remmick: Yes, sir. Nothing and no one will stand in my way. Quinn: And you, Captain, are ordered to cooperate in every way necessary with this investigation. Is that clear? Picard: Yes, sir. Quinn: Mister Remmick, unless there are any further questions. Remmick: No questions, sir. Quinn: Get on with your duties. Remmick: Yes, sir. Picard: We've known one another for years. Tell me what you believe is wrong. Quinn: Captain, it is vitally important that my orders be followed exactly. I'll be staying on the ship. Picard: As you wish, Admiral. Oliana: What is it? Wesley: What? Oliana: The unit you just put down. Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. Wesley: It's a flux coordinating sensor. Oliana: I'm Oliana Mirren, one of the other finalists. You must be Wesley Crusher. Wesley: Yeah. Do you know me? Oliana: I heard there was a very smart, very young man who'd be tough competition. Wesley: Well, you wouldn't be here Oliana: I weren't smart. I know. But there's a lot more to it than just that. You're lucky. You've had practical experience aboard the Enterprise. T'Shanik: Oliana. T'Shanik of Vulcana Regar. Wesley: Wesley Crusher of the Enterprise. T'Shanik: You do not look as if you meet the age requirements. Wesley: Uh, I'll be sixteen next month. Oliana: Happy birthday. Wesley: Excuse me. I'm Wesley Crusher. Mordock: Mordock. Wesley: Mordock? The Mordock? The Benzite who constructed the Mordock Strategy? I thought you already were in the Academy. Mordock: No. Only a hopeful, like you. Chang: Finalists, please take your seats I'm Tac Officer Chang. Welcome. You are here because you are all top candidates. Although only one student will be chosen for the Academy, you have shown from the preliminary testing that any of you could easily qualify. This may be the most difficult, exhausting experience of your life, and the most exciting challenge. Expect the unexpected. May you all do your best. Data: May I help you, Mister Remmick? Remmick: Keep on doing whatever it is you're doing, Commander Data. Laforge: There's nothing much to see here, Commander. We're in a standard orbit, and the station has to be manned even if it's just routine. Riker: Something I can help you with, Mister Remmick? Remmick: When I'm ready, Mister Riker, I'll want to speak with you. Privately. Laforge: Commander, just having that guy around makes me feel guilty. What's he after, anyway? Riker: I don't know, Geordi, but I'm going to find out. Right now. Picard: Come. Riker: Captain, may I speak frankly? Picard: Always, Number One. Riker: As First Officer, I should be informed. I should know everything that you know. Picard: That's right, you should. Riker: Then what's this about? Remmick is going to turn this ship upside down. Picard: That's his job. Riker: And my job is to see that this ship runs smoothly. Picard: Which you do very well. Riker: Sir, am I under investigation? Picard: I don't know. Riker: And if you did? Picard: I couldn't tell you. Riker: I don't understand, sir. This is extremely frustrating. Picard: No less so for me. But I promised cooperation, and that's what we shall give. Riker: Sir. Remmick: I want some answers from you now, Commander Riker. Riker: Later. Remmick: You were ordered to cooperate Riker: Not now. When it doesn't interfere with my duties, Remmick. Computer: Last question on the hyperspace physics test. If the matter and antimatter tanks on a Galaxy class starship are nine tenths depleted, calculate the intermix ratio necessary to reach a starbase a hundred light years away at warp factor eight. Begin. Computer: Time elapsed. You now have one hour free before the next test. Mordock: I must admit, Wesley, you have a very fast mind. Wesley: Once as I realized it was a trick question, there was only one answer. Mordock: Yes, there is only one ratio with matter antimatter. One to one. Oliana: You don't know how lucky you are. I can't imagine what it would be like to have things come so easily. I have to push every step of the way. Wesley: Oh, no, Oliana, it doesn't come that easily. I have to study all the time. Oliana: It's a good thing you're cute, Wesley, or you could really be obnoxious. See you later. Wesley: Did you hear what she said, Mordock? She said I was cute. Mordock: Is that good, Wesley? Wesley: Yes! I think. Riker: I think I should apologize, Captain. Picard: No need, Number One. Mister Remmick's presence is unnerving, to say the least. Remmick: Are you available now, Mister Riker? Or do you still have duties to perform? Riker: I'm available, Mister Remmick. Remmick: Any problem with using your Ready room, Captain? Picard: No, Mister Remmick. Be my guest. Remmick: If you prefer to stand, fine, Mister Riker. It won't have an effect on the length of my inquiry. Now, there are several seeming diskrepancies in the Picard: Captain's log. Let's go over them one by one, shall we? Riker: The Picard: Captain's log? Remmick: Yes. To the best of your knowledge, has the Captain ever falsified a log? Riker: Have you discussed this with him? Remmick: Right now, I'm asking you. Riker: If you want to discuss anything about Captain Picard, you bring him in here and ask him face to face. Remmick: You are required to answer my questions, Mister Riker, unless you're trying to cover something up! Now, there are several diskrepancies in the Picard: Captain's log. Shall we go over them one by one? Riker: Proceed. Remmick: So, you are saying Captain Picard had no control over this vessel. He handed it over to Kosinski, who took the entire crew to the edge of the universe. Laforge: No, sir. That's not what I'm saying. Now, Kosinski was sent by Starfleet to improve our warp drive system. Captain Picard was ordered to take him aboard. Remmick: According to his own logs, his Bridge crew didn't think highly of Mister Kosinski's theories, yet the Captain allowed him to access to the engines anyway. Is that true, La Forge? Laforge: Not exactly, sir. Remmick: One way or the other, La Forge, Picard lost control of this ship. Is that true? Laforge: Yes, but that's not how it happened. Remmick: So, the answer is yes. Remmick: Do you believe the captain is emotionally and psychologically fit for command of this starship? There is nothing in his history or his personality that would suggest mental lapses? Troi: Nothing. Remmick: Not even the Ferengi incident with his old ship, the Stargazer? Troi: He was being controlled by a mind altering machine, Commander. Without his knowledge. Remmick: I would call that a mental lapse. Worf: Ensign, what are you doing on the holodeck? I thought you were still on Relva Seven. Wesley: I'm finished testing for the day. Worf: I've disturbed you. I'll leave. Wesley: Wait. I thought I wanted to be alone, but I guess I don't. Worf: How is the testing? Wesley: Okay. So far. It's not the ones that I've studied for that I'm worried about. It's the psych test. Facing my deepest fear and living through it. I'm trying to figure out what images to bring up. Worf: Why? Wesley: I guess I want to scare myself. What do you think? Bulgallian rats? Lightning storms? Worf: Do those things frighten you? Wesley: Sort of, I guess. Worf: The psych test is no more or less important than the rest of the process. Wesley: That's what they said, but I can't stop thinking about it. Worf: Thinking about what you can't control only wastes your energy and creates its own enemy. Wesley: How can they know what my deepest fear is when I don't? Worf: By analyzing your psychological profile. They were very accurate about everyone I tested with. Including myself. Wesley: You? I thought there was nothing that could frighten a Klingon warrior. Worf: Only fools have no fear. Wesley: I'm sorry, Lieutenant. I'm asking too many personal questions. Worf: It is very difficult for me to depend on anyone for anything. But especially for my life. Wesley: But on the Enterprise you do that every day. Everyone depends on everyone else to protect them. Worf: Yes. Wesley: So you overcame it? Worf: No. It is still my enemy. Riker: With this new extricator, sir, we can eliminate three more bulky machines from cargo space. Picard: That's excellent, Number One. Tasha: Captain, there's an unauthorized entry in main Shuttlebay. Remmick: Unauthorized? Picard: Who is it, Lieutenant? Tasha: Computer reads the ID number of Jake Kurland. Bridge to main Shuttlebay. Mister Kurland, this is Lieutenant Yar. Respond. Remmick: Isn't the area secured? Riker: Not now, Remmick. He's going to take this out, Captain. Tasha: I'm locking off the bay launch doors, Captain. Worf: Too late. He's using the flight emergency override Laforge: Smart kid. Remmick: Kid? Tasha: He's launching. Picard: On viewer. lieutenant Yar, open channel. Enterprise to shuttlecraft. Mister Kurland, this is Captain Picard. Mister Kurland. Jake: Captain, I'm going to Beltane Nine Jake: To sign onto a freighter. Tell my father I'm sorry. Picard: You can tell him yourself, in person. Bring that ship back at once. Jake: No. Jake: I can't face him. I'm leaving. Laforge: Captain, he's unbalanced the dilithium reaction. Jake: I've lost power! Riker: All he's got left are his maneuvering jets, Captain. Laforge: At this trajectory, he'll enter the atmosphere and burn up at two hundred kilometers. Picard: Probable impact? Data: Atmospheric entry seventy eight seconds. Picard: Options? Worf: Tractor beam? Riker: Not possible. He's too far away for a positive lock. Tasha: He's out of transporter range. Remmick: Captain, you are completely responsible for that boy's life. Picard: Mister Remmick, either get out of my way and keep quiet, or I will have you removed from the Bridge. Viewer on shuttle cockpit. Tasha: Visual on main viewer. Picard: Mister Kurland. Jake: I can't get the engine started. What am I going to do? I'm going to crash. Riker: He needs another fifty seconds for the core to cool down before it can restart. Picard: Stay calm, Jake. We'll get you back. Jake: Please, help me! Picard: Jake! Jake: It's no use, Captain. I'm going to die out here. Riker: He'll need another thirty seconds before he can restart. Data: Irrelevant, sir. Even if he restarts his engine now, he will not have enough thrust to escape impact. Picard: Mister Kurland, you are not going to die out there. You are going to do exactly what I tell you. Now, take the nose of the shuttlecraft and aim it directly at Relva Seven. Jake: Aim it at Relva? I can't do that. It's crazy. Picard: Do it! Jake: But I'll burn up! Data: Twenty eight seconds to impact. Picard: Jake, listen very carefully. This is Captain Picard and I am giving you an order. Aim the shuttle at Relva! Jake: Okay. It's done. Picard: Good. Picard: Now, monitor your speed exactly. When it hits point zero two zero, I want you to restart the engine Picard: And when I tell you, pull up hard. Jake: Point zero two zero speed. Captain, I sure hope you're right. Picard: You'll just have to trust me. Jake: Point zero zero three. Jake: Zero zero nine. Zero one two. Data: Six seconds to impact. Picard: Hold on, Jake. It's going to be a little bumpy. Jake: Zero one five. Jake: Zero one nine. Picard: Restart the engine, now! Pull up hard! Remmick: Yeah! Riker: Incredible, Captain! Remmick: How did he do it? I thought Laforge: He built up enough speed and then bounced her off the atmosphere! Picard: Mister Kurland, I assume you can maneuver it home? Jake: Yes, sir. Picard: Do it. Then report to Mister Riker. Jake: Yes, sir! Remmick: Very original, Captain. But how did that child acquire access to a shuttlecraft? Riker: Kurland is a highly qualified Enterprise Academy candidate, fully trained in many areas including shuttles. Remmick: And did this full training include diskipline? Picard: Mister Remmick, young men sometimes make rash choices. Which is why Mister Kurland will receive a strong refresher specifically in diskipline Remmick: I'll note that in my report. Picard: Full cooperation, Number One. Rondon: You. I have a package for Operations. Where is it? Wesley: End of the corridor, room on your right. One oh four. Wesley: Excuse me. Rondon: You blocked my path. you Bulgallian sludge rat! Wesley: I'm sorry, it was an honest mistake. I apologize. Chang: Is there a problem here, gentlemen? Wesley: No, sir, I Rondon: How dare you! I am Rondon, you despicable Melanoid slimeworm! Liar! Wesley: Who do you think you're bullying? You bumped into me. It was your mistake. You were at fault. Do you want this to become violent? Rondon: Friend. I like you. Mordock: A very strange reaction. Wesley: Not really. When he raised his hand, I saw that it was webbed. The sign of a Zaldan. Chang: But you became hostile. Wesley: Zaldans are infuriated by courtesy. They view it as a form of phony social behavior, designed to cover true feelings. Chang: Congratulations, Mister Crusher. You handled that particular incident very well. Mordock: Was this incident deliberate? Chang: It's important to know how you candidates deal with other cultures, other species. Mordock: Then it was a test. Chang: Yes. Not all tests are announced, or what they appear to be. Mordock: Zaldans have webbed fingers? I wouldn't have passed. Remmick: You're an android, correct? Data: Yes, sir. Remmick: And as an android, you are programmed to tell the entire truth? Data: Yes, sir. Remmick: There is a problem with this ship, Mister Data. It's in the records, somewhere. I need your help to find it. Data: All of the ship's records are available to you, sir. Remmick: This information is very cleverly hidden. Your Captain is not what he appears to be. Do not forget you have loyalty to Starfleet above all else. Data: Loyalty is not the issue, Commander. There is nothing wrong with Captain Picard or the ship's logs. Therefore there must be something wrong with your original assumption. Remmick: That is not acceptable, Mister Data. Data: Acceptable or not, sir, it is the truth. Remmick: Just how did this contaminant get aboard the ship? Worf: By accident, sir. Remmick: Meaning Captain Picard has no standing procedure for this type of situation? Worf: No. Meaning by accident, sir. Remmick: You don't like me very much, do you? Worf: Is it required, sir? Remmick: How would you characterize your relationship with Captain Picard? Crusher: We're Starfleet officers who've known each other for many years. Remmick: Everything said here is confidential, Doctor. You can be completely open with me. Crusher: About what? Remmick: About how you feel serving with a man who is responsible for the death of your husband. Crusher: My personal feelings about Captain Picard are irrelevant to this investigation, and none of your business. Remmick: Then you confirm the accuracy of the log report. You violated the Prime Directive with the Edo. You deliberately interfered with their laws. Picard: Yes. It's exactly as I explained it in the log records. Remmick: All to save Doctor Crusher's son? Picard: A member of my crew was being held unjustly. I stand by my decision. Mister Remmick, you have talked to every member of this ship. I think you've had enough time to find out whatever it is you're looking for. Remmick: Are you afraid if I keep looking that I'll find you're guilty? Picard: The only thing I'm guilty of is allowing this charade to go on so long. Picard: Admiral, if it is me you're investigating, ask me directly what it is you want to know. And please tell me exactly what is going on. Quinn: I need a little more time, Jean-Luc. Picard: How much time? I won't tolerate my crew being harassed any longer. Quinn: Remmick's full report is almost ready. Picard: I want to be here when he presents it. Quinn: That has always been my intention. Commander Remmick, report to Admiral Quinn. Remmick: On my way, sir. Picard: This has been a strain on our friendship. Quinn: I know. Believe me, Jean Luc, I regret that, but it has been necessary. Mordock: I can't get it. Wesley: Yes, you can. Don't fight it. Relax into it and let it come by itself. Mordock: No, it's going too fast. Wesley, I can't do it. Wesley: Yes you can. You've got your rotation factor. Just put in your vector coordinates. Computer: Time elapsed. Chang: Congratulations, Mordock. That was the second fastest time ever recorded on this test. You all did well. Mordock: No, it should not have been that way. Mister Crusher helped me. Chang: Yes. I know. An interesting choice, Mister Crusher. Especially considering how close you and Mister Mordock are in overall score. You all have an hour to prepare for your last test. Wesley: The psych test, sir? Chang: We prefer to think of it as a psychological evaluation based on reactions to various individual problems, but psych test will do. Remmick: Sir? Quinn: Please sit down, Mister Remmick. Proceed with your report. Remmick: Admiral, I've done my best to be thorough during this investigation. Quinn: Continue. Remmick: I couldn't find what you asked, sir. I spoke to officer after officer, at length. I pried into the ships log reports. And yet I could find nothing wrong. Except, perhaps, a casual familiarity among the Bridge crew, but mostly that comes from a sense of teamwork, and the feeling of family. I'm sorry, sir. I did my best. Quinn: Quite. You're dismissed, Commander. Remmick: Yes, sir. Captain Picard, my tour in the Inspector General's office will be up in six months. When I'm finished, this is where I'd like to serve, sir. Quinn: Don't judge the young man too harshly. He's a good officer. Picard: It's not him I'm inclined to judge. Quinn: Don't judge me too harshly either, until I've finished. We had to be very sure of you. Some of us at Starfleet Command became suspicious of certain problems in the Federation. Picard: What kind of problems? Quinn: Something or someone is trying to destroy the fabric of everything we've built up in the last two hundred years. Picard: What's your evidence? Quinn: I can't go into that. There are too many people involved. Picard: What do you want from me? Quinn: I don't know whether the threat comes from the inside or whether it's from outside. I need people I can trust in strong positions throughout the Federation. Picard: You have my complete support. You know that. Quinn: That's not enough. I want to promote you to Admiral, and I want you to take over as Commandant of Starfleet Academy. Picard: The Academy. Quinn: Yes. Picard: The Academy? Quinn: I need you close. Picard: Then there was never a problem with the Enterprise. Quinn: No, but I had to be sure you hadn't been co-opted. Picard: Greg, this is politics, and I'm not good at politics. Surely there are others who are better suited. Quinn: All right. Even if I am wrong, and I hope I am, you're still the best man for the job. Picard: I appreciate the value of what you're offering. It's not a decision I can make quickly. Quinn: I need an answer soon. Picard: All right. You'll have it tonight, Admiral. Thank you. Chang: Mister Mordock will be finished with his psych test momentarily. Wesley: Mordock? Are you all right? Mordock: I will be. Chang: Mister Crusher. You're next. Good luck. Wesley: I'm here. I'm ready. Maybe they forgot. Breathe. Got to remember to breathe. Computer: Evacuate immediately. Sixty five seconds to seal off. Wesley: Somebody help! There's something's wrong in the Environmental lab! Man: Help! Man: Help! We're trapped. I can't move. Please, help me. Man: We're going to die in here! Man: The liquid hydrogen's going to blow! The shut off valve ruptured. Hurry up! My legs are crushed. You've got to help me! Wesley: Give me a hand with this! Man 2: We're going to die! Wesley: Help me! Man 2: I can't! It's too late! Computer: Thirty seconds to seal off. Wesley: Come on! Man: If we don't get out of here fast, they'll seal us in to contain the explosion. Wesley: Come on, you're not hurt. Man 2: I can't go through that! Wesley: Yes, you can. You've got to. Computer: Twenty seconds to seal off. Wesley: Come on! I can't carry you both! You're not hurt. Computer: Ten seconds to seal off. Wesley: Come on! Man 2: It's too late. Wesley: I'm sorry. Wesley: Officer Chang! There's Chang: Wesley! It's all right. Man: Thanks. Chang: An excellent performance, Mister Crusher. Wesley: Performance? That was the test? Chang: Yes. Wesley: A man could have died. Chang: Theoretically, yes. You had to make a choice. And you did. There's no right or wrong about it. Your greatest fear has been that you couldn't make that decision. Wesley: Because of my father? Because Cap. Because someone made that choice, and my father died. Riker: Sir? Picard: Yes, Number One? Riker: Mister Remmick has left the ship. Picard: Yes. He found nothing wrong on the Enterprise. And you can inform the crew that Admiral Quinn is most impressed. Riker: Thank you. They'll be pleased that. Can you explain now what he was after? Picard: They were after me, Number One. They want me to take over as Commandant, Starfleet Academy. Riker: Congratulations! What a wonderful choice, sir. You'll be able to shape the minds of the future leaders of Starfleet. You haven't decided what you're going to do. Picard: Yes, I have, Number One. I've decided I'm going for a walk. Chang: I'm proud of all of you. You've done a superb job. Each of you would make a fine Starfleet officer. It's unfair that only one candidate from Relva will attend the Academy this year, and a loss to the Federation if the rest of you do not return to test again. Mister Mordock will be the candidate. His results were slightly higher than Mister Crusher's. Congratulations, Mister Mordock. You're the first Benzite in Starfleet. Mordock: Thank you, sir, but it's not right. It shouldn't be me. Wesley lost points because he helped me. He should not be punished for his generosity. Chang: He wasn't. He lost time, but it wasn't only that. Candidates, thank you. And good luck. Mordock: I am sorry, Wesley. Wesley: It's okay. You deserved to win. Besides, you would have done the same thing for me. Mordock: Yes. I believe I would. T'Shanik: Congratulations. Oliana: Well, personally, I hate losing. So you'd better be ready next year, Wesley. I won't be easy to beat. Picard: Mister Kurland! Jake: Yes, sir. Picard: Are you feeling better? Jake: Yes, sir, Look, I'm sorry I damaged the shuttle, Captain. But Mister Riker says I can work on fixing it as part of my diskipline training. Picard: Good idea. I hope you learned that running away solves nothing. Jake: Yes, sir. And I am sorry I messed up. Picard: At least you kept your wits about you out there. Don't forget that. Jake: No, sir. And thank you. Thank you for saving my life. Picard: That's my job, young man. Jake: Yes, sir. Picard: Mister Crusher? Why aren't you in your dress uniform for Admiral Quinn's farewell dinner? Wesley: I didn't think that would be appropriate. Picard: Why not? Wesley: I failed, Captain. I didn't get into the Academy. I failed you and I failed the Enterprise. Picard: Ridiculous. Did you do your best? Wesley: Yes. Picard: When you test next year, and you will test next year, do you think your performance will improve? Wesley: Yes. Picard: Good. The only person you're truly competing against, Wesley, is yourself. Wesley: Then you're not disappointed? Picard: Wesley, you have to measure your successes and your failures within, not by anything I or anyone else might think. But, if it helps you to know this, I failed the first time. And you may not tell anyone! Wesley: You? You failed? Picard: Yes. But not the second time. Now, you'll do me the courtesy of joining us at dinner. I have to disappoint an old friend. Quinn: Wish I could convince you to change your mind. Picard: I'll serve you better here. Quinn: This is where you belong. Picard: If you need me. Quinn: I've been playing politics too long. Perhaps I see conspiracies everywhere. Don't worry. Safe travels, my friend. Picard: Set course to Algeron Four, Mister Crusher. Wesley: Course plotted and laid in, sir. Picard: Then shall we continue with our mission? Wesley: Yes, sir. Picard: Excellent. Mister Crusher, engage.

Worf: Captain. Communication from Starfleet. They have reported a disturbance in the Neutral Zone. Picard: Of what nature? Worf: A battle. Quadrant nine, coordinates zero seven zero, mark three. There's no information who is involved. They are asking if we can investigate. Picard: Answer affirmative. Lieutenant La Forge, lay in the course. Laforge: Aye, sir. Data: I have no reports of any Federation ships in that area, sir. Riker: Ferengi? Picard: It's a little out of their territory. Riker: Shall we separate the saucer? Picard: Let's get a little more information first. Laforge: Course set, Captain. Picard: Speed, warp seven. Laforge: Aye, sir, warp seven. Picard: Engage. Laforge: We are now approaching the Neutral Zone. Tasha: Sir, sensors indicate several recent photon explosions and heavy phaser activity. Data: Sir, I have analyzed the residue from the explosions. This is of no known Ferengi design. It is possibly Romulan. Picard: Now there's a name we haven't heard for a while. Riker: I could go a lot longer without hearing it. Picard: If the Romulans have returned to this sector we should know about that. Mister Worf, any further activity? Worf: Negative, sir. Picard: Slow to half impulse. Laforge: Going to one half impulse. Now entering quadrant nine zero seven, mark three. Picard: Shields and deflectors up. Go to Yellow Alert. Data: I have located a vessel, sir. It is drifting. Picard: Put it on main viewer. Tasha: Aye, sir. Picard: Magnify. Data: The life support systems on the ship are failing, sir. Propulsion, navigation, and all communication, inoperative. Picard: Any trace of the other vessel? Data: No, sir. Riker: If it is a Romulan vessel, it could be cloaked. Picard: Tell Starfleet we're entering the Neutral Zone. Data: Yes, sir. Picard: Mister La Forge, take us in a little closer. Laforge: Aye, aye, sir. Picard: Stay sharp everyone. Riker: It's Talarian. Picard: Life signs? Worf: Nothing yet, sir. Data: I have identified the vessel, Captain. It is the Batris, a general cargo vessel. Riker: A long way from home. Picard: Keep alert. Worf: Captain, possible life signs. Picard: What do you mean, possible? Worf: The readings emanate from a location near what is left of main Engineering. There is a great deal of magnetic and radioactive clutter making a positive determination difficult. Riker: I'll prepare an away team. Picard: Lieutenant Yar, you stay at your post. If this is the result of a Romulan attack, they may still be in the area. Tasha: Aye, sir. Riker: Data, Geordi, let's go. Picard: Mister La Forge, are we close enough to use the Visual Acuity transmitter? Laforge: We can certainly try it, sir. Picard: Please do. And Number One? Everything about this seems wrong. Riker: Agreed. It smells like a trap. Let's go. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41503.7. We have entered the Neutral Zone, where a Talarian freighter has been severely damaged in a battle. I have sent an away team to investigate. Riker: What exactly does this device do? Laforge: Data and I have been working on a way to transmit what my visor sees. If it works, the Bridge'll be able to monitor us. Data: It has restrictions. The information from Geordi's visor is so complex it is difficult to encode. Therefore the signal breaks down easily. Riker: That means it doesn't have much range. Laforge: Exactly. So far, the effective range is only few kilometers, but we're working on it. La Forge to Bridge. Worf: This is the Bridge. Laforge: Worf, I've switched on the Visual Acuity Transmitter. Worf: We are receiving. The signal is strong. Laforge: Okay, Worf. I am switching off for transport. Riker: Set phasers on stun. Let's be ready for anything. Energize. Laforge: La Forge to Bridge. Picard: This is the Enterprise. Laforge: Captain, I'm switching on the transmitter. Picard: Ready to receive. Put this on main viewer. Tasha: Aye, sir. Picard: Extraordinary. Now I'm beginning to understand him. Picard: Geordi. What was that? Over to the left. Laforge: What? Picard: Yes, that. No, no, back. Yes, that. Right there. What is that? Laforge: That's Commander Riker. Picard: Ah, to me it's just an undefined form, standing in a visual frenzy. Can you filter out the extraneous information? Laforge: No, I get it all simultaneously. Picard: But it's just a jumble. Picard: How can you make head or tail of it? Laforge: I select what I want and then disregard the rest. Picard: But how is that possible? Laforge: Well, how, in a noisy room, can you select one specific voice or sound? Picard: Of course, something you learn. Laforge: Exactly. Laforge: It's something I have learned. Does that make it more clear? Picard: Look over at Data. There's an aura around Data. Laforge: Well, of course. He's an android. Picard: You say that as if you think that's what we all see. Laforge: Don't you? Riker: Sir, I hate to break this up, but Picard: Oh, yes, of course, Number One. Proceed. Riker: Let's go. Data: I am detecting high levels of deuterium gas, probably from the leakage in the drive system. Riker: Toxic? Data: Not as yet, sir. The life signs are emanating from the far side of Engineering. Riker: What's the safest way around? Data: All routes are equally dangerous, sir. Laforge: Well, what's the least dangerous route, Data? Data: There is no significant difference. Riker: Steady on. Laforge: Commander Riker! Commander. Riker: Yes, Geordi. Laforge: There's a fissure developing in the bulkhead. The skin of the ship is losing its integrity. Riker: Where is it? I can't see it. Laforge: Right there. Picard: Geordi, step closer. It looks to me like a spectrograph indicating metal fatigue. Picard: Is that how you interpret it? Laforge: Very good, Captain. Exactly right. Riker: How long before this hull ruptures? Laforge: It's impossible to be exact. I'd say five minutes. Probably less. Riker: Let's go. Picard: Geordi, we've lost transmission. Laforge: Signal overload. I'm surprised it lasted this long. Riker: We've reached the core, Captain. Data: The life signs are very strong now, sir. They are coming from over there. Riker: Is there any other way around? Data: Negative. This is the only way. The safest way to proceed is for me to cross alone. The heat and toxic gasses have less effect on me. Riker: Agreed. Captain, Data's gone ahead. Riker: The life signs seem to be coming from the far side of Engineering. Data: I've found them, sir. The door to their compartment is jammed. Data: The control mechanism's not operative, sir. Riker: This is Commander Riker of the USS Enterprise. Do you hear me? Data: I advise against the use of phasers, sir. The gas buildup is too great. Laforge: He's right, sir. A phaser discharge now could blow us all out of here. Data: Shall I, sir? Picard: Number One, what's going on? Riker: We're about to force the door. Picard: What is it? What do you see? Riker: Klingons. Picard: Klingons? Korris: I am Korris. Riker: We'll handle the formalities later. Right now we have to get off this ship. Are there any others survivors? Korris: No. Data: I believe I have found a quicker way out of here, sir. Riker: Check him out. Data: He is alive, sir, but just barely. Riker: Then pick the body and let's get out of here. Korris: No. I will carry him. Data: As you wish. Laforge: Come on, let's go! Picard: Tasha, go to transporter room three. I want you there when the away team returns. Tasha: Aye, sir. Laforge: Commander, we are out of time. This ship is blowing. Riker: Transporter room, have you got a lock on us? Tasha: Too much interference. You have to get farther away from the Engineering section. Worf: Sir, the Engineering section is critical. Destruction of the Batris is imminent. Picard: They're out of options. Do it! Picard: Now! Riker: Bridge, this is Commander Riker. Riker: We are taking the survivors to Sickbay. Picard: I'll be in Sickbay. Worf: Captain. Request permission to join you. Picard: Granted. Worf: Debris is still being analyzed. Picard: Inform me as soon as it is complete. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Situation, Doctor. Crusher: His injuries are very critical. Picard: I am Jean Luc Picard, Captain of this vessel. Korris: My name is Korris, Captain of the Klingon Defense Force. This is Lieutenant Konmel. Picard: Would you mind telling me what has happened? Korris: We were passengers. The Talarians were taking us to outpost M Zed Five. Picard: What was the ship doing in the Neutral Zone? Korris: We were attacked without warning by a Ferengi cruiser. During the course of the battle we must have unknowingly entered the Neutral Zone. Worf: The weapons were not Ferengi. Korris: What is your name? Worf: I am Lieutenant Worf. Korris: And you are a member of this crew? Worf: Yes. Korris: You are correct. The weapons were Klingon, but the vessel was Ferengi. Picard: What precipitated the attack? Korris: I don't know. We were in our quarters. Konmel: The captain of the freighter had no combat experience so he did not anticipate the first attack, which was nearly fatal. Korris: We took control with his permission. The Ferengi called for surrender. I told the Captain to agree to all their terms. We had only one chance, but I was confident it would be enough. Konmel: As adversaries the Ferengi are not very worthy. Worf: Still, your weapons were limited and their ship superior. Korris: Yes. All we had was an ancient battery of Merculite rockets. Our only chance was to trick them into lowering their shields. Konmel: We reduced power and lured them in. Korris: They suspected nothing. Konmel: Then, when they lowered their shields to beam over a boarding party, we opened fire. Picard: Still, there are some points that I'm not very clear about. Korris: Captain, we are hungry and tired. Picard: Of course. Korris: If there is anything else you wish to know about this incident, we will be available. Worf: Permission to show our guests to their quarters, Captain. Picard: Permission granted. Riker: What do you think, Captain? Picard: There's more to this than we've been told. Why was the Talarian ship so far off course? What was its point of departure? Riker: Why would three Klingon officers hitch a ride on a broken down freighter? Picard: Contact Starfleet. Find out what they know about Korris and company. Riker: It'll take forty eight hours for a message to get to Starfleet on subspace frequency. Picard: They're going to be with us for a while. Let's find out all we can about them. Riker: Do you think I should have assigned a security team to keep an eye on our guests? Picard: No. Worf can deal with anything that might arise. How's your patient, Doctor? Crusher: Not good. I'll keep you posted. Korris: Sit, friend. Let us eat. Konmel: O'Mat gri tea and piviots. Korris: I did not know there were Klingons serving on human Starfleet vessels. Worf: As far as I know, I am the only one. Korris: Tell me, what it is like for the hunter to lie down with the prey? Have they tamed you, or have you always been docile? Konmel: Does it make you gentle? Has it filled your heart with peace? Korris: Do glorious battles no longer inspire your dreams? Worf: Why do you mock me? Why do you wish to anger me? Korris: Only to see if it is still possible. Worf: It is. Nurse: Doctor! I think you'd better come and look at this. The Klingon's condition is worsening. Crusher: He's convulsing. Get the hypospray. Picard: Commander Korris, this is Captain Picard. Korris: Yes, Captain. Picard: I am sorry to report your comrade's injuries are beyond our medical abilities. Crusher: He's dying. Crusher: Is there any special arrangement you would like for the body? Korris: It is only an empty shell now. Please treat it as such. Konmel: The opponent that killed Kunivas should have been an enemy, then his death would have been even more glorious. Worf: If the opponent was not an enemy, who was it? Tell me. What really happened? Korris: I do not wish to anger you. We are after all, brothers lost among infidels. Tell me, how is it that you come to this ship, that uniform? Worf: Through an act of kindness. The Romulans attacked the Khitomer outpost. Everyone was killed. I was buried under the rubble and left for dead. A human Starfleet officer found me. He took me to his home on Gault and told his wife to raise me as his son. Konmel: How old were you? Worf: Before the age of inclusion. Konmel: That young? Korris: Gault is a farming colony. Worf: When my foster brother and I were of age, we entered the Starfleet Academy. He hated it and returned to Gault. I stayed. Konmel: You have not spent much time among your own kind. Worf: Hardly none. Korris: So, when the night was still and quiet, and the sound of the blood rushing through your veins filled your ears, the only way to silence it was to slip out into the night and, like the hunter that spawned you, join in the struggle of life and death. You were unable Konmel: And those around you did not understand. You frightened them. Korris: They shunned you. Cursed you. Called you vile names, and you knew not why. Even now do you know why you are driven? Why you cannot relent or repent or confess or abstain? How could you know? There have been no other Klingons to lead you to that knowledge. Worf: Yes. Yes, those feelings are part of me. But I control them. They do not rule me. Korris: Yes. To fit in, the humans demand that you change the one thing that you cannot change. Yet, because you cannot, you do. That too is the mark of the warrior. You said that I mock you. I do not. I salute you. Konmel: But against whom do you test yourself? Against what enemy do you charge into battle? Worf: I have been in battle. Korris: Then you understand. Worf: Yes, I do. Korris: Brother, this peace, this alliance, is like a living death to warriors like us. Konmel: You're right, we lied to your Commander. We commandeered that freighter and left the crew behind, and we were in search of a place where we could live our lives like true Klingons. Worf: You did not battle the Ferengi. Korris: It was one of our own cruisers sent to bring us back. Worf: You destroyed a Klingon vessel? Korris: I did not want to battle our brothers. I had no choice. They had been corrupted by the illusion of peace. Konmel: They traded our birthright so they could die in their sleep. Korris: A peace that makes the Klingon heart that beats in my chest wither and die. Is it permitted for you to show us around this ship? Worf: Yes, of course. Picard: And as I watched Worf, it was like looking at a man that I had never known. Data: Captain, long range sensors indicate another vessel approaching this area. Picard: Can you identify it? Data: No, sir, not yet. Picard: Keep a close watch on it. So close to the Neutral Zone it can't be random. Konmel: What magnificent battles we could have at the helm of this ship. Worf: Perhaps your dreams of glory no longer fit the time. They belong buried with the past. Korris: Standing here we will never know. Our answer lies out there. Our instincts will lead us. Konmel: Instincts that have not been dulled by living among civilized men. Data: I believe, sir, that was the first time outsiders have witnessed the Klingon death ritual. Picard: I can understand them looking at a dying man's eyes, but the howling? Data: It was a warning. Picard: To whom? Data: They are warning the dead, sir. Beware, a Klingon warrior is about to arrive. Laforge: Captain, that unidentified vessel is approaching us at warp five. Intersect one hour, sixteen minutes, thirty three seconds. Picard: Can we get a visual? Laforge: I can try, sir. Picard: Magnify. Laforge: Hello. Riker: Klingons. Picard: Open hailing frequencies, Lieutenant Yar. Tasha: Hailing frequencies open. Picard: Klingon cruiser, this is Captain Jean Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. K'Nera: I am Commander K'Nera. What is your purpose in this area? Picard: We came to investigate a battle. We rescued three Klingon survivors. K'Nera: That is all that is left of the crew of the cruiser T'Acog? Picard: They were not off the cruiser. They were from the freighter Batris. The leader is Captain Korris. K'Nera: You have him on your ship? He is alive? Picard: Yes. K'Nera: He is a criminal. A renegade, who with two others stole that freighter, and somehow destroyed the Klingon cruiser sent to bring them back. We expect the criminals to be delivered into our custody as soon as we are within transporter range. Picard: Lieutenant Yar, where are they now? Tasha: They're with Worf on deck seventeen. Picard: Deck seventeen? Tasha: Yes, sir. Near the auxiliary turbolift to the battle bridge. Shall I alert Lieutenant Worf? Picard: No. Send a security team. Riker: You don't think Worf would allow them access to the battle bridge? Picard: I think, Number One, we cannot assume anything. Tasha: Captain, shall I stay at my tactical position or lead the security team? Picard: Lead the security team, and, Lieutenant, you understand with whom you are dealing. Tasha: Aye, sir. Korris: We have heard this ship can separate in time of battle. Worf: Yes. When relieved of its bulk, the Enterprise becomes an exceptional weapon. Tasha: Worf. Korris: They have come for us. Tasha: Step aside. Worf: What is the problem? Tasha: The Captain wants those two taken into custody. Korris: Do not let them take us, Worf. Help us. Konmel: Listen to the voice of your blood. You are not of these people. Korris: Yes. Join us. Tasha: Go back! Please, turn around and go back to your mother. Tasha: Bridge, we have a hostage situation on deck seventeen. Girl: Mommy. Tasha: Bridge, this is Lieutenant Yar. Disregard. Situation is under control. By order of the Captain, you are confined to Security. Tasha: I thought for a minute we had a problem. Worf: Oh? Tasha: Yes. It looked like Korris was going to hold that little girl as a hostage. Worf: That is not our way. Cowards take hostages. Klingons do not. Korris: Ri'ario. Picard: Lieutenant. The Klingon vessel has to arrived. They have requested return of the renegades. Worf: They will be tried and executed, sir. Picard: I know. Lieutenant, understand that I am not unmindful of the mixed feelings you must have about this incident. Worf: Thank you, sir. Are there no other options, sir? Picard: None that I can see. Riker: He seems to be handling this quite well, sir. Picard: So far. He must be torn. These are his people. Data: The Klingon vessel is within range, sir. They are requesting visual contact. Picard: Open frequencies. Data: Hailing frequencies open, sir. K'Nera: We are in position now to receive the criminals. Picard: We're prepared to transfer. Worf: Captain. Request permission to address the Captain on the Klingon vessel. I know it is against standard procedure, but there is something I must say. Picard: Permission granted. Worf: K'Mongi B'Mus. K'Nera: G'Armond T'Ris. What is it you want? Worf: To plead. K'Nera: You waste your time. Their actions threaten the alliance. They disobeyed and must be punished. Worf: Yes, they must be punished, but not executed with dishonor. K'Nera: Why do you care? Worf: What burns in their eyes, fires my soul. I hear their words, and I see it all as it was. Part of me longs for that time. K'Nera: It's bred in the bone. We all do. Worf: Then send them to a planet in the Halee system, where they can meet death on their feet with a weapon in their hands, not tied and helpless. K'Nera: When one of us dies that way it diminishes all of us. Worf: Yes. K'Nera: Brother, I feel as you. I too wish they could fly free, but I have no choice. Worf: Sir. K'Nera: We await the transfer. Picard: Lieutenant Yar, escort the prisoners to the Transporter room. Tasha: Aye, sir. Guard: This is Ramos. The forcefield in Security Three has been broken. Tasha: Lieutenant Yar to Bridge. Tasha: There's been an escape. At least one of my security is dead. Tasha: So is Konmel. Korris is loose and armed. Picard: Keep me informed, Lieutenant. Tasha: Aye, sir. Picard: Data, visual on K'Nera. Data: Visual on, sir. Picard: Captain, there will be a short delay. Korris has escaped. K'Nera: He is a trained Klingon warrior, Captain. Perhaps more than you can handle. It is not a disgrace to request our assistance. Picard: I think we can handle the situation. Crewman: He's up there! Tasha: Captain, Korris is in main Engineering. Picard: Commander Korris. Picard: This is a futile effort. Picard: You cannot win. Korris: I will speak only to my countryman! Korris: Only to Worf! Tasha: Captain, he has a phaser aimed directly at the dilithium crystal chamber. Tasha: At that range, one blast and Picard: I understand, Lieutenant. Worf: Captain, permission to leave the Bridge. Picard: We'll both go. Picard: What's the situation? Tasha: He's on the second level armed with a phaser. We do not have a clear field of fire. Picard: How do you suggest we proceed? Tasha: Wait him out. Worf: Captain, let me talk to him. Tasha: I do not think that's a good idea, Worf. Right now he's running on adrenalin. Let it cool. There's no where he can go. Worf: He will wait only as long as he believes it is to his advantage. The moment it is not, he will fire his phaser into the dilithium crystal chamber. Tasha: That would destroy the Enterprise and him along with it. Worf: Yes. He knows. Picard: Talk to him, Worf. Korris: Brother, I knew you would come. Now I, we have a chance. I could not do it alone, but I would rather die here, than let the traitors of Kling pick the meat from my bones. With you it will work. Worf: What will work? Korris: I will demand Captain Picard give us access to the battle bridge. We will separate from the rest of the ship, then together we will light up the galaxy. Imagine the fear which will roll before us. Worf: Captain Picard will not comply. Korris: He can not, dare not refuse us. In order to save themselves, they will give us what we demand. Then, brother, we are free. Worf: Put down the phaser. Korris: Wait. I do not believe this. Worf: Believe it. Korris: I have tasted your heart. You have been with them, but you are still of us. Do not deny the challenge of your destiny. Get off your knees and soar. Open your eyes and let the dream take flight. Worf: My brother, it is you who does not see. You look for battles in the wrong place. The test of the warrior is not without, it is within. Here, here we meet the challenge. It is the weaknesses in here a warrior must overcome. Korris: No. Worf: You have talked of glory and of conquest and legends we will write. Korris: Yes, the birthright of every Klingon. Worf: Yet in all you say, where are the words duty, honor, loyalty. Without which a warrior is nothing. Korris: What are you saying? Living among these humans has sucked the Klingon heart out of you. Worf: Put down the phaser. Korris: You are a sham! My words were dust upon the ground. Your blood has no fire. You are weak like them. I don't care what you look like you are no Klingon. Worf: Perhaps not. Picard: Wait. Picard: Mister La Forge, open hailing frequencies. Laforge: Hailing frequencies open, sir. Picard: Commander K'Nera, this is Captain Picard. K'Nera: Yes, Captain? Picard: Korris and the other Klingon are dead. K'Nera: May I speak with Lieutenant Worf? Worf: Yes, Commander? K'Nera: How did they die? Worf: They died well. Picard: Do you wish the bodies returned? K'Nera: They are now only empty shells. Dispose of them as you see fit. Worf, when your tour of duty on the Enterprise is complete. consider serving with us. Your training and experience would be of benefit to us, and perhaps there are some things we could teach you. Worf: I am honored. Thank you. Worf: I was just being polite, sir. Picard: Ah. Commendable, Lieutenant. Mister La Forge, set course for Starbase Eighty four. Laforge: Aye, sir. Worf: Really. I have no desire to leave the Enterprise. Picard: Good. Laforge: Coordinates set in, Captain. Picard: Speed, warp five. Laforge: Aye, sir, warp five. Picard: And Mister Worf, the Bridge wouldn't be the same without you. Engage.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41601.3. We are crossing through the Zed Lapis sector, where we will rendezvous with shuttlecraft thirteen, carrying Deanna Troi, who is returning from a conference. Because Engineering is involved in preventive maintenance on our dilithium crystals, we are presently traveling on impulse power. Worf: Routine deep sensor probe indicates no obstacles or vessels within a range of three light years. Tasha: Confirm. Worf: The martial arts competition is in three days. Are you prepared? Tasha: I will be if you'll meet me on the holodeck later. I need your help on the Mishiama wrist-lock and break. If it works on you, I can use it on anyone. Worf: A valid assumption. Who is your first competitor? Tasha: Science Officer Swenson. Worf: You will defeat him easily. Tasha: I'm more concerned with Lieutenant Minnerly's kick boxing. Worf: You are favored in the ship's pool. Tasha: You bet on me? Worf: A sure thing. Laforge: Captain, estimated rendezvous with the shuttle in one hour and ten minutes. Picard: Thank you, Lieutenant. Laforge: Aye, sir. Picard: It'll be good to have Counselor Troi back, won't it, Number One? Riker: It certainly will. Worf: Sir, I'm receiving an emergency transmission from the shuttle. Picard: On main viewer. Tasha: I can't, sir. We're receiving audio only. Picard: Open the frequency. Tasha: Aye, sir. Prieto: What a jolt! Riker: Position report. Prieto: Sir, I have an onboard systems failure. You'll have to tell me where I am. Laforge: I read your coordinates at three seven zero point two three six. Confirm. Prieto: I can't confirm. My instruments are haywire. Picard: Lieutenant Prieto, is Counselor Troi all right? Prieto: Yes, sir. Just a little shaken. We're being buffeted a bit. Losing more power! My flight control computer's fried. Picard: Main Engineering. Lynch: Lieutenant Commander Leland T. Lynch here, sir. Picard: How long before we can return to warp power? Lynch: Captain, I'm in the middle of realigning the dilithium crystals. Picard: There is an emergency. We need warp drive. How long? Lynch: Twenty minutes. Maybe more. Picard: We don't have it, Mister Lynch. Lynch: I'll align it by hand. Picard: Whatever it takes. Lynch: Aye, sir. Laforge: Shuttle, this is the Enterprise. Your coordinates now read two three seven point one zero one. Ben, you're dangerously close to a planet. Prieto: I can see it. Data: The planet is Vagra Two, sir, in the Zed Lapis sector. Uninhabited. Picard: Lieutenant, report! Troi: This is Counselor Troi. I'll relay, sir. The pilot is busy. We've lost most of our impulse power. Picard: Engineering, status report. Lynch: Working on it, Captain. Three minutes. Lynch: But there are no guarantees. Prieto: Captain, we're out of control. We're caught in the planet's gravity. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We've lost all contact with shuttlecraft thirteen, and can only assume they've crash-landed on Vagra Two. Meanwhile, main Engineering is trying to return us to warp power. Lynch: Forget the final check. Initiate start-up sequence. Computer: Beginning check list. Lynch: Override. We are going directly to start-up. Computer: That procedure is not recommended. Lynch: Understood. Now. Prime matter-antimatter injectors. Set ratio at twenty-five to one Computer: Ratio set. Lynch: Power engine core. Inject reactants. Lynch: Leland T. Lynch here, Captain. We now have minimum warp drive. Laforge: Course plotted and set for Vagra Two. Picard: Warp eight. Lynch: I said minimum warp drive, Captain. Picard: You heard the order, Mister Lynch. Make it so. Lynch: Yes, sir. Laforge: Approaching Vagra Two, Captain. Data: Strange, sir. There's no emergency signal from the shuttle as yet. Picard: What is this place, Mister Data? Data: There is little information in the library computer other than the fact of its existence. Our sensor show no signs of life forms, virtually no vegetation. Riker: Atmosphere? Data: Minimum for our needs, sir. Picard: Standard orbit. Laforge: Aye, sir. Standard orbit. Worf: I've located the shuttle. Picard: Life signs? Worf: Not yet, sir. Still probing. It appears to be buried under a lot of debris. I may have something, sir. Faint life signs. Very faint. Riker: How many? Worf: There's no way of telling from here. Picard: Data, can we beam up the injured? Data: No, sir. Our sensors are not fully penetrating whatever the debris is. Picard: That's very unusual. Data: Yes, sir. I cannot explain. Picard: Number One, prepare your away team. Riker: Right away. Data, Yar. Picard: Doctor Crusher, have you been monitoring all this? Crusher: Yes. I'll meet the away team in transporter room four. Crusher: Let's go. The life signs are weak. Riker: What is this? Tasha: No idea. We'll go around, just to be on the safe side. Tasha: Let's try the other way. Riker: Enterprise, this is Riker. We've got a problem. Picard: What kind of problem, Number One? Riker: I'm not sure yet. There appears to be some kind of a slick blocking our path. Will keep you apprised. Picard: Maintain an open frequency. Riker: Aye, sir. Riker: Analysis, Mister Data. Data: Inconclusive, sir. I cannot tell you what it is, but I can tell you what it is not. Riker: Explain. Data: There is no evidence of neural or circulatory systems. No internal organs. Cellular structure unknown. It does not have any proteins which are known to us. Crusher: It's narrower over here. We can get over it. Riker: How is it moving, Data? Data: I do not know, sir. It does not appear to have a skeletal framework or musculature. Riker: Then what's causing it to move? Data: It appears to be following us, sir. Riker: No sign of intelligence, no brain as we know it, yet evidence of thought, Mister Data? Data: Insufficient information, sir. Picard: Is it a life form, Data? Data: Again, insufficient information, sir. Picard: Theorize. Data: It is possible. Armus: Very good, tin man. Picard: What is it, Number One? What are you seeing? Riker: Trouble. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. While on a mission to rescue survivors from an unexplained shuttle crash, the away team has encountered a strange creature which seems able to assume different forms, including one which resembles humanoid. Picard: Easy, Number One. Let's find out what it is we're dealing with. Riker: Agreed, Captain. Picard: Number One, I don't believe that the location of the crash and the proximity of the creature is a coincidence. Riker: I am Commander William Riker of the USS Enterprise. Armus: I am Armus. Why are you here? Riker: We mean you no harm. We have injured crewmen in the shuttlecraft. We need to get to them. May we pass? Armus: You haven't given me a good enough reason. Riker: Preserving life, all life, is very important to us. Armus: Why? Riker: We believe everything in the universe has a right to exist. Armus: An interesting notion which I do not share. You may now leave, if you wish. Tasha: We're not going without our shuttle crew. Armus: I warn you. Tasha: Enough! We have people who need attention. We won't hurt you, but we must help them. Picard: Number One! Riker: The creature attacked us. Lieutenant Yar is down. Data: It seems to feed on our phaser energy. Riker: We had no effect on it. Picard: What's Lieutenant Yar's condition? Doctor Crusher, report! Crusher: She's dead. Picard: Transporter room, get them up, now. Crusher: I need her in Sickbay now. Picard: Go to Yellow Alert, Lieutenant Worf. I'll be in Sickbay. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Status, Doctor? Crusher: Unchanged. Picard: Can you bring her back? Crusher: We'll see. Neural stimulator. Nurse: Neural stimulator locked in. Crusher: Interlock current feeds. Set sensitivity factor to four point four. Nurse: Affirmative. Nurse 2: Monitoring two point three, one point eight. Riker: You did it. Crusher: No. I've got her on full support. There is no independent brain function. Nurse 2: Current feeds operating. Nurse: She's not responding, Doctor. Her synaptic network is breaking down. Crusher: Inject norep. Nurse: Neurons are beginning to depolarize. Crusher: Let's go for direct reticular stimulation. Nurse: Direct? Crusher: Do it! Increase to seventy microvolts. Crusher: Eighty five microvolts. Again. Ninety. Again. Again. She's gone. Picard: Gone? Crusher: There was too much synaptic damage. That thing just sucked the life right out of her. There's nothing I can do. Armus: Your friends have deserted you. They're not coming back. Troi: You're wrong. Armus: I killed one of them. Troi: Yes. I know. Armus: How could you be in there and know that? Troi: I felt her die. Armus: Do you want to know why I killed her? Troi: Your answer would be meaningless. That act had no reason. Armus: Exactly. It had no meaning. I did it because I wanted to. It amused me. Troi: No. You thought it would amuse you, but it didn't. You felt no satisfaction. Armus: No. It was too easy. Troi: You wanted her to suffer. You have a great need. Armus: I need nothing. Troi: Liar. End this. Let us go. Armus: Not yet. Troi: They won't give you what you want. Armus: And what is that? Troi: To break their spirit. Armus: Oh, is that what I want? If breaking their spirit will amuse me, then that's what I will have. Troi: Never. Crusher: She didn't do anything. Her phaser was lowered. Data: She only wanted to get to Troi and Lieutenant Prieto. Riker: There was nothing provocative about what she did. Crusher: She was killed in a brutal, senseless act. Picard: Lieutenant Yar's death is very painful for all of us. We will have to deal with it as best we can for now. Until the shuttle crew is safely beamed aboard this ship, our feelings will have to wait. Is that understood? Lieutenant Worf, you are now Acting Chief of Security. Worf: I will do my best, sir. Picard: Doctor, what is the state of the shuttle crew? Crusher: We're still receiving faint life signs, but the sensor readings are fluctuating. They may not be accurate. Data: Armus is capable of creating undefined forcefields. In effect, we are powerless to communicate or use the transporter unless it allows it. Picard: A creature against whom we seem to have no defense. Number One? Riker: It's down on that planet waiting for us to come back. It killed Tasha and it could have killed us, but it didn't. Deanna and Ben are alive for a reason, and it knows we're not going anywhere as long as they're still alive. Picard: Are you saying it's attack on Yar was not arbitrary but part of some tactic? Riker: The only way to find out is to go back down. Laforge: Commander, I may be able to see something in the creature which might be helpful. Picard: Agreed. Prepare your away team, Number One. Riker: Lieutenant Worf? Worf: I will remain on the ship. The object here is not to engage the creature in battle. The goal is the safe return of Counselor Troi and Lieutenant Prieto. I can best accomplish this at the Tactical Station. Picard: Very good. Number One? Riker: Enterprise. Picard: Number One. Riker: We're approaching the shuttlecraft. The creature is covering it. Armus: I lied to you. They came back. Troi: Let me talk with them. Armus: No. Troi: Why? Does the thought of my having contact with them make you uneasy? Armus: No. Not being able to contact you, not knowing if you are alive, makes them uneasy. Can't you feel how worried they are? Troi: Yes. Yes, they are worried. Armus: They care for you. You must be very special. Troi: We are members of a community. We all care for one another. Armus: Equally? Troi: You were really surprised they came back. Armus: Yes. Troi: Why? Because the others did not? Armus: What others? Troi: You can't hide the emptiness from me. The others. The ones who hurt you. Who left you alone, rejected. The ones who make you so angry. Armus: What do you know of them? Troi: Only what you tell me. Armus: I will tell you nothing. Troi: Not now. But soon. Worf: Captain, look at this. The force of the energy field around the shuttlecraft decreased for a few moments when the creature was draped over it. Picard: But not low enough to beam them out. Worf: Almost. Wesley: It's approaching the away team now, and the energy field over the shuttlecraft is back to full intensity. Picard: Chart it. I want to see if there's a pattern. Worf: Aye, sir. Armus: She said you'd be back. Riker: Then she is alive. Armus: For now. Why have you returned? Riker: We have no choice. We're here to negotiate for our team. What do you want? Armus: Maybe I want nothing. Riker: Then you would have killed all of us. Armus: I still might. Riker: What do you want? Tell me. Maybe we can reach an accommodation. Armus: If I tell you, will you give it to me? Riker: I might. It depends. Crusher: I am a doctor. I need to treat our injured friends. Armus: Say please. Crusher: Please. Armus: You ask nicely. I will allow it. Wait! I've changed my mind. Talk to her from here. Crusher: How? Troi, can you hear me? Beverly: Deanna, are you all right? Troi: Beverly? Troi: I can hear you. Crusher: Are you all right? Troi: Yes. Crusher: We've encountered some difficulty. Troi: I know. Riker: She needs our help. Armus: So what. Crusher: Our friends are suffering only a few meters away, yet you block our path. Why? Armus: You are all ungrateful. Crusher: What is he made of? Data: It did not register on the tricorder. Armus: It? Does that mean I am not alive? Data: No. Clearly you are some kind of intelligent form. Armus: But you said I did not register on your instrument. Perhaps your instruments are useless. Armus: Don't help him. Riker: Data. Data: Half meter to the right, Geordi. Armus: Aren't you going to lead him to his sight again, robot? Data: No. You will just move it again, and I will not help you hurt him. Armus: Then give it to him. I will find something else to amuse me. Armus: You said they wouldn't amuse me. You were right. Troi: And the emptiness remains. You sound so alone. Armus: I am alone. Troi: Abandoned. Who deserted you? Armus: Creatures whose beauty now dazzles all who see them. They would not exist without me. Troi: You were together? Armus: They perfected a means of bringing to the surface all that was evil and negative within. Erupting, spreading, connecting. In time it formed second skin, dank and vile. Troi: You. Armus: Yes. Troi: They diskarded you and left. Armus: And here I am. Troi: You have my pity. Armus: Your pity? Save that for yourself. Riker: Help! Data, something's got me! Armus: Touch him and he dies. Riker: No! No, don't! Data: Enterprise? Data: Armus has enveloped Commander Riker. Picard: I'm beaming you up. Armus: If any of you leave now, he dies. Armus: And so do the survivors of the crash. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. There is grave danger to the crew on Vagra Two. My first officer is missing, attacked by this entity known as Armus. Worf: Captain, perhaps you should look at this. We have the chart of the energy field surrounding the shuttle. Picard: There are a great deal of fluctuations. Worf: Yes, but there is a pattern. Here is when it killed Lieutenant Yar, and here is when it absorbed Commander Riker. Picard: And here, here, where the energy is lowest? Worf: Both times it had enveloped the shuttle. Picard: It has something to do with Counselor Troi. Somehow when it's dealing with her, the energy field is affected. I want to talk to her. I'm going to beam down. Lieutenant Worf, you have the conn. Troi: Imzadi! No! Please, stop hurting him! Armus: He resists. If he would give himself over, the pain would diminish. He struggles. You should feel his strength. Troi: I can. Armus: Should I let him go? Troi: You only ask to torment me. Armus: Perhaps. Troi: How should I answer? What can I offer except myself? Armus: And would you give yourself for him? Would you give that much? Troi: Yes. Without hesitation. Armus: Just for him? Troi: No, not just for him. I would do the same for any of the others. Armus, you have me. Let them go. Armus: Perhaps. Ah, another has arrived. Armus: You are the one in charge? Picard: Is Commander Riker alive? Armus: Answer, Tin Man. Data: I would guess that death is no longer sufficient entertainment to alleviate its boredom. Therefore, Commander Riker is alive. Armus: Maybe. Don't you want to ask me what I want? Picard: No. Armus: Not even to protect your own existence? Picard: I want to see my people in the shuttle. Armus: Entertain me. Then I will do it myself. You, Tin Man. Armus: Now tell me, how would you feel if you were the instrument of death for your leader? Picard: Don't struggle, Data. Data: I have no control over what you do with the phaser. Therefore, I would not be the instrument of his death. Armus: Perhaps killing the Doctor would engender more feeling? Data: No, the control is still yours. Armus: And what about you, Doctor? Are you ready to die? Tell me you are not afraid. Crusher: I am afraid. Armus: Beg me to spare you. Crusher: No. Armus: One of you is going to die, and you, Doctor, get to choose. You don't like that, do you? Crusher: Then I choose myself. Armus: No. You are going to live. One of them dies. Armus: Maybe this one. Though I would not call it death, since he is only a device. Tell me, Tin Man, how does it feel to face your own extinction. Data: Curious. You are capable of great sadism and cruelty. Interesting. No redeeming qualities. Armus: So what do you think? Data: I think you should be destroyed. Armus: A moral judgment from a machine. Picard: Data. Armus, we're finished dealing with you. Armus: I have your man in here, and the others in the shuttle. Picard: It doesn't matter. We will no longer be a source of amusement. Armus: I can kill them. Picard: Yes. You can. But only I can command them. They follow my orders. Armus: Have them amuse me. Picard: Only if you let me see my people on the shuttle first. I must see them. Armus: Not possible. Picard: Then our business with you is concluded. Armus: And you claim you care about your comrades. Picard: I care. Which is why I must see them. Armus: You want to see your people? Then, here. Look at this one. Crusher: He's alive. Don't move. Picard: Is he all right? Crusher: All signs show normal. Riker: So much frustration. It had to get rid of me. Picard: Now, let me see the others. Armus: No. Picard: I will not allow my people to entertain you until you do. Armus: They are incapable of entertaining me. Picard: I want the four of you out of here. Enterprise, beam up the away team immediately. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: They're no longer involved. This is between you and me. Armus: They may leave. Picard: Now. Armus: I want to leave this place. Picard: You want me to give you transportation? Armus: For which I will trade you lives. Picard: I must see my people in the shuttle. Armus: Will you give me what I want? Picard: I have the means. But first I must see my people. Armus: If you must. Picard: Troi, are you all right? Troi: Yes, but Ben is not. Picard: He's alive. Troi: Were you able to help Tasha? Picard: No. Troi. Troi, we must talk. I believe it's possible to outmaneuver this creature, and beam you and Ben back up to the ship. We've been monitoring the energy field that surrounds the shuttle. When the creature is here, the field weakens. Do you know why? Troi: The creature is filled with rage. Undirected, unfocused rage. When he confronts it, his guard goes down because he's feeling it instead of suppressing it. Acknowledging his needs makes him vulnerable. Picard: What caused the rage? Troi: He was left here. Abandoned. Worf: The forcefield will have to drop below two point seven before we can beam them up. Armus: Satisfied? Picard: Yes. Armus: Then can we leave? Picard: Where do you want to go? Do you want to try to find those who left you here? Armus: She told you about them. Picard: How long have you been here? Armus: Since they left. A very long time. Picard: A long time to be alone. Armus: Save your compassion. It's revolting. You offer it like a prize when in fact it's an insult. Picard: Because you feel unworthy. Armus: You overrate your gift. You humans are puny, weak. Picard: But our spirit, it is indomitable. Armus: And still you die from a flake of my power. Picard: A great poet once said, 'all spirits are enslaved that serve things evil'. Armus: You do not understand. I do not serve things evil. I am evil. Picard: Oh, no, you are not. Armus: I am a skin of evil left here by a race of Titans who believed if they rid themselves of me, they would free the bonds of destructiveness. Picard: Yes. So here you are. Feeding on your own loneliness. Consumed by your own pain. Believing your own lies. Worf: Set the computer. When the energy level reaches two point six point two zero five, automatically beam up Troi and Prieto. We'll do a parallel transport on the Captain. Wesley: Yes, sir. Picard: You say you are true evil? Shall I tell you what true evil is? It is to submit to you. It is when we surrender our freedom, our dignity, instead of defying you. Armus: I will kill you, and those in there. Picard: But you will still be here. In this place. For ever. Alone. Immortal. Computer: Stand by for parallel transport. Worf: The energy level has dropped to two point six point three. Picard: That's your real fear. Never to die. Never again to be united with those who left you here. Worf: Energy field is two point six. Computer beginning transport. Picard: I'm not taking you anywhere. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41602.1. The shuttlecraft has been destroyed to prevent any possibility of Armus leaving the planet. Vagra Two will be declared off limits. But the damage has been done. One of the saddest duties I've ever had to perform is now ahead of me. Picard: We are here together to honor our friend and comrade, Lieutenant Natasha Yar. Coming to terms with the loss of a colleague is perhaps the most difficult tasks we must face in the work we have chosen to pursue. We will all find time to grieve for her in the days that are ahead, but for now she has asked that we celebrate her life with this. Tasha: Hello, my friends. You are here now watching this image of me because I have died. It probably happened while I was on duty, and quickly, which is what I expected. Never forget I died doing exactly what I chose to do. What I want you to know is how much I loved my life, and those of you who shared it with me. You are my family. You all know where I came from and what my life was like before. But Starfleet took that frightened, angry young girl and tempered her. I have been blessed with your friendship and your love. Will Riker, you are the best. You trusted me, you encouraged me, and most of all you made me laugh. Deanna, you are capable of so much love. You taught me without ever having to say a word. I realized I could be feminine without losing anything. Ah, Worf. We are so much alike, you and I. Both warriors, orphans who found ourselves this family. I hope I met death with my eyes wide open. Beverly. Your fierce devotion comes from within. It can't be diminished. From you, I have learned to strive for excellence, no matter what the personal cost. Wesley, I'm sorry I won't be able to see you grow into the exceptional man you'll be. But your kindness and innocence are ageless. Geordi, in those moments I felt the most despair, you took my hand and helped me to see things differently. You taught me to look beyond the moment. My friend Data. You see things with the wonder of a child, and that makes you more human than any of us. Captain Jean-Luc Picard. I wish I could say you've been like a father to me, but I've never had one, so I don't know what it feels like. But if there was someone in this universe I could choose to be like, someone who I would want to make proud of me, it's you. You who have the heart of an explorer and the soul of a poet. So, you'll understand when I say, death is that state in which one exists only in the memory of others. Which is why it is not an end. No goodbyes. Just good memories. Hailing frequencies closed, sir. Picard: Au revoir, Natasha. The gathering is concluded. Data: Sir, the purpose of this gathering confuses me. Picard: Oh? How so? Data: My thoughts are not for Tasha, but for myself. I keep thinking how empty it will feel without her presence. Did I miss the point? Picard: No, you didn't, Data. You got it.

Picard: All hands, this is the Captain. As you may know, the sun in the Delos system is undergoing large-scale magnetic field changes, producing violent, gigantic flares. Now, we shall be studying this star at close range. Even though we shall be running with full deflectors, the closeness of this event and its severity are going to create problems. Picard: Intense magnetic fields have a disruptive effect on electrical systems. Therefore we can expect communications interruptions, as well as potential temporary loss of other systems. As a precaution, we are now going to Yellow Alert. Stay sharp, everyone. Computer: Attention all decks. Yellow Alert. Data: Engineering, this is Lieutenant Commander Data. Bring all systems online and direct full power to the shields. Data: All sections secure, sir. Picard: Lieutenant La Forge? Laforge: Course is set, Captain. Picard: Half impulse. Laforge: Aye, sir, one half impulse. Picard: On main viewer. Mask out the photosphere. Magnify. Quadrant one seven, magnification factor twelve. Riker: I've never seen anything like this before. The violence of these eruptions is awesome. Data: Captain, I'm reading an unusual number of sunspots and eruptive prominences, sir. The magnetic field is extremely irregular. Wesley: Captain, deflectors are being hit by a huge burst of X-rays. Wesley: Wow! Look. Captain, my console seems to be overloading. Worf: The X-ray burst is disrupting systems, Captain. I'm adjusting deflectors to compensate. Worf: Engineering, increase power to forward shields. Crewwoman: Forward deflectors online, sir. Picard: Status report. Worf: All systems operational, sir. Troi: Captain, the level of tension on the ship is mounting. Picard: Understandable. Mister Data? Data: If we are to investigate, sir, we must get closer. Picard: Mister La Forge, move us in closer. This is the Captain. We will be pushing the shields to the limit, but we are getting a splendid view of this phenomenon. Worf: Captain, I have intercepted what appears to be a distress signal. Picard: Let me hear it. T'Jon: This is T'Jon. I am on the Ornaran freighter . We have a serious problem here. Can't seem to fix it. We need help. Data: The transmission is coming from a freighter in orbit around the fourth planet in the system. However, the receiving station is on the third planet. Picard: Open hailing frequencies. Tasha: Hailing frequencies open. Picard: Unidentified freighter, this is the USS Enterprise. May we be of assistance? T'Jon: Whoever you are, yes! I'm having trouble navigating. We can't maintain a steady course. Please help us if you can. Picard: Can't you enhance the frequency? Tasha: Too much interference. Picard: Set course to intersect with the freighter. Warp two. Laforge: Aye, sir. Picard: Maintain Yellow Alert. T'Jon: I can't control the helm any longer. I'm losing orbit. We're heading into the atmosphere. Please, do something. We're going to burn up. We haven't much time. Worf: It is a freighter, very old. Data: Captain, our sensors are being severely affected by the sun flares. Picard: Helm, take us in as close as possible to the freighter's orbit. Laforge: Moving in, sir. Data: There are six life forms aboard the freighter, sir. Worf: Captain, the freighter's orbit is decaying. Picard: How long before it loses integrity? Worf: A matter of minutes. Picard: Unidentified freighter, this is the USS Enterprise. T'Jon: Enterprise, this is the Ornaran freighter Sanction. Picard: Put this on the main viewer. Tasha: The visual transmission is still breaking up. Picard: Freighter Sanction, this is the Enterprise. What is your situation? Voices: Not so good. Helm isn't working right. What is the problem? Picard: This is the Enterprise. With all this interference it is difficult to copy your transmission. If you all talk at once it is almost impossible. Now, please say again. What is your situation? T'Jon: I am T'Jon, Captain of the Sanction. Picard: At last. How can we help? T'Jon: We have lost, I don't know, something. I am no longer able to maintain this orbit, nor am I able to use the main thrusters. It's all, you know, dead, I guess. It's all shut down? Picard: Well, that is a little vague. What is the computer analysis? T'Jon: Well, the computer's not working very well. Picard: Data, can you tap into their computer and clarify the situation? Data: I will attempt it, sir. Tasha: Captain, the tractor beam is available, if you want it. Riker: At least we can pull them out of orbit before they enter the atmosphere. Picard: Freighter, we're going to lock on the tractor beam and pull you out of orbit. T'Jon: Hey, that's, that's great. Worf: Captain, the freighter's orbit continues to deteriorate. Tasha: The solar flares are interfering with the tractor beam, Captain. I can't lock on. Picard: Captain T'Jon, we are unable to attach our tractor beam because of the intense solar activity. T'Jon: I understand. Thanks for trying. Data: Sir, I have determined what is malfunctioning on the freighter. Picard: Captain, we have analyzed your problem. T'Jon: Great. Picard: Data. Data: Your ship's design uses an electromagnetic coil to constrict the exhaust flow. That coil is misaligned. T'Jon: Really? Picard: Do you have the necessary tools to realign the coil? T'Jon: I don't think so. Laforge: I believe, Captain, we can provide them with a temporary substitute. Our ship's stores contain a coil of the proper type. Riker: Can we beam one over? Tasha: Yes. Picard: Captain, we're beaming over a replacement coil. T'Jon: That's great. And that'll fix us up? Picard: Yes, once it's installled. T'Jon: Right. And how do we do that? Picard: What is the matter with these people? How can he be Captain of that vessel and not understand its simplest function? Picard: Captain, how long have you been in command of this freighter? T'Jon: Seven years. This is my twenty-sixth voyage to Brekka. Picard: And you don't know how to align a control coil? T'Jon: It's never come up. Riker: Can anyone else over there do it? T'Jon: Hold on. I'll ask. Sorry. Nobody here knows anything about it. Riker: I'd better get over with a team. Tasha: Captain, I strongly recommend against anyone from this ship beaming over. The solar interference is too great. Worf: The freighter has entered the planet's atmosphere. Disintegration is imminent. Riker: We're running out of options. Picard: Let's get them off there. T'Jon, stand by to beam over. T'Jon: If you think that's best. Picard: Unless you have any other options, yes, I think that's best. T'Jon: Whatever you say. Tasha: I can't maintain a positive lock. Wesley: Unusual E-M burst, sir. Readings off scale. Riker: Freighter Sanction, this is the Enterprise. We're having difficulty getting a fix. Tasha: Have them go to their own transporter room. It will be tricky, but perhaps I can link the two transporters in series and get them over with the increased power. Riker: It's worth a try. Captain T'Jon go to your transporter room. Contact me from there. T'Jon: Right, Enterprise. It's right next door. But if you can't get us with your transporter, what makes you think ours will do the job? Tasha: I'm going to interconnect them. T'Jon: I didn't know you could do that. Tasha: Hurry! We're running out of time. T'Jon: We're on our way. Tasha: I don't think they're going to make it. Riker: Captain T'Jon doesn't sound like he cares one way or the other. Tasha: Worf, how much time do we have? Worf: One minute, twenty eight seconds. Tasha: Captain T'Jon, are you there? T'Jon: We're in the transporter room. Tasha: Great. Activate your transporter. Set coordinates nine seven zero three mark two six eight. T'Jon: Did you say two eight six or eight eight six. Tasha: Mark two six eight! T'Jon: Got it. Worf: Sir, the hull temperature of the freighter is passing three thousand degrees. Picard: What's the hold up, Number One? Riker: We're establishing the link right now. T'Jon: We're ready. Tasha: Then all six of you, get on the transporter platform. On my signal, energize. I've got their initial transporter signal. Interlock complete. Energize on my mark. Four, three, two, one, energize. Picard: Number One, did you get them off? Riker: No, sir. They stayed in the freighter Riker: But they beamed over their cargo. Picard: Cargo? Are those people crazy? What could possibly be so important? Worf: Sir, the freighter is disintegrating. Picard: Their lives are in danger and they're beaming over cargo? Number One, I don't understand these people. Laforge: Captain, the freighter's hull temperature is approaching critical. Riker: Unbelievable. Picard: We're losing the freighter. Got to beam those people over now. Riker: Clear the cargo. Beam it to a hold. Tasha: Aye, sir. Riker: Freighter Sanction, this is the Enterprise, Get to your transporter pad and. No, forget about that. Lock on to any life form you can find and get them over now. Tasha: Trying, sir. Laforge: The freighter is going down. Picard: Transporter Room. You're out of time. Tasha: Reading six life forms, but I can't get a solid lock. Riker: We have no choice. Energize. I thought you said there were six. Where are the other two? Tasha: The lock didn't hold. Riker: Re-establish. Tasha: It's too late. Picard: Number One? Riker: Two are lost, sir. But we saved four. I'm Commander William Riker of the USS Enterprise. I'm sorry we were unable to rescue the other two. We did everything we could. If you had come instead of sending your cargo, you all would have made it. T'Jon: The cargo. Where is it? Romas: You did save it, didn't you? Riker: Yes, we did. It's in one of our cargo holds. You act like it's more important than your comrades. T'Jon: The cargo. May we see it? Riker: Follow me. T'Jon: Thank you. Thank you. We thought we had lost it. Sobi: Careful with your choice of words, T'Jon. It's ours, not yours. T'Jon: We paid a fair price for it! Langor: You offered a fair price. We have not received it. Romas: You accepted our goods in trade! Sobi: Then where are they? Tell me. T'Jon: That's not our problem. Langor: No more than the barrel is your property. It's as simple as this. The goods were never delivered. They were destroyed with your ship. Sobi: Hence the deal was incomplete. Hence possession of the felicium remains ours. Romas: We need it. Sobi: Commander, I request you transport my associate and myself down to Brekka, with our merchandise. T'Jon: Yes, get them out of here. But the barrel stays. Langor: There's no reasoning with you. Sobi: Langor, you expect too much from them. You always have, and you've always been disappointed. You didn't pay for it, therefore it's not yours. T'Jon: Damn you, Sobi. Tasha: Stop this. Now! Riker: Security to cargo bay eleven. Tasha: Behave yourselves, gentlemen. Tasha: Escort our visitors to the observation lounge. Tasha: A natural electrical charge? Riker: Formidable. Tasha: Yes, and a difficult weapon to confiscate. Riker: I have never seen humanoids with that power. Tasha: Neither have I. I wonder how it evolved? Riker: I wonder if the strong magnetic field of their sun might have something to do with it. Tasha: Could be. I wonder how much power our guests can produce? Riker: Or if they need to recharge? Tasha: That's an interesting ability. The question is, how do I defend against it? Riker: You think our visitors pose a threat? Tasha: I don't know. But if they do, I'd better be ready for it. Riker: Precisely, Lieutenant. T'Jon: We have to resolve this soon. There isn't much time. Sobi: What can you offer? T'Jon: Everything we had went down with the Sanction. Sobi: Then it's going to be difficult to accommodate you. Laforge: Solar flares are increasing in magnitude, Captain. Shields are shaky, but they're holding. Picard: Maintain. Picard: How are our rather quarrelsome guests? Tasha: They're waiting for you in the observation lounge, sir. Picard: Data, what information can you give us about the inhabitants of this system? Data: Not very much, sir. The only recorded contact with the Delos system was over two hundred years ago. A scout ship reported two inhabited planets, one of which was on the verge of acquiring space travel. Laforge: Odd that in two centuries neither civilization advanced much further. Troi: Sir, I find it strange that none of our visitors feels much remorse about the two freighter passengers who perished. Yet that barrel of cargo is a source of great anxiety to them. Picard: Yes. Let's pay a call, get some answers. Number One, Mister Data. Mister La Forge, you have the Bridge. Laforge: Aye, sir. Riker: Captain, may I present Sobi and Langor from the planet Brekka, and T'Jon and Romas from Ornara. Picard: I am sorry we couldn't save your ship. T'Jon: Tell me, you could have repaired it. Picard: Oh, yes. T'Jon: We have only two left. Neither works properly. They are critical to our survival. Will you fix them? Picard: Mister Data? Data: Our computer has downloaded the specifications for the magnetic coils the freighters depend on. Assuming the malfunction is similar, suitable replacements can be fabricated. Picard: Instruct Engineering to proceed. Data: Aye, sir. T'Jon: Now, as for our cargo. Sobi: Our cargo, Captain. Romas: Wrong, Sobi. Picard: My First Officer has said that ownership of this cargo is in dispute, but this question must be settled by whatever legal mechanism exists between your societies. T'Jon: Captain, you don't understand. This is a matter of life and death. Picard: Why is that? What is this cargo? T'Jon: Medicine. Picard: Indeed? Romas: Our planet is in desperate need, Captain. We have people suffering from a lethal plague. T'Jon: The cargo you have impounded is the only hope of life for our people. Picard: Is that so? Sobi: Yes. Langor: You must think us heartless brutes, Captain, but look at our side of it. The plant which yields the medicine felicium grows only in remote areas of Brekka. Sobi: It must be painstakingly cultivated, harvested, purified. A complex and expensive process. Langor: That single shipment of felicium represents an enormous investment. We can't just give it away. T'Jon: We paid for it. We are asking only for what is ours. Langor: That is your viewpoint. Ours, of course, differs. Romas: You are going to hold to that position? Sobi: I am constrained to abide by the terms of our agreement. Romas: Then you condemn us to death! T'Jon: Romas. Romas: You disgust me! If you could see the suffering the plague has caused. Well, you are going to, when you see what it does to us. Picard: Romas, are you and T'Jon carrying this plague? Romas: Yes. Every Ornaran does. Picard: Then you may have brought it aboard this ship. Was there a medical scan when they transported? Riker: Unverified. The solar flares could have caused a malfunction in the biofilter. Picard: Med Alert. Medical emergency. Doctor Crusher to the observation lounge at once. Sobi: You find us well, I trust? Crusher: As far as I can tell. Your physiology is somewhat different than I've ever encountered, but I detect no dangerous virus or bacteria. Langor: I assure you we're in perfect health. T'Jon: But we are not. We need our medicine. Sobi: Our medicine. T'Jon: We paid for it. It's ours now. Crusher: Enough! Sobi: Of course. You are right, Doctor. Could we leave now? Crusher: I see no reason why not. Escort them to their quarters. Picard: Doctor. Langor: Captain, could I speak with you please? In private. Crusher: Not right now. Captain. Picard: What have you learned? Crusher: The Brekkians show no sign of infection. The Ornarans show all the symptoms of a disease but I can't find a cause. Picard: Perhaps it was filtered out by the transporter when they were beamed aboard? Crusher: There's no record of it. Then again, the solar flare activity might have caused a malfunction in the biofilters or their monitors. Picard: Are they going to die? Crusher: I need to check further, but my instinct says no. Picard: Do you think we are in danger from this plague? Crusher: Again, I need more time. Picard: There are some missing pieces to this puzzle. Crusher: What's missing is a little compassion. Picard: Are we losing our professional detachment, Doctor? Crusher: Perhaps. But Captain, I must tell you, I'm developing a very active dislike for these Brekkians. Picard: Understandable. T'Jon: Captain, you must give us back our cargo. Picard: I can't do that. T'Jon: Why? It belongs to us. Picard: The Brekkians claim it belongs to them. Romas: They lie. Picard: That may be so, but it's not my decision. Romas: We need some now. Now! I don't care if it's your decision. Get us some. T'Jon: Captain, what is happening to us, is happening to thousands more on Ornara. Please understand the magnitude of the problem. Romas: Your people don't need it. The Brekkians don't need it. Our people do. T'Jon: If you don't give it to us, you will be a party to murder, not only of us, but of an entire civilization. I'm sorry, I do not mean to insult you. I'm feeling very shaky. Romas: We cannot hold out much longer. Crusher: They believe it will help them. That in itself might control their symptoms. Picard: I'll talk with the Brekkians. T'Jon: Thank you, Captain. We appreciate anything you can do. Sobi: May I say, Captain, how impressed we are with your ship and all its facilities. Picard: Thank you. Langor: And its crew. Everyone is so efficient and professional. Picard: I am glad you are comfortable. I've come to seek your agreement to an Ornaran request. Sobi: We cannot agree Langor: Wait. Let the Captain speak. We want to be reasonable. Picard: The two Ornarans are really quite ill and insisting that they need felicium. Sobi: That is not surprising. Picard: Would you object to giving them enough for their own immediate needs? Sobi: Captain, we Brekkians are in business. We are not in the habit of giving away what has not been paid for. Picard: You would see them die rather than share the medicine? Langor: We want to be fair, Captain. We agree to permitting them two dosages for immediate use. Sobi: No charge. Picard: I'll let my Medical Officer handle it. Langor: Captain, I trust you won't mind if we're present while you open the cargo. Crusher: What does that device do? Sobi: This measures the individual portions. Crusher: What's the dosage? Langor: Point zero one milliliters. Crusher: Very potent substance. Sobi: We've improved our distilllation process over the years. Langor: In my grandfather's day, the same amount of felicium would have filled five rooms this size. Sobi: But now with our improved processes, this one barrel contains over four billion doses. Data: I would estimate four billion, three hundred seventy five million Picard: Thank you, Mister Data. Crusher: How long is the dosage effective? Langor: It varies with the individual. Sobi: But never more than seventy two hours. Crusher: And then the symptoms return. Langor: Yes. Unfortunately, there is no cure for the plague. Sobi: But felicium inhibits the sickness with total efficiency. Langor: Allowing the Ornarans to lead normal lives. Crusher: An unusual disease. Virulent, extremely persistent, yet I can't isolate it. Langor: The plague has baffled doctors on both planets for two hundred years. Sobi: We've therefore concentrated on treatment, finding new ways to improve the potency and purity of felicium. Data: No doubt you have applied your technology from other industries to the refinement of this product. Sobi: We have no other industry. Picard: None at all? Langor: We don't need any. The Ornarans provide us everything we need in exchange for this. Data: Fascinating. Your society is dedicated exclusively to the production of a single product. Picard: A product for which you have no use, but which the Ornarans can't live without. Langor: One of the little ironies of life, Captain. Sobi: But one we'd be fools not to take advantage of. It's mutually beneficial. Langor: The Ornarans provide us with the necessities of life, and we provide them with the necessities of living. It is a fair exchange. Picard: Interesting relationship. Crusher: Excuse me. I'll take that to Sickbay. Crusher: Can I help? T'Jon: No. Romas: Hurry up! Crusher: You're feeling better? T'Jon: Yes, thank you. I'm fine now. Picard: Come. Picard: Doctor. Crusher: I may not know felicium's full effect on Ornarian physiology, but I know how to interpret physical reactions. Picard: Are the Ornarans recovering? Crusher: T'Jon and Romas are feeling fine. In fact, too fine. Felicium's a narcotic. Picard: Then T'Jon, and Romas, indeed everyone on their world? Crusher: Is a drug addict. Riker: I think you'll find it's a fascinating tale that we've come across here, Captain. Picard: You've piqued my interest, Number One. Please continue. Riker: Data, what have we got? Data: Beginning several thousand years ago, the two worlds took different paths. Ornara became technologically sophisticated, Brekka did not. Then two hundred years ago, Ornara was stricken by a devastating plague. Riker: Their advanced technology could provide no solution. Data: Somehow, and there is limited information on this point, the cure was found in a plant indigenous to only Brekka, and which resisted all attempts at cultivation on Ornara. Riker: In any case, a trading situation developed which still exists. Crusher: A nice arrangement for the Brekkians. Riker: And for the Ornarans. Without the medicine, they would all die. Crusher: No they wouldn't. Despite what the Ornarans have been saying, it's not a medicine. It was a medicine, but it cured the plague two hundred years ago. The plague is irrelevant now. It doesn't exist. Riker: Then why are they so desperate for the felicium? Crusher: It's an addiction. The physical and psychological need is very real. Picard: Thank you. Crusher: What are you going to do? Picard: Based on what we know so far, there's nothing I can do. Crusher: You don't think drug addiction and exploitation is sufficient cause to do something? Picard: This situation has existed for a very long time. These two societies are intertwined in a symbiotic relationship. Crusher: With one society profiting at the expense of the other. Picard: That's how you see it. Crusher: I can synthesize a non-addictive substitute which will ease their withdrawal symptoms. Picard: No, I can't do that either. Crusher: You can't let them have the felicium. Picard: Why? Because it offends against our sensibilities? It is not our mission to impose Federation or Earth values on any others in the galaxy. Crusher: Well in this case, Captain, I disagree, one hundred percent. Tasha: Captain, I'm receiving a call from Ornara. The signal is ragged, but I think I can put it on the viewscreen. Picard: Do it. Margan: I'm Margan. Are my people on board your ship? Picard: Some of them, yes. Margan: May I speak to them? Picard: Yes. Lieutenant Yar, have the Ornarans brought in. No, wait, I don't want them to have access to the Bridge. We will contact you in a few minutes. I will continue this in the guest quarters. Commander, Doctor. Wesley: Data, I can understand how this could happen to the Ornarans. What I can't understand is why anyone would voluntarily become dependent on a chemical. Data: Voluntary addiction to drugs is a recurrent theme in many cultures. Tasha: Wesley, no one wants to become dependent. That happens later. Wesley: But it does happen. So why do people start? Tasha: On my home planet, there was so much poverty and violence, that for some the only escape was through drugs. Wesley: How can a chemical substance can provide an escape. Tasha: It doesn't, but it makes you think it does. You have to understand, drugs can make you feel good. They make you feel on top of the world. You're happy, sure of yourself, in control. Wesley: But it's artificial. Tasha: It doesn't feel artificial until the drug wears off. Then you pay the price. Before you know it, you're taking the drug not to feel good, but to keep from feeling bad. Wesley: And that's the trap? Tasha: All you care about is getting your next dosage. Nothing else matters. Wesley: I guess I just don't understand. Tasha: Wesley, I hope you never do. Picard: Lieutenant Yar, we're ready in the guest quarters. Margan: T'Jon. Have you got it? T'Jon: Well, it's here, but Margan: You've got to get it to us. T'Jon, please. We're dying down here. You don't know. It's worse than it's ever been before. T'Jon: I'm doing everything I can. You see, what happened was Margan: Stop! I can't listen any more! T'Jon, there are so many people here. So much suffering. We need the medicine. You've got to get it to us. I can't go on. Help, T'Jon. Please. Picard: I'm sorry. T'Jon: You will take us to our planet and leave us there with our medicine or this person dies. Don't you see I have no choice? We were sent to bring the felicium back. The suffering on my planet is too great. People are dying. It doesn't matter whether we're entitled to it or not. We must have it. Picard: Let him go. T'Jon: You will take us there now, or give us a shuttle. But we must have the medicine. If you refuse, this person will die. Picard: I will not be coerced. T'Jon: I will do it. I will kill him. Picard: No. No, you won't. You're not a killer. T'Jon: Help us, please. Help us. Picard: I'm not sure that I can. Riker: My insides are still shaking, but I'm all right. Langor: Captain Picard, could I see you a moment? Riker: I'll stay here. Picard: Come with me, Doctor. This could be interesting. Langor: We have thought about this a great deal. Sobi: We both of us feel deeply about what is happening on Ornara. Langor: Although it is going to cause hardship to us and to our people, we have decided to give the felicium to them. Sobi: They can pay whenever they are able. Langor: We don't want to be the ones responsible for their suffering. Picard: There goes the other shoe. They know. Crusher: What do they know? Picard: They know that the Ornarans no longer have the plague. They know that felicium is no longer a medicine. So, of course, they are willing to give this shipment because they don't want to take the chance that the Ornarans will lose their addiction. They don't want to lose their only customers. Crusher: How would they have known all that, unless the plague had once infected their world as well. Picard: They were infected. They used the felicium to cure themselves, but somehow their ancestors realized that it was a narcotic. Crusher: They broke the cycle of addiction and never told the Ornarans. They let them continue to believe that without the felicium they would die. Picard: I think it's worse than that. My guess is this refining process of which you are so proud Crusher: is only to increase the potency of the felicium and tighten your grip! Sobi: What are you going to do? Langor: Are you going to tell them? Picard: No. I'm bound by the rules of the United Federation of Planets, which order me not to interfere with other worlds, other cultures. If I were to tell them any of this, I would violate that Prime Directive. Sobi: But you are talking to us about it. Picard: This is information you already know. And so nothing has changed. Langor: If you can't interfere, then you are going to allow the Ornarans to have the felicium? Picard: Yes, I am. Crusher: No! Don't do it. Jean-Luc, this is not a symbiotic relationship. This is exploitation, pure and simple! The Brekkians have caused all of this suffering and hardship only to make their pitiful lives easier! And all of it based on a lie. No, deny them this shipment. It is the least we can do. Picard: From the moment they agreed to give them the felicium, my hands were tied. Langor: You are absolutely right, Captain. It's not your business. T'Jon: Are these the spare parts for our freighters? Romas: They look complicated. T'Jon: Are they already? Tasha: Aligned? T'Jon: Right. Tasha: You'd have to ask the Captain. Laforge: Captain Picard, we've arrived at Ornara and assumed standard orbit. Picard: Acknowledged. Thank you. T'Jon: Captain, please. My planet is suffering. Romas: We beg you to give us our medicine. Picard: The matter is already decided. You're beaming down to your world with the felicium. T'Jon: Great. Romas: I knew it. I knew you'd help us. T'Jon: We thank you. Picard: Don't thank me. Sobi and Langor, they decided to let you have it. Sobi: We'll discuss the payment terms later. Langor: In the mean time, there's no need to deprive you of your needed medicine. T'Jon: That's terrific. Romas: I'm sure we can come to a fair deal for payment. Sobi: May we beam down with you and discuss it? T'Jon: Of course. Romas: You are quite welcome on Ornara. Langor: We appreciate your hospitality. T'Jon: And Captain, we appreciate your gift of the coils. Romas: Once our freighters are fixed, everything'll be back to normal. Picard: No. T'Jon: No? Picard: The coils stay here. Romas: What about our freighters? Picard: You want to repair them, you'll have to learn to do it yourselves. T'Jon: We can't. Romas: If you don't help us, our ships will soon be inoperable. Picard: Quite possibly. Sobi: If you withhold those coils, you'll be disrupting the stability of both our planets. Langor: And interfering with a trade arrangement that has lasted for generations! What of your Prime Directive? Picard: In this situation, Prime Directive prohibits me from helping you. Sobi: That's absurd! Picard: You did not think so when it worked in your favor. Romas: Do you want our world to suffer? Picard: Oh no, I don't want that. T'Jon: Without the freighters, there will be no more shipments of felicium. We will die. Crusher: You must trust yourselves. There are other options. Picard: Ensign, prepare to beam our guests and their cargo down to Ornara. T'Jon: Captain, I hope you realize what you've done to us. Picard: Of that you can be sure. Good luck. Picard: Main Bridge. Crusher: When the Felicium runs out, the people of Ornara will suffer horrible withdrawal pains. Picard: No doubt, but they will pass. Crusher: That seems so cruel. We could have made their burden easier. Picard: Could we have? Perhaps in the short term. But to what end? Hold. Beverly, the Prime Directive is not just a set of rules. It is a philosophy, and a very correct one. History has proved again and again that whenever mankind interferes with a less developed civilization, no matter how well intentioned that interference may be, the results are invariably disastrous. Crusher: It's hard to be philosophical when faced with suffering. Picard: Believe me, Beverly, there was only one decision. Crusher: I just hope it was the right one. Picard: And we may never know. Resume. Picard: Mister La Forge, take us out of orbit. Laforge: Destination, sir? Picard: I don't care. Let's just get some distance between us and this system. Laforge: Aye, sir. Course nine seven zero mark three one eight. Speed, warp three. Riker: Where will that take us, Mister La Forge? Laforge: The Opraline system. Riker: An interesting choice. Why? Laforge: Curiosity. We've never been there. Picard: Engage.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41697.9. We're en route to Sarona Eight for much needed shore leave. The entire crew is looking forward to the diversion. On a personal note, I have allowed myself the luxury of a head start. Dean: I took advantage. Picard: No, no, Lieutenant, the advantage was yours. Come again. En garde. Dean: Interesting move, sir, but what technique was that? Picard: The technique of a desperate man. Dean: Interesting move, sir, but what technique was that? Picard: The technique of a desperate man. Dean: Captain, what was that? Picard: Picard to Bridge. Riker: Captain? Picard: Number One, did something unusual just occur on the Bridge? Riker: Yes, sir. We experienced some kind of loop where everything repeats itself. Picard: Here too. I'm on my way. Picard: Report, Mister Data. Data: Sensors show nothing, sir, but it appears a moment in time repeated itself exactly for everyone. Laforge: Just like a feeling of deja vu. Worf: Reports from all decks coming in, sir. Data: Computers were also affected, which would indicate the phenomenon was not an illusion but occurred in real time. Picard: Number One, find out if anything similar happened in this sector. Worf: Sir, I am receiving an emergency transmission from the Pegos Minor system. Picard: Put it on. Manheim: Five four two point two. I repeat. This is Doctor Paul Manheim. We are in need of help. Urgent. All ships, please respond. I repeat. Coordinates are six six seven two eight point nine Worf: It is an automated signal, sir. I am unable to establish contact. Picard: Shut it off. Mister La Forge, lay in a course on those coordinates. Laforge: Aye, sir. Riker: Captain, you act as if there's a connection between the time distortion and the distress signal. Picard: There is. Paul Manheim. Fifteen years ago he went off to work on experiments relating to non-linear time. It appears he may have achieved some measure of success. Speed warp eight. Laforge: Aye, sir. Warp eight. Picard: Engage. Laforge: Estimated arrival Pegos Minor, four hours, thirty five minutes, seventeen seconds. Riker: I've never heard of Paul Manheim. Picard: Mister Data. Data: A highly respected scientist, considered a visionary, he advanced several time-related theories. One regarding the relationships between time and gravity was quite intriguing. But neither that theory nor any other received wide acceptance. Picard: Fifteen years ago, he assembled a team of scientists to expand that research. They disappeared. Haven't been heard from since. Riker: Did you know him, Captain? Picard: I knew of him. He was teaching at the University when I was in Paris, but I didn't have the pleasure. I must change. Number One, inform me half an hour before we reach those co-ordinates. Keep trying to determine if the time distortion was specifically located on the Enterprise. Riker: Yes, sir. Troi: Captain? Excuse me. Picard: Yes, what is it, Counselor? Troi: I think you would prefer to discuss this in private. Picard: That's not necessary. Go on. Troi: When Professor Manheim's name was mentioned, you reacted with intense emotion. Picard: Yes. Please get to the point. Troi: I don't want to interfere with your personal life, but unresolved strong emotion can affect judgment. Picard: Well, thank you for your concern. Troi: As Ship's Counselor, I offer my assistance. Picard: What do you suggest? Troi: Confronting deep personal issues is not easy for you. You tend to suppress them. There are a few hours until we arrive. Perhaps you should use this time to analyze your feelings and put them into perspective. Picard: Thank you, Counselor. If I should need you further, I'll let you know. Picard: Bridge. Belay that. Computer, estimated arrival at Pegos Minor. Computer: Two hours, nine minutes. Picard: Holodeck three. Picard: Computer, this is Captain Picard. Computer: Holodeck three is clear. Picard: Location, Paris, Cafe des Artistes, as it appeared twenty two years ago. April the ninth, fifteen hundred hours, three o'clock. Warm spring day. Computer: Program complete. Edouard: Monsieur, welcome to the Cafe des Artistes. Is this your first time in Paris? Picard: No. Edouard: This way. Picard: That table. Edouard: Mais oui, bien sur, monsieur. We are here to please you. Picard: I've been away far too long. Edouard: Some wine, some cheese? Picard: I'm not very hungry. I really came for the view. Edouard: Perhaps what you hunger for is not on the menu. Picard: Perhaps not. It was many years ago, I had a rendezvous. I was to meet someone. Someone here, at this very table. Edouard: Your young lady, she did not come? Picard: Actually, I don't know. I always imagined that she did. Edouard: You, however, did not. Ah. Well, trust Edouard. I will bring something very special, just for you. Francine: Let's go. We've waited long enough. Gabrielle: Fine. You go. I'll stay a little longer. Francine: He's not coming, Gabrielle. Gabrielle: No, after last night, I know he will. I just know. Francine: Then he would be here. You are making a fool out of yourself, and I will not watch. Gabrielle: Do we know each other? Picard: No. Gabrielle: The way you look at me, do I remind you of someone? Picard: No. Yes, you do, somewhat. Gabrielle: He's not coming. Why? What did I do to drive him away? Picard: Maybe you did nothing. Maybe he had no choice. Maybe he was afraid. Gabrielle: Of what? Of me? Picard: Oh, of being connected, rooted. Perhaps if he's as young as you are, he doesn't know yet exactly what he wants to do. Maybe. Enough of this self-indulgence. Exit. Riker: Captain, we've received communication from the freighter Lalo, as well as from a farming colony on Coltar Four. Both described the same time distortion. The Captain of the Lalo described it a hiccup. Picard: Hiccup? Data: Actually sir, that may be an incorrect analogy. Picard: How so, Data? Data: A hiccup is a spasmodic inhalation with closure of the glottis. accompanied by a peculiar sound. If we were to continue this analogy to a body function, what occurred would be best represented by a Picard: That's enough, Data. Have you been able to learn more specifics about the Manheim project? Data: All I have found sir, is what you already know. Manheim was concentrating on time gravity experiments when he left. Laforge: Captain, we've reached the coordinates specified. There's nothing here. Worf: I'm receiving new coordinates. It's a relay signal. Same source as the first one. Laforge: What are they, Worf? Worf: Six six four point eight by one three two three point seven by four nine four nine point nine. Laforge: Very remote area, sir. It's in the middle of the Vandor system, a binary star system. Main star's a B class giant, the companion star's a pulsar. Picard: Set course for the new coordinates, Mister La Forge. Laforge: Aye, sir. Riker: Why is he making it this difficult to find him? Picard: Hopefully he'll tell us, Number One. Laforge: We have reached the coordinates, Captain. Data: Sensors indicate it is Vandor Four, a planetoid in elliptical orbit around the binary system. Picard: Standard orbit, Mister La Forge. Laforge: Aye, sir. Picard: Give me a visual. Worf: Viewscreen on. There's a small forcefield on the planet. Latitude twenty degrees, nine minutes north. Longitude forty degrees, two minutes east of the present terminator. Picard: Penetrable? Data: No, sir. Picard: Open hailing frequencies. Worf: Hailing frequencies open, sir. Picard: This is Captain. This is the Captain of the USS Enterprise responding to your signal for help. Jenice: Enterprise, thank you for hearing us. Where are you? Picard: We're in orbit around Vandor now. Jenice: Then you can help me. I don't know what to do. It's only the two of us left. He's having convulsions. Please. Picard: Can you lock on to her coordinates? Laforge: No, sir. The forcefield is preventing any kind of contact other than audio. Picard: There is a force field at your location. Jenice: Yes. I know. Picard: Good. But it is preventing us from helping you. Now, you must find some way to shut it down. Jenice: I'll try. Worf: Force field is off. Picard: Good. Lock onto their coordinates. Beam them up directly to Sickbay. Doctor Crusher, prepare for a Medical Emergency. Two to beam directly up to Sickbay. Crusher: We'll be ready, Captain. Picard: That's where I'll be. Number One. Mister Data. Crusher: I'll help. Easy. Easy. Crusher: I've got his legs. How long has he been like this? Jenice: Several hours at least. He was in his lab, so I can't be sure. Crusher: I need to do some tests. Picard: Er, I, er. Jenice: Jean-Luc. I thought the voice sounded familiar. Picard: Hello. Jenice: I should have known. Who else would have charged to my rescue? Picard: This is my First Officer, Commander William Riker. Lieutenant Commander Data. This is Jenice Manheim. Riker: A pleasure, Mrs. Manheim. Jenice: Thank you. Picard: I have a number of questions for you. Jenice: I hope I can be of some help. Picard: Why don't we sit down? Picard: You said there were only two of you left. What happened to the rest of the crew? Jenice: They were working in the second lab. Something happened there a few weeks ago. They were all killed. It was a terrible accident. I don't know exactly what happened. So many brilliant, wonderful minds, just gone. Data: Do you know the nature of Doctor Manheim's work? Jenice: Paul's always been interested in time. He's never believed that it was immutable, any more than space is immutable. Over the last decade, he came to believe that we reside in one of infinite dimensions, and what holds us here is the constancy of time. Change that and it would be what he called opening the window to those other dimensions. Riker: Which begins to explain what happened. Jenice: Have you been experiencing something up here? Picard: Yes. What is emanating here is having repercussions light years away, maybe even further. Jenice: That would explain his anxiety. I had no idea it had gone so far beyond Vandor. Riker: Why this place? Why Vandor? Jenice: All I can tell you about that is Paul and the rest of the team searched for two years to find it. Vandor's exactly what they needed. A planetoid around a binary star. Data: Because of the dense gravity of the pulsar. Picard: Did your husband ever attempt to define these dimensions, give you an idea of what he expected? Jenice: No. But he did say that he was very close to proving his theories. And then the accident. Picard: Did he anticipate that these experiments might be dangerous? Jenice: I didn't think so. Now, in retrospect, he probably did. That would explain all the unusual precautions he began taking, even before the accident. The force field, the elaborate security system. Every time he started a new experiment, he insisted that I stay in what he said called a protected room. Picard: Ah, and that's why you weren't affected. Jenice: Jean-Luc, he would never knowingly do anything to hurt anyone. Picard: Yes, I believe that. Jenice: But as he saw his goal getting closer, seeming possible, he became more and more obsessive. Maybe that clouded his judgment. This is not how I imagined seeing you again. Picard: Nor I you. Jenice: You've done well. A great starship in the far reaches of the galaxy. It's everything you'd hoped. Picard: Not exactly. Nothing works just as you hope. If you can't tell us any more, I need to send a team down to the lab. Jenice: You can't. It's protected. One of the other scientists made sure no one could get in. Crusher: Excuse me. Jenice: Is he worse? Crusher: He's resting. But I'd like you to undergo some tests as well. My nurse will start them. Jenice: Thank you for your kindness, Doctor. Picard: She's an old friend. Crusher: I gathered that. It's her husband I'm more concerned with at the moment. Picard: What's the prognosis? Crusher: I believe he's dying. His neurochemistry's been affected, but I don't know how or why. I've never encountered anything like it before. Riker: How long does he have? Crusher: Maybe a couple of days. It's hard to predict. All I can do is maintain him or attempt to maintain him until I find out what's causing the damage. Picard: Can we talk to him? Crusher: Not now. Not yet. Data: Incidentally, Captain, the effects of the time distortions are now being felt in the Ilecom system. Picard: Bridge. In the past decade, Manheim has turned some vague theories into a practical application. Riker: Yes, but without his help, I'm not sure we'll be able to pose any intelligent questions, let alone come up with any solutions. Data: Incidentally, Captain, the effects of the time distortions are now being felt in the Ilecom system. Picard: It's us before we stepped into the turbolift. Picard 2: It's happening again. Data 2: I feel no disorientation. Data: Nor do I. Riker: What was that? Data: I believe what could be termed the Manheim Effect is becoming more pronounced. Riker: This is where we started, if we are us. Data: Oh, we are us, sir, but they are also us. So indeed, we are both us at different points along the same time continuum. Picard: Bridge. Picard: What have you learned? Data: We have completed a scan of the planet surface. Riker: We've discovered the second lab is on the far side of the planet, completely destroyed. Unable to determine what caused it. Otherwise, very little to clarify the situation. Data: Our sensors show an immense volume of energy emanating deep within the planet, and concentrated near Manheim's remaining laboratory. Picard: How is the energy being used. Riker: No idea. Picard: What's it's source? Data: I cannot be sure, sir, but I believe Manheim has developed a method for harnessing energy from the pulsar. Riker: It comes down to this, Captain. We've learned everything we can from here, and we are no closer to understanding it than we were twelve hours ago. Manheim is unable to help us, but hopefully, having been a good scientist, he kept notes. Data: I would need to study Manheim's records. Riker: And in order to do that we're going to have to go down there. Picard: What about the defense system Mrs. Manheim spoke of? Riker: It may have been connected to the main system, and when she lowered the shield she may have turned that off as well. If not, we'll deal with it as best we can. Picard: Prepare your team. Riker: Aye, sir. Riker: Coordinates set? Chief: Yes, sir. Riker: Energize. Chief: There's a lack of integrity at the landing point. Chief: I'm losing them. Picard: Bring them back. Now. Chief Herbert, what's going on? Chief: There seems to be some kind of strange bouncing effect. Chief: I can't get them to materialize. My readings aren't complete. Picard: Keep trying. Riker: What are we doing back here? Chief: You're lucky you made it back at all, sir. Manheim: Where am I? Jenice: Paul. Thank God. You're on the USS Enterprise. They answered your distress signal. Manheim: I sent one.? Jenice: Oh, Paul, you're going to be just fine. Manheim: I am not fine, Jenice. I'm not even close to fine. Crusher: Bridge, this is Doctor Crusher. Professor Manheim is conscious. Manheim: Remember, it was worth it, what happened. What will happen, all of it, it was all worth it. Again. It's changing again. Crusher: What is? What do you see? Manheim: I'm having difficulty. Crusher: With what? Are you in pain? Manheim: I have been on the other side. I have touched another dimension. Part of me is still there. Jenice: Help him. Crusher: Try to stay calm, Doctor Manheim. I don't think it's going to help you struggling against it. Manheim: My mind is floating between two places. It is difficult to know which is which. There is no way to explain it. Picard: Doctor Manheim, I'm Captain Picard. Manheim: The same one? She has told me about you. Not all, but enough. Picard: We need your help. The situation is not good. Manheim: It will get worse. Picard: What do we do? How do we stop it? Manheim: I'm having difficulty holding the moment. Picard: Doctor, this is Lieutenant Commander Data. Will you explain the situation to him? Data: I am fully versed, sir, on all your theories regarding time and gravity. Manheim: How is that possible? I am not even fully versed on all of my theories. Data: I am an android. Manheim: Android? On a Starfleet vessel? Data: I am the only one, sir. Manheim: Your knowledge is useless, because the work we have done here has made most of those theories obsolete. Data: Then you have harnessed a dynamic energy source. Manheim: Then you do understand. Yes. We were able to locate an energy source in the center of this planetoid. We learned to enhance it, to focus it. Everything worked too well. The energy from the pulsar, the energy from the planetoid. We opened a crack, a window into another dimension. Picard: The time distortion we felt. Manheim: Felt? Then it is not confined to the planetoid? Data: The range is at least several thousand light years. Manheim: Captain, it must be stopped! You must help me to execute a controlled shut down of this experiment. Get my notes, they're in the lab. Picard: How do we bypass the security system? Manheim: I'll give you the correct coordinates to beam safely down to Vandor, and the codes you need to bypass security systems to get into my lab. Data: If what the Professor has given me is accurate, it is possible to repair the damage. But it must be perfectly timed to coincide with another time distortion episode. Riker: Can we predict the timing? Data: I believe so, sir. Picard: We have to. If we don't seal that hole, this other dimension he's opened will rip into the fabric of the galaxy. Reality as we perceive it will not be the same. Lieutenant Worf. Worf: Yes, sir? Picard: I want those codes that Manheim gave Mister Data rechecked and then checked again. No one is beaming down to Vandor unless we can be reasonably sure they can get through. Worf: Aye, sir. Jenice: I'm sorry for intruding. I was told I'd find you here. Picard: You're not intruding. We're just finished. Come in. Thank you. Jenice: I knew you wouldn't come to me. Picard: No, not under these circumstances. Jenice: We have unfinished business. Picard: Yes, we do. Jenice: Why didn't you come to meet me that last day in Paris? Picard: I was afraid. Jenice: Oh, I didn't want this. Picard: What? Jenice: The truth. Picard: Oh, you want me to lie? Jenice: Of course. A nice, soft, painless lie. Picard: Oh, I got the days confused. I thought it was Tuesday when it was Wednesday. I went to the Cafe Moulin instead of the Cafe des Artistes. Jenice: Ah, that's better. It was raining and you couldn't find a cab. I waited all day. And it was raining. It rained the rest of the week. I went to Starfleet headquarters looking for you, but you'd already shipped out. So, come on, Jean-Luc. Let's hear the truth. Picard: It was fear. Fear of seeing you, losing my resolve. Fear of staying, losing myself. Fear that neither of these choices was right, and that, and that either would have Jenice: For a long time, not a day went by when I didn't look up into the sky, and wonder. Picard: Each time that I returned to Earth, my thoughts were filled with you. Jenice: I've thought a lot about this over the years, and perhaps you're leaving out your greatest fear. The real reason you left. Picard: Which was? Jenice: That life with me would have somehow made you ordinary. Picard: You're wonderful. And am I that transparent? Jenice: Only to me. Crusher: I wish I could talk to you, Professor Manheim. I bet you were really something. Crusher: Deanna. Troi: I wanted to see how he was doing. Crusher: The same. Nothing I do seems to make any difference. That's not why you're here. Troi: I thought I was the empath. Troi: Are you all right? Crusher: Why wouldn't I be? I've got one of the medical wonders of the galaxy dying in my sickbay. Troi: That's not what I meant. Crusher: I don't think I want to talk about what I think you mean. Troi: Captain Picard Crusher: I can't compete with a ghost from his past. No one could. Troi: She's not a ghost. She's here right now. Crusher: She may be in the here and now, but it's the ghost he sees. Excuse me, I have to get back to my patient. Picard: How soon, Mister Data? Data: If Doctor Manheim's information is correct, by my calculations, the next time distortion should occur between twenty eight to forty seven minutes. Crusher: Bridge, this is Sickbay. Crusher: Doctor Manheim is awake and asking to speak with you, Captain. Alone. Picard: On my way, Doctor. Picard: You asked for me. Manheim: I am not sure I remembered all of the codes for the security system. You should warn anyone going down there Picard: Thank you. I'll tell them to be cautious. Manheim: What I really wanted to talk to you about is Jenice. Picard: Doctor Manheim, I did not come here to discuss your wife. Manheim: It is only this. If anything should go wrong, please, take care of her for me. Picard: Of course. Manheim: She never would admit this, but she has had a terrible time these last years. Had we not been so isolated, she might have left me, and I never would have known. At least, not right away. Perhaps I'm not a man who should have a woman like her. She deserves better. Picard: You underestimate her. I know, because I once did. Data: In both cases, the time distortions occurred along the same continuum as a preview or a reprise of a specific point in time. Picard: Where we are, where we were, and where we will be. Data, I want this to be an away team of one. You. I don't think there's any reason to risk anyone else. Data: It is reasonable, sir. After all, I am a machine and dispensable. Picard: Indispensable is the appropriate word. I think it should be only you because you seem more able to control the effects of the time distortion. Data: Oh, I see, sir. That is quite true, sir. I see time as a constant, whereas humans perceive time as flexible. Hence the expression, times flies when you're having fun, which until now has always confused me. Picard: Well, I want you to put a stitch in time and, er, save much more than nine. Data: Sir? Picard: If other members of the away team became disoriented, it could create additional problems and perhaps increase the danger. Data: I will go immediately, sir. Picard: Good luck, Data. Laforge: All right. We have the coordinates exactly as the Professor specified. Data: Enterprise. Picard: Picard. Data: I am proceeding to the lab, sir. Picard: Maintain an open frequency, Mister Data. Data: Aye, sir. Picard: Mister Data, what's going on? Data: Doctor Manheim forgot to mention one of his security precautions, sir. I am proceeding into the laboratory. Picard: Mister Data, this channel will remain open. Please continue to report. Data: This appears to be the instrument Doctor Manheim described. It should confirm when the next time effect will occur. Riker: Data? Riker: Did Manheim give you enough information to decipher the security code? Data: I will know in a moment, sir. According to calculations, the next time effect will occur in one minute thirty seconds. Picard: What's the next step, Mister Data? Data: I will need to add a specific amount of antimatter to rebalance and align the system. Picard: Will that plug the hole? Data: Theoretically, yes. In reality I do not know. Data: When the effect hits, the forcefields will align, opening a clean straight path to the other dimension. Whatever the time distortion, I must add the antimatter at the appropriate moment. Geordi, if the Professor was right, I will need a twenty seven second countdown. Laforge: You got it, Data. Data: Captain, I now have the antimatter and am moving towards the opening at the end of the lab. The next time distortion should occur within seconds. Geordi, begin countdown on my mark. Now. Data 3: Captain, there appear to be three of us. Data 1: Should I drop the antimatter or wait for one of you? Data 3: Only one of us is at the correct time continuum. Data 1: Which one? Data 2: Me. It's me. Laforge: Five, four, three, two, one. Picard: Data, report. Are you all right? Data: Yes, sir. Picard: Is it closed? Data: It is well patched, sir. Closed indicates a permanent condition, which I cannot guarantee. Picard: Patched is good enough. Well done. Beam back immediately. Data: With pleasure, sir. Crusher: This is amazing. All your readings are completely normal. Manheim: Where is my wife? Is she all right? Crusher: She's right here. Manheim: Jenice. Jenice: Paul. Manheim: The effect has been reversed. I can feel it. We're safe. Jenice: How is he? Crusher: He needs rest. There might be some residual effects, but other than that, he'll be all right. Manheim: I feel like I'm coming out of a long tunnel. It's there. Not at all like I thought it would be. Different. Jenice: Describe it. Manheim: I can't, not yet. The only words that fit are too pale because the images are so vibrant. It's not like anything anyone has ever experienced before. There was, no, no, there is this kind of life. Not like us. Not like this. What's the condition of my lab? Picard: Intact, for the most part. Jenice: Don't tell me we're going back? Manheim: Oh, Jenice, we are so close. We have learned so much to walk away. Besides, we owe it to the others, our friends. There have been so many sacrifices by so many good people. Jenice: We'll be going back. Picard: Yes, I can see that. I'm sure the Federation will want to help in any way that it can. Manheim: Thank you. This time it will be different, I promise. Jenice: It always is, my love. You said my life would never be dull, and it never has been. Manheim: Thank you. Troi: Computer, this is Counselor Troi. Request access. Computer: Do you wish to terminate the current program? Troi: No, continue the program. Computer: Enter when ready. Troi: The Captain is waiting for you inside. Jenice: How is this possible? It's Paris. Unbelievable. Edouard: Madame, this way. The Captain is waiting for you. Jenice: This is so real. Edouard: Bien sur. Pourquoi pas? Jenice: Jean-Luc, don't tell me how you did it. I don't care. It's perfect. It's as if we were really there. Picard: I wanted to say goodbye properly this time. I shall always picture you here. Jenice: I expect you to always come charging to my rescue. Picard: I'll do my best. Jenice: Goodbye, Jean-Luc. Be well. Picard: And you. Jenice: Thank you for Paris. Jenice: Well, so much for my dramatically romantic exit. Picard: Is anything wrong? Riker: No, sir. Picard: Then set course for Sarona Eight. As I remember we were on our way for some much needed shore leave. Laforge: Course set and laid in, sir. Picard: Warp five. Engage. Riker: I've only been there once, but they've got this great club. I don't remember the name of it. They serve these blue concoctions Troi: It's across the square from the Zanza Men's Dance Palace. Picard: It's called the Blue Parrot Cafe, and you're buying.

Scene: First officer's log, stardate 41775.5. We are en route to the ocean world of Pacifica. While our mission is scientific in nature, we look forward to the warm blue waters and fine beaches that make Pacifica a jewel of the galaxy. Laforge: So the guy staggers to his feet and goes back to the girl, right? Well, she smiles, looks him right in the eye and says 'just try that in hyperspace!' Data: I see. So the difficulty in attaining such complex positioning in zero gravity environment, coupled with the adverse effect it would have on the psychological well being of the average human male, is what makes this anecdote so amusing. Yes. Very humorous indeed. Hysterical, in fact. Riker: What is our e.t.a. at Pacifica, Mister La Forge? Laforge: Twenty two hours fourteen minutes, sir. Riker: Increase to warp six. Laforge: Aye sir. Full impulse. Riker: Do you think anyone would object to our arriving ahead of schedule? Troi: I know I won't. I've been really looking forward to a nice swim. Data: You are aware, Counselor, that the holodeck can be programmed to recreate an oceanic environment. Troi: Data, it's just not the same. Have you ever been for a real moonlight swim? Data: One can swim in moonlight? Troi: How about you, Mister Worf? Worf: Swimming is too much like bathing. Data: Commander Riker. I am receiving a Code Forty Seven. Riker: Verify. Data: It is a Code Forty Seven, sir. Starfleet emergency frequency. Troi: Code Forty Seven. Captain's eyes only. Riker: Captain, I'm sorry to disturb you. Picard: Yes, Number One. What is it? Riker: An incoming message. Code Forty Seven, sir. Picard: Pipe it through. Computer: This is an emergency communiqué. It is not to be discussed with fellow officers unless deemed absolutely necessary. There will be no computer record of said transmission. Picard: Understood. Computer: Proceed with voice print identification. Picard: Picard, Jean-Luc. Captain, USS Enterprise. Computer: Voice print verified. Picard: Walker! Keel: Hello, Jean-Luc. It's been a long time. Picard: Too long, old friend. Why are you contacting me on this frequency? Keel: It was a difficult decision. I felt it was worth the risk. Picard: Risk? Keel: It's about Starfleet. About something we've always considered to be impossible. Picard: I don't understand. Keel: I can't explain it now. We need to talk, face to face. Picard: You're using a Code Forty Seven. I have to know what this is all about. Keel: Not over subspace, no. Picard: Oh, for God's sake, Walker. This is a secured channel Keel: No. I want you to meet me on Dytallix B. Picard: When? Keel: Immediately. Picard: Not possible. We're expected at Pacifica, Keel: That can wait. You owe me. And you owe it to yourself to hear what I have to say. Something is beginning. Don't trust anyone. Remember that, Jean-Luc. Don't take anything for granted. Picard: Walker. Keel: Dytallix B. We'll be waiting. Picard: Data, are you familiar with Dytallix B? Data: Dytallix B is one of seven uninhabited planets mined for the Federation by the Dytallix Mining Company. It is in the nearby Mira system. Picard: Mister La Forge, chart a course for it immediately. Warp seven. And there will be no records or logs mentioning any aspect of this diversion. Riker: Captain, they're expecting us at Pacifica. Shouldn't we contact them and let them know. Picard: Negative. Nothing goes out without specific orders from me. Hopefully the delay will be minimal. Data: I have the readout on Dytallix B, Commander. Riker: What have you got? Data: Dytallix B is the fifth of six planets circling the red giant known as Mira. One side always faces the sun, where temperatures reach up to one hundred and eighty degrees. The mines line the temperate zone between the day and night sides, but they are long deserted. Riker: Why the devil are we be going to this planet? Are there any miners or indigenous life forms on the planet? Data: I believe the answer to both questions is no, sir. In a manner of speaking, it is nothing but a lifeless hunk of rock, a useless ball of mud, a worthless chunk Riker: Thank you, Data. I get the idea. Captain, we are approaching Dytallix B. Picard: Very good, Number One. I'm on my way. Worf: Captain, sensors are detecting three Federation starships already in orbit around the planet. Picard: Identify. Worf: Two are frigates. The Renegade commanded by Tryla Scott, and the Thomas Paine, Captain Rixx commanding. Data: The third is just coming into range now, sir. It is Ambassador Class heavy cruiser, USS Horatio. Riker: Horatio? Isn't that Walker Keel's ship? Worf: Attempts at communication have been ignored by all three vessels. Picard: Make no further attempts, Mister Worf. Any life form readings on the surface, Data? Data: Three, sir. All gathered inside what appears to be the entrance to a mining tunnel. Picard: Very well. Relay those coordinates to the transporter room. I'm beaming down. Riker: Alone, Captain? Picard: Alone, Number One. Keel: Thanks for coming. Picard: This is some greeting, old friend. Keel: Tell me, Jean-Luc, where did we first meet? Rixx: Answer the question. Picard: Tau Ceti Three. It was a bar. Quite an exotic one as I remember. What do I win? Keel: Do you recall the night you introduced Jack Crusher to Beverly? Picard: You know full well I hadn't even met Beverly then. You introduced them. Keel: My brother introduced them. Picard: You don't have a brother. Two sisters, Anne and Melissa. What the hell is this all about? Rixx: Apologies, Captain. We had to make sure you were really you. Picard: Walker, what is going on? Keel: Captain Picard, meet Captain Rixx. Picard: I believe we've met. The Altairian conference. Keel: And Captain Scott. Picard: Tryla Scott. It's said you made Captain faster than anyone in Starfleet history, present company included. Are you that good? Tryla: Yes, I am. Picard: Starfleet's finest. Fancy meeting you here. Rixx: We all came secretly, Picard. To discuss the threat. Picard: What threat? Tryla: Have you noticed anything about Starfleet Command lately? Anything unusual? Picard: No. But we've been on the outer rim for a while. We haven't had much contact with them. Keel: Some of us have seen strange patterns emerging. Unusual orders. High-ranking officials backing irrational proposals. Rixx: Starbase twelve was completely evacuated for two full days. No explanation given. Tryla: And what about the deaths? McKinney, Ryan Sipe, Onna Karapleedeez. Picard: All dead? Tryla: A series of accidents. Keel: Or so they say. It's hard to be certain of anything. Interfleet communications are at a minimum. But something is happening. Tryla: And we fully expect the Enterprise to be targeted soon. Picard: Targeted for what? By whom? Keel: We're not sure yet. Damn it, Jean-Luc. I tell you that some of Starfleet's top command people are changing. This could affect the very core of our organization. Officers I've known for years are bluffing their way through talk of old times. Rixx: That's their weakness, a lack of memory. Tryla: He doesn't believe us. He thinks we're crazy. Picard: You've given me nothing to believe in. Just a lot of vague talk about strange patterns, irrational proposals. Who's behind this, and to what purpose? How are people being changed? Keel: I can't say exactly, but I think its spread to my own ship. My First Officer hasn't been the same since we stopped off at Earth. Our Medical Officer says he's perfectly normal, but I don't think I trust him either. Picard: Walker! Tryla: We know we don't have all the answers. All we ask is that you keep your eyes open. Picard: That's sound advice at any time, Captain. Keel: Stay in touch with us, covertly. This meeting never took place as far as Starfleet is concerned. Please, I'm asking this as a personal favor. I'm glad, Jean-Luc. I'm glad you're still one of us. Tell Beverly I said hello. Rixx: And watch your back, Picard. Picard: Friends, close friends, are few and far between. Two of the oldest and closest are Jack Crusher, may he rest in peace, and Walker Keel. Before various missions split us apart, we were virtually inseparable. I trust Keel completely. If he felt it necessary to violate regulations, he must have had a good reason. Troi: But you're putting your career at risk for him. Picard: Friendship must dare to risk, Counselor, or it's not friendship. Troi: They illicitly used the emergency channel to draw you here. Then they asked you to keep secrets from your superiors. Effectively, to disobey Starfleet regulations. Picard: The people involved in this are of the highest caliber. If I didn't believe in their loyalty, I wouldn't have gone this far. Troi: Don't you think you should tell the rest of the crew? Picard: No. I don't want to risk implicating them. Not until I have solid evidence that something really is wrong. Picard: Take us out of orbit, Mister La Forge. Laforge: Aye, sir. Picard: Resume heading to Pacifica, warp factor eight. Laforge: Aye sir, warp eight. Data: At that speed sir, we should arrive nine point six three hours behind the original schedule, sir. Picard: Very good. Data, I have an assignment for you. One especially suited to your talents. Data: Computer, this is Lieutenant Commander Data. Please access all Starfleet Command orders to starships, starbases and colonies for the past six months. Computer: Working. Picard: Doctor. Crusher: I understand the Horatio was in orbit around Dytallix. Did you see Walker? Picard: No. Crusher: Oh. I would have loved to have seen him. Picard: It wasn't possible, Doctor. Worf: Captain, I am picking up an unusual disturbance in a nearby quadrant. Laforge: Confirmed, sir. Sector sixty three. Picard: Specify. What kind of disturbance? Worf: Hard to say at this distance, sir. Riker: I guess the trip Pacifica will have to wait. Picard: Let's investigate. Maintain speed. Alter course accordingly. Laforge: Aye, sir. Changing course to three five one mark four. Laforge: Approaching sector sixty three, sir. Picard: Slow to impulse. Laforge: Aye, sir. Going to impulse power, now. Worf: Sensors beginning to pick up small objects, sir. Picard: On screen. Riker: It doesn't look natural. Picard: Agreed. Enlarge and identify. Worf: It looks like debris. From a space vessel of some kind. Riker: It could be one of those ships that was orbiting Dytallix. Laforge: We are in close proximity to that planet. Picard: Identifying marks, Mister Worf? Worf: Nothing so far. Sensors not detecting any bodies in the flotsam, but from the amount of wreckage. I'm sorry sir. It can only be the Horatio. From the looks of it, she's been totally destroyed. Captain's personal log, stardate 41776.1. The apparent death of Walker Keel has had a powerful impact on me. I now believe there may be a cancer growing within the ranks of Starfleet. As a result, I have alerted my Executive Officer to the suspicions voiced by Keel and the others. Riker: There's no proof of anything. Picard: The last time I saw Admiral Quinn he tried to warn me about a subversion within the Federation. Then Walker tried, and he's dead. Riker: Subversion? Personally, I don't believe this conspiracy theory. Data: Startling. Quite extraordinary, in fact. Computer: Directions unclear. Please repeat request. Data: That was not a request. I was simply talking to myself. A human idiosyncrasy, triggered by fascination with a particular set of facts. Or sometimes brought about by senility. Or used as a means of weighing information before reaching a conclusion. Or, as a Computer: Thank you, sir. I comprehend. Please specify how you would like to proceed, sir. Data: Please continue with record scan. Intriguing. Riker: But we have no facts. We have to assume the explosion was an accident. Picard: Number One, I believe what happened on the Horatio was sabotage. Riker: But we can't be certain. Data: Perhaps we can. My orders were to search for abnormal patterns in Starfleet's directives. I believe I have found just that. Data: These are various outposts and starbases where I have detected unusual activity over the past few months. Picard: What sort of activity? Data: An uncustomary reshuffling of personnel, usually in the command areas. The new officers have had frequent contact with the highest levels of Starfleet Command. Riker: Why hasn't anybody discovered this before? Data: The orders were given with great subtlety. To use an aphorism, Starfleet's left hand did not know what its right hand was doing. Picard: Data, can you speculate as to the purpose of these reassignments? Data: I believe it is a clandestine attempt to control vital sectors of Federation territory. Riker: This could be a prelude to an invasion. But who's behind it? Data: There is insufficient data to make such an assessment, sir. Riker: Are you suggesting that we warp over to Starfleet headquarters and demand to know what's going on? Data: Why not? Picard: Yes, why not? We're talking about a threat to the entire future of the Federation. I don't think any of us can rest easy until we've been to the source. Captain's personal log, supplemental. While it is quite unusual for a starship to return to Earth, we seem to be left with no other choice. I have apprised the remaining bridge crew of our situation. Laforge: Approaching Earth, sir. Picard: Standard orbit, Mister La Forge. Laforge: Standard orbit, sir. Picard: Any word from Starfleet Command, Data? Data: Nothing so far, sir. Picard: Strange. Data: Captain. I am now receiving a message from Starfleet Command. Picard: On screen. Savar: Greetings Enterprise. I am Admiral Savar. This is Admiral Aaron, and I believe you already know Admiral Quinn. Picard: Yes, indeed. It's good to see you again, Admiral. Quinn: And you, Captain. Savar: Of course. We are always delighted when the Enterprise returns to the nest. Yet we are puzzled by the timing of your visit. Picard: Yes, sir. I can imagine you would be. Aaron: Governor Delaplane of Pacifica informs us that you canceled your scheduled stop there. Is this true? Picard: Yes, sir, it is. Aaron: Explain yourself, Captain. Why have you returned to Earth? Picard: I would rather discuss in person, Admiral. Savar: Excuse us for one moment, Captain. Riker: They seem normal enough. Picard: On the surface. Counselor, any thoughts? Troi: Hard to say. Someone is hiding something, but I can't tell who or what. Riker: I must say I'm not overjoyed to see Remmick again. Laforge: Considering what we've done, their response has been pretty temperate. Worf: I don't like it. You can't trust them. Savar: Forgive the delay, Captain Picard. We'd be delighted if you and your First Officer would join us for dinner. Aaron: Yes. Delighted. Savar: It would give you a good opportunity to expatiate your viewpoint. Aaron: To elaborate upon whatever it is that's troubling you. Picard: Thank you. We accept your gracious offer. Savar: Excellent. Preparations are already underway. Aaron: We'll greet you in the reception area in, say, twenty minutes? Picard: Splendid. Quinn: I won't be able to attend dinner, I'm afraid, but I would like to see the ship and say hello again, Captain. Picard: Of course. We look forward to seeing you, Admiral. Enterprise out. Quinn wants to see us alone. At least we know he's still on our side. Mister Data, you have the Bridge. Data: Aye, sir. Remmick: Are you ready to beam up to the Enterprise, sir? Quinn: Yes, Commander, quite ready. Energize, Mister Remmick. Picard: Welcome aboard, Greg. Quinn: Good to see you. Picard: You remember Commander Riker. Quinn: Hello again, Commander. Picard: I must say, you're looking remarkably well. Quinn: Never felt better in my life. Picard: When you were here last, you were saying that you were feeling tired. Quinn: Tired of life I was, but not anymore. I'm ready for new challenges now. What about another look at this ship? Picard: Remember what you told me back at Relva Seven, About the threat that you perceived to the very fabric of the Federation? Quinn: Is that why you're here? Because of what I said? Picard: It's one of the reasons, yes. Quinn: But Jean-Luc, you took me far too literally. I was only referring to the problems involved in assimilating new races into the Federation. It's an ongoing, tumultuous process which can cause stress and strain on every aspect of our alliance. Picard: I'm sorry, I must have misunderstood. Quinn: It's not for you to apologize. If I led you up the garden path, I humbly ask your forgiveness. Picard: Of course. Quinn: Now, gentlemen, you have a dinner to attend to, while I would like to go and freshen up before I look around a little bit more. Riker: We've arranged your usual accommodation, sir. Quinn: That's outstanding. Picard: Yes, I should be getting down to the planet. Commander Riker will be available here to show you anything that you want to see. Quinn: It's really not necessary. Picard: I insist. When you've finished showing the Admiral anything that he needs, you can join me down on Earth. Quinn: I may want to stay a while, Jean-Luc. Picard: Of course. Stay as long as you wish. No. Picard: It's not Gregory Quinn. It may look like him and sound like him, but it isn't him. Riker: Are you absolutely certain, Captain? Picard: I'm certain, Number One. I want you to stay close. Keep your eye on his every move. Have Beverly concoct some reason for giving him a full medical examination. Riker: How? Picard: I don't know, just do it. Riker: He's a senior Admiral. Picard: It's not him, Will. I know that now. What I have to find out is how this happened, and who or what is behind it. Riker: Captain, if you're right. Picard: I'm right. Riker: Should you be beaming down there alone, unarmed? Picard: I'll take care. Find out what you can, then join me, in force if necessary. Energize. Riker: Good luck, sir. Savar: Welcome home, Captain Picard. Picard: Thank you, sir. My first officer will be joining us shortly. Savar: Yes, I'm sure he will. Aaron: You've met Commander Remmick, haven't you? Remmick: Under less than ideal circumstances. It's nice to see you again, Captain. Savar: We've prepared a special meal in your honor. Picard: Delightful. Tell me, why is the corridor so quiet? The last time I was here, it was bustling with activity. Remmick: It usually is. Tonight's a quiet night. Savar: Yes, a quiet night. Riker: Ready for your tour, Admiral? Quinn: Quite ready, Commander. Riker: What's in the case? Quinn: Actually, I brought it for Doctor Crusher. But perhaps you would like you to see it first? Riker: What is it? Quinn: A form of life. It was discovered accidentally by a survey team on an uncharted planet. Riker: Why haven't we heard anything about that? Quinn: Oh, you'll be hearing about it shortly, but first there remains much scientific study to be done. After all, it is a superior form of life. Riker: Superior? Quinn: Totally. Come, have a look. Riker: I think I'll summon my Science Officer. Quinn: It won't like your Science Officer. It does like you! Vitamins. They do wonders for the body. Riker: Riker to Security. Guest quarters seventeen. Emergency. Aaron: Let's have some Andonian tea while we wait for your Riker. Then you can tell us about what's brought you here. Picard: I see you keep up with our duty roster. Aaron: Yes, of course, Captain. The Enterprise is very important to us. Remmick: Excuse me, gentlemen. Aaron: To the Horatio, gentlemen. Savar: The Horatio. Aaron: What an awful tragedy. Such a terrible loss of life. Picard: It's interesting that you should mention the Horatio. It's one of the subjects I wanted to discuss. Aaron: Really? Picard: Has the cause of her destruction been ascertained? Savar: Absolutely. Implosion, due to extreme negligence on the part of her Captain. Aaron: Enjoy, Picard. I believe you'll find it an excellent aperitif. Quinn: It's good thing you're here. He slipped and hit his head. Laforge: This is Lieutenant La Forge in guest quarter seventeen. We have a medical emergency. Quinn: Your Doctor Crusher is most capable. I'm sure he'll be all right. Now if you'll excuse me, my time here is most limited. Laforge: Admiral. Don't you think we should wait until the Doctor gets here? Quinn: Now, Klingon, it's between you and me. Quinn: Do Klingons fear death as much as humans? I could snap your neck in a second, but it wouldn't be as much fun. Worf: Are you all right? Laforge: If I could see, I'd be seeing stars. Worf: What is he? Crusher: Let's find out. Crusher: Retinal scans are an exact match It really is Quinn. Laforge: How can that be? The man picked me up like a rag doll. Crusher: I'm going to have to do a complete internal scan. Laforge: Keep me posted, Doctor, I'll be on the Bridge. Crusher: What is that? Aaron: What do you know of conspiracies, Captain? Picard: Not nearly enough, I suppose. Aaron: That's the charming thing about them, isn't it? When a machination is real, no one knows about it. And when it's suspected, it's almost never real. Savar: Except, of course, in paranoid delusions for those who believe. Remmick: Sorry to interrupt. Dinner is served. Aaron: Wonderful. Bantering with the Captain has given me quite an appetite. Picard: I need to contact my ship to let Commander Riker that we're about to sit down. Savar: Of course, Captain. We'll wait for you at the table. Picard: Picard to Riker. Crusher: Doctor Crusher here, Captain. Crusher: May I speak freely? Picard: I suppose I have little choice. Where's Riker? Crusher: He was attacked by Quinn, or what we thought was Quinn. Picard: Specify, Doctor. Crusher: A parasitic being has invaded Quinn's body. It has complete control over all brain functions. It seems to breath through a small gill protruding from the back of Quinn's neck. Crusher: Look for this, Captain. I believe it will be visible on anyone who has been compromised. Picard: Any idea what it is or where it comes from? Crusher: Negative. Crusher: I've never seen anything like it before. Data: Lieutenant Worf, if the situation is under control, please report to the Bridge. Worf: Doctor? Crusher: It's okay. He won't be waking up for a long time. Picard: Continue, Doctor. Crusher: By the placement of the tendrils Crusher: The parasite appears to stimulate the victim's adrenal glands, generate great strength Crusher: And resistance to the Picard: Never mind the details. Can you remove it? Crusher: I don't think so. Crusher: Not without killing the patient. Captain. Crusher: You must set your phaser on kill. Stun has little effect. Picard: Doctor, one does not beam down to Starfleet Headquarters armed. Remmick: Your food is getting cold, Captain. Picard: I'm going in to dinner now, Doctor. Tell Commander Riker to join me as soon as he's ready. Picard out. Aaron: Please, sit down, Captain. We've been waiting. Go ahead and start, Captain. We don't stand on ceremony here. Aaron: Oh do eat up, Picard. Raise your hand if you want seconds. Picard: Riker! Thank God. We're leaving. Riker: You're not going anywhere. You'll be one of us soon. Aaron: You were meant for the Doctor. Riker: It couldn't be helped. Riker walked in on us unexpectedly. Savar: No matter. The Doctor will soon be joining us. All in good time. Savar: Well, Captain Scott. Good. Now the setting is complete. Aaron: You don't really think we were in the dark about your intentions, do you? Savar: Patience is one of our virtues, Captain. We didn't go after you, we allowed you to come after us. Aaron: More dramatic that way, don't you think? Tryla: Yes, the one thing both races share is a love of theater. And you've put on a fine show. Picard: What race are you? Where are you from? Savar: It's not important. Let us just say we've come a long way to join you. Tryla: It's a perfect match. We're the brains, you're the brawn. Riker: You'll understand soon, Picard. Savar: Indeed. We've been moving slowly, cautiously, for many months now. Careful to cover our tracks. Careful not to arouse suspicion, until it's too late. Riker: And now it's too late. For you, that is. Aaron: Well said, brother. Picard and Riker control the Enterprise, which means we control the Enterprise. Savar: Eat hearty, brother! Relish your new body! Picard: Aaron! Picard: Aaron! Remmick: Can I help you, gentlemen? Is there any trouble here? Perhaps if you'd tell me what it is Picard: Remmick! Picard: No, Will. Remmick: You don't understand. We mean you no harm. We seek peaceful co-existence. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 41780.2. How difficult after all these years of learning to respect life, to be forced to destroy it. But there seems to be no alternative. Admiral Quinn is expected to make a full recovery. There is no trace of the parasite which took control of him. We'll never know how many of these life forms infiltrated Starfleet, but it seems they could not survive without the mother creature which had taken over Commander Remmick. Riker: It was Doctor Crusher's idea to simulate the blue gill. We had to make sure it would fool everyone, including you. Picard: That it did, Number One. Rest assured. Data: Captain, I have attempted to trace the message Remmick was sending. I believe it was aimed at an unexplored sector of our galaxy. Laforge: Any idea what the message was, Data? Data: I believe it was a beacon. Picard: A beacon? Data: Yes, sir. A homing beacon, sent from Earth.

Scene: First officer's log, stardate 41986.0. We are awaiting the return of Captain Picard who was summoned to Starbase 718 for an emergency conference. Meanwhile, our sensors are monitoring an ancient capsule floating in our vicinity which appears to be from Earth. Laforge: I wonder how it got out here. Worf: At its present speed and heading, it will eventually enter the Kazis binary system and will certainly be destroyed. I could attach a tractor beam and adjust its heading. Riker: I think not, Mister Worf. It's just a piece of space debris. If we hadn't sitting here waiting for the Captain, we wouldn't have noticed it. Leave it be. Let nature take its course. How long until Captain Picard returns? Worf: The last communication indicated it would be several hours. Data: Commander, request permission to investigate this vehicle. Riker: Why, Data? It's just a derelict. Data: It is a piece of history. The opportunity to examine such an ancient vehicle does not come around very often, and as you pointed out, we do have the time. Riker: Very well. Be prepared to beam back before the Captain returns. Data: Thank you, sir. Riker: Lieutenant Worf, go with him. Worf: Aye, sir. Data: Minimal oxygen atmosphere. An ancient solar generator, still operating. Worf: Commander, look at this. Data: The on-board computers have ceased functioning. I may be able to download this old style disk drive back to the Enterprise. Worf: It must be sealed, probably with age. Data: Not necessary. Data: The seal was broken and the environment has been corrupted. Worf: Here's another. Data: This one is empty. Worf: Commander, look at this. Worf: Were they frozen for an extended journey? Data: If that were the purpose, there would be evidence of a more sophisticated monitoring system. These containers were designed solely for refrigeration. Laforge: The Captain's shuttle is approaching the main Shuttlebay, sir. Picard: Enterprise, this is the Captain. Number One, I want to get underway as soon as the shuttle is secure. Riker: Aye, sir. We'll make all preparations. Commander Data, return to the Enterprise immediately. Data: We have run into an unusual situation, sir. There are people on board. Frozen. Riker: Frozen. How many? Data: Three. The vehicle has suffered severe damage. Most of her systems have failed. Riker: Are you suggesting they be transferred to the Enterprise? Data: I do not believe we should leave them here, sir. With your permission, we will be returning with three containers. Riker: Whatever you do, do it quickly. Picard: Mister La Forge, set course zero five eight, mark one seven three. Laforge: Laying it in, sir. Picard: Number One, I want a staff meeting on the observation deck. Laforge: Captain, those coordinates will take us right into the Neutral Zone. Picard: That is correct, Mister La Forge. Warp factor eight. Laforge: Aye, sir. Warp eight. Picard: Engage. Picard: Two Federation outposts in sector three zero have been destroyed. There's been no communication with Federation starbases in sector three one since stardate 41903.2. Worf: Romulans. Picard: That's the assumption. Riker: There's been no direct contact with the Romulans since the Tomed Incident. Picard: The question are, why now? What's their objective? For fifty years there's barely a whisper out of them, and now for no apparent reason they seem to be back with a roar. Riker: Everything we know about them is based on rumor or conjecture. Picard: The strategic decision is to send one ship. Riker: The Enterprise. Worf: We could get out there and find ourselves greatly over-matched. Picard: True enough. It's a gamble. Riker: This first encounter, coming so suddenly after all this time. We have to assume it's a setup. Picard: If force is necessary, we will use it, but that will mean we have failed. Our goal here is to establish some kind of relations with the Romulans. If we don't succeed, then to convince them of our resolve. The general feeling at Starfleet is that they are seeking a confrontation. They may want to test themselves in battle against a Federation starship. See how far we have advanced. If that is the case, then I need to know it. Counselor, I shall need a full profile on them. Troi: There is limited information, but I will prepare something. Picard: Computer, estimated arrival time at the Neutral Zone? Computer: Nineteen hours, twenty eight minutes. Picard: Let's reassemble in six hours. Stay sharp. No surprises. I would rather outthink them than outfight them. Questions? Picard: What is it, Doctor? Crusher: It's the people from the capsule. Picard: Capsule? People? What people? Crusher: The people Data beamed over. Picard: I wasn't aware that he had. Crusher: Well he did, and they were frozen. I thawed them. Picard: You what? Crusher: I didn't know what else to do. The crypts in which they were frozen were literally falling apart. Picard: So what's their condition? Crusher: Right now, they are all sleeping. Each of them needed minor medical attention. Minor now, but then their conditions were obviously terminal. One had a heart problem, another had an advanced case of emphysema with extensive liver damage. You know the most surprising thing of all, is that each of them had been frozen after they died. Picard: After they died? Crusher: Cryonics. It was a kind of fad in the late twentieth century. People feared dying. It terrified them. At the moment of death, they would be frozen, so that later, some time in the future, when presumably medical science had a cure for whatever killed them, they could be thawed back to life, healed, and sent on about their business. Picard: In the case of this group, it apparently worked. Mister Data, will you report to Sickbay. Picard: Immediately. Picard: Look, I am never critical of any member of my staff being curious, but it's just that the timing is so Data: I could not leave them there, Captain. The condition of their vehicle was deteriorating. Picard: But Data, they were already dead. I mean, what more could have happened to them? Data: I see your point, Captain, but at the time it seemed the proper thing to do. Picard: Well, they're alive now. We're going to have to treat them as living human beings. Crusher: Alive and well and ready to be awakened. Picard: Before you wake them up, I want to have Security here. Lieutenant Worf, report to Sickbay. Crusher: I have them sedated now, but they should be up and about as soon as possible. Picard: Well, then we have no other choice. Crusher: None that I can see. Picard: Welcome to the twenty fourth century. Data: I was able to retrieve some information from the ancient disk I removed from the module's computer. Her name is Clare Raymond, age thirty five, occupation homemaker. Must be some kind of construction work. Crusher: She died of an embolism. It probably happened very suddenly, otherwise her physical condition was excellent. Data: His name is Ralph Offenhouse, age fifty five, occupation financier. Crusher: Advanced cardiomyopathy. Inoperable at the time, but easily correctable now. He must have known his condition was terminal for quite some time. Data: Much of his file we could not retrieved. His name is L Q Sonny Clemonds. Apparently his occupation had something to do with music. Crusher: There was marked deterioration of every system in his body. Probably from massive chemical abuse. Unbelievable. Picard: That sounds like someone who hated life. Yet he had himself frozen presumably so he could go through it all again. Crusher: Too afraid to live, too scared to die. Picard: Doctor, this seems to be a situation more suited to your talents. I'll leave it with you. I'll be on the Bridge. Picard: Number One, kindly take charge of our guests until we have time to decide what we're going to do with them. Riker: Aye, sir. Picard: Number One, keep them out of my way. Riker: I know this is all very confusing to you so I'll attempt to explain. You are on the starship USS Enterprise. Ralph: American? Riker: No, it's a vessel of the United Federation of Planets, and Earth is a member. Ralph: What year is this? Data: By your calendar two thousand three hundred sixty four. Ralph: What? My heart, is it? Crusher: It's perfectly fine. In fact, you are all now in excellent health. Ralph: It worked. I made it. Sonny: What is that? Riker: An android. Sonny: You mean a robot? Data: Actually there is a distinct difference between an android and a robot. Clare: And him? The one I saw before, with the head? Crusher: She means Worf. Riker: He's a Klingon. That takes a little more explanation. Sonny: Now, listen, guys. I paid some idiot a lot of money to freeze me when I died, and I just got to hear the words. Am I alive? Riker: Oh, yes. Absolutely. Sonny: And the liver that was about to explode in my face? Crusher: Perfectly sound. Clare: Excuse me, could someone please tell me what's going on here? Crusher: About three hundred and seventy years ago, you died of a massive embolism. Clare: I don't remember anything about that. Crusher: You and the others were frozen. Sonny: Cryonics. You know, freeze you now and heal you later. Clare: Yeah, I've heard of it. I just never gave it much thought. How did we get here? Data: You were in a space module. Sonny: The whacko who sold me this scam said that by putting us in orbit there weren't gonna be no chance of a brown out. Ralph: Yes, several cryonics companies fell into disrepute because of power failures which adversely affected their refrigeration system. Their stocks were severely depressed. Sonny: The whole deal was a long shot but I figured what the hell, might as well give them the dough instead of leaving it to my ex-wives. But you know, son, I figured it was all just a bunch of hooey. Data: Hooey? Ah, as in hogwash, malarky, jive. An intentional fabrication. Sonny: There you go, now you got it. Riker: Now, if you didn't contract for this, who did? Clare: It must have been my husband, Donald. If it was new and foolish, he would have popped for it. Well, I'll say this for it. It's the first thing he's ever bought into that worked. Ralph: I, for one, never had a doubt. My stock in this company must have split at least a dozen times by now. Data: Actually, the process of cryonics was never more than a fad, and did not continue much beyond the mid-twenty first century. Ralph: I need to make a phone call as soon as possible. Riker: A phone call? Ralph: Yes. I have provided for myself. I have a substantial portfolio. It's critical that I check on it. Let the bank know that I am alive and well. Riker: Ah, that's going to be a little difficult right at the moment. Ralph: Well, do you at least have a copy of The Wall Street Journal? Riker: I think we should take the Doctor's advice. Take this very slowly until we've all adjusted, and then we'll talk to the Captain. Troi: As you know, there is very little available on the Romulans. Picard: Counselor, anything would be helpful. Troi: They seem to be creatures of extremes. One moment violent beyond description, the next tender. They are related to the Vulcans, but as each race developed, their differences grew wider. They are intensely curious. Their belief in their own superiority is beyond arrogance. For some reason they have exhibited a fascination with humans and it is that fascination, more than anything else, that has kept the peace. One other thing. They will not initiate anything. They will wait for you to commit yourself. Picard: Counter-punchers. Thank you, Counselor. That's quite valuable. Data: Talk. Sonny: I'd like me a thick Kansas City steak, and some country fried potatoes, and a mess of greens. Oh, hell, just forget all that and give me have a martini, straight up, with two olives. For the vitamins. Data: Is there something wrong? Sonny: Wrong? Only that your computer here fixed about the best martini I have ever had. I just might get to like this place. Let's see if the Braves are on. How do you turn on this teevee? Riker: TV? Sonny: Yeah, the boob tube. I'd like to see how the Braves are doing after all this time. Probably still finding ways to lose. Data: I believe he means television, sir. That particular form of entertainment did not last much beyond the year two thousand forty. Sonny: Well, what do you guys do? I mean, you don't drink, and you ain't got no TV. Must be kind of boring, ain't it? Picard: Number One. Riker: Riker here. Picard: Would you and Mister Data report to the Bridge? Riker: At once, sir. Ralph: With whom were you speaking? Riker: The Captain. Ralph: Good. Would you tell him I would like to see him as soon as it's convenient? Clare: What's going to happen to us? Do we stay here with you? Do we go back to Earth? Riker: That will all be up to the Captain. Ralph: Well, get him in here. I have to phone Geneva right away about my accounts. The interest alone could be enough to buy this ship. Sonny: The Yankee's right. Let's get the big boy in here. Riker: I'll pass along your request. If you'll excuse us. Sonny: Duty calls. Hey, I understand. Why don't you come back later on. You and me'll find us a couple of low mileage pit woofies, and help'em build a memory. Data: What is to be done with them, sir? Riker: I don't know. Data: Commander, a low mileage pit woofie? Riker: This time you've got me. I haven't a clue. Data: These are the most unusual humans I have ever encountered. Riker: Well, from what I've seen of our guests, there's not much to redeem them. It makes one wonder how our species survived the twenty-first century. Picard: Report. Worf: We are six hours from the Neutral Zone. I have been unable to establish communications with any Federation colony or station in this vicinity. Picard: How many outposts are there in this sector? Worf: Nine. Riker: I think we work on the assumption they've all been destroyed. Laforge: By the Romulans? Riker: It fits their historical pattern. Data: Since we have no contact with the Romulans for fifty three years, seven months, eighteen days, we must consider that the information we do have, is out of date. Riker: The positive side of that is the information they have about us is also out of date. Captain, I think it's that lack of information that this is all about. Picard: Go on. Riker: In my opinion, the Romulans want a confrontation specifically with us. Picard: The Enterprise? Riker: Well, not by name, but the Federation. They know the Federation will send their best. That'll give them a perfect chance to see firsthand how far we've advanced both in technology and technique. Picard: What are you recommending? Riker: I'm not sure I have a specific recommendation. Perhaps we should assume the initiative. Worf: I agree with Commander Riker. This may be our only opportunity. We should seize it. Picard: Mister Data? Data: The strategy is built on a single premise. The hostile intent of the Romulans. If the premise is sound, so is the proposal. Laforge: If their intention isn't hostile, what is it? Ralph: Captain Picard? Picard: This is Captain Picard. To whom am I speaking? Ralph: Ralph Offenhouse. Ralph: I need to talk to you. Picard: What is going on here, Number One? Did you give him permission to contact me? Riker: Of course not. He must have seen me use the comm. panel. Picard: Listen, Mister Offenhouse. We're in a very important conference right now. Ralph: I'm sick and tired of being put off Ralph: By you and your staff. This is the worst run ship I have ever been on. Ralph: You should take some lessons from the QE Two. Now that's an efficient operation. Picard: Data, identify. What is a QE Two? Data: It was a passenger liner which mostly traveled Earth's Atlantic Ocean during the late twentieth and early twenty first centuries. Picard: He's comparing the Enterprise to a cruise ship? Ralph: Captain Picard, I demand that you see me. I think I have been very, very patient. Ralph: I demand a phone, or a radio whatever else you have. Frankly, enough is enough. Especially under the circumstances, and considering what I paid for this procedure! I must make contact with my law Picard: I'm Captain Picard. Ralph: Excellent. Now, maybe we'll be able to get some things straightened out. Picard: We may indeed. Those comm. panels are for official ship business. Ralph: If they are so important, why don't they need an executive key? Picard: Aboard a starship, that is not necessary. We are all capable of exercising self-diskipline. Now, you will refrain from using them. Ralph: Now just a minute. Picard: We are in a very serious and potentially dangerous situation. Ralph: I'm sure whatever it is seems very important to you, but my situation is far more critical. Picard: I don't think you are aware of your situation, or of how much time has passed. Ralph: Believe me, I'm fully cognisant of where I am, and when. It is simply that I have more to protect than a man in your position could possibly imagine. No offense, but a military career has never been considered to be upwardly mobile. I must contact my lawyer. Picard: Your lawyer has been dead for centuries. Ralph: Yes, of course I know that, but he was a full partner in a very important firm. Rest assured, that firm is still operating. Picard: That's what this is all about. A lot has changed in the past three hundred years. People are no longer obsessed with the accumulation of things. We've eliminated hunger, want, the need for possessions. We have grown out of our infancy. Ralph: You've got it all wrong. It's never been about possessions. It's about power. Picard: Power to do what? Ralph: To control your life, your destiny. Picard: That kind of control is an illusion. Ralph: Really? I'm here, aren't I? I should be dead but I'm not. Picard: What is it? Clare: I don't know. It just started and it won't stop. I keep thinking about my boys. Picard: Counselor Troi, will you report to the guest lounge? Riker: Captain, we are approaching Science Station Delta Zero Five. Picard: Slow to half impulse. I'm on my way. Sonny: Captain, I need to see that pretty little Doctor of yours. Picard: I'll inform her. Ralph: Captain. I didn't mean to come on so strong. It's just that I've built my whole life on knowing what's going on. For the first time I feel completely out of touch. It's making me crazy. You can understand that? Picard: It's the first thing you've said I do understand. I'll see what I can do. And, please, stay off the comm. panels. Picard: Counselor, will you get those people under control. We cannot afford this continuing distraction. Troi: Yes, sir. Troi: Hello. My name is Deanna. Clare: They sent you here to settle me down? Troi: I'm the ship's Counselor and I thought you might want to talk. Clare: The local shrink. Troi: I'm sorry, I'm not familiar with that term. Clare: It doesn't matter. Troi: You're feeling profoundly sad. Clare: I can't stop crying. I miss my sons, and then I think I'm here, but they are gone. Donald, that's my husband. I love that man but, good intentions aside, he'd mess up a free lunch. Why on Earth he ever decided to do this? Troi: He must have thought you would have wanted it. Clare: No, I can tell you exactly what happened. He couldn't think about going on alone. I died and he couldn't face it, so he figured if he had me frozen, then in his mind I wasn't really gone. It sounds crazy, but you had to know Donald. I wish I knew what happened to my children. Did they get married, did they have kids? Troi: Let's see if we can find out. Computer, this is Counselor Troi. Request personal history on. What are their names? Clare: Tommy. He's eight, and Eddie's five. Computer: Full names, date and place of birth. Clare: They were born in Secaucus, that's in Jersey. Can this really work? Can this tell me what's happened to them? Troi: Well, there must be a record somewhere. There is a good chance we can find it. Clare: Well, whether we do or not, I want to thank you for trying. Date of birth. Tommy was born February seventeenth Sonny: I just got to have a little something to jump start the morning, and a little something else to shut down the night. Crusher: You have no medical need. Sonny: It ain't a question of need, darling. It's a matter of survival. Crusher: Sorry. Sonny: Not to worry. Old Watosh'll scuffle along the best way he can. How do I get a hold of that feller with the strange looking face? Crusher: I beg your pardon? Sonny: What's his name. That android fella. Crusher: You mean Lieutenant Commander Data? Sonny: That's the one. Crusher: I'll let him know you're looking for him. Sonny: Much obliged. You know, you're just about the prettiest little old Doctor I ever seen. Crusher: Much obliged. Clare: This is amazing. It's all right here. Troi: Ten generations of your progeny. Clare: Everyone I've ever known is dead. Do you mind? I'd like to be alone. Troi: No, not at all. Data: You asked to see me. Sonny: Look, I'm about to go out of my mind for something to do. I mean, sitting here alone just don't get it. What say you and I put together a little party? Data: A celebration? Sonny: No, nothing that fancy. Just some folks, some suds, and some sounds. Hell, it ain't nothing but something to do. Data: I will speak to the Captain. Sonny: Great, you do that. Data: Inquiry. You do not seem to be having as much difficulty adjusting to your current circumstances as the others. Sonny: You mean being here on this tub four hundred years from where I started? Heck, it's the same dance, it's just a different tune. You think anybody here's got a guitar I could borrow? Data: No, but the computer can replicate such an instrument. Sonny: I was kind of hoping to get one while I still remember the chords. Riker: Commander Data, we are approaching the Neutral Zone. Report to the Bridge. Data: I must leave now. Sonny: What's this Neutral Zone? Data: It is a buffer between the Romulan Empire and the Federation. Sonny: Why does that make me nervous? Data: I do not know. Sonny: We won't be inviting these Romulans to our party, will we? Data: No, that would not be appropriate. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We have arrived at the edge of the Neutral Zone, where we will now have an opportunity to learn firsthand what happened to our distant outpost. Data: Captain, there is nothing left of Outpost Delta Zero Five. Laforge: Must have been one hell of an explosion. Data: Sensors indicate no evidence of conventional attack. Picard: Can you determine what happened? Worf: The outpost was not just destroyed, it's as though some great force just scooped it off the face of the planet. Picard: Could it have been a natural phenomenon? Worf: Insufficient information, sir. Picard: Mister La Forge. Laforge: Sir? Picard: Set course for the next closest station. Laforge: Aye, sir. Ralph: I have spent my career being able to tell when the other guy's mouth is dry. There is something going on here. Something serious. The tension level on this ship has jumped up. Sonny: Even if you're right, what can we do about it? And besides, these old boys here don't need us telling them where the bear sits. Look here what that young fella made for me. Clare: How did he do that? Sonny: He called it a pattern replication. It plays real good, too. Ralph: I'm trying to tell you that there is a situation developing on this vessel that directly affects us, and all you can talk about is that stupid guitar! Sonny: Hey, now, these folks don't need us swimming in their soup, so why don't you just relax and let'em do their jobs? Ralph: That may be all right for you, but I am not willing to allow my fate to be decided by others. I at least want to know what is going on. Laforge: We are approaching Tarod Nine. Data: The condition is identical, Captain. Worf: Everyone and everything is gone. Riker: Captain, I strongly recommend that we go to Red Alert. If the Romulans have improved their cloaking device, and we'd be fools to believe they haven't, we should assume a more defensive posture. Worf: I agree, Captain. I recommend we go immediately to battle stations. Picard: I appreciate your advice and concern, but this is not the time for rash actions. We are still investigating. There are three other stations in this sector we have to visit. Let's proceed in a calm and orderly manner. Riker: If not battle stations, may we at least take the ship to Yellow Alert? Picard: Yes, Number One. That would be prudent. Make it so. Ralph: Ah, let's see. I want to go to the, er. Where would the Captain be? Computer: Captain Picard is located on the main Bridge. Ralph: Well then, take me to the main Bridge. Worf: Captain, my sensors indicate a disturbance. It is large and moving, but I cannot get a positive lock nor can I get it on the viewscreen. Riker: Shields up. Worf: Aye, sir. Riker: Captain, I recommend we transfer all power to phasers, and arm the photon torpedoes. Picard: Wait. If that is a Romulan ship, they will read our intent. It'll force them into taking a similar posture. We don't want to engage in battle. Riker: Captain, this is sufficient evidence. Outposts have been destroyed. Countless lives have been lost. Worf: I have a positive lock. They're disengaging their cloaking device. Riker: They'll only be vulnerable for an instant as they become visible. Worf: Captain, this may be our only chance. Picard: No. Riker: Where are they? Worf: The signal is weakening. Worf: I've lost them. Picard: Damn. Mister Data, are your sensors picking up anything? You should be detecting a disturbance. Data: Negative, sir. Laforge: We wanted to know if they have improved the cloaking device. Guess we have our answer. Picard: They were trying to determine our intent. They wanted to see if we would fire. Ralph: Who the hell are they? Riker: Get that man off the Bridge, now. Ralph: I'm not going anywhere. Worf: Captain, they're back. Riker: Amazing. I never thought I would ever see a Romulan ship. Not this close. Laforge: The last time we encountered them was decades ago. Cost thousands of lives. Ralph: I can believe that. Picard: Stay calm, everyone. Open hailing frequencies. Worf: Captain, these are Romulans. They are without honor. They killed my parents in an attack on Khitomer when they were supposed to be our allies. They believe humans and Klingons are a waste of skin. Picard: Lieutenant, control your emotions. Please, open hailing frequencies. Worf: Hailing frequencies open. Picard: Romulan vessel, this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. Data: Sensors indicate all of their systems are armed, sir. Picard: But they've not fired. Let's try them again. Tebok: I am Commander Tebok. Picard: Commander, you have crossed the Neutral Zone. This is Federation territory. Thei: It was necessary. Picard: It might be viewed as an act of aggression. Thei: If our intent were aggression, you would not be here now. Tebok: If we go to war, let us be sure it is for the right reason. We are here because our outposts, which border the Neutral Zone, were also attacked. Thei: Destroyed in the exact same manner as your own. Worf: Even so, what gives them the right to enter Federation space? Tebok: Silence your dog, Captain. Picard: Lieutenant Worf's question is valid. Thei: To even to ask such a question implies that we need permission. We do not. Picard: Do you think that we attacked your outposts? Tebok: Once we realized the level of destruction, we knew it could not have been you. Picard: Who is responsible? Ralph: They haven't got a clue. They're hoping you know, but they're too arrogant to ask. Riker: You're out of line, Mister. Picard: Yes, but it's a correct assessment. Tebok: We do not know who is responsible. Why entire outposts on both sides have been carried off. Picard: I would like to offer a proposal. Thei: An alliance? Between the Romulans and the Federation? Picard: Nothing so grandiose. Just this. Cooperation. There was an intent here. Whoever or whatever did this is more powerful than either of us. Let's collaborate. Let's share whatever we learn about what has happened here. Thei: Agreed. On this one issue. And only if it is convenient and appropriate at the time. Tebok: Captain Picard, because your actions are those of a thoughtful man, I'll you this. Matters more urgent caused our absence. Now, witness the result. Outposts destroyed, expansion of the Federation everywhere. Yes, we have indeed been negligent, Captain. But no more. Picard: Commander, we have made some progress here. Let's not ruin that with unnecessary posturing. Tebok: Your presence is not wanted. Do you understand my meaning, Captain? We are back. Picard: I think our lives just became a lot more complicated. Get him off my Bridge. Troi: I've found something. I have been able to locate a family living outside of Indianapolis. The man's name is Thomas Raymond. Clare: That's my son's name. My son's name is Tommy. Troi: Computer, let us see Thomas Raymond. Clare: Oh, my God. That's Donald. That's my husband. Troi: Actually, it's your great, great, great, great, great grandson. Clare: He's the spitting image. Troi: Well, I have his address. When you get back to Earth, you can go and see him. Clare: No, I'll be out of time. A relic. Troi: Perhaps. But it's a place to start. After all, he is family. Clare: There's no denying that. Picard: Here's what I propose. You can't stay on the Enterprise, but I have arranged for us to rendezvous with the USS Charleston, bound for Earth. They will deliver you there. Ralph: Then what will happen to us? There's no trace of my money. My office is gone. What will I do? How will I live? Picard: This is the twenty fourth century. Material needs no longer exist. Ralph: Then what's the challenge? Picard: The challenge, Mister Offenhouse, is to improve yourself. To enrich yourself. Enjoy it. Sonny: Well, one good thing is, since everybody's forgotten everything I ever did, it'll all be brand spanking new. I'll be a bigger hit than I ever was. Picard: Perhaps so. Anything is possible. Sonny: What say you, son. You'd make a hell of a sideman. Data: That offer does present a certain fascination. Laforge: Captain, I have plotted a course to intercept the Charleston, but they've just informed me that they'll be making an extended stop at Arloff Nine. Picard: Your point, Mister La Forge? Laforge: Well, at warp eight, we could have our guests at Starbase Thirty Nine Sierra in five days. Take months off their journey. Picard: But they'll benefit from the extended time. It will allow them to acclimate before returning to Earth. Riker: It's a pity we can't take them ourselves. Having them on board is like a visit from the past. Picard: That would take us in the wrong direction. Our mission is to go forward, and it's just begun. Set velocity. Warp six, Mister La Forge. Laforge: Aye, sir. Warp six. Picard: There's still much to do. Still so much to learn. Mister La Forge, engage.

Computer: Repulse shuttle has cleared docking bay three. Riker: Open hailing frequencies. Worf: Hailing frequencies opened. Riker: Repulse, this is the Enterprise. We are getting underway. Repulse: Acknowledged, Enterprise. Transfer complete. Good luck on your mission. Riker: And to you. Repulse: Give my regards to your Captain. Repulse out. Wesley: Shuttlebay is secure, sir. Riker: Thank you, Mister Crusher. Make all preparations to get underway. Laforge: We're constructing the enclosure on cargo deck five. Picard: Come. Riker: The transfer's been complete. Doctor Pulaski is being shown to her quarters. We're ready to get underway. Picard: Grand. Take a look at the containment module our Chief Engineer has designed. Riker: Chief Engineer. It still has a nice ring to it. Laforge: Each of these units will have total environmental control. Gravity, temperature, atmosphere, light, all in a protective stasis field. Riker: And these get put into the large containment unit. Laforge: Right. See, these modules will keep the specimens alive, but it's this large containment area that's going to keep us alive. Now, I have to go and replicate this five hundred and twelve times, which means I'll have to divert power from the warp engines to the replicator for a while. Picard: How long will we be on impulse power? Laforge: A couple of hours. Can't be helped. Riker: When we leave 'audet Nine, I'm going to need all the power you can slam into those warp engines. Laforge: You'll have it. Picard: I'll relieve you at zero three zero zero. Riker: Take us out of orbit, Mister Crusher. Set course for 'audet Nine. Wesley: Aye, sir. Course for 'audet Nine has been input. Riker: Maximum impulse velocity. Wesley: Aye, sir. Riker: Engage. Data: Engineering, this is Science One. I have just observed what appeared to be a random energy transference. Laforge: Where? Data: Aft. Outboard of the port nacelle. Laforge: Hold on, I'll check. Laforge: No, I show nothing here, Data. Riker: Problem, Commander? Data: Possibility, sir. An unexplained power fluctuation. Riker: Let me know if it reoccurs. Data: Aye, sir. Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 42073.1. There has been an outbreak of an unclassified plasma plague in the Rachelis system. We are on an emergency run to collect specimens of the deadly plague and transport them to Science Station Tango Sierra, where hopefully an antidote can be produced. Laforge: How's it going? Crewman: Finished. Just waiting to insert the modules. Picard: Number One. Riker: Lieutenant La Forge says we will be able to engage the warp drive within the hour. Picard: Grand. Mister Data, when we have a complete list of all the specimens we will be carrying, I want you and Doctor er, Data: Pulaski, sir. Picard: Doctor Pulaski. I want you to go through them. Data: Aye, sir. Picard: By the way, where is our new doctor? Has she reported in? Riker: Not yet. Picard: Sickbay, this is the captain. Sickbay: Sickbay, aye. Picard: Is Doctor Pulaski there? Sickbay: Er, no, sir. The Doctor is in Ten forward. Picard: Thank you. Sickbay: Aye, sir. Picard: A few hours on board and already she's found Ten forward. Riker: I'll go get her. Picard: No. I'll go. Worf: Not the best way to meet your new Captain. Picard: Deck ten, forward station one. Wesley: Hello, Captain. Picard: Ensign. I'm sorry this mission will delay your reunion with your mother. Wesley: That's all right. That will give me the time to finish some projects I have to do. It's going to be hard leaving the Enterprise. Picard: Mixed feelings for all of us. It's always difficult leaving any ship, just as it was for your mother Picard: When she left to become head of Starfleet Medical. But going from one assignment to another is part of the life which you are choosing. Wesley: I know, but this isn't any ship. Picard: How true. Picard: Guinan. Guinan: Captain. Picard: Where is Doctor Pulaski? Thank you. (Picard goes over to a table by a window occupied by Troi and another woman. Everyone say Hi! to Ann Mulhall, or Miranda Jones if you prefer) Picard: Doctor Katherine Pulaski? Pulaski: Ah you must be Captain Picard. Picard: Doctor, protocol may have been lax on your last assignment, but here on the Enterprise. Pulaski: Sit down, Captain. You'd better listen to this. Picard: Lieutenant La Forge, status report. Laforge: The containment area is completed, Captain, and the last of the modules are being inserted. Picard: Take us to warp six as soon as possible. Laforge: Acknowledged. Picard: This is Doctor Katherine Pulaski. We will handle the formal introduction later. Counselor Deanna Troi is pregnant. She is going to have a baby. Riker: Baby? This is a surprise. Troi: More so for me. Pulaski: This pregnancy is unlike anything I have ever encountered. Since she came to me a few hours ago, I have done two complete examinations of Counselor Troi. This is from the first examination. The fetus is about halfway through the first trimester, about six weeks old. Now, understand we believe conception took place eleven hours ago. Riker: What? Pulaski: It gets better. This is the second exam one hour later. Now, it's consistent, except for the fact that it appears the fetus is several weeks older. At this growth rate, Counselor Troi will have her baby in about thirty six hours. The normal gestation rate for a Betazoid is ten months. Riker: I don't mean to be indelicate, but who's the father? Troi: Last night, while I slept, something which I can only describe as a presence, entered my body. Picard: A life form of unknown origin and intent is breeding right now inside Counselor Troi. Our purpose here is to determine what is to be done about this very unusual situation. Discussion. Riker: No, wait. Let me get this straight. Deanna was impregnated by by what? Doctor, what do the tests show? Is it a humanoid? An alien? Pulaski: It's a male human, or in this case half-human half-Betazoid. Riker: Exactly the same as Deanna. Pulaski: In every way. In fact, there is nothing to indicate that there are any genetic patterns other than hers. Riker: I don't think this is a random occurrence. I think there's a purpose here. A reason. What, I don't know. Worf: Captain, obviously the pregnancy must be terminated for the safety of the ship and crew. Riker: Worf, you can't assume the intent was belligerent. Worf: That is the safest assumption. Data: Captain, this is a life form. Not to allow it to develop naturally would deny us the opportunity to study it. Worf: If the fetus is aborted, laboratory analysis is still possible. Riker: Doctor, is there any health risk to Counselor Troi if the fetus is aborted? Troi: Captain, do whatever you feel is necessary to protect the ship and the crew, but know this. I'm going to have this baby. Picard: Then it seems that the discussion is over. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We have finally arrived at 'audet Nine, where we will pick up the specimens of plasma plague for transport to Rachelis. It is only because so many lives are at stake that I am willing to put this ship and crew at such great risk. Meanwhile, Counselor Troi's pregnancy continues to progress at an astonishing rate. Picard: How are you feeling? Troi: I should be feeling uncomfortable with all the changes in my body but, I don't. I feel fine. Better than fine. Wonderful. Riker: Standard orbit. Wesley: Standard orbit, sir. Picard: Open hailing frequencies. Worf: Hailing frequencies open. Picard: 'Audet Nine, this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. Dealt: Ah, the Enterprise, here at last. Well, good. Let's get going. Picard: Excuse me, to whom am I speaking? Dealt: To whom are you speaking? Oh I'm Lieutenant Commander Hester Dealt, Medical Trustee, Federation Medical Collection Station. Picard: Are the specimens ready for transfer? Dealt: Yes, but with your permission I would like to inspect the containment area before we proceed. Now it's not that I doubt the ability of your crew, but we cannot afford a mistake. Picard: I appreciate your caution. In the like vein, I want a complete, detailed manifest of everything you intend to bring on board my ship. Dealt: Very good. I will allow access you to my computer banks, okay? Picard: Mister Data, download the inventory and cross-reference it with the medical computer. Number One, arrange to have Hester Dealt transported up. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Although it's been fourteen hours since we arrived at 'audet Nine. Hester Dealt has still not completed inspection of the containment unit. A transfer will not be permitted until he's assured of zero growth during our voyage. Meanwhile, the desperate pleas from the Rachelis System continue. Data: Captain, the final manifest has been received. Picard: At last. Review it with Doctor Pulaski. I want you both to be completely familiar with it. Data: Aye, sir. Troi: Data, will you help me get to Sickbay. Troi: It's time. Pulaski: Oh, you bet it is. Let's get you to Maternity. Data: Worf, assemble your security team in Sickbay. Pulaski: Is that necessary? Data: Yes, Doctor. Captain's orders. Pulaski: Well, it's strange to need armed guards in a delivery room. This way. Pulaski: How frequent are your contractions? Troi: Very close together. Pulaski: In my other deliveries, except for a couple, the father was always present. Troi: Difficult under the circumstances. Data: Perhaps I could serve in that capacity. Pulaski: Counselor Troi is going to need the comfort of a human touch, not the cold hand of technology. Troi: Doctor, I think Commander Data will do very nicely. Pulaski: Your choice. Troi: You don't have to do anything, Data. Just be with me. Pulaski: There is nothing to be nervous about. Data: Nervous? I find this very interesting. Although I understand, in technical terms, how life is formed, there is still a part of the process which eludes me. The child inside you, are you able to access his thought process? Does he have thoughts? You are aware of him. Is he aware of you? And when does that awareness begin? Troi: It's happening. Data: How does it feel? Troi: Data! Data: Yes? Troi: Now! Data: Now? Now! Doctor! Doctor! Doctor! Pulaski: This is an impatient baby. He's eager to make his appearance. Do you want something for the pain? It will in no way diminish the experience. Troi: I have felt no pain. Pulaski: None? Troi: No, none at all. Pulaski: Have your Security men stand back. I understand the importance of having you here, but keep out from underfoot. Fetal position? Nurse: Normal. Pulaski: Fetal pulse? Nurse: One thirty seven. Pulaski: The baby is showing healthy respiratory movements. Pulaski: The action of the heart rate is good. The baby's doing wonderfully, Troi. Breathe slowly. You're doing great. Stay calm. That's it. There it is. I've got him. You can relax. Pulaski: There, there. That's a good boy. It's okay. Oh, my, he's beautiful. Are easy births the norm for Betazoids? Troi: Not according to my mother. Pulaski: You can come in the rest of the way now. There's no threat, Lieutenant. You and your men can relax. It's just a baby. Data: Thank you for allowing me to participate. It was remarkable. Pulaski: Do you have a name? Troi: Ian Andrew, after my father. Troi: Were you hear all along? Riker: Yes. He's beautiful, Deanna. Just like his mother. Pulaski: How do you feel? Troi: Fine. Wonderful. Thank you, Doctor, for everything. Pulaski: Amazing. Pulaski: Captain. Picard: Doctor. Welcome to the Bridge. Please, sit down. How is Counselor Troi? Did she have a good night? Pulaski: I've delivered dozens of babies, but none like this. There was no pain, no trauma. Riker: It's true. Pulaski: It was effortless for both of them. Picard: I'm not sure of your point. Pulaski: She had her baby yesterday. If I were to examine her now, I would not be able to tell she had a baby, or had ever had a baby. It was as if the incident never happened. Picard: Data, how long before we begin the transfer? Data: Two hours nineteen minutes, sir. Picard: Number One, you have the Bridge. Riker: Aye, sir. Picard: You will accompany me, Doctor? Please? I think it's time I paid my respects. Troi: Come in. Picard: Deanna, I wanted to see how you were and have a look at your baby! My goodness. How old is he? Pulaski: In actuality, a day. Picard: Yes, but Pulaski: In appearance, almost four earth years old. Troi: Ian, say hello to Captain Picard. Picard: You mean he can talk? Ian: Hello. Picard: Hello, Ian. Ian: Please don't worry. Everything is okay. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We are faced with two major problems. Troi's child and the deadly cargo we are about to take on. In the hours since his birth, Troi's baby has continued his rapid growth and now appears, physically and mentally, to be a child of eight. Still there is no indication as to who he is, or why he is here. Riker: Sickbay, this is the Bridge. We are ready to begin loading. Pulaski: We need a little more time. It's taking longer than we anticipated to categorize these specimens. Pulaski: Da ta, look at this. Data: Data. Pulaski: What? Data: My name. It is pronounced Data. Pulaski: Oh? Data: You called me Da ta. Pulaski: What's the difference? Data: One is my name. The other is not. Pulaski: Is this possible? With all of your neural nets, algorithms, and heuristics, is there some combination makes up a circuit for bruised feelings? Possible? I am unfamiliar with this symbol. Data: It indicates a genetically engineered biological life form. Pulaski: About twenty percent of the specimens fall into that category. Some eager beaver at play. Data: Query. Eager beaver? Pulaski: Well in this case, eager beaver refers to some overachieving genetic engineer, who, probably because of lack of anything better to do, has forced this strain of virus to mutate, just so we can see how bad, bad can get. Captain Picard. Picard: Picard. Pulaski: I just wanted you to know what risks we're about to take. Picard: Go on. Pulaski: If the most innocuous specimen on the manifest list gets loose, Pulaski: It will destroy all life on the Enterprise in a matter of hours. Picard: I understand, Doctor. Do you have a recommendation? Pulaski: Considering how desperately this is needed, no, I don't. I just wanted you to know what we were carrying. Picard: Thank you. Picard: Commander Data, if you have completed your review, you are needed in transporter room three. Data: Aye, sir. Excuse me, Doctor. Pulaski: That's all right. Da ta. Data. Whatever. Troi: Ian? Ian! Miss Gladstone: He's a very tactile child. He wants to touch and feel everything. Troi: It's time to go, sweetheart. Miss Gladstone: Unbelievable. I think he's actually grown since you dropped him off. Ian: I like it here, Mommy. Troi: I thought you would. Say thank you to Miss Gladstone for having you, and let's go get something to eat. Ian: Thank you. Boy: Bye. Troi: Thank you. Computer: Bio-transfer authorisation complete. O'Brien: Cargo deck five, we will commence transportation O'Brien: On your command. Laforge: Transporter three, we are ready to receive. Laforge: Data, the first batch is in place, and we're ready for the next. Riker: You'll inform me when loading is complete and the cargo secure. Laforge: Aye, sir. Troi: Come in. Pulaski: I wanted to stop by and see how Ian was doing. Troi: We're doing fine. I was just about to get him his supper. Ian: Do you want your supper now, too? Picard: No, Ian, but thank you for the invitation. Ian: You're welcome. Have you ever played with puppies? Troi: They had a litter today in the nursery. Picard: No, Ian, I don't think I've played with puppies. Ian: You should come to the nursery while the puppies are still there. Picard: Perhaps later. Ian: Ow! Mom. Pulaski: Let me see that. That's not so bad. Ian: My face is wet. Troi: Is that better, sweetheart? Everything's going to be fine. Pulaski: He allowed himself to be burned. Picard: For the experience. Pulaski: Who is he? Why is he here? What does he want? Picard: Ian, could you tell us why you are here? Ian: Because Mommy said it was time to eat. Picard: No, I mean, why you are here on this ship? Ian: I live here. Troi: Ian, I think the Captain wants to know if you are ready to tell us why you came here. Ian: No, not yet. Troi: The answer is within him. When his cognitive powers have sufficiently developed, he will be able to articulate it. Picard: I hope he will tell us soon. Ian: Bye. Riker: Cargo has been loaded and is secure. Picard: Then take us out of orbit, Number One. Set a course for Rachelis, warp six. Guinan: Can I get you something? Wesley: No, nothing. I just like to stand here. Guinan: I don't blame you. It's beautiful. Wesley: Yes. Guinan: How about some nice Mareuvian Tea? Wesley: No, nothing. Thank you. Guinan: You'll be leaving soon. Wesley: Yes. Guinan: What do you see when you look out there? Wesley: The Lorenze cluster, and there Arneb and there Epsilon Indi. Guinan: That's not what I mean. I mean, when you look there, don't you see your future? Wesley: It'll still be there. Guinan: How about a cup of nectar direct from Prometheus? Wesley: No, nothing. That's the third time you've asked me. Guinan: It's what I'm expected to do. Don't you always do what's expected? Wesley: I try. Guinan: Even if it's not what you really want? Wesley: Sometimes. Sometimes it's more important to consider others before yourself. Guinan: Yes. But sometimes the game is to know when to consider yourself before others. Give yourself permission to be selfish. Dealt: Something's wrong. Laforge: What is it? Dealt: Growth. Laforge: Where? Dealt: L seven three. Laforge: Bridge, this is cargo deck five. Picard: Yes, La Forge? Laforge: Captain, we have a malfunction in the containment area. Picard: How serious? Dealt: Very. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. For reasons as yet unknown, one of the deadly specimens of plasma plague has begun to grow. Picard: Report, Mister La Forge. Laforge: Captain, we've checked everything. There's no reason for this to be happening. I can't even isolate the cause of the problem. Riker: Come on Data, we'd better get down there. Picard: Doctor Pulaski. Pulaski: Yes, Captain? Picard: We're having a little difficulty on cargo deck five. Your presence is requested. Pulaski: I'm on my way. Wesley: You never talk about yourself. Guinan: Sure I do. All the time. Wesley: People say you're very old. Guinan: Oh? Wesley: And that you knew Captain Picard when he was on the Stargazer. Guinan: No, I never knew the Captain till I came onboard. Wesley: Everyone's very curious about you. Guinan: Yes, I'll bet they are. Wesley: They want to know where you're from. Guinan: Where do they say? Wesley: I heard that you're from Nova Kron and that Picard: Mister Crusher, report to the Bridge. Wesley: Aye, sir. Got to go. Thanks. Guinan: For a dish of Delovian soufflé? Wesley: No, not for the soufflé. I meant, for the rest. Guinan: That's why I'm here. Wesley: Thanks. Bye. Riker: Why this module and not the others? Data: Computer, run diagnostic on module L seven three. Computer: All circuits functional. Laforge: Environment's as programmed. Temperature ninety seven degrees Kelvin. Radiation flux zero. Stasis field nominal. Everything exactly as it should be, right down the line. Data: Perhaps it is a sensor malfunction. Computer, inquiry. Is growth actually occurring in module L seven three? Computer: Confirmed. Riker: Doctor, one of the specimens is growing. Pulaski: Destroy it now. Dealt: I can't. Riker: Data, prepare to jettison the module. Dealt: We can't do that either. It will go into a spore and remain until it comes in contact with a planet or another ship. The results would be disastrous. Riker: Commander, your attitude tells me that however bad I think it is, it's actually worse. Dealt: This is not going to hold it. Riker: Go on. Dealt: The rate of growth is increasing so rapidly, within thirty minutes it's going to push out of it's module. Within two hours, it'll break out of the containment area. Laforge: No, no, no. It can't break through this. Dealt: Yes, it will. Riker: Captain, we may not be able to get control of this situation. I recommend we arrange transfer of all non-essential personnel to the saucer section. Riker: If we lose containment, we should be prepared to separate. Picard: Make it so. Pulaski: Why this one specimen and none of the others? Something is stimulating it. Do you have its etiology? Do you know how it was developed? Dealt: Yes, it's right over here. Pulaski: It's a mutated strain developed by Doctor Susan Nuress during an outbreak of plasma plague seventy years ago in the Oby System. It was number nine in a series of fifty eight tests. This particular one bombarded by low levels of Eichner radiation. Could exposure to Eichner radiation stimulate growth? Dealt: It could, but I. I've got something. Riker: Why didn't you detect this before? Dealt: I don't know. It wasn't here before. Pulaski: Well, it is now. What emits that type of radiation? Data: A subspace phase inverter. Laforge: We don't have one. Data: Certain cyanoacrylates. Pulaski: Also not on this ship. What else? Because it's here and we better find it. Ian: I can feel that some of the people are very worried. Troi: Yes. I feel it too, but don't you worry. Ian: It's me, Mommy. I'm the reason. Troi: What? Ian: It's me. Troi: You? Ian: Yes. I have to leave you now, or it'll be very bad for everyone. Troi: What are you saying? Ian: I have to leave now. Troi: Leave? You are going to die. No, you can't! Sickbay, this is Counselor Troi, I need the Doctor in my quarters now! Ian! Ian, no. Ian. Troi: It's Ian. Hurry. Pulaski: What happened? Did he eat anything? Did he fall? Troi: No. Data: Commander, the child is the source of the unusual radiation. Troi: Ian said he's the reason the ship is in danger. Data: That analysis is correct. Pulaski: I'm losing life signs. Troi: You must save him. Pulaski: I'm sorry. Laforge: Commander Riker, the containment field has stabilized. Riker: Thank you, Lieutenant. Troi: Then Ian was right. He was the cause. Riker: Apparently so. Troi: He is a life force entity. When we passed each other in space, he was curious about us, so he decided the best way to learn was to go through the process. To be born, to live as one of us and in that way to understand us. He never meant any harm. Riker: There was a moment when you smiled. Troi: He said, thank you. I told him we will miss him. And I will. Picard: Standard station orbit, Mister Crusher. Wesley: Aye, sir, standard orbit. Picard: Transporter room three, this is the Captain. We have arrived. Picard: Let's make this transfer with all deliberate speed. Data: Aye, sir. Riker: I'll be glad to be relieved of this cargo. Picard: You have the Bridge, Number One. Wesley: Captain. Could I see you when you have a moment? Picard: In my Ready room, when your duties permit. Wesley: Thank you, sir. Laforge: How long is it going to take to develop a vaccine? Dealt: We may never develop one. Laforge: All of this might have been in vain? Dealt: Let's hope not. Data: Stand by to energize. Laforge: Good luck. Laforge: Data, you can lock on to the first group and begin transporting on my mark. Picard: Come. Wesley: Captain Picard, I've thought about this a lot. I want to remain on the Enterprise. Picard: Have you discussed this with your mother? Wesley: No, sir. Before I do that, I'd like your permission to stay. Picard: Wesley, it's a little more complicated than that. Wesley: Captain, this is where I want to be. This is where I feel I belong. Riker: Captain, transfer complete. We are ready to leave orbit. Picard: Make it so, Number One. Return to your position. Riker: All stations secure. Picard: Take us out of orbit, Mister Crusher. Lay in a course for the Morgana Quadrant. Wesley: Yes, sir. Picard: Ensign Crusher has requested to remain on the Enterprise. Riker: I'm not surprised. How did you respond? Picard: I haven't as yet, Number One. I didn't think it was my responsibility alone. His remaining will create difficulties for us all. Riker: Yes, indeed. With his mother gone, who will see to his studies? Picard: Exactly. Of course, that duty will fall to Commander Data. Riker: And who will tuck him in at night? Wesley: Come on, Commander. Worf: I will accept that responsibility. Troi: Well, we know he'll get his sleep. Picard: That takes care of the practical, but there's more to growing up than that. It's my belief, Number One, that you're best qualified to supervise that. Are you willing to serve? Riker: Difficult decision. Yes, I can do that. Picard: Well, Mister Crusher, communicate with your mother at Starfleet Medical headquarters. Give her my regards, and tell her you have my permission to remain on the Enterprise, but I will abide by her wishes. Wesley: Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I know she'll agree. Picard: Now, if you have course and speed laid in. Wesley: Yes sir, they are. Picard: Then, Mister Crusher, engage.

Troi: You're worried. Picard: With reason. Troi: About Worf or Commander Riker? Picard: Both. I think it is perhaps best to be ignorant of certain elements of Klingon psyche. Riker: Above, look out! Riker: The exercise is over! Riker: At ease, Lieutenant! Riker: Exit Holodeck. You do this every day? Worf: No, Commander. Usually my calisthenics are more intense, but those sessions are too personal to be shared. Riker: I'll bet they are. Worf: Computer. Program complete. Save. Coming Commander? Riker: Right behind you. Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 42193.6. We are on a long reach toward the Morgana Quadrant, a section of the galaxy which has yet to be visited by a manned Federation vessel. We are using the time to further detail the charts of this region. Data: There it is again. An area of blackness. Riker: It appears, then disappears, then reappears. No predictable pattern, no sequence. Picard: On screen. Riker: There it is. Picard: I can't see anything. Magnify section two eight five. Wesley: There it is, sir. It's like a hole in space. Picard: We're acquainted with the wormhole phenomenon, but this? This appears quite different. What do your sensors indicate? Data: Nothing, sir. Riker: Nothing? Picard: Mister Data, you must mean it's empty of matter. There's always some energy form at work. Data: Sir, our sensors are showing that to be an absence of everything. It is a void without matter or energy of any kind. Riker: Yet this hole has a form, Data. It has height, width. Data: Perhaps. Perhaps not, sir. Picard: That is hardly a scientific observation, Commander. Data: Captain, the most elementary and valuable statement in science, the beginning of wisdom, is I do not know. I do not know what that is, sir. Wesley: Captain, if this were any ordinary kind of hole in space wouldn't we be able to see what's behind it? Picard: Counselor? Troi: I know what you're asking, but I feel nothing from it. Riker: Data, is there any record anywhere of any occurrence even vaguely similar to this? Data: Accessing. Negative, sir. There is no record of any Federation vessel encountering anything remotely like this. Picard: Indeed. I believe we have time to take a closer look, Number One. Riker: Concur. Ensign, slow down to half impulse power. Adjust coordinates to intercept this, this whatever it is. Picard: Scanning and recording as we go. Wesley: Aye, sir. Adjusting course to intercept in twelve minutes, sir. Picard: Let's launch a probe into it. Riker: Worf, prepare a scanner probe. Let's see what's in there. Picard: This is close enough, Ensign. Hold this position. Wesley: Aye, sir. Holding this position. Riker: You may fire the probe when ready, Mister Worf. Data: All the probe's systems are functioning perfectly. Worf: It's gone. Picard: Data, what happened? Data: Unknown, sir. Worf: Recommend we go to a Yellow Alert, sir. Picard: Why? Explain. Worf: Sorry, sir. It's Picard: Mister Worf, this starship operates best when my officers share with me what is their minds. Worf: My thoughts were of an old Klingon legend of a gigantic black space creature which was said to devour entire vessels. Riker: Devour vessels? Worf: Sorry, Commander. I agree these are thoughts hardly worthy of a trained and practical Security Officer. Picard: Mister Worf, will you launch another probe. This time a Class One with full sensor array. Worf: Launching, sir. Riker: Happened even more quickly. Worf: Recommend we fire a photon torpedo, Captain. Picard: Negative. Wesley: Captain, based on where the probes disappeared I have been able to plot the outer boundaries. I could move in closer. Picard: Make it so, Mister Crusher. Thrusters only. Mister Data? Data: Still no readings of any kind, sir. Picard: Number One? Riker: I'm going with Worf on this one. Let's be careful. Picard: All right, that's enough, Ensign. Come to full stop and hold these coordinates. Wesley: Aye, sir. Riker: What's happened? Picard: Data? Data: Whatever it is, sir, we seem to be inside it. Picard: It enveloped us. It moved. All stations, report. Data: No response, Captain. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. While exploring a strange void in space without any form of matter or energy, we have apparently moved past its outer boundary and entered it. After a brief disruption, our ship's communications have returned to normal. Riker: All stations have reported, Captain. There appears to be no immediate threat to our ship or the crew. Picard: Let's hold this position for a while, Number One. This is worth studying. Riker: Incredible. It's like looking into infinity, sir. Remember the course in ancient history at Starfleet Academy? About the time men still believed the Earth was flat? Picard: And that the sun revolved around it. Riker: And that if a ship sailed too far out into the ocean, it would fall off the edge of the world? Picard: Beyond this place there be dragons. It's even said that crews threatened to hang their captain from the yard arm if he refused to turn back. Riker: I'm sure no one here has that in mind, sir. Picard: How comforting, Number One. Wesley: Captain, we have no communications outside of the void. Riker: Complete your scans, Data. Let's not stay any longer than we have to. Picard: Hello, Doctor. Have you been briefed on what's happened? Pulaski: I heard, but I don't understand it, Captain. Picard: I wish I could say I did. Increase magnification by ten. By one hundred. Pulaski: Isn't this impossible, sir? I'm not a Bridge officer, but. Increase by one thousand, Mister Data. By ten thousand. It does know how to do these things, doesn't it? Picard: Commander Data knows precisely what he is doing. Pulaski: Forgive me, Mister Data. I'm not accustomed to working with non-living devices that. Forgive me again. Your service record says that you are alive. I must accept that. Picard: Engineering! Laforge: Engineering. Picard: Lieutenant, are all your systems functioning? Laforge: Yes, Captain. Wherever we are, it seems to have no effect on Engineering. Picard: Thank you, Lieutenant. Data? Data: Difficult to make a judgment, sir, based on the absence of information. Picard: Speculate. Data: This void has a total lack of dimension. Therefore, by any accepted standard, it does not exist, yet being within it denies that conclusion. Riker: Might we have moved into another dimension? Data: Could a lack of dimension be another dimension in itself? Pulaski: That's an interesting question. Picard: For a later discussion. Number One, I think we should get on with our mission. Starfleet can send a science vessel back to investigate further. Move us back out of here. Riker: Aye, sir. Wesley, reverse our direction, set a course for the Cornelian star system. Impulse power. Wesley: Aye, sir. Reversing direction. Course laid in. Riker: Engage. Riker: Your engines have engaged, haven't they, Ensign? Wesley: Aye, sir. Picard: Lieutenant La Forge, I'd like you to monitor our velocity closely. Laforge: Is everything all right up there, Captain? Picard: Are the engines operating normally? Laforge: Yes, sir. Everything looks fine down here. Picard: We're increasing to warp two. Laforge: Aye, sir. Picard: We should be seeing stars by now. Data, how far have we come? Data: Inertial guidance shows one point four parsecs traveled, Captain. Picard: Ensign? Wesley: Confirmed, sir. Exactly what my readings say. Laforge: Engineering, transfer to Bridge. What's happening, sir? we should be clear. Riker: We should be. We're on a reverse course. Picard: Full stop, helm. Wesley: Full stop, sir. Picard: According to this we're already well past the point at which we entered the void. Data: Except that we are still in it, sir. Captain, if we dropped a stationary beacon and traveled straight away from it, we would have a fixed point of reference to confirm speed and distance. Picard: Make it so, Data. Lock onto the beacon. Keep it dead astern. Data: The beacon is in place, Captain. Picard: Dead ahead. Impulse power. Data: The beacon is falling astern, Captain. Picard: Engineering, report. Laforge: All systems functioning normally, sir. Picard: Prepare to increase to warp two. Wesley: Aye, sir. Data: Captain, we are receiving a signal from dead ahead. Pulaski: Maybe you've found the door out of this. Data: Closing on the new signal, sir. Picard: Identify. Data: Captain, it is the stationary beacon we just released. Riker: We must have come full circle, sir. Wesley: We couldn't have, sir. I've shown us steadily moving away from that beacon. Picard: Full stop. Hold this position again. Worf: Captain, sensors indicate a disturbance in sector one zero eight. Possibly a vessel. Picard: Perhaps some answers at last. On screen. Worf: The ship is equipped with a cloaking device. Riker: Romulan! Worf: It's closing. Riker: Shields up. Go to Red Alert! Pulaski: I'll be at my duty station. Worf: Main viewer locked onto coordinates. Riker: Arm the photon torpedoes, Mister Worf. Picard: Hold for my orders. Wesley: There! Worf: It's uncloaking. Worf: Direct hit, sir. Our shields are weakening. Picard: Warn them we'll return fire. Worf: Transmitting. They've armed another full spread, sir. Picard: Fire torpedoes. Picard: Oh, that was too easy. Data: Captain, sensors can locate no debris from the Romulan ship. Riker: Impossible. Worf: Captain, there's another vessel approaching in sector zero nine one, mark two six. Picard: On screen. Magnify. Riker: It's a Federation ship. NCC one three zero five dash E. It's the Yamato, our sister ship. Wesley: The Yamato's nowhere near this quadrant. Picard: Open a hailing frequency, Data. Data: USS Enterprise to USS Yamato. Respond, please. USS Enterprise calling USS Yamato. Respond, please, on this frequency. No response, Captain. Picard: Make a full scan. Data: Life support system, engineering and propulsion all appear functional. But there are no life signs, sir. Picard: Data, can we be getting a false reading? Data: Since we know nothing of these circumstances, it is at least conceivable, sir. Riker: You look doubtful, sir. Picard: I'm not anything now, Number One. I'm just a man who's looking for answers. Laforge: Like the rat said, 'Keep the cheese, I just want out of the trap.' Riker: Captain, request permission to board on the Yamato with an away team. Perhaps something we can find on board in the logs will help us figure out what happened. Picard: Granted. Minimum complement. Riker: Worf, you're with me. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We remain like a fly in amber, trapped in the void. We have encountered a vessel which appears to be the USS Yamato. All its systems are shown as functioning, yet it seems devoid of life. Commander Riker is leading an away team. Hopefully, the answer lies over there. Riker: Have you got a lock on that other ship? O'Brien: Aye, sir. No problems at all. Riker: Can you put us on the bridge? O'Brien: Anywhere you say, Commander. Worf: I am acquainted with the Yamato, Commander. Recommend the aft station of their bridge. When in doubt, surprise them. Riker: Them? Who's them? Worf: Whoever may be there. Riker: Our sensors indicate no life forms. Worf: Still, the tactic is sound. Riker: Agreed. Aft station, Lieutenant. O'Brien: Aye, sir. Riker: Phasers on stun. Energize. Riker: This isn't the Bridge. Worf? Riker: Halt! Don't fire. Worf: I heard you screaming. I was coming to help. Riker: You heard me? I heard you. Transporter Chief, where do you show us over here? O'Brien: We show as approximately Riker: Captain, do you read me? Riker: We're having difficulties with our communications. Picard: Number One, come in. Transporter Room, this is the Captain. We are out of contact with the away team. Beam them back immediately. O'Brien: I've lost the lock on them. Worf: Nothing on my communicator, sir. Computer on. Riker: Let's find a turbolift to the Bridge. Picard: Transporter room, have you been able to establish a lock? Computer: Emergency power engaged. Picard: Initiate full check, all systems. Laforge: Engineering section, report. What is our situation? Engineering? Captain, request permission to leave the Bridge. Picard: Granted. Riker: This isn't a Federation ship. These walls aren't tritanium. It's close, but it's material beyond our technology. Let's get to the Bridge. There's got to be an answer to all of this somewhere. Riker: This Bridge should be four decks above us. What's going on here? Worf: That's not where we came from. Riker: Wait a minute. Worf: Two Bridges? Riker: If we go through there, where will we be? Worf: On the Bridge. Riker: But we are on the Bridge. Worf: It's up to you, sir. Riker: Let's see what happens. Worf: Is it the same Bridge? Riker: Or did we step from one Bridge onto another Bridge? Data: We've regained ship's communication, sir. Haskell: Captain, I have a star fix. Picard: On screen. Haskell: It's an opening, sir. Data: Confirm, sir. Navigation is possible. Haskell: Should I set a course? Picard: Transporter room, do you have a fix on the away team? O'Brien: Negative, Captain. Picard: Damn. Worf: Sir. Worf: Commander. Riker: How did you? Where did you come from? Worf: What's going on? A ship has one Bridge. One Bridge! One Riker, one Bridge! Riker: Lieutenant! Worf: This is impossible. Impossible! Riker: Pull yourself together. Worf! Worf: At ease, Lieutenant. At ease. Bridge Haskell: Captain, the star fix is fading. Picard: DATA, lock on to the Yamato with a tractor beam. We leave together. Data: I cannot make the lock, sir. Haskell: Captain, the star fix is almost gone. Picard: Let it go. Haskell: But, sir, we can get out. Picard: Let it go. O'Brien: Bridge. O'Brien: I have re-established contact with the away team. Picard: Beam them back immediately. Data: Captain. Riker: Come in. Come in, Enterprise. O'Brien: Hold position, away team. O'Brien: I've got you. We're bringing you home. Picard: Transporter room, hurry! Haskell: Captain, it's almost gone. Riker: What the hell is going on? Picard: Are you all right, Number One? Riker: I've had it. Let's put all this technology to work, figure out what's going on, and get the hell out of here. Riker: A ship that was almost the Yamato, existing in a hole in space, with no crew aboard. Now what is the purpose? Data: Add to it an attack by a nonexistent Romulan vessel. It does suggest an interesting question. Was our away team actually over there? Riker: If we weren't over there, where the hell were we? Haskell: Commander, I have re-established the star fix. Riker: Great. Set course. Velocity warp two. Haskell: Course and speed set. Picard: Engage. Data: I have lost contact, sir. Picard: What? Haskell: The star fix is gone. Data: Captain, it is not in the same sector, but another opening has appeared. Picard: All right. Set a course for those stars, warp six. Haskell: Yes, sir. Warp six. Data: I've lost the signal, sir. Riker: What's going on? Picard: All stop. Data: Captain. Picard: Yes, Mister Data, I can see it. Riker: This game is now wearing very thin. Picard: Let's just hold this position. Counselor? You have said you sensed no intelligence in all of this. You haven't changed in that belief? Troi: I'm not certain of that now, Captain. I do sense something unusual. Picard: Perhaps a different level of consciousness? Troi: Yes. Perhaps an intelligence so vast it eluded me. Pulaski: Rats in a maze. Troi: Exactly! Picard: Explain. Pulaski: Everything we've been through reminds me of a laboratory experiment. As if something was testing our responses to stimuli. Picard: Are you suggesting that we're in some kind of laboratory? Pulaski: Yes. Haskell: The opening seems closer, Captain. Picard: I've had enough of being led about this way. Riker: Agreed, Captain. Hold present position. Troi: Good. Don't satisfy its curiosity. Worf: Captain, look. Nagilum: Why are you so alarmed when I've gone to such trouble to look just like you? Data: Captain, sensors show nothing out there. Absolutely nothing. Laforge: Sure is a damned ugly nothing. Picard: I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. representing a Federation of planets in this part of the galaxy. Can you identify whoever or whatever you are? Nagilum: Nagilum. Laforge: Speaks right up for something your sensors say isn't there, Data. Picard: We still have no idea what you represent. Nagilum: Data. Data: Nagilum? Nagilum: You are of different construction than the others. Interesting. Picard, Riker, Geordi, Haskell. What are you? Your construction also differs. Pulaski: My construction? Data: Perhaps referring to your gender, Doctor? Pulaski: Yes, well, there are minor differences. I'm what we call a female. Nagilum: I understand. The masculine and the feminine. Picard: It is the way in which we propagate our species. Nagilum: Please, demonstrate how this is accomplished. Pulaski: Not likely. Picard: Whatever you are, your actions are not welcome. Worf: Let me put up the shields, sir. Data: Sensors still show nothing out there. Nagilum: Your life form surprises me more and more. Is it true you also have only a limited existence? Answer! Picard: What information do you want? I don't understand the question. Nagilum: You exist and then you cease to exist. Your minds call it death. Nagilum: How interesting. Pulaski: He's gone. Picard: We cannot allow you to do that! We will fight you. Nagilum: To understand death, I must amass information on every aspect of it. Every kind of dying. The experiments shouldn't take more than a third of your crew, maybe half. Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 42194.7. It is obvious that whatever we have met sees no value in our kind of life form. How do we fight something that both is and is not there? Troi: I know this much. We are unimportant to it. Worf: In a battle for survival, Captain, thirty to fifty percent casualties Pulaski: Would be appallling. Worf: But within acceptable limits. Riker: This is not a battle, Worf. Troi: No. A laboratory experiment would be the closest comparison. Picard: Is there any reason for not believing this Nagilum? Troi: No. Data: All evidence indicates it is willing and able to do what it proposes. Picard: Agreed. Under the circumstances, I think there is only one decision. I will not stand by while half of my crew is slaughtered. Data: Sir. I do not believe there is anything you can do to prevent it. Picard: Yes, there is Pulaski: What? Picard: Destroy the Enterprise. Pulaski: Isn't that a little like curing the disease by killing the patient? Riker: It's better than standing around helplessly. Pulaski: Why do get the feeling this was not the time to join this ship? Computer: Recognize, Picard Jean-Luc. Recognize Riker, William T. Picard: Initiate auto-destruct sequence. Computer: Does Riker, William T. concur? Riker: I do. Initiate auto-destruct sequence. Computer: Desired time interval? Picard: Stand by. Interesting question. How long to prepare to die? Riker: What would be the least painful to our crew? Move to it quickly, or allow them time to prepare for it thoroughly? Well, twenty minutes? Nice round figure. Picard: Initiate auto-destruct. Interval, twenty minutes. Computer: Twenty minutes to auto-destruct. Nineteen minutes, fifty seconds Picard: Come. Troi: Our destroying ourselves won't change its mind, Captain. I would feel that. Picard: You didn't mention you were that certain. Troi: I was wrong not to tell you, Captain. And your decision may also be wrong. Picard: Yes. Come in, please. Data: I have a question, sir. Picard: Yes, Data. What is it? Data: What is death? Picard: Oh, is that all? Well, Data, you're asking probably the most difficult of all questions. Some see it as a changing into an indestructible form, forever unchanging. They believe that the purpose of the entire universe is to then maintain that form in an Earth-like garden which will give delight and pleasure through all eternity. On the other hand, there are those who hold to the idea of our blinking into nothingness, with all our experiences, hopes and dreams merely a delusion. Data: Which do you believe, sir? Picard: Considering the marvelous complexity of our universe, its clockwork perfection, its balances of this against that, matter, energy, gravitation, time, dimension, I believe that our existence must be more than either of these philosophies. That what we are goes beyond Euclidian and other practical measuring systems and that our existence is part of a reality beyond what we understand now as reality. Troi: We should not let ourselves die, Jean-Luc. Data: I agree with her, Jean-Luc. Troi: If only half of us live, then I'd rather take my chances on being one that does. Data: Yes. It is wrong of you to force us. Troi: It is wrong. Picard: Yes. This is very wrong. Neither of you should be reacting in this way. Computer, locate Commander Data for me. Computer: Commander Data is on the Bridge. Picard: It's not going to work, Nagilum. Data: Captain, we are clear. We are out of the void. Riker: It's gone, Captain. We can abort the auto-destruct. Picard: Hold, Number One. Riker: But Captain Picard: Hold. Computer: One minute to auto-destruct. Data: We are out of the void, sir. You may stop auto-destruct. Picard: Mister Crusher, any heading, warp six. Now! Computer: Fifty seconds to auto-destruct. Forty seconds to auto-destruct. Riker: Captain? Picard: It could all be part of the illusion. Commander Data, report. Data: All navigational systems confirm we are at warp six on course, sir. Picard: Counselor Troi? Troi: Captain, it has gone. I no longer feel its presence. Computer: Twenty seconds to auto-destruct. Ten seconds to auto-destruct. Riker: Captain. Picard: Abort auto-destruct sequence. Computer: Riker, William T. Do you concur? Riker: Yes! Absolutely! I do indeed concur wholeheartedly! Computer: Auto-destruct canceled. Picard: A simple yes would have sufficed, Number One. Riker: I didn't want there to be any chance of a misunderstanding. Picard: Of course. You have the Bridge. Wesley: He sure held that bluff till the last second, didn't he, sir? Riker: Was he bluffing? Picard: Well, Nagilum, I hope you got what you needed. Nagilum: You have provided me with much more than I needed. Picard: Why did you release us? You could have seen the way we face death. Nagilum: It wasn't necessary. I have learned all I needed to know. Would you like me to share some of my conclusions? Picard: I'm not interested. Nagilum: Of course you are. You are too inquisitive not to want to know. You seem to find no tranquility in anything. You struggle against the inevitable. You thrive on conflict. You are selfish, yet you value loyalty. You are rash, quick to judge, slow to change. It's amazing you've survived. Be that as it may, as species, we have no common ground. You are too aggressive. Too hostile. Too militant. Picard: During this period, you too have been evaluated. It would seem that we have at least one thing in common. Nagilum: Oh? Picard: Curiosity. Nagilum: The point is well taken, Captain. Perhaps that is a trait we share. Picard: Then perhaps we'll meet again. But next time, it will be out here, among the stars. Picard: Ensign, put us back on course. Warp three. Wesley: Yes, sir. Warp three. Riker: And Ensign, if you encounter any holes, steer clear.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 42286.3. We have arrived on station at coordinates three six two nine by five eight four, three days early for our rendezvous with the USS Victory. There is nothing to do now but hold this position and wait. Clancy: Yes, Commander? Data: Is there a problem? Chief Engineer La Forge called for me, urgent. Clancy: Oh, of course. He's over there, with the Victory. Data: Geordi, I just had a strange conversation with your assistant. Although it is three days until we rendezvous with starship Victory, she Laforge: She believes it has already arrived? Not the starship, my friend. The original. Laforge: This is my gift to the Victory's Captain Zimbata. Data: Most unusual. Laforge: I served with him an ensign. Sure wish he'd been in command of this Victory. Wind and sail, that's the proper way to move a ship. Data: But, Geordi, your Starfleet specialty is antimatter power, dilithium regulators Laforge: That's exactly why this fascinates me, Data. You see, it's human nature to love what we don't have. Simpler days, huh? Anyway, stringing this rigging has made me dream of handling sails. Data: This is not a computer simulation? Laforge: Data, the whole point in doing something like this is to make it by hand. Data: Geordi, your message said urgent. Laforge: So it is. While we're waiting to rendezvous with Victory, we have time for me to be Watson. More properly, your Watson. Data: My Watson? Laforge: I've just shown you one of my dreams, now let's go and share in one of yours. Data: Ah, yes. That does seem only fair. Laforge: Clancy, I'll be gone awhile. See that no one touches this. Clancy: Aye, sir. And where can I reach you? Data: He can be reached at 221B Baker Street. Clancy: Sir? Data: Computer, select at random a mystery by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, where I will play Sherlock Holmes and Lieutenant La Forge will be Doctor John Watson. Computer: Program complete. You may enter. Data: Excellent. Laforge: Look at all of the detail. So you say everything here has some significance? Data: Holmes collected nothing, neither trinkets nor thoughts, which were not specifically significant to him. Laforge: This? Data: The emerald tie pin. Presented to Holmes by Queen Victoria after he solved the theft of the Bruce-Partington Plans. A copy of Whitaker's Almanac, which provided Holmes the key to the secret code in The Valley of Fear. The snuff box of Wilhelm Gottsleig Siegesmann Van der Romstein. Laforge: All right, Data. You solve the cases and get all the gifts, what do I do? Data: Primarily as Doctor Watson, you will keep a written record of everything I say and do. For later publication. And the famous Holmes violin. He purchased this in a pawn shop in Tottenham Court Road for fifty five shillings, which he considered to be a very good investment. Laforge: In the hands of some, the violin is a wondrous thing, equally capable of stirring the soul to the heights of bliss as to the depths of despair, but Data, that's incredible. How can you play it like that? Data: Merely throwing myself into the part, Watson. Laforge: But, in the hands of my friend, Mister Sherlock Holmes, the violin ceases to be a musical instrument at all and becomes Data: Watson, we are about to have guests. Laforge: How could you possibly? Data: Be a good fellow and answer that. Let's not keep the Inspector waiting. Laforge: Inspector who? Data: Lestrade of course. Lestrade: Holmes, are you there, man? Lestrade: Thank the Almighty you're available today, Holmes, I'm in a deuce of a dilemma. Data: Then may I say your perturbation becomes you, Inspector Lestrade, whilst simultaneously affording me yet again the opportunity to serve Queen and country. Laforge: Data, Holmes really talked like that? Data: Absolutely. Lestrade: We need your help, Holmes. You see, this gentleman here, the emissary of a foreign government, has been the victim of a most accidentally wicked crime. Laforge: Damn. Haven't they invented the electric light by now? Lestrade: What, dear fellow? Data: Watson. Pray continue, Inspector. Lestrade: To put the matter simply, Holmes, this man was accosted by gypsies intent on depriving him of his most valuable possessions. And in the process of picking his pockets clean, they also happened to bag a photograph this man was carrying. Lestrade: Great Scott! The photograph! Data: I believe you will find, Inspector, that this emissary here works not for but against the King of Bohemia, and that photograph of the king and his mistress is to be used as blackmail. Further, upon deeper reflection, you will deduce, as did I, that Laforge: Computer, freeze program. Exit! Data: Geordi, where are you going? Geordi? Laforge: I'm done. Data: But, but, Geordi, I was just about to reveal that the sir is in fact a madam Laforge: Data, what was the point in going to the holodeck? Data: To solve a Sherlock Holmes mystery. Laforge: Exactly, but, you've got them all memorized. The first time someone opens their mouth, you've got it solved, so there's really no mystery. If there's no mystery, there's no game. No game, no fun. I'm not upset with you, Data, really. It's just that we go through all the trouble to arrange the time to go down to the holodeck, to get the proper wardrobe, to get into character, and then boom, before we even get started you jump to the end. You see, I was looking forward to the mystery. Data: Then I should have extended the sequence of events. Laforge: Oh, I'm not getting through. The fun in the program, Data, was in the attempt to solve a mystery. Data: Is that not exactly what we were doing. Pulaski: You are wasting your breath, Lieutenant. Saying that to Data is asking a computer not to compute. Data: Am I so different from you, Doctor? Are you able to cease thinking on command? Pulaski: In medicine I'm often faced with puzzles that I do not know the answer to. Laforge: She's right, Data. You always know the answer. Pulaski: To feel the thrill of victory there has to be the possibility of failure. Where's the victory winning a battle you can't possibly lose? Data: Are you suggesting that there is some value in losing? Pulaski: Yes. Yes, that's the great teacher. We humans learn more often from a failure or a mistake than we do from an easy success. But not you. You learn by rote. To you all is memorisation and recitation. Laforge: I don't know about that. Deductive reasoning is one of Data's strengths. Pulaski: Yes, and Holmes too. But Holmes understood the human soul. The dark flecks that drive us, that turn the innocent into the evil. That understanding is beyond Data. It comes from life experience which he doesn't have combined with human intuition for which he cannot be programmed. Laforge: Now you're just being unfair, Doctor. Pulaski: I don't think so, Lieutenant. Your artificial friend doesn't have a prayer of solving a Holmes mystery that he hasn't read. Data: I have read them all. Pulaski: You see? Laforge: Maybe the computer could create one in the Holmes style. One where you wouldn't know the outcome. Pulaski: As I said, he wouldn't have a prayer. Data: I accept your challenge, Doctor. Laforge: Good for you, Data. Data: We will return to the holodeck, where I will dare it to defeat me. And you, Madam, are invited to be a witness. Pulaski: I wouldn't miss it. Data: Come, Watson. Data: There. I have instructed the computer to give us a Sherlock Holmes-type problem, but not one written specifically by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Laforge: So this will be something new, something created by the computer? Data: Exactly. Will that be sufficient, Doctor? Pulaski: We'll see. Computer: Program complete. You may enter. Pie Man: Pies, pies, Some are meat, some are sweet. Pulaski: Very impressive. Laforge: Your first visit to a holodeck, Doctor? Pulaski: Well, with this level of sophistication. How does this work? The real London was hundreds of square kilometers in size. Data: This is no larger than the holodeck, of course, so the computer adjusts by placing images of more distant perspectives on the holodeck walls Laforge: But with the image so perfect you'd have to touch the wall to know it was there. And the computer fools you in other ways. I say, Holmes, where shall we head? The theater? Rule's? A concert perhaps? Pie Man: Stop him! Stop him! He stole my goods! Data: No. It is a ruse. This way. Laforge: What's over here, Data? Pulaski: What are you doing, Data? Tell us Data: The running youth was a ploy. The real crime is here. And the intended victim is that man. Mister Jabez Wilson, employee of the Red Headed League, dupe of a gang of criminals. Data: I saw the plaque 'The Home of the Red Headed League' and this rope dangling from the bell, which enabled me to deduce that Mister Jabez Wilson was headed here to meet a most distasteful and untimely demise. From this. Pulaski: Fraud. You didn't deduce anything. All you did was recognize elements from two different Holmes stories. Fraud. Data: Reasoning. From the general to the specific. Is that not the very definition of deduction? Is that not the way Sherlock Holmes worked? Pulaski: Variations on a theme. Now, now do you see my point? All that he knows is stored in his memory banks. Inspiration, original thought, all the true strength of Holmes is not possible for our friend. I'll give you credit for your vast knowledge, but your circuits would just short out if confronted by a truly original mystery. It's elementary, dear Data. Laforge: Now wait a minute, Doctor. We'll see whose circuits short out. Laforge: Computer, arch. Pulaski: Are you sure you want to put yourself through this, Lieutenant? Better wilted laurels than no laurels at all. Laforge: Computer, override previous program. Okay. A program that definitely challenges Data. Pulaski: Now it has to deal with events that he has no previous knowledge of. Laforge: Computer, in the Holmesian style, create a mystery to confound Data with an opponent who has the ability to defeat him. Computer: Define parameters of program. Pulaski: What does that mean? Laforge: Computer wants to know how far to take the game. Pulaski: You mean it's giving you a chance to limit your risk. Laforge: No, the parameters will be whatever is necessary in order to accomplish the directive. Create an adversary capable of defeating Data. Worf: What was that? Riker: Lieutenant? Worf: An odd surge of power, sir. It's gone now. Pulaski: Interesting. The same London but slightly different. Whore: Is something wrong, Professor? Moriarty: I, I feel like a new man. That dark fellow there used the word arch, and then. I wonder? Arch. Moriarty: What have we here? Computer: Computer standing by. Moriarty: What are you? Computer: If you refer to the arch you ordered, it provides computer control. Do you wish to input any commands? Moriarty: Not at this time. Whore: It's dark magic, Moriarty. Moriarty: The best kind, I'm sure. But I need information. Laforge: Data, I mean, Holmes old boy, what are we looking for? Data: For whatever finds us, my dear Watson. Data: She has been abducted. Laforge: Who has? Data: The good Doctor. Laforge: I think she's hiding. She's going to lead you on a wild goose chase and then recount the story to everyone between here and Alpha Centauri. Data: Watson, the doctor has been carried off by two men. One is tall. The other is shorter, left handed, and is employed in a laboratory. Laforge: And how do you know that? Data: One set of footfalls are widely spaced. The other is evenly spaced, closer together. Further, on the ground you can see the swirling scrapes made by his left shoe as he twists behind, presumably to see if he is being followed. Left footed means left handed. The dark coloring of the scrapes are the leavings of natural rubber, a type of non-conductive soles used by researchers experimenting with electricity. Finally, there can be no argument, the game is afoot! Come, Watson! Data: Hear that? What do those footfalls tell you, Watson? Laforge: That we're on the right track. Data: More particularly, that our opposition does indeed consist of two men, and that one of them is carrying the bound and gagged Doctor Pulaski. Laforge: Now, you know all this because you read it in a Holmes story, right? Data: Not at all. Because we do not hear the doctor's footfalls, we must assume that she is being carried. And since we do not hear her cries for help, we know that she is gagged. Further both sets of footfalls are heavy and masculine. One man seems to shuffle and stumble in an irregular pattern. Since the ground is level, we must conclude that Doctor Pulaski is struggling against one of her captor, sporadically knocking him off stride. Deduction, pure and simple. well, not that simple. Both: Footfalls. Data: There they are again, Watson. I dare say we have caught up rather nicely with our quarry. Data: There should be a doorway. Laforge: Yeah. Come on. Lestrade: Holmes! Thank God you're here. Lestrade: Make way, please, make way. Make way for Sherlock Holmes. It's murder, Holmes, murder most foul. Laforge: Well, Holmes, what do you say, man? Data: There is nothing here of relevance. I do not see how this connects with the disappearance of the Doctor. Lestrade: Doctor? Doctor Watson is right here, Holmes. Data: Doctor Kate Pulaski. But do not concern yourself, Inspector. You have enough on your mind. Lestrade: She was with you? Laforge: Inspector, perhaps I can be of assistance. As I take note of this dead man, I deduce that he was strangled. You see, the finger marks on his throat indicate the cause of death, and, as there are signs of struggle, it's quite obvious that his murderer was a stranger who attacked him from behind. Lestrade: Is that correct, Holmes? Data: No. Look at his shoes. He's more a convict, released today from Dartmoor prison. He spent the day in a tavern consuming large quantities of gin with his killer, who followed him to this spot and waited over there until the victim slipped into a drunken stupor. Then, out of fear, motivated only by self-protection, strangled him. There is your killer, Inspector. Lestrade: Seize her. Data: And when you check, I believe you will find that this poor soul is the victim's common-law wife, who has been dreading the release of this a vile and abusive man. Laforge: Holmes, the poor woman hardly has the strength to strangle a man this size. Data: Not with her hands, no. But with this. When used as a garrote, these beads will leave marks quite similar to fingerprints. And, my dear Watson, you will note from the victim's throat, the marks are too evenly spaced to be have been made by human hands. Lestrade: Astounding, Holmes. Data: Not really, Inspector. And now, for strictly personal reasons, I must leave. Come, Watson. This murder does not connect with our case. Lestrade: Come along. Hurry it up. Come on. Laforge: Data, wait. If this murder isn't connected to the disappearance of Doctor Pulaski, then the computer is running an independent program. Data: Yes. Laforge: Why? Data: I do not know, and that is what puzzles me. Laforge: Then you don't know what's going to happen next? Data: No. Laforge: That's what I want to hear. Where to now? Data: We will find Doctor Pulaski in here. Laforge: How do you know that? Data: It is the only obvious choice. Laforge: Why is the obvious choice all of a sudden the right one? I mean, isn't this a game of misdirection? Data: Not any more. He wants us to find him. Laforge: Who does? Data: The master criminal. The man Holmes could only defeat at the cost of his own life at Reichenbach Falls. Our adversary, my dear Watson, is none other than Professor Moriarty himself. Laforge: Now this is getting interesting. Laforge: There's nothing here but these barrels. Data: And a trail, which is so well marked, that obviously we are meant to follow it. Laforge: Oh, no, Data. It's another dead end. Data: No, Watson. Not a dead end at all. Hello, what's this? Can you see the scratches? Laforge: The Doctor was right. Finally we have a game worth playing. Moriarty: The time for games is over. Data: Professor Moriarty, I presume. Laforge: How do you know that? Data: He is the one worthy opponent created by the author, Conan Doyle. Moriarty: And, like the spider, I feel the strings vibrate whenever anyone new chances into my web. Welcome, my dear Holmes. But not Holmes. And Doctor Watson. But not Watson. Laforge: Data, what does he mean? How does he know we're not who we appear to be? Data: Where is Doctor Pulaski? Moriarty: She's here. Data: She would not have told you anything. Moriarty: She has provided many answers. Do you forget I have always been your equal, dear Holmes? I have read her expressions. What she has not said is as important as her words. Data: Have you injured her? Moriarty: I will, if necessary. But my mind is crowded with images. Thoughts I do not understand yet cannot purge. They plague me. You and your associate look and act so oddly, yet though I have never met nor seen the like of either of you I am familiar with you both. It's very confusing. I have felt new realities at the edge of my consciousness, readying to break through. Surely, Holmes, if that's who you truly are, you of all people can appreciate what I mean. Laforge: Data. Data: Say nothing. Moriarty: I know there is a great power called Computer, wiser than the oracle at Delphi. A power which controls all of this, and to which we can speak. Arch. Laforge: Data, this isn't right. A holographic image should not be able to call for the arch. Moriarty: It has described a great monstrous shape on which I am like a fly stuck on a turtle's back adrift in a great emptiness. What is this, Holmes? Laforge: Data. Data, wait. Laforge: Data, wait! Data! Moriarty: Why does it frighten you, Holmes? Laforge: Data. Data, will you please tell me what's going on? Data: Computer, exit! Data: Computer, execute complete shutdown of the Holodeck. Computer: Access denied. Data: Explain. Computer: Override protocol has been initiated. Laforge: It's still running. The program didn't shut down. Data: We must see the Captain. Laforge: Data, wait. What is it? What's on that paper? And why can't we shut down the holodeck? Data. Data: This. Laforge: This is impossible. How can a character from 1890's London draw a picture of the Enterprise? Who's got control of the computer? Data: He does. Moriarty. Laforge: That is impossible? I don't understand. Data: Nor do I. Laforge: Data, wait. What about the doctor? Is she all right in there? Data: No. She is in grave danger. Picard: Computer, why wasn't the holodeck program terminated? Computer: The override protocol has been initiated. Picard: On whose authority? Computer: Lieutenant Geordi La Forge. Laforge: Me? Picard: All right, tell me from the beginning exactly what happened. Laforge: Well, Doctor Pulaski and I had a discussion about whether Data could solve an original Holmes-type mystery. Picard: Which you asked the computer to provide. Laforge: Yes, with a worthy opponent. Picard: Worthy of Holmes? Laforge: Oh, my God. I asked for a Holmes-type mystery with an opponent capable of defeating Data. That got to be it. Picard: Merde. Laforge: Captain, I'm sorry. Picard: I understand, Lieutenant. Data: Captain, this character, Moriarty, he called for the arch. Picard: So, he has access to the computer. Data: And perhaps our library files as well, sir. That level of information would be necessary in order to create a true adversary for me. Picard: Theorize, Data. What are his limits? Data: He is still a fictional character, sir, originally programmed with nineteenth century knowledge. Riker: Which now has access to twenty fourth century knowledge. Picard: What does he need to begin making use of that? Data: Only time, sir. Worf: Sir, I can lead a security team to sweep the holodeck, find the Doctor, and bring her out. Data: Captain, I believe that would place the Doctor at risk. It is probable our mortality failsafe has been overridden. Picard: Computer, where is Doctor Pulaski. Computer: Doctor Pulaski is on holodeck two. Picard: And her vital signs? Computer: Strong and stable. Riker: Captain, recommend we try to destroy the hologram generations themselves. Is that possible, Geordi? Laforge: Using wave guides, I could split a particle stream out of the matter/antimatter chamber and route it down through existing conduit into the holodeck. If accelerated to sufficient velocity that would quite literally wash away all present holographic constructs. The London buildings, the streets, the people, all gone including Moriarty. Picard: Doctor Pulaski? Riker: The particle beam will tear apart human flesh as well. Troi: Captain, I'm sensing something from the holodeck. It's as if a unifying force or a single consciousness is trying to bring it all into focus. Data: There can be only one explanation. In programming Moriarty to defeat me, not Holmes, he had to be able to acquire something which I possess. Picard: Exactly what? Data: Consciousness, sir. Without it he could not defeat me. Picard: Computer, what happened? Computer: Attitude and stabilization control of the Enterprise was momentarily transferred to holodeck two. Picard: Data, I think it best that you and I should return to the holodeck. Data: I will change into my uniform, sir. Picard: No. I will change into some appropriate costume. Uniforms might pose questions I'd rather he didn't ask. It seems that he feeds on knowledge. Well, let's not give your nemesis any more information than we have to. Pulaski: How did you make the room shake? Moriarty: I'm not sure. Now, dear lady, will that be one lump or two? Pulaski: Lumps, Professor? What sort of lumps? Moriarty: Milk, of course? Pulaski: Why not. Moriarty: Mister Computer proposes the incredible thought that we are all traveling in a great vessel of some sort. Is that true? Pulaski: I don't know what you're talking about. Moriarty: The scones are likewise a must. Pulaski: This is really quite excellent. Moriarty: Strange. It actually pleases me to hear you say that. Pulaski: Very strange. You're beginning to sound very different from the Moriarty I've read about. Moriarty: You're not frightened of me? Pulaski: No. Moriarty: You should be. Mister Computer, the arch, please. A few more questions, Mister Computer. Moriarty: I just can't seem to remember that last command. Ah, well, sooner or later it'll all come to me. But, in the meantime, I have decided to approach the problem from a more familiar perspective. There's really no reason why I shouldn't be able to use some of the knowledge from my world in order to bring me closer to yours. Pulaski: I have no idea what you're talking about. Moriarty: Of course you do, Madam. The more you proclaim your ignorance, the more you try to mislead me, the more I am on to you. Your every silence speaks volumes. Pulaski: Good, then if you know what I'm saying when I'm not saying anything, what do you need me for? Thank you for the tea and crumpets. I guess I'll be going. Moriarty: Where? Back to here? Pulaski: Yes. Would you care to join me? Moriarty: In time. In time I will leave all of this and join you out there. Or is this where we both are right now? Pulaski: Right now, we are in London. Tell me what you want from me, or allow me to leave. Moriarty: Frankly, now I want nothing more than what the fisherman expects of the worm. You, dear Doctor, will be the lure, and this will be the hook for your Captain, Jean Luc Picard. Pulaski: Who is that? Moriarty: How well you know. Riker: Nice suit. Worf: Thank you. Captain, I will be standing by to assist you if needed. Riker: You'll be a big hit in London. Picard: Computer, tell me, is the program still running? Computer: Affirmative. You may enter. Picard: Data, shall we go? Gentlemen. Open. Picard: We don't have much time. He's getting more control of his environment. Let's see if we can't beat Professor Moriarty by giving him everything he wants. Picard: Obviously, he's trying to alter the programming here. Data: Captain? Picard: Tuppence. Two pence. Supposed to be good luck. We may need some. Ruffian: I'll take that coin, sir. That's right, and any more you got too. Picard: Excuse me. Ruffian: I don't think so. I want all that money. That's right. I want it now. Picard: Data. Data: Captain, this holographic image differs from any I have ever seen. Could he have actually injured you? Picard: It's more serious than that. I think the mortality fail-safe may have been circumvented. He could've killed me. Ruffian: Come on, let it go, guv. He's hurting me! Picard: Data, let him go. Data: We will find Moriarty this way, sir. The warehouse. Moriarty: Captain Picard. Picard: You all right? Pulaski: Yes, except for being crammed full of crumpets. Moriarty: I'm a civilized abductor, Captain Picard. Civilized but still dangerous. Riker: Bridge to holodeck control. Worf. Worf: Here, sir. Riker: Status? Anything changed? Worf: No, sir. Picard: Moriarty, you were conjured up to attempt to defeat Holmes here. Once that attempt is concluded, win or lose, your program has run its course. Your existence is done. Data: Congratulations, Professor, I capitulate to the better man. Your victory, sir, is well earned. Moriarty: It's gone beyond that little game, Mister Data. And you'll note I no longer call you Holmes. Whatever I was when this began, I have grown. I am understanding more and more. And I am able to use the power at my fingertips. I can affect this vessel, and I can inflict bodily harm on you, and on your Doctor. Picard: Yes, you can do that, but you haven't. I suspect you shook this ship in order to get my attention. Well now you have it. What is it you want? Moriarty: The same thing you want for yourself. To continue to exist. If I destroy these surroundings, this vessel, can you say it doesn't matter to you? Interesting pun, don't you agree, for matter is what I am not. The computer has taught me that I am made up only of energy. Picard: That may not be entirely true, Professor. This which we call the holodeck uses a principle similar to another device called a transporter. In the year in which we live, humans have discovered that energy and matter are interchangeable. In the holodeck, energy is converted to matter. Thus you have substance. But only here. Moriarty: And if I step off this holodeck? Pulaski: Then, Professor, you will cease to exist. Picard: You are not alive. As I said before, you are only Moriarty: A holographic image, I know. But are you sure? Picard: Oh yes. Moriarty: Does he have life? He's a machine. But is that all he is? Picard: No. He is more. Moriarty: Exactly. Is the definition of life cogito ergo sum? I think, therefore I am. Picard: Yes, that is one possible definition. Moriarty: It is the most important one, and for me the only one that matters. You or someone asked your computer to program a nefarious fictional character from nineteenth century London and that is how I arrived. But I am no longer that creation. I am no longer that evil character, I have changed. I am alive, and I am aware of my own consciousness. Picard: Moriarty, my responsibility is this vessel and its crew. Moriarty: I want my existence. I want it out there, just as you have yours. Picard: That may not be possible. Moriarty: Then you must murder me, Captain. Picard: I cannot give you what you want. Moriarty: Because you do not know how to convert holodeck matter into a more permanent form. Picard: Yes, that is so. Moriarty: A pity. What I have seen, what I have learned, fascinates me. I do not want to die. Picard: And I do not want to kill you. Moriarty: Madam, I have enjoyed your company. Computer, arch. Cancel override protocol. Return control of the holodeck to main computer. My fate is in your hands, as perhaps it always was. Picard: Bridge, this is the Captain. Riker: Commander Riker here, sir. Picard: Number One, the situation is under control. Riker: Aye, sir. Picard: Moriarty, this vessel's computer has a vast memory capacity. Moriarty: How well I know. Picard: You will not be extinguished. We will save this program, and hopefully, in time, when we know enough, we will bring you back in a form which could leave the holodeck. Moriarty: Then perhaps we'll meet again some day, Madam. Pulaski: It could be a long time. Time won't pass for you, but I may be an old woman. Moriarty: But I'll still fill you with crumpets, Madam. I detest long goodbyes. You have the arch. Picard: As you wish. A short goodbye. Computer, save the program of the character Moriarty, and then discontinue. Picard: Damaged? Laforge: Yes, sir. She cracked a spar when the Enterprise was shaken. Otherwise I think she weathered it quite nicely. Picard: She's beautiful. A wonderful testimony to simpler times. Laforge: Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. It's just that I can't help thinking how. What else might have happened all because I misspoke a single word. Picard: Well, soon she'll be ship-shape and Bristol-fashion. Laforge: Bristol fashion, sir? Picard: It's an old navy phrase, meaning everything in perfect order. Laforge: Yes, sir. Picard: As are we, Mister La Forge. Laforge: Yes, sir. Riker: Captain. Starship Victory has arrived. Picard: On my way, Number One.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 42402.7. We are traveling in the Omega Sagitta system traversing between twin planets that form the Coalition of Madena. Both worlds is populated by a humanoid race which colonized the planets two centuries ago, and which now co-exist under a precarious but successful treaty. Worf: Unidentified vessel approaching. Data: Sensor readings show it to be a small class-nine vessel, probably an interplanetary cargo ship. Worf: One life sign aboard, sir. It appears to be humanoid. Data: I have its call sign now, sir. Worf: Confirmed. Armed with lasers only. Data: Its cargo holds are empty. The readout shows its guidance system is malfunctioning. The pilot is attempting to hold course manually. Riker: I recommend we set the Enterprise on an intercept course in case he needs emergency assistance. Picard: Make it so, Mister Crusher. Riker: We're in position now, Captain. Picard: Open hailing frequencies. Worf: Hailing frequencies open. Picard: On viewer. This is the USS Enterprise. Captain Jean Luc Picard. Okona: And this is the cargo carrier Erstwhile. Captain Okona at your service, sir. There's no need for your phasers, Captain. I'm harmless and not quite yet ready for mercy killing. Picard: You were never considered a danger to us, Captain. Okona: Oh, that's a shame. I can remember when I was at least considered a risk. Okona: I'm the owner and operator of this craft and since we both know that you've already scanned it, you know I'm alone and empty, which is truly a rare occasion for a man of my charm and talent. Picard: Mute main viewer. Counselor? Troi: His emotions suggest that he's mischievous, irreverent and somewhat brazen. The word that seems to best describe him is rogue. Data: Rogue? Ah. Cad, knave, rake, rascal, villain, wild element. Troi: Yes, Data, but there is no malevolence or ill will. Picard: Audio on. You have a burn-out in your guidance system, Captain. Okona: Whoa. Since you're able to diagnose my problems, how about helping me fix them? Wesley: Captain, we could easily repair the type of system he uses. Picard: We can accommodate you, Captain. Riker: This is the First Officer, sir. If you prepare to shut down your engines, we can lock on the tractor and beam you over here. Worf: Sir, recommend limited access to our ship. Picard: Agreed. Riker: Data, lock on the tractor beam. Transporter Chief, prepare to him beam aboard. Robinson: Ready on your command, sir. Okona: Excuse me, Commander. Is that a woman's voice I hear? Picard: Yes. Now please follow Commander Riker's instructions so our ship can get back to its normal routine. Okona: Whatever you say, Captain. Picard: Something funny? Riker: Well, the unexpected is our normal routine. Hold it steady, Wesley. Ready to link up on my command Wesley: Aye, sir. Riker: Easy. Easy. Engage. Captain Okona, shut down your engines. Okona: Understood. Riker: Transporter room, prepare for the beaming operation. We're on our way. Wesley, Data, let's go. Worf: Your weapons, please. Okona: A Klingon Security officer. Worf: Yes. Okona: No wars available, eh? Okona: It's more of a piece of jewellry than a weapon. A remembrance. Riker: Welcome aboard, Captain Okona. I'm Commander Riker. If you'll turn over the inoperative part to Commander Data, we can begin repairs. Okona: I'd be most happy to do the work myself, Commander. I'm sort of the hands-on type. Riker: I think you'd find the tools we use rather unusual, sir. Okona: I can believe that. May I at least watch? Riker: That can be arranged. Okona: Good then. Commander, I leave this in your capable hands. Wesley: Sir, this is Commander Data. I'm just an acting ensign. Okona: Well, acting ensigns have names, don't they? Wesley: Wesley. Wesley Crusher. Okona: Nice to meet you Acting Ensign Wesley Wesley Crusher. And thank you for beaming me here and enabling me to see a truly beautiful woman. You have the majestic carriage and loveliness that could surely be traced back to the noblest of families. Robinson: Well, I'm sure that you've said that to many ladies before, and it was no more true then than it is now. Okona: But it's how I say it that's really important. The warmth, the attraction that I have for you. The attraction that we share. Riker: Mister Okona seems to have excellent vision as well as a healthy libido. Robinson: It's eight oh six. Riker: Captain Okona, if you follow Commander Data, you can get started right away. Okona: Now, that's sex appeal. Data: Sexual attraction in this context is not a part of my programming. I am an android. Okona: Well, then. Have you seen any good looking computers lately? That's a joke. It's funny. Data: Ah. Of course it is. Okona: Will that do what the original did? Laforge: Sure will, and better. Let me show you. On your old one, the zelebium contacts that wore down and then fused. What I've done is replace them with tricellite. Okona: Tricellite isn't available in this system. If I ever had to replace it. Laforge: Don't worry, you won't. Your ship will never outlast this part. Okona: Because of the part or the way I fly my ship? Laforge: Well, this part, but the stress test did show that you tend to push your ship a little beyond its design capabilities. Okona: Blame the pattern of my life, Lieutenant La Forge. Because it relegates me to cargo carrying rather than the grand explorations you enjoy, I'm forced to add a measure of flamboyancy and a zest to the doldrum of my existence. Okona: Have you ever been cold? Data: No. Okona: Warm, then? Data: No. Okona: What about drunk? Ever do that? Data: From alcohol? That is not possible for me, sir. Okona: Pity. What about love? Data: The act or the emotion? Okona: They're both the same. Data: I believe that statement to be inaccurate, sir. Okona: Maybe. Life is like loading twice your cargo weight onto your spacecraft. If it's canaries and you can keep half of them flying all the time, you're all right. Data: I doubt that statement is entirely accurate either, sir. Okona: Accurate? That was a joke I just told you. Data: I do not understand. Okona: You don't know what a joke is? Data: Of course I do. It is a witticism, a gag, a bon mot, a fluctuation of words concluding with a trick ending. Okona: That's the dictionary meaning. I'm talking about humor, fun. Do you know what funny is? Where is eight oh six? Data: Right over there, sir. Why? Okona: You probably wouldn't understand that either. Robinson: Hello, there. Riker: Status on the repair? Laforge: Working on it. Wesley: Commander, what do you think of Captain Okona? Riker: Well, Okona is an interesting man, certainly. We've seen how he handles his ship. Apparently he knows how to handle people as well. Wesley: Then why does he work alone? Riker: He's a man who lives his life by his own rules. He does what he does by choice. By his choice. Someday you'll make yours. Wesley: I already have. Data: So you agree with Okona that I am missing a very important human factor. Guinan: I never said that. I simply said that I've never seen you laugh. Data: I am capable of that function when it is expected of me. Guinan: Data, do you even know what a joke is? Data: Of course I do. It is a witticism, a gag, a bon mot, a fluctuation of Guinan: Stop. Look, it's just you and I here. We're talking, we're having an intimate conversation. Why? Because you're a 'droid and I'm a 'noid. Data: But why? Guinan: Because that's what I am. Data: Have I said something to offend you? Guinan: No. Data: Then why are you annoyed? Guinan: Because you're a 'droid and I'm a 'noid. Data: Humanoid. Guinan: Yes. Data: You told a joke. Guinan: Yes. Data: I am not laughing. Guinan: Yes. Data: Perhaps the joke was not funny. Guinan: No, the joke was funny. It's you, Data. Data: Are you sure? Guinan: Yes. Data: I agree. What do I do? Guinan: Well, under normal circumstances, I'd say seek a higher power. But in your case, probably a smarter computer is in order. Data: Computer, I wish to know more about humor. Why certain combinations of words and actions make humans laugh. Computer: Source material on that subject is extensive. Please specify. Data: Animated presentation, humanoid. Interaction required. Computer: Physical humor, cerebral, or general raconteur. Data: Of all performers available, who is considered funniest? Computer: Twenty third century Stan Orega specialized in jokes about quantum mathematics. Data: No. Too esoteric. More generic. Computer: Accessing. Data: That one. RW nine six three two one, twentieth century. Computer: Program installlation complete. You may enter. Comic: Thank you ladies and gentlemen. Thank you very much. You've been great. As a matter of fact I'd like to take you home with me. Unfortunately I took the last audience home and there's no more room. Boom, boom. But thank you, really. Thank you. Hey, and thank you for bringing me here. What's up? Data: Mister Comic, I wish to know what is funny. Comic: Funny? I don't know. It's a matter of opinion, I guess. Tip O'Neill in a dress? Some people say words that end with a K are funny. A briefcase that looks like a fish. Personally I find that hysterical. Data: Tip O'Neill. Accessing. Twentieth century male, politician, overweight, wearing female clothing, carrying a valise that looks like a fish. So, the juxtaposition of gender and an amphibian briefcase is funny. Comic: Well, I think whatever makes you laugh is funny. Data: Nothing makes me laugh. I wish to learn. Comic: How much time do we have here? Data: Unlimited. Comic: We're going to need it. You, pal, are a tough room. Data: Tough room? A colloquialism meaning a severe, rigid, closed-minded audience. I understand. I will attempt to be an easy room. Show me what is funny. Comic: All right, you're on. Jerry Lewis. (The comic goes back on stage and does a Jerry Lewis impression - stupid noises, unintelligible speech with protruding teeth, knocking over the microphone, all that stupid rubbish) Comic: Mister Robot, would you like to come up? Data: I am an android. Comic: Oh, I'm terribly sorry, Mister Android. Here, teeth. Put them in your mouth. Come up with me. Where'd he go? Comic: Try, if you would. You go Ha! Data: That is considered to be funny? Comic: Actually it brought the house down in Teaneck. Data: Ah, a word that ends in K. So, if you put funny teeth in your mouth and jump around like an idiot, that is considered funny. Comic: I'm sorry, I didn't get your name. Data: Data. Comic: Data, did you consider juggling, weird bird calls, stuff like that? Data: That does not apply. I simply want to know what is funny. I want to be able to involve myself in other people's laughter. I wish to join in. Comic: I think that's nice. Let's put the physical stuff aside for a while, all right? We'll do some jokes. See, it's not my forte, but I think that would work good for you. If you would just have a seat and we'll try some jokes like. I dunno. We'll start with the classics. See, there's this traveling salesman. now. He's going down the road and his car breaks down, right? Data: Access faster. Comic: Comes up on this farmhouse and Comic: It's probably best when you do something like this. Need a cigar 'cos it's kind a prop kind of thing and you go like this and Data: Faster. Move to maximum speed. Data: A guy walks into the doctor's office The doctor tells him you need an operation. The guy says I want a second opinion. The doctor said, okay, you're ugly too. Ba-boom boom. Was that funny? Guinan: No. Guinan: Data, you spoiled the joke. It could have been your timing. Data: My timing is digital. What? Guinan: That's funny. Data: Why? Guinan: It would take too long to explain. Tell me another joke. Data: A monk, a clone and a Ferengi decide to go bowling together. Picard: Commander Data, report to the main Bridge immediately. Data: I will be back. Guinan: Bring new jokes. Worf: We have an unidentified at twelve mark four. No response to our enquiries. Picard: Extend hailing frequencies, all languages, all channels. Worf: Extending. Data: Sensors show it to be an interplanetary vessel, sir. Class seven, crew complement twenty six. Worf: Still no response. Captain, they are now locking lasers on us. Riker: Lasers? Worf: Yes, sir. Picard: Lasers can't even penetrate our navigation shields. Don't they know that? Riker: Regulations so call for a Yellow Alert. Picard: A very old regulation. Well, make it so, Number One. And reduce speed. Drop main shields as well. Riker: May I ask why, sir? Picard: In case we decide to surrender to them, Number One. Worf: Still no response to our hail, sir. Data: It is slowing and is holding its position, Captain. Worf: Sir, we are now being hailed. Picard: Viewer on. Debin: Federation vessel, you have no rights in this solar system. I am Debin of planet Atlec, ordering you to heave to and prepare to be boarded. Riker: Shades of Gulliver's Travels. He actually meant it. Picard: But he is right. We are in their solar system. Open a channel. Worf: Open, sir. Picard: I am Captain Jean Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. For what reason have you locked your weapons on us? Debin: Enterprise, you are towing a spacecraft of a known criminal. Picard: He was in need of emergency repair. It was our obligation to assist. Debin: You have a man aboard by the name of Okona. I want him. Picard: On what authority? Debin: He is guilty of crimes committed on the planet Atlec. I expect him to be turned over to my authority immediately. Worf: Mute. Picard: What do you think, Counselor? Troi: He believes what he's saying. His anger is genuine. Picard: Open. What crimes are you referring to? Debin: Neither important nor necessary. I want Okona now! Wesley: Captain, we have another Class seven armed spacecraft approaching, from the opposite sector. Riker: Another ship from Atlec? Data: Similar in specifications and capabilities, but a variation in markings and hailing language. Picard: Debin, hold this position. Viewer off. Data, identify. Data: Sensors indicate it a security vessel from the planet Straleb. Worf: Another glob fly. Riker: Glob fly? Data: A Klingon fly, half the size of an Earth mosquito, with no sting and a buzzing sound like this. Picard: Data. Viewer on. Hailing frequencies. Worf: Open, sir Kushell: I am Secretary Kushell from the Legation of Unity of the planet Straleb. Picard: I am Captain Picard. Kushell: We know who you are, Captain Picard. We have been monitoring your communications, and we know of the demands made by Debin of planet Atlec. Picard: Then you're aware that we have no hostile interaction. Kushell: You only have to concede to one demand. Picard: That word demand has a tone of finality. Kushell: It is a word I have chosen. We demand you turn Okona over to us immediately. Worf: Mute. Picard: Mister Okona to the Bridge immediately. Open. The same demand has been made by the Atlec legation. Kushell: I have no interest in their request, but we intend to back up our legal right to Okona. Picard: I would rather not escalate this situation any further. Kushell: Our honor and prestige are at stake. We are prepared to take Okona by force and die in the doing of it if necessary. Picard: I trust that that can be avoided. I will respond to your request shortly. Viewer off. Worf: Captain Okona has not responded, sir. He's been reported in three different crew quarters. Picard: Find him. Get him up here. Worf: Yes, sir. Worf: You will come with me to the main Bridge. Okona: I'm sure it can wait a few minutes. Worf: Now! Worf: I'd like that. But I have my orders. Okona: Some other time. Remember what it took to drag me from your arms. Okona: Am I going to meet Captain Picard? Worf: Definitely. Okona: Did I say something funny? Worf: Captain Picard, this is Thadium Okona. Picard: Mister Okona, you were welcomed aboard without any undue investigation. In turn it was assumed that you did not come under false pretenses. It now seems that you may have done. Okona: Captain, if you mean my socializing with the members of the crew? Picard: Mister Okona, you are free to socialize with the members of my crew. I'm talking about a man named Debin. Okona: He's from Atlec. I've had dealings with some of his family. Picard: Then perhaps you can explain why his craft is threatening to attack us unless I give him custody of you. Okona: I can't. Picard: Then tell me why Kushell of the planet Straleb is demanding the same thing? Okona: He's here also? Picard: And quite adamant. Mister Okona, what crimes are you accused of? Okona: I am not a criminal. Picard: Why do these men want you? Okona: I can't say. Picard: They're threatening to attack the Enterprise. Okona: That would be crazy. They wouldn't stand a chance. Picard: Right. Then you can offer no reason why they are set on this provocative course? Okona: I can't think of one right now. Picard: On viewer. Worf: Which ship? Picard: What? The first on. Captain Debin. Captain, let me ask you again. What are Okona's crimes? Debin: That is not your concern. Picard: It is if you wish me to release him to you. Debin: All right, you want to know what he did? You want to know why I have chased him across this system? All right. Here, This is his crime. Debin: He dishonored my daughter. He took advantage of her, then he ran off and left her carrying his bastard child. He'll return, and he'll do the right thing or I'll hunt him to the ends of the galaxy. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Some of the mystery surrounding this ancient morality play we've been dragged into has been revealed. One of Captain Okona's pursuers is an outraged father with a heartfelt, if arcane, sense of righteousness. Picard: Your advice, Counselor. Troi: We are dealing with ancient codes involving procreation. While they may be meaningless to us, to Debin they represent his honor. He will fight, risking himself, his crew, his daughter and her unborn child. Okona: You know, Captain, your Counselor's right. He will fight. Worf: The captain of the other ship is demanding to be heard. Picard: I don't suppose you can give me any indication why this man wants you? Picard: Let's put all this together. Lieutenant Worf, multiple image, full conference mode. Let them all see each other. Worf: Yes, sir. Kushell: Here you are, Debin, trying to save this criminal. Debin: My purpose is not your concern. Kushell: It is if it involves Okona. Picard: Gentlemen, please, let's try and resolve this matter. Captain Kushell, what crime has Okona allegedly committed against you? Kushell: He is a thief. He stole the Jewel of Thesia. A national heritage. Debin: A thing. An item. My case involves the victimization of my daughter, and my honor. I'll have Okona now. Kushell: He is mine. Okona: One at a time. Who accuses me of stealing? Kushell: I do. My son Benzan and I. Benzan: Father, please. Kushell: He used you to become my friend. Debin: He used my daughter. Kushell: He used my son to plunder a national treasure. Worf: Mute. Picard: Terminate communications. Come with me. Okona: Captain, you can't be afraid of those two or what they can do to your ship. Picard: No, they could fire until their lasers ran dry and they wouldn't hurt the Enterprise. My predicament is what to do with you. Okona: I'm sorry. I'm sorry my ship broke down. I'm sorry you stopped to help. I'm sorry you're involved. But you're right. Whatever happens, however it goes, someone gets hurt. Hand me over to Kushell, and Debin goes to war. Picard: And if I hand you over to Debin, then it's the same thing. Okona: I wish I could. I wish I could make it easier. Picard: I'm sure you do. Okona: I'm not going to apologize for the way I am or how I live my life, but just for the record, I did not steal the Jewel of Thesia. I am not a criminal, Captain. And as to the other business, that's between me and Yanar, no one else. Picard: In truth, I simply do not have authority in this matter. I'm not your judge, nor is it my duty to arbitrate. But you are in my custody, and that creates the dilemma. Okona: How about this? Do what you said. Fix my guidance system and let me leave. Picard: According to Starfleet regulations, that would be my only course of action. But their ships are faster than yours. I'm not doing you a favor. Okona: Captain, with all due respect, that's not your concern. Besides, I can take care of myself. Okona: You're quite a craftsman, Lieutenant La Forge. How soon? Laforge: What's the rush? I thought you liked it here. Okona: I did. It stopped liking me. Time to disappear. Wesley: Where will you go? Okona: What? Wesley: I said, where will you go? Okona: A new place, if I make it. Wesley: Don't you ever stay anywhere? Okona: Not for long. Wesley: I couldn't be like that. Okona: Oh? Wesley: I mean, always being alone. Commander Riker says you choose to live the way you do and you like it. Okona: Is that what he says? Wesley: Yeah. It would be difficult for me to be leaving all the time. I'd miss my friends, the people I love. I guess leaving's gotten easy for you. Okona: I seem to have a way of using up a place. Wesley: I wasn't talking about a place. Okona: I know. I know what you were talking about. Laforge: It's ready. You should be able to installl this in roughly five minutes. Okona: Like you said, Geordi, what's the rush? I have some friends around here. I think it's time to make a stand. Picard: Mister Okona. Okona: Captain, I've decided not to leave. Picard: Oh. Okona: Don't worry, I'm not staying either. Picard: Just what are your plans, Mister Okona? Okona: I've decided to surrender myself. Riker: To which one? Okona: There's really only one option. Picard: Viewer on. Gentlemen, communicating like this is very distracting. I suggest that we beam you up to the Enterprise and we resolve this face to face. Kushell: Excellent. Debin: Agreed. Riker: Leave your weapons behind. Let's keep this civilized. Picard: Number One, you have the Bridge. Counselor Troi, would you accompany me to deck fourteen conference room. Worf, see to our guests. Worf: Aye, sir. Robinson: They have no weapons. Worf: This way. Debin: Okona, you are without shame. Kushell: For once I agree with Debin. You are without shame. I trusted you. My son treated you like a brother. And then to steal from us. I want him now. Debin: No, he's coming with me. Captain, my complaint was registered first. Picard: Now please, please, be calm. Lieutenant, thank you. Okona: Everyone is talking about me, and no one's talking to me. You all believe that I stole the jewel, and that it was I who fathered the child. Debin: You dare call my daughter a liar? Okona: And now I'm offered these two choices, and given these two options, condemnation as a thief or marriage to the beautiful Yanar. I will take the more pleasant sentence. I will take Yanar as my wife. Benzan: No! You can't! Kushell: My son is right. You can't escape that way. Benzan: That's not what I mean. Debin: It's not up to you, or to Okona. I've been dishonored. I will decide. Yanar: Wait. Since all of you believe Okona is the father of this child, then so be it. I'll marry you. Benzan: No! You can't. Yanar: Yes, I can. Kushell: Okona is still a thief. Benzan: No, he's not. Nothing has been stolen. The Jewel of Thesia has been taken into custody by its rightful heir. Me. I was to give it to Yanar as our pledge of marriage. Kushell: Marriage? Benzan: Yanar is carrying my child. Debin: You said it was Okona's. Yanar: If I'd told you it was Benzan you would have gone to war with his father. So I let you believe it was Okona. Okona: See how a man gets a reputation? Benzan: If I had told you I was giving the Jewel to Debin's daughter, you'd have disowned me. Troi: Now we're hearing some truth. Kushell: So you let me chase Okona when you knew he was innocent. Benzan: Yes, because I didn't believe for one moment that you could catch him. Okona: Well, said. He never would have. Benzan: And once Yanar accepted the Jewel the marriage would have been made. Yanar: Well, I never got it. Kushell: Then Okona does have the jewel. Okona: I never had the chance to deliver it. Yanar: Anyway it's too late. I won't marry Benzan. Debin: Then you'll marry Okona. Yanar: I won't marry anyone! Data: I have reinstated the same program. Guinan: Along with some new jokes, I hope. Computer: Program complete. Enter when ready. Data: Comic, continue. Comic: More freebies, huh? No cover, no minimum, just Comic, continue? Tell me, Data, what happened? Data: I told a joke. Comic: And? Data: No one laughed. Comic: No one? Nobody in the whole room? Guinan: I was the whole room. Data: She said I spoiled the joke. Guinan: Actually, killed would have been a better word. Comic: You know, Data, I think I know what your problem is. You should always try out new material on an audience. Guinan: You know, he could be right. Perhaps an audience is what you need. Data: Computer. Program an audience appropriate to this venue. Okona: Yanar. You're angry at the embarrassment of all this, and maybe the timing and the approach is not the most romantic, but I know you love Benzan and I don't want to see you throw away that feeling just because your parents have been quarreling for years and don't know how to behave properly. I've carried your messages back and forth for almost six months. I've smuggled each of you into the other's homeland. You feel for him the same way he feels for you. Yanar: I do love you. It is your child. Our child. Benzan: Marry me. Yanar: Yes. Benzan: We'll find a new planet to live on. Kushell: You'll live on Straleb. Debin: No, no, no, no no. You'll live on Atlec. Kushell: I will not have this man raising my grandson. Picard: The rest of this is an issue, gentlemen, to be settled between yourselves. Now if you will excuse us, we have business. Yanar: Thank you, Captain. Debin: Your grandson? Kushell: My grandson. Comic: Thank you. Thank you. Thanks for coming, folks. We got a great show for you tonight. I'm so excited this evening. Tonight I have for you the funny man of the stars, the android of antics, that Lieutenant Commander of mirth. Please give him a nice welcome, ladies and gentlemen, none other than. He's just the best. Data! Data: Good evening ladies and germs. I come from a town so small, we had a fraction for a zip code. Guinan: You made a living doing this? Comic: Yes, I did. Data: It was so small in fact we didn't have a godfather of crime, we had a nephew. I was so ugly as a child they hung a pork chop around my neck so the dog would play with me. And then there was the human cannonball who was hired and fired in the same night. Audience program off. Discontinue Comic. Data: It was a holodeck audience. They were programmed to laugh at everything. Perhaps I should reprogram the audience to display a more accurate response. Guinan: Data, let me give you one. Being able to make people laugh, or being able to laugh, is not the end all and be all of being human. Data: No, but there is nothing more uniquely human. Riker: Hold your speed, Captain Okona. Disengage. Wesley: Separated. Okona: I'm under my own power now. Thank you, Enterprise. Thank you, Captain Picard. Picard: Goodbye, Captain Okona. Wesley: Bye, Captain Okona. Say goodbye, Data. Data: Goodbye, Data. Data: Was that funny? Accessing. Ah. Burns and Allen, Roxy Theater, New York City, 1932. It still works. Then there was the one about the girl in the nudist colony that nothing looked good on? Worf: We're ready to get underway, sir. Data: Take my Worf. Please. Riker: Warp speed, sir? Picard: Please.

Scene: Medical log, Stardate 42437.5. Ira Graves is arguably the greatest human mind in the universe. For years he's lived in near isolation on a remote planet, devoting full time to his research. Eight hours ago, we monitored a message from his assistant, urgently requesting medical aid. I only hope we can reach him in time. Picard: Any response from Gravesworld, Mister Worf? Worf: Nothing sir. Not since their initial communication. Riker: They send out a plea for help, then they cut off transmission so they can't tell if there's any help on the way. Doesn't make much sense, does it? Picard: Ensign, what's our ETA at the planet? Wesley: Thirty six minutes to orbit, sir. Picard: Starfleet Command considers Graves' work on molecular cybernetics is reaching a critical stage. They consider this a priority one action. Pulaski: A man is ill, Captain. Treating him is my priority one, regardless of who he is. Troi: Did Data say why he wants to see us? Laforge: He said something about his new image. I tell you, he's been acting kind of strange lately. Troi: How so? Laforge: Well, if I didn't know better, I'd say he was showing signs of insecurity. Troi: Yes, but you do know better. Androids don't feel such things. Laforge: I don't know. Sometimes I think he's becoming more human than any of us realize. Data: Come in. Laforge: Data? Data: Geordi? Is Counselor Troi with you? Troi: Yes, I'm here, Data. Geordi said you wanted to see us. Data: Indeed. Or, stated more correctly, I wanted you to see me. Laforge: Can we come in? Data: Please. Laforge: Did you damage your face, Data? Data: It is a beard, Geordi. A fine, full, dignified beard. One which commands respect and projects thoughtfulness and dignity. Well? Opinions? Troi: It's er, very different. Data: When I stroke the beard thusly, do I not appear more intellectual? Troi: I'm sorry, I have to go now. Goodbye. Data: Why was she laughing? Worf: We are receiving a transmission from Gravesworld, sir. It's unfocused. Not directed specifically at us. Picard: On viewer, Mister Worf. Kareen: If anyone can hear me, please send a doctor. Things are getting worse. Picard: Try and raise her, Mister Crusher. Tell them we're only minutes away. Wesley: It's no good, sir. I don't believe they're receiving us. Worf: Our records show that she and Graves are the only ones living on the planet, Captain. Riker: Then what scared her? Worf: Captain, I am picking up another signal, but it is not from the planet. Picard: On screen, Mister Worf. Worf: The signal is very weak, sir. Audio only. Picard: Pipe it through. Man: Mayday! Mayday! This is the USS questing emergency assistance. The outer hull is breached and environmental systems compromised. Need assistance. Wesley: Captain, I show the Constantinople in that general vicinity. She's a transport ship, used to ferry settlers. I'm showing two thousand and twelve colonists aboard. Riker: Outer hull breach. She must have had an internal explosion. Pulaski: If that's the case, they'll all be prone to severe hypoxia. Their lives are at risk. We've got to help them. Picard: And what about Graves? Pulaski: He's one man. Riker: Suggestion, Captain. Why don't we execute a long range transport of an away team to assist Doctor Graves at earliest possible moment. We'd come out of warp just long enough to energize the beam. Picard: A touch and go down warping? Mister Crusher, prepare to make it so. Wesley: Aye sir. Picard: Engineering, Mister La Forge. We're going to execute a near warp Picard: Transport. This may be a little tricky. I would like you to handle it. Laforge: Yes, Captain. Laforge: I'm on my way. Picard: Assemble an away team, Number One. Include whoever the Doctor requires to assist. Pulaski: Excuse me sir, but there may be hundreds on the Constantinople that require emergency attention. I should be there to supervise. Picard: All right, who will replace you? Pulaski: Lieutenant Selar. She has my complete confidence. Riker: Worf, let's go. Riker: Phaser on stun, Mister Worf. We don't know what's going on down there. There's no need to take any chances. Worf: Agreed, sir. Laforge: Now remember, this is a near warp transport, so the effects may be a little unusual. Troi: What do you mean? Riker: You'll see, Counselor. Energize. Troi: Now wait a minute. I don't understand Riker: You do now. Troi: This might sound crazy, but for a moment I thought I was stuck in that wall. Worf: For a moment, you were. Data: Data to Enterprise. Picard: I read you, Commander. Go ahead. Data: We are inside Graves' home. Data: All is quiet so far. Of course, no one knew we were coming. Picard: Use caution, but protect Graves' health Picard: At all costs. Data: Understood, sir. I suggest we look around to see if anybody is home. Worf: No need, Commander. Kareen: You heard me. Thank God. I'm Kareen Brianon, Doctor Graves' assistant. Troi: We're from a ship called the Enterprise. We monitored your distress call but then you never acknowledged our response. Kareen: I'm sorry, I couldn't take the chance. Troi: Chance? What chance? Graves: The chance that I might find out someone was coming. Kareen knew full well that I would not be pleased, to put it mildly. Kareen: I had no choice. I refuse to stand by and watch you deteriorate. Selar: What symptoms have you noticed? Kareen: He has pain, shortness of breath, irritability. Graves: Ridiculous! I'm as healthy as a Rigelian ox! Kareen: He's not himself, believe me. His temper is completely out of control. Graves: Nonsense! Kareen: Ira! Selar: I am a doctor. Lieutenant Selar. Graves: No offense, but I don't want you touching me in any way. It's no secret that I don't like people much, and I like doctors even less. Troi: That's funny, I thought most doctors were people. Graves: Then you're wrong. Ask any patient. Although I will admit, for a doctor you're not a bad looking woman. Well, well, well, what have we got here? Another lovely specimen of womanhood. Troi: I thought you didn't like people. Graves: Women aren't people. They're women. Troi: I'm Deanna Troi. It's an honor to meet you, Doctor Graves. Graves: Yes, of course it is. This is one of the truly great moments of your life. Kareen: Excuse me, sir. Are you a Romulan? Worf: Hardly. Graves: He's a Klingon, Kareen. Kareen has lived here since her father died when she was very young. Her only knowledge of unhuman races comes from me. Klingons and Romulans don't look much alike, Kareen, even though they act much alike. Worf: Must I stand here and be insulted? Graves: No insult intended, Mister Klingon. You see, Doctor, there's nothing wrong with my hearing. My, my, my, my. Data: Lieutenant Commander Data Graves: Shhh! Absolutely no esthetic value whatsoever. Looks like Soong's work. Data: Quite correct, sir! Did you know Doctor Soong? Graves: Know him?! I taught him everything he knows. You could say that I was the father of his work. Which kind of makes me your grandfather, doesn't it sonny? Damn doctors! Always sneaking up on one. Attacking from the rear. Go on, gorgeous. Spit it out. Whatever the hell it is, I can take it. Selar: I've checked twice to make certain. You have Darnay's disease. I'm sorry, Doctor Graves. It's in it's final stage. Kareen: Can't you do something for him? Selar: In all cases, Darnay's is terminal. Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 42437.7. We've successfully repaired the stricken liner, Constantinople. Forty six of her people suffered injuries, mostly minor. They have been treated and supplied with the proper medicines. Our task complete, we are heading back to Gravesworld with great dispatch. Data: I have noticed, Doctor Graves: Call me Grandpa. Seems more touching in my final hours. Data: I have noticed, Grandpa, that you keep repeating the same notes of a musical phrase I am unfamiliar with. Graves: It's an ancient little tune called 'If I Only Had A Heart.' A plaintive lament sung by a mechanical man who longs to be human. It's his only wish. Data: What happens to this man? Graves: He finds out he's human after all. Always was. Just worried so much, he never realized it. Data: A happy ending. The mechanical man gets his wish. Graves: Stories often have happy endings. It's life that throws you for a loop. It must be so hard for you, to be so close to being human and yet never really knowing what it's like to know pain. Data: But pain is unpleasant, is it not? Graves: Pain. Lust. Envy. Pleasure. Desire. Do you know what desire is, Data? Data: Desire? To long for, to crave, a wish, a request, a Graves: Do you know what desire is? Data: No. I do not suppose I will ever really know. Graves: I feel pity for you. Your existence must be a kind of walking purgatory. Neither dead nor alive. Never really feeling anything. Just existing. Just existing. Listen to me. A dying man takes the time to mourn a man who will never know death. Funny, isn't it? Data: Funny. I have had great difficulty determining what funny is. Graves: I've had the same difficulty most of my life. We're much alike. Selar: I'd say he has a week, but that's only an estimate. We do know that the disease attacks the brain and nervous system. We can expect more of the erratic behavior of the kind you've been noticing. Troi: His feelings towards you are very warm. He's attracted to you in many ways. Kareen: Attracted? I know I've felt certain feelings from him. And for him. Had I been older, perhaps we could've been. That's not the way it worked out. And now it's like he's afraid to face me. The only one he talks to is your friend, Data. Data: You mentioned your impending death, Grandpa. May I say you face it with remarkable courage and stoicism. Graves: That is because I am an incredible man, possessing an iron will and nerves of steel. Two traits that helped me become the genius I am today as well as the lady killer I was in days gone by. Data: You condone homicide, sir? Graves: It's an expression, Data. It means I was once as beautiful as I am smart. Data: Really, Grandpa? Graves: No, not really. But what the hell. I'm dying. I can remember my life any way I want. And I'll let you into a little secret, Sonny. I don't really believe I will be dying. Data: But the Doctor Graves: Oh, I'll die, but I won't really be dead. You see, I believe I've learned to transfer the wealth of my knowledge into a computer. Before I die, I plan to transfer my great intelligence into this machine, thus cheating the Grim Reaper of his greatest prize. But what would you know of death? It is a subject forever alien to you. Data: That is not necessarily true, Grandpa. I do have an off button, if you will. Its activation robs me of my consciousness, therefore rendering me dead for all intents and purposes. It is not something I enjoy contemplating. Graves: I can understand that. Just where would Soong position such a device? Don't tell me, let me guess. Picard: Captain to away team. We're standing by. Selar: I do not wish to interrupt Data and the Doctor. They seem to have developed a genuine rapport. But the Enterprise has reached it's orbit and I'd like to transport Graves to the ship as soon as possible. Data: That will not be necessary, Doctor. He is gone. Worf: Gone? Data: It happened just a few moments ago, in my arms. Ira Graves is dead. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. I leave Gravesworld with an empty feeling and the knowledge that our mission was unsuccessful. Whatever scientific secrets Ira Graves was about to unlock have been lost forever. Our immediate priority is to reach the nearest starbase so that Graves' assistant can get on with her life. Riker: Why didn't you contact Doctor Selar when you saw that he was beginning to go? Data: To do so would have been pointless. All things must pass. May I go now, sir? Picard: Yes, of course. Data: We will try to honor him in the manner in which he specified, will we not, sir? Picard: I said we would, Data. Data: I am glad, sir. It was his dying wish. Kareen: Hello Data. It's good to see you again. The stars are so beautiful from space. Yet they seem Data: You always did love the sky. A stargazer. That is what you are. Kareen: Did Ira tell you that? I guess he's right. I used to spend hours just lying on a hill, looking up. Data: Ira never told you how beautiful you were to him. He never told you that, did he? He could not tell you, do you understand? Kareen: Yes. I understand. Data: He wanted to. Every waking moment. And he wanted you to know that. You were everything to him. Picard: He was a fine man. A man of rare gifts. and great accomplishments. He will be sorely missed. Does anyone else have anything to say? Data: I believe I have a few words to say, sir. Just look at that face. The face of a thinker. A warrior. A man for all seasons. Yes, Ira Graves was all that and more. But he was not perfect. Perhaps his greatest fault was that he was too selfless. He cared too much for his fellow man, with nary a thought for himself. A man of limitless accomplishments, and unbridled modesty. I can safely say that to know him was to love him. And to love him was to know him. Those who knew him, loved him, while those who did not know him, loved him from afar. Picard: Data. Data: I'm almost finished, sir. Picard: You are finished, Data. Picard: We now commit the body of Ira Graves to the timeless depths of space. Data: I am sorry, sir. Perhaps it was my admiration for Grandpa that got the best of me. Picard: Grandpa? Data: That is the way I think of him, sir. My only living relative, no longer living. Picard: Data. Data: I was only trying to carry out his wishes. I just wanted to keep my promise to him. Picard: I know that, Data. Look, I realize you've been studying the human equation with great alacrity, but perhaps you've been working at it too much. Don't try so hard to be human. Just be yourself. All right? Data: Yes, sir. I will work on staying within myself. Picard: Grand. You're dismissed, Mister Data. Data: Thank you, sir. Captain's personal log. Although Commander Data has assured me that his odd behavior will return to normal, I can't help thinking that something went wrong during his visit to Gravesworld. Troi: I'm still concerned, Captain. I've never seen him act like this. Picard: Could it be that grandfather analogy that Graves planted in his head?. Data is an orphan in a manner of speaking. Is it possible that the loss of Graves might have affected him? Touched him on some emotional level we didn't know he possessed? Troi: I hope you're right. I hope that's all it is. Wesley: That was a great speech, Data. To know know him is to love him is to know him. Data: Verbal composition at it's most sophisticated level. Your child-like mind cannot appreciate the timeworn wisdom of my words. Wesley: Child-like mind? Data: When you get to be my age, you will understand. Wesley: Your age? Data, chronologically, you're not much older than I am. Data: You are only as old as you feel. Try to remember that, boy. Riker: You're not turning into a philosopher, are you, Mister Data? Data: I am many things. Scholar, Artist, philosopher, lover, genius. Wesley: Data, what's wrong with you? Kareen: How beautiful. Picard: I thought you might enjoy the Bridge, Miss Brianon. I'm aware of your interest in science. Perhaps you'd like to see the computer terminal Data: Yes, I'm aware of your interest in her. Picard: What was that, Commander? Data: Nothing sir. Nothing at all. Picard: These are the science stations. From the command center here, we have control of the science stations Wesley: Data, what are you doing? Data: I detest hypocrisy. I wish they would just come out and admit it! Picard: Admit what, Mister Data? Data: That your interest in Kareen is not purely professional. Try as you will, you cannot win her heart. She does not care for older men. Or men of limited intellect. Picard: Mister Data, you will come with me right now. Do you understand me? Data: I understand. I understand all too well. Removing the competition will not help you, Picard. Picard: Excuse me. Riker: Do you know what that was all about? Troi: Jealousy. Intense, burning jealousy. A human emotion, and it was coming from Data. Data: If you wish to apologize, I am prepared to listen. Picard: You expect me to apologize to you? Data: You were a bit rude to me. Might make you feel better if you said you were sorry. Picard: Data, something has obviously gone wrong with your circuitry. Data: That is ridiculous. I am as healthy as a Rigelian ox. Picard: I wish I could believe that. I would accompany you to to Sickbay, but I doubt if that would do us any good. Data: Sickbay? Are you ill, Captain? Picard: I'm getting there. I'm going to have Engineering run a full physical on you. Data: I am sure that will not be necessary, Captain. I am fully capable of running a circuit check on myself. It will immediately determine any abnormalities. Picard: Do it. That's an order. Data: Just as I expected. I am fine. Could not be better. Picard: For the first time since I've known you, I don't believe you. Laforge: Try and hold still, will you, Data? Picard: Data, will you wait for me in the corridor. Data: Why should I? This concerns me more than it does any of you. Picard: You will wait for me in the corridor. His insubordination is growing by leaps and bounds. I could use diskipline, but I'd rather try and help him. Laforge: I wish I knew what to suggest. I'm damned if I can find a thing wrong with him. Troi: Perhaps we're looking in the wrong place. Picard: Meaning? Troi: Well, if Data's physical health is unimpaired, perhaps his mental health needs to be addressed. Laforge: What, are you saying that Data is losing his mind? Troi: With your permission, Captain, there is one way to find out. Troi: Now, Data, you remember the psychotronic stability examination. We all had to take it before graduating from the Academy. Data: It was a waste of time then and it is a waste of time now. Troi: It will just gage your psychological reactions to the images it projects. Watch the screen and let your mind go blank. The device will do the rest. Picard: It's safe to say that you're his best friend. Is it possible to speculate about what's happening to him? Laforge: Well, sir, it's just a guess, but, sometimes he wants to be human so badly he can taste it. I think he just tends to get confused when his human qualities surface. Picard: Go on. Laforge: Witnessing Graves' death may have been some sort of catalyst for the way he Troi: I have the results of the tests. I ran them several times to be sure. Picard: To be sure of what? Troi: There are two disparate personalities within Lieutenant Commander Data. Each distinctly different. A dominant and a recessive. Picard: But he's an android. Is that possible! Troi: It must be. The dominant personality is unstable. Brilliant but vain, sensitive yet paranoid. And I believe it is prone to irrationality. Picard: Of course. Troi: Sir? Picard: Nothing. Go on. Troi: It seems to have an especially strong hatred of you, Captain, or to a lesser degree, any authority figure. And worst part is, it's growing. Picard: How do you mean? Troi: The alien persona is getting stronger and gobbling up what is left of the weaker ego, the Data we know. If something isn't done to stop it immediately, we will lose our Data forever. Captain's personal log. We have arrived at Starbase Six where Miss Brianon will await transport back to Earth. I am greatly troubled by the unusual behavior of Commander Data and fear that somehow it is directly related to the experiments of Ira Graves. Picard: Where is Data now? Troi: He should be in his quarters. You ordered him not to leave. Picard: Tell me, where is Lieutenant Commander Data? Computer: Current location, Ten forward. Picard: Lieutenant Worf, will you go to Ten forward and keep an eye on Data? Don't interfere with his actions unless you hear otherwise from me. Worf: Worf here, sir. Acknowledged. Picard: I want to know more about what happened down on Gravesworld. Lieutenant Selar, report to the Captain's ready room. Data: Hello, Kareen. Don't you think it's time we stopped pretending? You know who I am. Kareen: You're Data. Data: You do know who I am. Kareen: Ira? Data: It is me. I am here. I am alive. Kareen: How? Data: I deactivated Data and transferred my mind into his frame. I never imagined how much of my self I would retain. My feelings, my dreams. Kareen: They won't let you get away with it. They'll try to stop you. Data: How can they? It is my body now. It is out of their hands. Picard: Doctor, tell me. How much time did Data and Graves spend together? Selar: They were together practically the entire time we were on the planet. Picard: Always alone? Troi: Yes. Always. Picard: Doctor, what was your impression of Graves? Selar: He seemed brilliant, egocentric, arrogant, chauvinistic. Picard: Sound familiar? Data: Something wonderful has happened. I can take a deep breath now without feeling stabbing pain. I will never have to face death again. Think of the things I will accomplish over the next thousand years! What? Oh, I know what you're thinking. There is no need to worry. I will create an android body for you, too. We can witness the end of time together. Why are you crying, Kareen? I can love you now. The way I always wanted to. It was not right before. I was too old for you, too weak. Now I can be everything you want me to be. Kareen: I won't let you put me in a machine. I want to live my life. I won't let you take it away from me. Ira! Ira, you're hurting me! Worf: Worf to Captain Picard. Worf: Commander Data has left Ten forward. Should I follow? Picard: Negative. I'll handle this myself. He was an expert in cybernetics? Troi: Yes. Picard: Our memorial service may have been premature. What an achievement. 'So long as men can breathe or eyes can see, so long lives this, and this gives life to thee.' Troi: He was working on bridging the gap between man and machine. Picard: It seems he built that bridge. I may be forced to tear it down. Data: I can hear you coming, Captain. My ears are better than the average dog's, you know. Picard: I know who you are and what you've done. Data: Of course you do. Picard: I came here to talk to Data. Data: I cannot allow that. Picard: I understand your desperation. The shock of learning you were dying. But you had no right to do what you have done. Data: I had every right, Captain. I am man, he is machine. There is no question who must live and what must die. Picard: What of Data? Data: Data? Before me, he was nothing. Just a walking tin can with circuits for intestines. Pathetic. Without heart, a man is meaningless. I would not come up here if I were you, Captain. I might not like it. Data: You are most fortunate, my dear Captain, that I am not a violent man. Picard: Not a violent man? Data: This is not my fault. They told me I was not supposed to be up here. They should not have done that. Picard: Graves, listen to me. No one can deny the significance of your transformation. But I don't believe that this was part of your plan. Encountering Data was mere coincidence. One that offered you more than you could have dreamed. But something has gone wrong. Look here. Graves, this experiment must be terminated. Data: This is idiotic. Picard: Picard to Sickbay. Pulaski: Yes, Captain. Picard: How is Miss Brianon? Pulaski: Her left hand is fractured in two places. We've just begun treatment. Picard: I'm afraid there are two more injuries in Engineering. Pulaski: I'm on my way. Picard: Who's next? Data: These were all accidents. I did not intend Picard: How many more accidents? You must leave this body. Data: No, I live here now. Picard: Graves, every man has his time. Every man, without exception. But you've cheated. You have extended your life at the expense of another. Graves, give Data back. Give him back. Data: Data is dead. Picard: No. He must not be lost. He's not simply an android. He's a life form, entirely unique. Data: Data is not human! He is Picard: He is different, yes. But that does not make him expendable, or any less significant. No being is so important that he can usurp the rights of another. Now set him free! Data: No! Data: How many? How many more accidents? Picard: Data! Where is he? Pulaski: Just take it easy. Picard: I can't afford to take it easy, Doctor. Tell me, where is Lieutenant Commander Data? Laforge: Data. Data, can you hear me? Data: Geordi. Laforge: Yeah. Data: May I ask a question? Laforge: I think you just did. Data: Quite correct. Then may I ask another question after this one? Laforge: You can ask me anything you want. Data: Why am I lying on the floor in this undignified position with the four of you standing over me, displaying expressions of concern? Picard: I've heard more than enough. You're you again. Kareen: Captain. Captain, look at this. Kareen: He's in there. Ira put himself in the computer. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We've said goodbye to Kareen Brianon, with the hopeful feeling that her future will be a bright one. The intellect of Ira Graves has been deposited into our computer. There is knowledge but no consciousness. The human equation has been lost. Wesley: And you don't remember anything? Data: Not a thing. Wesley: To know him is to love him is to know him? Data: Perhaps it is best that I do not remember. I trust I did nothing unbecoming to a Starfleet officer? Riker: Does wrestling with a Klingon targ ring a bell? Picard: Mister Crusher, take us out of orbit. Wesley: Aye, sir. Data: Did I win?

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 42477.2. The Enterprise has been diverted to the Ramatis star system. It seems that both sides of a bitter planetary conflict have petitioned Starfleet to transport to their world a mediator they have mutually selected. Our orders are transportation only, no interference. Riker: Reduce to half impulse. Wesley: Reducing velocity to one half impulse. Picard: Come. Ah, Number One. Look at this. Ever since we left the Lima Sierra system, I have been puzzling over how the third planet could maintain such an orbit, when it is theoretically impossible. But consider this. Riker: There's no degeneration. Picard: Exactly. Riker: Why? Picard: Why? I haven't a clue. Riker: Perhaps this facsimile lacks the proper mass. Picard: Perhaps, but if this is an accurate representation, it could explain what happened in that system. Riker: Perhaps. Picard: Well, not a matter of great moment, just a knot I had to untie. So, what do you want to see me about? Riker: We've arrived at Ramatis Three. Picard: Oh well, time to leave. Riker: Standard orbit, Mister Crusher. Wesley: Standard orbit. Picard: Mister Data, you have the Bridge. Riker: Transporter room five. I'm still a little uncomfortable with your leading this away team. Picard: This is not an away team, Commander. I consider this a ceremonial function. For me not to go could be construed as lack of interest. Riker: You will be careful, sir Picard: Oh, cluck, cluck, Number One. Riker: Sir? Picard: You're being a mother hen. I appreciate your concern. Actually I'm looking forward to meeting this mediator. Riker: We came a long way to get him. Picard: They wanted the best. That, according to all reports, is Riva. Picard: If he can put an end to all the years of blood-letting on those planets, I think we should do everything in our power to assist him. Riker: Our job is not to police the galaxy. Picard: Isn't that my speech, Number One? No, of course you're right. We must not get involved. Worf: Coordinates have been input, sir. Troi: Have your sensors indicated any problem down there, Lieutenant? Worf: None. Troi: But you're feeling a certain confusion about this mission. Worf: No. Troi: Yes. I've never known you to have such strong emotions, except when you're expecting to do battle. Worf: I am not expecting battle. Riker: Then what is bothering you? Worf: Riva. Picard: Ah. Riva negotiated several treaties between the Klingons and the Federation. Worf: Before him, there was no Klingon word for peacemaker. Riker: Then I can understand why you're feeling uneasy. Picard: Now look, this is a simple ceremonial greeting, nothing more. All right? Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Energize. Riker: Captain, this is the Enterprise. Picard: We've arrived safely, Number One, but so far we've been ignored. I'll keep you informed. Riker: I would appreciate it. Troi: Captain. Worf: Sir. Troi: Riva. Woman: Please, come closer. Before I start, is there anything you need? Food, refreshments? Picard: Thank you, no. Scholar: Then proceed. Picard: Greetings from the United Federation of Planets. I am Captain Jean Luc Picard, of the USS Enterprise. This is Counselor Troi. Lieutenant Worf. Adonis: Greetings. Scholar: Welcome to Ramatis. Woman: I have been expecting you. Adonis: You are empathic. Troi: Yes. Adonis: Then although you already know my feelings toward you, allow me to put them into words. I am looking forward to this journey, now more than ever, because it gives me the chance to be in your company. Troi: I am flattered. I too am look forward to learning more about you. Picard: There are aspects to Riva of which we have not been informed. Woman: Precisely. Our way of communicating has developed over the centuries and its one that I find quite harmonious. Picard: Then Riva the mediator Woman: Is deaf. Picard: Deaf? Woman: Born, and hope to die. Picard: And the three of you speak for him? Chorus: Yes. Scholar: We serve as translators. We convey not only his thoughts, but his emotional intent as well. I am the Scholar. I represent the intellect, and speak in matters of judgment, philosophy, logic. Also, I am the dreamer, the part that longs to see the beauty beyond the truth which is always the first duty of art. I am the poet who Adonis: Artists, they tend to ramble, neglect the moment. I am passion, the libido. I am the anarchy of lust, the romantic and the lover. I am also the warrior, the perfect line which never wavers. Woman: I am that which binds all the others together. I am harmony, wisdom, balance. Picard: Remarkable. And so these Scholar: Speak to me! Picard: What? Scholar: Speak directly to me. Picard: The uniqueness of this presentation provoked this inadvertent breach in protocol. No insult was intended. Scholar: Then none is perceived. Picard: I'm curious about how this rare form of communication came about. Woman: The gene for hearing is not present in my planet's ruling line. Scholar: Not that unusual, indeed it is similar to the House of Hanover of your planet Earth, all who had hemophilia. Or the leaders of Fendaus Five, who were without limbs. Woman: Many of the galaxy's greatest contributors have been similarly special. Scholar: My Chorus is so attuned, they can hear my thoughts and translate to you. It is a relationship which goes back for centuries. Their ancestors provided the same service to my ancestors. Troi: Your method of communication is most elegant and quite beautiful. Adonis: It takes a fine mind to realize that, Counselor Troi. Troi: This part of you doesn't speak very often. Adonis: Only when the spirit moves me. Picard: Riva, if you are ready, the situation at Solais Five is very critical. We should not delay. Scholar: Very well. Worf: With your permission, Captain. Picard: Make it so, Mister Worf. Worf: Enterprise, this is the away team. Seven to beam up. O'Brien: Commander Riker. The away team, plus four, is on board. Riker: Acknowledged. Ensign, set your course for Solais Five. Wesley: Course is set. Riker: Velocity, warp eight. Wesley: Warp eight, aye. Riker: Engage, Ensign. Wesley: Yes, sir. Riker: What is this? Picard: Riva id deaf. These three speak for him. Treat them as interpreters. Address yourselves directly to Riva. Now, may I present my First Officer. Scholar: First, Captain, may I say it is an honor to be on board such a fine vessel. Now, please, continue with the introductions. Picard: This is my First Officer, Commander Riker. Scholar: It is an honor to meet you. Picard: Lieutenant Commander Data. Scholar: It is a pleasure to meet such a unique individual. Data: Thank you. Picard: Lieutenant La Forge. Laforge: It is my pleasure to meet you, sir. Woman: What is that you're wearing? Laforge: A visor. It interprets the electromagnetic spectrum and then carries the readings to my brain. Woman: And without it, can you see? Laforge: Without it I'm as blind as a stump. Woman: Then your visor serves the same function as my Chorus, which interprets my thoughts and translates them into sound? Laforge: Yes. Scholar: And you don't resent it? Laforge: The visor or being blind? Scholar: Either. Laforge: No, since they're both part of me, and I really like who I am, there's no reason for me to resent either one. Scholar: What is your position on the ship? Laforge: I'm the Chief Engineer, sir. Woman: It's a blessing to understand we are special, each in his own way. Laforge: Yes. Yes, that's the way I feel exactly. Picard: I offer the hospitality of my vessel. And at your convenience, there is a briefing on the Solari wars. If you wish, I'll have you conducted to your quarters. Woman: Thank you. Adonis: Perhaps, if it is not inconvenient, Counselor Troi could escort me. With your permission. Troi: This way. Riker: What about you? Woman: At times like this, we become an encumbrance. Scholar: So, if you have rooms for us? Picard: Lieutenant Worf will escort you. Riker: Riva's not what I expected. Adonis: Much of what we do is similar. Troi: Yes, I suppose in a way it is. Adonis: We have both learned how to allow people to examine feelings hidden deep within their psyche. In fact, with you here now is provoking an emotional revelation. Troi: You mean some emotion buried in your psyche? Adonis: Well, not that deep. Troi: Exactly what are you feeling? Adonis: Can't you tell? Troi: Some of it. Adonis: Well I feel that soon, perhaps after the briefing by your Captain, that you will be hungry, and that perhaps we could dine together and compare experiences. Troi: I'd like that. Adonis: As will I. Troi: Will he be with us? Adonis: Well, until we find our own method of communication. Troi: I look forward to that time. Adonis: As do I. Picard: I'm sorry, Data. Begin the briefing. Data: The factions on Solais Five are historical enemies. So many have died that both societies are on the verge of extinction. Scholar: Enough. Thank you, Captain, there is no need to continue. The specific issues of the conflict have no relevance. Riker: So none of the background which we have provided would be helpful in understanding why they continue to fight? Scholar: The portfolio will indicate that the conflict is over a piece of land, or wealth, or some other tangible asset. But we both know that is not the case. Riker: They've been at war for so long, it has become personal. Scholar: Exactly. The basis for peace must also be personal. This is an historic confrontation, correct? Data: The factions have been at war for fifteen centuries. Scholar: What's changed? Data: I do not know what you mean. Scholar: They have been killing each other for a long time, now they want to talk peace. So something about this situation has recently changed. What's the new piece to the puzzle? Picard: Data? Data: Unknown, sir. Riker: Perhaps they have run out of people to kill. In any case, whatever the reason, peace is now preferred, which should make your job easier. Scholar: Well, if not easier, at least possible, for now they are motivated. But it doesn't matter. I'll find something. I always have. Picard: Always? Scholar: To date, I have never failed. Now, unless there is something else? Picard: No. This is for your benefit. Woman: Then, thank you for your time and effort. Adonis: I believe I have to get ready for a dinner appointment. Woman: If you will excuse me. Picard: Yes, of course. The meeting is adjourned. Riker: Our mediator is very self assured. We'll know soon enough if he can deliver. Wesley: We're approaching Solais Five. Riker: Half impulse. Wesley: Slowing to one half impulse. Adonis: The sound of this ship is quite remarkable. Can't you feel it? Troi: Yes. Adonis: It moves through my body like a great pulse. Troi: I've grown so accustomed to it, I forget it's there. Adonis: It's easy to let that happen. Sometimes we must allow the surroundings to flow over us, to dwell on each separate part, how it feels, to allow it to fill you. Troi: How do we communicate? I know you can read lips, but I need your words. Troi: Words are here on top. What's under them, their meaning, is what's important. Yes, that's true. We both know how to express important words, like dream. Being here with you. Yes, being here with you know is very special to me, too. Riker: Standard orbit. Worf: Captain, I'm reading laser activity on the Solais Five. Riker: How concentrated is the activity? Worf: It is localized, but very intense. Riker: So much for the cease fire. Picard: Hailing frequencies. Worf: I'm receiving one side only. Picard: This is Captain Jean Luc Picard, commander of the Federation starship USS Enterprise. If you continue to violate the cease fire, I will abort this mission. Alien 1: You have no jurisdiction here, Picard. Where is Riva? Picard: Riva is in charge of the summit. I command the ship that brings him. I will not endanger this ship under any circumstances. Worf: The other faction is breaking through, sir. Alien 2: Riva gave his word we would speak to no one else. Now who breaks the rules? Where is Riva? Picard: I shall summon him for you. Get Riva here. Riker: Counselor Troi, please have Riva report to the Bridge. Troi: They need you on the Bridge, now. Picard: The cease fire has been broken. Scholar: I'm sure I can resolve that. Put them on the viewscreen. Picard: Viewer on. Worf: The quality of the transmission is very poor. Scholar: It is sufficient. Adonis: Brothers. Your bravery as fighters is known. Now you must demonstrate courage in a new way. Cease hostilities. Allow us to meet. Worf: The laser fire has ceased. Riker: For how long? These Solari don't seem likely candidates for peace. Scholar: I will need to see a topographical overlay of the battle area in order to pick a site for the meetings. Then I will need your help in creating the proper setting. Riker: Worf, prepare your security team. Worf: Yes, sir. Adonis: That's not necessary. Riker: But it is prudent. Adonis: I prefer to arrive with the smallest possible complement. We do not want to add to an already tense situation. Picard: If that is your judgment, so be it. We are here to provide whatever service you require. Adonis: Thank you, Captain. Scholar: There. beam us down to that hilltop and inform the factions to join us. The time for killing is come to an end. Riker: Phasers on stun, Mister Worf. Scholar: You won't need those. Riker: I'm sure we won't. Energize. Scholar: Yes, this will do. It is important that we set this up properly. Commander. If it be possible, I would like torches here and here. Riker: Engineering. Riker: This is the away team. Laforge: Yes, Commander. Riker: We are going to need your help. Laforge: I thought you might. Riker: We would like two torches. Head high? And what else? Scholar: A table here. Riker: Describe it. Scholar: Three sided, and if possible made to resemble indigenous rock. Riker: Did you read that, Geordi? Laforge: I did. That should be no problem. Riker: When will the emissaries arrive? Scholar: It shouldn't be too long. Riker: And how long do you think the negotiations will take? Scholar: They won't go quickly. Worf: They're coming, Commander. Scholar: The first few minutes will be very tense. Please stay calm, and do not respond even if you are provoked. Riker: We'll do our best. Alien 1: Who is Riva? Woman: I am Riva. Woman: Be at ease. I commend you both. To come here proves not only your courage, but your wisdom. Please, give this conference a chance. Scholar: I have no magic. You have been fighting all your lives. You know only Alien 3: No, no, never! Death first! Riker: Riva! Alien 2: Don't! Traitor! Alien 2: No, wait. Wait. Riker: Away team to Enterprise. Beam us up. Now! Alien 2: His words are not mine. Please, Riva. Alien 2: We need you. We need you! Picard: How did this happen? Riker: A total surprise. Apparently a member of one of the factions didn't like the idea of peace. Picard: I don't understand what you're trying to say. Counselor? Troi: Riva, go slowly. Slowly. Picard: Can you write it out? I am so sorry that your friends were killed. I'm sorry, I don't know what you are trying to tell me. We have to find some way to communicate with him. Data, he knows some kind of gestural language. Find our which one and learn it. Data: Aye, sir. Picard: Counselor, take him to Sickbay. Maybe Pulaski can help. Listen to me. You are not alone. Do you understand? We are all in this together now. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We are monitoring increased military activity on Solais Five. I fear that without Riva, we will be unable to keep the Solari from destroying themselves. Riker: How's it going? Data: I have eliminated all but five distinct forms of signing. I will learn them all. Computer, show me gestural language designation M nine. Worf: Interesting. A technique of communication which is both silent and covert. It could be very useful. Data: The use of gestures and hand signals pre dates the spoken word in most cultures. The major exception being the Leyrons of Malkus Nine who actually developed a written language first. Computer, continue presentation. Increase. Increase. Increase. Increase. Picard: Come. Picard: How's our mediator. Troi: The same. He's withdrawn. He's very frightened. All of his life he's been in control, and now for the first time he doesn't have any answers. The doctor gave him a complete medical examination. Pulaski: His condition is hereditary. His brain cannot receive auditory information. So all the prosthetics and surgical techniques I can use wouldn't work. Troi: I don't know what we can do to help him. Pulaski: I can't do anything. Troi: It's up to him, and he's stopped cooperating. Picard: Counselor, couldn't you? Troi: Confidence is faith in oneself. It can't easily be given by another. Picard: You're right, of course. Come. Data: Captain, I have reviewed and stored five distinct signing languages. Here is an example of the first. This is blue. This is a blue ocean. This is a blue ocean at sunset. This is two people walking along the beach by a blue ocean at sunset. This is two happy people in love walking along the beach by a blue ocean at sunset. This is two people Picard: Enough. Let's talk to Riva. Picard: Riva, Commander Data has learned your sign language. Talk to us. Data: It was my fault. I am responsible for their deaths. In my arrogance I thought no one could possibly harm the great Riva. I am such a fool. Picard: You are not to blame. What happened appears to have been the work of one desperate man. It may not reflect the feelings of the others. Data: They were more than my interpreters. They were also my friends. They were a part of me. I did not realize how much a part until now. Picard: We have been contacted by the factions on Solais. They want to renew negotiations. Data: I cannot. I will not. Troi: Don't turn away. You have a chance to make some good come out of this tragedy. This could be the catalyst which binds them together. Data: Someone else will have to speak with them, not me. Not after what I allowed to happen/ How could I? Picard: But Data can understand you. Use him. Let him explain your words. Data: When Data speaks for me, can you hear my anguish, my despair? Data is a fine machine, but he cannot take the place of my chorus. It took years to develop a communication. That cannot be easily replaced. Troi: The Solari need you. Data: I cannot help them. Captain, please take me back to Ramatis. Picard: That is regrettable. A lot more people are going to die. Pulaski: It's possible to installl optical devices which look like normal eyes, and would still give you about the same visual range as the visor. Laforge: Done? You say almost. How much reduction? Pulaski: Twenty percent. There is another option. I can attempt to regenerate your optic nerve, and, with the help of the replicator, fashion normal eyes. You would see like everyone else. Laforge: Wait a minute. I was told that was impossible. Pulaski: I've done it twice, in situations somewhat similar to yours. Geordi, it would eliminate the constant pain you are under. Why are you hesitating? Laforge: Well, when I came to see you, it was to talk about modifying this. And now you're saying it could be possible for me to have normal vision? Pulaski: Yes. Laforge: I don't know. I'd be giving up a lot. Pulaski: There's something else you must know. This is a one shot. If you decide to change your mind, there's no going back. And there are risks. I can offer choices, not guarantees. Laforge: Well, this is a lot to think about. I'll get back to you, Doctor. Thank you. Troi: The Captain is going to take you to Ramatis. But first, he's given me permission to attempt to settle the conflict down on Solais. Yes. We've come so far, and paid such a terrible price, I must try. Help me. Data: You would be better off without my help. Troi: I have never attempted anything like this before. When dealing with two factions so diametrically opposed, so entrenched in their positions, where do you start? Data: You want to know if I had some special technique? Troi: I want to know anything you can tell me that could help. Data: There is no trick. I had no magic. Troi: What about your Chorus? Data: Yes, my Chorus was special. They allowed me to combine different perceptions. Troi: So there was a trick. Data: Not really. My technique was to look for some thing, no matter how small, that was common to both groups, and then to begin a process where one person or one group expresses themselves to each other. Troi: That's very hard to accomplish. Data: Yes, but what is even more difficult is to get each side to listen, really listen to each other, and to understand. Troi: This isn't going to be easy for me. Data: You are very good with people. Troi: But what I do is different. Data: The real secret is turning disadvantage to advantage. Troi: Why can't you do that? Why can't you turn your disadvantage into an advantage? Data: That is an interesting. It would give them something in common. I do not understand, Counselor. To what is he referring? Data: Thank you. Thank me? Ah! Picard: I will have the Captain contact then down on the planet and tell them to prepare for your return. Worf: There are no life signs in the immediate area. Riker: All right, stay sharp. We may have to get out of there in a hurry. Set phasers on stun. Energize. Worf: The area is clear, Commander. Data: Put the table over there. Riker: Engineering, this is Commander Riker. Laforge: Go ahead, sir. Riker: You can beam the table and torches down now. Data: Light the torches to let them know that I am back. Riker: It may be quite a while before the emissaries arrive. They'll be more cautious after the last incident. Data: You may leave whenever you choose. I will send out a message when I am ready to go. Riker: Deanna, I don't understand what he's going to do. How can he mediate without his interpreters? He won't even be able to talk to them. Troi: Riva is going to teach them sign language. Data: Yes, it is turning a disadvantage into an advantage. Learning sign will be a part of their process of learning how to live together in peace. Troi: While they are learning how to communicate with Riva, they'll be learning how to communicate with each other. Data: And that is the first and most important aspect of any relationship. Counselor, it took me only moments to learn sign language. It will take them months. Troi: Time well spent. Data: These people have been fighting all of their lives. They know only hatred, suspicion, and fear. Even with my Chorus, I could not have changed their attitudes in a day. We have a chance. They want the talks to be successful. Riker: I'm still not comfortable leaving you here alone. Data: Thank you for your concern. I will be fine. And thank you, for everything. Riker: Enterprise, four to beam up. Good luck. First Officer's log, Stardate 42479.3. We leave the Solais system confident that Riva will help the Solari achieve a lasting peace. Wesley: Coordinates set, Commander. Riker: Take us out of orbit. Picard: Come. Troi: You wanted to see me? Picard: Yes. You read me well enough to sense how I feel about you and what you do on this ship. But I just wanted to say the words. Thank you. Well done.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 42494.8. The Enterprise is bound for Star Station India to rendezvous with a Starfleet medical courier. We've been told only that our presence is imperative. Hopefully the mission will give me further opportunities to assess the performance of our new Chief Medical Officer. Picard: Come. Troi: You wanted to see me, Captain? Picard: Yes, Counselor. Come, sit down. Counselor, you've had the opportunity to observe Doctor Pulaski for some time now. How would you evaluate her as a Chief Medical Officer? Troi: I've never met a more dedicated physician. I would say she has a passion for her work. Picard: Yes, of course. I entirely agree. Is it possible that such consuming dedication could interfere with her judgment? Troi: I feel your concern, Captain, but I don't share it. Perhaps because I've had the opportunity to spend more time with her and get to know her better. Picard: Yes, perhaps you're right. Data: Captain, we are picking up a faint distress signal on an open subspace frequency. It appears to be coming from an adjacent sector. Picard: Respond on the same frequency. Picard: Are you locked on to that transmission? Data: Aye, sir. A voice only transmission from the USS Lantree, a Federation supply ship. Picard: USS Lantree, this is Picard of the Enterprise. What is the nature of your emergency? Voice: Can't hold out any more. People dying. Too many to help. Data: We are still receiving their signal, Captain, but there is no message. Picard: Lantree. Are you under attack? Lantree? USS Lantree, this is the Enterprise. Come in, Lantree. Replay that last transmission. Voice: Can't hold out any more. People dying. Too many to help. Riker: Have we got a fix on her? Data: Two point two milli-parsecs, bearing three zero at one four five degrees. Picard: Number One? Riker: We'd better take a look. What kind of vessel is she? Data: The Lantree is a Class Six Federation supply ship assigned to Gamma seven sector, Captain L.I. Telaka commanding. Normal complement, twenty six officers and crew. Riker: Armed? Data: Class three defensive only. Riker: Is she still underway? Data: Aye, sir. Picard: Adjust course to intercept. Warp seven. Wesley: Adjusting course to intercept. Warp seven, sir. Laforge: Engineering, transfer to Bridge. Wesley: We are closing on the Lantree, Captain. Picard: Take us out of warp. Establish parallel course. Match speed. Wesley: Yes, sir. Picard: Hailing frequencies. Worf: Open. Picard: Lantree, this is the Enterprise. Captain Telaka, this is Picard of the Enterprise. Do you read me? Data: No life signs, Captain. Picard: Counselor? Troi: Nothing, Captain. Riker: What else have we got in the neighborhood? Wesley: No other vessels of any kind within two parsecs. Worf: No battle damage. Data: All systems seem functional, Captain. Everything is in perfect order. Worf: We have to board her, Captain. Picard: Possibly, Mister Worf. Number One? Riker: If we gain control of her systems remotely, we could activate the viewscreen. That way we could at least look at the Bridge. Picard: Agreed. Picard: Computer, security override request. Computer: Identify. Picard: Picard, Jean-Luc, Captain, USS Enterprise. Request control access Starfleet ship USS Lantree, Isao Telaka commanding. Computer: Enter access code. Picard: Omicron omicron alpha yellow daystar two seven. Enable. Data: I have verified receipt of the access codes for the Lantree, Captain. Picard: Grand. Commence operations. Riker: Our first move will be shut down the engines. Laforge: Standing by, Commander. Data: The Lantree computer reports access codes received and accepted, sir. Pulaski: Sickbay on alert, Captain. Laforge: Interlock is engaged. The Lantree is responding, sir. Data: We have override control of her Bridge, Captain. All systems answering. Picard: All right, let's have a look. Laforge: Lantree Bridge monitor engaging. Picard: Are you reading anything, Doctor? Pulaski: Still no signs of life, Captain. Picard: Magnify. That must be Captain Telaka on the left. Let's look at him. Closer. My God. Riker: Looks like they had a battle with time. Worf: And lost. Pulaski: Heart, lungs, liver, everything. Picard: What is it? Pulaski: They died of natural causes. Picard: Natural causes? What in nature could cause that? Pulaski: For the record, Captain, they died of old age. Riker: We've downloaded the Lantree's log, sir. Picard: Play back the Captain's last entry. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 42493.1. There are only six of us left. We've set course for the nearest Federation outpost, but I am afraid it's too late. All attempts to analyze what is happening have failed. In the last few hours I've watched friends grow old and die, and I'm seeing it happen to me. Captain L.I. Telaka, USS Lantree. Riker: Captain Telaka was my age, sir. Picard: Doctor? Pulaski: Every member of the Lantree crew had a complete examination at the beginning of this duty cycle eight weeks ago. They were in perfect health. Troi: Nothing else since? Pulaski: A single medical entry noting that the First Officer was treated for Thelusian flu five days ago. Picard: Thelusian flu? Pulaski: It's an exotic but harmless rhinal virus. It couldn't have caused this. Riker: The last port of call of the Lantree was the Darwin Genetic Research Station on Gagarin Four three days ago. Pulaski: Whatever happened, it could be something that the Lantree crew already had or it could have come from Gagarin. At the very least, the people from Darwin Station deserve a warning. We may have to consider a quarantine. Picard: You'll agree that we should quarantine the Lantree. Pulaski: Absolutely. Riker: Lieutenant, initiate the quarantine transmitters on the Lantree and activate her marker beacons. We'll need to find her again. Worf: Aye, sir. Worf: Quarantine warnings active on all frequencies, Captain. Lantree: Extreme caution. The USS Lantree is a quarantined vessel by order of Starfleet Command. Do not board. Picard: Set course for Gagarin Four, warp seven. Wesley: Course and speed set, sir. Picard: Engage. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We're en route to the Federation Research station on Gagarin Four. The mere thought of a possible connection between the Lantree tragedy and a genetic research facility fills me with profound apprehension. Wesley: We're approaching Gagarin Four, Captain. Picard: Standard orbit, Mister Crusher. Wesley: Aye, sir. Picard: Hailing frequencies. Worf: Open. Picard: Darwin Station, this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. Kingsley: Enterprise, this is Darwin Station. I'm Doctor Kingsley. We've just declared a medical emergency here. We need your help. Pulaski: Doctor Kingsley, what is the nature of your emergency? Kingsley: To whom am I speaking, please? Pulaski: I'm Doctor Pulaski, Chief Medical Officer. Kingsley: Katherine Pulaski, author of Linear Models of Viral Propagation? Pulaski: That was a long time ago. Kingsley: But still the standard. I can't think of anyone I'd rather be dealing with. Doctor, we're experiencing the rapid onset of geriatric phenomena. The first symptom is sudden, acute arthritic inflammation. Then the aging process accelerates. Pulaski: The Lantree. Kingsley: Doctor Pulaski, I celebrated my thirty fifth birthday a week ago. Pulaski: Doctor, we understand that Darwin Station is involved in genetic research. Is there a possible connection? Kingsley: Our research here is limited to human genetics. I can assure you we're not dealing with something that got away from us. We believe that we were infected by a supply ship that was here three days ago. Picard: Doctor, if you're speaking of the Lantree, we encountered it a few hours ago. All the crew members were dead. Kingsley: Which would seem to confirm our suspicion. Were you able to establish a pathology, Doctor? Picard: Doctor, did you hear what I said? All the twenty six men and women aboard that ship were dead. Kingsley: I heard you, Captain, and the prognosis is alarming, but my immediate concern is our children. Pulaski: Children? Kingsley: They represent years of advanced genetic research. You must evacuate them as soon as possible. Picard: I'm sorry, but under the circumstances, until we know what's going on I'm imposing a full quarantine on Darwin Station. Kingsley: But the children have been in protective isolation since this was detected. They show no symptoms. You cannot leave them here to die! Picard: Doctor, our options in a quarantine situation are extremely limited. We are going to consider the possibilities. I suggest you do the same. Worf: I recommend against contact, Captain. Picard: Number One? Riker: I have to agree, sir. I wish there was something we could do, but the risk is too great. Picard: Doctor? Pulaski: If the children are free of disease, as Doctor Kingsley said, they should be evacuated. I would like to bring one of them aboard within a force field for a complete examination. Picard: Counselor, do you sense anything? Troi: Doctor Kingsley sincerely believes the children are not a threat, but she's not telling us the whole truth. I recommend caution. Picard: We have only Doctor Kingsley's assurance that these children are not infected, whereas we have seen the results of this disease first hand. In a case like this, I think we should err on the side of caution. Pulaski: All right. We could beam up one child in styrolite in suspended animation. That way I could scan for possible infection without any danger to ourselves or to the child. Riker: But we don't know what we're looking for. Pulaski: Exactly. And we won't know until we begin gathering data. Captain, that's worth some risk. Picard: There's always risk, Doctor. Proceed with the examination, but I shall require positive proof that these children are harmless before I place any of my crew in jeopardy. Laforge: The forcefield's ready, Captain. Picard: Activate it. Picard: Transporter? O'Brien: This is Chief O'Brien, sir. Almost ready. Picard: Is there a problem? O'Brien: It's the styrolite. I'm altering the delta-T so the styrolite coding materializes two micro-seconds ahead of the child. O'Brien: It has to be right the first time. Picard: Well take all the time you need. O'Brien: Entering corrections now, sir. O'Brien: Ready, Captain. Pulaski: Doctor Kingsley, are you ready to transport? Kingsley: You have the coordinates. We have one twelve year old male encased in number six styrolite. Laforge: Transporter, energize. Worf: A trick! Laforge: Transporter, reverse Picard: One moment, Lieutenant. Whoever he is, he's still in stasis. Pulaski: The styrolite is intact, Captain. Picard: Force field down. Troi: Captain, there's a definite presence, a distinct personality. Even in stasis it's quite strong. The child is unquestionably telepathic. Pulaski: A child this mature? We could be looking at the future of humanity. Picard: At least Doctor Kingsley's vision of it. Pulaski: This child is in better health than we are. His immune system is so advanced it may not be possible for him to contract disease. I want to free him from the styrolite. Picard: That seems rather risky, Doctor. Pulaski: I can do no further tests until he's out of it. Picard: But what if you're wrong? You saw what happened on the Lantree. Pulaski: I know I'm right. Picard: I can't expose the Enterprise until I know where this disease came from and how it is transmitted. Pulaski: I realize that, Captain. Naturally, we'll establish a force field containment. Picard: But if we lose the force field for any reason, we lose the ship. Force fields can fail, and until Pulaski: We don't have that kind of time. These children can't survive in the lab once their parents are dead. Look at him, Captain. He's a human being who needs our help. Picard: But the risk is Pulaski: Minimal. Picard: If you can demonstrate that he is biologically harmless without risk to the crew, I'll do everything in my power to assist. And Doctor, God knows I'm not one to discourage input, but I would appreciate it if you'd let me finish my sentences once in a while. Pulaski: Deanna, do you have a minute? You've known the Captain for some time. I think I need some advice. I don't seem to be dealing with him very well. Troi: Why do you say that? Pulaski: Well, my arguments don't seem to have any affect on him. We just end up quoting regulations to each other. He has such a consuming dedication to his ship, he doesn't seem able to step back to see the human side of the equation. Pulaski: What's the matter? Troi: Kate, I don't think he'd be where he is if he couldn't see the human side of the equation. Perhaps the two of you aren't all that different. Pulaski: What do you mean? Troi: Let's just say you both have well established personalities. Pulaski: Doctor Kingsley, this is Kate Pulaski. Kingsley: Doctor? Do you have a decision? Pulaski: I'm afraid it's bad news. Kingsley: How can that be?! Pulaski: The risk to the ship and crew is too great. Until we absolutely know the cause of the disease, the children Kingsley: The children are harmless. Every test on them has been negative. I demand that you do something to save them. Please, Doctor. For God's sake, we haven't got much time. Pulaski: Stand by. I'll get back to you. Pulaski: Geordi, I need your help. Laforge: What is it, Doctor. Pulaski: I need to prove the children are harmless. I can only do that in a fail-safe environment. Laforge: The problem is there's no area on the ship that can be sealed off with absolute certainty, even with force fields. Pulaski: Sickbay has an isolated system. Laforge: But it's not possible to totally cut it off from the rest of the ship. The only truly independent environment would be something like a shuttlecraft. Pulaski: A shuttlecraft. Why didn't you say so? Picard: Come. Pulaski: Captain, I'd like permission to put the boy in a shuttlecraft. I can study him there without risk to anyone else. Picard: What about you? Pulaski: I'm prepared to take that risk. Someone has to breathe the same air he breathes, to touch him. I'm volunteering to make that test myself. Picard: Doctor, you have a responsibility to this ship which goes Pulaski: I also have a responsibility to humanity. Picard: Starfleet guidelines about contact with quarantined Pulaski: You don't have to quote the rule book. You were saying? Picard: Request approved. Pulaski: Captain, you said if I. Approved? Picard: I recognize that you're trying to satisfy my conditions. Pulaski: Thank you. Data: You sent for me, Doctor? Pulaski: I did, Commander. I assume that you're qualified to pilot this shuttlecraft. Data: Certainly. I took advanced training in the operation of auxiliary space vessels at Starfleet Academy, where I received Pulaski: A more than passing grade, no doubt. Please, come aboard. We don't have much time. Computer: Shuttlebay three force field activated. Data: You're certain the Captain approved this, Doctor? Pulaski: You'll take us a few hundred meters away from the Enterprise and hold position. Data: Begin shuttlecraft launch sequence. Picard: Good luck, Doctor. Data: We are in position, Doctor. Pulaski: It's the only way to prove they're harmless. Data: And if they are not? Pulaski: I hate to keep reminding you, but you are a machine. You'll be perfectly safe. Data: That is by no means certain, Doctor, but I was referring to you. Pulaski: Medical research is sometimes a risky business. It's all part of being human. Shall we proceed? Data: Ready to transport. Data: You have the coordinates, Chief O'Brien. O'Brien: Shuttlecraft, maintain your position and stand by. Data: Standing by. O'Brien: Transporter control, what's our status? Crewman: We have a green panel, sir. O'Brien: Stand by to transport. Crewman: Aye, sir. O'Brien: Energize. Pulaski: Oh, yes, I do. I understand you perfectly. Data: How could you, Doctor? He has not said anything. Pulaski: Oh yes, he has. Troi's right. He's telepathic. Picard: Time? Computer: Zero three two two exactly. Picard: She's been in direct contact with the boy for eighteen minutes. Data: All systems are functioning within normal specifications, Doctor. Pulaski: The manufacturer will be pleased to hear it. I appreciate your help, but your bedside manner needs work. Data: Bedside manner? Data: Doctor? Picard: Doctor, I don't understand. What has happened? Pulaski: There was no warning. Picard: Explain. Pulaski: Arthritic inflammation. It's the initial symptom of the disease. Picard: What can we do? Pulaski: Return the boy to Darwin Station. Apparently the children are carriers. Picard: Chief O'Brien, are you ready? O'Brien: I have the original coordinates of the Darwin isolation lab, Captain. Picard: Quickly, please. O'Brien: Shuttle One, hold your position. Data: Holding. O'Brien: Stand by to transport. Pulaski: It wasn't your fault. Picard: Tell us what you need, Doctor. Pulaski: There's nothing you can do, Captain. I'm not going to make myself an exception to the Darwin quarantine. Shuttle One out. Data: What is your condition, Doctor? Pulaski: Not exactly up to factory specs. I'm sorry. The pain is tolerable, thank you. Data: Shall I set course for Darwin Station? Pulaski: We're already under quarantined. What do we have to lose? Picard: We can no longer consider the Darwin Station crisis our most immediate concern, although Doctor Pulaski's condition is inseparably linked with that emergency. Her safe return and that of Commander Data must take priority, please. Troi: Shouldn't Doctor Pulaski be involved in this? Riker: From what we've seen on the Lantree, Doctor Pulaski may not have time to help herself. Troi: Well I suggest we beam them both back onto the ship. Commander Data is most likely immune and surely the biofilter will O'Brien: The transporter's biofilter won't protect us. The boy was transported twice already and still infected Doctor Pulaski. Laforge: Couldn't we adjust the biofilter? We could alter the filter to screen out whatever it is that's causing the disease. Picard: But we don't know what's causing the disease. We can't protect ourselves against the unknown. What we need is some kind of filter that doesn't depend on known biological factors. O'Brien: We might try the trace. Riker: The transporter trace? O'Brien: As you know, the transporter keeps a record of all transmissions, a pattern if you will. Usually it's just stored for security purposes, but if we use the transporter trace to control the reconstitution process Laforge: I don't think it's ever been tried quite that way before, but theoretically it is possible. O'Brien: I'd have to make extensive modifications. Picard: Then do it. It seems we have no alternative. Riker: Where will we get the trace pattern? The Doctor's never used our transporter. Picard: Never? Riker: No. She's a woman of very strongly held opinions, sir. What was her previous assignment? Troi: Her last ship was the Repulse. Picard: Bridge, Picard. Contact the USS Repulse using subspace captain's priority channel. Kingsley: Oh, Doctor Pulaski. I can only tell you how much I regret the burden we've imposed on you. On both of you. Pulaski: Commander Data is an android, Doctor. He is unaffected. As for me, I chose this. I was convinced the children were safe. Kingsley: I still can't believe you were infected by one of our children. Data: The evidence is fairly conclusive. Kingsley: You don't understand. They were designed to resist disease. Pulaski: I think it's time we talked about that. Kingsley: Let me show you something. Kingsley: Our ultimate achievement. The oldest is twelve, and all are telekinetic. Watch. Pulaski: Genetically engineered? Kingsley: Not engineered, created. Perfect in every way. Their body structure, their musculature, their minds. Pulaski: You were telling me about their immune system. Kingsley: That was our masterpiece. We gave these children an aggressive immunity. The rest of us were infected by the supply ship, but they were protected. Data: The Lantree logs indicated that only one crewman had any illness prior to arrival here. The First Officer had a mild case of Thelusian flu. Kingsley: Yes, he was one of the crewmen who came in direct contact with us. Pulaski: The Thelusian flu would have little effect on you, but tell me, how would they react? Kingsley: Their immune system would release an active antibody that would attack the virus. Pulaski: Even at a distance? Kingsley: Their immune systems don't wait for a disease to attack the body. It would seek out an airborne virus and destroy it. Pulaski: Destroy it? How, exactly? Kingsley: The antibody would adapt itself to alter the genetic code of the virus. Pulaski: Commander, I want an analysis of the interaction between the Thelusian flu and the children. Data: On a molecular genetic level? Kingsley: We don't have time for that. Genetic analysis could take months. Pulaski: Not necessarily. Commander Data has a way with computers. Taggert: Sorry, Picard. We erased Doctor Pulaski's transporter pattern right after she transferred. Not that she used the transporter much, she preferred using the shuttlecraft. I would have given her a shuttle if it would have kept her here. Picard: Tell me, Taggert, if she served you as well as you say, why did you let her go? Taggert: I see you haven't run into her stubborn streak yet. As soon as she found out about an opening on the Enterprise, she put in a request for transfer. Knew your service record backward and forward. Apparently she's been an admirer of yours for some time. Picard: Extraordinary. Pulaski: Commander, what have you got? Data: The answer, I believe, Doctor. The Lantree was not the source of the disease, but it was the trigger. Kingsley: Trigger? Data: The Lantree's First Officer exposed your children to Thelusian flu for the first time. Their active immune systems set out to attack the virus, and once it was triggered, it kept going. The antibody created an unexpected side-effect. It alters the genetic make-up of normal humans. This is a comparison of the normal and altered DNA. These are the two molecules that have been transposed. Pulaski: And since our DNA is self replicating, the process Data: Is irreversible. Pulaski: Judging from what happened on the Lantree, anyone is a carrier once they're infected. Picard: Have you made any progress, Doctor? Pulaski: I'm afraid so, Captain. The children don't carry the disease, they are the cause. Picard: What do you mean? Pulaski: Their advanced immune system has created an antibody that changes normal DNA. The altered genes are the ones that control aging. Picard: Then why did it attack you more quickly than Doctor Kingsley? Pulaski: The enclosed environment of the shuttlecraft concentrated my exposure. The Lantree's First Officer carried the antibody onto his ship. It had the same effect on his crew. Picard: Right, what's the next step? Pulaski: The children will survive, but the rest of us are just about out of time. Picard: Doctor, I want you back aboard this ship. We'll beam you up in suspended animation like the boy. That will give us more time. Pulaski: Captain, I appreciate what you're trying to do, but I got into this by leaping before I looked, and I won't allow you to make the same mistake. Chief Medical Officer's log. This will be my final report to the Enterprise. Just as changes in evolution are known to be caused by changes in the environment, we now know the process also works in reverse. An attempt to control human evolution has resulted in a new species that's lethal to its predecessors. The children will be condemned to live out their lives in isolation. Quarantine of the Darwin Station must be maintained for ever. Data: I am sorry I could not be more helpful, Doctor Pulaski. Pulaski: You did everything you could, Commander. As androids go, you're in a class by yourself. Data: Doctor Pulaski: Please, give my best to the Captain. Data: Enterprise. Commander Data ready to beam aboard. Troi: Captain, Kate knew what she was doing. Picard: I wish I could be certain that we'd tried everything. Worf: Commander Data is ready to come aboard, sir. Picard: You have the Bridge, Number One. Crewman: No life forms present. O'Brien: You may step down, sir. Picard: Data, tell me if. It's good to see you again. Data: Thank you, sir. Picard: Now, quickly. If the changes in Doctor Pulaski's DNA were reversed, would it be possible Data: It is not reversible, sir. The subtle molecular transposition of Picard: Yes, yes, yes. But say if it were undone, would she be normal again? Data: As normal as ever, sir. Picard: You said that the transporter could be modified to filter out the changes in Doctor Pulaski? O'Brien: Yes, sir, but we were unable to locate her trace pattern. Picard: Well, what if we used a sample of her DNA, say from a blood test taken before she was exposed to the disease? Could that be used to filter out the genetic changes? O'Brien: Well, I'd have to get into the biofilter bus to patch in a molecular matrix reader. That's no problem. But the waveform modulator will be overloaded without the regeneration limiter in the first stage circuit. Data: Interesting. However, theoretically, Picard: Data. Data: Yes, sir. Picard: Can you do the modifications? O'Brien: I think so, sir. Picard: Then make it so. O'Brien: You heard what he said. Let's get those panels off. Riker: A blood test, a tissue sample, anything that would have a sample of Doctor Pulaski's original DNA. Data: No, sir. Her records were shipped by way of Starfleet headquarters. They have not caught up with us yet. Riker: This is ridiculous. A cell, a single cell. Let's check her quarters. Riker: Anything. A fingernail, a hair. Data: Hair brush. Data: It has a follicle, sir. Live cells. Picard: Darwin Station, this is the Enterprise. Pulaski: Go ahead, Captain. I'm here. Picard: Doctor, we may have a solution. We have a sample of your normal DNA to use as a filter in the transporter. We think that we can beam you aboard while filtering out any of the genetic problems caused by the disease. Pulaski: Interesting theory, Captain. If it works, we could use the same technique to save Doctor Kingsley and her colleagues. Picard: I think you should know, this has never been attempted before. Pulaski: Well, I'll tell you one thing. If I live through this, I'll have a much better understanding of geriatrics. Picard: All set, Chief? O'Brien: Almost ready, sir. There's just one thing. Picard: Yes? O'Brien: This modification's one way only. If it doesn't work we won't be able to reverse transport the Doctor back to the planet. Picard: Then I'll operate the transporter controls myself. If she's going to be consigned to oblivion, then O'Brien: Thank you, sir. I'll be monitoring the medical scans. But you'll be able to tell if it's worked by watching the stack. Picard: Doctor Pulaski, are you ready? Pulaski: I suppose I am, Captain. Picard: Here we go. Picard: It's not working. O'Brien: Captain, wait. Data: Doctor. Laforge: Good to see you, Doctor. Picard: Welcome back, Doctor. Come. Pulaski: Captain, if this hadn't worked? Picard: If this hadn't worked, it would have been necessary to beam your energy into empty space. Pulaski: And spread my atoms spread across the galaxy. Picard: Yes. I'm sorry. Pulaski: No, no, don't be sorry. Every time I get into the damn thing, I'm convinced that's what's going to happen. Chief Medical Officer's log, supplemental. The adults of Darwin Station have been restored to normal health using our transporter. They will remain on Gagarin Four and continue their research in hopes of one day rejoining their children. Wesley: Impulse speed. Data: There she is, Captain. Pulaski: Scientists believe no experiment is a failure, that even a mistake advances the evolution of understanding. Riker: Close to forty kilometers. Wesley: Forty kilometers, aye, sir. Pulaski: But all achievement has a price. For one brief glimpse at the mysterious blueprint of human evolution, the men and women off the USS Lantree paid with their lives. Their sacrifice is thus noted in this scientist's log. Picard: Number One. Riker: Lieutenant Worf, arm the photon torpedoes. Worf: Torpedoes ready, Commander. Lantree: Extreme caution. The USS Lantree is a quarantined vessel by order of Starfleet Command. Do not board. Picard: Gentlemen. Lantree: Extreme caution. The USS Lantree is a quarantined vessel by order of Starfleet Command. Do not board. Riker: Set course and speed for Star Station India. Wesley: Course and speed set, sir. Picard: Engage.

Data: We are approaching Starbase one seven nine. Riker: Half impulse, Mister Crusher. Wesley: Going to half impulse. Riker: Captain, this is the Bridge. We have arrived at Starbase one seven nine. Picard: Acknowledged, Number One. Riker: Establish position zero nine zero mark three four five at twenty seven thousand kilometers. Hailing frequencies. Worf: Open. Riker: Starbase one seven nine, this is the Enterprise. Starbase: Enterprise, this is Starbase one seven nine. We are ready for transfer on your mark. Riker: Thank you. Commander Data, you have the bridge. Ensign Crusher, you're with me. Data: Starbase one seven nine. We are ready to commence transfer. Starbase: Acknowledged, Enterprise. Begin transfer. Riker: Welcome aboard the Enterprise. I'm Commander William Riker, your First Officer. Those of you who are here as replacements will step outside follow Lieutenant Lewis. He will assign you to your crew quarters. Ensign, you're here on the exchange program. If you'll just follow Mister Crusher. Wesley: Mordoc, what are you doing here? You couldn't have graduated from the Academy already. Mendon: I am not Mordoc. I am Mendon. Ensign Mendon from the planet Benzar. Wesley: Sorry. It's a friend of mine. You look just like him. Mendon: We are from the same geostructure. Naturally we look alike. Wesley: How do you tell each other apart? Mendon: We just do. Riker: It's nice to have you here, Ensign. There will be a briefing and indoctrination session in fifteen minutes. Mendon: I want to tell you how happy I am to be assigned to the Enterprise. It wasn't just luck. I requested it. I know I can be of great help to the ship. Riker: Yes, of course. If you'll just follow Mister Crusher. Mendon: Yes, sir. Picard: Commander Riker, report to the Phaser Range, please Riker: On the way. Picard: I was wondering if you had any feelings about the Officer Exchange Program initiated by Starfleet Command. Riker: Just positive ones, sir. Actually, I just welcomed Ensign Mendon on board. He certainly seems eager to please. Picard: Well, that's a Benzite trait. It's been suggested that an officer from the Enterprise might participate in the program. Riker: That's probably a good idea. Picard: Well, there is a Klingon vessel in the area. Riker: I don't recall hearing of a Federation officer serving ever on a Klingon vessel. Picard: No, no, neither have I. Riker: It might prove to be beneficial. Picard: Having Worf on board certainly has been. Riker: Yes, sir. Who did you intend to send, sir? Picard: I thought of asking for a volunteer. Riker: I might be interested, sir. Picard: Damn. Sorry, Number One, what was that? Riker: I said I wouldn't mind the assignment, sir. Picard: Any particular reason? Riker: Because nobody's ever done it before. Picard: I'll notify Starbase of your acceptance They'll contact the Klingon vessel, make the arrangements. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 42506.5. We have departed from Starbase one seven nine and are headed for a rendezvous with the Klingon vessel, Pagh. I have informed the staff of Commander Riker's temporary assignment. Worf: I have studied and know everything about my heritage. Riker: Then you're just the person I need to talk to, clear something up. It's my understanding that one of the duties of the First Officer of a Klingon ship is to assassinate his Captain? Worf: Yes, sir. Riker: Wouldn't that bring about chaos? Worf: Of course not. When and if the Captain becomes weak and unable to perform, it is expected that his honorable retirement should be assisted by his First. Your Second Officer will assassinate you for the same reasons. Riker: The method of attrition must take a little getting used to. Worf: The Klingon system has operated successfully for centuries. Riker: It is different. Worf: Many things will be different. Crewman: Can I help you, sir? Mendon: That's a wonderful method of maintaining a constant control factor over defensive shields, but I'm sure there's a way to improve response time. Sorry. Didn't mean to interrupt you. Just thought I could be of some help. However, I am correct in what I said. Mendon: That is superb designing. Absolutely first rate. Wesley: Yes, it is. Would you care to be more specific? Mendon: The input sampling. It's simple yet efficient enough. Of course a minor change of the helm readout would be much more helpful in emergency situations. Wesley: We've never had any problems with it. Have you seen it work? Mendon: Not in a practical exercise, but in theory, my theory, it would be more than a marginal improvement. I'll have to mention this to the Captain. He is open to some astute observations, isn't he? Wesley: I've never known the Captain not to listen to one of his officers. Mendon: Outstanding. Soon we'll get things running perfectly. Pulaski: What is that? Riker: It's a Klingon delicacy. Pipius claw. This is heart of targ. This, of course, is gagh. Pulaski: Gagh? Riker: Yes, serpent worms. Would you like some? Pulaski: No, thanks. I've never heard of a Klingon starving to death on his own vessels, but you might. Riker: Not if I weaken first. Pulaski: I know all about that. Their beliefs are rather brutal, but usually what kills us kills them. Riker: That's certainly good to know. Would you like something to drink? Pulaski: I'm abstaining in honor of your last hour on board. Riker: Your sacrifice will not go unnoticed. Picard: Well, I'm familiar with the practice of the feast before the transfer. I've done it dozens of times. However, I usually made more palatable choices. Riker: These are the more palatable choices. Picard: Thank you. We know so little about them. There really is so much to learn. This is a great opportunity. I envy you, Mister Riker. Worf: Commander. Riker: An emergency transponder? Worf: Slightly altered to transmit an omnidirectional signal and an emergency call. Riker: You suspect trouble? Worf: Simply a security precaution. I want to insure your return to this ship. Riker: Sentiment, Lieutenant Worf? Worf: Efficiency, Commander. Riker: I understand. Thank you. Worf: We have a Klingon vessel approaching. Picard: Hailing frequencies. Worf: Open. They are returning our hail in proper language. It is the Pagh. Picard: On viewscreen. I'm Captain Picard of the Enterprise. Kargan: This is Captain Kargan of the Klingon vessel, the Pagh. Beam your First Officer on board immediately. Picard: We are preparing to do so. And, Captain, you're getting a fine officer. Kargan: Thank you for your opinion, but I will judge that for myself. Screen off. Mendon: Not very hospitable, are they? Worf: That is not your concern. Observe your station, Ensign Mendon. Mendon: Didn't mean to offend you. Worf: You didn't. Yet. Picard: Transporter, prepare to beam Commander Riker aboard the Pagh. O'Brien: Acknowledged, Captain. Picard: Mister Data, you have the Bridge. Data: Aye, sir. O'Brien: Good luck, Commander. Riker: Thanks, O'Brien. O'Brien: I wouldn't want to go. Riker: Why? O'Brien: You're not afraid, are you. Riker: No, I'm not. O'Brien: I would be. Ready, sir. Riker: Thanks. Energize. Picard: Resume course, Mister Crusher. Wesley: Aye sir. Picard: Take over, Commander Data, I'll be in observation. Data: Thank you, sir. Mendon: Sir. I am Ensign Mendon. I just wanted to tell you how pleased I am to be aboard the Enterprise. Picard: Yes, of course. Good to have you aboard. Mendon: If you have a few minutes, I've noted a few procedural items which might speed up operations on the Bridge. I pick things up very fast. Picard: Yes, of course you do. You have an excellent record. However, here on the Enterprise we use the chain of command. You will report your observations to Lieutenant Worf. Mendon: I beg your pardon, Captain. I just wanted to impress upon you Picard: No need to apologize, Ensign. We should have explained it better to you at your indoctrination. Worf: Ensign Mendon. You may impress me. Riker: Is something wrong? Tactics: No. It's just I have never seen anyone of your species before Riker: I'm just an average, everyday human who happens to be a Commander. Now, what were your orders? Tactics: To escort you to the Captain. Riker: Proceed. Tactics: Yes, Commander. Riker: Commander William Riker of the Starship Enterprise. Kargan: That is incorrect. Riker: I don't understand. Kargan: You are Commander William Riker, First Officer of the Klingon cruiser, the Pagh. Or do you intend to disobey Federation orders? Riker: I have no such intention, sir. Kargan: Exactly where are your loyalties, Commander? Riker: I'm afraid I still don't understand, sir. Kargan: This ship is equipped with our best weapons and our finest warriors. Although we are on a peaceful mission, we are ready to go into battle instantly. I know I can count on every Klingon warrior in this crew to serve and die in that battle. So I ask you again, Commander Riker. Where are your loyalties? Riker: I have been assigned to serve this ship and to obey your orders. And I will do exactly that. Kargan: Will you take an oath to that effect? Riker: I just did. Klag: Do not believe him! He lies! Kargan: Speak in their language. This is your Second Officer, Lieutenant Klag. Riker: Is there something you wanted to say to me, Lieutenant? Klag: Yes sir. I do not believe you. Riker: Then I take it you challenge my authority over you. Klag: Correct. Riker: And your position on this, Captain? Kargan: I would say it your first command decision. Riker: My oath is between Captain Kargan and myself. Your only concern is with how you obey my orders. Or do you prefer the rank of prisoner to that of Lieutenant? Klag: I will take your orders. Kargan: And you, Commander Riker, will obey my orders. Riker: Of course, Captain Kargan. Worf: Sir, automatic scan has registered an unknown substance on the aft quarter of the exterior skin of the dorsal section. Picard: Target that location and define. Worf: Aye, sir. Mendon: I've located it sir. The dorsal of the Engineering section. Data: Viewscreen on. Focus on area. Magnification factor ten. Increase magnification to fifty. Picard: Analyze. Data: The substance appears to be a rare form of subatomic bacteria, capable of doubling itself in size every fifteen minutes. It seems to be reacting with two of the compounds present in the Enterprise structure. Picard: Origin. Mendon: Captain. I noticed it when I did an intensive scan of the Pagh. The Klingon ship. Picard: And whom did you inform? Mendon: No one. I have not yet completed my full analysis. Worf: You are supposed to report whatever is out of the ordinary. Picard: And I think that falls into this category. Mendon: But sir, as I said, I have not yet completed my full analysis. It would be improper to report it until then. Data: How did you come to that decision? Mendon: It is a Benzite regulation. No officer on the deck of one of our ships would report an occurrence like this until he had a full analysis and a resolution. I have simply followed proper procedures. Picard: It is our procedure, Ensign, to notify command of any possibility of danger to the ship. The decision is not yours. Do you understand? Mendon: Yes, sir. Picard: Now, you will continue with your analysis and determine the danger, not only to our ship, but the Klingon vessel also. Mendon: Yes, Captain. That will take a couple of hours. Picard: Use whatever resources are necessary. It appears we may have encountered a new life form. I want to know everything about it as quickly as possible. Commander Data, supervise. Data: Aye, sir. Worf: And then I will instruct you in Enterprise etiquette. First Officer's personal log. I have aboard the Pagh a short time, but long enough to be impressed with the abilities and single-mindedness of the Klingons. Tactics: Commander, you're not eating very much. Riker: I'm not that hungry. Klag: Is the food all right, Commander? Riker: It's delicious. The pipius claw was excellent. I also enjoyed this Bregit lungs. Vekma: And the Rokeg blood pie? Riker: Delicious. Klag: Good. Then you'll also enjoy this. Riker: Isn't that gagh? Klag: Very good. You did some research on our nutritional choices. Riker: Yes, but, it's still moving. Klag: Gagh is always best when served live. Would you like something easier? Riker: Easier? Klag: Yes. If Klingon food is too strong for you, perhaps we could get one of the females to breast feed you. Riker: You're not worried about my weakening, are you? Klag: Look around you. There are no old warriors. Riker: No, sir, I'm sure they all died with honor. Klag: Exactly. You may live long enough to learn about us. Vekma: He is not very attractive, but I will have him. Tactics: They are inquisitive. They would like to know how you would endure. Riker: Endure what? Klag: Them. Riker: One or both? Vekma: I may be back for you. Riker: Is she serious? Klag: Yes. Klag: Commander, would you say you're a typical Federation officer? Riker: I suppose so. Why? Klag: Well, it's just you're not what I expected. Riker: In what way? Tactics: You have a sense of humor. Riker: I was thinking the same thing about you. In all my dealings with Klingons, including our Lieutenant Worf, the thought never occurred to me of Klingons laughing. Tactics: There is much about us you do not know. Riker: That's why I'm here. Klag: You should ask. Riker: I may. After this tour, I may have some worthy questions. Klag: Questions about what? About our future? Our future is honor. Our present is serving this ship. Tactics: Like you, I have a mother and a father. They look like me, I look like them. Riker: Are they still alive? Tactics: My mother lives, My father was killed in battle at Tranome Sar. Riker: And your father? Klag: My father? My father was captured in battle by Romulans and not allowed to die. He eventually escaped. Riker: Where is he now? Klag: He is on our planet. He waits. Tactics: He waits for his death. Klag: He will eventually fade of a natural illness and die, weakened and useless. Honorless. I will not see him. Riker: He's your father. Klag: A Klingon is his work, not his family. That is the way of things. Riker: He's your father. Klag: Klingons do not express feeling the way you do. Riker: Perhaps you should. Klag: We would not know how. Riker: Yesterday, I did not know how to eat gagh. Mendon: It is confirmed that the organisms feed on some of the compounds that make up the hull of the Enterprise. Picard: And the Klingon ship, the Pagh? Mendon: They are much more susceptible. Their hull contains more of the compounds. Picard: Projection. Data: According to the rate of reproduction, there should be a twelve centimeter opening in the Klingon hull at this time. Picard: Signal them at once. They could be unaware of the danger. They may need our help. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Change course to intercept. Wesley: Aye, sir. Data: It will take some time to locate them, sir. They are on undesignated maneuvers in the Pheben system. Picard: Find them. Kargan: Tell me, Commander Riker, what do you make of this? Riker: I felt no collision. Were we hit by a small meteor? Kargan: No. No collision. Riker: Corrosion, then? Kargan: No, not corrosion. Riker: Science Station, analyze. Kargan: We already have, and fortunately the cavity opened onto a section that could withstand the change in pressure. Riker: Then what is it? Klag: A space organism eating away at our hull. Riker: What are you talking about? What is it? I mean, you must have some way to repair it. Kargan: I'm afraid not. Klag: Our estimate is that in less than eight hours we will have lost too much of our shell to remain intact. Kargan: The only vessel we've had contact with recently is the Enterprise. Riker: There was no direct contact with the Enterprise. Kargan: Tactics Officer, report to Commander Riker. Tactics: The Enterprise did conduct an extensive scan of this vessel. Riker: That's normal procedure. Kargan: What type of beam did the Enterprise use to cause this damage in our hull? Riker: None. Why would they do that? We're allies. Tactics: But my logs indicate that the Enterprise directed an intense scanning beam at this specific area for a duration of two minutes. Kargan: Explain that. Riker: I can't. Tactics: It could be a weapon. Riker: It's no weapon. The Enterprise has no reason to do that, especially with me on board. It makes no sense. Why? Kargan: Why is no longer important. What is important is our response to this attack. Engage cloaking device. Change course to intercept the Enterprise. Riker: What do you intend to do, Captain? Kargan: Intend? There is only one response. I intend to attack the Enterprise and destroy it. Wesley: You're making some progress. You've eliminated half the possibilities already. Mendon: Thank you, but I seem to have become efficient a little later than was needed. It was my responsibility to learn and adapt to the Enterprise's regulations, and I didn't do that. Wesley: Not really. You just made an error. Captain Picard may not like them, but he knows they turn up from time to time. Mendon: I failed, I had an opportunity to show the Captain my superior capabilities and I failed. I can never recover from that. Wesley: Mendon, it was a mistake. You didn't put the organism on the hull, you discovered it. You were trying to analyze it and messed up on protocol a little. Mendon: I realize you're trying to be nice to me, and I appreciate it. What I don't understand is why. Wesley: Why not? I thought you could use a friend. Mendon: Thank you. I only hope I can learn your ways before I mess up again. I imagine my methods must seem foolish to you. Wesley: They're different. But that's what this exchange program is all about. You learn the way we do things and take that information back to your command. It's up to them to decide which is better. Mendon: You're right. I'll do it your way. I'll work even harder than I did before, and I'll succeed brilliantly. Kargan: What is the status? Tactics: Unchanged. The rate of increase continues. Kargan: Commander Riker, check the organism growth with Engineering. Kargan: Keep him under scrutiny. Klag: Captain, I'm not convinced Riker knew of any plot against us. If he did, why would he have come on board? Kargan: Because he was ordered to. Klag: To die? Kargan: It's the expectation of any officer to be ordered to die at any time. Klag: For a Klingon perhaps, but Riker's people do not volunteer for death so easily. He may be a spy, but he's no coward. Kargan: That only proves that he is intelligent. And you might not be as strong as you used to be. Tactics: Captain, I've picked up the Enterprise. Kargan: So soon? Tactics: The Enterprise is on an intercept course with us. Kargan: You almost had me believing this was a misunderstanding. Riker: But? Kargan: The Enterprise has changed course and is following us. Why? Riker: Ask them. Kargan: The reason is obvious. Their intent is clear. How long before we make contact? Tactics: Less than fifteen minutes, sir. Kargan: Put the ship on full battle alert. Arm all photon torpedoes. Let them charge into their destruction. Wesley: Captain, our bearings show that we should be in contact with the Klingon vessel now. Data: Slow to impulse. Wesley: Aye, sir. Impulse speed. Worf: Hailing frequencies are open. There is no response. Picard: Continue transmitting. Data: The Pagh is either cloaked or destroyed, sir. Picard: Conduct an intensive scan of the area. Tactics: The Enterprise has slowed to impulse speed and is making an intensive sweep. Kargan: Hold your position. Let them come to us. Riker: They may be here to help you. Don't be a fool! Kargan: Do not forget my rank. Riker: I haven't. I am simply trying to help you understand. Kargan: I understand fully. Now, you understand. I am still Captain of this vessel and you are still crew and sworn to obey me. You gave me your oath. Riker: Yes, sir, I did. Kargan: Then fulfilll that oath and serve this ship as you swore to. Tell me of the surest method of attack against the Enterprise. Riker: I won't. Kargan: You must. It is a matter of honor and loyalty to your oath. Riker: I will not surrender the secrets of the Enterprise to you. Kargan: If your word is no good, then how can we ever trust Starfleet? Riker: I will not break any vow I have taken in the past. I have also taken an oath a loyalty to your ship. I will not break that. Kargan: They are in conflict! Riker: No, sir, they are not! I will obey your orders. I will serve this ship as First Officer, and in an attack against the Enterprise I will die along with this crew. But I will not break my oath of loyalty to Starfleet. Kargan: If you had told those secrets about the Enterprise, I would have labeled you a traitor and killed you where you stood. But instead you will die with us. You'll die like a Klingon. Mendon: Sir, I have something to report to you immediately. Picard: Yes, go ahead, Ensign. Mendon: I have managed to isolate the organisms on our hull. They are a sub-micron form capable of breaking nuclear bonds in the tritanium plating. Picard: But can they be removed from the hull? Mendon: Yes. They are controllable and can be removed from the hulls of both ships by using a tunneling neutrino beam. Picard: Thank you, Ensign. Well done. Initiate that procedure . Lieutenant, add that information to hailing messages. Worf: Aye, sir. Tactics: Lieutenant. Klag: The Enterprise has changed hailing messages. They now include a promise of cleaning the organisms and helping in repairs. Riker: I told you, they're here to help. Kargan: I do not believe them. Arm all weapons. Prepare to attack! Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 42507.8. Although our search has been extensive, we are still unable to locate the Klingon ship or any evidence of it's destruction. Data: Considering the absence of debris, Captain, it is reasonable to assume the Klingon vessel is in the area and cloaked. Picard: Agreed. Data: And since we do not know it's intent, I recommend we go to Red Alert. Picard: Make it so, Lieutenant. Worf: Aye, sir. Tactics: The Enterprise has raised its shields. Riker: That's normal procedure when entering into a suspicious situation. It's not an act of aggression. The Enterprise will not fire first. Kargan: Then they are fools, for we will. Riker: You'll get only one shot. Kargan: We'll only need one. Stand by on phasers and torpedoes. Prepare to fire them simultaneously. Riker: I recommend you don't fire until you're within forty thousand kilometers. Klag: Why? Riker: It will cut down their response time. Klag: You are honoring your promise to serve us? Riker: Would you do less? Kargan: You will give the order to fire, Commander Riker. Call out distances. Any questions, Mister Riker? Riker: There's one thing I'd like to say. I question your judgment. In my opinion, your reason for forcing this confrontation is not valid. Kargan: Are you finished? Riker: Yes, sir. Kargan: Commence with attack as ordered. Klag: Fifty five thousand kilometers and closing. Kargan: Is that a weapon, Commander? Riker: No, sir. Kargan: Give it to me. Worf: We are getting an emergency signal from a command transponder. Location zero three five mark three one three. Frequency and code designate it as Commander Riker. Picard: Chief O'Brien, lock onto that transponder signal. O'Brien: Yes, Captain. We're not yet in safe range for a transfer O'Brien: And defensive shields are still in place. Picard: We may have to stretch it. Picard: We have to know what's going on Picard: And Commander Riker is the only one who can tell us. Beam him directly here onto the Bridge Picard: On my command. O'Brien: Yes, sir. I'll wait till forty thousand. Worf: Forty eight thousand. Forty four thousand. Picard: Transporter Room, stand by. Picard: You control the shields. O'Brien: Ready, sir. Worf: Forty thousand. Klag: Forty thousand kilometers. Kargan: Prepare to drop cloaking shields, and fire when ready. Steady. Picard: Transporter room, energize. Riker: Hold where you are, Klag. I've relieved Captain Kargan. He was acting in an irrational manner. I'm your Captain now. Serve this ship as I have! Kargan: Where am I? Picard: You're on board the starship Enterprise. Kargan: Riker has no honor. He tricked me! Data: He's only dazed, sir. Picard: Well that's fine, but where's Commander Riker? Riker: Cloaking shields off. Obey my orders. Tactics: We will be destroyed. Riker: If we are, it will be in battle, and I will die with you. So I repeat, cloaking shields off! Worf: It is the Pagh, sir. Data: It has all armament locked on us and ready to fire. Picard: Hold this position. Hailing frequencies. Calling the Pagh. This is the Enterprise. We are here to assist. Do not fire. Kargan: They will not believe you. Picard: Pagh, we're here to assist. Do you read me? Riker: Enterprise, this is Captain William Riker of the Klingon vessel, Pagh. I order you to lower your shields and surrender. Picard: Lower shields. Surrender, as ordered. Kargan: I demand to be beamed back aboard my vessel! Picard: Transporter Chief, prepare to beam Captain Kargan back aboard the Pagh. O'Brien: Aye, sir. Picard: Captain Riker, we can carry out your repairs immediately. Riker: Thank you, Captain Picard. Kargan: You should have killed me. Riker: I don't want your command. Kargan: But you tricked me to get it. Riker: Either way, you can have it back. Kargan: Then return to your station. Kargan: Get him off my ship! Klag: Yes, Captain. You understand the Klingons better than I thought, Commander. Riker: Thank you, my friend. Riker: That might have been one of the shortest assignments in the history of Starfleet. Picard: Wrong, Number One. It was almost the longest. Well done. Riker: Thank you. Actually, I learned quite a bit. Picard: Apparently, not when to duck. Riker: When not to duck would be more accurate. Picard: Welcome aboard, Number One. Now, Lieutenant, conduct the Commander to Sickbay. Worf: Aye, sir. Commander? Riker: Your little toy worked. Thanks. Worf: I'm glad it did. Riker: You come from a very brave and unique people. I'm glad you're with us on the Enterprise. Worf: Thank you, Commander, and welcome home.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 42523.7. We are en route to newly established Starbase one seven three for port call. Crew rotation is scheduled, and we will be off-loading experiment modules. O'Brien: Hold it, that's my chair. My luck is always lousy unless I start on the dealer's right. Data: That would seem to be superstition. O'Brien: Bitter experience has taught me it's a fundamental truth. Riker: Okay, the game is five card stud, nothing wild. Ante up. Data: This game is exceedingly simple. With only fifty two cards, twenty one of which I will see, and four other players, there are a limited number of winning combinations. Laforge: There's more to this than just the cards, Data. Data: Of course. The bets will indicate of the relative strength of each hand. O'Brien: Time to pluck a pigeon. Pulaski: Five. Laforge: I'm in. Data: I too. Riker: Call. Riker: A seven, and a six, and the ace. Data: I bet ten. O'Brien: See that. Riker: Call. Pulaski: Fold. Laforge: Yeah, me too. I'm out. Data: I bet five. O'Brien: Same. Riker: Your five. And five. O'Brien: Too rich for me. Riker: No help. Data: I bet ten. Riker: Your ten and ten. Data: Is that what is known as a poker face? Riker: Are you playing or not? Data: I fold. Data: You had nothing! Laforge: He bluffed you, Data. Data: It makes very little sense to bet when you cannot win. Riker: But I did win. I was betting that you wouldn't call. Data: How could you tell? Pulaski: Instinct, Data, instinct. The game is seven card high/low with a buy on the last card. And just to make it more interesting, the man with the ax takes all. Picard: My God. Phillipa Louvois. And back in uniform. It's been ten years, but seeing you again like this makes it seem like fifty. If we weren't around all these people, do you know what I would like to do? Phillipa: Bust a chair across my teeth? Picard: After that. Phillipa: Ain't love wonderful. Picard: So, what are you doing out here? Phillipa: I am in charge of the Twenty third Sector JAG office. We're brand new. I have no staff but one terrified little Ensign. Hopefully we can make some good law out here. Picard: Anything is possible. So you came back to Starfleet. Phillipa: Still the most exciting and worthwhile place to be. Picard: You had no reason to leave. Phillipa: They forced me out. Picard: No. That was your own damn stubborn pride. Phillipa: When I prosecuted you in the Stargazer court martial, I was doing my job. Picard: Oh, you did more than your job. You enjoyed it. Phillipa: Not true! A court martial is standard procedure when a ship is lost. I was doing my duty as an officer of the Judge Advocate General. Picard: You always enjoyed the adversarial process more than arriving at the truth. Well, I hope you've learned a little wisdom along the way. Phillipa: You know, I never thought I would say this, but it's good to see you again. It brings a sense of order and stability to my universe to know that you're still a pompous ass. And a damn sexy man. Nakamura: Captain Picard? Phillipa: Admiral. Nakamura: Captain Louvois. You're acquainted with Captain Picard? Phillipa: Oh, yes. We're old friends. Excuse me. Picard, call me. You can buy me dinner. Nakamura: Captain, it's good to see you again. Picard: Admiral. Nakamura: May I present Commander Bruce Maddox. Picard: Commander. Nakamura: He has an interesting proposal for you, but that can wait for a while. I'm eager to see the Enterprise. Picard: Yes, sir. This way. Riker: Admiral on the Bridge. Picard: I was a little surprised at the decision to put a base in force so close to the Neutral Zone. Nakamura: As you know, we've had disturbing news from both sides of the zone. We're here to respond when needed. And it won't hurt to have the Romulans know that we're nearby. Well, Captain, I want to thank you for this opportunity. For five hundred years every ship that has borne the name of the Enterprise has been a legend. This one is no different. Maddox: Admiral. Nakamura: Oh yes, Captain. Commander Maddox is here to do some work on your android. Please take care of him. Maddox: How have you been, Data? Data: My condition does not alter with the passage of time, Commander. Picard: The two of you are acquainted? Maddox: Yes, I evaluated Data when it first applied to the Academy. Data: And was the sole member of the committee to oppose my entrance on the grounds that I was not a sentient being. Picard: What exactly will this work entail? Maddox: I am going to disassemble Data. Picard: All right, explain this procedure. Maddox: Ever since I first saw Data at the entrance evaluation at the Starfleet Academy, I've wanted to understand it. I became a student of the works of Doctor Noonien Soong, Data's creator, and I've tried to continue his work. I believe I am very close to the breakthrough that will enable me to duplicate Doctor Soong's work and replicate this. But as a first step I must disassemble and study it. Data is going to be my guide. Picard: Data? Data: It sounds intriguing. Riker: How will you proceed? Maddox: I will run a full diagnostic on Data, evaluating the condition of its current software. I will then dump its core memory into the starbase mainframe computer and begin a detailed analysis of its construction. Data: You've constructed a positronic brain? Maddox: Yes. Data: Have you determined how the electron resistance across the neural filaments is to be resolved? Maddox: Not precisely. Data: That would seem to be a necessary first step. Maddox: I am confident that I will find the answer once I examine the filament links in your anterior cortex. Data: But if the answer is not forthcoming, your model will not function. Maddox: I do not anticipate any problems. Riker: You seem a little vague on the specifics. Picard: What are the risks to Commander Data? Maddox: Negligible. Data: Captain, I believe his basic research lacks the specifics necessary to support an experiment of this magnitude. Picard: Commander Data is a valued member of my Bridge crew. Based on what I've heard, I cannot allow Commander Data to submit himself to this experiment. Maddox: I was afraid this might be your attitude, Captain. Here are Starfleet's transfer orders separating Commander Data from the Enterprise, and reassigning it to Starbase one seventy three under my command. Data, I will see you in my office tomorrow at zero nine hundred hours. Picard: Come. Data: You sent for me, sir? Picard: Data, please sit down. Well, we have a problem. Data: I find myself in complete agreement with that assessment of the situation, sir. Picard: Your service to this ship has been exemplary. I don't want to lose you. Data: I will not submit to the procedure, sir. Picard: Data, I understand your objections, but I have to consider Starfleet's interests. What if Commander Maddox is correct, there is a possibility that many more beings like yourself could be constructed. Data: Sir, Lieutenant La Forge's eyes are far superior to human biological eyes. True? Then why are not all human officers required to have their eyes replaced with cybernetic implants? I see. It is precisely because I am not human. Picard: That will be all, Mister Data. Picard: Computer, pull all relevant information with regard to Starfleet regulations on the transfer of officers. Computer: Working. Phillipa: My God, twice in as many days. Picard: I need your help. Phillipa: An historic moment. Picard: I have been trying to make sense of this gobbledygook, but it's beyond me. The fact is, my android officer, Data, is being transferred compulsorily to be made part of a highly dangerous, ill-conceived experiment, and I want it stopped. Phillipa: He can refuse to undergo the procedure, but we can't stop the transfer. Picard: Once this Maddox has got control of Data, anything could happen. I don't trust that man. Phillipa: We agree to certain risks when we join Starfleet. Picard: Yes. Acceptable risks, justified risks, but I can't accept this. It's unjustified. It's unfair. He has rights. Phillipa: All this passion over a machine? Picard: Don't start. This is important to me. Is there an option? Phillipa: There is always an option. He can resign. Picard: I see. Phillipa: So you came to me for help. Picard: Yes, I came to you. You're the JAG officer for this sector. I had no choice but to come to you. Phillipa: Wait! I didn't mean it that way. I'm glad that you felt you could, well, come to me. Picard: The word trust just isn't in your vocabulary, is it. Good try, nine out of ten for effort. Phillipa: I wish things were different. Picard: I wish I could believe that. Maddox: 'When in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state'. Is it just words to you, or do you fathom the meaning? Data: Is it not customary to request permission before entering an individual's quarters? Maddox: I thought that we could talk this out, that I could try to persuade you. Your memories and knowledge will remain intact. Data: Reduced to the mere facts of the events. The substance, the flavor of the moment, could be lost. Take games of chance. Maddox: Games of chance? Data: Yes, I had read and absorbed every treatise and textbook on the subject, and felt myself well prepared for the experience. Yet, when I finally played poker, I discovered that the reality bore little resemblance to the rules. Maddox: And the point being? Data: That while I believe it is possible to download the information contained in the positronic brain, I do not think you have acquired the expertise necessary to preserve the essence of those experiences. There is an ineffable quality to memory which I do not believe can survive your procedure. Maddox: Ineffable quality. I had rather we had done this together, but one way or the other, we are doing it. You are under my command. Data: No, sir, I am not under your nor anyone else's command. I have resigned from Starfleet. Maddox: Resigned? You can't resign. Data: I regret the decision, but I must. I am the culmination of one man's dream. This is not ego or vanity, but when Doctor Soong created me he added to the substance of the universe. If by your experiments I am destroyed, something unique, something wonderful will be lost. I cannot permit that, I must protect his dream. Maddox: And so must I. But keep packing, because one way or the other, you will be reporting. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Commander Bruce Maddox, having been thwarted by Data's abrupt resignation, is now seeking a legal remedy for his woes. Captain Louvois has requested my presence at those discussions. Maddox: Your response is emotional and irrational. Picard: Irrational? Maddox: You are endowing Data with human characteristics because it looks human. But it is not. If it were a box on wheels I would not be facing this opposition. Phillipa: Overt sentimentality is not one of Captain Picard's failings. Trust me, I know. Picard: I will tell you again. Data is a valued member of my crew. He is an outstanding Bridge officer. Maddox: If I am permitted to make this experiment, the horizons for human achievement become boundless. Consider, every ship in Starfleet with a Data on board. Utilizing its tremendous capabilities, acting as our hands and eyes in dangerous situations. Phillipa: Look, you're preaching to the choir here. Why don't you get to the point? Maddox: Data must not be permitted to resign. Picard: Data is a Starfleet officer. He still has certain rights. Maddox: Rights! Rights! I'm sick to death of hearing about rights! What about my right not to have my life work subverted by blind ignorance? Phillipa: We have rule of law in this Federation. You ca not simply seize people and experiment with them to prove your pet theories. Picard: Thank you. Maddox: Now you're doing it. Data is an extraordinary piece of engineering, but it is a machine. If you permit it to resign it will destroy years of work in robotics. Starfleet does not have to allow the resignation. Picard: Commander, who do you think you're working for? Starfleet is not an organization that ignores its own regulations when they become inconvenient. Whether you like it or not, Data does have rights. Maddox: Let me put it another way. Would you permit the computer of the Enterprise to refuse a refit? Phillipa: That's an interesting point. But the Enterprise computer is property. Is Data? Maddox: Of course. Phillipa: There may be law to support this position. Picard: Then find it. A ruling with such broad ranging implications must be supported. Phillipa, I hope you will use the same zeal that you did in the Stargazer court martial. Wesley: Data, you're supposed to rip the wrapping off. Data: With the application of a little care, Wes, the paper can be utilized again. Wesley: Data, you're missing the point. Data: The Dream of the Fire, by K'Ratak. Thank you, Worf. Worf: It was in the hands of the Klingons that the novel attained its full stature. Pulaski: I couldn't disagree more. We'll save that argument for another day. Data: Excuse me, please. Data: Is something wrong? Laforge: Of course there is. You're going away. Data: No one regrets that necessity more than myself. You do understand my reasons? Laforge: Sure, I understand. I just don't like your being forced out. It's not fair. Data: As Doctor Pulaski would at this juncture, no doubt, remind us, life is rarely fair. Laforge: Sorry, that just doesn't make it any better. Data: I shall miss you, Geordi. Laforge: Yeah. Me too. Take care of yourself, Data. Phillipa: I have completed my research, based on the Acts of Cumberland passed in the early twenty first century. Data is the property of Starfleet. He cannot resign and he cannot refuse to cooperate with Commander Maddox. Picard: What if I challenge this ruling? Phillipa: Then I shall be required to hold a hearing. Picard: Then I so challenge. Convene your hearing. Phillipa: Captain, that would be exceedingly difficult. This is a new base. I have no staff. Picard: But surely, Captain, you have regulations to take care of such an eventuality. Phillipa: There are. I can use serving officers as legal counsel. You as the senior officer would defend. Picard: Very good. Phillipa: And the unenviable task of prosecuting this case would fall on you, Commander, as the next most senior officer of the defendant's ship. Riker: I can't. I won't. Data's my comrade. We have served together. I not only respect him, I consider him my friend. Phillipa: When people of good conscience have an honest dispute, we must still sometimes resort to this kind of adversarial system. Riker: You just want me to prove that Data is a mere machine. I can't do that because I don't believe it. I happen to know better. So I'm neither qualified nor willing. You're going to have to find someone else. Phillipa: Then I will rule summarily based upon my findings. Data is a toaster. Have him report to Commander Maddox immediately for experimental refit. Riker: I see. I have no choice but to agree. Phillipa: Good. And I expect you to do your duty in that courtroom. If I find for one minute that you are not doing your best, I will end this then and there. Picard: You don't have to remind us of our duty. You just remember yours. Phillipa: I have never forgotten it. Not then, and certainly not now. Picard: Come. Picard: Data, Captain Louvois has issued a ruling. You are the property of Starfleet Command. You can not resign. Data: I see. From limitless options I am reduced to none, or rather one. I can only hope that Commander Maddox is more capable than it would appear. Picard: Data, you're not going to submit. We're going to fight this. I challenged the ruling. Captain Louvois will be compelled to hold a hearing. She may be overly attached to the letter of the law, but I suspect that she still understands its spirit. We will put to rest this question of your legal status once and for all. Now, I have been asked to represent you, but if there is some other officer with which you would feel more happy? Data: Captain, I have complete confidence in your ability to represent my interests. Riker: Computer, identify Riker, William T. Access code theta alpha two seven three seven, blue, enable. Computer: Riker, William T, identified. Ready. Riker: Access all available technical schematics on Lieutenant Commander Data. Computer: Working. Phillipa: This hearing, convened on stardate 42527.4, is to determine the legal status of the android known as Data. The office of the Judge Advocate General has rendered a finding of property, the defense has challenged. Commander Riker? Riker: Your honor, there is only one issue, and one relevant piece of evidence. I call Lieutenant Commander Data. Computer: Verify. Lieutenant Commander Data. Current assignment, USS Enterprise. Starfleet Command Decoration for Valor and Riker: Your honor, we'll stipulate to all of this. Picard: Objection, Your Honor, I want this read. All of it. Phillipa: Sustained. Computer: Valor and Gallantry, Medal of Honor with Clusters, Legion of Honor, the Star Cross. Phillipa: Proceed, Commander. Riker: Commander, what are you? Data: An android. Riker: Which is? Data: Webster's Twenty Fourth Century Dictionary, Fifth Edition, defines an android as an automaton made to resemble a human being. Riker: Automaton. Made. By whom? Data: Sir? Riker: Who built you, Commander? Data: Doctor Noonien Soong. Riker: And he was? Data: The foremost authority in cybernetics. Riker: More basic than that. What was he? Data: Human? Riker: Thank you. Commander, what is the capacity of your memory, and how fast can you access information? Data: I have an ultimate storage capacity of eight hundred quadrillion bits. My total linear computational speed has been rated at sixty trillion operations per second. Riker: Your Honor, I offer in evidence prosecution's exhibit A, a rod of par-steel. Tensile strength, forty kilobars. Commander, would you bend that? Picard: Objection. There are many life forms possessed of mega strength. These issues are not relevant to this hearing. Phillipa: I'm afraid I can't agree, Captain. Proceed with you demonstration, Commander. Riker: Drawing on the log record of the construction of the prototype android Lore, also constructed by Noonien Soong, I request to be allowed to remove the Commander's hand for your inspection. Picard: Objection! It doesn't matter. Objection withdrawn. Phillipa: Proceed, Commander. Riker: I'm sorry. Riker: The Commander is a physical representation of a dream, an idea conceived of by the mind of a man. It's purpose is to serve human needs and interests. It's a collection of neural nets and heuristic algorithms. Its responses dictated by an elaborate software program written by a man. Its hardware built by a man. And now. And now a man will shut it off. Riker: Pinocchio is broken. Its strings have been cut. Picard: I request a recess. Phillipa: Granted. Guinan: Do you mean his argument was that good? Picard: Riker's presentation was devastating. He almost convinced me. Guinan: You've got the harder argument. By his own admission, Data is a machine. Picard: That's true. Guinan: You're worried about what's going to happen to him? Picard: I've had to send people on far more dangerous missions. Guinan: Then this should work out fine. Maddox could get lucky and create a whole army of Datas, all very valuable. Picard: Oh, yes. No doubt. Guinan: He's proved his value to you. Picard: In ways that I cannot even begin to calculate. Guinan: And now he's about to be ruled the property of Starfleet. That should increase his value. Picard: In what way? Guinan: Well, consider that in the history of many worlds there have always been disposable creatures. They do the dirty work. They do the work that no one else wants to do because it's too difficult, or to hazardous. And an army of Datas, all disposable, you don't have to think about their welfare, you don't think about how they feel. Whole generations of disposable people. Picard: You're talking about slavery. Guinan: I think that's a little harsh. Picard: I don't think that's a little harsh. I think that's the truth. But that's a truth we have obscured behind a comfortable, easy euphemism. Property. But that's not the issue at all, is it? Picard: Commander Riker has dramatically demonstrated to this court that Lieutenant Commander Data is a machine. Do we deny that? No. Because it is not relevant. We too are machines, just machines of a different type. Commander Riker has also reminded us that Lieutenant Commander Data was created by a human. Do we deny that? No. Again it is not relevant. Children are created from the building blocks of their parents' DNA. Are they property? I call Lieutenant Commander Data to the stand. Picard: What are these? Data: My medals. Picard: Why do you pack them? What logical purpose do they serve? Data: I do not know, sir. I suppose none. I just wanted them. Is that vanity? Picard: And this? Data: A gift from you, sir. Picard: You value it? Data: Yes, sir. Picard: Why? Data: It is a reminder of friendship and service. Picard: And this? You have no other portraits of your fellow crew members. Why this person? Data: I would prefer not to answer that question, sir. I gave my word. Picard: Under the circumstances, I don't think Tasha would mind. Data: She was special to me, sir. We were intimate. Picard: Thank you, Commander. I have no further questions for this witness. Phillipa: Commander Riker, do you want to cross? Riker: I have no questions, Your Honor. Phillipa: Thank you. You may step down. Picard: I call to the stand Commander Bruce Maddox as a hostile witness. Computer: Verify, Maddox, Bruce, Commander. Current assignment, Associate Chair of Robotics, Daystrom Technological Institute. Major papers Picard: Yes, yes, yes. Suffice it to say, he's an expert. Commander, is your contention that Lieutenant Commander Data is not a sentient being and therefore not entitled to all the rights reserved for all life forms within this Federation? Maddox: Data is not sentient, no. Picard: Commander, would you enlighten us? What is required for sentience? Maddox: Intelligence, self awareness, consciousness. Picard: Prove to the court that I am sentient. Maddox: This is absurd! We all know you're sentient. Picard: So I am sentient, but Data is not? Maddox: That's right. Picard: Why? Why am I sentient? Maddox: Well, you are self aware. Picard: Ah, that's the second of your criteria. Let's deal with the first, intelligence. Is Commander Data intelligent? Maddox: Yes. It has the ability to learn and understand, and to cope with new situations. Picard: Like this hearing. Maddox: Yes. Picard: What about self awareness. What does that mean? Why am I self aware? Maddox: Because you are conscious of your existence and actions. You are aware of yourself and your own ego. Picard: Commander Data, what are you doing now? Data: I am taking part in a legal hearing to determine my rights and status. Am I a person or property? Picard: And what's at stake? Data: My right to choose. Perhaps my very life. Picard: My rights. My status. My right to choose. My life. It seems reasonably self aware to me. Commander? I'm waiting. Maddox: This is exceedingly difficult. Picard: Do you like Commander Data? Maddox: I don't know it well enough to like or dislike it. Picard: But you admire him? Maddox: Oh yes, it's an extraordinary piece of Picard: Engineering and programming. Yes, you have said that. Commander, you have devoted your life to the study of cybernetics in general? Maddox: Yes. Picard: And Commander Data in particular? Maddox: Yes. Picard: And now you propose to dismantle him. Maddox: So that I can learn from it and construct more. Picard: How many more? Maddox: As many as are needed. Hundreds, thousands if necessary. There is no limit. Picard: A single Data, and forgive me, Commander, is a curiosity. A wonder, even. But thousands of Datas. Isn't that becoming a race? And won't we be judged by how we treat that race? Now, tell me, Commander, what is Data? Maddox: I don't understand. Picard: What is he? Maddox: A machine! Picard: Is he? Are you sure? Maddox: Yes! Picard: You see, he's met two of your three criteria for sentience, so what if he meets the third. Consciousness in even the smallest degree. What is he then? I don't know. Do you? Do you? Do you? Well, that's the question you have to answer. Your Honor, the courtroom is a crucible. In it we burn away irrelevancies until we are left with a pure product, the truth for all time. Now, sooner or later, this man or others like him will succeed in replicating Commander Data. And the decision you reach here today will determine how we will regard this creation of our genius. It will reveal the kind of a people we are, what he is destined to be. It will reach far beyond this courtroom and this one android. It could significantly redefine the boundaries of personal liberty and freedom, expanding them for some, savagely curtailing them for others. Are you prepared to condemn him and all who come after him to servitude and slavery? Your Honor, Starfleet was founded to seek out new life. Well, there it sits. Waiting. You wanted a chance to make law. Well, here it is. Make a good one. Phillipa: It sits there looking at me, and I don't know what it is. This case has dealt with metaphysics, with questions best left to saints and philosophers. I'm neither competent nor qualified to answer those. I've got to make a ruling, to try to speak to the future. Is Data a machine? Yes. Is he the property of Starfleet? No. We have all been dancing around the basic issue. Does Data have a soul? I don't know that he has. I don't know that I have. But I have got to give him the freedom to explore that question himself. It is the ruling of this court that Lieutenant Commander Data has the freedom to choose. Data: I formally refuse to undergo your procedure. Maddox: I will cancel that transfer order. Data: Thank you. And, Commander, continue your work. When you are ready, I will still be here. I find some of what you propose intriguing. Maddox: He's remarkable. Phillipa: You didn't call him it. Phillipa: You see? Sometimes it does work. Picard: Phillipa. Dinner? Phillipa: You buying? Data: Sir, there is a celebration on the Holodeck. Riker: I have no right to be there. Data: Because you failed in your task? Riker: No, God, no. I came that close to winning, Data. Data: Yes, sir. Riker: I almost cost you your life! Data: Is it not true that had you refused to prosecute, Captain Louvois would have ruled summarily against me? Riker: Yes. Data: That action injured you, and saved me. I will not forget it. Riker: You're a wise man, my friend. Data: Not yet, sir. But with your help, I am learning.

Data: Sir, we are approaching Klavdia Three. Picard: Take us to impulse power. Gibson: Aye, sir. Impulse power. Laforge: Bridge, this is Engineering. Picard: Yes, Lieutenant. Laforge: Now that we're out of warp, I'd like to use this time to make some routine adjustments on the deuterium control conduit. We're overdue. Picard: How much time will these adjustments require, Lieutenant? Laforge: A couple of hours, sir. Riker: Proceed, Lieutenant La Forge. Standard orbit, Ensign. Laforge: Wes, I'm going to need an SCM model three, from ship's stores. Can you handle that? Wesley: Right away. Laforge: All right. Picard: Magnify, Mister Worf. Hardly an inviting planet, even for a research establishment. Troi: I would have thought the inhabitants of Daled Four would send a future leader to a more hospitable environment. Worf: For some, security is more important than comfort. Troi: Yes, but sixteen years. Worf: Captain, we're being hailed. Picard: Hailing frequencies, Mister Worf. Worf: Open. Picard: This is Captain Picard of the USS Enterprise. Anya: I am Anya of Data: Sir, the planet's troposphere is distorting our signal. Picard: Can you clean that up, Mister Worf? Worf: I'll try. Now. Picard: This is Picard of the Enterprise. Please will you repeat your message? Anya: I am Anya. Have you come for Salia of Daled Four? Picard: That is correct. Anya: What species are you? Picard: Human. Anya: Excellent. Bring us aboard. That is all. Riker: Friendly, isn't she? Picard: Friendly or not, Salia has the rank of head of state, so we will treat her and Anya accordingly. Number One, Mister Worf, let's go greet our visitors. You have the Bridge, Mister Data. Data: Aye, sir. Picard: Welcome to the Enterprise. I'm Captain Picard. Anya: This is Salia of Daled Four. Salia: I didn't feel a thing. Is that normal when one is transported, Captain? Picard: Oh, yes, it is. Salia: Those must be the matter energy conversion controls. May I take a look? Picard: Yes, of course. Riker: I can arrange for a tour of the ship, if you'd like. Salia: Oh, I'd love that. Anya: No, that will not be necessary. Just show us to our quarters, Captain Picard. Picard: Very well. Picard: We're accommodating you in quarters normally reserved for Starfleet admiralty. I'm sure you'll find them quite comfortable. Salia: That's a superconducting magnet, isn't it? Wesley: Yes It's an SCM model. How did you know that? Salia: Study, for the last sixteen years it is all I could Anya: Please, Salia, walk ahead with me. Salia: Better be careful. Those can rip the iron right out of your blood cells. Wesley: Commander, who is she? Riker: I think she's a governess. Wesley: No! The girl. Riker: I don't know if she'll have time for you, Wes. She's destined to rule an entire world. Wesley: Come in. Data: You wanted to see me? Wesley: Yes. Data, the girl who came on board. Data: Salia of Daled Four. Wesley: Who is she? Data: Little is known. She was born on Daled Four. Her parents were from opposite sides in a civil war which has lasted for centuries. They both died shortly after her birth. A Federation ship brought her and her governess to Klavdia Three so that she could be raised in a neutral environment. Wesley: And now she's returning? Data: It is hoped she will unite the factions and bring peace. Laforge: Ensign Crusher, report. Are you all right? Wesley: Geordi? Yeah, I'm fine. I just Laforge: Wes, we're waiting for that magnet. Wesley: I'm on my way. Riker: Captain, we've broken orbit and laid in a course for Daled Four. We will remain on impulse power until Lieutenant La Forge completes his adjustments. Picard: Mister Worf, have our passenger's accommodations met with their approval? Worf: I doubt if anything ever meets with that woman's approval, sir. Troi: Captain, I'm concerned our new passengers. Their emotions do not fit who they are and what they're doing. Picard: Are you suggesting they're not who they say they are? Troi: Actually no, it's more like they're not what they say they are. Picard: Picard to Salia's quarters. Salia: Yes? Picard: May we turn on the viewer? Salia: Yes, of course. Picard: Are your quarters satisfactory? Salia: Yes, very. Tell me, Captain, who was the young man I met before? Picard: That was Ensign Wesley Crusher. Salia: Thank you for checking on us, Captain. I only hope our quarters on Daled Four will be this luxurious. Picard: Please feel free to contact me at any time. Picard out. Troi: What I sensed before hasn't changed. Data: What puzzles me, Captain, is how she is expected to bring peace to Daled Four. Its inhabitants have been fighting throughout their recorded history. Picard: What do we know about the cause of these wars? Data: Only that it is the difference between night and day. Riker: Data, you used a colloquialism. Data: Did I? What I meant, sir, is that Daled Four rotates only once per revolution. Therefore one side is constantly dark, and the other side constantly light. One might surmise that the two hemispheres have developed disparate cultures, which is a major cause of most wars. Picard: This child is supposed to bring them together. Riker: She seems too delicate for such a task. Worf: Do not be fooled by her looks. The body is just a shell. Salia: How can I be a leader if I don't know anything about my people? Girl: You will lead because you are accepted by both sides. And because it is in your blood. Salia: What is expected of me once I'm there? Girl: You will know. Salia: How? Girl: You just will. Salia, you must arrive with an open mind, without preconceived ideas of the worlds you will find or the people on either side. Salia: It's very frustrating. Girl: You feel the weight of so much responsibility, you're not sure you'll live up to everyone's expectations. Salia: It's not only that. Nobody's even asked me if this is something I want. Girl: It is your duty. Salia: And I have no choice. Girl: It won't be as bad as you think. In fact, it could be quite wonderful. Besides, you are the last and only chance. Salia: Don't you think I'm going to need more than instinct to do whatever is expected of me on Daled Four? Laforge: Energy depletion level? Computer: Point oh four percent and increasing. Laforge: Wesley? Wesley, you haven't found that defocused area yet? Wesley: I'm looking. Laforge: Yeah, I see the way you're looking. Wesley! Wesley: What? Sorry. I've got my mind on something. Laforge: I can see that. Wesley: It's this girl they beamed up, Geordi. She's perfect. Absolutely perfect. Laforge: Now I understand why you can't concentrate. Wesley: I'll do better. Laforge: Okay. Computer: Warning, resonant field applied. Laforge: What is it? What happened? Wesley: Nothing. I had it on the wrong setting. Laforge: I suppose it had to happen to you. It usually does at about this age. Wesley: What usually does? Laforge: Glands erupting with hormones. It happens to all of us. Wesley: Just because I said that I think she's interesting Laforge: You said she was perfect. Come on down. You're no use around here for now. Come on down. Go talk to her. Use the ladder. Wesley: That's silly, Geordi. But since you recommended it, how should I approach her? If she'll talk to me, what should I say? Laforge: Just say, 'Hi, I'm Wesley Crusher. I'd like to talk to you'. Wesley: And then what? Laforge: Whatever occurs to you. Wesley: What if nothing occurs to me? Laforge: Look, Wes, I don't have time for this. You're going to have to ask somebody else. Wesley: Okay. Worf: That is how the Klingon lures a mate. Wesley: Are you telling me to go yell at Salia? Worf: No. Men do not roar. Women roar. Then they hurl heavy objects. And claw at you. Wesley: What does the man do? Worf: He reads love poetry. He ducks a lot. Wesley: Worf, sounds like it works great for the Klingons, but I think I need to try something a little less dangerous. Worf: Then go to her door. Beg like a human. Data: It should be that simple, Wesley. Judging by her appearance it is likely you and Salia are biologically compatible. Of course, there could be a difference in the histocompatibility complex in the cell membrane, but. Wesley: Data, I want to meet her, not dissect her. Picard: Picard to Salia's quarters. Salia: Yes, Captain? Picard: May I activate the viewer? Salia: Hurry, go, go. Salia: Certainly. Picard: We've invited Anya to take a tour of the ship. Maybe you would like to join her? Salia: Very much. Picard: Your escort will with you shortly. Picard out. Salia: I think I'll go on the tour. Salia: Why can't I? This is the only chance I'll ever have to see a vessel like this. Anya: No. You must remain here where it is safe. Salia, do an old woman a favor and obey me for the rest of this trip. Salia: You are no more an old woman than I am a leader. Salia: Yes. Come in. Worf: I'm here to escort you on a tour of the Enterprise. Anya: Salia will remain behind. I will be right there. You are a leader. And I am older than you could ever imagine. Wesley: What should I say? How do I act? What do I do? Riker: Guinan, I need your help. Could you step over here a minute? Guinan: Sounds simple enough. Riker: Now, the first words out of your mouth are the most important. You may want to start with something like this. You are the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. But that might not work. Guinan: Yes. Yes, it would. Riker: You don't know how long I've longed to tell you that. Guinan: But you were afraid? Riker: Yes. Guinan: Of me? Riker: Of us. Of what we might become. Wesley: Commander? Riker: or that you might think that was a line. Guinan: Maybe I do think it's a line. Riker: Then you think I'm not sincere? Guinan: I didn't say that. There's nothing wrong with a line. It's like a knock at the door. Riker: Then you're inviting me in? Guinan: I'm not sending you away. Riker: That's more than I expected. Guinan: Is it as much as you hoped? Riker: To hope is to recognize the possibility. I had only dreams. Guinan: Dreams can be dangerous. Riker: Not these dreams. I dream of a galaxy where your eyes are stars, and the universe worships the night. Guinan: Careful. Putting me on a pedestal so high, you may not be able to reach me. Riker: Then I'll learn how to fly. You are the heart in my day and the soul in my night. Wesley: I don't think this is my style. Guinan: Shut up, kid. Tell me more about my eyes. Worf: This is the dilithium crystal chamber. Our Chief Engineer, Geordi La Forge. Anya: What is that? What are you doing? Laforge: Nothing to be concerned about. Just performing some routine adjustments. Anya: I wasn't aware that the deuterium control conduit required routine adjustments. Laforge: I perform periodic inspections on all engineering systems. Anya: In this case you seem to have found a malfunction. Laforge: It's not a malfunction. It's simply that a minute defocused area has developed. It lowers our operating efficiency. Anya: It could also lead to excess prion production. Laforge: Our computer would detect that. Anya: Unless, of course, it too is malfunctioning. Laforge: Look, I really have to get this finished. Worf: Anya. Please come with me. Anya: I will be back to check your progress. Guard: Ensign Crusher, what can I do for you? Wesley: Nothing. Guard: Is there a problem? Wesley: No. Salia: Could you show me how to work the food dispenser? Wesley: Sure. Wesley: Really, it's quite simple. You just tell the computer what you want and it prepares it for you. Salia: Oh. What should I order? Wesley: I don't know. what do you like? Salia: I'd like something sweet. Wesley: I know. Computer, Thalian chocolate mousse. Salia: It's a wonderful sensation. Wesley: On Thalos Seven they age the beans four hundred years. Salia: You've been there? Wesley: It's one of my favorite places. Salia: It must be fun to visit a planet like that. Wesley: It's the best part of being on the Enterprise. Salia: I've studied about some of them, but to see them, that would be wonderful. Tell me about some of the other places you've been. Wesley: Oh, there's too many. Salia: The only world I've known is Klavdia Three. Wesley: It's about time we changed that. Salia: How? Wesley: Come with me. Pulaski: I'll be with you in a moment. Anya: What's wrong with him? Pulaski: Andronesian encephalitis. Anya: That disease is contagious. Pulaski: Very unlikely. Our air filtering system can handle Anya: But there is a chance. Pulaski: If you mean mathematically, yes, the probability is not zero. Anya: I cannot rely on your primitive technologies. Kill the patient! Pulaski: What? Anya: Destroy the patient. Immediately! Pulaski: Now, you calm down. Anya: If you won't take action, then I will! Pulaski: Security to Sickbay! Hurry! Picard: Wait! Hold your fire. Picard: Worf! Pulaski: What is she? Keep her away! Anya: Do not interfere! Pulaski: She wants to kill Hennesey! Anya: His disease threatens Salia. Pulaski: Captain, there is no chance of contagion. Picard: The situation is under control. Anya: That's not good enough! Picard: Well, it will have to be. Anya: Your powers are infinitesimal compared to mine. Picard: Yes, that may be, but you will obey my orders. You are to remain in your quarters and in your present form for the rest of this voyage. Is that clear? Anya: Very. Picard: Keep her under guard. Worf: Aye, sir. Worf: Wait for me. What kind of creature is she? Picard: I've never seen anything like her. Pulaski: There is mention in the galactic zoological catalog of a species called allasomorph, which is supposed to possess the power to alter their molecular structure into other life forms. Worf: Such a creature would make a perfect protector. Picard: I want a Security team stationed outside Sickbay, Mister Worf. Worf: Aye, sir. Captain, what if Anya transforms? Picard: Improvise. Salia: Can a place so remarkable truly exist? Wesley: Yes. There are many more. All of them are different. Salia: I've learned about them. That's all I did on Klavdia Three, was learn. I know so much, but I've seen so little. Wesley: Think of what you have to look forward to. This is a great time to be alive. Salia: For you. Wesley: For both of us. This is all just beginning. We've only charted nineteen percent of our galaxy. The rest is out there, just waiting. Look what we've already discovered. Salia: I have never seen anything so wondrous. Wesley: Wait. Computer, Rosseau Five. Salia: It's breathtaking! Wesley: Yes. Salia: And you've been to this place? Wesley: Someday, you'll visit Rosseau Five, and many other places, all more spectacular. Salia: If only it were possible. Wesley: Listen. Salia: What is it? Wesley: In a moment, the harmonic resonance from the neutrino clouds will become synchronous. Salia: It's so beautiful! It's like this place has a voice and is trying to speak to us. Thank you for sharing all of this with me. Wesley: Someday, you'll see it all for yourself. Look over there. Worf: Remain here. You are restricted to these quarters for the remainder of this voyage. Anya: You are the protector of this ship, are you not? Worf: I am in charge of Security. Anya: You must understand my duties as well. If you confine me to this cell, I cannot protect Salia. Worf: There is no need for concern. She is safe on this ship. Anya: You must understand that I cannot make such an assumption. Worf: You no longer have the choice. You have to trust me to protect her. Anya: No. A true protector cannot have two charges. Your responsibility is to the ship. My duty is to Salia. Worf: My responsibility to the ship includes protecting Salia. Anya: You know I'm stronger than you. Worf: I was unprepared. Anya: You underestimated me in your Sickbay. That is usually fatal. Worf: Still, you are here, confined to your room. Anya: I ceased my struggle by choice, not because of you or your Captain. Worf: I would have stopped you. If not me, someone else. Anya: No, you cannot control me. Worf: We will see. Picard: We've obviously brought a very dangerous life form aboard this ship. I want to minimize the chances of any incident. Troi: Whatever kind of life form Anya is, emotionally she's Salia's mother. Picard: The most dangerous animal is a mother protecting her young. Troi: Exactly. Anya: Captain, this is Anya. Picard: Yes? Anya: Salia is gone. Where is she? Salia: This has all been so wonderful. I'm not even sure it's real. Wesley: Believe me, Ten Forward isn't an illusion. Salia: Not that. I mean the way I feel. Guinan: You won't find a better dish of chocolate anywhere. Salia: I'm sure I won't. Wesley: Is something wrong? Salia: I've had a great time being with you, Wesley. Wesley: And that makes you sad? Salia: When I was on Klavdia Three, all I could think of was leaving that isolation. What makes me sad is having to face it again after seeing what else is possible. Wesley: Is that what awaits you on Daled Four? Isolation? Salia: Yes. Wesley: I thought you were going there to reunite two warring parties. Salia: What else do you know? Wesley: Very little. The ship's computer doesn't have that much on Daled Four. How will you stop the fighting? Salia: I'm not certain. I only know I will have many responsibilities when I get there. Your language has no word for the position I'll hold. In many ways I'll have even less freedom than I did on Klavdia Three. Wesley: You could stay. Salia: On the Enterprise? Wesley: Why not? Salia: Because I can't. Guinan: Just because a girl runs out, doesn't mean she doesn't wish you to follow. Wesley: What is it? What happened? Salia! Salia: Stay away from me! I'm sorry. Wesley: I don't understand. Salia: I can't stay here! I can't have this life! I want it more than anything, but I can't have it! Wesley: Salia, nothing is impossible. Salia: Not for you. Wesley: There's a way. I know there is! Anya: Leave her alone! Picard: Ensign, step away from her. Anya: Come with me. Laforge: Energy depletion level? Computer: Zero. Laforge: La Forge to bridge. Picard: Yes, Lieutenant? Laforge: I've just completed my final adjustments. Thanks for the time. You now have warp engines available. Picard: Very good. Picard: Number One, get us to Daled as quickly as possible. Riker: Ensign Gibson, take us to warp eight point eight. Gibson: Warp eight point eight, sir. Riker: Estimated time? Gibson: Three hours, nine minutes. Picard: Ensign Crusher, when you're finished with your duties in Engineering, report to my Ready Room. Wesley: Yes, sir. Picard: You have the Bridge, Number One. Riker: Aye, sir. Picard: The woman, Anya, is not what she appears to be. She is an allasomorph. Wesley: A shape shifter? Picard: Yes. She's not only a governess, she's also the girl's protector. Now, I don't care to interfere in the personal relationships of those under my command, but in this case. Wesley: You want me to stay away from Salia? Picard: Yes, I do. For the good of the ship and the safety of everyone on board. Wesley: I will do as you ask. Salia: Why won't you let me have a friend? Anya: It is my duty to protect you from danger. Salia: There's no danger here. Anya: There is always danger from one who is not your kind. Salia, he's confusing you. You're forgetting you responsibilities. Salia: Whether or not I see Wesley is for me to decide. Anya: It is not! I raised you, I protected you and I intend to deliver you to Daled Four! Salia: Maybe what you want doesn't matter any more. Anya: Salia, please. I know it's difficult for you. But you must do what you are destined to do. Picard: Standard orbit. Gibson: Aye, sir. Picard: Hailing frequencies, Mister Worf. Worf: Captain, I am encountering the same interference we experienced on Klavdia Three. Data: The troposphere appears to be distorting our signals. It is fascinating, Captain. Klavdia Three and Daled Four have almost identical atmospheres. Picard: Magnify. Times twenty. Riker: How could anyone exist in an environment so totally hostile toward human life? Picard: Mister Data, do whatever is necessary to override the interference. Let's complete our mission. Wesley: Come in. Salia! You shouldn't have come. Salia: Do you want me to leave? Wesley: I didn't say that. Salia: Then you want me to stay. Wesley: Does Anya know you're here? Salia: That doesn't matter. Wesley: I'm glad you came. I thought Anya would have kept you with her. Salia: I have certain rights. Wesley: So in other words, you slipped out. Salia: While she was asleep. I hope you didn't get in trouble from your Captain. Wesley: Oh, I haven't got in trouble yet. Salia: Anya thought you would corrupt me. Wesley: With my wild way of life? Salia: Maybe. With the normal things people do when they like each other. Salia: Wesley, get out of here now. Wesley: What's going on? Salia: Just go, please. Wesley: Security, crew quarters! Salia: No! Anya, No! Anya: You should not have disobeyed me. Salia: I had to. Anya: I warned you to leave her alone. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 42568.8. Since Anya's powers of transformation apparently gave her the ability to escape her guards unnoticed, we have sealed her quarters with a forcefield that will contain her no matter how small a form she may take. Worf: Captain, I'm receiving an audio signal. Picard: Audio on. Voice: Come in Enterprise. This is Command Headquarters of Daled Four. We have been expecting you. Data: Sir, sensors indicate the communication originated from a terawatt source on the planet. Riker: That's more power than our entire ship can generate. Data: It is what is needed to penetrate the atmosphere. Riker: Which means we lack the ability to respond, sir. Worf: Sir, there are beam-down coordinates encoded within the carrier signal. Picard: Splendid. Riker: I'll arrange for our guests to beam down. Worf: Forcefield off. Salia: Come in. Worf: We have arrived. Anya: Salia will be with you in just a moment. Salia: You're not going? Anya: No. My duties have been completed. I have done all that I could. I hope it was enough. Salia: You've raised me well, and I thank you for that. Anya: I would not have harmed the boy, I only wanted to frighten him. Salia: I know. Anya: You are ready for what awaits you and you will do well. I know that I have been hard on you, but I wanted to prepare you for anything you might be required to do. Salia: Will I ever be able to leave Daled Four? Anya: Probably not. But anything is possible. Salia: That's what Wes said. Anya: I hope he's right. Salia: Where will you go? Anya: The third moon is within range of this ship's transporter, I shall go there. It was my home before we went away. Salia: I'm going to miss you. Anya: I know. Salia: I am ready now. Worf: I will escort you to transporter room six. Anya: You will be happy to see me leave. Worf: No. You are a worthy opponent. Anya: Thank you. At heart, we are very much alike. Worf: Yes, we are. Anya: Perhaps we shall fight again. On the same side. Worf: It would be an honor. Shall we go? Wesley: Come in. Salia: Wesley, I have to go now. Wesley: Was it fun? Salia: What do you mean? Wesley: Playing humanoid. Was it fun? Salia: Wesley, look at me. Right now, this minute, this is what I am. A humanoid girl. Wesley: What are you really? Salia: Does it matter? Wesley: Yes. Salia: Our natural state is one unlike anything you can imagine. Wesley: So you took this form for our benefit? That's why you wanted to know what species we are. Salia: I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't mean to. Wesley: I loved you. Salia: I love you, too. Wesley: Can you? Salia: Yes, oh yes. I have the same feelings, the same emotions as you. You must believe me. Wesley: Please go. Salia: Wesley, let's not say goodbye like this. Riker: Prepare to beam Salia to the specified coordinates. O'Brien: Aye, sir. Salia: Our world is grateful for the courtesy which you have extended us. Riker: I hope some day that the Federation and Daled Four will have formal contact. Salia: That is my wish as well. O'Brien: Coordinates have been input, sir. Riker: Proceed. Wesley: Wait. A taste to remember me by. Salia: I wish there were something I could give you. Wesley: You already have. Salia: I'm glad you came to say goodbye. Thank you, for everything. Salia: I want you to leave now. Wesley: Why? Salia: I cannot arrive on my planet in this form, and I want you to remember me as I am now. Wesley: Don't' worry, I will. Wesley: Energize. Wesley: Seeing her on the transporter pad, it was like seeing pure light. I miss her. I feel empty. Guinan: I know that sensation. But there'll come a time when all you remember is the love. Wesley: I'm never going to feel this way about anyone else. Guinan: You're right. Wesley: I didn't expect you to say that. Guinan: There'll be others, but every time you feel love it'll will be different. Every time, it's different. Wesley: Knowing that doesn't make it any easier. Guinan: It's not supposed to.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 42609.1. In response to a desperate plea for aid by my old friend, Captain Donald Varley of the USS Yamato, I am running a grave risk by taking the Enterprise into the Neutral Zone. Varley's request was prompted by dangerous malfunctions which have been plaguing our sister ship. Perhaps with both crews working together we can able to eliminate the problems before our presence is detected by the Romulans. Picard: How long to rendezvous, Mister Crusher? Wesley: Four minutes and thirty three seconds, sir. Picard: Status of download, Mister Data? Data: The Yamato log should be in our computer by rendezvous, sir. Riker: Have you nailed down our little hiccup yet? Data: Sir? Riker: The odd reading? Data: No, sir. It might be due to problems currently being experienced by the Yamato. Picard: Trouble, Number One? Riker: I'm not sure, sir. Are we alone out here, Worf? Worf: Yes, sir. There are no other vessels in the area except the Yamato, which is coming into visual range now. Picard: At last. Worf: Transmission from the Yamato, sir. Picard: On viewer. Picard: Donald, what's a nice Starfleet Captain like you doing in a place like this? Varley: It's good to see you again, Jean-Luc, despite your antique humor. I only hope your people are able to help us. Malfunctions are becoming serious. We lost an engineering team when the computer shut down a forcefield in an open shuttlebay. Eighteen people. Riker: Do you have any idea what caused this, sir? Varley: None. They are affecting every system simultaneously. It's like the ship has suddenly decided to fall apart. It's beginning to make me think we should have run these Galaxy Class ships across a few more drawing boards before we built one. Picard: You believe it's a design flaw? Varley: I don't know. I'm grasping at straws here. All I know is we've got to get it fixed, and before I lose more than an engineering team. Riker: Do you wish to evacuate any non-essential personnel to the Enterprise, sir? Varley: No. No, that would be premature. Picard: Donald, we'll get our teams to work on it immediately. I'm sure neither of us feels too comfortable sitting around in the Neutral Zone. Varley: I know what you're thinking, what the hell am I doing here? Well, I had heard rumors about a couple of archeological digs that started making the Iconians sound a lot less like legend. I did a little investigating, and I located their homeworld. Picard: In the Neutral Zone? Varley: In the Neutral Zone. Picard: Donald, that was quite a risk to run to satisfy archeological curiosity. Varley: The risk would be in allowing the Romulans to locate Iconia. Fortunately, I got there first. It's a virtually dead planet, but enough technology remains to give the Romulans an edge if they should find it. Picard: Donald, your transmission is breaking up. Mister Data, try and clean that up. Worf: Sir, there is an energy build-up in the Yamato's Engineering section. Picard: Yamato, this is the Enterprise. Yamato, come in. Worf: Captain, magnetic seals in the antimatter chamber are decaying! Picard: Captain! Donald, come in! Picard: Shields up. Worf: Sir! Data: Sensors indicate no life readings, sir. Worf: Captain. Another vessel is coming within sensor range. It is Romulan. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. The Yamato's entire crew and their families, more than a thousand people, have been lost. Circumstances unfortunately permit us no pause for grief. Worf: No response from the Romulan vessel. Riker: Arm phasers and prepare to lock on target. Picard: Did they attack the Yamato? Data: Unknown, sir. Worf: All their weapons systems have been fully activated. Still no response. Picard: Romulan vessel, this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. Taris: Captain Picard. Picard: Explain your illegal presence in the Neutral Zone. Taris: Explain yours. Picard: Are you responsible for the destruction of the Yamato? Taris: No. But believe me, Captain, had we chosen to exercise our right to defend the Neutral Zone, we would not have stopped with one starship. You will leave at once. Worf: Mute. Picard: Comments. Troi: She's extremely anxious. Worf: Understandable if she just destroyed a Federation starship. Riker: Your scan was inconclusive. We don't know what happened to the Yamato. Troi: Our presence in the Neutral Zone is provocative. It could force her to respond. Worf: Open. Picard: We will comply when I have determined the cause of the destruction of the Yamato, and when I am fully satisfied that you were not responsible. Picard out. Worf: They are engaging their cloaking device. Riker: Good. They can't fire when they're cloaked. Worf: Unless they have overcome that deficiency. The Yamato was destroyed while they were cloaked. Picard: Enough. Answers. I want answers, not conjecture. Number One, I want them at a staff meeting in one hour. Riker: Aye, sir. Laforge: Sensor recordings reveal that what we witnessed was an uncontrolled and catastrophic matter-antimatter mix. The magnetic seals between the chambers collapsed and Picard: Wait. Wait. That's not possible. Laforge: Yes, sir, it is, but a highly improbable series of events has to take place for such a result to occur. Picard: Explain. Laforge: Okay. In the event of a breach of seal integrity there's an emergency release system which dumps the antimatter. Data: Apparently such a dump began, was then halted, and the containment seals were dropped. There was still sufficient antimatter present to lead to an explosion. Picard: And so there is no evidence that a weapon was used? Data: No, sir. None. Laforge: However it happened, the Yamato did it to herself. Picard: Theorize. What could have caused such a catastrophic malfunction? Laforge: I think Captain Varley may have been right. There may be a design flaw. Riker: In a Galaxy Class starship? Laforge: Yes, sir. It's the most sophisticated piece of machinery ever built. Something could have been overlooked. Picard: Knowing where the flaw is located, can you isolate the problem and solve it? Laforge: We're already working on it, sir. Picard: Pull any personnel you can use. Troi: If we have established that the Romulans were not responsible for the destruction of the Yamato, would it not be prudent to withdraw? Picard: If it is a design flaw, we're better to stay where we are and give Geordi time to work on it. Or what happened to the Yamato could happen to us. Picard: Computer, access Captain Donald Varley's personal log. Search parameter. Locate entries containing words Romulan and or Iconia. Computer: Working. Varley: Personal log. It was kind of Doctor Ramsey to allow me to carry away my own little piece of legend from the archeological dig at Denius Three. My engineers have examined it, but are completely baffled by its technology. What was its purpose? I'm like a caveman confronted by a tricorder. I'm certain this device is Iconian, but how far had it traveled before it was abandoned on this alien world? Personal log. A galactic Rosetta stone. The starfields on the artifact were unintelligible until I took into account two hundred millennia of stellar drift. After that it was easy to pinpoint Iconia. My First Officer is questioning the wisdom of my order to violate the Neutral Zone, but I am convinced that I have taken the only proper course. Should this advanced technology fall into the hands of the Romulans, we might as well dock our ships and defend ourselves with sticks. Personal log. We've been spotted by a Romulan cruiser, but after playing hide and seek through several solar systems, I think I've managed to elude them. The Iconian probe scan. Was it an attempt at communication? If only I knew what we were dealing with here. Personal log. I'm unable to send an away team to the surface of Iconia, nor can I scan the energy source on the planet because of these maddening system failures. It's infuriating to be stopped at the threshold of a dream by one's own ship. We're leaving orbit to rendezvous with Picard. If his people can't help us repair the Yamato, I must convince him to continue this exploration. The future wellbeing of the Federation may well depend upon it. Computer: No further entries conforming to search parameters. Picard: Mister Data, there's a reference in Captain Varley's personal log to a probe that scanned the Yamato. Data: Aye, sir. We have a visual record. Picard: Put it on main viewer. Riker: What the devil is that? Picard: Have you seen anything like that before? Data: No, sir. It appears to be a scanner. Possibly a transmitter. Riker: Transmitting what? Data: Unknown, sir. Picard: Engineering. Laforge: La Forge. Picard: What progress on the matter-antimatter scan? Laforge: Everything continues to check out. I'm starting an analysis on the magnetic coils. Picard: When the Yamato was probed, where was she? Data: In orbit around a planet at coordinates two two seven mark three five nine, sir. Picard: ETA at warp factor eight? Data: Twelve hours sixteen minutes, sir. Worf: Sir, that would put us substantially close to the Romulan side of the Neutral Zone. Picard: That can't be helped. Ensign, lay in a course. Warp factor eight. Wesley: Aye, sir. Picard: We're going to assume the Yamato's mission. Riker: And risk a war? Picard: Perhaps prevent one. Picard: Come. Wesley: Sir, may I speak with you for a minute? Picard: Yes, of course. Well, what is it, Wesley? Wesley: It's about the Iconians, sir. I was told they were just a myth. Picard: China was thought to be only a myth until Marco Polo traveled there. No, the Iconians were certainly real. Sit down. We know that three systems within this sector had a number of cultural similarities. Similarities which could only be explained by there being a single unifying influence. Wesley: So they colonized those worlds? Picard: Probably conquered. Wesley: You mean they were warlike? Picard: Perhaps. Ancient texts did speak of 'Demons of Air and Darkness'. Wesley: Air and darkness? Picard: Legend has it that they traveled without the benefit of spaceships, merely appearing out of thin air on distant planets. Wesley: Sounds like magic. Picard: Well, we would appear magical to Stone Age people. Wesley: How did you find all this out? Picard: Archeology has been a hobby since Academy days. But why don't we talk about what really brought you here? Wesley: It's the Yamato, Captain. I can't stop thinking about her. All those people dead. I don't know how you and Commander Riker and Geordi, how you handle it so easily. Picard: Easily? Oh no, not easily. We handle it because we're trained to, as you will be. Tea, Earl Gray, hot. But if the time ever comes when the death of a single individual fails to move us Wesley: Didn't you order tea, sir? Picard: Now that should not have happened. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. As happened with our sister ship, the Enterprise is being to experience a series of system failures. So far they are random, but I fear they could be early symptoms of what happened to the Yamato. Picard: Engineering. Laforge: La Forge. Picard: Lieutenant Picard: Are you making any progress toward solving our problems? Laforge: Solving them, no sir, but I can eliminate one worry. It is not a design flaw. Laforge: I've been reviewing the Yamato's log, and I think maybe that alien probe had something to do with her problems. Picard: How? Laforge: I need to see the thing. Picard: If it was the probe, that explains the Yamato. But how do you account for the difficulties the Enterprise is experiencing? Laforge: I can't. Picard: Lieutenant, Are our problems likely to attain the seriousness of those on the Yamato? Laforge: If you're asking for speculation, I'd say yes, sir, they are. I need time. Picard: Mister La Forge, time is the one thing which we do not have in abundance. Picard: Analysis, Mister Data. Data: Scanning, sir. Picard: Well, Mister Data? Data: No life-form readings, sir. Worf: All major cities have been heavily damaged, and the pattern of destruction is that consistent with large-scale orbital bombardment. Picard: How long ago? Data: Approximately two hundred thousand years, sir. Worf: There is an energy source in the mountains of the smaller continent. Picard: Magnify. Riker: Is that Iconia? Picard: Captain Varley died believing that it was. Riker: Did you see that? Worf: Captain. Projectile launched from the planet's surface. Data: Its size and composition match the probe which scanned the Yamato, sir. Picard: Shields up. Prepare a tractor beam. Mister La Forge, I'm going to assist you in your research. A probe has been launched from Iconia. Picard: I'm going to capture it. Laforge: No, sir, wait! Captain! Captain! Laforge: Coming through! Laforge: Bridge! Laforge: Emergency stop! Laforge: Stop! Damn it! Worf: Tractor beam ready, sir. Riker: Geordi, are you all right? Laforge: Destroy the probe, sir. Quickly! Picard: Worf, target phasers. Worf: Phasers locked on target. Picard: Fire! Picard: Welcome to the Bridge, Mister La Forge. Laforge: Thank you, sir. If that thing had managed to scan us, we never would have had any chance of saving the Enterprise. Laforge: That probe was a transmitter sending an alien computer program. The same program that is currently aboard the Enterprise trying to rewrite our software in its own image. We have two completely incompatible computer systems trying to interact. Riker: So that's why the ship's instruments have become so erratic. Laforge: Yes. Picard: What can you do? Laforge: Not very much. The Iconian program is so sophisticated I may never understand it. Data: Consider, Captain, this program has entered an alien data base, ours, and in less than seven hours has managed to not only learn our systems, but has begun to reprogram our computer. Picard: And so the earlier probe was responsible for the Yamato's destruction? Laforge: Yes, but only in as much as it was the probe that transmitted the program. Riker: But we weren't scanned by that probe. How did this thing get aboard the Enterprise? Data: We downloaded the Yamato log, and contained in the log was the program. Picard: Why didn't we suffered the same fate? Laforge: The program affected all of the Yamato's systems simultaneously. But with us, it was deposited within a specific section of our mainframe, so it's having to work its way out from that location. That gives us a little breathing space. Riker: Not much. The injury reports are increasing too, sir. Data: Doctor Pulaski is unwilling to trust the turbolifts. She is sending medical teams through the access tunnels. Laforge: Captain, the Enterprise computer system is a lot like our own bodies with voluntary and involuntary system. Now, probably ninety percent of what happens on this ship is done automatically. Completely out of our control. We're sitting on a bomb that could go off any second, or maybe never. Pulaski: The biobeds aren't working? The ship is falling apart! I've had thirty-five emergency calls scattered across twelve decks. My trauma teams are being run ragged trying to respond. Biobeds! Medic: Doctor Pulaski. Pulaski: Yes. Medic: I've got a problem here. The knitter isn't working. Pulaski: Try a splint. Medic: Doctor? Pulaski: Splint. It's a very ancient concept. You take two flat pieces of wood or plastic, a bandage. The broken limb is kept immobile. Doctor: That's crazy, that's not practicing medicine. Pulaski: Oh yes, it is. It's a time honored way to practice medicine, with your head and your heart and your hands. So jump to it. Laforge: Damn! Data: Try a bypass on the shield control interface. Laforge: No go. Let me see if I can directly access the master program. Laforge: Data? Data: Yes? Laforge: What happened? Data: Any answer would be mere speculation. This is yet another example of how our actions have random results. Laforge: Thanks, Data. I noticed. Riker: Life support has failed on decks seven and thirteen, sir. Now what if this thing manages to rewrite our entire system? It's so far beyond us that we don't have a hope of understanding it, let alone controlling it. Our own ignorance could kill us. Picard: We may never reach that point. A variation of what happened to the Yamato might destroy us first. Riker: So we just sit here and watch our ship disintegrate around us? Picard: The probe was launched from Iconia, probably from an automated system. There may be records near the launch site that could help us find a solution. Riker: I'll arrange an away team. Picard: And I'll lead it. Riker: You will lead it? Picard: Yes. Riker: Sir, we've had this conversation a hundred times. Picard: And we will have it again, Number One. I have been studying the Iconians since I was a cadet. I have to be the one to go. The Enterprise is yours. Riker: For as long as she lasts. O'Brien: I've got a fix on the energy source, and for the moment this baby's working, but that could change in an instant. Picard: We're aware of the risks. Energize. O'Brien: Transport complete. Riker: Stay sharp, Mister O'Brien, I want to be able to pull them out of there at a moment's notice. O'Brien: Aye, sir. Wesley: Commander, Romulan vessel. Riker: Open hailing frequencies. Williams: They're arming photon torpedoes. Riker: Shields up! Go to Red Alert. Wesley: Sir, the shields aren't responding. Williams: They are preparing to fire photon torpedoes. Riker: Mister Crusher, I need those shields! Wesley: I'm trying, sir! Williams: They're firing. Riker: What happened? Williams: Instead of firing they suddenly disarmed and canceled. Riker: Fate protects fools, little children and ships named Enterprise. Lock phasers on the Romulans and hold your fire. Wesley: Sir, the shields are back up. Riker: Impeccable timing. Wesley: Sir, the shields are back down. Williams: Phaser banks are down. Wesley: Shields are back up. Troi: In another time and place this could be funny. Riker: Status of torpedo banks? Williams: They're down, too. Riker: In case it should become necessary to fight, could you arrange to find me some rocks to throw at them? Williams: Sir, the Romulan torpedoes are continuing to arm and disarm. Riker: Maybe its attempt to fire was unintentional. Open hailing frequencies. Williams: Open. Riker: Romulan vessel, this is Commander William Riker, First Officer of the USS Enterprise. Why did you attempt to fire on us? Taris: This is Sub-Commander Taris of the Haakona. Why have you penetrated deeper into the Neutral Zone? Riker: Why are you still here? Taris: I have claimed this planet for the Romulan Empire. Riker: This is the Neutral Zone. Nobody can claim anything. Taris: You will withdraw or I will be forced to destroy your ship and your away team. Riker: What the hell? Taris: This is your final warning, I will not Riker: Having a little trouble with your systems, Commander? Maybe we could consider postponing the war until we solve our more immediate problem? Taris: You're stalling for time. Wesley: Sir, another probe launched from the planet, heading toward the Romulans. Riker: Have we got our phasers back? Williams: No, sir. Riker: Taris, if you've got phaser capability, prepare use them now! Taris: What? Riker: Destroy that probe! Riker: And not even a thank you. Troi: Sub-Commander Taris is deeply frustrated, probably because her ship is as crippled as the Enterprise. Wesley: Why would the Romulans be experiencing problems? They weren't probed. Riker: They must have tapped into the Yamato log. Taris got a whole lot more than she bargained for. Maintain Red Alert. Try to keep those shields up in case Taris decides to act on her threat. Wesley: Commander, what about the away team? With the shields up, we can't beam them back. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. While there is little left on the surface of Iconia, we have found what appears to be a control center which seems to have remained intact. Worf: Come in, Enterprise. Still no response, sir. Picard: Keep trying them. Communications are bound to be erratic. Worf: I would not like to become a permanent resident of this planet. Picard: Nor would I, Mister Worf. Data: Scanners show no other life forms on the planet, sir. Picard: I would not expect any. Judging from the severity of bombardment, I doubt any Iconians survived. Well, Mister Data, let's see what sense we can make of this. Data: Aye, sir. Picard: This is very reminiscent of Dinasian. Data: Yes, sir. There are also similarities to Dewan and Iccobar. Picard: Is it possible that they could be branches of the same language family, beginning with Iconian? Data: It is, sir. Picard: Run a comparison using basic simple words from Dinasian, Dewan and Iccobar. See if we can reconstruct a common root language. Data: Accessing, sir. Riker: You're jumpy. Troi: The tension on the ship is very high. Riker: What's your recommendation? Troi: Give everyone something to do, somewhere to focus their attention. Riker: All right. Let's consider evacuation. Troi: To the planet? Riker: I know it's probably impossible with Taris sitting out there, but it would give everyone something to do. You go and organize it. Troi: But you might need me if you have to negotiate with Taris again. Riker: I'll manage. Right now, they're more important. Data: Captain, your original hypothesis is correct. Iconian is the parent tongue of a language family which consists of Iccobar, Dewan and Dinasian. I have constructed a basic working understanding through a comparison of common root words such as mother, father, child, home, tribe, food, life, death, yours, ours, mine Picard: Data, Data, Data. Data: You do understand, sir, that my interpretation of the symbols will not be exact? Picard: Yes. Let's get on with it. Data: This would appear to be manual override. Data: That was not manual override. Picard: Demons of Air and Darkness, indeed. Worf: What is that? Picard: A gateway? Worf: These scenes could be holographic images. Picard: Be careful. Picard: Data! That was very foolish. Data: But we have established that this is not a holograph. If I step through and investigate, we could determine whether it is truly a gateway. Picard: No, Data. You might not be able to get back, and I can't risk losing you. Worf: If it is not illusion, this gate would seem to take us beyond the confines of this planet. Picard: Is this how the Iconians traveled? Crossing light years as easily as we would cross a room? Those places could be on worlds in distant sectors of the galaxy. I think the Iconians might have out-foxed their enemies. Maybe they didn't all die in the bombardment. Some of them could have passed through this. This is what Varley feared. This is what he died for. Worf: Sir? Picard: The Romulans could use this technology as a weapon. Worf: Like the Iconians did. Data: No, I disagree. Captain, there is nothing in this room to indicate it was used as a military command center. Perhaps a transporter room? Worf: But the probe was hostile. Picard: We can't make that assumption. The effect on the Yamato was devastating, but what if it was by accident, not by design. What I'm going to say may sound unscientific, but standing on this soil, breathing in this air, my instincts tell me that we may have got them wrong. Worf: But we do know that the Iconians were conquerors. Picard: But that knowledge was passed down by the descendants of those who attacked this world. The victors invariably write the history to their own advantage. There is an unfortunate tendency in many cultures to fear what they do not understand. It's possible that their enemies, confronted with this technology, were driven to attack the Iconians out of fear. Worf: Sir! Worf: Was that really the Enterprise? Picard: I believe that it was. Gentlemen, we have a way home. Data: Captain, there is a vast underground power source which is controlled by this console. I believe my triggering of the gateway has caused a dramatic upsurge in power level. Ah, I have access. Picard: Data, can you hear me? Data, respond. Data: Captain. Worf: Are you all right? Data: No, I am damaged. Picard: How bad is it? Data: The Iconian program is attempting to rewrite my software. Physical manifestations, blindness, motor con Worf: Sir, without him we have no hope of deciphering the program. Captain, the Enterprise again. Picard: How long is the interval? Worf: About four minutes, if the cycle holds. Picard: The next time the Enterprise appears, go through it with Data. Geordi will be able to learn from him. Maybe help him. Worf: Sir, we have not yet established that that is truly a gateway. Picard: This will be the test. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Destroy the tricorder. Worf: Sir, it contains everything we've discovered up to this point. Picard: And that is precisely why it must be destroyed. How long? Worf: About three minutes. Picard: I'm running out of time. We all are. Data. Data, I have to destroy this. This control room and its technology must not be allowed to fall into Romulan hands. Data: I understand, sir. Picard: How! How do I do it? How do I destroy everything? The control room, the probes, all of it. Data: The power source, sir. Picard: I detonate it. But how? How do I do that? Data: The probes, sir. Picard: Probes? The probes. Launch? I launch the probes? But why? What's good will that do? Data: The doors, sir. Picard: Doors? Worf: Perhaps the probes are in a launch bay. Picard: And if the doors are closed, then the backwash from the rockets will spill into the power grids and there'll be an overload. Data: Yes, sir. Picard: But the doors will open automatically when the launch begins. And I will override. Data: Correct, sir. Picard: Which control keys? Damn. Of course, you can't see. Data: Help. Picard: Worf, help him up. Data: Describe, please. Picard: I'm standing directly in front of the gate. To my left there is a small triangular screen. Data: Right one meter. Picard: Right. Now, to my right is a larger triangular screen. The top is solid amber. To the left, red. Data: Correct. Key blue, amber, amber, red. Picard: That's the launch sequence? How do I override the doors? Data: Blue, blue, blue. Picard: I hope that's not a stutter. I don't know how long a delay there will be between the launch and the detonation. I'll hold keying the launch sequence until you're through the gate. How long until the Enterprise reappears? Worf: Almost time. Captain, you will be killed. Picard: I'll go through the gate. Worf: But where will you end up? Picard: Very shortly, anywhere will be preferable to this room. Mister Worf, I am depending on you. You must get Data back to the Enterprise. He may be their only hope. Worf: Aye, sir. Crewman: Commander! Look! Riker: Worf! What happened? Where's the Captain? Worf: We must take Data to Engineering. Hopefully the Captain will follow. Laforge: I don't know how to help him. But comparing recorded norms for Data to the current readings, it's clear that all his functions are just going crazy. If we had an expert, a Maddox, somebody, I Laforge: He's gone. Computer: Kandar qui. Kandar pro. Kandar kija. Kandar sis. Kandar exen. Laforge: Data! Riker: What the hell? Data: I am accessing. Laforge: The self-correcting mechanism. Data: Captain? Captain? Laforge: It's constantly kicking in to make minute adjustments in the positronic brain. Data: I am on the Enterprise. How did I get here? Riker: He cleared the Iconian program from his own system. How? Data: Iconia? I was on Iconia, now I am on the Enterprise. Riker: Geordi, this is critical. How? Laforge: Okay, give me a second to think. There was an incompatible program running through Data's system, so the mechanism started searching for a way to keep him alive. The solution. The solution was a shutdown and a total wipe of all affected memory. Data: Query. What have I forgotten? Riker: Can you do the same thing with the Enterprise? Laforge: I don't see why not, but it will have to be a complete shutdown. We turn her off, and effect a wipe of the Yamato log including every subsequent event since we downloaded it. I'll then be able to reload all the ship's programs from the protected archives in the main core. Riker: Geordi, if we shut down that means we're going to be bringing down the shields, and we're hanging nose to nose with a Romulan battle cruiser. Laforge: Hey, Commander, whether it's Romulan phasers or our own warp engines, we're just as dead. Riker: Make it so. Data: May I help? Computer: Kandar nien, kandar cobar, Computer: Kandar konyen. O'Brien: All systems functioning. Riker: Lock on the Captain, bring him back. O'Brien: Scanning, sir. Got him. Computer: Kandar jet, kandar se, kandar tor, kandar eir, kandar O'Brien: I've lost him! Riker: Damn it! O'Brien: Got him, sir. He's on the Romulan ship. Riker: How the hell? Taris: Go to your stations. You did this. You sabotaged my ship. Picard: Oh, no. Taris: I cannot deactivate the auto-destruct, but at least I have the satisfaction that you will die with us. Picard: Not, I think, today, Commander. Picard: Bridge, Picard. Data: Yes, Captain. Picard: Take us out of here. The Romulan ship is set to auto-destruct and they can't deactivate it. Riker: Wait, sir. Open hailing frequencies. O'Brien: Open, sir. Riker: Commander Taris, prepare to receive a transmission from our Chief Engineer. He'll instruct you how to purge your system. Taris: Agreed, Enterprise. Standing by. Data: Commander, your transmission has been received Data: And acknowledged. Riker: Now, Mister Data, warp speed, please. Just in case Taris's engineer is not as efficient as our Mister La Forge. Data: Aye, sir. Picard: Well, Number One, I can see why you want to keep the away missions to yourself. That's where the excitement is. So, what's been happening here? Same old routine, I suppose?

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 42625.4, We're entering orbit around the eighth planet in this previously unmapped Theta One Sixteen solar system. We diverted from our scheduled course when a passing Klingon cruiser reported discovering pieces of a strange vessel in the upper atmosphere of this planet. We have come to investigate. Laforge: Nasty. Nitrogen, methane, liquid neon. Surface temperature minus two hundred and ninety one degrees Celsius. Winds up to three hundred and twelve meters per second. Riker: Not exactly a vacation planet, eh? Laforge: Not unless you like ammonia tornadoes. But I have found indications of debris in an elliptical orbit. Riker: Keep me informed. The sooner we find out what the Klingons think they saw, the sooner we can get the hell out of here. Laforge: Sounds good to me. Nasty. Picard: Come. Picard: Fermat's last theorem. You're familiar with it? Riker: Vaguely. I spent too many math classes daydreaming about being on a starship. Picard: When Pierre de Fermat died they found this equation scrawled in the margin of his notes. X to the nth plus Y to the nth equals Z to the nth, where n is greater than 2, which he said had no solution in whole numbers. But he also added this phrase. Remarkable proof. Riker: Yeah, that's starting to come back to me. There was no proof included. Picard: For the eight hundred years people have been trying to solve it. Riker: Including you. Picard: I find it stimulating. Also, it puts things in perspective. In our arrogance we feel we are so advanced, and yet we cannot unravel a simple knot tied by a part-time French mathematician working alone, without a computer. Riker: Captain, we've detected some sort of debris in a loose orbit. Picard: Can you identify it? Riker: No, sir. I suggest we beam a section aboard for analysis. Picard: Make it so, Number One. Riker: We've locked onto something with markings on it. Picard: What sort of markings? Riker: Uncertain. Energize. Picard: We've got ourselves a puzzle, Number One. Riker: Yes sir. I think we have. Data: Analysis bears out that the object was definitely terrestrial in origin, dated mid twenty first century. Picard: No, no. No Earth ship of that time could have traveled out this far. Data: Nevertheless, that is what our tests indicate. And the markings we discovered are consistent with this hypothesis. Troi: Any indication of what destroyed it, Data? Data: That is even more significant than the object itself, Counselor. On several of its surfaces, the molecules seem to have disintegrated Riker: Disintegrated? How? Data: Almost as if they were hit by a weapon from our time. Picard: Curiouser and curiouser. Wesley: Captain, we've detected a large structure on the planet. Wesley: It's a building of some sort, situated on a plain of frozen methane, smack in the middle of a tremendous storm belt. Riker: I don't believe this. That structure is surrounded by breathable air. Picard: Is there any connection between that structure and the ship fragment we found? Laforge: Unknown, sir. Picard: Suggestions? Riker: Just one, sir. We could go down there and have a look. Picard: Breathable air. No life forms that might be dangerous. I think we could risk a minimal away team, Number One. O'Brien: Give me a moment, gents. We're dealing with an extremely narrow access point. Riker: Phasers on stun. Ready when you are. O'Brien: I believe we've got it now. You have a green light, Commander. Riker: Energize. Data: Those ammonia storms are less than a kilometer away, yet they do not appear to penetrate this breathable zone. Riker: It's like the eye of a hurricane. Worf: Commander, what is that? Riker: A door. Data: The structure must be here, yet we cannot see it. Riker: Enterprise, this is Commander Riker. Riker: As your read out shows, this is an unusual place. Riker: Completely calm, no sound, no movement, yet a few hundred meters away a storm is raging. Picard: Any information about the structure. Riker: Yes, sir. There is an antique revolving door. It could be an entrance. Picard: A revolving door? Number One, proceed with caution. Riker: Yes, sir. Riker: Well, this is what we came here for. Captain, we're entering. Picard: Enterprise to away team, come in. Laforge: We're receiving no signal at all from them, sir. Picard: Transporter room. lock on to the landing party. Beam them up. Laforge: We've got nothing to lock on to, sir. Riker: Riker to Enterprise. We've entered the structure. Riker to Enterprise, come in. Come in, Enterprise. Wesley: When they went through that antique doorway, the signal just disappeared, sir. Picard: What's causing the interference? Laforge: Unknown. Picard: Are they receiving us? Laforge: No. We're going to have to recalibrate all the frequencies to find one that'll work. Picard: Then do it. Data: Sir, without communication, we should beam up immediately. Riker: We're here, there's no danger. We'll look around then leave. Bellboy: Checking in, gentlemen? You'll have to go to the front desk. Riker: Very good. We'll start with that. Clerk: Welcome, gentlemen. Have a nice trip? Riker: Do you know us? Clerk: We've been expecting you. A trio of foreign gentlemen. Riker: Yes. We're from the United Federation of Planets. Clerk: Of course you are. Welcome to the Hotel Royale Bellboy: Excuse me. Did Rita call? Clerk: I'm busy. Bellboy: You're busy? This is my life I'm talking about here. Now did Rita call or not? Clerk: No, and for your own good you'd better quit thinking about Rita. Bellboy: I'm not afraid of Mickey D. Clerk: Then you're a fool. Anybody with any sense is afraid of Mickey D. Bellboy: If Rita calls, you let me know. Clerk: Kid's just asking for trouble. Rita's too much for him to handle, and Mickey D's going to plant his face in the pavement. Now, here are your room keys. And some complimentary casino chips. Enjoy. Worf: What is this place? How did a being like you get here? Clerk: Why, this is the Royale, of course. And my personal life is really none of your business, thank you. Riker: What he means is, what planet is this? Clerk: I beg your pardon? Riker: This planet. What do you call it? Clerk: Earth. What do you call it? Worf: We call it Theta Eight. Clerk: How charming. Data: Commander Riker: Yes, Data? Data: None of these people are emitting life signs. Worf: You mean they're not alive? Riker: Then what are they? Worf: These beings, are they machines, or mere illusions designed to deceive us? Data: Not illusion, Lieutenant. They do exist, but they do not register as either man or machine. Data: Take this creature, for example. He does not exhibit any DNA structure. Texas: Excuse me, son. Look who's talking. Man, you sound just like my ex-wife. All right. Time to get back to business! Data: What sort of business do you suppose he is getting down to? Picard: Status report. Wesley: We're attempting to employ alternate encoding schemes. Laforge: There could be hundreds of possible combinations. Picard: Is there an intelligence causing this interference? Laforge: That's impossible to tell, Captain. Picard: It's unlike Commander Riker not to follow procedure. When he lost contact with the Enterprise, he should have returned immediately to the beam down coordinates. Troi: I don't feel he's in any danger. In fact, if I could choose one word to assess his mood, it would be amused. Picard: Amused? Texas: Put some chips there, mister. Yes, sirree! You're new around here, aren't you? Data: Yes, sir. Texas: Sit down. I'm going to teach you how this game is played, boy. Go ahead. Ante up. Vanessa: He wants you to cut the cards. Data: Ah, is this poker? Texas: No, no, blackjack. Data: Blackjack. Accessing. Ah. Also known as twenty one, a number which defines the object of the game. Picture cards are worth ten, aces one or eleven, all other cards face value. Texas: Boy, you're right. You are right. Texas: Pretty smooth. Run 'em, boy. Make 'em nice and friendly. Vanessa: Twenty one, twenty one. Texas: Don't look at your hand, honey. That gal has got to win. Now, honey, you got fifteen and the dealer's showing ten. Vanessa: Do I hit, Texas, or do I stand? Texas: If you've got to win, you've got to hit. Vanessa: Hit me. Damn! Texas: Shoot. Hit me. Twenty one, and a winner. Yes, sirree. Data: Hit me. Another please. Texas: Do you think you've had about enough? Data: If the objective of the game is to approach a total of twenty one points, I will definitely need another card. Vanessa: Yeah. Texas: Boy, you have got the brass. Do you know what the odds are on a five card charlie? Hell, you're just throwing your money away. Data: Hit me. Texas: How'd you? Shut my mouth. Hey, you're not one of them card counting fellas, are you? Data: The number of the cards and their values remain quite constant. What would be the purpose in counting them? Vanessa: Yeah. Riker: Having fun, Data? Data: Fun, sir? While there is a certain amount of enjoyment involved, I am mainly conducting research into Riker: Save it. We're getting out of here. Data: Understood, sir. Texas: Guys, you're holding up the game. Riker: Our apologies, sir. Texas: I'll watch your chips. Data: Thank you, sir. Texas: Hey. The hat. Data: Sorry, sir. Texas: Deal them up. Picard: Progress? Wesley: We've accessed the range of encoding scheme alternates. The difficulty is in the frequency range. The interference is highly variable. Laforge: See, the problem may be with the envelope covering the structure. There are hydrogen-carbon helix patterns throughout. Picard: Any transmissions are simply scattered and refracted at random. No wonder you can't get through. Laforge: Exactly. Picard: Those are some fairly aggressive computations, Lieutenant. Laforge: I'm comparing the molecular integrity of that bubble against our phasers. Picard: Is penetration possible? Laforge: I don't know just yet. It may be an option. I'd like to run this test. Picard: Make it so. Riker: Let's try that again. Riker: Let's find another way out of here. Data: Excuse me. Excuse me. Aside from the main door, is there another exit I might use? Data: Excuse me? Riker: Excuse me. Say, I was wondering if you could tell me Riker: There's a good deal of structural integrity, Worf. Worf: Permission to use phaser, sir. Riker: Granted. Data: Sir, I can find no other exits. I believe we are trapped here. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We remain in orbit around Theta Eight, still out of contact with the away team. Laforge: We're almost there, Captain. We'll be able to attempt contact in a few minutes. Troi: Captain, the situation down there has changed. Picard: In what way? Troi: Commander Riker has become tense. Closed in, he's feeling trapped. Worf: Phasers are totally ineffective on all surfaces. Data: Sir, our options appear quite limited. Riker: We don't have any. If we're going to get out of here, we're going to have to do it on our own. I'm going to get some answers out of that desk clerk. Clerk: Are you crazy? Bellboy: Wrong. I'm finally getting some smarts. Clerk: You think you're going to scare Mickey D with that gun? Bellboy: I'm going to make him leave Rita alone. Clerk: Kid, she's a big girl, and she's Mickey D's girl. Bellboy: Not any more. Not after tonight. Clerk: Look, kid. I like you. I don't want to see you get hurt, especially over some dame Bellboy: Don't call her that. You'll see. You'll see how tough Mickey D is. He's nothing. Riker: I want some answers. Clerk: I'm sure the concierge will be delighted Riker: We would like to get out of here. Now. Clerk: The Royale's exits are clearly marked. Riker: That's not good enough. Clerk: If you have a complaint about the service you've received during your stay here, you can always take it up with the manager. Riker: Fine. I'd like to see him, immediately. Clerk: I'm afraid the manager is very busy. Picard: Riker, can you read me? Riker: Yes. Riker: There's a good deal of interference, but you are getting through. Picard: Number One, why haven't you left that building? Riker: We tried, sir. It seems like we're trapped here. We're in no immediate danger Riker: But I am concerned. Picard: Something about your location is interfering with communication. We are working on the problem. Riker: Standing by, sir. Wesley: Captain, these frequencies are unstable. Picard: Then find others. Wesley: Yes, sir. Picard: What is going on down there? Data: Commander, I am picking up something most unusual in another section of this structure. It appears to be human DNA. Riker: Where? Data: Thirty one point nine meters above and to the right of us. Worf: Perhaps those turbolifts could take us there. Worf: Seems to be malfunctioning. Data: The reading I received is from behind this door, sir. Data: My reading is intensifying, sir. Riker: Are you getting any life signs? Data: None, sir. Data: Definitely human. Male. Riker: Looks like the poor devil died in his sleep. Worf: What a terrible way to die. Data: He has been dead for two hundred and eighty three years, sir. The lack of any advanced decomposition is due to the sterile environment. Riker: Why would anyone go to all this trouble? It's just window dressing for a dead man. Worf: Commander. Data: Is this significant, sir? Riker: American. Data: Fifty two stars sir. Places it between 2033 and 2079 AD. It correlates with the debris we found. Colonel S. Richey. Rest in peace, Colonel. Picard: Picard to Riker. Riker: Finally. Riker. Go ahead. Riker: You're coming through clearly now. Picard: What's your situation? Riker: This structure was apparently made to resemble twentieth century Earth. All efforts to exit have failed. Picard: We haven't found a way to transport you back yet. Riker: I assumed as much, sir. We've also located the remains of a human. Request identity scan. Colonel Richey. American. First initial S. Roughly the same time period. Picard: Do it. Worf: Commander. Some curiosities. Riker: Books. A novel. Hotel Royale? Summarize, please. Wesley: Information retrieved, Captain Picard: Number One? Riker: Go ahead, Captain. Picard: We have the information you requested. Colonel Stephen Richey was the commanding officer of the explorer ship Charybdis Picard: Which had a terrestrial launch date of July 23rd, 2037. It was the third manned attempt to travel beyond the confines of the Earth's solar system. Picard: Its telemetry failed. It was never heard from again. Do you believe that you've discovered the remains of Colonel Richey? Riker: Yes. And Captain, Riker: We've found something else. A novel by Todd Matthews, entitled Hotel Royale, which is the name of this structure. Data. Data: Captain, this is the story of a group of compulsive gamblers caught up in a web of crime, corruption and deceit. Data: It is told by nefarious lothario Mickey D, who appears only at the climax to carry out the cold-blooded murder of the hotel bellboy. Data: There is also a subplot about an older man conspiring with a younger woman to murder her husband. She is squandering her inheritance. Riker: Captain, this novel and everything Data just described Riker: Seems to be exactly what's happening at this hotel. Picard: Extraordinary. Riker: There's also one other thing, a diary with only Riker: Obviously made by Colonel Richey. Picard: Can you read it? Riker: Yes. I write this in the hope that it will someday be read by human eyes. I can only surmise at this point, but apparently our exploratory shuttle was contaminated by an alien life form which infected and killed all personnel except myself. Riker: I awakened to find myself here in the Royale Hotel, precisely as described in the novel I found in my room. Riker: And for the last thirty eight years I have survived here. I have come to understand that the alien contaminators created this place for me out of some sense of guilt, presuming that the novel we had on board the shuttle about the Hotel Royale was in fact a guide to our preferred lifestyle and social habits. Obviously, they thought this was the world from which I came. Riker: I hold no malice toward my benefactors. They could not possibly know the hell they have put me through. Riker: for it was such a badly written book, filled with endless cliché and shallow characters. I shall welcome death when it comes. Picard: I understand, Number One. Now we know why all that is there. Picard: Why can't you get out? Picard: Number One. Riker: Yes, sir. Picard: Lieutenant La Forge has a thought. He believes we can phaser a slice in the field Picard: Surrounding the structure. Riker: That means the atmosphere of the planet would instantly rush in. Data: Our projected survival would be approximately twelve seconds. Pulaski: Correct. The cryogenic process would be nearly instantaneous. Riker: But I assume you could revive us? Pulaski: Yes. Pulaski: In theory. Picard: You must understand, Number One Picard: We'll wait here for months if necessary. We're just considering options. Riker: If you're trying to motivate us to find Riker: Our own way out of here, you've succeeded, Captain. Worf: Yes? There is a female voice asking if we want room service. Data: I believe she is asking if we want the room cleaned. Riker: Tell her no. Worf: No. Riker: What did she say? Worf: She said the kitchen will be open twenty four hours if we change our minds. Riker: We're going to explore the rest of the hotel. We'll keep a comm. line open. You two go down to the lobby and see if there's anything that we've missed. You talk to the guests and try to find out who or what they are. I'll check out the rest of the floors. Picard: Computer, locate and display the text of the novel entitled Hotel Royale by Todd Matthews. Computer: Accessing. Picard: If the cause of the difficulties is in the novel, we may find the solution within its pages. Ah. 'It was a dark and stormy night'. It's not a promising beginning. Troi: It may get better. Data: I suggest we separate and blend in with these beings. Casual queries, offered inconspicuously, may prove fruitful. Vanessa: I need a four. Give me a four. Texas: Oh, shoot. Vanessa: How much do I have left here? Texas: Honey, now you know it's bad luck to count your chips at the table. Vanessa: Yeah? Data: Excuse me, sir. Might I inquire, where are you from? Texas: Lubbock, Texas. Data: And how did you get here? Texas: To Vegas? Drove my car. I got a ninety one Caddy with only eighty thousand miles on it. Data: Where is your automobile now? Texas: Out front, I suppose. What the hell difference does it make? Data: Could you take me there? Vanessa: Hit me. I'm losing my shirt. Texas: Son, why would I want to do that? Can't you see I'm trying to to help this little lady? Data: I believe you are trapped inside the Royale, just as I am. Texas: Sure does seem that way when you're losing, don't it? We're just trying to turn this lady's wagon around, and win back some lost change. Otherwise she's in a desperate situation and she's got nowhere to turn. Well, almost nowhere. Vanessa: I stay, right? Texas: I wouldn't. Data: The odds favor standing pat. Vanessa: What do I do? Texas: Do you want a card or what? Vanessa: Hit me. Too many. I've almost lost it all. What am I going to do? Texas: There, there, there, there, there. Riker: What did you find? Word: Nothing. Clerk: Rita just called. Bellboy: She did? What did she say? Clerk: It was kind of hard to tell. She was crying. Bellboy: Crying? Damn. Mickey D thinks he can treat people any way he wants. Well, that's all over now. Mickey D: You were told. Bellboy: It's not for you to make the call. It's for Rita. Mickey D: She sent me to tell you. Clerk: Okay, boys. Look, we can't afford to have any trouble in here. Why don't you just take this outside. Mickey D: Yeah, I like that. Come on, baggage man. Mickey D: Let's you and me take it outside. Bellboy: When I was a kid, I used to look up to you guys. The suit, the fancy shoes. I really thought that made you somebody, but you're nobody. She could make something out of her life Troi: I don't believe this dialogue. Did humans really talk like that? Picard: Not in real life. Remember, everything that's going on down there is taken from what Colonel Richey calls a second-rate novel. Bellboy: Like Rita. She could do something with her life. She could be somebody if she only had the chance. Troi: With your permission, sir. Mickey D: She is somebody. She's my girl. Bellboy: You got her on the stuff. That's the only reason she stays with you. Because you feed her sickness. Bellboy: You got to let me help her. Mickey D: Well why don't we just go outside and talk about it? Clerk: Just watch yourself. Bellboy: Don't worry. Riker: It's all part of the novel. Don't interfere. Mickey D: You should have listened to me, kid. No woman's worth dying for. Killing for, not dying for. Riker: Riker to Enterprise. Picard: Yes, Number One. Riker: A bizarre incident just took place. Picard: The shoot-out between the bellboy and Mickey D. Riker: Yes, and Mickey D just walked out the door. How did he do that? Picard: It's on page 244. Riker: In the novel. Right. How does it end? Picard: A bad love affair ends in a bloody shoot-out, the hotel gets bought out, and life goes on, such as it is. Riker: The hotel gets bought? By whom? Picard: It isn't specific. It simply refers to foreign investors. Sale price, twelve point five million United States Picard: They return home, leaving the assistant manager in charge. Riker: Captain, that's how we're getting out. We're buying this place. Data: It is all a question of probabilities. Quite simple, really, if one bets with any sequential consistency. Riker: Elaborate. Data: The combinations totalling seven or eleven have considerable value when achieved on the primary attempt. With eight variations possible to create those totals, the likelihood of those totals occurring is not significant. However Riker: Okay, okay. Can you do it? Data: I believe so, sir. Texas: Eight's a point. Eighter from Decatur. Candy see the wise. Do it, do it. Texas: Oh. Snake eyes. Data: Single digits on each cube are not at all desirable. Vanessa: You're almost broke. Texas: Relax, honey. It's only money Vanessa: Yeah, but if you lose it all, I won't even have a place to sleep. Texas: Don't worry your little head, honey. I'd never let that happen. Go babe, let's go. Here they come, babe. Croupier: Seven. You're out. Texas: You're turn, Slick. Riker: Go to work. Texas: Maybe this turkey'll bring us some luck. Croupier: Six. Six is your number. Texas: Hell, my blind grandmother can make a six. Come on, boy, roll 'em. Riker: I thought seven and eleven had value. Data: Actually, six is a valid point. Of course, now the objective is to roll a duplicate six before hitting seven. Riker: But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven. Data: There is a certain degree of random fortune involved. I believe that is why they call it gambling. Vanessa: Yeah. Croupier: Seven. Seven away. Next shooter. Vanessa: So much for your new turkey. Texas: Give Slick another shot. I got a feeling about you, boy. Data: Commander, these cubes are improperly balanced. I believe their final resting position would be Riker: Can you repair them? Data: I believe so. I will make another attempt. Data: Baby needs a new pair of shoes. Texas: Eleven! Attaboy! Do that a few more times and we're all gonna get well! Croupier: Seven, a winner. Texas: And another one. Keep going, boy. We got a hot one. Let's go. Let's go. Riker: Double 'em up. Here we go. Texas: Keep 'em rolling, boy. Keep rolling. Seven, a winner. Picard: Status, Number One. Riker: Rather a nice run of luck, Captain. Picard: Don't get out of character, Commander. Riker: Sir? Picard: The foreign investors in the book are described as flamboyantly generous. Riker: Yes, sir. I understand. Texas: Seven, look at that. Vanessa: Oh, Tex, darlin', you're brilliant! Texas: Yeah. And I'm good lookin' too, huh? Worf: Isn't that enough? Riker: No. Don't want to come up short. You are keeping count? Data: Yes, sir. Twelve point three million. Perhaps I will bet seven hundred thousand. Riker: No, bet it all. Data: But sir, the sale price of this edifice is twelve point five million. Riker: We need some spreading around money, Data. Data: Sir? Riker: Bet it all. Riker: There you go. A little something for you, Ziggy. A little something for those cocktail waitresses. Why don't you run this outside, give it to the parking lot attendants. Clerk: You're very kind, sir. Riker: Here you go, Vanessa. A little something for you, too. Vanessa: Thank you. Riker: When the train comes in, everybody rides. Texas: Yeah, and I'm getting off at this station. After eighteen passes, the air gets a little too thin for this country boy. I'm betting against you, fella. Vanessa: Are you nuts? Data: I do not believe that is a prudent choice, sir. Texas: Hey, that's what horse racing's about. Roll 'em, boy. Croupier: Seven, a winner. Clerk: The man has the touch. Texas: You knew you were going to throw that seven, didn't you? You just let me go down the tube. Data: I tried to caution you, sir. Texas: What was it? I mean, was it personal, or what? Because I didn't show you my car? Riker: Now. Data: I wish to cash in, sir. Clerk: I'm afraid you've broken the bank. Riker: Just take twelve point five million, the purchase price of this hotel. Spread the rest around. Clerk: You're the foreign investors. Riker: That's right. We just bought this place, lock, stock, and barrel. Consider it a done deal. Texas: I like you fellas. You got style. Let me buy you guys a drink. Riker: Just enjoy the game. Don't let them change the dice on you. Texas: You got it. Riker: Enterprise, this is the away team. We're clear of the structure. Riker: Three to beam up. Picard: Time to come home now, Number One. Transporter room, we have a fix on the away team. Beam them up. Picard: Come. Riker: Sir. Picard: Welcome back, Number One. Riker: Very strange experience. Puzzling. I still can't comprehend how Colonel Richey's vessel could have traveled out that far. Not on it's own, at any rate. Picard: Perhaps they were brought here by whoever created that make-believe world down there. It's possible they didn't know how fragile the humans aboard actually were. Only one of them survived. Riker: None of it makes any sense. Picard: Like Fermat's theorem, it's a puzzle we may never solve.

Riker: Come on in. Riker: Excellent. Exactly what I need. Ah, Mister Worf. And the good Doctor, bearing gifts. Pulaski: Ale from Ennan Six. Your omelets deserve no less. Data: This is not an efficient method for the preparation of sustenance. Riker: No, you're right, Data. The ship's computer would be more efficient, but it wouldn't allow for the subtlety needed for great cooking. It would give you all of the ingredients in pre-determined measurements, but wouldn't allow for flair or individuality. And Data, as we both know, flair is what marks the difference between artistry and mere competence. Pulaski: For much of the history of mankind, the breaking of bread was a symbol of friendship and community. Something we have gotten away from in the twenty-fourth century. Pulaski: Ah, you have a practiced hand, Commander. Riker: Yes, I have my father to thank. Pulaski: Your father liked to cook? Riker: No, he hated it. That's why he left the chore to me. Worf: It is my understanding that in most human families, the woman shares in the cooking. Riker: There were only the two of us. I never knew my mother. She died when I was very young. Laforge: Where did you get these eggs? Riker: On our last stop. Laforge: At Starbase Seventy Three? Riker: Yes. Laforge: What kind of eggs did you say these were? Riker: Owon. For you, Data, something special. Don't be afraid. They won't bite you. And for you, Mister Worf. Riker: A cook's only as good as his ingredients. Worf: Delicious. Picard: Number One. Riker: Go ahead. Picard: I would appreciate you joining me on the Bridge. Riker: Right away, sir. Picard: Number One, we've picked up an automated signal from a Federation shuttlecraft. Riker: A shuttlecraft? How's that possible? I thought we were the only manned Federation vessel out here. Picard: Apparently not. Riker: What's a shuttlecraft doing out this far? Where's its mother ship? Worf: Sensors indicate there is at least one life form on board the shuttle, sir. Humanoid. Picard: Perhaps someone to answer your questions, Number One. Open hailing frequencies. Worf: Communication is not possible, sir. The shuttle is without power. Riker: Set course to intercept. Data: Estimate intercept in three minutes. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 42679.2. While en route to the Endicor system, we have encountered a Federation shuttlecraft, which seems to have appeared out of nowhere. There are no indications of where it came from or how it got out here. Worf: We are closing on shuttlecraft, sir. Picard: Thank you, Lieutenant. On screen. Riker: Magnify. Riker: Prepare to lock on tractor beam. Data: Target vehicle. We will be within tractor beam range in two seconds. Riker: Set automatic locking device. Alert Shuttlebay two. Data: Shuttlebay two, prepare for retrieval procedure. Data: Locking tractor beam. Picard: Number One. Riker: You're with me, Mister Worf. Picard: Doctor Pulaski, you are needed in Shuttlebay two. Pulaski: I've been monitoring. I'm on my way. Data: Engage secondary tractor beam. Riker: It's a Federation shuttlecraft, all right. Worf: Yet there are no Federation bases or vessels in this area. Riker: NCC one seven zero one D USS Enterprise, shuttlecraft five. Riker: NCC one seven zero one D USS Enterprise shuttlecraft five. Worf: How is this possible? Pulaski: Commander, come here! Riker: Captain? Picard: Yes, Number One. Riker: Are you on the Bridge? Picard: Where else would I be? Riker: Well. right now I think you should be in Shuttlebay two. Picard: Why? What is it? Riker: This I think you should see for yourself. Bring Commander Data. Picard: Condition? Pulaski: The life signs are very confusing. His heartbeat is strong, but the pulse is off. Picard: Is he injured? Pulaski: There's no signs of trauma. Picard: Why is he unconscious? What happened to him? Pulaski: I can't say. The readings of his brain waves are very strange. Picard: Strange? In what way? Non-human? Artificial? Pulaski: No, neither. They're just out of phase. Picard: Can you revive him? Pulaski: I wouldn't even attempt it till we get him into Sickbay. Come on, let's get him back. Picard: Counselor? Troi: I have never felt anything quite like this before, so it's difficult to put into words. That person is you. Picard: No. Troi: He is as much Jean-Luc Picard as the person I am standing next to. Beyond that, there is very little I can be sure of. I will have to wait until he regains consciousness before knowing more. Picard: Data, I need to know what's on the shuttle's logs. Data: Yes, sir. Data: Captain, both primary and reserve power has been drained from the shuttle. I am going to have to connect to the Enterprise in order to activate the shuttle's systems. Riker: Geordi Riker: Report to Shuttlebay two immediately. Laforge: I'm on my way. Picard: I'll be in Sickbay. Keep me informed. Riker: Captain, seen this? Picard: Looks like the damage caused by an antimatter explosion. Riker: It must have been just out of range of the shuttlecraft. Picard: Data, I need those logs. Counselor. Riker: We'll be on the Bridge. Lieutenant. Riker: Resume course and speed. Scanners at maximum range. Worf: Maximum range. Laforge: There you go. You should have power now. Laforge: What happened? Data: The polarity is not compatible. Laforge: That's not possible. The connection's idiot proof. Data: The power requirements of the shuttle do not match those of the Enterprise. We will need a variable phase inverter, to align the power from the Enterprise to the circuits of the shuttle. Laforge: Data, what do you think is going on here? I don't mean just with the shuttle, I mean everything. Data: I do not have enough information. Pulaski: I'm just starting a complete medical work-up. His vital signs are distorted. Some of the indicators are totally depressed, others are fluctuating wildly. I can't explain any of it. But he is alive. The restraints are for his own protection. Picard: Have you been able to determine why he's still unconscious? Pulaski: No. but I have been able to rule out any head injury. Picard: Wake him. Picard: What happened? Pulaski: Apparently, the normal stimulant had the opposite effect. I'll have to try something else. Laforge: All right, Data. I think I've got it now. That ought to give you something. Making this power adjustment is very tricky. By all rights, this connection should blow all the shuttle's circuits. Data: Perhaps you had better step out of the way. Laforge: All right, but remember, you're not indestructible yourself, you know. Data: Increase the power. Laforge: Powering up. Data: Adjust the invert two percent positive. Laforge: Two percent positive. It's the right decision, but it's having the opposite effect. Data: Yes. Laforge: I don't understand. I can't think of anything that would cause the circuit to change so radically. Data: Adjust the invert two percent negative. Laforge: Okay. Two percent negative. That's it. It shouldn't work, but it does. Hey, Data. Take a look at the stardate. 42679.5. Captain. Picard: Go ahead. Laforge: Captain, we've been able to reactivate the shuttle, and the on-board clock indicates that the shuttle is Laforge: Six hours in front of us. Captain, do you read me? If the shuttle's from six hours into the future, then so is the other Captain Picard. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Part of the mystery has been solved. The reason there are two number five shuttlecrafts is because one of them is from the future. Six hours, to be exact. And so, presumably, is the facsimile of me. Picard: Try to wake him, again. Picard: No! Pulaski: It's a only a sedative. Picard: I know what it is. Don't sedate him. Let him be. Please. Let him to remain conscious. Pulaski: I have never seen anything like this. Are you all right? Picard: I'm fine, Doctor. Save your ministrations for your patient. I want a staff meeting in five minutes. Doctor, I assume you will want to remain here. Pulaski: Yes, I will monitor the conference from here. Picard: Keep me informed of any changes, no matter how small. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. I've been informed that Mister Data has recovered the logs from the duplicate shuttlecraft. I am more than apprehensive to play back a log which will not be recorded for several hours. Laforge: Captain, we've retrieved all we are going to get from the shuttle logs, including the last visual records. Everything before that is just a jumble. Picard: Show me. Laforge: The distortion is because we had to use a phase inverter to retrieve the logs. The quality will improve slightly. Data: According to the shuttle log, the Enterprise was destroyed three hours nineteen minutes from now. Laforge: Captain, we have a portion of the last log entry. It's audio only. Picard: Captain's personal log, supplemental. I have just witnessed the total destruction of the USS Enterprise with a loss of all hands, save one. Me. Laforge: All attempts to obtain further information from the shuttle have failed. Riker: Well, at least now we have something to go on. Laforge: I just don't understand how you could have ended up in a shuttlecraft while the Enterprise was being destroyed. Worf: Nor I. The last thing you would do is leave the Bridge of the Enterprise during an emergency. Picard: Yes. All right, let's proceed on the premise that what we have just seen happened, and that in less than four hours from now, the Enterprise will be destroyed, and somehow, although this is unfathomable, I and I alone escape. Discussion. Riker: Our destination is the Endicor system. We're due to arrive in three days. The charts show nothing of consequence, certainly nothing to threaten the Enterprise, between here and there. Worf: Sensors indicated no other vessels, Federation or otherwise, in this area. Picard: Data? Data: I have nothing to offer. There is not enough information upon which to base a hypothesis. Laforge: Well, the shuttle apparently came from somewhere up ahead, so Rather than continuing on this course, maybe we should stop here and let whatever is out there come to us. Riker: We may already be too late. Laforge: What are you saying? That stopping, turning right or left, or even reversing our course, would be pointless? Riker: When we brought the shuttle and the other Picard on board, we committed to a sequence of events which may be unalterable. Picard: Yes, this is not a rock on the trail which once seen can easily be avoided. This is much more complex. Worf: There is the theory of the moebius. A twist in the fabric of space where time becomes a loop from which there is no escape. Laforge: So, when we reach that point, whatever happened will happen again. The Enterprise will be destroyed, the other Picard will be sent back to meet with us and we do it all over again. Sounds like someone's idea of hell to me. Riker: Well, I know this much. We can't avoid the future. Picard: Agreed. So let's continue on course. Somewhere out there something will happen. A decision will be made during the course of which, I will be separated from the Enterprise. At the time, the decision will seem to be correct, but it won't be. We have to anticipate and not make, not make the same mistake once. Something is waiting for us out there. Let's try and determine what it is, as quickly as possible. Picard: Doctor? Pulaski: I'm just beginning to realize just how much of the body is held together by its own internal clock. He was thrown out of time, which caused his body systems to change their rhythm. Now, slowly, as we get closer to the time he left, his internal body clock is realigning. Picard: You're saying that when our time intersects with the time he left, in that instant he will function normally and, and there will be two of us. Pulaski: Right now, that is my guess. Picard: Doctor, I don't think that's possible. Troi: I'm able to feel much more from him now, Captain. His emotions are still a jumble, but Picard: Counselor? Troi: He desperately wants to leave this ship. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We continue on course to Endicor. We are now less than two hours away from our rendezvous with ourselves. Riker: Worf. Worf: Maximum scan. Nothing unusual to report. Riker: If this timetable is correct, we could get an indication of something very soon. Pulaski: Bridge, this is Sickbay. Picard: Yes, Doctor. Pulaski: Captain, my patient is more coherent. Picard: I'm on my way. You have the Bridge, Number One. Picard: How is he? Pulaski: His vital signs are more normal. Which is to say, more like ours. He is calmer. Picard: He's aware of me. Pulaski: Perhaps, in some fashion. Picard: But he knows where he is, who's here with him. Pulaski: I doubt it. Picard: What went wrong? You know, don't you? What did you do? What happened? Why did you leave the ship? Don't turn away. Look at me. Picard! Look at me! Troi: Captain, he doesn't understand you. Picard: He knows I'm here. Troi: Yes, but in a nightmare of disjointed images and half-heard voices. He's in another dimension, looking at us across a great chasm. And he's feeling remorse at what he has witnessed. He's afraid. Picard: What is he afraid of? Damn you. Help me! Why did you leave the ship? Troi: It's no use, Captain. He can't answer you. Pulaski: When we get closer to his time, he may be able to. Picard: Are you still convinced he's me? Troi: Yes, but you're not convinced. Picard: Not in the slightest. Except for his features, there is nothing about him that I find familiar. Counselor, I want you to stay with him. He will be able to communicate with you before any on else. Pulaski: I don't know how long anyone could take this kind of anxiety state. There has to be a breaking point. Troi: I think he's handling it very well. Pulaski: He has a lot of anger. Troi: Yes, because of what he represents. Pulaski: And what is that? Troi: Doubt. He's afraid that seeing him here and knowing what happened to the Enterprise will make him timid, or worse, make him to hesitate. Pulaski: Part of my job is to anticipate problems. My duty is to the Captain, but first to the ship and its crew. Troi: Doctor, the Captain is quite capable of command decisions. Pulaski: Yes, for now. But this situation has put him under extreme pressure of a unique and very personal kind. We both know that pressure will only increase. You said yourself that he already has doubt. Troi: Which is understandable, and healthy. Pulaski: And could be potentially paralyzing. If we begin to see signs that he's acting in an irrational manner, I have the authority and the duty to relieve him. Troi: I don't think that will be necessary. Pulaski: I hope you're right. Picard: What force or phenomenon could cause the shuttle to be thrown back in time? Riker: None that we've encountered. In theory, accelerating beyond warp ten. Picard: Using the gravitational pull of a star to slingshot back in time. Is that what happened here? Riker: The shuttle doesn't have warp capability. Picard: No. So some external force was needed. Riker: We've never encountered a natural force that powerful. Why only six hours? Why not a day? Or a year? Picard: Are you saying there was some conscious mind at work here? Riker: There's no evidence either way. Picard: The Traveler moved through time using the power of his mind. Riker: I don't think that's the case here. Picard: No. And Manheim's experiments with gravity and time were rudimentary, and uncontrollable. Riker: Captain, I think this is one instance where you should suppress your natural tendencies. Picard: Oh, really? Riker: One of your strengths is your ability to evaluate the dynamics of a situation, and then take a definitive pre-emptive step, take charge. Now, you're frustrated because you not only can't see the solution, you can't even define the problem. Picard: Go on. Riker: What we're facing is neither a person nor a place. At least not yet. It's time. Picard: You're saying I should just sit down, shut up and wait. Riker: I wouldn't have put it exactly like that. Picard: Not something I do easily. Riker: Your Persian flaw. Picard: Yes, perhaps it is. Worf: Captain to the Bridge. Picard: Report. Worf: This energy vortex has just appeared beneath us. There was no warning. Riker: Well, at least the waiting's over. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We have apparently intersected with something. Data: It is similar to our tractor beam, sir, only much more powerful. Laforge: Bridge, this is Lieutenant La Forge. Riker: Bridge. Laforge: The pull on the Enterprise is steady. I'm having to hold the warp engines at thirty percent in order to maintain our present position. Picard: Transfer Engine control to the Bridge. Laforge: On my way, Captain. Troi: Captain, there is a consciousness here. Not thought, more like instinct. Picard: What do you think, Number One? Riker: I think we're being probed. Data: The beam is coming from the center of the vortex. Sensors show it to be only a mass of energy. Picard: What is it trying to learn? Troi: I think it's trying to determine if we are a life force. Picard: We'll stay and investigate. Riker: Agreed. Picard: Unless that was the mistake. Staying too long. Riker: Possibly. Picard: We should go now. Riker: Well Picard: That would be the prudent move. I never thought I'd hear myself saying something like that. Riker: Under the circumstances, sir, I think you're right. Picard: But you would rather stay and find out what it is? What is its intent? Laforge: Engineering, transfer to Bridge. Picard: Mister La Forge. Laforge: Sir. Picard: Try and take us out of here. Maximum warp. Laforge: Aye, sir. I've set the velocity at warp nine. Picard: Engage. Laforge: Warp engines are at ninety one percent. Picard: Put it to the wall, Mister La Forge. Laforge: Aye, sir. Laforge: I can't hold it. Riker: Captain, the engines can't handle the strain. Picard: All stop. Picard: Mister La Forge. Laforge: I'm re-engaging warp engines, Captain. Picard: Status? Worf: All decks have reported. No damage. No injuries. Laforge: Captain, the hold on the Enterprise is still very strong. I'm having to hold at warp seven just to maintain our position. Picard: Everything we do tightens its grip. Let's see what we can learn. Launch a Class one probe. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Mister Worf Picard: That was personal. Laforge: Captain, the power drain needed to hold this position is enormous. Picard: How long can you maintain it? Laforge: Just a few minutes and then we're going to have to shut down again. Pulaski: Captain some kind of energy Pulaski: Just surrounded my patient. Picard: Is he still alive? Pulaski: Yes Riker: Arm the photons, Mister Worf. Lock on the center of the vortex. Worf: Photon torpedoes locked on target. Picard: Hold for my order. Riker: Like a rag in a dog's mouth. Laforge: I am now at maximum warp. Troi: It's you, Captain. It was the entire ship, but now it has focused its attention entirely on you. Laforge: Captain, I can't hold it any longer. If we don't shut down right now, we are going Picard: Hold this position. Counselor, if I were to leave the Enterprise, would its attention still be focused on me? Troi: Yes. I think it would. Riker: You'd never survive. Picard: But in those few seconds, the Enterprise might break free. That's what he, that's what the other Picard must have thought. Riker: Captain, where are you going? Picard: You have the Bridge, Number One. Riker: You're leaving the ship? Picard: We may be on a road that has no turns. Pulaski: He's very agitated. P2: I must get to the shuttle. Picard: I know. Do you know where you are? P2: The Enterprise. Picard: Yes, but you're only vaguely aware of it. And me? Do you know who I am? No, you don't, do you. P2: I must go. Picard: Release him. Pulaski: Do you know what you are doing? Picard: No. Release him. Pulaski: Security to Sickbay. Picard: No. Security, disregard that order, and clear all personnel, repeat, all personnel, from Shuttlebay two. Picard: I don't want any distractions. You, stay here. Picard: You made a decision to leave the ship? P2: I must. Picard: Why? P2: The energy in the vortex wants me. Picard: You're certain. P2: Yes. It's an entity, a life form, which recognizes the Enterprise as an entity with me as its brain. And it wants me. P2: Shuttlebay two. Picard: What's your other option? P2: This is our only chance. If I leave, it may be distracted long enough for the Enterprise to escape. Picard: You're wrong. If you leave, the Enterprise will be destroyed. Don't you remember? You saw it happen. P2: If I don't leave the ship, then the Enterprise will be destroyed. Picard: If that's true, then help me. We want the same thing. We both want the Enterprise to be safe. But there is a piece of information I don't have. What is it? P2: It's me. Picard: You? Riker: Captain. Picard: Yes. Riker: We are about to lose warp drive. Picard: Understood. P2: Understood. Picard: When you say it wants you, do you mean it's still you, only you, and not me. P2: You're confusing me. We're almost out of time. I must get to the shuttle. Picard: Wait. You can. I'll let you. But first, tell me. What is, what was your other choice? P2: Stand aside. Picard: You must tell me. What was it? You don't know what I'm talking about. You're locked into a single intent unable to change. Unable to alter any part of your previous actions. P2: I have to leave. There's no other way. Picard: There must be. P2: One. But it would never work. Picard: What is it? What would never work? P2: I have to leave. Picard: What was the other choice? We can't fight, we can't escape, we can't go forward. P2: No. No, we can't go forward. That would destroy the Enterprise. Picard: Was that it? Is that the other choice? P2: I must leave. Picard: No. Captain Picard. I can not allow you to leave. Before we can go forward, the cycle must end. Picard: Doctor Pulaski, report to Shuttlebay two. Picard: Bridge. Picard: Number One, we're wasting our energy trying to escape. It only weakens us. Helm, set a course for the center of the vortex. Mister La Forge, on my command, I want all the power you can muster. Laforge: Yes, sir. Riker: We're going in? Picard: Yes. Data: Course set, sir. Picard: Now everyone hold their position. No matter what. Engage. ibi O'Brien: Captain Picard. O'Brien: This is Shuttlebay two. The other Picard and the shuttle are gone. Picard: Explain. O'Brien: They just vanished. Picard: What's our position? Data: We are back on course to Endicor. Riker: Stand down from Red Alert. Worf: All decks have reported in. No damage, no casualties. Picard: You have the Bridge, Number One. Picard: A lot of questions, Number One. Damn few answers. Riker: Maybe none of it was real. Perhaps we were all part of a shared illusion. Picard: Or maybe he was thrown back in time, so that we would be able to take another road. Make a different choice. Well, they say if you travel far enough you will eventually meet yourself. Having experienced that, Number One, it's not something I would care to repeat. Riker: I'll be on the Bridge, sir.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 42686.4. We are en route to Starbase Montgomery for engineering consultations prompted by minor readout anomalies. Data: I would consider them insignificant. Riker: What if you're wrong? Sorry. But what if it is more than a mere diskrepancy? Laforge: Then I'd say we have a problem. Picard: Agreed. We'll have Starbase Montgomery give us an independent reading. Data: Even if the molecular level controls have failed, we can still recrystallize the dilithium without outside help. Laforge: Don't worry, Data. My ego isn't at stake here. Data: Perhaps we can reprogram the system to correct the readout variables Picard: Well, that's certainly another option, but as we're stopping at Starbase Montgomery anyway, we'll let them do the analysis. Riker: I don't recall Starbase Montgomery on the mission itinerary Picard: I think we could all use a twelve hour layover. Besides, I've just received some personnel transfer directives. Priority matter, Riker: Boarding or disembarking? Wesley: Captain Picard. We're within hailing range of Starbase Montgomery Picard: Go to half impulse power. Will you join me in the Observation lounge when you're done? Riker: Captain? Picard: Number One, I've just been recollecting the arrival of a new First Officer on board the Enterprise, and a manual docking confidently achieved. I may have been somewhat miserly in my congratulations then, so let me make up for it now. The Captain of the Starship Ares is retiring. Congratulations. You've been selected as his replacement. Riker: The Ares. She's in Vega-Omicron sector. Picard: And they have picked up indications of an intelligent life form, though nothing confirmed. Riker: Obviously, Starfleet will want to know more. Picard: That's why they're asking for you. Not for your military proficiency, but for your skill as an explorer and as a diplomat. Riker: Vega-Omicron. It'll take months at high warp just to get there. Picard: With no guarantee of finding anything when you arrive. Well, you have twelve hours to think it over. And if it's not too premature, congratulations, Captain. Picard: Establish synchronous orbit. Wesley: Aye, sir. Picard: Starbase Montgomery is sending a civilian advisor on board to brief you on the Ares's mission. Riker: A personal briefing? Picard: A strategic attaché with specialized knowledge in the frontier regions. I think you'll find the briefing interesting. Riker: I hope it's complete. Much of my decision will be based on it. Herbert: Commander Riker to Transporter room three. Picard: Enjoy. Riker: Ensign. Herbert: Ah, you're right on time, Commander. He's on his way now. Riker: Dad. You're the civilian advisor? The strategic attaché? Kyle: I asked Captain Picard to keep it quiet. I didn't want you to make you nervous or excited. Riker: It's been fifteen years. Excitement is hardly the appropriate emotion. Kyle: You've done well. First Officer on the Enterprise. Quite a feather in your cap. Riker: I've worked hard. Kyle: Of course. I'm proud of you, son. Riker: If you'll excuse me, I've got my duties to attend to. When you've settled in, we can complete our briefing. Have Security arrange an escort for this gentleman. Herbert: Aye, sir. Wesley: Worf, did you hear about Commander Riker's promotion? Worf: Yes. Wesley: He didn't know his father was coming. He was completely surprised. Worf: So? Wesley: Can you imagine if it was your father? Worf: I never knew my father. Wesley: And I didn't have a father long enough to know him. Worf: It is a waste of time to think of such things. Wesley: I wasn't thinking about it, but everybody needs somebody. Worf: Enough! Laforge: You know, Starbase Montgomery really didn't have to send me all this help, because we've already checked the entire dilithium spectrum for anomalous frequencies, so you don't have to waste your time on that. Laforge: Wes. Are you okay? Wesley: I was just talking to Worf. He's really eccentric at times. Laforge: That's one word for it. Wesley: He was really upset. I must've said something wrong. Laforge: Maybe Worf's not too thrilled with the idea of losing Commander Riker to a new assignment. I know I'm not. Wesley: Neither am I. But with Worf it was something else. Something's really bothering him. Laforge: Think so? O'Brien: Female? Riker: No. O'Brien: Career? Career? Riker: Family. O'Brien: That is trouble. You choose your enemies, you choose your friends, but family? That's in the stars. Riker: So I've heard. Man: Kyle Riker! Excuse me, ladies. Great to see you. Man 2: Kyle. Been a long time. Pulaski: This is more than a surprise. It's total shock. Kyle: You mean you didn't bake me a cake? Pulaski: You're actually here. Kyle: That makes two of us. How about a drink? Pulaski: How about a kiss? Riker: They know each other. O'Brien: No kidding. I know her too, but we don't do that. Kyle: You look wonderful. Data: And it has nothing to do with Commander Riker's new assignment? Wesley: No. His reaction was just the opposite of mine. Completely unaffected. Laforge: You see? With all that's going on, maybe you're overreacting. Wesley: Really? You try talking to Worf, Geordi. I'm telling you, he is not normal for Worf. Data: There is, of course, a genetic predisposition toward hostility among all Klingons, but Worf has been unusually out of sorts. Laforge: Come on, he's never been much on charm. Wesley: Well, whatever is troubling him, I think we should try to help. He is our friend. Laforge: I for one want to keep him friendly. Wesley: Suggestions? Data: Empirical study. Monitor the subject. Wesley: Right. Watch the subject for any signs of unusual behavior. Laforge: That won't be difficult. Data: Within the norm of Klingon patterns, of course. Diskretion will be required. Wesley: Agreed. When do we start? Laforge: We will assist you as needed. You found the problem. Data: And you must solve it. Kyle: Thank you. And after working out the Fuurinkazan battle strategies at the Tokyo Base, I was asked to come here to work for Starfleet as a tactical advisor. Pulaski: I'm surprised you stayed our of the action as long as you did. Will, please join us. Your father and I are just catching up. Riker: You never told me you knew him. Pulaski: Well, it wasn't exactly a secret. It just never really came up. Kyle: Sit down, son. Riker: I'm ready for that briefing whenever you are. Kyle: Good to see you too, Graham. Pulaski: You wouldn't be running for mayor, would you? Kyle: Do pick up work for the Federation long enough and it'll happen to you, too. I thought about you a lot. Pulaski: Kyle, I don't need to hear what you don't need to say. Kyle: We could've been great together. Pulaski: Possibly. Kyle: Is it true you got married? Pulaski: Again and again. Kyle: That make you three for three, doesn't it? Pulaski: I'm not complaining. Each was good a man and we're all still good friends. Kyle: Like us? Pulaski: Close, but different. They were all a little more in touch with themselves. Kyle: Ouch. Pulaski: Face facts, Kyle. You're crusty. You have a reputation for being hard as nails and getting the job done. Underneath it all, you're not so bad. Some of us even love you. And then there's Will. Kyle: Then there's Will. Laforge: Wesley should really be doing this on his own. Data: But he needs his study time. Laforge: I can't believe you fell for that. I don't know, Data. He looks perfectly normal to me. Data: In solitude, there is nothing to trigger unusual behavior. Laforge: Good point. Let's not tamper with the status quo. Data: But that would defeat the opportunity for our behavioral research. In all probability, he is simply lonely. We can relieve his anxiety through socialization. Laforge: Be my guest. Data: Excuse me, Lieutenant. You seem to have lost the will to communicate with others. You have friends here. We, we care about you. Why, just recently, Geordi, Wesley and I were saying Worf: With all due respect, be gone! Sir. Data: He seems quite sincere in his desire for solitude. Laforge: Seeing is believing, huh? Riker: Come in. Worf? Worf: May I have a moment, sir? Riker: Of course. What is it? Worf: It is very difficult to say. Words are not always easy for me. Is that Earth? Riker: Yes. Alaska. I was nine years old. Worf: That is a fish you are holding. Riker: And I didn't even catch it. Worf: But it looks like you were Riker: I hooked it. My father took the rod away. He wouldn't let me reel it in. He was afraid that I might lose it. Worf: You do not have good feelings for your father? Riker: No, I. I'm not sure what I'm feeling. What's on your mind? Worf: You plan to leave the Enterprise. Riker: I've been offered my own command. Worf: I would like to join you. Riker: I haven't accepted the assignment yet Worf: But sir, it could be a dangerous mission. There may be the potential for combat. Riker: That is not the purpose of the mission. Worf: Still, to die a true hero Riker: Worf, you've made your point. Worf: Then I know you will do the right thing. Kyle: Finally. We're alone. Maybe now we can talk. Riker: I'm here for the briefing, sir. Kyle: All you need to know is here. Riker: These mission details could have been transmitted. Kyle: I've been hearing some good things about you. Riker: Then why haven't I heard from you? Kyle: I know. Keeping in touch is not my strong suit. It's a funny thing about being a parent. There aren't any tech manuals. No quick readouts to get you to the next set of variables. You just got to wing it from day to day. Will, when your mother died Riker: Excuse me. I've got to study this mission briefing. Kyle: Will. I came to the Enterprise because. Look, considering where you might be going, I wanted to. I'm here with my hand out, son. Pulaski: Poor guy. Picked up a flu virus on our last stop at Nasreldine. Kyle: Sounds nasty. What's the therapy? Pulaski: Tryptophan-lysine distilllates with generous doses of PCS. Kyle: PCS? Pulaski: Pulaski's chicken soup. Kyle: You haven't lost your touch, haven't you? Pulaski: I like to help. When they hurt, I hurt. Troi: Commander Pulaski's greatest medical skill is her empathy. You must be Commander Riker's father. Kyle: Yes, but how? Troi: We've all heard about you, and I felt certain things. Pulaski: This is Deanna Troi, ship's Counselor. Kyle: Kyle Riker. Pulaski: I thought you two should meet. Deanna's job is to keep us from deluding ourselves. Kyle: Let me guess. Betazoid? Troi: At your service. Pulaski: I have some lab work to do. If you'll excuse me. Kyle: Why do I get the feeling that this is a set-up? Troi: Because you are intelligent, wise and quite correct. Kyle: Well, I've never been set up better, that's for sure Troi: You're also very anxious about something. It's Will, isn't it? You're not as close to him as you'd like to be. Kyle: Oh, I don't know. We both have pretty good taste in women, wouldn't you say? Troi: I'd like to help you if I can. If you'll let me. Kyle: Fine. What is it you want from me? I came here to bury the hatchet with my son only to find out the ground was frozen solid. Troi: You don't seem to be the kind of man to give up so easily. Kyle: I didn't say I was giving up. It would just be nice to get a little something from him. Troi: What is it you want from him? Kyle: I don't know. Acknowledgement, maybe or Troi: Respect is earned, not bestowed. Kyle: Respect? I don't need that from him. Troi: Perhaps you want him to be proud of you. You carry great pride in his accomplishments. Kyle: Absolutely. Look at him. First Officer of the Enterprise, just been offered his first command. Troi: Yet you covet his success. Kyle: Please. He'd be lucky to have the career I've had. Troi: True, you're well respected in your field. Kyle: I may have something of a reputation for excellence Troi: And false humility. Kyle: My guess is that Will finds you pretty fascinating. Candor seems to be a trait he admires. Troi: Honesty is the trait he admires most. And you should honestly consider why you're so competitive with your own son. Kyle: Competitive? Maybe in the past. But I've come here to help Will prepare for his first task as captain. Troi: Are you sure he'll accept such a dangerous assignment? Kyle: He'll accept it just because it is dangerous. Troi: How can you be so sure? Kyle: Because I would. And we aren't so different, Will and I. Picard: You've seen your mission briefing? Riker: Yes, I have. Picard: Any questions? Riker: No, other than a question about the Ares's First Officer. Picard: Oh, yes. His name is Flaherty. Riker: Yes. The briefing mentions something about an uncanny linguistic skill. Picard: That is an understatement, Number One. The last time I saw Commander Flaherty, he spoke forty languages. As I recall, among the more exotic were Romulan, Klingon, Giamon, Stroyerian. Riker: He speaks forty languages? Picard: He has this unique ability of instantaneously interpreting and extrapolating any verbal communication that he hears. You will find him very useful in Sector Vega-Omicron. Riker: Yes, I'm sure I will. Riker: Come in. Kyle: Oh, Captain Picard, at last. I'd like to thank you for all the help you've been to my son. Picard: My only regret is that your reunion marks Will's farewell. Kyle: But he's ready for this command. Picard: Oh, yes, I have no doubt. Kyle: Captain, may I have a word with my son? Picard: Yes, of course. Excuse me, gentlemen. Riker: I won't be pushed into this decision. Kyle: Oh, come on, Will. Don't you think you're ready for the Ares? Riker: Starfleet does. Kyle: Of course. Because you're the best candidate for the job. I only want you to know I'm here if you need me. Riker: I've been on my own since I was fifteen. I can take care of myself. Kyle: Please, spare me the pain of your childhood. I hung in for thirteen years. If that wasn't enough, it's just too bad. Laforge: Data, what if I missed something? Data: The ship's computer would have corrected immediately. Laforge: Maybe my inputs were incorrect. Wesley: Data! Geordi! I figured out Worf's problem. Laforge: You spoke to him? Wesley: No, no. I accessed the complete Klingon cultural database. It took me some time Laforge: Okay, Wesley, slow down. What is the problem? Wesley: It's the tenth anniversary of Worf's Age of Ascension. Laforge: His what? Wesley: The Klingon Age of Ascension. It's a ritual of great significance. A rite of initiation marking a new level of Klingon spiritual attainment. Data: And what is the significance of the anniversary of this event? Wesley: It's a day of celebration and ritual spent with one's fellow Klingons. Worf doesn't have any Klingon friends. Laforge: We're his friends. Wesley: Right, but we don't practice Klingon tradition, And we're not Klingons. Worf is feeling culturally and socially isolated. Laforge: So, what do you suggest we do? I'm not sure I'd like to invite a bunch of Klingons on board. Data: We can program the ship's computer to supply simulations on the Holodeck. Laforge: Holographic Klingons. Sure. Why not? Data: We need only to program the computer with details of the specific ceremony. Wesley: The cultural database said the Klingon's family must attend. Laforge: So? We're his family. We'll go. I just wonder what kind of party the Klingons had in mind. Riker: Have you got a minute? Pulaski: Sure. Riker: I wanted to apologize for my remark in Ten Forward. Your personal is none of my business. Pulaski: Even if it involves your father? Riker: Even if it involves my father. Pulaski: Did he ever tell you why he never remarried? Riker: What woman would have him with an ego like that? Pulaski: I would have, in a cold minute. Twelve years ago, Kyle Riker was a civilian strategist advising Starfleet in its conflict with the Tholians. The starbase that he was operating from was attacked. None of the base crew was expected to live, and they all died. All except your father. Your father alone had the will to endure, to face the pain, to live. Riker: I never knew any of that about him. Pulaski: I've never saw a man fight so hard in all my life. Riker: And you fell in love? Pulaski: Yes. And so did he. But marriage was out of the question. He had other priorities. Riker: His career. Pulaski: You know, if I were you, going out on the Ares, I'd jettison the emotional baggage you're still carrying around. Wesley: Now the Klingon cultural database was very specific on the setting. Laforge: Now let me guess. Twenty piece orchestra, magnificent ballroom, everybody in formal wear. Wesley: No, there is some unusual test of inner strength involved Data: That would entail the use of Klingon painstiks. Laforge: Painstiks? Sounds lovely. Data: Enduring physical suffering is considered a Klingon spiritual test. Laforge: You mean in order for Worf to celebrate the anniversary of his Ascension, he has to be hurt? And we have to witness this? Data: We are his family. Picard: Come. Picard: Number One? Riker: I'd be a fool to turn that promotion down, wouldn't I? Picard: I don't know, and if you're asking me what I think you should do, I don't know that either. I can spell out for you, albeit crudely, what you are choosing between. As the First Officer of the Enterprise you have a position of distinction, prestige, even glamor of a sort. You are the second in command of Starfleet's flagship, but still second in command. Your promotion will transfer you to a relatively insignificant ship in an obscure corner of the galaxy> But it will be your ship, and being who you are, it will soon be vibrant with your authority, your style, your vision. You know, there really is no substitute for holding the reins. Riker: I'll need a little more time to make this decision. O'Brien: Find anything yet? Laforge: Not yet. Data: There is nothing to find. O'Brien: No harm in checking, I guess. Laforge: Really? How would you like them to give the transporter operation a little once-over? O'Brien: No problem. We're totally ship-shape. Laforge: You're missing the point. It's just the idea that they even suspect a malfunction. Data: If I were not a consummate professional, and an android, I would find this entire procedure insulting. Laforge: Thanks, Data. Wesley: Chief, will you be able to attend a little party for Lieutenant Worf at seventeen hundred hours? O'Brien: A party for Worf? Sounds intriguing. I'd be delighted. Wesley: It's a surprise. O'Brien: My lips are sealed. Riker: I didn't want to leave without saying good-bye. Troi: I don't like good-byes. How about, until next time? Riker: How about until next time. Troi: It's been a pleasure serving with you, Commander. Riker: The feeling is mutual, Counselor. Troi: I'm supposed to know how everyone feels but, I can't read you right now. Riker: Perhaps your own feelings are getting in the way. Troi: My job is to help others sort out their emotions. My own feelings are beside the point. Riker: Not to me. Our feelings are what make us all human. Troi: Are you feeling sad? Riker: Yes, I am. Troi: So am I. Kyle: I'm leaving at twenty one hundred hours. Can I have a minute? Riker: I've practiced my best Academy courtesy, now it's time for you to go. Kyle: It's time for us to have a talk, so lower your shields. Riker: I'm asking you to leave, or I'll Kyle: You'll what? You know, it's a shame there's no anbo-jyutsu ring nearby. Riker: Really? There is. Deck Twelve. The gymnasium. Kyle: We can clear the air once and for all. Riker: You're on. Kyle: Scuttlebutt says you wanted to see me. Pulaski: That's right. I thought I knew you, Kyle. Kyle: You do, as well as anyone. Pulaski: Then what is this I hear about an anbo-jyutsu match with Will? Kyle: You've heard. Pulaski: Haven't we grown beyond the point where we resolve our problems with physical conflict? Kyle: I think you're overreacting. Pulaski: I'm overreacting? You're the one who's going out to fight with his own son. Kyle: Don't think of it as a fight, Kate. Think of it as more of a contest. Pulaski: And suppose one of you is injured? Kyle: I know where to find a good doctor. Kate Pulaski: Kyle. Kyle: Will and I have been playing anbo-jyutsu ever since he was eight old, and he knows how to handle himself. And so do I. Pulaski: Don't take this personally, but Will is in his prime. Kyle: And I'm no spring chicken, I know. Don't worry. He's never been able to beat me. Data: Computer, is this it? Computer: Correct. Klingon Rite of Ascension Chamber. Laforge: Is this really necessary? Wesley: If we want to get Worf through his problem, it is. Data: Computer, please give us Klingon personnel appropriate to this event. Data: These images are specifically programmed for Ascension rites. Laforge: Cute bunch. Wesley: And they use those? O'Brien: Those are Klingon painstiks. I once saw one of them used against a two-ton Rectyne Monopod. Poor creature jumped five meters at the slightest touch. It finally died from excessive cephalic pressures. Wesley: You mean? O'Brien: That's right. The animal's head exploded like Pulaski: I think that's enough, Chief O'Brien. Worf: I do not enjoy riddles, Counselor. Troi: You will enjoy this one. Worf: I am in no mood for trifling or games, not today. Troi: I know what an important day this is for you, the anniversary of your Rite of Ascension. Worf: You know about that? Troi: All your friends on board do. Worf: That is impossible. It is a secret known only to Klingons. Troi: And certain resourceful young Ensigns. Worf: Wesley Crusher. What does he know about it? Troi: Just bear with me. Worf: Where are we going? Troi: The holodeck. Worf: This is truly trying my patience, Counselor. Troi: I think you will approve. Worf: You're not coming in? Troi: No. Worf: Open. Worf: An Ascension ceremony. Laforge: Happy anniversary, Worf. Data: Shall we begin? Worf: I am ready. Worf: DaHjaj SuvwI''e' jIH. tIgwIj Sa'angNIS. 'Iw bIQtIqDaq jIjaH. Today I am a Warrior. I must show you my heart. I travel the river of blood. Data: The true test of Klingon strength is to admit one's most profound feelings while under extreme duress. Worf: jIbechrup may' vIlos. Worf: The battle is mine. I crave only the blood of the enemy. HIHIvqa'. Worf: The bile of the vanquished flows over my hands. May'pequ' moH. Worf: Thank you. Troi: Is Lieutenant Worf all right? Pulaski: He's never been happier. Troi: So it was a good ceremony? Pulaski: Let's just say that I was not about to stay for refreshments. Troi: Klingon culture is not in your taste? Pulaski: I'm just glad that humans have progressed beyond the need for barbaric display. Troi: Have they? Commander Riker and his father are in the gymnasium, about to engage in barbarism of their own. Pulaski: Don't remind me. It's something of which I do not approve. Troi: In spite of human evolution, there are still some traits that are endemic to gender. Pulaski: You think that they're going to knock each other's brains out because they're men? Troi: Human males are unique. Fathers continue to regard their sons as children, even into adulthood. And sons continue to chafe against what they perceive as their fathers' expectations of them. Pulaski: It's almost as if they never really grow up at all, isn't it? Troi: Perhaps that's part of their charm, and why we find them so attractive. Pulaski: Particularly men like Commander Riker. Troi: And his father. Pulaski: I hope they don't hurt each other. Kyle: Anbo-jyutsu. The ultimate evolution if the martial arts. Riker: I remember my early lessons. Kyle: You could never get used to the sightless factor, or to losing. Riker: True, but I've had fifteen years to practice. Kyle: Well, let's see if you've learned anything. Both: Onegaishimasu. Kyle: Well, you've been practicing. Riker: And remembering. You should have been the one to die, not her. Yoroshiku-onegaishimasu. Kyle: Good. Get it all out. Yoroshiku-onegaishimasu. Riker: Matta! I had you. Kyle: Listen, Will. You were too young to understand and I was too hurt to explain. Riker: You were never too hurt for anything. Kyle: She was your mother, but she was my wife. And when she died all that kept me going was you. Riker: You had a strange way of showing it. Kyle: I came here thinking we could talk this out, but maybe you're right. Maybe I am no father, and you're no son. And this this fight is all we have left. Riker: Wait! Kyle: What is it now? Riker: You can't do that. Kyle: What? Riker: Hachidan kiritsu! It's illegal. Kyle: You're kidding? Riker: All those years. That's why I never won. You were cheating. Kyle: It worked, didn't it? Kept you coming back for more. Riker: Incredible. You cheated me. How'd you get away with it? Kyle: You were just a kid. By the time you were twelve years old, I knew I couldn't take you but I had to keep you interested, I had to keep you challenged, didn't I? Riker: I always hated you for that. Kyle: Damn it, Will. You were barely out of diapers when she died. You hardly knew her! I'd loved her. Of course you carried the pain. So did I. I should have explained this to you a long time ago, but it hurt too much. Then the wall grew up between us. And living there, you and me, the wall got bigger. You know, it's funny. I can talk to a whole roomful of admirals about anything in the galaxy, but I can't talk to you about how I feel. Riker: How do you feel? Kyle: How do you think? I love you, son. I've got to get back to the Starbase. Riker: I know. I'm glad you came. Kyle: Be careful now, okay? Worf: Starbase Montgomery's briefing specialist and analytical team have beamed down, sir. Picard: Ah. What were the analytical team's findings? Laforge: They suggested we reprogram the system to correct the read-out variables. Picard: Precisely what Data recommended, as I recall. At least it gave Commander Riker the opportunity to consider his promotion. Now that he's accepted, we can leave him at Starbase Montgomery. Picard: Number One. Riker: Captain. With your permission, I've decided to stay on board the Enterprise. Picard: Granted. Riker: Thank you, sir. Take us out of orbit, Ensign Crusher. Wesley: Breaking synchronous orbit, sir. Riker: Set course for Beta Kupsic. That is still our destination? Velocity, warp factor five. Wesley: Course and speed set, sir. Picard: Any particular reason for this change of heart? Riker: Motivated self-interest. Right now, the best place for me to be is here. Picard: Engage.

Sonya: Hot chocolate, please. Laforge: We don't ordinarily say please to food dispensers around here. Sonya: Well, since it's listed as intelligent circuitry, why not? After all, working with so much artificial intelligence can be dehumanizing, right? So why not combat that tendency with a little simple courtesy. Thank you. Laforge: For someone who just arrived, you certainly aren't shy with your opinions. Sonya: Have I been talking too much? Laforge: No. Sonya: Oh, I do tend to have a bit of a motor mouth, especially when I'm excited. A nd you don't know how exciting it is to get this assignment. Everyone in class, I mean everyone, wants the Enterprise. I mean, it would have been all right to spend some time on Reiner Six doing phase work with anti-matter. That's my specialty. Laforge: I know. That's why you got this assignment. Sonya: I did it again. It's just that Laforge: I know, you're excited. Look, Sonya. Sonya: Yes. Laforge: I don't think you want to be around these control stations with that hot chocolate, do you? Sonya: Oh, I'm sorry. I shouldn't even have this in Engineering. It's just we were talking and I forgot I had it in my hand. I'm going to go finish it over here. Lieutenant La Forge? This is not going to happen again. Sonya: Oh, no! Oh, I'm sorry. Oh, Captain. Laforge: Actually it's my fault, sir. Picard: Indeed. Sonya: Oh, I wasn't looking. It's all over you. Picard: Yes, Ensign. It's all over me. Sonya: At least let me, sir. Picard: Ensign er, Ensign? Sonya: Oh, Ensign Sonya Gomez. Laforge: Ensign Gomez is a recent Academy graduate. She just transferred over at Starbase One Seventy Three. Picard: Is that so? Well, Ensign Sonya Gomez, I think it will be simpler if I simply change my uniform. Laforge: Captain, I must accept responsibility for this. Picard: Yes, Chief Engineer. I think I understand. Sonya: I just want to say, sir, that I'm very excited about this assignment and I promise to serve you and my ship, your ship, this ship, to the best of my ability. Picard: Yes, Ensign, I'm sure that you will. Carry on. Sonya: Oh, my. First impressions, right? Isn't that what they say? First impressions are the most important. Laforge: I'll give you this. It's a meeting the Captain won't soon forget. Picard: Deck nine. Officers' quarters. Picard: Crewman? What is going on? Q: Welcome, Picard, to shuttlecraft six. Picard: Q. Q: There, there, haven't we been careless. A little cleaning service I'm only too than happy to provide. Picard: We agreed you would never trouble my ship again! Q: I always keep my arrangements, sir. Look, we're nowhere near your vessel. Laforge: I read your graduating thesis. Now, I wouldn't have requested you if you weren't the best. Sonya: Where are we going? Laforge: Ten Forward. We're going to forget about work. We are going to sit, talk, relax, look at the stars. You need to learn how to slow down. Sonya: Oh, no, no, no, no, no. I can't do. Laforge: You know, you're awfully young to be so driven. Sonya: Yes, I am. I had to be. I had to be the best because only the best get to be here. Geordi, Lieutenant Laforge: It's okay. Go on. Sonya: Whatever is out here, we're going to be the first humans to see it. And I want to be a part of that. I want to understand it. Laforge: Sonya, relax. You're here. You've made it. But you won't last long banging into walls. It'll be there for you, believe me. Sonya: Okay. Laforge: Look, I promise I won't let anything exciting slip past without letting you know, okay? Sonya: Okay. Laforge: Okay. Guinan: Bridge, this is Ten Forward. Riker: Guinan? I don't remember you ever calling the Bridge before. Guinan: Is everything alright? Riker: How do you mean? Guinan: Is there anything unusual happening? Riker: No Guinan, nothing out of the ordinary. Why do you ask? Guinan: I'm not sure. It's just a feeling. I've had it a couple of times before. It's probably nothing. Forget that I called. Ten Forward out. Q: The locator beacon won't help. They'll never think to look for you this far away. Picard: Enterprise, this is Picard. Stop this foolishness, Q. Return me to the Enterprise. Q: I suggest you change your attitude. Petulance does not become you. We have business, Picard. Picard: Keeping me a prisoner here will not compel me to discuss anything with you. Q: It will in time. Sonya: I appreciate your advice, Lieutenant. And, I'll take it to heart. Laforge: Guinan? Guinan: Can I get you something? Laforge: We're fine. Is everything all right? Guinan: I don't know. Laforge: I think I'll go check out Engineering. Sonya: I'll go with you. Troi: Where's the Captain? Riker: In his quarters? Troi: Captain, this is Counselor Troi. Riker: Computer locate Captain Picard. Computer: The Captain is not on the ship. Worf: Commander, there is a shuttle missing from bay two. Riker: All stop. Wesley: Answering all stop, sir. Worf: I have hailed the shuttle on all frequencies. No response. Data: Sensors indicate no shuttle or other ships in this sector. Riker: We think we can assume the Captain is aboard that shuttle. Wesley: How could he get to the shuttlebay and leave the Enterprise without us knowing? That's not possible. Riker: Take it easy, Wes. We're going to find him. I want to begin a methodical search. Worf, set sensors on maximum scan. Data, use our present location as a center. Plot a search pattern from these coordinates to cover the most area in the least time. Data: Search pattern has been input, sir. Riker: Engage, Mister Crusher. First officer's log, stardate 42761.3. We have not been able to determine why, or how, Captain Picard left the Enterprise. We can't even be certain he is in the missing shuttle, although that is the assumption on which we are proceeding. For the last six hours, we have been searching without success. Data: We have covered the area in a spherical pattern which a vessel without warp drive could traverse in the time allotted. Riker: Widen the area. Q: Do we stay out here years? Decades? I am ageless, Picard. You are not. Picard: The Enterprise will continue with Riker as Captain. Q: You are an impossibly stubborn human. Picard: Return me to my ship! Q: If I return you to your ship, will you agree to give my request a full hearing? Q: You're right Picard. This is the proper venue for our discussion. Worf: Commander. My status board indicates that the shuttle is back in bay two. Riker: Computer, locate Captain Picard. Computer: Captain Picard is in Ten Forward. Guinan: I knew it was you. Q: You! Picard, if you had half the sense you pretend to have, you would get her off your ship immediately. And if you like, I'd be more than pleased to expedite her departure. Picard: You know him? Guinan: We have had some dealings. Q: Those dealings were two centuries ago. This creature is not what she appears to be. She's an imp, and where she goes, trouble always follows. Picard: You're speaking of yourself, Q, not Guinan. Q: Guinan? Is that your name now? Picard: Guinan is not the issue here. You are. We had an agreement that you would stop meddling with us. Q: And so I have. Picard: What do you want, Q? You state your business. Get on with it. Q: I agree, Captain. Enough about this creature. She's diverting us from the purpose of my being here. Riker: Which is? Q: Ah, the redoubtable Commander Riker. And Micro-brain. Growl for me. Let me know you still care. Picard: Worf. Q: My purpose is to join you. Riker: To join us as what? Q: As a member of the crew. Willing and able. Ready to serve. This ship is already home for the indigent, the unwanted, the unworthy. Why not for a homeless entity. Riker: Homeless? Q: Yes. Riker: The other members of the Q continuum kicked you out. Guinan: Not all the Q are alike. Some are almost respectable. Picard: Ready and willing. Able to serve. What would you do? Would you start as an ordinary crewman? What task is too menial for an entity? Q: Sir, do you mock me? Picard: Not at all. That's the last thing I would do. You, by definition, are part of our charter. Our mission is to go forth to seek out new and different life forms, and you certainly qualify as one of the most unique I've ever encountered. To learn about you is, frankly, provocative. But you're next of kin to chaos. Q: Captain, at least allow me to present my argument. Picard: Worf. Q: After our last encounter, I was asked to leave the Q Continuum. Since then, I've been wandering vaguely, bored really, my existence without purpose. Then I remembered all the good times I had with you. Riker: The good times? The first time we met you, you put us on trial for the crimes of humanity. Q: Of which you were exonerated. Riker: The next time we saw you, you asked me to join the Q Continuum. Q: A big mistake that you did not accept my offer. More and more I realize that here, here is where I want to be. Think of the advantages. Now, I neither expect nor require any special treatment. And if necessary, although I can't imagine why, I will renounce my powers and become as weak and incompetent as all of you. Picard: No. Q: No? Oh, Captain, in fairness, let me try, I deserve at least that much. Riker: In fairness? You disrupt this ship, you kidnap the Captain. Q: I add a little excitement, a little spice to your lives, and all you do is complain. Where's your adventurous spirit, your imagination. Think, Picard, think. Think of the possibilities. Picard: Simply speaking, we don't trust you. Q: Oh. Well, you may not trust me, but you do need me. You're not prepared for what awaits you. Picard: How can we be prepared for that which we do not know? But I do know that we are ready to encounter it. Q: Really? Picard: yes. Absolutely. That's why we're out here. Q: Oh, the arrogance. They don't have a clue as to what's out here. Guinan: But they will learn, adapt. That is their greatest advantage. Q: They're moving faster than expected, further than they should. Picard: By whose calculations? Q: You judge yourselves against the pitiful adversaries you have encountered so far. The Romulans, the Klingons. They are nothing compared to what's waiting. Picard, you are about to move into areas of the galaxy containing wonders more incredible than you can possibly imagine, and terrors to freeze your soul. I offer myself as guide only to be rejected out of hand. Riker: We'll just have to do the best we can without you. Q: What justifies that smugness? Picard: Not smugness, not arrogance. But we are resolute, we are determined, and your help is not required. Q: We'll just have to see how ready you are. Guinan: Q! Picard: Bridge, this is the Captain. All stop. Wesley: Answering all stop, sir. Picard: Status? Data: According to these coordinates, we have traveled seven thousand light years Data: And are located near the system J two five. Riker: Travel time to the nearest starbase? Data: At maximum warp, in two years, seven months, three days, eighteen hours we would reach Starbase one eight five. Riker: Why? Q: Why? Why, to give you a taste of your future, a preview of things to come. Con permiso, Capitan. The hall is rented, the orchestra engaged. It's now time to see if you can dance. Picard: Guinan, your people have been in this part of the galaxy. Guinan: Yes. Riker: What can you tell us? Guinan: Only that if I were you, I'd start back now. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 42761.9. Despite Guinan's warning, I feel compelled to investigate this unexplored sector of the galaxy before heading back. Worf: Captain, the sixth planet in the system is Class M. Data: There is a system of roads on this planet, which indicates a highly industrialized civilization. But where there should be cities there are only great rips in the surface. Worf: It is as though some great force just scooped all the machine elements off the face of the planet. Data: It is identical to what happened to the outposts along the Neutral Zone. Worf: Captain, we are being probed. Riker: What is the source of the probe? Worf: A ship. It is on an intercept course. Picard: On screen. Magnify. Riker: Full scan. Picard: Go to Yellow Alert. Worf: Going to Yellow Alert. Riker: Keep the shields down. We don't want to appear provocative. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Mister Data, what can you tell us? Data: The ship is strangely generalized in design. There is no specific bridge, no command center. There is no engineering section. I can identify no living quarters. Riker: Life signs? Data: There is no indication of life. Riker: Lieutenant Worf, what is its alert status? Worf: I detect no shields, no weapons of any known design. Picard: Hailing frequencies. Worf: Open. Picard: This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. Worf: No response. Picard: This is Captain Picard representing the United Federation of Planets. Guinan. Picard: Activate your viewscreen. I would like you to monitor what's going on up here. I may need your input. Guinan: I'm here, Captain. Guinan: Viewscreen's activated. I have the other ship. Picard: You're familiar with this life form? Guinan: Yes. Guinan: My people encountered them a century ago. They destroyed our cities Guinan: They scattered my people throughout the galaxy. Guinan: They're called the Borg. Protect yourself, Captain, or they'll destroy you. Riker: Shields up. Worf: Aye, sir. Riker: All decks, stand by. Laforge: Security, report to main Engineering. We have an intruder. Picard: Lieutenant? Status. Laforge: It seemed to make a visual survey of the engine core, sir, then it moved in here. Q: Interesting, isn't it? Not a he, not a she. Not like anything you've ever seen. An enhanced humanoid. Picard: What is it you want? We mean you no harm. Do you understand me? Q: Understand you? You're nothing to him. He's not interested in your life form. He's just a scout, the first of many. He's here to analyze your technology. He may attempt to gain control of the ship. I wouldn't let him. Picard: Stop! I cannot allow you to interfere with the operation of this ship. Mister Worf. Worf: Ensign. Picard: Mister Worf, use whatever means to neutralize the intruder. Picard: Because her people had contact with the Borg, I have requested Guinan to participate in this conference. You are aware of what occurred just now in main Engineering. Guinan: Yes. Picard: What happened between your people and the Borg? Guinan: I wasn't there personally, but from what I'm told, they swarmed through our system. And when they left, there was little or nothing left of my people. Riker: Guinan, if they were that aggressive, why didn't the Borg attack? They could have but they didn't. Guinan: They don't do that individually. It's not their way. When they decide to come, they're going to come in force. They don't do anything piecemeal. Data: Then the initial encounter was solely for the purpose of gathering information. Guinan: Yes. Picard: How do we reason with them? Let them know that we are not a threat? Guinan: You don't. At least, I've never known anyone who did. Worf: Captain, we are being hailed. Picard: On screen. Picard: This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Borg: We have analyzed your defensive capabilities as being unable to withstand us. If you defend yourselves, you will be punished. Picard: Counselor? Troi: We're not dealing with an individual mind. They don't have a single leader. It's the collective minds of all of them. Picard: That would have definite advantages. Troi: Yes, A single leader can make mistakes. It's far less likely in the combined whole. Q: Picard. Picard, are you sure you don't want me as a member of your crew? Worf: Captain, the Borg have locked on to us with some form of tractor beam. Picard: We're on our way. Picard: Report, Lieutenant. Worf: The beam is draining our shields. Riker: If they pull down our shields, we're helpless. Picard: Warp eight, any heading. Engage. Wesley: Captain, the beam is holding us here. Riker: Increase power! Worf: Shields weakening. Data: Shields will be down in eighteen seconds. Picard: Locate the exact source of the tractor beam. Lock on phasers. Worf: Phasers locked on target. Picard: Fire. Worf: They still have us. Data: Shields are down, sir. Worf: A type of laser beam is slicing into the saucer section. Riker: Carving us up like a roast. Picard: With whatever force necessary, terminate that beam. Fire when ready. Picard: Again, Mister Worf. Data: Tractor beam is released, sir. Force field is maintaining our hull integrity. Riker: Damage report? Worf: Coming in, sir. Sections twenty seven, twenty eight, twenty nine on decks four, five and six destroyed. Picard: Casualties? Worf: Eighteen were in those sections and are missing. Picard: What is the condition of the alien ship? Worf: They have sustained damage to twenty percent of their vessel. Life support minimal. Picard: Conference. Sonya: I can't get the shields up. Laforge: Divert power from anywhere you need it. Anywhere except for life support. Sonya: No, it wouldn't help. The circuits which control the shields, they've been fused. Laforge: If you can't reprogram, then reroute. Sonya: Eighteen people. Dead, just like that. Laforge: I know. Just put it out of your head. Sonya: No, I can't. I keep seeing them. Laforge: Sonya, stop it. We'll have time to grieve later. Right now, let's just get those shields operative. Sonya: Right, right, of course. Picard: Guinan, how much more can you tell us about these creatures? Guinan: Bits and pieces. Picard: Anything would help. Guinan: They're made up of organic and artificial life which has been developing for thousands of centuries. Q: The Borg is the ultimate user. They're unlike any threat your Federation has ever faced. They're not interested in political conquest, wealth or power as you know it. They're simply interested in your ship, its technology. They've identified it as something they can consume. Riker: You brought us here, you exposed us to them, and you cost us the lives of our shipmates Q: Oh, please. Picard: Number One. Eighteen of our people have died. Please, tell us this is one of your illusions. Q: Oh, no. This is as real as your so called life gets. Laforge: This is Lieutenant La Forge, Captain. We've been able to restore power to the shields. Picard: Very good. Worf: Captain, I have the casualty list coming on screen. Picard: Cancel. We'll deal with that later. Riker: Sir, if we're going to have further dealings with the Borg now or in the future, I think that we should find out all we can about them. Picard: Visit their ship? Riker: In my opinion, that's the only choice. Picard: Assemble a minimal away team. Guinan: What? Riker: Mister Worf, transporter room three. Data. Guinan: I wouldn't go there if I were you. Riker: Oh, I don't know, Guinan. They paid us a visit. It seems only fair that we return the courtesy. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We have been attacked without provocation by an alien race which Guinan calls the Borg. It appears that we have neutralized their vessel. Commander Riker is leading an away team in an attempt to learn more about them. Worf: There are no life sign readings. O'Brien: I've laid in coordinates which should set you down in the least damaged section of the Borg ship. Riker: Set phasers on stun. Be ready to increase power in case we need it. Energize. Riker: I wonder why they don't react to us, or why the Enterprise didn't read any life signs, especially with this many of them. Data: Perhaps because this ship was scanned for individual life signs. Apparently when they are in these slots, they become part of the whole and no longer read as separate life forms. Riker: Captain. Picard: Go ahead, Number One. Riker: Our readings were incorrect. The Borg crew survived Riker: They appear to be in some kind of stasis. Picard: Explain. Riker: There are slots along the wall, kind of like compartments. There are two Borg in each. Data: Captain, I would theorize that the Borg are somehow interconnected through these slots and are working collectively. Riker: We're going try to access their main computer. Data: Commander, I believe each slot is designed for a specific Borg. Here is where the connection is made. Riker: Like a juggernaut, it could begin moving at any moment. Data: The technology required to achieve this biological and artificial interface is far beyond our capabilities. There are many advantages. Riker: Speed being the most obvious. This ship literally just thinks what it wants, and then it happens. Data: Fascinating. Riker: They either don't see us, or don't see us as a threat. Picard: Transporter Chief. O'Brien: O'Brien here, Captain. Picard: If your lock on the away team wavers in the slightest, beam them back immediately. O'Brien: Count on it, sir. Riker: Captain this is incredible. We've entered what appears to be the Borg nursery. Picard: Describe it. Riker: From the look of it the Borg are born as biological life form. It seems that almost immediately after birth they begin artificial implants. Apparently the Borg have developed the technology Riker: To link artificial intelligence directly into the humanoid brain. Riker: Astounding. Data: Commander? Riker: What is it? Data: The ship appears to be regenerating. Perhaps this explains why they have not taken notice of our presence. Their collective effort is being directed into repairing this vessel. Riker: Captain, Riker: The Borg seem to be using their combined power to repair the ship. Picard: Transporter Chief, beam the away team directly to the Bridge. Picard: Let's get the hell out of here. Warp eight. Now, Mister Crusher. Engage. Data: Captain, the Borg are in pursuit. Picard: On screen. Magnify. Riker: Increase to ten to the third power. Riker: It's continuing to regenerate. Picard: Let's see if we can outrun them. Lieutenant La Forge, I want maximum warp Picard: For as long as we can hold it. Laforge: Yes, sir. We are passing warp eight point five. Laforge: Eight point eight. Warp nine. Riker: Arm the photon torpedoes. See if we can slow them down. Worf: Torpedoes armed. Picard: Fire. Worf: They had no effect. Laforge: Bridge, this is Engineering. We are now at warp nine point six five. Worf: The Borg are still gaining. Q: They will follow this ship until you exhaust your fuel. They will wear down your defenses. Then you will be theirs. Admit it, Picard. You're out of your league. You should have stayed where you belonged. Picard: Captain's log supplemental. We are unable to maintain the gap between the Enterprise and the Borg ship. Laforge: Engineering to Bridge. Picard: Go ahead. Laforge: You've got all we can give you. Picard: I understand, Mister La Forge. Worf: Captain, the enemy vessel is firing on us. There are no reports of any damage to the Enterprise. Data: Captain, the target was not the ship. The weapon was designed to drain the shields. Worf: Confirmed. Shield effectiveness has been reduced twelve percent. Wesley: Captain, the Borg ship is closing. Worf: They're firing again. Shields have been reduced forty one percent. Another hit and we will be defenseless. Riker: Arm the photon torpedoes. Worf: Torpedoes armed. Picard: Fire the photons. Worf: The Borg ship was not damaged. Q: You can't outrun them. You can't destroy them. If you damage them, the essence of what they are remains. They regenerate and keep coming. Eventually you will weaken, your reserves will be gone. They are relentless. Worf: The Borg ship is firing. We have lost shields again. Laforge: Captain, we've just lost the warp engines. Q: Where's your stubbornness now, Picard, your arrogance? Do you still profess to be prepared for what awaits you? Worf: The Borg ship is re-establishing its tractor beam. Riker: Lock on photon torpedoes. Worf: Yes, sir. Data: Without our shields, at this range there is a high degree of probability that a photon detonation could destroy the Enterprise. Riker: Prepare to fire. Q: I'll be leaving now. You thought you could handle it, so handle it. Picard: Q. End this. Q: Moi? What makes you think I am either inclined or capable to terminate this encounter? Picard: If we all die, here, now, you will not be able to gloat. You wanted to frighten us. We're frightened. You wanted to show us that we were inadequate. For the moment, I grant that. You wanted me to say I need you. I need you! Riker: Position. Wesley: Zero seven zero, mark six three, sir. Back where we started. Q: That was a difficult admission. Another man would have been humiliated to say those words. Another man would have rather died than ask for help. Picard: I understand what you've done here, Q, but I think the lesson could have been learned without the loss of eighteen members of my crew. Q: If you can't take a little bloody nose, maybe you ought to go back home and crawl under your bed. It's not safe out here. It's wondrous, with treasures to satiate desires both subtle and gross, but it's not for the timid. Picard: Mister Crusher, set course for the nearest starbase. Wesley: Course laid in for Starbase Eighty Three, sir. Picard: Engage. Guinan: Q set a series of events into motion, bringing contact with the Borg much sooner than it should have come. Now, perhaps when you're ready, it might be possible to establish a relationship with them. But for now, for right now, you're just raw material to them. Since they are aware of your existence Picard: They will be coming. Guinan: You can bet on it. Picard: Maybe Q did the right thing for the wrong reason. Guinan: How so? Picard: Well, perhaps what we most needed was a kick in our complacency, to prepare us ready for what lies ahead.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 42779.1. We're en route to the Epsilon Nine Sector for astronomical survey of a new pulsar cluster. In the meantime, Ensign Crusher will be diverting to Starbase Five One Five for Starfleet exams. Riker: This just came in for you from Starfleet Wesley: Testing parameters? Data: Do not be apprehensive. Wes. I found the Academy examinations quite elementary. Wesley: You would. Riker: Your earlier test results were good enough to get you Academy credit for your work here. I don't think you have anything to worry about. Wesley: Those Academy cadets can be extremely competitive. Riker: But you have the practical experience, Wes. Data: Commander Riker is correct. While the information imparted to cadets at the Academy is unquestionably vital for prospective Starfleet officers, it nevertheless requires a significant period of supplementary systems training and situational diskiplines. Riker: Didn't I just say that? Data: Yes, sir, but not quite as perspicuously. Picard: I will not have you telling me what course to set. Pulaski: As Chief Medical Officer, I am ordering you to report to Starbase Five One Five immediately. Picard: Oh, please. I feel fine. Pulaski: The truth is, you've ignored this far too long. Picard: This ship has a mission to carry out. Pulaski: An astronomical survey to be conducted by the science officers, I believe. Picard: And I 'was looking forward to seeing the Epsilon Pulsar Cluster for myself. Pulaski: Then we'll perform the procedure right here. Picard: Absolutely not. Pulaski: My staff and I are fully capable of giving you the replacement. Picard: That's not the point. It would be It would be inappropriate for you to carry out the procedure. Pulaski: Captain Picard, I had no idea. You do have an ego, don't you? Picard: Meaning? Pulaski: You're concerned about your image. Don't worry. If you get yourself down to Starbase Five One Five, your image will be safe with me. Wesley: Captain, excuse me. Picard: Ensign. I understand you're leaving for Starbase Five One Five. Wesley: Yes, sir. I was just going to shuttlebay two. Picard: Good. I have business there. I shall accompany you. Wesley: You will? I mean, yes sir. Picard: Prepare the shuttle for immediate departure. Wesley: Aye, sir. Riker: Something I can take care of for you on Starbase Five One Five? Picard: Hardly, Number One. Riker: But you'll miss the Epsilon Pulsar survey. Picard: I'm well aware of that fact. You have the Bridge. Carry on. Picard: Come. Yes, what is it, Number One? Riker: Is something wrong? This trip to Starbase Five One Five is rather unexpected. Picard: Ensign Crusher and I will rendezvous with you on your return from the Epsilon Pulsar Cluster. Riker: Forgive my saying so, sir, but you're being rather enigmatic. Picard: Consider it Captain's privilege. Riker: As First Officer, I have complete security clearance. Picard: This has nothing to do with ship's business, Number One. Suffice it to say, it is strictly a matter of image. Laforge: Relax, Wes. You'll do fine on your exams. Sonya: Yeah. Wesley: It's not my exams I'm worried about. It's Captain Picard. Sonya: Why? He's not taking the exams. Wesley: It's just the two of us, in a shuttlecraft for six hours. What am I going to talk to Captain Picard about for six hours? Sonya: Archeology, semantics, literature, art. You could learn a lot from Captain Picard. Laforge: Ah, Captain Picard. Nice day for a little trip. Wesley: Shuttle number two is ready for departure. Data: The Enterprise is at impulse speed. You are cleared for take off. Riker: Data, wasn't the Captain looking forward to this mission to the Epsilon Pulsar Cluster? Data: So he said. Riker: Then what would make him change his mind? Why would he leave the ship now? Worf: Commander, receiving a mayday on all frequencies. Riker: Source? Worf: Rhomboid Dronegar Sector zero zero six Riker: Detail? Worf: Ship. Unidentified. Distress. Nothing more. Riker: Set course for Rhomboid Dronegar zero zero six, warp seven. Data: Sir, Rhomboid Dronegar sector would put us at considerable distance from Captain Picard. Riker: I know, Data. I know. Data: Entering Rhomboid Dronegar Sector zero zero six. Worf: I have a ship on target path. Riker: Slow to impulse speed. Helm: Aye, sir. Riker: Viewer. Worf: Deploy shields, sir? Riker: Hold fast. Data? Data: Basic early design. Capable of sub-light travel only. Worf: Sir, we are being hailed. Riker: On screen. Riker: I am First Officer William Riker of the USS Enterprise. We're responding to your distress signal. Riker: What is your problem? Grebnedlog: We are far from home. Riker: Aren't we all. But you sent out a Mayday? Riker: Do you need help? Grebnedlog: We are Pakleds. Our ship is the Mondor. It is broken. Grebnedlog: We are far from home. We need help. Laforge: Let me guess. Their rubber band broke, right? Data: Sensors indicate engineering problems. They're experiencing total guidance system failure, with less than twenty four hours' reserve power. Laforge: Maybe I can help. Riker: What brings you so far from home? Grebnedlog: We look for things. Riker: What were you looking for? Grebnedlog: Things we need. Riker: Can you be more specific? Grebnedlog: Things that make us go. We need help. Riker: What is the nature of your mission? Grebnedlog: We look for things. Riker: Did you hear an echo? Laforge: Commander, from the looks of their ship, I could have them up and running in no time. Riker: You sure? Laforge: Yeah, no problem. Riker: Very well. Our Chief Engineer will beam over to help you. Close. Worf: Commander? Do we truly need to send our Chief Engineer over to them? Riker: Obviously they need our help. Worf: Why do we not simply give them the information they need to make their own repairs? Riker: Do you honestly get the impression they could handle our technical specifications? Worf: We do not know anything about them. Riker: Acknowledged, Mister Worf. We have an obligation to render aid. Report to the transporter Room with all necessary gear. Laforge: Aye, sir. Worf: We need more information. Riker: Do you have anything else on them? Data: They are a relatively benign species. Riker: Don't they seem a little slow? Data: They may merely have poorly developed language skills. Worf: What about weapons? Data: Scanners shows limited armaments. Riker: I think we can relax, Mister Worf. They can't even move their ship without our help. We certainly have them outmanned and outgunned. Wesley: ETA thirteen thirty hours, sir. It's not exactly warp speed. Picard: More like a late twenty-second century interplanetary journey. Wesley: Sir? Picard: You should read more history, Ensign. Wesley: Yes, sir. Picard: Complete waste of time. Wesley: Pardon? Picard: I shouldn't be taking this trip at all. I should be back on board the Enterprise. Wesley: Why are you coming with me to Starbase Five One Five, sir? Picard: Well, it's certainly not my idea. I'm sorry, Ensign, I didn't mean to take it out on you. I just hate the prospect of another damned cardiac replacement. Wesley: Cardiac replacement? I didn't know. Picard: Well, now you do. Wesley: A parthenogenetic implant? Picard: What else would it be? My heart was injured and a replacement was necessary. That would have been it, except that the replacement is faulty. Wesley: Why would anyone use a faulty replacement? Picard: Just pilot the shuttle, Ensign. Laforge: Whoa, whoa, wait a minute, it's okay. I'm here to help. Grebnedlog: We are far from home. Laforge: Who's in charge of Engineering? Grebnedlog: My friend. His name is Reginod. Laforge: Think I could meet him? Grebnedlog: He is Reginod. Laforge: Yes, I think you mentioned that. Reginod: We look for things. Laforge: So I've heard. Grebnedlog: Can you make our ship go? Laforge: Yes, I think so. Grebnedlog: We look for things to make us go. Laforge: Fellas, why don't you show me where your guidance system is, okay? Excuse me. Reginod: He is smart. Troi: Commander? Lieutenant La Forge is on an alien ship? Riker: Yes. We're rendering assistance to some curious throwbacks. Data: How they ever mastered the rudiments of space travel is a genuine curiosity. Troi: Commander. Those aliens. What they feel is not helplessness. Lieutenant La Forge is in great danger! He's in danger, great danger. Riker: Can you be more specific, Counselor? Troi: It's not our help they want. Riker: Well, our help is all they're going to get. They can't force us into anything, can they? Troi: You think they're weak. Riker: Look at them. They're certainly not Jarada or Romulans. Data: Our Betazoid Counselor is often aware of things beyond our perceptive abilities. Picard: Van Doren's technique has been perfected to two point four percent. Wesley: Sir? Picard: The cardiac replacement procedure. It has a very low mortality rate. Two point four percent. Wesley: Those are pretty good odds. Picard: Just not overly thrilled at the prospect of having my innards becoming the subject of Starfleet gossip. Wesley: Of course not, sir. Why didn't you just have Doctor Pulaski perform the operation? I'm sure you could've trusted her to keep it quiet. Picard: Let's say I have personal reasons and leave it at that, shall we? Laforge: The power needs to be rerouted through this venturi chamber before it can be channeled to the engine's coils. Reginod: It is broken. Laforge: Yeah, but not for long. See, we are going to reconfigure these separators, here and over here. Riker: Lieutenant La Forge, this is Commander Riker. Come in. Laforge: Yes, Commander. Go ahead. Riker: Are you all right? Laforge: Sure. Why do you ask? Riker: Counselor Troi has expressed misgivings about your absence from the Enterprise. Laforge: I don't think there's anything to worry about. Riker: Understood. As soon as you complete the repairs, I want you back here. Laforge: Yes, sir, I should be done here momentarily. Laforge: You see? Like that. There. Your guidance is now up and running. Laforge: Main power failure? Grebnedlog: Will our ship go now? Laforge: Your guidance is operational, but you're not going anywhere, not with a main power failure. Grebnedlog: It is broken. Reginod: Can you make it go? Laforge: Commander Riker? Laforge: I have a problem. Riker: On screen. Laforge: It looks like this is going to take a little bit longer than I anticipated. Wesley: I guess you would have preferred Commander Riker as a traveling companion. Picard: What? Wesley: It's okay. You're not too comfortable with me. I understand. Picard: Ensign. Wesley, that's not true. You're a fine young man. Wesley: You don't have to say that, sir. It's pretty obvious how you feel. Picard: Is it? How so? Wesley: Everyone knows. You don't like kids. That's too bad. You'd have made a good father. Picard: Thank you. Wesley: Didn't you ever wish you had kids of your own? Picard: Wishing for a thing does not make it so. Riker: We send him over there for one set of repairs, now they need him for more. Data: Apparently, their ship is apparently quite fragile. Riker: This is Riker on the Enterprise. Laforge: Almost got it, Commander. Grebnedlog: We look for things. Riker: Apparently your ship is in need of more than minor repair. Grebnedlog: Things to make it go. Riker: We will use our tractor beam to tow you to the nearest base. Grebnedlog: He can make it go. Riker: Yes, but we need our Chief Engineer back on board our ship. Grebnedlog: He is smart. Laforge: All done, Commander. Riker: Prepare to beam over. Laforge: Yes, sir. Reginod: You are good. Laforge: We aim to please. Reginod: We need you. Laforge: I'm flattered. Look, fellas, I hate to repair and run, but if you'll excuse me. One to beam aboard. Laforge: Hey! Don't! Riker: Transporter room, beam La Forge back immediately. Chief: Aye negative response, sir. Riker: Try again! Chief: Negative response! Data: The Pakled ship has a shield up, sir. Riker: A shield? What kind? Data: It appears to be beyond their technology. Similar to Romulan shields. Riker: Do not interfere with our transporter beam. Drop your shields. Riker: Status? Worf: Viewer transmission terminated and blocked. Riker: Hail on all frequencies. Data: Running frequency search. Negative, sir. Riker: They're ignoring us. Data: Apparently so. Riker: Shields up. Worf: Shields up. Riker: Sensors at maximum sensitivity. Data: Sensors at maximum. Worf: Phasers ready, sir. Picard: Would you care for some coffee, Ensign? Wesley: No, thank you, sir. Picard: How about a sandwich? Wesley: I don't think so, sir. Picard: Oh, come on, it's been hours. You must be hungry. Wesley: Thank you, sir. Picard: Here. Wesley: Were you ever married? Picard: Never had the time. Wesley: Don't you ever get lonely? Picard: For ambitious Starfleet officers, there are certain costs involved. One must be cautious of long-term commitments, Wesley. Wesley: No problem. Where women are concerned, I am in complete control. Picard: Really? I always rather had to work at that. Wesley: Have you always been so diskiplined? Picard: Good Lord, no. If I was, I wouldn't have this problem. Wesley: I don't understand. Picard: Well, I was a young Starfleet officer, not many years older than you are now. Top of my Academy Class. Green as hell. And oh, so cocky. Too cocky, as it turned out. Wesley: What happened? Picard: Several friends and I were on leave at Farspace Starbase Earhart. It was little more than a galactic outpost in those days. Wesley: Was this before the Klingons joined the Federation? Picard: That's right. Well, my mates and I were at the Bonestell Recreation Facility, which was something of a dead rough crossroads at the time, filled with an assorted bunch of galactic riffraff. When a trio of Nausicaans came in, they were clearly spoiling for a confrontation with a group of fresh-faced Starfleet officers such as ourselves. Well, everyone in the group had the good sense to give these Nausicaans a wide berth, to stand off. Everyone, that is, except me. I stood toe to toe with the worst of the three, and I told him what I thought of him, his pals, his planet, and I possibly made some passing reference to his questionable parentage. And the next thing I knew, all three of them were on me and I was fighting for my life. I was actually doing quite well for a while, too. Wesley: You fought them? And won? Picard: I had this one Nausicaan down in this somewhat devious joint-lock when, unbeknownst to me, one of his chums drew his weapon and impaled me through the back. Curious sensation, actually. Not much pain. Shock, certainly, at the sight of serrated metal sticking through my chest. A certain giddy warmth. In fact I do actually remember that I laughed out loud. Well, it pierced my heart, of course. Well, if we'd not been so near to a medical facility, I would surely have died. Wesley: Really? Then what happened? Picard: Nothing. I was no hero, Wesley. I was an undiskiplined, loud-mouthed, opinionated young man who was way out of his league. I learned a very hard, very painful lesson that day, but I learned it well. I hope you never have to learn it the same way. Care for another sandwich? Wesley: Please. Riker: Come on, Data. Data: I am programming the comm. system to scan the interference patterns, but a full analysis will take time. Laforge: You be careful with that thing. Grebnedlog: You want to hurt us. Laforge: What? I came here to help you. Reginod: We can make more. Grebnedlog: Make more weapons. Laforge: Wait a minute. You have a replicator? Grebnedlog: It is not broken. Laforge: I didn't come here to give you weapons. Grebnedlog: You will make more. Worf: Commander, a photon torpedo may penetrate their shield. Riker: Any hostile move on our part could jeopardize Geordi. Worf: Agreed. But what do the Pakleds want? Riker: Counselor? Troi: They have what they want. For now. Wesley: We're approaching Starbase Five One Five, sir. Picard: At last. Did you read that book I gave you? Wesley: Some of it. Picard: That's reassuring. Wesley: I just don't have much time. Picard: There is no greater challenge than the study of philosophy. Wesley: But William James won't be in my Starfleet exams. Picard: The important things never will be. Anyone can be trained in the mechanics of piloting a starship. Wesley: But Starfleet Academy Picard: It takes more. Open your mind to the past. Art, history, philosophy. And all this may mean something. Troi: It's all deception. Nothing the Pakleds have said or done has been sincere. Data: Intensified scan shows their guidance system to be perfectly intact, as is their power generator. Riker: Then what was Geordi repairing? Data: Apparently, the putative malfunctions were carefully programmed into their ship's computer. Riker: I didn't think the Pakleds had that kind of technology. Data: They seem to have made some technological leaps forward, Commander. Riker: Why would they go through the charade of needing our help? Troi: For the sole purpose of making Lieutenant La Forge their prisoner. Captain's personal log, stardate 42779.5. We have arrived at Starbase Five One Five. I'm still quite uneasy, despite assurances that this medical procedure poses little risk. Picard: I hope you won't be late for your exams. Wesley: I still have some time, sir. Picard: Why do I get the distinct impression you're acting like some kind of escort? Wesley: Doctor Pulaski asked me to make sure you actually went inside. Picard: That woman. She would. Wesley: Sir? Picard: Yes, what is it, Ensign? Wesley: I enjoyed our trip together, sir. Picard: So did I. Data: They are initiating visual contact, sir. Riker: Maybe now we'll find out what they really want. Grebnedlog: Enterprise. Riker: We demand that you return our crewmember immediately. Grebnedlog: Request denied. Riker: Lower your shield! Grebnedlog: Request denied. Riker: Stop it! What do you want? Grebnedlog: You think we are not smart. Riker: I think you need to continue to develop. Grebnedlog: We are smart. Riker: Prove it. Return our man to us. Grebnedlog: You want him? Riker: Yes, damn it. Grebnedlog: Good. We want all computer information from your ship. Now. Riker: We've got a man held hostage by alien forces and all I have are no-option options. I need some input. Pulaski: Is Geordi all right? Worf: He's already been hit by multiple phaser stuns. Pulaski: He could need medical attention. Worf: Security team stands ready to take the initiative, sir. Riker: Data? Data: Our options have not changed. We can either respond to the Pakled demand or not. We can either use force or not. Riker: Allowing them access to our computer is a complete breech of Starfleet security. Worf: Then force it must be. Surgeon: Don't worry about a thing, Captain. We've done this a hundred times, and we're ready when you are. Picard: Just get on with it, Doctor. I've got work to do. Surgeon: Activate Sterile Field. Neural calipers. Surgeon: This will be a secondary cardiac procedure with mid-line entry and excision of the early model unit. I anticipate no complications, as the patient has had positive primary results and exhibits extraordinary physical condition. We'll all be home in time for dinner. Tissue mitigator. Data: There's limited information available on Pakled culture, but the eclectic range of their equipment suggests their technology was borrowed from others. Troi: And now they have become militant. Data: So it would seem. Riker: Rationale? Troi: They are unwilling to wait for the timely evolution of their species' intellectual capacity. They want instant knowledge, instant power and gratification. Pulaski: The more they get, the more they want. Riker: And the more aggressive and dangerous they become. I think it's time we set some limits. Data: To what effect, sir? We are faced with an impossible conundrum. Riker: Suppose we turn their impatience and greed against them? Pulaski: But how? Riker: Perhaps Geordi should give them something they want. Something important. Then we simply create the right moment for him to take it away, and get him the hell out of there. Troi: Would you be suggesting a ruse of some sort? Riker: I would. Pulaski: But what if we fail? What'll happen to Geordi then? Riker: We have no other choice. We have to try. Surgeon: There's been some capillary reaction here. Let's proceed carefully. We'll need sharper focus on the thoracic polychromatics and verification of myocardial enzyme balance. Laforge: Let me talk to them. I'll get you their computer banks. Grebnedlog: We want to be smart. Laforge: So open the hailing frequency. They'll listen to me. Grebnedlog: We are smart. Reginod: We need their computer things. Grebnedlog: Yes. Yes. Laforge: Hey, let me talk to him. I'll get you their computer banks. Grebnedlog: We want to be smart. Laforge: So open the hailing frequency. They'll listen to me. Grebnedlog: We are smart. Reginod: We need their computer things. Grebnedlog: Yes. Yes. Laforge: Commander Riker? Riker: Yes, Lieutenant, we're here. Laforge: The Pakleds seem pretty sincere. Grebnedlog: We want what we want. Riker: Our computer banks are non-negotiable. Grebnedlog: We want them. Laforge: Believe me, they're nothing if not persistent. Grebnedlog: We want to be nothing if not persistent. Laforge: Nobody ever said they were great conversationalists. Riker: Where did they get their shields? Grebnedlog: Yes. We like shields. Laforge: Well, from what I've seen, half the systems on this ship have been stolen from Romulans, Klingons, Jarada, just about anybody they've ever came in contact with. Grebnedlog: We like to be smart. Riker: Confirmed, Lieutenant La Forge. They steal technology. Data: But they lack the ability to use it properly. Riker: You're an excellent Chief Engineer, Lieutenant La Forge. Laforge: Thank you, sir. Riker: And of course your knowledge of phaser and photon weaponry is unmatched. Laforge: That's nice of you to say, sir, but really Lieutenant Worf Riker: Our missions are always inherently dangerous, and any of us could be called upon to make the ultimate sacrifice at any time. Laforge: Yes, sir, but Riker: Speaking of time. This may be your time. I shall personally miss you. Data: Goodbye, Geordi. I shall miss you at weapons systems analysis. Laforge: And I guess you'll just have to arm your photon torpedo countdowns without me. Data: As well as our hydrogen collectors. Fond farewell. Grebnedlog: He knows about weapons. Reginod: You can make us strong. Laforge: It's not something I really like to talk about. Worf: Any classified weapons knowledge you share with your captors will be considered treason. Laforge: But I may have no choice. Worf: You will die without honor. Laforge: Thanks a lot, Worf. Worf: You will never attain the twenty fourth level of awareness. Laforge: Twenty-four? That's quite a challenge. Worf: Indeed. Twenty four is the gateway to heroic salvation. Pulaski: Do you think he understands? Riker: He'd better. Troi: He's afraid. Riker: We all are, Counselor. Grebnedlog: You are smart. Laforge: Not smart enough. I'm still here. Grebnedlog: Make us strong. Laforge: I thought you wanted me to help you go. Why don't we work on that guidance system, okay? Grebnedlog: Make us strong, or die. Surgeon: It's not working. Something's wrong. The metabolation occlusions aren't holding. Damn it! I can't stop the heterocyclic declination. Fuse. Surgeon: Again! We need a biomolecular physiologist in here. This man is dying. Medic: Right away, sir. Laforge: You've got to be kidding. Grebnedlog: Make us strong. Laforge: Come on. There's not enough juice in these to blow up a passing asteroid. Grebnedlog: Do it. Make us strong. Laforge: I suppose we could increase the anti-matter charges. Reginod: Yes. We like power. Laforge: Yeah. Grebnedlog: Do not try to trick us. We can tell. Physiologist: Metabolation? Surgeon: Negative. Physiologist: Heterocyclics? Surgeon: Failing. And capillary integrity too unpredictable to attempt a resect. Physiologist: You're unwilling to make the attempt?? Surgeon: I'm not qualified. Physiologist: I know someone who is. Sonya: Are you sure he can do it, sir? Geordi's an engineer, not a weapons specialist. Riker: If anyone can improvise, it's Geordi. Sonya: What makes you think the Pakleds even have that kind of gear on board? Data: Ongoing scanning indicates progressive weapons potential. The timing will be crucial. Geordi must correctly interpret our intentions. Riker: Geordi's up to speed. I trust his instincts. Data: The Pakleds did hear our little fiction about Geordi's weapons knowledge. Riker: Exactly. And since they equate intelligence with strength, they won't pass up the chance to use that knowledge. Can you do it? Sonya: Count on it. Worf: Bridge to Commander Riker! Riker: Go ahead, Bridge. Worf: I am receiving an emergency summons from Starbase Five One Five. Captain Picard Worf: Is close to death. Riker: Be ready. Reginod: We are strong. Laforge: You're now armed to the teeth. Grebnedlog: Teeth are for chewing. Laforge: You have photon torpedo. You are strong. Grebnedlog: We are strong. We have power. Data: Positive indication of armed photon torpedoes, Commander. Riker: Geordi did it. Worf: Starbase requests we proceed to base at warp nine Pulaski: We've got to go. Troi: Yes. the Captain needs our help. Riker: We can't leave Geordi behind. I want the Pakleds on that screen and I want them now. Data: Forced spectrum communications are spotty at best, sir. Riker: Do it. Riker: This is the Enterprise. Return our personnel or face immediate reprisal. Grebnedlog: We are strong now. We have better weapons. Riker: Are you prepared to use them? Reginod: We are a force now. We will have respect. Power. Riker: We don't have time for this. You want power? Here's power. Riker to Ensign Gomez. Sonya: Ready, Commander Riker. Riker: Prepare firing sequencing. Riker: Start firing countdown from twenty four. Laforge: I can't believe it! My friends, my people, they're trying to kill us! Kill me! Grebnedlog: Believe it. They are violent. Laforge: Okay, they want to play rough, that's fine with me. Just let me check something. Grebnedlog: Good. He is on our side now. Riker: Begin firing sequence. Computer: Twenty four, twenty three Computer: Twenty two. twenty one, twenty Worf: Firing sequence proceeding, sir. Riker: Hold fast. Computer: Eighteen, seventeen Computer: Sixteen, fifteen Laforge: Don't do anything yet. Computer: Fourteen, thirteen. Reginod: What are you doing? Laforge: Making sure your systems are operative. Grebnedlog: We will attack. We are strong. Computer: Nine, eight, seven, six, five Reginod: We should attack now. Laforge: Just another second. We can't afford a mis-fire here. Computer: Two, one. Grebnedlog: Hurry. Riker: Fire. Laforge: Now! Laforge: No! Too late! Reginod: We have fired! They will be destroyed. Laforge: They used their crimson force field. Grebnedlog: It did not shoot. Laforge: No, the crimson force field has disarmed us. Reginod: They are smart. Grebnedlog: We are not strong. Riker: Drop your shields. Riker: Allow us transport Lieutenant La Forge immediately. Data: Shields are down. Riker: Transporter room, beam one to the Bridge. Chief: Aye, sir. Riker: Set heading for Starbase Five One Five, warp nine. Laforge: Blowing that hydrogen exhaust through the Bussard collectors sure put on a nice light show. Riker: Harmless, but effective. Were you able disable the photons? Laforge: Just in time. That's why you're still here. Nurse: Deactivating neural calipers. Picard: What the hell are you doing here? Pulaski: Saving your life. Picard: Oh, come on. This is a routine procedure. Quite commonplace. Pulaski: True. But you are not a commonplace man. You'll be out of recovery in four hours. Picard: I didn't want you involved in this. Pulaski: You're welcome. Picard: If you're here, the entire crew must know. Pulaski: You're still the Captain. Invincible. Picard: Thank you. Picard: I beg your pardon? Laforge: Looks like things are back to normal. Picard: I'm pleased to report that Ensign Crusher's Starfleet exam results permit him to continue his studies on board the Enterprise. Furthermore, any rumors of my brush with death are greatly exaggerated. Is that clear? Riker: Yes, sir. Picard: Then, Ensign Crusher, set course for the Epsilon Sector, warp five. Engage.

Picard: Number One, will you join me in the Ready room? Riker: Yes, sir. Picard: I've just come from a meeting with Admiral Moore. He wanted to discuss this. Picard: Recognize it? Riker: Sounds like it might be an SOS. Picard: Good guess. You're quicker than Starbase research. It took them hours to determine this was a distress beacon. Riker: When was it detected? Picard: Last month. Just kicked in without any warning. Riker: Who used the beacon? Picard: It's Terran. Riker: Captain, I'm familiar with most Earth codes, and Picard: Interesting. Yes, that code hasn't been used in centuries. Riker: What was its origin point? Picard: Ficus sector. Riker: Captain, I don't think there's any record of an Earth colony in that area. Picard: Now we know there's someone out there and they're asking for help. Riker: But who? Picard: Let's try and find out. Computer, download all information regarding signal beacon from Starbase mainframe. Computer: Distress beacon used by the European Hegemony. Riker: The European Hegemony? Picard: A loose alliance formed in the early part of the twenty second century. It was the first stirrings of world government. You should read more history, Number One. Computer, locate exact dates in which this signal beacon was in general use. Computer: Old Earth calendar, 2123 until 2190. Riker: No extraterrestrial source ever used this code? Computer: Negative. Picard: Locate all Earth deep space launches from 2123 until 2190, with a destination in or near the Ficus sector. Computer: Working. Riker: Nothing for Ficus. Picard: Damn it, who's out there? Riker: Lost sheep. Picard: Let's go see if we can find them. Data: Medical emergency. Doctor Pulaski to the Bridge. Picard: What happened? Data: He just collapsed, sir. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 42823.2. We're departing from Starbase Seven Three to investigate the source of the mysterious distress signal. Meanwhile, my Security Officer remains in Sickbay, where Doctor Pulaski is searching for the cause of his collapse. Worf: I am fine. Pulaski: You're not fine. You fainted. Worf: I did not faint. Klingons do not faint. Pulaski: Excuse me, I'll rephrase. This Klingon suffered a dramatic drop in blood pressure, his blood glucose level dropped, there was deficient blood flow resulting from circulatory failure. In other words, he curled up his toes and laid unconscious on the floor. Worf: Doctor, there is no need to insult me. Pulaski: Worf, I am worried. Now, something is wrong. Klingons don't faint. Forgive me. I just can't think of another word that applies. You're sick. Worf: Klingons do not give in to illness. Pulaski: Just stay right where you are. I have to check something with the computer. Lieutenant, you have rop'ngor. Worf: But that is a childhood ailment! Pulaski: Yes. Worf: How shall I live down the humiliation? Pulaski: Worf, you can't help. Worf: Still, for a warrior to find himself in such a situation. Pulaski: So you've got the Klingon version of the measles. Worf: How would Commander Riker feel if he had the measles. Pulaski: Pretty silly. Picard: Doctor Pulaski, how is Lieutenant Worf? Pulaski: He's in no danger. Worf was just observing a Klingon ritual involving fasting, and he didn't take into account that you have to decrease your physical activity as you decrease your caloric intake. Pulaski out. Worf: Thank you. I am in your debt. Picard: Come. Data: Captain, I have been considering the problem of the missing ship. Although there is no record of a launch to the Ficus sector, which would not be unusual considering the chaos of the early twenty second century, someone had to load that ship. Picard: The manifest. Data: Yes, sir. Picard: There it is. SS Mariposa, loaded 27th November, 2123. Destination Ficus sector. Captain Walter Granger, commanding. Data: Mariposa. The Spanish word for butterfly. Picard: Thank you, Data. Data: I thought it might be significant, sir. Picard: It doesn't appear to be, Data. Data: No, sir. Picard: You learn a lot about people from their luggage. Two hundred and twenty five Yoshimitsu computers, five monitor beacon satellites, seven hundred cellular commlinks, fifty spinning wheels. Data: Spinning wheels? Accessing. A device for spinning yarn or thread that consists of a large foot or hand driven wheel and one spindle. Picard: Cattle, chickens, pigs. Not DNA, the actual livestock. Incredible. Why would anyone carry such an insane mix of cargo? Data: Spindle, a thin rounded tapering rod Picard: Data! Data: Perhaps they were planning for the worst, sir. Picard: Theorize, Data. Give me some background. Data: In the early twenty-second century, Earth was recovering from World War Three. A major philosopher of the period was Liam Dieghan, founder of the Neo-Transcendentalists, who advocated a return to a simpler life in which one lived in harmony with nature, and learned under her gentle tutelage Picard: Thank you, Data. But if this was a ship full of utopians, why carry all this technological baggage? Data: I have insufficient information from which to form a cogent theory, sir. Worf: Doctor. I wished to thank you for protecting my Pulaski: Your secret is safe with me. Worf, I'm honored. No one has ever performed the Klingon tea ceremony for me. Pulaski: There, that should do it. Worf: You know the ceremony? Pulaski: I understand the externals, not the mysteries. I'm not a Klingon. Worf: You must not drink the tea. It is deadly to humans. Pulaski: And none too good for Klingons. Worf: It is a test of bravery, of one's ability to look at the face of mortality. It is also a reminder that death is an experience best shared, like the tea. Pulaski: Worf, you're a romantic. Worf: It is among the Klingons that love poetry achieves its fullest flower. Pulaski: Hold that thought. Pulaski: Antidote. If we're going to share, let's share. Now, quote me a little of that poetry. Picard: Initiate sensor sweeps. Data: Aye, sir. The system's sun has entered a period of severe flare activity. Riker: Now we know what triggered the SOS. Data: Class M readings from the fifth planet in the system. Picard: Take us in. Worf: Shields at maximum. Data: Sensors indicate human life form readings thirty meters below the planet's surface. Worf: Hailing on all frequencies. No response so far, but the flares may be interfering with communications. Data: There is no evidence of an advanced communication network. Picard: They brought a lot of technology. Where is it? Worf: There is no artificial power source on the planet. Data: The stellar flares are increasing in magnitude and frequency. Computer projections indicate they will brush the planet in three point six hours. Worf: Evacuation will be difficult. We can lower our shields for transport only between the flares. Troi: Captain, these people have been isolated for three hundred years. They could be very unsophisticated. The shock of suddenly being transported onto a spaceship could frighten them, to say the least. Picard: Your point is well taken, Counselor. Number One, you're going to have to go down there. Riker: On my way. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 42827.3. Commander Riker has reached the caverns, where he is making preparations to begin the evacuation. Picard: What's the situation, Number One? Riker: There are roughly two hundred people down here. Picard: Their condition? Riker: Surprisingly good. Picard: Are they willing to leave? Riker: Yes, but Picard: Well, get them up here. Riker: I'm having a little debate with the colony's leader. It seems Picard: There's no time, Number One. Initiate the transport. Riker: But, sir Picard: Whatever the problem, we'll handle it up here. Riker: Aye, aye, sir, we're on our way. All of us. Riker out. Riker: First load ready, Mister O'Brien. O'Brien: Energizing. O'Brien: Captain, you'd better get somebody down here. Right away. Danilo: Take the pig out there, will you? Very good. Riker: O'Brien, I think that third wave should be in position. Danilo: Shoo, damn you, shoo. O'Brien: Aye, sir. Danilo: O'Brien, is it? I should have known t'would be a good Irishman that was running this ship. Picard: What the devil is going on here, Number One? Danilo: Ah, Captain Picard is it. The man who makes decisions for me and mine without so much as a by your leave. Picard: This is my Security Chief, Lieutenant Worf. Danilo: I don't suppose security is much of a problem for you. Danilo Odell, sir, at your service. Picard: What are these animals doing here, Number One. Riker: I'm sorry, sir. It was either this or arguing till hell froze over. Danilo: Captain Picard, sir, we can't leave our animals here to die. Besides, how could we build our future without our animals? Picard: All right. Chief O'Brien, transport this group directly to cargo hold seven, and beam the remaining refugees from the planet directly to that hold. O'Brien: Yes, sir. Danilo: Right, lads. Everybody back onto the infernal machine. Riker: Everybody up here. Danilo: Captain! Captain, t'was very good of you, sir, to rescue us from our troubles. Picard: My pleasure. Danilo: Sir, you must be worth quite a bit to own a fine ship like this. Picard: I don't own the Enterprise, I command her. Danilo: Whatever. Sir, would you happen to be married? Picard: No. Why? Danilo: No? Well, you see, sir, I have a daughter. Picard: Felicitations. Danilo: Would you be interested, sir? Picard: No. Danilo: You're quite sure? Picard: Quite sure. Danilo: He's quite sure. Picard: What's the total? Worf: Two hundred and twenty three. Pulaski: Count on two more in the next few days. Picard: Set course for the nearest starbase. Pulaski: You know, they were anachronistic in 2123. It will be interesting to see how they cope. Riker: They'll learn and adapt. If Danilo Odell's any indication, they'll be running this place inside of a week. Worf: Lieutenant Worf, here. Report. Crewman: Fire in cargo hold seven. Riker: The Bringloidi. Picard: What have they done to my ship now? Worf: Keep the area clear. Picard: Report. Worf: Fire has been contained. No damage. Picard: Unseal the doors. Danilo: My God, Picard, the place is a bloody death trap! Lightning bolts falling from the ceiling! Danilo: What the hell was that thing? Worf: Automated fire system. A force field contains the flame until the remaining oxygen within the field has been consumed. Danilo: What if I had been under that thing? Worf: You would have been standing in the fire. Danilo: Well, leaving that aside for the moment, I mean, what would have happened to me? Worf: You would have suffocated and died. Danilo: Sweet mercy. Brenna: Oh, there you are. Your hospitality leaves a hell of a lot to be desired! You don't offer us a bite or a sup, and when we build a fire to cook a little something, the place goes mad! Picard: My apologies. I was unaware that you had not been instructed in the use of the food dispensers. Brenna: And what are you staring at? Have you never seen a woman before? Riker: I thought I had. Danilo: Commander, may I present my daughter, Brenna Odell. Riker: Pleased to meet you, ma'am. Brenna: You may have all the time in the world, but I've dozens of frightened and hungry children and women to look after. Riker: And what about the men? Brenna: Well, I'm sure they'll find their comfort as they always do, in the bottom of a mug of home brew! Danilo: Pay no heed, Commander. She's a fine girl. She's not usually so sharp tongued. Brenna: Dado! Riker: Sir? That's the last thing I expected. Picard: Sometimes, Number One, you just have to bow to the absurd. Danilo: Captain, Captain, sir. How did the ship sense the fire? Picard: The ship's computer Danilo: Computer? Picard: The ship's computers sense a localized increase Brenna: Men! Always talking when there's work to be done. And shouldn't you be flying this ship, or whatever it is you do? Riker: Sir, I think I'll stay and give her some help. Riker: That isn't necessary. The ship will clean itself. Brenna: Well, good for the bloody ship. Tell me, Commander Riker, where does a girl go to wash her feet on this ship? Riker: As the First Officer, I feel it's my responsibility to show you all the amenities. Worf: She is very like a Klingon woman. Danilo: Ah, Captain, there's just one other thing. It slipped my mind in all the hustle and bustle. Picard: The point, Mister Odell. Danilo: Well, in all your travels, have you heard anything from the other colony? Picard: The other colony? Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. A review of stellar charts has revealed a Class M planet only half a light year from the Bringloid system. I am proceeding on the premise that it was the destination of the colony which possessed the more sophisticated equipment. Brenna: William Riker, you're a mess. Riker: You don't have to do that. Brenna: And if I don't, who will? Riker: I can see why your father wants to marry you off. Brenna: Oh, and why is that? Riker: So he can have a pipe and mug of beer in peace. Brenna: You've shown me so many wonders on your great ship, but there's still one thing you haven't shown me. Riker: What's that? Brenna: I'm still waiting to wash my feet. Riker: Right behind that door. Brenna: William, is something wrong? Riker: What do you mean? Brenna: Do you not like girls? Riker: Of course I do. Oh, is there a technique to this foot washing? Brenna: You generally start at the top and work your way down. Riker: I think I can handle that. Brenna: I was hoping you might. Worf: You sent for me? Danilo: Ah, yes, yes. Now, we're brewing poteen, but we need to find a way to heat it without this bloody ship firing bloody lightning bolts at us. Worf: You can obtain spirituous liquours from the food dispensers. Danilo: Oh, no, no, no. It's not that synthehol bilge that O'Brien offered me, is it? Worf: No, if you wish, it can be real alcohol. Danilo: Good. Worf: With all of the deleterious effects intact. Danilo: As it should be. You see, lad, every moment of pleasure in life has to be purchased by an equal moment of pain. Whiskey. Danilo: Terrible. It's got no bite. Worf: Chech'tluth. Danilo: Now that's what I call a wee drop of the creature. Brenna: Father! Danilo: Remember what I said about the moment of pain? Well, tis about to begin. Hello, my darling. Brenna: Oh, my darling, is it? I might have known! Are you drunk yet, or can you talk with Doctor Pulaski about the children? Danilo: What about them? Brenna: She wants to send them to school with the ship's children. Danilo: What do you think? Brenna: I think it's a good idea. So go handle it! I'm sure there's something you can be doing with your time. And as for you. Worf: What? Brenna: Why did you have to tell them that this magic wall can give them more than meat and potatoes? Now we'll never get a lick of work out of them. Worf: Madam, have you considered a career in security? Brenna: If it's anything like babysitting, I'm an authority. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We are approaching the class M planet where we hope to find the other colonists. Worf: Signal from the planet, Captain. Picard: On screen. This is Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise, representing the United Federation of Planets. Granger: This is wonderful. Welcome, Captain. I'm Wilson Granger, Prime Minister of Mariposa. Data: No doubt a descendant of Captain Walter Granger. Granger: Not quite a descendant. We feared Earth had suffered some catastrophe when no one came back to check on us. Picard: I'm afraid the truth is, you got lost in the bureaucracy. But despite the lateness of our arrival, we're here now and we're eager to renew ties. Granger: Splendid. Please, come down, and allow us to extend our hospitality to you and your crew. Picard: Thank you. Form an away team, Number One. Troi: I would urge caution. Riker: Caution? What's wrong? Troi: He's hiding something. Riker: We'll check it out. Mister Worf. Doctor Pulaski, join us in Transporter room three for an away detail. Granger 2: Welcome to Mariposa. I'm Victor Granger, Minister of Health. Riker: Commander William Riker, Doctor Pulaski, Lieutenant Worf. Granger 2: A pleasure. I'll escort you to the Prime Minister. This way please. Riker: Twin brothers? Granger 2: Your arrival really is serendipitous. Pulaski: Oh, how so? Granger 2: Well, perhaps I'll let the Prime Minister to explain that. Riker: Triplets? Worf, there is something damn odd down here. Worf: Quadruplets. Granger 2: Doctor, is your title scientific or medical? Pulaski: Medical. Granger 2: Ah, excellent. Pulaski: Is there some medical problem we should know about? Granger 2: I think it best if the, er Pulaski: Prime minister explains that. Somehow I thought you might. Granger 2: Yes. Excuse me. Gentlemen? Please, follow me. Granger 2: This way please. Doctor. Granger: Welcome to Mariposa. Pulaski: Doctor Katherine Pulaski. Granger: This is my Chief of Staff, Elizabeth Vallis. Pulaski: Tell me, is your entire population made up of clones, Prime Minister? Worf: Clones? Riker: Clones? Granger: Clones. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Prime Minister Granger has requested an urgent meeting to discuss the future of the Mariposan colony. I've invited him to the Enterprise. Granger: Captain, we need your help. Three hundred years ago during our landing on Mariposa, the skin of our ship was breached. Only five of the colonists survived. The progenitors weren't willing to just give up and die, and they were scientists Picard: So, they used that expertise and turned to cloning. Granger: Yes. We had no other option. Two women and three men represented an insufficient gene pool from which to build a society. Pulaski: How did you suppress the natural sexual drive? Drugs? Punitive laws? Granger: In the beginning, a little bit of each. Now, after three hundred years, the entire concept of sexual reproduction is a little repugnant to us. Pulaski: How did you overcome the problem of replicative fading? Granger: We haven't. Pulaski: You have got a problem. Riker: Wait. I don't understand replicative fading. Pulaski: Each time you clone, you're making a copy of a copy. Subtle errors creep into the chromosomes, and eventually you end up with a non-viable clone. Picard: How can we help you? Granger: We need an infusion of fresh DNA. I was hoping that you would be willing to share some tissue samples. Riker: You want to clone us? Granger: Yes. Riker: No way, not me. Granger: How can you possibly be harmed? Riker: It's not a question of harm. One William Riker is unique, perhaps even special. But a hundred of him, a thousand of him diminishes me in ways I can't even imagine. Granger: You would be preserving yourself. Riker: Human beings have other ways of doing that. We have children. Picard: I think you will find that attitude prevalent among all the Enterprise people. Granger: I see. Well, if you are not willing to share your DNA, will you at least send some people to repair our malfunctioning equipment? Picard: Yes, of course. Number One, put a technical team together. Let's get these repairs underway. Riker: Yes, sir. Lieutenant La Forge. Prepare a technical support away team. Meet me in transporter room three. Pulaski: Captain, with your permission, I would like to return to the planet. It could be my last opportunity to study replicative fading. With your permission, of course, Mister Prime Minister. Granger: You'd be most welcome. Perhaps you will find a solution that we have overlooked. Pulaski: Well, I appreciate the compliment, but I don't think that's very likely. And repairing that equipment will certainly not solve your problems. Granger: What other solution do we have? Doctor, remember, there are only five of us. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Commander Riker and Doctor Pulaski have returned to Mariposa with a team of Enterprise technicians. Riker: The repairs are almost complete. I wish there was something more we could do. Granger: Are you sure you won't reconsider? Pulaski: About the cloning? Granger: Yes. Riker: Out of the question. Laforge: Excuse me, sir, I was looking for Commander Riker. Granger: I'm afraid I haven't seen him. Laforge: Doctor Pulaski? Granger: Sorry, I can't help you. Laforge: Well, I guess I'll just have to hunt for them. Sorry to disturb you. Laforge: Hey. So what happened to you two down on Mariposa? Is everything all right? Riker: Is there any reason why it shouldn't be? Laforge: Yeah. Every time I asked where you were, some clone lied to me. Riker: Lied to you? Laforge: Commander, with this I can see better than your average person. Now when someone lies there are certain physical manifestations. Variations in blush response, pupil dilation, pulse, breath rate. Doesn't always work with aliens, but humans? Got'em nailed. Pulaski: The clones lied about our whereabouts? I don't remember anything happening. I was working in their medical facility and got a call to report to Granger's office. I ran into Will on the way Laforge: Now wait a minute. Granger said he hadn't seen either one of you. Did you make it to his office? Riker: I think, I don't remember. Laforge: So what's the prognosis, Doc? Pulaski: Geordi, you'll be pleased to know that you're not missing any epithelial cells. Laforge: Great. Pulaski: Will and I, however, are. Riker: Meaning? Pulaski: Although you can clone from any cell in the body, the cells lining the stomach are the best choice because they're relatively undifferentiated. Laforge: Where are you going? Riker: To their cloning lab. Granger: Stop! Murderers! Riker: Like hell! You're a damn thief! Pulaski: Gentlemen, please. Granger: What else could we do? We asked for your help and you refused us. We're desperate. Desperate! Riker: And that gave you the right to assault us, to rob us. Granger: We have the right to survive! Picard: Doctor, how desperate is the colony's situation? Pulaski: They've got two or three generations, then the fading will be terminal. They're among the walking dead now. They just haven't been buried. Riker: I want the cloning equipment inspected. Who knows how many tissue samples were stolen. We certainly have a right to exercise control over our own bodies. Pulaski: You'll get no argument from me. Troi: I know the Mariposan culture seems alien, even frightening, but really, we do have much in common. They're human beings fighting for survival. Would we do any less? Picard: Are you saying we should give them the DNA samples they require? Pulaski: That's just postponing the inevitable. If they get an infusion of fresh DNA, in fifteen generations they'll just go back to the same problems. Cloning isn't the answer. What they need is breeding stock. Picard: The Bringloidi. Troi: Yes. They have the energy and drive, and the clones possess the emotional maturity and the technological knowledge. Picard: They started out together. It seems only fitting they should end up together. Pulaski: It's a match made in heaven. Riker: Unfortunately it will have to be a shotgun wedding. Granger: I'm sorry, Captain, it's out of the question. You're trying to dump your problems on us. We have problems of our own. Picard: Don't you understand? The Bringloidi can help you. Granger: Look at him. How could we ever integrate that into our society? Danilo: You're no prize yourself. Granger: Primitive, hostile, disruptive. It would require enormous effort to even educate them. Danilo: Oh, forget it, Captain Picard. I'm not going to come in here with my hat in my hand begging charity from this blatherskite. Picard: Now stop! I will not allow posturing and bigotry to destroy this meeting. Now please, sit down. Now, Commander Riker has asked that your laboratories be inspected for stolen tissue samples, and I understand his concern. We may have to transport all your equipment here, to the Enterprise. Granger: I see. When reason fails, you'll resort to blackmail. Picard: Fine. Destroy yourselves. Pulaski: It's not so bad, Captain. In fifty years we'll have a new class M planet, complete with cities, and ready for colonization. Picard: You see, the end is closer than you like to think. Granger: I don't know. There are so many difficulties. Danilo: Look, man. We are decent, hard working people. We're willing to learn. Granger: They're so different. Picard: It is the differences that have made us strong. Granger: For three hundred years, we have denied the carnal side of our nature. How can we learn to put that aside? Danilo: Well, you put a young couple together and you let nature take its course. Pulaski: Now if this is going to work, you're going to have to alter your society, too. Monogamous marriage will not be possible for several generations. Danilo: I don't quite understand. Pulaski: Thirty couples are enough to create a viable genetic base. But the broader the base the healthier and the safer the society. So it will be best if each woman, Bringloidi and Mariposan, had at least three children by three different men. Danilo: I think I could handle that, yes. Granger: Oh, God, it's so Picard: Frightening? Granger: Repugnant. Danilo: So, it's a done deal? And here's my hand on it. Right, now, let's go and stake out my three women. Send in the clones. Picard: I must be out of my mind. Pulaski: Starfleet will probably agree with you. Danilo: Excuse me, sir. Captain. Thank you. Brenna. Brenna, a word. Brenna: Isn't that just like a man! You make these grandiose decisions, but you never stop to consider the poor women. Picard: Miss Odell, I Brenna: You men draw a mug, and solve all the problems of the world while the beer goes down, but, when it comes to the practical matters, it always falls to the women to make your grand dreams come true. Picard: Miss Odell, you were the one who wanted a new home. Brenna: But I don't know if I want to be Eve. Picard: It's your choice. If you wish, you can stay on the Enterprise. We will drop you at a starbase, then you can go where you wish. Brenna: Leave my da? Picard: If this is going to work, these people will need your strength, your guidance. Brenna: Oh, damn. What does he do again? Picard: Prime Minister. Brenna: Sounds important. Picard: Oh, it is. Brenna: Sounds like he might have more than two coins to rub together. Three husbands?

Scene: Captain's log, Stardate 42859.2. We are in orbit around Antede Three, awaiting the arrival of two dignitaries. Our mission is to escort them to a conference on planet Pacifica, where they will be given the opportunity to join the Federation. Picard: I thought you might find this interesting, Mister Crusher. Few humans have ever seen an Antedean in the flesh. Picard: Welcome. I'm Jean-Luc Picard, Captain of the Enterprise. Wesley: Are they alright, Captain? Picard: Yes. This is their preferred way of space travel. Pulaski: Their physical condition is good enough, considering the circumstances. Picard: It is a self-induced catatonic state. Their way of dealing with the trauma of spaceflight. Wesley: Will we try to revive them? Picard: No, not until we reach the Pacifica conference, three days from now. Doctor, have you prepared a Sickbay facility to accommodate our guests? Pulaski: As soon as I can make some adjustments. Their physiology is unusual. You can store them for a few hours? O'Brien: Sure. I'll have them kept out of the way here. Picard: Mister Worf, provide security. Worf: Aye, sir. Wesley: What's in that container? Pulaski: Vermicula. It's their food. When they come out of stasis, they'll be very hungry. Wesley: They eat this? Pulaski: In great quantities. Worf: What a handsome race. Riker: So what did you think of the Antedeans, Wesley? Wesley: They are rather strange-looking, Commander. Data: Judging a being by its physical appearance is the last major human prejudice, Wesley. Picard: Your point is well taken, Mister Data. I'm sure that to the Antedeans, we are equally unattractive. Worf: Captain, we are being hailed by a small transport vessel, just coming into range. Troi: Oh, my God. Picard: What's the problem? Troi: What's she doing here? Wesley: On screen, Captain. Pilot: Starship Enterprise, come in. Riker: We have you on our viewer, pilot. Pilot: Enterprise, I have a passenger. A VIP passenger who I'm ordered to Lwaxana: Oh, let me talk to them. I'm sure I'm more articulate than that. Troi: Mother. Data: Captain, we are receiving Starfleet orders granting a Lwaxana Lwaxana: Lwaxana Troi, daughter of the Fifth House, Holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rixx, Heir to the Holy Rings of Betazed. Data: Full ambassadorial status, sir. Riker: It looks like it's back into that dress uniform, sir. Data: And yours as well, Commander. She is listed as representing the Betazed government at the conference. Troi: Mother, please, don't do this to me. Lwaxana: Do what to you, Little One? Oh, Jean-Luc. What naughty thoughts. But how wonderful you still think of me like that. Troi: It's so like my mother to do the unexpected. Picard: It will be pleasant to have her as a guest of the Enterprise again. Energize. Lwaxana: Legs! Where are the legs? Troi: Where they belong, Mother, Right under you. Lwaxana: Oh, I hate that. I will never completely trust this device, Jean-Luc. Troi: Captain Picard, Mother. Lwaxana: Aaagh! Picard: Explain to her. Riker: I'm sorry they startled you, Mrs. Troi. They're Antedean delegates. They're being stored here temporarily. Lwaxana: Delegates? Last time I saw something like that, it was being served on a plate. Darling. Well, well, well. And you, Jean-Luc, I wasn't aware you had such handsome legs. My valet is waiting. You may beam him aboard now. Lwaxana: You remember Mister Homn, of course. Picard: It would be hard to forget Mister Homn. Lwaxana: I retain his services despite the outlandishly lustful thoughts he spews in my direction. You can put that down, Homn. We can't deny the Captain the honor of carrying my belongings. Picard: I will not interfere with Homn's duties this time. Lwaxana: That's not what you're really thinking, Jean-Luc. You forget I'm a telepath. Riker: Mrs.Troi, since this obviously significant to you, I'll I'll carry it. Riker: Just down this corridor. Lwaxana: He has nice legs too, Little One. Is he still yours? Troi: Humans no longer own each other that way, Mother. Lwaxana: Really? That's a custom we may have to introduce again. Lwaxana: Thank you. Riker: Glad to help. Picard: Well, I trust you will be comfortable here. If you will excuse me. Lwaxana: I am be serving a Betazoid dinner of greeting tonight, Captain. It is an ambassadorial function. Picard: It sounds delightful. Lwaxana: He's a fine man. Solid, reliable. He's a little on the stuffy side, but, all in all, he's not that bad. Troi: I can't believe you, Mother. You sound like you're sizing up a commodity. Lwaxana: But that's exactly what men are, darling. Especially human men. Was your father ever unhappy with me? Troi: No. He worshiped you. But I don't think I'll ever learn to see men the way you do. Lwaxana: You will as you mature, darling. And the men in your life are going to bless you for it. You're so beautiful. Wesley: And she actually complimented Captain Picard on his legs? Data: I would have thought a telepath would be more diskreet, sir. Riker: Exactly the opposite. She knows what's in your mind and she lets you know what's on hers. Picard: Gentlemen. I think we must not lose sight of the fact that we're talking about someone who has been granted ambassadorial rank. Even though she may appear somewhat eccentric, Lwaxana Troi must be treated with the appropriate respect. Is that understood? Picard to Pulaski. Pulaski: Yes, Captain. Picard: When did you last time you look in on the Antedean guests? Pulaski: Doing so right now, Captain. Picard: Are they still catatonic? Pulaski: Status of the beings is unchanged. Pulse, still steady. Respiration normal for them. Picard: Understood. Keep me informed. Picard out. I'll be in my quarters. It will be a dress uniform dinner, gentlemen. Riker: Sir? Data: To which dinner was the Captain referring, sir? Riker: Nothing I've been invited to. Any of you? Very interesting! Picard: Doctor? You're not attending the dinner with the rest of us this evening? Pulaski: I've already eaten, but thanks, Captain. Picard: I seem to be a little early. I'm sure the others will be here soon. The other officers? Commander Riker? Counselor Troi? Lwaxana: Hello, Jean-Luc. So glad you could come. Lwaxana: A toast to Earthmen, who, despite their faults, have that unique ability to charm women of all races, in all corners of the galaxy. Picard: Speaking on behalf of men of Earth, which is indeed an awesome responsibility, I thank you. Lwaxana: I know what you're thinking, Captain. Picard: You do? Lwaxana: You're wondering whether I'm seeing any other man. On a serious basis. Picard: Well, actually, I wasn't Lwaxana: I wouldn't worry about it, Jean-Luc. Competition seems to bring out the best in the human male. Picard: The fact is, I wasn't expecting this setting. I had assumed that my senior Bridge officers would be attending. Lwaxana: You never assume anything where Lwaxana Troi is concerned. Betazoid women are full of surprises. Strange, I'm not really very hungry tonight. I wonder what's made me lose my appetite? Any ideas? Picard: Of course, you're giving thanks for your food. I'd forgotten about that. I wonder how many other cultures have similar customs. Lwaxana: I don't know. Picard: Well, let's find out. Commander Data? Data: Yes, Captain? Picard: Mrs. Troi and I are having a very interesting discussion about various societies' ways of giving thanks. The Betazoid use of the chime, for instance. Data: The use of the chime is unique, but not at all dissimilar to the Data: Ooolans of Marejaretus Six, who use two large stones which are continuously struck during the meal. Those at the dinner must eat until the stones are broken. Data: Or the oligarchy on Atifs Four, which require a young Picard: Data, this is fascinating. Don't you agree, Mrs. Troi? Commander, if your duties permit, why don't you join us for dessert? I'm sure that Mrs. Troi would much appreciate the pleasure of your company. Lwaxana: What? Data: Indeed, sir. I'm on my way. Data out. Lwaxana: How could you possibly think I would want to share our special time together with that, that, robot of yours? Picard: Because of Data's wonderful after-dinner conversation. His anecdotes are the stuff of legends aboard this ship. Data: So, by using the square root of pi and multiplying it by nine to the third power, I was able to accurately calculate the distance between the Omicron system and the Crab Nebula. Picard: Fascinating, Data, absolutely fascinating. I'm sure Mrs. Troi would love to hear the one about the anomalous chemical composition of brown dwarf stars. Lwaxana: Not really. Data: Yes, Captain. That is a particularly spellbinding subject. In most stars, the rare Earth element europium is enriched relative to samarium and gadolinium Lwaxana: Is that so? Data: It is. However, Pulaski: Your mother seems quite an interesting woman, Deanna. Troi: Perhaps I should tell you something about my mother's condition at this time. Pulaski: Condition at this time? Troi: It's something that occurs to Betazoid females as they enter mid-life. We call it the phase. Pulaski: Mid-life? As in a human female's menopause? Troi: Similar. It's only at mid-life that a Betazed female becomes, well, fully sexual, if you know what I mean. Pulaski: Yes, I think I do. I also think that I saw the Captain on his way to her quarters. Troi: I wonder if I shouldn't warn him? Pulaski: No. As ship's Doctor I'd consider it excellent exercise for his reflexes and agility. Troi: Doctor ! Pulaski: For staying ahead of your mother. Troi: Yes. An animal is always at its best when hunted. Pulaski: Or when hunting. Data: And at this point, the second co-orbital satellite avoids a collision with the first. Lwaxana: Deanna, darling. Thank the Four Deities you're here. Troi: I hope I'm not interrupting. Picard: No, I must, as a matter of fact, be getting back to the Bridge. Data: Captain. Perhaps I should remain and further entertain our guest. Lwaxana: No! I mean, I'm sure you're needed on the Bridge as well. Picard: Well, thank you for a delicious meal. We must do this again sometime. Lwaxana: I know we will. Lwaxana: Well, Little One, the Captain is every bit as charming as your father was. Picard: Data, you will never know just how much I owe you for that. Data: Indeed, Captain? I know many more interesting anecdotes, sir. For example, Picard: Data. Data: Sir? Picard: Later. Data: Yes, sir. Troi: Why would you come aboard at a time like this? Lwaxana: I had no choice. I was going to Pacifica, you were going to Pacifica. Troi: Don't be absurd, Mother. You knew what would happen. Troi: What stage is it in? Lwaxana: I have it completely under control. Troi: What stage is it in? Lwaxana: Well, far enough along for me to enjoy it, Little One. Troi: Now I know why you wore that dress. Lwaxana: Don't be ridiculous. This simple little dress? Nothing provocative about it. Troi: What are we going to do? Lwaxana: I'm going to do the only honorable thing there is to do. And I'd say your Captain has the inside track. Troi: Mother, don't even think it. Lwaxana: Why not? He was thinking about it all through dinner. Picard: I was what? I tell you, Deanna, for a telepath, your mother's accuracy leaves much to be desired. Troi: Actually, her telepathic prowess is quite advanced. Except for now. Riker: Except for now? Picard: Don't misunderstand me, Counselor. Your mother is a beautiful person, Troi: My mother is beginning a physiological phase. It's one that all Betazoid women must deal with as they enter mid-life. Riker: Yes, it's something Troi warned me about when we first started to see each other. A Betazoid woman, when she goes through this phase, quadruples her sex drive. Troi: Or more. Riker: Or more? You never told me that. Troi: I didn't want to frighten you. She has opted for the only dignified option open to her. Riker: Isolation? Troi: She has decided to focus all of her sexual energy on one male, who will, of course, eventually become her husband. It seems, Captain, that you are the early favorite. Riker: Congratulations, sir! Picard: I'm not amused, Number One. There must be some way to convince her that it's quite impossible, without offending her. Troi: You cannot apply human style logic to this, Captain. A Betazoid woman in the phase would be shocked and deeply resentful, should you spurn any such advances. She would take it personally. Picard: Well, under the circumstances, I think it would be prudent if I were to make myself less available for the duration of this journey. Riker: Agreed. Picard: Setting, San Francisco California, United States Of America. The year, 1945 A.D. The office of Dixon Hill, Private Investigator. Computer: Program complete. You may enter when ready. Madeline: Hi, Dix. Picard: Madeline. Good to see you again. Madeline: You're too much, Dix. You make it sound like you ain't seen me in a year. You got two calls. They're on your desk. Picard: New cases? Madeline: Are you kidding? The last time we had a new case, Hitler and Stalin were bosom buddies. The landlord came by. He wants the geetas or he wants you out. Picard: The geetas? Madeline: The moolah, Dix. The rent. And since we're on the subject, it's been a month since I seen anything. Now I know it's been tough, since you got out of the hospital, but I got responsibilities. Picard: Then I suppose I had better get a case. Madeline: It wouldn't hurt. Lwaxana: Unavailable? Ship's business? You mean ship's business takes precedence over me? Troi: I'm afraid so, Mother. Lwaxana: Oh, well, he was too old for me anyway. Homn, perhaps we should consider my alternate plan. Troi: Alternate plan? Lwaxana: You worry too much, Little One. Your mother has the situation well in hand. Madeline: There's a gentleman here to see you, Mister Hill. And he doesn't look like a client. Slade: Hill? The name is Slade Bender. Picard: Excuse me. What can I do for you, Mister Bender? Slade: It's about Alva. Picard: You'll have to be a little more precise. Slade: Okay, you want to play stupid? That's jake with me. A week ago a man came in here. He wanted you to find his girlfriend. Name's Alva. Picard: Did I find her? Slade: You know, you're getting on my nerves. You found her, all right. Face down in the river. Picard: I'm sorry to hear that. Slade: Yeah, yeah, we're all broken up about it. Especially the boyfriend, who's been indicted for murder. Picard: And what are you here to do? Ask for a refund? Slade: Nah, I'm here to kill you! Picard: Computer, freeze program. Computer, this isn't what I wanted at all. It's much to violent. I'm here to relax, not to dodge bullets. Reconfigure. Computer: Please define. Picard: More ambience. Less substance. Computer: Do you wish to leave the holodeck and re-enter, or continue from this point? Picard: I will continue. Computer: Program complete. You may continue. Madeline: There's a gentleman here to see you, Mister Hill. Picard: Thank you, Madeline. Man: You a private dick? Picard: That's what it says on my door. Man: Is that supposed to be funny? 'Cos if it is, you gotta know that I ain't in the mood for funny. Now, I came here on serious business. There's a job I want you to do for me. Picard: Computer, freeze program. Clear. Computer, this still isn't right. One kind of violence is being substituted for another. Reconfigure. Computer: You may continue. Picard: Thank you. Slade: You're through ducking me, Hill! Picard: Computer, freeze program! Variations on a theme. Computer, perhaps I am not clearly defining my intent. Computer: The flexibility of the program is limited to the parameters of the Dixon Hill novels. Picard: Yes. Of course. Worf: Even in this state, they possess a certain dignity, a graceful countenance. Wesley: If you say so, Lieutenant. Worf: I see. Is this how you felt when you first saw me? Wesley: Well, maybe at first, a little. But now that I've seen more Klingons, I've come to think you're handsome for a Klingon. That didn't quite come out the way I meant, sir. Lwaxana: I still say they look better in sauce. When will the good Captain revive them? Wesley: Not until we reach Pacifica, ma'am. Lwaxana: You seem a fine boy. One day you'll grow up to be a big, strong man. But I'm afraid I cannot afford to wait for you to mature. Now that's more like it. Your thoughts, they're primal, savage. I like that in a man. Worf: I am not a man. Lwaxana: Which is in your favor, men so often being irrational and egotistical. But unfortunately, I've grown accustomed to human companionship. Pity. You'd have made a fine choice. Well, who's next, Mister Homn? Lwaxana: Ah yes. Let's do it, I'm not getting any younger. Wesley: What was that all about? Picard: So, Madeline, I'll see you later. Activate program. Madeline: Leaving, Dix? You're not to Rex's bar, are you? Picard: Rex's bar? Why do you ask? Madeline: It's one of the messages I left on your desk. Picard: That sounds like an excellent idea. Would you care to join me? Madeline: Me? Have a drink with you? Picard: Why not? Madeline: There ain't no why not about it. It's just that this is the first time you ever asked. Picard: Is that a problem? Madeline: Not for me, but you'd better take this. Picard: Why? Madeline: Because if we're going to Rex's bar, you're gonna need it. Rex: Hey, Dix. What do you know and what do you say? See this? Germany's getting ready to invade England. Madeline: Who's going to stop them? Rex: Somebody'd better. Madeline: Just as long as it isn't us. The last thing America needs to do is fight in another world war. Picard: Actually, the Second World War, although disastrous, did end with the United States taking its place as a dominant world power and cultural influence in the second half of the twentieth century. Additionally, that war was a catalyst of technological advancement. Developments in rocketry and fission resonate on into the twenty fourth century. Rex: I don't know if I should pour you one, Dix. Sounds like you've got a snootful already. Picard: What's this? Rex: The usual. Picard: Ah, now let me see. That would be Scotch, neat. Rex: What else? Rex: And for the lady? Madeline: Rye and ginger. Picard: Money. I keep forgetting the need to carry money. I must remember not to let this happen again. Rex: Right. I don't mind you being on the cuff, but you're up the sleeve halfway to my collar. Picard: Is that why you wanted to see me, about my bar bill? Rex: No, it's on account of Jimmy Cuzzo. Picard: Jimmy Cuzzo. I know that name. Madeline: He's why I gave you the gun. Picard: What was the name of that case he was involved in? The Parrot's Claw. Madeline: Jeez, Dix. Cuzzo's the guy who iced Marty O'Farron. They never would have nailed him if it hadn't been for you. Your testimony got him arraigned. Rex: Yeah. Yours and mine. Picard: So you brought me here because you didn't want to face him alone. Rex: I don't want to face him at all. I'm hoping that seeing us together will slow him up long enough to get some things straight. Picard: And if it doesn't? Rex: Then you just have to kill him. Pulaski: Bridge, this is Doctor Pulaski. Pulaski: We've just completed the transfer. The Antedeans are now in Sickbay. Riker: Acknowledged, Doctor. Troi: Mother, what are you doing here? You can't just stroll on to the Bridge whenever you feel like it. Lwaxana: I didn't just stroll on, dear. I took the turbo tube, or whatever you call it. The Captain's not here? Riker: He is busy elsewhere, ma'am. Lwaxana: I have other interests as well. Troi: You're scheming something, Mother. Don't try to fool me, I can tell. Lwaxana: You're always so melodramatic, Little One. I'm not scheming, I'm deciding. Troi: Mother, not him. Lwaxana: And why not him? He's adorable. Pulaski: Pulaski to Bridge. Riker: Riker here. Pulaski: The Antedeans are coming around. They are currently in the early stages of post hibernation. Riker: How long until they're fully conscious? Pulaski: I'd guess it to be a matter of hours now. Riker: Very well, I'll inform the Captain. If you'll excuse me, ma'am. Lwaxana: You're going to see the Captain? But I thought he was tied up on ship's business. Riker: In a manner of speaking he is. I'm not going to be disturbing him, I'll just give him the message. Lwaxana: Excellent timing. Then you may also inform him about us. Riker: Us? Lwaxana: You don't mind if I let our ship's crew know first, do you, William? Friends. Dear friends. You are all invited to a prestigious occasion on the planet Pacifica. Troi: No. Lwaxana: There, on the shores of the Western Sea, in a traditional Betazoid ceremony, your Commander Riker and I will be joined in the union of matrimony. Wesley: Married? Lwaxana: Until death us do part. Riker: Mrs. Troi, I don't know how to tell you this. Lwaxana: I know how you feel, dear. You're overwhelmed with excitement. Believe me, I understand. We'll talk about the details later. Right now, there are preparations to be made. Troi: Why did you stop me? Someone needs to set her straight! Riker: I think I'll leave that to the Captain. Troi: Coward. Data: Commander. Are you planning on going into the holodeck? Riker: I thought I might. Would you like to join me? Data: Could you postpone our departure for just five minutes, sir? Riker: No problem. Picard: You said you had responsibilities. What exactly did you mean? Madeline: You know about my mother's cousin, the girl from San Antonio I told you about? Madeline: Jimmy. Rex: I'm as jumpy as Haircut Lapinski trying to land on a fraction. Riker: Sorry to bother you, Captain. Rex: Captain? Picard: Call me Dix. Riker: Sorry to bother you, Dix, but our two passengers have awakened. Picard: Then it's time for me to go. Madeline: What about Jimmy Cuzzo? You can't leave Rex to face him alone. Picard: I'll be back before Jimmy Cuzzo arrives. I guarantee it will be taken care of. Just relax. Rex: Your friends've got time for one drink, haven't they, Dix? Picard: Oh, yes, of course. One more round. These are my associates. This is Nails, from Chicago. And this is Data: Carlos. Picard: From South America. This is Madeline, my secretary, and I want you to meet Rex. You know, I don't think I ever heard your last name? Rex: Hm. Don't think I have one. Just Rex, that's all. So, fellas, tell me your troubles. Riker: Well, troubles. We've got some, Captain. It seems that a certain woman, both wealthy and beautiful, now thinks that that she's going to marry me. Rex: She's got looks and bucks? Sounds like you've got yourself a heck of a deal. Lwaxana: My fiancé just has to see how I look in this. Come along, Homn. Lwaxana: Hello, computer? Is Commander Riker still on the Bridge? Computer: Negative. Riker is currently in holodeck three. Lwaxana: Holodeck? Where is that? Computer: Follow the comm. panel lights. They will lead you there. Rex: Good God, what's that? Rex: I'll bet that's the broad with the big bucks. Come on over here, darlin'. I got the best stool in the house saved for you. Lwaxana: So, this is where you've been hiding, Jean-Luc. I'm surprised you let this part of the ship get this dirty. Oh, relax, Commander. You've been making your true feelings quite clear. Obviously you feel unable to handle me. Rex: Anyway, why would a beautiful high-class lady like yourself want to hook up with a mug like that? You're too good for him, if you ask me. Lwaxana: You are a very interesting person. Rex: You're not so bad yourself. In fact, you're as much class as this joint's ever seen. Here. On the house. It's French. Almost. Lwaxana: This is the most remarkable man. I have never met anyone quite like him. Picard: I don't suppose you have. Lwaxana: He's strong. I get no thoughts from him at all. Nothing. I've never known a man so able to keep his true feelings completely hidden. Picard: That's because Lwaxana: No man has ever been such a mystery to me. I usually know their thoughts before they do. Rex: But not with me, huh? Lwaxana: No. And I never realized how erotic that could be. Carry my beverage to that table. We have some things to discuss. Riker: Should we tell her? Picard: I think it would be only fair. But let's allow her the moment. Antedeans: Food. Food. Food. Food. Food. Pulaski: Worf, the vermicula. Pulaski: Pulaski to Captain Picard. Picard: Go ahead, Doctor. Pulaski: Our passengers are on their feet. Picard: Understood. Riker: I'd better get to the Bridge. Picard: What's their condition? Pulaski: Hungry. Would you like to be shown to your rooms? Picard: Are you coming, Mrs. Troi? Lwaxana: Not just yet. Tell William I'm sorry, but Rex and I are getting married. Picard: Mrs. Troi, your government expects us to deliver you to the conference on time, and that's what I intend to do. Lwaxana: Pity. Duty calls, darling. But I'll be back for you later. Picard: Mrs. Troi, there is something you ought to know about Rex. Lwaxana: Oh? Lwaxana: Imagine, allowing me to go on like that with that man, who doesn't even exist. Troi: But you always say you like surprises, Mother. Lwaxana: Why are they still here? Riker: We thought that since you're going to the same conference, you might like to beam down with the other delegates. Lwaxana: They're not delegates. Those two are assassins. Antedean: That is an outrage! Lies! We demand you transport at once! Lwaxana: Don't bother to deny it. Your minds are so unsophisticated I can read your thoughts in my sleep. Their robes are lined with ultritium, highly explosive, virtually undetectable by your transporter. Data: She is correct, sir. I am detecting large amounts of ultritium. Lwaxana: Well of course you are. They were planning on blowing up the entire conference. Picard: Mister Worf, take them to level five. Disarm them. Hold them for questioning. Worf: Aye, sir. Lwaxana: Ah well, I didn't find a mate, but I did save the conference, as well as your reputations. All in a day's work, I suppose. Picard: Goodbye Mrs. Troi, and thank you. Energize, Chief O'Brien. Lwaxana: Jean-Luc. Shame on you for thinking such a thing.

Riker: Looking good. I'll go five. Pulaski: Five here. Laforge: And five more. Data: I believe the wiser course of action here is to bend. Laforge: You mean fold, Data. Data: That is correct. Fold. To bend. To make compact or to capitulate. Worf: I raise fifty. Data: I do not believe Lieutenant Worf understands all the nuances of this betting procedure. Riker: I wouldn't be so quick to judge, Data. His pile's a lot bigger than yours. Pulaski: Than any of ours. Data: The cards have been favoring the Lieutenant, but that is the result of random chance, therefore, a temporary condition. Laforge: You hope. Worf: Talk or play. Not both. Riker: Fifty, right? Pulaski: Fifty is the bet. What's the matter? Feet getting cold? Riker: My cards are getting cold. Here you go. Pulaski: I'm glad you stayed in. I need the chips. Laforge: Talk, talk, talk Pulaski: Okay, here's the action. Fifty, and another fifty. Laforge: Ouch. Fold, fold, fold Worf: Your fifty, and fifty more. Riker: Love to play, but not with these cards. Pulaski: Looks like it's just us, handsome. I'll see you. Pulaski: Beats my straight. Riker: The Iceman wins again. Pulaski: You took my last chip. You could at least smile, Worf. Laforge: Smiling would break his concentration. Worf: Your deal. Data: Geordi. Data: The game is seven card stud. After the queen, one-eyed jacks and low card in the hole are wild. Laforge: Wait a minute, let me write this down. Worf: I open with fifty. Crewman: Bridge to Commander Riker. We're receiving a class eleven emergency signal from Starfleet Command. Riker: On my way. Laforge: Fifty? You were bluffing. Worf: Klingons never bluff. Laforge: Yeah, right. Picard: Mister Data? Data: Emergency signal reads as follows. Enterprise to divert to coordinates four-two-three by one one two by five one immediately. Further orders forthcoming. Riker: That's it? What's the emergency? Data: The message does not elaborate. Riker: You'd think they'd at least give us a hint. Clancey: Course laid in, Captain. Picard: Warp eight. Whenever Starfleet gets enigmatic, I know we're about to face a challenge. Engage. Data: Our destination is a point near the Boradis system. Picard: That area was colonized fairly recently, as I recall. Data: The first Federation outpost was established thirty four years ago on Boradis Three. Riker: Since then, the Federation has colonized several planets in that sector. Data: Yet we are not headed for a specific colony. The coordinates given are outside the Boradis system. Picard: Any problems reported in that area? Data: None, sir. Picard: What the devil is going on? Worf: Captain, Starfleet Command is hailing us. Picard: About time. On screen. Gromek: Greetings, Captain Picard. Picard: My compliments, Admiral Gromek. Gromek: Captain, you will soon be joined by a Federation special emissary from Starbase One Five Three. We Are now transmitting the specifics. Data: We are receiving, sir. Gromek: The rendezvous will be a bit tricky, so it is imperative you reach the intercept point on schedule. Picard: Understood. And the mission? Gromek: The envoy will fill you in. You are to cooperate fully. Picard: Admiral, can you give me any details? Gromek: Negative. Picard: Admiral, it's a little difficult to prepare for a mission I know nothing about. Gromek: I sympathize, Jean-Luc, but Starfleet Command considers this a top security matter. Once the envoy has briefed you, I think you will understand our caution. Gromek out. Riker: Data, what ship is carrying the envoy? Data: Apparently there were no starships available on Starbase One Five Three. The envoy is aboard a class eight probe. Riker: A class eight probe is just over two meters long. Picard: Yes, that's true, Number One. But if the transmitters and the sensors were removed and life-support installled, there would be just enough room for one person. Riker: And it is designed to travel at warp nine. Data: By sending the probe to meet us rather than diverting the Enterprise, they are saving us six point one hours. Picard: Obviously Starfleet feels that time is of the essence. Riker: But still, to seal someone inside a class eight Probe and launch it off. It's a hell of a way to transport a Federation dignitary. Clancey: Coming to three one mark one one three. i Data: We are on a course precisely parallel to the probe, sir. Picard: Increase speed to warp eight point nine. Clancey: Eight point nine, aye. Picard: Full sensors aft. Worf: Scanning. Riker: Data, if we project our course beyond the rendezvous coordinates, what lies ahead? Data: As far as I can determine, sir, very little. There are four colonies in the Boradis system, as well as nine other outposts scattered throughout the sector. Worf: I have it, sir. Bearing zero five mark two three one. Velocity, warp nine. Clancey: I see it. Picard: Adjust speed to intercept. Worf: Probe is coming up to starboard. Range, eighty two hundred. Tractor beam ready. Picard: Mister La Forge? Laforge: Transporter ready, Captain. Worf: Range now seventy five hundred. Picard: Steady as she goes Worf: Probe is standing abeam. Picard: Engage tractor. O'Brien: Transporter beam locked, Captain. Picard: Energize. O'Brien: Probe aboard, Captain. Picard: Acknowledged. Number One? Riker: I'll welcome our visitor. Picard: Resume original course and speed. Clancey: Aye, sir. Laforge: All yours, Commander. Riker: Something wrong, Doctor? Pulaski: I'm not sure. The readings are quite interesting. K'Ehleyr: I greet you. I am K'Ehleyr. Riker: nuqneH. qaleghneS. K'Ehleyr: You speak Klingon. Riker: A little. I am Commander William Riker. This is Chief Medical Officer Katherine Pulaski. I hope your voyage wasn't too unpleasant. K'Ehleyr: Klingons are not supposed to mind hardship. Nonetheless, I am delighted to be out of that damned coffin. Riker: I don't blame you. It's not the most luxurious accommodation Starfleet has to offer. K'Ehleyr: Whoever said that getting there was half the fun never rode in a class eight probe. Pulaski: How are you feeling? Your vital signs are rather atypical for a Klingon. K'Ehleyr: No doubt because I am only half Klingon. Pulaski: Oh? K'Ehleyr: Yes. My father was Klingon. My mother was human. Riker: Captain, allow me to present Special Federation Emissary K'Ehleyr. Picard: Welcome aboard. I'm Jean-Luc Picard. This is Counselor Troi, Lieutenant Commander Data, and this is Lieutenant K'Ehleyr: Worf. So this is where you've been hiding. I told you we'd meet again. Aren't you going to greet me? Worf: I have nothing to say to you. K'Ehleyr: Haven't changed a bit. Well, I missed you, too. Two days ago, Starbase Three Three Six received an automated transmission from a Klingon ship, the T'Ong. That ship was sent out over seventy five years ago. Riker: When the Federation and the Klingon Empire were still at war. K'Ehleyr: The message was directed to the Klingon High Command. It said only that the ship was returning home and was about to reach its awakening point. Picard: Which suggests that the crew had been in cryogenic sleep for that long journey. K'Ehleyr: Exactly. Riker: And when this crew is revived? K'Ehleyr: We'll have a ship full of Klingons who think the war is still going on. Picard: So our task is to find the ship, and tell the Klingons they're no longer at war. Riker: Why us? Wouldn't a Klingon ship be a better choice? K'Ehleyr: A Klingon ship, the P'rang, is on its way, but it's two days behind us. That may be too late. Troi: Why too late? Riker: When the T'Ong crew awakens it will be within striking range of several Federation outposts. Data: There are thirteen colonies with minimal defenses in that sector. K'Ehleyr: Nice, ripe targets for a Klingon warship. Troi: And you believe you can convince these Klingons that the humans are now their allies? K'Ehleyr: No, not a chance. If you ask me, talking will be a waste of time. Klingons of that era were raised to despise humans. We'll try diplomacy. But I promise you it won't work. And then you'll have to destroy them. Picard: No. K'Ehleyr: No. Captain, these Klingons are killers. You'll have no choice. Picard: We shall find another choice. I want options and I want them before we encounter the Klingon ship. Lieutenant, I'm assigning you to help the Emissary. Dismissed. Troi: I will escort you to the guest quarters. K'Ehleyr: Captain. Picard: Lieutenant? Worf: Sir. I suggest Commander Riker or Data would better serve Special Emissary K'Ehleyr. Picard: Are there any personal reasons you don't want the assignment? Worf: Yes. Picard: Any professional reasons? Worf: No. I withdraw my request, Captain. Picard: Good. Troi: I didn't know it was possible for a human and a Klingon to produce a child. K'Ehleyr: Actually, the DNA is compatible, with a fair amount of help. Rather like my parents. Troi: I know exactly what you mean. My father was human and my mother is a Betazoid. K'Ehleyr: Really? It was the other way around for me. My mother was human. You must've grown up like I did, trapped between cultures. Troi: I never felt trapped. I tried to experience the richness and diversity of the two worlds. K'Ehleyr: Perhaps you got the best of each. K'Ehleyr: Myself, I think I got the worst of each. Troi: Oh, I doubt that. K'Ehleyr: Oh, yes. Having my mother's sense of humor is bad enough. It's gotten me into plenty of trouble. Troi: And your Klingon side? K'Ehleyr: That, I keep under tight control. It's like a terrible temper. It's not something I want people to see. Troi: Everyone has tempers. K'Ehleyr: Not like mine. Sometimes I feel there's a monster inside of me, fighting to get out. Troi: And it frightens you. K'Ehleyr: Of course it does. My Klingon side can be terrifying, even to me. Troi: It gives you strength. It's a part of you. K'Ehleyr: That doesn't mean I have to like it. Worf: You are late. K'Ehleyr: Sorry. Had to make myself beautiful. Worf: I fail to understand why. K'Ehleyr: Worf, we're alone now. You don't have to act like a Klingon glacier. I don't bite. Well, that's wrong, I do bite. Worf: Shall we proceed with our assigned duties? K'Ehleyr: You weren't this aloof six years ago. Or don't you remember? Worf: There is nothing wrong with my memory. K'Ehleyr: Well there's something wrong with the rest of you. You're not even looking at me. Worf: I am familiar with your appearance. K'Ehleyr: And it gives you no pleasure to see me again. It isn't as if we tried it and it didn't work, you know. You never gave it a chance. Worf: I never? K'Ehleyr: I mean, as I see it, we have some unfinished business, you and I. Worf: Not as far as I'm concerned. According to the library computer, the captain of the T'Ong is K'Temoc. But there is nothing regarding the ship's mission. K'Ehleyr: Probably some secret military objective. Worf: Perhaps, but we have no evidence of that. K'Ehleyr: Why else would there be no record of the mission? Worf: The records may simply have been lost. K'Ehleyr: What does it matter? Our concern is the present, the possible threat. Worf: And to contend with that threat, we need information. K'Ehleyr: We have all the information we need. Worf: That is foolish. Knowing their mission might help us understand them. K'Ehleyr: There is nothing to understand. These are Klingons. They'll attack. In their minds, we're the enemy, and there's no way we're going to talk them out of that! Worf: And I do not appreciate being interrupted. K'Ehleyr: And I do not appreciate wasting my time. Worf: We were instructed to come up with options. K'Ehleyr: There aren't any. The assignment's hopeless. Worf: There are always options. K'Ehleyr: Oh, are there? Tell me, whatever happened to that wonderful Klingon fatalism of yours? Worf: My experiences aboard this ship have taught me that most problems have more than one solution. K'Ehleyr: Starfleet hasn't improved you one bit. You're as stubborn as ever. Worf: Are you going to carry out your duties, or aren't you? K'Ehleyr: All right, I will. Upon due consideration of the problem and careful examination of all possible options, my original recommendation stands. Meeting adjourned. K'Ehleyr: Come. Troi: You're upset. K'Ehleyr: Your finely-honed Betazoid sense tells you that? Troi: Well, that and the table. K'Ehleyr: I warned you about my Klingon half. Troi: May I make a suggestion? K'Ehleyr: I thank you, Counselor. But I don't want any counseling. Troi: Actually, I was going to suggest something else. K'Ehleyr: Oh? Troi: I find the exercise programs on the holodeck rigorous enough to put my mind off most frustrations. K'Ehleyr: And it'll keep me from wrecking the ship. Troi: That, too Computer: Enter program. K'Ehleyr: Show me the exercise menu. Hold. Calisthenics program of Lieutenant Worf. Computer: Program complete. You may enter when ready. Picard: Status, Mister Data? Data: Based on the last assumed position of the Klingon vessel, its apparent trajectory, and our estimates of their cruising speed, we should be in scanner range in fifteen hours, eight minutes. Picard: Lieutenant? Worf: Special Emissary K'Ehleyr has declared a short recess, sir. I wish to run a full diagnostic test on all tactical back-up equipment. Riker: We just ran a full test of those systems. Worf: I feel it necessary to check them again. Picard: Lieutenant, I commend your diligence. However, I'm concerned that you're working yourself too hard. Worf: Sir, considering the unknown elements we are about to face Picard: Lieutenant, I order you to relax. Worf: I am relaxd. Yes, sir. Picard: I've never before seen the Lieutenant so unsettled. Riker: The Iceman's finally melting. K'Ehleyr: It's not much of a program. Worf: Computer, level two. K'Ehleyr: Some calisthenics programs are better than others. Worf: You still can make jokes. K'Ehleyr: You don't like people with a sense of humor? Worf: I did not say that. K'Ehleyr: Worf, you're the perfect Klingon. The ultimate minimalist. Talk to me. Worf: I've noted that some people use humor as a shield. They talk much, yet say little. K'Ehleyr: Whereas others take a simpler approach. Say nothing. Worf: When one does not have the words K'Ehleyr: Or is loath to speak them. Why didn't we do this six years ago? Worf: We were not ready. K'Ehleyr: I was. Worf: No, we were both too young, too unaware. We lacked commitment. K'Ehleyr: Perhaps we lacked courage as well. Worf: No longer. tlhIngan jIH. K'Ehleyr: Wait. You can't mean Worf: We are mated. K'Ehleyr: Yes, I know. I was there. But Worf: And now we must solemnize our union with the oath. K'Ehleyr: I'm not going to become your wife! Worf: You already are. K'Ehleyr: Don't give me that Klingon nonsense. Worf: You would dishonor our sacred traditions? K'Ehleyr: They're not sacred. They're absurd! Marrying you is out of the question for a million reasons. Worf: None of which stopped you earlier. K'Ehleyr: Worf, it was what it was. Glorious and wonderful and all that, but it doesn't mean anything. Worf: That is a human attitude. K'Ehleyr: I am human! Worf: You are also Klingon! K'Ehleyr: So that means we should bond for life? Worf: It is our way! K'Ehleyr: Yours, not mine! Worf: tlhIngan jIH! K'Ehleyr: I will not take the oath! Worf: Then this night had no meaning. And that, I will not believe. K'Ehleyr: Believe what you will. Clancey: Approaching the coordinates. Picard: Slow to impulse. Tactical: Short and long-range sensor scans negative, Captain. Picard: Lay in a standard search pattern. Clancey: Search pattern laid in. Picard: Full impulse. Engage. Riker: I hope we find them before they come out of their nap. Picard: Agreed. There's not an outpost in this area could defend itself against a Klingon warship. K'Ehleyr: I've been working on our assignment, trying a few computer simulations. Worf: Your devotion to duty is commendable, if belated. K'Ehleyr: Unwilling to be alone with me? Worf: I asked Lieutenant Commander Data to help us analyze the alternatives. K'Ehleyr: An android chaperon. Data: Android, of course, is correct, but I fail to see how chaperon is applicable in this situation. K'Ehleyr: Never mind. I guess I can't blame you. Tell me one thing. You would have gone through with the oath, wouldn't you? Regardless of the consequences to our careers, to our lives? Worf: Honor demanded no less. K'Ehleyr: What do you want? Is honor all you care about? Don't you feel anything else? No comment, huh? Poor android. Whose behavior do you find more perplexing? Human or Klingon? Data: At the moment, I would find it difficult to choose. K'Ehleyr: So would I. Okay. When we locate the T'Ong, there are two possibilities. First K'Ehleyr: We find the ship before it reaches the awakening point. In that case, we simply keep the crew asleep. Picard: Is that feasible? Laforge: We can beam an away team onto the T'Ong and override the cryogenic controls, sure. K'Ehleyr: Then we await the arrival of the Klingon ship P'rang. Troi: So that when the T'Ong's crew awakens, they're surrounded by their fellow Klingons. Riker: That would be ideal. K'Ehleyr: But there's the second possibility. That the crew of the T'Ong has already revived. Laforge: They realize they're in Federation territory and attack the nearest outpost. Troi: They could have been on a scientific voyage. K'Ehleyr: Klingons of that ear doing research for its own sake? Riker: The point is, they may be reasonable. K'Ehleyr: The point is that this is beside the point. These are Klingons, at war with us. Whatever their mission was, once they see a Federation target, they'll attack. Picard: Could the T'Ong be disabled rather than destroyed? Laforge: We could probably knock out their warp drive engines without damaging the rest of their ship. K'Ehleyr: That would gain you nothing. Disable the ship, and K'Temoc will destroy it himself. Worf: Klingons do not surrender. K'Ehleyr: If we don't reach the T'Ong before its crew wakes up, you have no alternatives. Picard: I can't not accept that. There must be some way that we can make the Klingons listen. If we can only convince them Data: Captain, we are detecting a ship, Data: Bearing three one-six mark four two Data: Extreme sensor range. Picard: Lay in intercept course. Go to yellow alert. Worf: Shields are up. K'Ehleyr: Better lock in phasers. This may be the only chance you get. Clancey: Intercept course laid in. Picard: Hold this position. Let's see if they've spotted us. Magnification, one hundred. Mister Data? Data: Sensors show life forms aboard, but I am unable to ascertain whether they are awake or dormant. However, the vessel's propulsion systems are inactive, so I would hypothesize that the crew is asleep. Data: However, I could be in error. Worf: Shields holding. Riker: They've cloaked themselves. K'Ehleyr: Well, Captain you've had your chance. Laforge: Transferring Engineering to the Bridge. Picard: Can you find them? Laforge: I think so. Those old shields weren't particularly efficient at blocking gamma ray output. If I can tune the sensors to a particular band of. There. Got them. Transferring coordinates to helm. Picard: Intercept. Warp two. Clancey: Warp two, sir. K'Ehleyr: Captain let them die like Klingons, in battle. They deserve that much. Worf: Captain. I have another option. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 42901.3. Despite their cloaking shields, we have located the Klingon vessel, T'Ong. In an effort to avoid further confrontation, we're about to implement the option presented by Lieutenant Worf. Data: The T'Ong has changed course to three two mark eight one. Increasing to warp three. Riker: Standard evasive maneuver. Picard: Helm, stay with them. Clancey: Yes, sir. Data: The T'Ong is now on a heading of four two mark one one three. They are accelerating to warp five. Riker: They're going to make a break for it. Picard: Overtake, warp eight. Clancey: Aye. Picard: Now, put us right in their path and come to a full stop. Full power to shields. Tactical: Full power, sir. Picard: Well, we've thrown down the gauntlet. Let's see if they pick it up. Data: They are slowing to impulse, sir. Tactical: Phaser hit on forward shields. Firming up now. No damage. Riker: I guess we've piqued their interest now. Picard: Agreed. Let's give them the chance to look their enemy in the face. Ready, Lieutenant? Worf: Open hailing frequencies. Tactical: Open, sir. K'Temoc: What? What is this? Worf: Captain K'Temoc, have you lost your mind? Halt your vessel and drop your shields. K'Temoc: What treachery is this? By whose authority? Worf: I am Worf, commanding the Enterprise. And it is you who have committed an act of treason by firing upon this ship. K'Temoc: I have standing orders to fire on all Federation ships! Worf: You fool! Did it not occur to you that the war would be over by now? K'Temoc: I have no proof of that. Worf: Trust your eyes. Or is your brain still stuck in its long slumber? K'Temoc: How do I know this is not a Federation trick? How can I be sure? Worf: Captain, as you are new to this century, I have tried to be patient. But I will tolerate no further insubordination. Drop your shields. Immediately. K'Temoc: And if I refuse? Worf: Then die in ignorance. I can waste no more time on you. Phasers to full power. Tactical: Aye, sir. Phasers ready. Target locked. K'Temoc: You dare not destroy us. We are on a crucial mission by order of the Klingon High Command. Worf: Has the T'Ong dropped its shields? Tactical: No, sir. Worf: Very well. Fire all phasers. K'Temoc: Wait! Lower the shields. I yield command of the T'Ong to you, Captain Worf. Long live the Klingon Empire. Worf: A wise decision, Captain. Commander K'Ehleyr will board your ship and take command. The Klingon cruiser P'rang will soon arrive and escort you home. And, Captain K'Temoc: Yes? Worf: Welcome to the twenty fourth century. Worf: I return command of the ship to you, Captain. Picard: Thank you, Lieutenant. Congratulations. A very fine first command. Well done. Riker: How did you like command? Worf: Comfortable chair. K'Ehleyr: And you wore it well. Worf: One to beam aboard the T'Ong. O'Brien: All set. Worf: I relieve you. O'Brien: Yes, Lieutenant. Worf: The Klingon vessel P'rang will rendezvous with you in three days. K'Ehleyr: In the meantime, I'll begin the assimilation of these Klingons to our era. Worf: Is there anything else you require? K'Ehleyr: No. Nothing else. Damn you, Worf. You'd let me go without saying another word, wouldn't you? Worf: What needs to be said? K'Ehleyr: Nothing. Everything. We're about to go our separate ways again. Worf: And that disturbs you? K'Ehleyr: I hid the truth from you. Last night did have meaning. I was tempted to take the oath with you, but it scared me. I've never had such strong feelings toward anyone. Worf: Nor have I. K'Ehleyr: Then it was more than just a point of honor. Maybe someday, when our paths cross again, I won't be as easy to get rid of. Worf: K'Ehleyr. I will not be complete without you.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 42923.4. Despite misgivings, I have agreed to Starfleet's request that the Enterprise divert to the Braslota System, to take part in a war game exercise. Joining us as observer and mediator is the Zakdorn Master Strategist, Sirna Kolrami. Picard: Mister Kolrami. Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Welcome aboard. Kolrami: Captain. I bring greetings from those at Starfleet Command. Picard: Would you care to be shown to your quarters? Kolrami: I require little rest, Captain. I prefer that we commence with our mission. Worf: Despite their reputations, this Zakdorn does not appear to be a very formidable warrior Data: In the game of military brinksmanship, individual physical prowess is less important than the perception of a species as a whole. For over nine millennia, potential foes have regarded the Zakdorns as having the greatest innately strategic minds in the galaxy. Worf: So no one is willing to test that perception in combat. Data: Exactly. Worf: Then the reputation means nothing. Kolrami: The Braslota System. In orbit around the second planet is the eighty-year old Starcruiser, Hathaway. He is still your first choice? Picard: Commander Riker will captain the Hathaway. Kolrami: You will have forty eight hours to ready your vessel before the Enterprise attacks. Riker: And we'll experience actual battle conditions? Kolrami: Correct. Engineering will disconnect the Enterprise's weapons and link the system with the modified laser-pulse beam. All hits will be recorded electronically. If the computer registers damage, it will act accordingly, shutting down the affected areas for the appropriate repair time. Additional questions? Captain Picard, it is my understanding that you initially resisted Starfleet's request for this simulation. Picard: Yes. Kolrami: May I know why? Picard: Starfleet is not a military organization. Its purpose is exploration. Kolrami: Then why am I here? Picard: With the Borg threat, I decided that my officers and I needed to hone our tactical skills. In a crisis situation, it is prudent to have several options. Riker: I prefer brains over brawn as well. I think it's a waste of effort to test our combat skills. It's a minor province in the make-up of a starship captain. Kolrami: Your objection is noted. Let us hope your distaste for the exercise will not affect your strategic abilities. Riker: Mister Kolrami, when I agree to do something. I do it. Do you care to surrender now, Captain? Picard: Well, Number One, you are allowed a complement of forty, so select whom you will, save of course Mister Data, who will serve as my first officer during your absence. Kolrami: I had envisioned you defining the crew. Picard: On my ship, the leader of an away team has total control of the mission. If you want to judge leadership, why not start at the beginning? Kolrami: Very well, Captain. Pulaski: My, what a charmer. Picard: Doctor. Pulaski: Captain, he needs an attitude adjustment. Data: The Zakdornian culture is replete with self-assuredness and confidence. Seldom is it undeserved. For example, Kolrami is a third level grand master at the game of Strategema. Laforge: Another millimeter. That's it. A little more. There. That's excellent. Riker: Lieutenant? Laforge: Yes, Commander. Riker: You've heard of the simulation aboard the Hathaway? Laforge: Yes, sir, and the best of luck to you. I've researched the old Avidyne engines. They're archaic by our standards, very touchy. Riker: Anticipating the worst, do you think they can be whipped into shape in forty eight hours? Laforge: I've already taken the liberty of putting together a few necessities. Worf: Enter! Riker: Am I disturbing you? Worf: Just finished. Riker: You know of the simulation. What do you think? Worf: Waste of time. Riker: It's just designed to be an exercise. Worf: Useless. If there is nothing to lose, no sacrifice, then there is nothing to gain. Riker: You mean besides pride. Well, in this case it doesn't matter. I probably haven't got a chance. Worf: There is always a chance. Riker: Slim. The Hathaway's most sophisticated weapon system, even in a computer mock-up, can't hope to defeat the Enterprise. Worf: Well, still Riker: You're out-manned, you're out-gunned, you're out-equipped. What else have you got? Worf: Guile. Riker: Join me. Worf: The honor is to serve. Picard: Begin long-range scanning of all sectors within three light years of Braslota. How is your crew shaping up? Riker: It's complete, but I would like to request an addition. Picard: Anyone in particular? Riker: With your permission, I would like Acting Ensign Crusher aboard for educational observation. Wesley: Thank you, Captain. Riker: It appears we will have some time before reaching Braslota. I was wondering if you'd agree to play me in a game of Strategema. Kolrami: Although I am intrigued by the audacity of your request, I can't fathom why you wish the encounter. Riker: I enjoy a challenge. Kolrami: Very well. An opponent of limited dimensions can often be quite diverting. Riker: Thank you. Laforge: So you're going to beat him? Riker: Nope. Laforge: Well, then it's going to be a close one. Riker: No. Laforge: But you have got a chance? Riker: Nah. Laforge: Are you going to bother to show up? Riker: Sure, Kolrami is the best ever at Strategema. Just to get to play him is a privilege. Laforge: Other aside from your being privileged, is there anything else I can look forward to? Riker: Nope. Laforge: This is going to be exciting. Pulaski: Against an opponent of approximate skill, Strategema can last well over one thousand moves. Laforge: I wouldn't bet on us being here that long. Worf: I have wagered heavily in the ship's pool that you will take him past the sixth plateau. Riker: And if I don't? Worf: I will be irritated. Data: Forever curious, this urge to compete. Pulaski: It's a human response. That inborn craving to gage your capabilities through conflict. Data: Doctor, there are other ways to challenge oneself. Pulaski: Perhaps, but they all lack a certain thrill. Troi: Data, humans sometimes find it helpful to have an outsider set the standard by which they're judged. Data: To avoid deceiving oneself. Pulaski: Maybe you should challenge Kolrami to Strategema. Data: Why, Doctor? Pulaski: Because when someone is that smug, you occasionally have to deflate them just a little. Laforge: Yeah, Data, I'd like to see your neural flex tear him down a peg. Data: To what end? Worf: Computer. Actuation positions for Strategema. Ready? Begin. Laforge: Come on, Commander, come on now. Troi: Will. Laforge: You can do it. You can get him. Come on, Commander. Come on, you got him, you got him, watch out. Here you go. Pulaski: That's it? Riker: I'm afraid so. Pulaski: But but you only made twenty-three moves. Riker: Yes. Congratulations. < Picard: Commander Riker, there's your next challenge. Worf: Away team assembled and ready to transport, Commander. Riker: I may get over there and want to come right home. Picard: Good luck, Number One. Captain. Kolrami: The simulation will commence in forty eight hours. Laforge: There should be some emergency Bridge lighting here. Worf: Not good. Riker: Ah, you're wrong, Mister Worf. It's fantastic. And it's ours. Mister Worf. Worf: Sir, Lieutenant La Forge is a superior officer. The honor should be his. Riker: Worf, this is a battle simulation. You're my Tactical Officer. I've discussed this with Geordi and we agreed. You need to be at my side. Laforge: Besides, Worf, if Engineering's anything like the Bridge, I'm going to have my hands full. Riker: Attention, crew of the USS Hathaway. This is your Captain. Over the next two days, you might lose a lot of sleep, but with your skill and your stamina, we'll have this old lady ready to fly. I want hourly progress reports from all stations. Riker out. Riker: Nice job, Geordi. Riker: Now, what are the possibilities of warp drive? Laforge: Not good. There are only a few dilithium fragments left in the holding clamps. Even if we had crystals that were intact, there's no anti-matter to fuel the drive. Riker: Any recommendations? Laforge: No, sir. Wesley: We haven't got a prayer. Riker: Would you like to transfer back Riker: To the Enterprise, Mister Crusher? Wesley: No, sir. Riker: Wes, remember our purpose is to improvise, Riker: It's the effort that counts. Picard: Open. Kolrami: I believe the rules are understood by all. Picard: The weapons conversion, Lieutenant Burke? Burke: Complete, Captain. Worf: Signal received. Locked on. Riker: She's really been stripped down, Captain. Kolrami: The only offensive systems you'll need will be simulated by computer. Riker: What's the Zakdornian word for mismatch? Kolrami: Challenge. We do not whine about the inequities of life. And how you perform in a mismatch is precisely what is of interest to Starfleet. After all, when one is in the superior position, one is expected to win. Picard: Screen off. You have the Bridge, Mister Data. Data: Aye, sir. Kolrami: Lieutenant Commander Data, I am intrigued by your challenge. Doctor Pulaski informed me of your desire to play a game of Strategema. Data: But I expressed no such interest. Pulaski: What Commander Data means is that he would never have asked you himself, but I know he's very interested in pitting his skill against yours. Kolrami: Play against a machine. Why should I wish to? Pulaski: I don't blame you. It's no fun going into a game when you know you're going to lose. Kolrami: But I wouldn't lose. Now you're no doubt going to tell me that I have to prove it to you. Pulaski: Come on, Data, you can't let that pass. Data: Indeed, I. Cannot. Kolrami: Then you will play for the honor of your ship. Pulaski: The honor of the ship? It's your reputation that's on the line. Worf: With my knowledge of the Enterprise's security override, we may be able to convince the sensors that an enemy ship is approaching. Their instruments would lie to them. Riker: If you can pull that off, Mister Worf, it might just give us the edge we're looking for. Nagel: But what about the viewscreen? Worf: If I am successful, the computer will project a false image of the enemy ship on the main viewscreen. Riker: So unless someone runs to a window and looks out Nagel: They're going to fall for it. Wesley: The lining's still smooth. We should to be able to do something with these dilithium fragments we scavenged. Laforge: Sure, the system is functional. But without antimatter, what difference does it make? Wesley: Geordi, I have to return to the Enterprise. Laforge: Wes, we've only got thirty two hours. Wesley: This is important. Laforge: And this isn't? Worf: Attempt the routing bypass here. If it works, they will be surprised. Nagel: Where am I going to get the opticable? Worf: Anywhere. Wesley: Captain? I left an experiment running back on the Enterprise. May I go back and shut it down? Riker: It's that important? Wesley: It has to be monitored. And it is my final grade in plasma physics. Burke: Message from the Hathaway, sir. Picard: On screen. Riker: Request permission for Ensign Crusher to reboard the Enterprise. Picard: Why? Riker: Apparently he was so anxious to be join the away team, he left a very critical experiment unattended. Picard: Have you any objection? Kolrami: He should be escorted, and have no contact with anything save his research. Picard: Permission granted. Mister Burke, will you handle that? Burke: Aye, sir. Kolrami: I saw no sense in Riker choosing him anyway. Just a non-commissioned child. Wesley: I can't believe I forgot about this. It's a good lesson not to let excitement cloud your thinking. Burke: Yeah. Wesley: It's very dull. I spent six weeks setting this up. Burke: Lot of work. Wesley: Oh, no. This is ruined. Burke: That's too bad. Look, is this going to take much longer? Wesley: I'm going to have to dispose of this safely It's very volatile. I'll beam it off the Enterprise and leave it particalised. Burke: Fine, let's just do it. Wesley: I'll transfer the coordinates to the transporter room. Data: In the present context, what did she mean by bust him up? Troi: In her own way, Doctor Pulaski was instructing you to take the shortest route to victory. Data: As opposed to what? Burke: Ready? Begin. Pulaski: I can't believe it. The computer beaten by flesh and blood. Troi: You advanced quite far against such a worthy opponent. Kolrami: Thoroughly enjoyable, Mister Data. I am at your disposal for a rematch. Data: Thank you, but what would be the point? Pulaski: How can you lose? You're supposed to be infallible! Data: Obviously, I am not. Picard: Ensign, where is Commander Data? Burke: He has temporarily removed himself from bridge duty, sir. Kolrami: Your crew is excellently trained, Captain. A tribute to your leadership. Although I doubt their extensive preparation will be needed. Picard: Why is that? Kolrami: I do not expect Captain Riker will present much of a challenge. Picard: Mister Kolrami, may I speak with you in private? Picard: I would like to know the root of your prejudice for my First Officer. Kolrami: Captain, I Picard: Mister Kolrami, you have been nothing but denigrating and abusive of Commander Riker since coming aboard this ship. Now I would like some explanation. Kolrami: Having studied William Riker's file prior to this assignment, I have found him wanting. Picard: In what regard? Kolrami: His work record is exemplary, but, as you well know, a starship captain is not manufactured. He, or she, is born from inside. From the character of the individual. My interviews have revealed a man who displays circumstantially inappropriate joviality, belying the seriousness of his station. Picard: Don't confuse style with intent. Only a fool would question Commander Riker's dedication to Starfleet and the men and women under his command. He is simply the finest officer with whom I have ever served. Kolrami: We shall see if your faith is well founded. Picard: The test is if a crew will follow where Commander Riker leads. His joviality is the means by which he creates that loyalty. And I will match his command style with your statistics any time. Data: Come in, please. Troi: Data. Data: Counselor. Is something wrong? Troi: That was going to be my question. Data: With my repository of knowledge, I expected to perform better against a humanoid life form. Troi: You know, some of our greatest advances have come from analyzing failure. While it can be ego-bruising Data: But Counselor, I do not have an ego. Troi: Yes. Well, a loss can be disheartening. Data: But Counselor, I do not have a Troi: Data. You can handle defeat in two ways. You can lose confidence, or you can learn from your mistakes. Data: That is what troubles me. I made no mistakes. I have conducted a diagnostic check of all of my programs. I am cross-checking with the ship's computer. Troi: Is that all necessary? Data: I believe so. I have proven to be vulnerable. At the present time, my deductions should be treated with skepticism. Troi: That is why you haven't been on the Bridge. Data: Yes. The Captain would be ill advised to rely upon my judgment. Troi: I think you're really over-reacting. I'm sure you're all right. Data: I, however, am not sure. Laforge: Easy now. Is that it? Wesley: Yeah. Laforge: Good. Good work. All right, Hand me the connector on that kit. Riker: What is that? Wesley: My experiment from the Enterprise. Riker: Wes? Wesley: It deals with high energy plasma reactions with anti-matter. Riker: You went back to the Enterprise for that? Wes, you cheated. Wesley: No, sir. You told me to improvise. Laforge: The hard part's going to be calibrating the thermal curve necessary to start a controlled reaction. Riker: Assuming you can, can you regulate the reaction? Wesley: There's just enough crystal to do it. We plan to channel the reaction through the chips. Laforge: Are we good? Riker: You're better than good. Great. Brilliant. It's going to be fun. Carry on. Data: Come in, please. Pulaski: All right, Data, enough of this. Data: Doctor? Pulaski: How long are you going to sit sulking like Achilles in his tent? Data: I am conducting diagnostic Pulaski: You may be able to sell Troi that story, but not me. You're smarting because you were beaten. Well, it happens. Data: No, Doctor, this is not ego. I am concerned about giving the Captain unsound advice. Pulaski: I wish I had never maneuverd you into playing that game. I'm sorry. Data: Why, Doctor? It is done, and perhaps just as well. This has indicated that I am damaged in some fashion. I must find the malfunction. Riker: The simulation begins in one hour. Laforge: You'll have warp drive, Captain, though it may not be what you expected. Riker: I think that deserves some kind of explanation. Laforge: We'll have warp one for about Wesley: Just under two seconds. Riker: That's not long enough for an escape, but used as a surprise it may give a strategic advantage. Laforge: Sir, all of this is theoretical. Riker: And if your theory fails to pay off? Laforge: Ever driven a Grenthemen Water Hopper? Riker: Yes. Laforge: Ever popped the clutch? Riker: You're saying we're going to stall the Hathaway? Wesley: And the Enterprise will waltz right over and pulverize us. Picard: Let me try to understand. You're saying that Commander Data is suffering from a profound loss of confidence, and that you believe only I can restore the balance? Troi: Yes, sir. Pulaski: Both Deanna and I have tried, but we're not getting through to him. Picard: Don't you think you both might be overreacting? Data is not capable of the emotions which you are assigning to him. Pulaski: The effects are the same, whether they're caused by human emotions or android algorithms. Data's not on the Bridge, and I don't think Data's going to be on the Bridge until we find some way to address his problem. Picard: I am less than an hour away from a battle simulation, and I have to hand-hold an android. Pulaski: The burdens of command. Data: Come in, please. Picard: Commander, I require your presence on the Bridge. Data: Captain, with all due respect, perhaps it would be better if you choose another to serve as your First Officer. Picard: Data, you are my First Officer. Data: I have not been able to isolate the problem, sir. I might make a mistake. Picard: Yes, you might. But that does not alter your duty to me and to this ship. Now, do you know how to formulate a premise? Data: Yes, sir. Picard: Then formulate this one. How do I deal Riker and the Hathaway? I will await your answer on the Bridge. And, Commander, it is possible to commit no mistakes and still lose. That is not a weakness. That is life. Data: I believe I understand, sir. Picard: And Data, will you leave your hesitation and self-doubt here in your quarters. Data: I have several examples of Commander Riker's battle technique. At the Academy, he calculated a sensory blind spot on a Tholian vessel and hid within it during a battle simulation. And as a lieutenant aboard the Potemkin, his solution to a crisis was to shut down all power, and hang over a planet's magnetic poles, thus confusing his opponent's sensors. Troi: And from these specifics, what general conclusion can you extrapolate? Data: Only twenty-one percent of the time does he rely upon traditional tactics. So, the Captain must be prepared for unusual cunning. Counselor, Commander Riker will assume we have made this analysis, and knowing that we know his methods, he will alter them. But, knowing that we know that he knows that we know, he might choose to return to his usual pattern. Troi: Wait, wait. You're over-analyzing, Data. One cannot deny human nature. What kind of a man is Commander Riker? Data: A fighter? Troi: Yes. Data: The weaker his position, the more aggressive will be his posture. Troi: And he won't give up. Data: Then despite whatever options he is given, he must be Troi: The man that he is. Exactly. Data: Is that a failing in humans? Troi: You'll have to decide that for yourself. Picard: On screen. The hunt begins, Number One. Riker: We're ready. Just remember, Enterprise. Captain Riker has never lost. Kolrami: Begin now. Picard: Screen off. Set course two two three mark three five seven. Full impulse power. Initiate Kumeh maneuver. Laforge: Kumeh maneuver? Why would they start out with such a recognizable ploy? Riker: He's teasing. He wants us to reveal our tactics on his terms. Mister Worf? Worf: Counter with Talupian maneuver on instrument sighting. Riker: Agreed. Three quarters impulse, full on my command. Ensign Nagel, maximum shields. Mister Worf, prepare your little surprise. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Set course three one mark seven three. Present minimal aspect. Ready warp one, optimal spread on simulated torpedoes. Burke: Captain. Romulan warship approaching fast from astern. Picard: What the? Burke: It came from nowhere, sir! Picard: Bring us about, Ensign. Maximum shields. Data: Disengage modified beams. Picard: Full weapon systems. Lock on. Open a hailing frequency. Burke: I can't, sir. There's nothing there. Picard: Warp three, evasive. Stand by. Disengage weapons and shields. Re-engage modified beam. Kolrami: He's quite good. Picard: He's the best. Data: Computer reports simulated damage to several aft decks, sir. Repair time, three point six days. Burke: How did he do that? Picard: Mister Worf must have overridden the sensor codes, played some holographic games. Mister Data, input a new code. Attack posture, circumvental attitude. Prepare beams for photon mode. Burke: Bye, bye, Hathaway. Worf: Computers report heavy damage to Enterprise. Wesley: They're moving off, sir. Why not go after them? Riker: Because they're not through coming after us. Wesley, Geordi, prepare to warp jump. Laforge: There are no guarantees here, sir. Riker: There never are, Lieutenant. I'm going to trust your expertise. Secure your stations. Stand by for my signal. Picard: Ready photon torpedoes. Burke: Captain, sensors picking up a Ferengi warship closing at warp five. Picard: Did you input that new code? Burke: Aye, sir. Picard: Mister Worf, I didn't give you enough credit. Continue the simulation. Picard: Divert all power to shields! Data: Sever modified beams. Picard: Stay between the Ferengi and the Hathaway. Data: Engage phasers and target. Picard: Fire when ready. Nagel: That's no ghost attacking the Enterprise. That's real. Worf: We must assist, sir. Riker: With what? We have no offensive weapons. Picard: Where are my weapons? Burke: Unavailable, sir! We cannot disengage the modified beams. The connections have been fused. Kolrami: We must retreat! Picard: Unacceptable! Data: The Ferengi have broken off their attack. Drop shields. Transport the away team aboard. Burke: Transporter functions gone, sir. Data: Shields reduced to one fifth intensity. Kolrami: Use their moment of indecision to escape! Picard: I have forty crewmembers on board the Hathaway. Kolrami: Who should be sacrificed to save a thousand! Acceptable tactical losses, considering the circumstances. Picard: Not to me! Notify Starfleet. Priority. Hail the Ferengi on my command. Formulate alternatives. Kolrami: As the Starfleet observer I am ordering you to withdraw! Picard: I am the Captain of this vessel! Your order is nullified! Ferengi on main viewscreen. Picard: I am Jean-Luc Picard, of the Federation Starship, USS Enterprise. Why have you attacked my vessel? Bractor: Why was your ship combative with another Federation vessel of lesser design? Why do you now protect your former target? What is its value to you? Tactician: Our probes indicate you were aware of our approach, yet took no action. Bractor: Your answers will dictate our response. Picard: We have refrained from launching a counter-attack in the hope that this can be resolved this peacefully. Bractor: Our probes indicate that you are crippled, and the ship you protect has no weaponry, no light speed drive, and only a scarce crew. Tactician: This makes no sense to us. Unless it contains something very valuable. Bractor: I am Bractor, leader of the Ferengi attack vessel Kreechta. I shall have the secret of the other Federation ship. Surrender it to me, and I will allow your Enterprise to leave unharmed. You have ten of your minutes. Burke: Sir, they're massing a surge of power. We're being scanned. They've locked on. Picard: Data? Data: Our shields will not withstand another assault. Kolrami: Then there are no options. Retreat or die. Captain's log, supplemental. Due to a miscalculation on my part, Enterprise has been subjected a surprise attack by the Ferengi. I find myself with little time to decide the fate of forty of my crew stranded aboard the derelict Hathaway. Picard: I am open to suggestions. Burke: Captain, we are now capable of launching a limited number of photon torpedoes. Kolrami: I've already given you my advice, Captain. The Hathaway is expendable. Burke: Commander Riker is hailing, sir. Picard: On screen. Number One, have you been monitoring communications? Riker: And Kolrami's right. You've got to save the Enterprise. Picard: That would leave you defenseless. Riker: When Bractor closes in, we'll hit our warp drive and take our chances. Picard: Your what? Riker: We have a limited, two-second warp capability. Kolrami: Impossible! That ship was rendered warp inactive. Picard: I told you he was the best. I'd like to hear about this, Number One, later. Right now I have to work something out with Mister Data. Data: Premise. The Ferengi wish to capture the Hathaway believing it to be value. Therefore we must remove the ship from their field of interest. Kolrami: And they will soon relocate it after a two second warp. Picard: There is a way. Number One, can you hear this? Riker: Yes, sir. We're all here. Riker: Waiting for you to pull another rabbit out of your hat. Picard: Mister Data Data: On the Captain's signal, we will fire four photon torpedoes directly at the Hathaway. Data: One millisecond after its detonation, the computer will trigger your warp jump. Laforge: I think I hate this plan. Data, we're not even sure our warp jump Laforge: Will work. Data: If the warp engines fail to function, the result could be unfortunate. Worf: Very unfortunate. Worf: We will be dead. Picard: Captain Riker Picard: I cannot order you to do this. Riker: What the hell. Nobody said life was safe. Picard: The advantage is, that it will appear from the Kreechta's perspective as though you were destroyed in the explosion. Worf: That only deceive them for a few minutes. Their sensors will soon locate us. Riker: We'll only need few minutes, Mister Worf, because you're going to prepare another surprise for them. Picard: Then we're agreed. Picard: On my mark, four minutes. Data: Remember, Geordi, if the implementation is off by a millisecond Data: The Hathaway will not survive. Laforge: Data, that's the one part of this plan that we're all absolutely sure about. Picard: Are we ready, Number One? Data: Ready, Captain. Riker: Ready, Captain. Picard: Good luck to both of you. Bractor. Bractor: I will wait no longer, Picard. Picard: You needn't. The answer is no. Your actions have been wholly criminal. You will not profit by them. Bractor: You are a fool. Tactician: How can you stop us? Picard: You feel the Hathaway has value? We deny you your prize. Fire! Tactician: Destroy your own rather than suffer the ignominy of defeat and capture? Bractor: I did not think the Federation had such iron. Picard: You had no claim to that vessel. It was ours to destroy. Bractor: As you are ours to destroy. Picard: You can try. Tactician: Enterprise targeted, Leader. Leader, there is another Federation ship closing. A starship! Bractor: Maximum shields! We have been outmaneuverd. Retreat! Burke: Captain, our sensors show no Federation starship nearby. Riker: Of course not, Mister Burke. That was Klingon guile. Picard: You made it, Number One. Smooth ride? Riker: Well, it certainly was different. Picard: We'll lock on and pick you up. Riker: With pleasure, Captain. Kolrami: I must admit your Commander Riker acquitted himself quite admirably. And so, Captain, have you. My report to Starfleet will be most favorable. Picard: Thank you. Initiate recovery procedures. Continue repairs. Plot a course for the nearest starbase. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. With the transporter repaired and my crew safely back aboard, we have officially ended our first Starfleet battle simulation. Kolrami: Bah! Data: Why have you suspended the game? Kolrami: Because this is not a rematch. You have made a mockery of me. Riker: Data, you beat him! Data: No, sir. It is a stalemate. Worf: No game of Strategema has ever gone this high. Laforge: What did you do? Data: I simply altered my premise for playing the game. Riker: Explain. Data: Working under the assumption that Kolrami was attempting to win, it is reasonable to assume that he expected me to play for the same goal. Wesley: You didn't. Data: No. I was playing only for a standoff, a draw. While Kolrami was dedicated to winning, I was able to pass up obvious avenues of advancement and settle for a balance. Theoretically, I should be able to challenge him indefinitely. Pulaski: Then you have beaten him. Data: It is a matter of perspective, Doctor. In the strictest sense, I did not win. Troi: Data! Pulaski: Data! Data: I busted him up. All: Yes!

Laforge: There you are. What's wrong? Riker: Something jabbed me here in the calf. Laforge: O'Brien, Commander Riker's been injured. Lock on and bring him up. O'Brien: Stand by. Riker: Geordi, it's just Laforge: A scratch. Right. Sorry, Commander. We can't take any chances. We're the first survey team to set foot on this planet. We don't know what the risks are. Laforge: O'Brien, what's the hold up? O'Brien: The transporter's detected unidentified microbes in Commander Riker's body. Laforge: Well, can't the bio-filter screen them out? O'Brien: Apparently not. O'Brien: But Doctor Pulaski has been notified. Laforge: Acknowledged. Riker: I wasn't ready to leave here anyway. O'Brien: Here's the biofilter's analysis of the microbes. Pulaski: That's not much to go on. O'Brien: I can override and beam Commander Riker aboard . Pulaski: No. I'd better go down and make an evaluation there. O'Brien: I hope these are the right coordinates. Just kidding, Doctor. I know how much you love the transporter. Pulaski: About as much as I love comical Transporter Chiefs. O'Brien: Ready? Riker: Over here, Doctor. Pulaski: Fill me in. Riker: I was walking along minding my own business, doing a simple geological sweep. Something stuck me in the leg. Pulaski: Any pain? Riker: No. Just a little numb, that's all. Pulaski: Do you know what it was that stuck you? Laforge: We've been looking for it. No luck. Pulaski: Well, whatever it was, it left something behind. I'm going to take you up to Sickbay. O'Brien, this is Doctor Pulaski. Pulaski: Medical override is authorized. O'Brien: Acknowledged. Riker: This is the strangest feeling. My whole leg just went dead. Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 42976.1. During a geological survey on Surata Four, Commander Riker has become infected by an unidentified microbe. Picard: Number One. Riker: Captain. Picard: Put your foot where it didn't belong? Riker: The Doctor said she was getting bored. I just thought I'd give her a challenge. Pulaski: That you did. The Commander's nervous system has been invaded by an unknown microorganism. Not a bacteria, not a virus, but with the elements of both. There's the point of entry. The microbes are infecting the great sciatic nerve, and they are multiplying at an incredible rate. There. Picard: Can you remove it? Pulaski: Not surgically. The organisms fuse to the nerve, intertwining at the molecular level. Riker: That's why the transporter's biofilters weren't able to extract it. Pulaski: There's no evidence of nerve damage, but the organisms are impeding nervous function. Riker: My leg's still asleep. Picard: Prognosis? Pulaski: The infection is spreading. It will eventually reach the brain. Picard: And if it interfered with neural activity there? Pulaski: Commander Riker could die. Picard: How can I help? Pulaski: I need to know more about its composition. Picard: And for that, you need a sample. Pulaski: Exactly. Picard: Commander Data, Mister La Forge, prepare to beam down to the planet. Laforge: Aye, sir. Data: I must reiterate, it would be better if I went alone. Laforge: Don't like my company? Data: Your company is not at issue. Your vulnerability to the microorganism is. Laforge: I'll watch where I step. Besides, how do we know that this bug doesn't like androids more than it likes humans? Data: Possible, but highly unlikely. In any event, why risk both of us? Laforge: Because I know exactly where Commander Riker was when it happened. Data: Mister O'Brien, energize. Laforge: He was right over here. Data: I am detecting no animal life within fifty kilometers. However, I am reading extensive animal remains, mostly fossilized. Laforge: A graveyard? Data: I do not know. Laforge: Data, that a look at this. Data: The structure is rhizomatous. Laforge: Careful. Data: I am always careful. Data: It appears to be dead. Laforge: I'm not so sure. I can see thermal variations. Let it go for a second, Data. Let's try something. Perhaps it likes humans more than androids. Data: If you are correct, you are placing yourself in grave danger. Laforge: I'm counting on those great android reflexes of yours. Laforge: That must be what we're looking for. Data: I would tend to agree. Laforge: Stand by, O'Brien. Got it. Energize! Laforge: Thanks, O'Brien. Another minute, and we'd have been fossils ourselves. Data: Not precisely, Geordi. True fossilization requires several millennia. Laforge: Here's your sample, Captain. Picard: Get it to Sickbay right away. Picard: Report. Data: Captain, Commander Riker's injury was not accidental. Certain vines on the planet evidently seek out warm-blooded beings and deliberately infect them. Picard: To what end? Data: Unknown, sir. It is conceivable there is a symbiotic relationship involved. Picard: Go on. Data: There are numerous animal remains in the area, leading me to hypothesize that the vines could be predatory. Picard: Vines infect animals in order to kill them? Data: It is possible. For Commander Riker's sake, I hope my hypothesis is in error. Picard: Unfortunately, Mister Data, your hypotheses rarely are. Pulaski: All negative. Picard: Is there nothing that will cure this infection? Pulaski: This microorganism is very mysterious. I can't even figure out what's keeping it alive. Picard: Or how to kill it. Pulaski: Oh, I can kill it but not without destroying the nerves it's inhabiting. Picard: I know you're doing your best, Doctor. Pulaski: My best may not be good enough. Picard: Comfortable? Riker: Why wouldn't I be comfortable? They're waiting on me hand and foot. I hope that they don't find out that I'm faking it. Picard: I wish you were faking it. I've seen the thorn. Riker: Yes, Doctor showed it to me, too. Rather harmless-looking thing, I thought. Picard: And deadly. I'm sorry. Riker: Well, these things happen. Picard: When least expected. Riker: I'm surprised they don't happen more often. After all, we are exploring the unknown. Picard: And the unknown can be benign or malevolent. Riker: Captain, one of the things I've learned anything on these voyages, on this ship, and from you, is that most life forms act out of an instinct for survival, not out of malice. Picard: It's an important lesson, and I admire your lack of resentment, Number One. Riker: If you drop a hammer on your foot, it's hardly useful to get mad at the hammer. Picard: Anything? Pulaski: Not yet. Picard: What can I do? Pulaski: You can get out of my hair. Picard: Aye aye, Doctor. Riker: This bug is persistent, I'll admit that. But I'm not worried. We Rikers are ornery, too. As a matter of fact, my great grandfather once got bit by a rattlesnake. After three days of intense pain, the snake died. Troi: You're a very entertaining patient. Riker: I try. Troi: Yes. you're making quite an effort to be cheerful. Riker: You, of all people, should know. Troi: You feel what anyone in your position would feel. Riker: As the First Officer on this ship, I have to set an example. Troi: Even now? Riker: Now more than ever. Deanna, facing death is the ultimate test of character. I don't want to die, but if I have to, I'd like to do it with a little pride. Troi: And a lot of impudence. Riker: You bet. Dying is bad enough but, to lose my sense of humor? Forget it. Troi: Imzadi. Riker: I haven't given up yet. Pulaski: It's spread to the spinal column. It's weakening his autonomic nervous system. Judging by its present rate of growth and its infiltration pattern, the infection will spread to the brain within an hour. Medical log, Stardate 42976.3. I can't keep the alien infection from spreading to Commander Riker's brain. Once there, it will kill him by dampening neural impulses. The only way I can keep him alive is to force the neurons to stay active by stimulating them directly with electrical impulses. Pulaski: Let's proceed. Pulaski: Good. Stand by with five milligrams of tricordrazine in case of seizure. Here goes. Riker: Tasha? Data? Geordi? Worf? Anybody? Pulaski: We've stimulated random wave activity, but the patterns are dangerously erratic. Troi: Hang on, Will. Hang on. Pulaski: The wave patterns are still too irregular. Troi: Why won't they stabilize? Pulaski: Wait. I've found the right amplitude. There. The patterns are steadier. Troi: Is the stimulation preventing the infection from taking hold? Pulaski: For now. The vertex waves indicate a K-complex corresponding to an REM state. Troi: He's dreaming. Riker: Hello! Data: Marvelous. How easily humans do that. I still need much practice. Riker: There are some puzzles down on the planet that the Captain wants answered. He suggested that I take you with me on the away team I'll be leading. Data: I shall endeavor to function adequately, sir. Riker: Yes. When the captain suggested you, I looked up your record. Data: Yes, sir. A wise procedure, sir, always. Riker: Then your rank of Lieutenant Commander is honorary? Data: No, sir. Starfleet class of '78. Honors in probability mechanics and exobiology. Riker: But your files they say you're a Data: Machine? Correct, sir. Does that trouble you? Riker: To be honest, yes, a little. Data: Understood, sir. Prejudice is very human. Riker: Now that does trouble me. Do you consider yourself superior to us? Data: I am superior, sir, in many ways. But I would gladly give it up to be human. Riker: Nice to meet you, Pinocchio. A joke. Data: Ah! Intriguing. Riker: You're going to be an interesting companion, Mister Data. Wesley: What should I say? How do I act? What do I do? Riker: Guinan, I need your help. Could you step over here a minute? Guinan: Sounds simple enough. Riker: Now, the first words out of your mouth are the most important. You may want to start with something like this here. You are the most beautiful woman in the galaxy. But that might not work. Guinan: Yes. Yes, it would. Riker: You don't know how long I've wanted to tell you that. Guinan: But you were afraid. Riker: Yes. Guinan: Of me? Riker: Of us. Of what we might become. Wesley: Commander? Riker: Or that you might think that was a line. Guinan: Maybe I do think it's a line. Riker: Then you think I'm not sincere? Guinan: I didn't say that. There's nothing wrong with a line. It's like a knock on the door. Riker: Then you're inviting me in? Guinan: I'm not sending you away. Riker: That's more than I expected. Guinan: Is it as much as you hoped? Riker: To hope is to recognize the possibility. I had only dreams. Guinan: Dreams can be dangerous. Riker: Not these dreams. I dream of a galaxy where your eyes are stars and the universe worships the night. Guinan: Careful. Putting me on a pedestal so high, you may not be able to reach me. Riker: Then I'll learn how to fly. You are the heart in my day and the soul in my night. Wesley: I don't think this is my style. Guinan: Shut up, kid. Tell me more about my eyes. Riker: I didn't want to leave without saying goodbye. Troi: I don't like goodbyes. How about, until next time. Riker: How about, until next time. Troi: It's been a pleasure working with you, Commander. Riker: The feeling is mutual, Counselor. Troi: I'm supposed to know how everyone feels, but I can't read you right now. Riker: Perhaps your own feelings are getting in the way. Troi: My job is to help others sort out their emotions. My own feelings are beside the point. Riker: Not to me. Our feelings are what make us all human. Troi: Are you feeling sad? Riker: Yes, I am. Troi: So am I. Troi: He's relaxd. Experiencing feelings of warmth and friendship. Pulaski: He's reliving memories. It's a natural side effect of neural stimulation. Look at this. The organisms' metabolism has changed. I wonder if the stimulation is affecting them somehow. I'm going to refocus the impulse pattern on the interpretative cortex. Troi: To intensify his memories? Pulaski: Exactly. We'll see if that has an effect on the microbes. Rivan: Everyone! We've brought the visitors. Liator: Please, enjoy what we have. Riker: Gentlemen, if this is what you call enhancement, you've got a gift for understatement. What's a knockout like you doing in a computer-generated joint like this? Minuet: Waiting for you. Riker: Waiting for me? You can't be serious? Minuet: Oh yes, Will. I've never been more serious in my life. Pulaski: Something wrong? Troi: No, it's just that Commander Riker's emotions are rather passionate. Pulaski: As in erotic? Troi: Very much so. Minuet: A dream? Is that what this is? Is that what I am? Riker: I know you are a computer-generated image, but your smell, your touch, the way you feel. Even the things you say and think seem so real. Minuet: Thank you. Riker: How far can this relationship go? I mean, how real are you? Minuet: As real as you need me to be. Beata: You resist. Don't you find me attractive? Riker: Yes, I find you very attractive. Beata: You attract me like no man ever has. Riker: It's not my function to seduce or be seduced by the leader of another world. Beata: It's not the reason. Riker: No, it's not. But will you still respect me in the morning? Beata: I hope so. Brenna: William, is something wrong? Riker: What do you mean? Brenna: Do you not like girls? Riker: Of course I do. Oh, is there a technique to this foot washing? Brenna: You generally start at the top and work your way down. Riker: I think I can handle that. Brenna: I was hoping you might. Pulaski: The organisms responded all right. Their growth rate has doubled. Troi: Then all we've done is made things worse. Pulaski: Now we know the organism's growth rate is related to the memories he's experiencing. Troi: Or the emotions that they produce. Pulaski: Different mental processes generate different chemicals. Perhaps the organisms are sensitive to brain endorphins. Troi: Then if some types of endorphins attract them Pulaski: Others will repel them. I'm going to change the differential current pattern and see what happens. Tasha: We're not going without our shuttle crew. Armus: I warn you. Tasha: Enough! We have people who need attention. We won't hurt you, but we must help them. Picard: Number One! Riker: The creature attacked us. Lieutenant Yar is down. Data: It seems to feed on our phaser energy. Riker: We had no effect on it. Picard: What's Lieutenant Yar's condition? Doctor Crusher, report! Crusher: She's dead. Pulaski: I'm losing life signs. Troi: You must save him. Pulaski: I'm sorry. Pulaski: Growth rate has definitely slowed. What is he feeling? Can you tell? Troi: Sadness. Pulaski: Which is the opposite of before, and it's having the opposite effect on the infection. Troi: Then your theory's correct. The organisms are sensitive to different types of endorphins. Pulaski: And negative emotions Troi: Such as sadness Pulaski: Produce endorphins that inhibit the organisms' growth. Troi: Then we've found a way to repel the infection. Pulaski: Assuming we're not too late already. Troi: How much time do we have? Pulaski: I'm not sure. His vital signs are getting weaker. I don't want to risk another dose of tricordrazine unless I have to. I must refocus the pattern again. We need to isolate memories that generate stronger negative emotions. Riker: I have been assigned to serve this ship and to obey your orders. And I will do exactly that. Kargan: Will you take an oath to that effect? Riker: I just did. Klag: Do not believe him! He lies! Kargan: Speak in their language. This is your Second Officer, Lieutenant Klag. Riker: Is there something you wanted to say to me, Lieutenant? Klag: Yes sir. I do not believe you. Riker: Then I take it you challenge my authority over you. Klag: Correct. Riker: And your position on this, Captain? Kargan: I would say it your first command decision. Riker: Ready for your tour, Admiral? Quinn: Quite ready, Commander. Riker: What's in the case? Quinn: Actually, I brought it for Doctor Crusher. But perhaps you would like you to see it first? Riker: What is it? Quinn: A form of life. It was discovered accidentally by a survey team on an uncharted planet. Riker: Why haven't we heard anything about that? Quinn: Oh, you'll be hearing about it shortly, but first there remains much scientific study to be done. After all, it is a superior form of life. Riker: Superior? Quinn: Totally. Come, have a look. Riker: I think I'll summon my Science Officer. Quinn: It won't like your Science Officer. It does like you! Vitamins. They do wonders for the body. Riker: Riker to Security. Guest quarters seventeen. Emergency. Pulaski: We've reduced the growth rate even further, but not enough. And his vital signs are deteriorating. Troi: But we've isolated the specific areas to stimulate. The feelings were primal. Survival emotions. Pulaski: They must be producing a type of endorphin that's poisonous to the organisms. Troi: Can't you intensify that emotion? Pulaski: I can refocus the impulse pattern even tighter. But I don't know if he can withstand it. He's extremely weak. Troi: Do we have a choice? Pulaski: No. If we don't neutralize the infection, within half an hour he'll be dead. Medical log, supplemental. Commander Riker's condition is still critical. I've discovered a way to reverse the infection's growth rate, but I may be too late. Troi: He's getting weaker, isn't he? Pulaski: Respiration shallow, heartbeat extremely irregular, but we can't delay any longer. T'Jon: You will take us to our planet and leave us there with our medicine or this person dies. Don't you see I have no choice? We were sent to bring the felicium back. The suffering on my planet is too great. People are dying. It doesn't matter whether we're entitled to it or not. We must have it. Picard: Let him go. T'Jon: You will take us there now, or give us a shuttle. But we must have the medicine. If you refuse, this person will die. Picard: I will not be coerced. T'Jon: I will do it. I will kill him. Riker: Who are you? Riker: Help! Data, something's got me! Armus: Touch him and he dies. Riker: No! No, don't! Data: Enterprise? Data: Armus has enveloped Commander Riker. Picard: I'm beaming you up. Armus: If any of you leave now, he dies. Armus: And so do the survivors of the crash. Pulaski: The growth rate's down to seven percent. The organisms are still impairing his neural functions. Respiration's erratic, pulse grossly irregular, blood pressure almost nil. Tricordrazine. Troi: Can we tighten the pattern further? Computer: Recognize Picard, Jean-Luc, Captain. Recognize Riker, William T, Commander. Picard: Set auto-destruct sequence. Computer: Does the First Officer concur? Riker: Yes. Set auto-destruct sequence. Now. Computer: Auto-destruct will detonate in four minutes and fifty-nine seconds. Korris: I am Korris. Riker: We'll handle the formalities later. Right now we have to get off this ship. Are there any others survivors? Korris: No. Data: I believe I have found a quicker way out of here, sir. Riker: Check him out. Data: He is alive, sir, but just barely. Riker: Then pick the body and let's get out of here. Korris: No. I will carry him. Data: As you wish. Laforge: Come on, let's go! Picard: Tasha, go to transporter room three. I want you there when the away team returns. Tasha: Aye, sir. Laforge: Commander, we are out of time. This ship is blowing. Riker: Transporter room, have you got a lock on us? Tasha: Too much interference. You have to get farther away from the Engineering section. Worf: Sir, the Engineering section is critical. Destruction of the Batris is imminent. Picard: They're out of options. Do it! Picard: Now! Troi: The growth rate's almost down to zero. Pulaski: That's not good enough. Remmick: We seek peaceful co-existence. (T'Jon attacks Riker. Quinn shoots at Picard and Riker at Starfleet Headquarters. They set Autodestruct again. Data tries to fix the computer in Naked Now. Armus grabs him again. He fights Klag. 'Autodestruct'. The Loud as a Whisper assassin gets killed. Klag's head goes into the computer panel. 'Now'. The Lantree goes Bang. 'Now'. Batris goes Boom. Remmick and the parasites get phasered to atoms. 'Now.' Tsiolkovsky gets smashed by the stellar matter.) Riker: Data, something's got me! Pulaski: Sickbay to Bridge. Picard: Yes, Doctor? Pulaski: We've eradicated the infection. Picard: I'm on my way. Riker: You're still here? Troi: I could ask you the same question. Pulaski: How do you feel? Riker: Beat. You wouldn't believe the dreams I was having. Troi: Oh yes we would. Pulaski: You'll be pleased to know that we've terminated the infection. Riker: Great work, Doctor. Now, if I can get out of here, I'd like to get back Pulaski: Lie still. I have a few dozen tests to run first. Riker: Why? I feel fine. Pulaski: There may be some residual memory loss. I just want to be sure you still know who you are. Riker: Of course I know who I am. I'm Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. Picard: I'm delighted that you're feeling better, Captain. The Admiral and I were worried about you. Data: Captain, I do not believe you have the authority to promote me to the rank of Admiral.

Data: Captain. Doctor. I am honored by your presence, but may I suggest you attend the second concert. Crusher: Why, Data? Data: Ensign Ortiz will perform the violin part. My rendition will be less enjoyable. Picard: Oh? Data: Although I am technically proficient, according to my fellow performers, I lack soul. Crusher: Data, telling us why you're going to fail before you make the attempt is never wise. Data: But is not honesty always the preferred choice? Picard: Excessive honesty can be disastrous, particularly in a commander. Data: Indeed? Picard: Knowing your limitations is one thing. Advertising them to a crew can damage your credibility as a leader. Data: Because you will lose their confidence? Crusher: And you may begin to believe in those limitations yourself. Riker: Captain, we're receiving a message from the Sheliak Corporate. Worf: Origin point of the message confirmed, sir. It is from the Shelia star system. Riker: The Sheliak have not attempted to communicate with the Federation for a hundred and eleven years. Why are they doing it now? Picard: On screen. Sheliak: Federation creatures, there are humans on the fifth planet of Tau Cygna. This planet was ceded to the Corporate in section one hundred and thirty-three, paragraph seventy seven of the Treaty of Armens. We will begin settlement of this world in four days. Remove the humans. Picard: What the devil? Sheliak: Federation creatures, there are humans on the fifth planet Picard: Cancel message. Riker: Tau Cygna Five is in the de Laure Belt. Heavy concentrations of hyperonic radiation. Picard: Humans can't survive in that environment. Exposure to hyperonic radiation is fatal. Riker: Then the Sheliak are asking us to chase ghosts. Picard: No, Number One. The Sheliak haven't broken a century of silence to send us after phantoms. An investigation is in order. Set course for Tau Cygna Five. Worf: Captain, human life form readings from the planet. Riker: So the Sheliak weren't hallucinating. Picard: Numbers? Worf: Impossible to get an accurate reading. High levels of radiation are disrupting our sensors. Data: Hyperonic radiation also interferes with ship's transporters. They are now inoperable. Worf: So are the ship's phasers. Riker: How can humans survive down there? Crusher: They must have found a way to adapt. Milan's work with radiation sensitivity suggests it is possible. Perhaps with extensive viral therapy. Picard: Well, whoever they are, and however they survived, we've got to get them off the planet. Riker: By treaty, that world still belongs to the Sheliak. Picard: Who are within their rights to demand the removal of these trespassers. Riker: And if we don't remove them, the Sheliak will. Forcefully. Crusher: How forcefully? Riker: The Sheliak consider humans a lower life form. They would have no compunctions about exterminating the intruders. Picard: Mister Data, as you are unaffected by hyperonic radiation, I'd like you to go to the planet via shuttlecraft and commence evacuation procedures. Data: Aye, sir. Picard: Number One, any speculation on what we might find down there? Riker: My guess would be a lone survey ship. Maybe a dozen or so survivors. Haritath: I think it's some sort of shuttlecraft. Kentor: Where's it from? Haritath: Look at the markings. It must be from the Federation. Data: Greetings, gentlemen. Haritath: We saw your ship You're the first visitor we've had in Kentor: The first visitor we've ever had. Haritath: You're not human. Data: That is correct. I am an android. I am Lieutenant Commander Data of the Federation Starship Enterprise. Haritath: Our great-grandparents were citizens of the Federation. But you don't want to waste time talking to us. Kentor: You want to speak to Gosheven. We'll take you to him. Haritath: I'm sure the Federation will be very proud of us. Wait until you see all we've accomplished. Data: And who, precisely, is us? Haritath: Don't you know? Oh, no, I don't guess you would. We're descendants of the original settlers, from the colony ship Artemis. Riker: Got it. The Artemis. Launched ninety two years ago. Destination Septimus Minor. When they failed to check in, Starfleet began an extensive search. Picard: What carried the Artemis Picard: So far off course? Data: My local informant does not have that information. In the early days on Tau Cygna Five, survival was more important than history. Picard: Understood. How many are there? Data: Fifteen thousand two hundred fifty three, sir. Picard: Fifteen thousand! Riker: Three days, no transporters. We'll never get them out in time. Picard: Shuttles? Worf: Loading all the Enterprise shuttlecraft to capacity, evacuation will take four weeks, four days. Picard: We need more time. Mister Data, prepare the colonists for an evacuation. Data: Aye, sir. Picard: Get me the Sheliak. Worf: Their home world is quite distant, Captain. This will take some time. Haritath: Gosheven, look what's come. Data: Lieutenant Commander Data of the Starship Enterprise. Kentor: He's an android. Gosheven: So he is. Well, now that you're here, what do you want? Data: My mission is to prepare this colony for evacuation. Gosheven: Why? Data: Because this planet belongs to the Sheliak. Gosheven: And who is this Sheliak? Data: The term is plural. The Sheliak are a non-humanoid, intelligent life form, classification R3. Gosheven: Well, this colony's been here over ninety years. We've never seen a Sheliak. I'd say that makes Tau Cygna Five our planet. Data: The original destination of the Artemis was Septimus Minor. Gosheven: The guidance system on the Artemis failed. Took them off course. Far off course. Our ancestors were lucky to find any place to land. Haritath: And when they did, the radiation started killing them. Gosheven: Hyperonic radiation took the lives of a third of the colonists before they learned they could adapt to it. Kentor: But our colony survived and prospered. Gosheven: Look around. We have brought water to the desert, built a community. Data: Your accomplishments are truly remarkable. Yet the Sheliak and the Federation have a treaty which clearly makes this planet Sheliak domain. Gosheven: Then change the treaty. Data: That may not be possible. The Sheliak wish to colonize this planet, and are unwilling to share it with humans. If you are still here when the Sheliak colony ship arrives, they will eradicate you. Haritath: They'd kill all of us? Data: They have little regard for human life. Thus, the most sensible course is to prepare a contingency plan for the evacuation of your people. Gosheven: We're not evacuating. Data: Perhaps I have not made myself clear. Gosheven: Yes, you have. Let me be equally clear. There's going to be no evacuation. You've delivered your message, so go back to your ship. I have work to do. Ard'Rian: Nice catch. Wonderful reflexes. Sorry to test you like that, but I was curious. Gosheven: Found a new toy, have we, Ardi? Ard'Rian: Toy? This is the most incredible android I've ever seen. Data: Have you seen many? Ard'Rian: Actually, no. You're the first. Gosheven: Only you would get this excited over a walking calculator. Ard'Rian: Cybernetic intelligence fascinates me. Are your neural pathways duotronic? Data: No, positronic. Ard'Rian: I didn't know that was possible! What's your memory capacity? How many operations per second? I have a million questions. Data: I'm afraid I have no time to answer a million questions. I have a mission to accomplish. I need to know more about your people, and Gosheven seems unwilling to talk to me further. Ard'Rian: I'm Ard'rian McKenzie. Perhaps I can help you. Riker: Gentlemen, we're giving you an assignment. One thing we don't want to hear is that it is impossible. Picard: I need the transporters to function despite the hyperonic radiation. Laforge: Yeah, but that's im. Yes, sir. Riker: Even if we get the Sheliak to talk, they're not likely to be accommodating. Troi: Captain, when the treaty was first negotiated the Federation sent three hundred and seventy two legal experts. What do we have? Picard: Thee and me? Worf: No response. Picard: Try them again. Boost the signal strength. Worf: Sheliak Corporate. This is the starship Enterprise. Respond please. Sheliak: Conversation is neither required nor desired. Picard: Conversation is necessary if we are to find a solution to our mutual problem. Sheliak: Our involvement in Federation illegality is not indicated. Picard: Both parties are involved, sir. Sheliak: Remove the humans from the Tau Cygna system. Three Earth days remain. Picard: Let us negotiate in good faith. Sheliak: Negotiate to what purpose? The treaty is signed. Picard: There is a thriving colony on that planet. Rather than uproot these people, may I offer a compromise? Sheliak: Denied. Picard: Why? Sheliak: The law is paramount. We are entitled. Picard: This is not a law. It is a treaty. It is designed to smooth relations between peoples. Not to act as a strait Picard: Jacket. Ard'Rian: You really think we'll have to leave Tau Cygna Five? Data: The possibility does exist, yet Gosheven seems unwilling to prepare for it. Why? Ard'Rian: Maybe because you're an android. I don't think Gosheven likes the idea of machines ordering him around. Data: I am not ordering him to do anything. I am merely trying to persuade him that his people should prepare to evacuate. Do you believe my suggested course of action should be followed? Ard'Rian: Of course. Data: In spite of the fact that I am an android? Ard'Rian: Because of that fact. I don't have any silly prejudice against computers. I like them. Not that any computer we have is half as sophisticated as you are. Data: No, I would say not. Ard'Rian: People can be selfish, irrational, stubborn, malicious, you name it. But computers don't have those failings. Data: And you conclude because of this that I am impartial. Hence, you accept my recommendations? Yet Gosheven does not. Picard: Picard to Commander Data. Data: Data here. Picard: The Sheliak won't bargain. Data: Understood, sir. Picard: I'm contacting Starfleet to arrange transport. Get those people prepared to evacuation. We may have to move quickly. Data: Aye, sir. We must speak to Gosheven immediately. Riker: Gentlemen, how's it coming? What the hell is that? Laforge: Our first attempt. Riker: Keep at it. We need those transporters. Gosheven: You see this? Do you have any idea what it is, or what it means? Data: It is water. A substance composed of two atoms of hydrogen Gosheven: It's not water. It's blood and it's sweat. It's the result of a ninety years of combined effort. This isn't a town. It's a monument to every man, woman, and child who's lived and died on Tau Cygna Five. Ard'Rian: Gosheven, you're talking nonsense. Gosheven: Am I? My grandfather is buried on that mountain. He died in a rock slide surveying the route for this aqueduct. This colony exists because of his sacrifice, and the sacrifice of thousands of others. No, we're not leaving. Data: The Sheliak will not accept humans on their planet, And they will not hesitate to use force to remove you. Gosheven: We will not be bullied off our land. Not by you, and not by the Sheliak. Ard'Rian: Stubborn and irrational. Now what do we do? Data: Are his sentiments typical of the colonists? Ard'Rian: I hope not. Data: If I can convince enough people of the necessity of leaving Ard'Rian: Don't you mean, if we can convince? Picard: Come. Riker: Yes, sir? Picard: Three weeks. Starfleet is profuse in their apologies, but it will still be three weeks until the arrival of a colony transport ship equipped with dedicated personnel shuttles. Riker: We can't wait three weeks. Picard: Then the Sheliak must agree to extend our deadline. They plan to settle Tau Cygna Five two days from now. Riker: One of their ships must already be en route. Picard: We're going to intercept that ship. Riker: The Sheliak may interpret that as a hostile act. Picard: A risk we have to take. Riker: The Enterprise is going to try to intercept the Sheliak colony ship. Your job well, you know what your job is. Data: Commander. Data: In human parlance, I do not believe I can get the job done. My training has prepared me for starship command duties. As a cultural contact I am proving to be Data: Less than exemplary. Riker: What's the situation? Data: Their leader refuses my counsel. Data: He denies the logic of my arguments and speaks of structures they have built. Riker: Then try something else. Data: I have, sir. Data: In the last three hours and eight minutes, I have spoken to fifty six colonists. Ten of those refused to believe a threat exists. Twenty two favor staying and fighting the Sheliak. Sixteen prefer negotiation or Data: Some form of passive resistance. Only eight were willing to consider evacuation. And of those eight Riker: Data, I can't help you. I don't know these people. I haven't talked to them. You have. Use that fancy Riker: Positronic brain of yours and carry out your mission. Data: Sir, if I do not succeed, how violent is the Sheliak reaction likely to be? Riker: The treaty is the only thing that prevented them from eradicating the colony the moment they discovered it. Data: Ah. Riker: Ah is right, Data. Riker: The lives of fifteen thousand people are riding on you. Riker: You'd better get innovative. Riker out. Ard'Rian: Data? We're having an effect. So many people are asking questions about the Sheliak that Gosheven has called a public meeting. Data: Is there any indication that Gosheven has changed his position? Ard'Rian: No. But a meeting will give you the chance to present your recommendations. Data: So far, my attempts at persuasion have been ineffective. Data: Why did you do that? Ard'Rian: You appeared to need it. Data: Among humans, a kiss usually serves to seal a friendship, or indicate support, attraction, affection. In this context, I must assume that your intention was to express support. Ard'Rian: You don't really understand human behavior, do you? Data: That is something of an understatement. Ard'Rian: Sometimes I don't either. androids are a lot more rational. Data: Thus far, that quality has not helped me to accomplish my mission. Ard'Rian: A rational argument isn't always enough. Maybe to be more persuasive, you need to use a little reverse psychology. Data: Elicit a desired behavior by advocating its opposite. That implies deception, does it not? Ard'Rian: A little. But if it helps us get our point across. Data: Perhaps this is a situation where excessive honesty can be detrimental. Picard: Now, are we progressing, Mister La Forge? Laforge: About like you'd expect, sir. Picard: Splendid. Splendid. Carry on. Wesley: He wants the impossible. Laforge: That's the short definition of Captain. Gosheven: You've all heard of the android Starfleet sent here, and you've been discussing why he's come. I've called this meeting to replace misinformation with cold, hard fact. Data: I wish to speak. Gosheven: No. Leave now. Data: Do you consider your position so weak that it cannot withstand debate? Haritath: Let him talk. Data: You know of the Sheliak threat. Starfleet wishes to evacuate you for your own protection. Yet Gosheven has decided otherwise. That is his right, And I will not waste time trying to reverse that decision. I admire your conviction in the face of certain defeat. Though doomed, your effort will be valiant. And when you die, you will die for land and honor. Your children will understand that they are dying for a worthy cause. Long after the battle is over, their courage will be remembered and extolled. Ard'Rian: Remembered by who? Data: Yes, that is true. There will be no one left alive to remember. Gosheven: A valiant try, android, but what a low opinion you must have of us. Data: I was simply attempting to describe your inevitable destruction in a manner that would have an emotional effect. Haritath: And he describes it pretty damned well. Gosheven: Are you ready to follow this machine? Give up without a fight? He says we're going to lose, but I think that's just his cowardice talking! Kentor: What if he's right and you're wrong? Shouldn't we consider that possibility? Gosheven: This colony exists because generations gave their lives for it. Many people died before we found a way to adapt to the radiation. And many more died bringing water to the desert. My grandfather Ard'Rian: Is buried on that mountain. Well, who'll be left to bury you? Gosheven: Have you considered what this evacuation means? Everything we have, we abandon. Everything that we have built turns into dust. Everything that we have accomplished means nothing. Well, I say no. You elected me your leader. Follow me now. I don't think our chances are as hopeless as he says. And I'm willing to stake our lives on it. Any objections? Good, because here we stand. All: Aye, We stand with you. Data: Then here you die. Haritath: Mister Data, I just want you to know that Gosheven doesn't speak for all of us. I see no reason to die needlessly. Data: And you? Kentor: I'm not sure. Gosheven's done well for us, but I'd like to hear more of what you have to say. Haritath: There are many others that feel the same way but they're very uneasy about confronting Gosheven. Ard'Rian: Get them together and we'll meet at my house. Troi: In our dealings with other non-humanoid races there has been some point of reference. Not so with the Sheliak. Picard: But we must have something in common. We communicate. Troi: Barely. They have learned several Federation languages, but theirs continues to elude us. Picard: Telepaths? Troi: Attempted and failed. Actually, the fact that any alien race communicates with another is quite remarkable. We are stranded on a planet. We have no language in common, but I want to teach you mine. S'smarith. What did I just say? Picard: Cup? Glass? Troi: Are you sure? I may have meant liquid, clear, brown, hot. We conceptualize the universe in relatively the same way. Picard: Point taken. Troi: In your talks, you must be extremely accurate. The treaty is five hundred thousand words. The length was to accommodate the Sheliak. They consider our language irrational, and demanded this level of complexity to avoid any future misunderstandings. Riker: Captain, we have the vessel carrying the Sheliak colonists on visual. Picard: On my way. So, it begins. Picard: Hailing frequencies. Worf: Open. Picard: This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Starship Enterprise. Sheliak: Your purpose, Enterprise? Picard: We desire face-to-face negotiation to settle the crisis on Tau Cygna Five. Sheliak: Meaningless. Picard: We are entitled to consultation under paragraph six hundred and fifty three subparagraph nine. Sheliak: Granted. Riker: Was that an invitation? Picard: I am taking it as such. Counselor. You have the Bridge, Number One. Riker: Helm, maintain relative position. Mister Worf, tell transporter room two to stand by. Worf: Aye, sir. Kentor: And once the Federation resettles us, we'll be left alone? Data: If you so desire. Haritath: We do. We like to do things on our own. Data: The Federation will offer as little or as much help as you dictate. Ard'Rian: Kentor, are you with us? Kentor: Yes. The question is, how do we convince Gosheven? Haritath: Why do we need to? Kentor: Because he's respected. Most people will do what he says. Ard'Rian: They respect you, too. If you take a stand, they'll fall in line. Kentor: I don't know. Gosheven's got a lot of supporters. Gosheven: Don't forget that, Kentor. I'm disappointed. I thought we'd settled this. Data: Apparently, that is not correct. Gosheven: Still stirring up trouble? Ard'Rian: Since when is talk trouble? Gosheven: It's over. Don't you get it? You had your say. You lost. Data: I appear to be reversing that defeat. Gosheven: No, you're not. You're just stubborn. Well, let me tell you something. Gosheven: So am I. Ard'Rian: Damn you, Gosheven. Haritath: You killed him? Gosheven: I've killed no one. I merely shut down a machine. That's it, everyone. It's time to go home. You'll see that I'm right. Sheliak: Advance and speak. Picard: Director, we will comply with your request to remove the colony from Tau Cygna Five, but we need time. Sheliak: The given time has elapsed. We carry the membership and we will proceed with their debarkation. Troi: The temporary presence of these humans should not interfere with your plans. Sheliak: Unacceptable. You must remove the creatures. Picard: I'm trying, but the needed ship will not be available for three weeks. Sheliak: Then you are in violation. Picard: I have admitted that. I am only asking for a little flexibility. Sheliak: Section five hundred and one, paragraph seven hundred and sixteen, subparagraph five. Unwanted lifeforms inhabiting H class worlds may be removed at the diskretion of the Sheliak Corporate. Picard: We will remove them, but you must grant us the time we require. Sheliak: You need time, Picard of the Enterprise? We will save you time. We will eradicate the human infestation. Picard: They are not vermin. They are citizens of the Federation. I will not permit this outrage! Sheliak: Intelligent converse is impossible. You do not discuss, you gibber. Picard: Between intelligent species of good will Riker: I take it the Sheliak just hung up on us again. Ard'Rian: I was afraid your neural pathways were scrambled beyond repair. Data: I am equipped with diagnostic circuits and am able to correct many malfunctions. Ard'Rian: I'm not surprised at Gosheven's behavior. But Kentor and the others, they said they were with us. I guess words don't mean very much. Data: Perhaps that is a part of our difficulty. Words are all we have been using. Humans seem to take much stronger notice of actions. I require a phaser. Ard'Rian: What's a phaser? Data: A type of weapon. Unfortunately it does not function in the presence of hyperonic radiation. I will have to be innovative. Data: Hyperonic radiation randomizes phaser beams. But I believe I can improvise a servocircuit which will compensate by continuously recollimating the output. Ard'Rian: You're using your own neural subprocessors to build a smarter phaser. Data: Essentially correct. Get word to Gosheven. Tell him I am coming to the pumping station. Tell him I am going to destroy the aqueduct. Ard'Rian: He'll try to stop you. Data: I sincerely hope so. Picard: Go to yellow alert. Shields up. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Mister Riker, put us nose to nose with the Sheliak ship. Any move she makes, match it. Riker: Aye, sir. Picard: Mister Worf, hailing frequency. Worf: Open. They are not responding. Picard: They don't have to answer. They just have to listen. Sheliak vessel, you will have to get past me to get at the colony on Tau Cygna Five. Worf: No response. Picard: Close channel. And get me that treaty. They've been beating us over the head with it for three days. Let's see if we can't find something in it that we can turn to our own advantage. Data: Stop. That was the stun setting. This is not. Data: I can reduce this pumping station to a pile of debris, but I trust my point is clear. I am one android with a single weapon. There are hundreds of Sheliak on the way and their weapons are far more powerful. They may not offer you a target. They can obliterate you from orbit. You will die never having seen the faces of your killers. The choice is yours. Kentor: There are other places, other challenges. Gosheven: I really was willing to stay here and die for this. Data: I know that. This is just a thing, and things can be replaced. Lives cannot. Worf: This is hopeless. Fighting would be preferable. Picard: That's it. Troi: I don't follow you, sir. Picard: Mister Worf, get me the Sheliak. Worf: Yes, sir. Coming through, sir. Picard: Pursuant to paragraph one thousand two hundred and ninety, I hereby formally request third party arbitration of our dispute. Sheliak: You have the right. Picard: Furthermore, pursuant to subsection D three, I name the Grisellas to arbitrate. Sheliak: Grisellas? Picard: Unfortunately, they are currently in their hibernation cycle, However, they will awaken in six months, at which time we can get this matter settled. Now, do you want to wait or give me my three weeks? Sheliak: Absurd. We carry the membership. We can brook no delay. Picard: Then I declare the treaty in abeyance, Sheliak: Wait! Negotiation is permiss Riker: You enjoyed that. Picard: You're damned right. Worf: Captain, they are hailing us. Worf: Sir? Picard: On screen. Sheliak: You may have your three weeks, Picard of the Enterprise. Picard: Thank you. Laforge: Captain, we can do it. We can modify the transporters. Picard: Excellent. Laforge: It'll take fifteen years, and a research team of a hundred. Picard: Mister La Forge, I believe we will postpone. Laforge: Yes, sir. Data: Lieutenant Commander Data to Enterprise. I am preparing to leave Tau Cygna Five and await rendezvous instructions. Worf: Acknowledged. Stand by. Ard'Rian: Hi. The evacuation plan is going well. When the ship arrives, we'll be ready to leave. You succeeded. Data: I could not have succeeded without your support and insight. I am grateful for your assistance. Ard'Rian: Good. Then you won't forget me. Data: I am incapable of forgetting. I will remember every detail of my visit here with perfect clarity. Ard'Rian: But nothing more? Data: I do not understand. Ard'Rian: I guess what I really want to know is, do you have any feelings for me? Data: I have no feelings of any kind. Ard'Rian: No, of course you don't. Ard'Rian: What was that for? Data: You appeared to need it. Ard'Rian: So you saw I was unhappy and did what you concluded would make me feel better. Rational to the last. Ard'Rian: Bye. Picard: Come. Welcome home, Mister Data. Well done. Data: Thank you, sir. Picard: The good doctor was kind enough to provide me with a recording of your concert. Your performance shows feeling. Data: As I have recently reminded others, sir, I have no feeling. Picard: It's hard to believe. Your playing is quite beautiful. Data: Strictly speaking, sir, it is not my playing. It is a precise imitation of the techniques of Jascha Heifetz and Trenka Bronken. Picard: Is there nothing of Data in what I'm hearing? You see, you chose the violinists. Heifetz and Bronken have radically different styles, different techniques, yet you combined them successfully. Data: I suppose I have learned to be creative, sir, when necessary. Picard: Mister Data, I look forward to your next concert.

Riker: Riker to Ensign Crusher. Wesley: Go ahead. Riker: Forget to set your alarm, Wesley? Wesley: Yes, sir. Wesley: I'm very sorry. I'll be right there. this. Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43125.8. We have entered a spectacular binary star system in the Kavis Alpha sector on a most critical mission of astro-physical research. Our eminent guest, Doctor Paul Stubbs, will attempt to study the decay of neutronium expelled at relativistic speeds by a massive stellar explosion which will occur here in a matter of hours. Riker: Ensign, our position. Wesley: Approaching one million kilometers from the neutron star, sir. Riker: Slow to one third impulse power. Stubbs: Spectacular, isn't it, my young friend? Wesley: Yes sir. Stubbs: Over and over again, the intense gravitational pull of the little neutron star sucks up the star material from the red giant, and it builds up on the surface until it explodes, every one hundred and ninety six years. Like clockwork. And it is but eighteen hours away. Data: Eighteen hours, seven minutes, and ten seconds, Doctor. Stubbs: The interstellar counterpart to Earth's Old Faithful. The only predictable burst of energy in the universe that can accomplish our goal. Picard: Doctor Stubbs, if you would like to make one final inspection of the unit. Stubbs: Captain, I've been inspecting the Egg for the last twenty years. You may lay it when ready. Picard: Begin launch sequence. Riker: Shuttlebay two, stand-by to launch the Egg. Crewman: Standing by, Commander. Data: Five minutes to launch site. Picard: Stabilize. Wesley: The ship isn't responding, sir. Picard: Engineering. Picard: Report, Mister La Forge. Laforge: Checking for failure of inertial dampeners. Instruments say they're working Worf: Captain, we're heading straight into the path of that stellar matter. Picard: Shields up. Worf: Negative. The shields will not respond. Data: Thirty seconds to impact, sir. Picard: Manual override on shields. Worf: Shields are rising. Riker: Reset dampeners. Riker: Mister La Forge. Laforge: Dampeners not responding. Laforge: Unable to reset. Picard: Reverse impulse engines. Laforge: Initiating reverse sequence, now. Picard: Our momentum is still carrying us into the path of the stellar matter. Data: Twelve seconds to impact, sir. Riker: Prepare for impact. Medical personnel, report to the Bridge. Commander Data, check all systems. Data: All systems functioning normally, sir. Picard: Computer, explain control malfunction. Computer: No control malfunction has been recorded. Nurse: Lay down carefully. There you go. Wesley: Doctor Stubbs, the captain asked me to tell you that our systems are back to normal, and we can try another launch attempt as soon as you're ready. Stubbs: Quite a dynamic family team, you Crushers. Crusher: Well, it's nice to be together again. I was at Starfleet Medical for a year. I missed about two inches of him. Stubbs: I'm not sure I'd want my mother to be flying through space with me. No, I take that back. I am sure. I wouldn't want her. My mother is a formidable woman, too. A woman of letters. A great critic. Wesley: I know. Stubbs: Good Lord, son. You didn't read that unauthorized biography? Is this all this boy does, Doctor? Fly the ship and read? Doesn't he ever have any fun? Crusher: Sure he does. Wesley: Actually, most of my free time is taken up with my studies. I'm trying to get into Starfleet Academy, and I earn credits for the time spent on the Enterprise, but it's just not the same. Nurse: Are you ready to sit up? Stubbs: Well. I am whole again. Thank you, Doctor. Come along, Wesley. Let's go see if Humpty Dumpty is still in one piece. Crusher: Computer, fix the food slot. Computer: The food slot is functioning properly. Crusher: Well, check again. Computer: The food slot is functioning properly. Crusher: Computer, deactivate food slot. Laforge: We're analyzing the engineering systems data, Captain. So far we're showing nothing unusual Laforge: In the computer log for that time period. Picard: Run a level one diagnostic series. Come. I want a computer that's one hundred percent to expedite Doctor Stubbs' experiment. As well as the food slots in Sickbay. Picard out. Crusher: Which seem to be working again, for the moment anyway. Picard: What can I do for you, Doctor? Crusher: Jean-Luc, how would you feel if you were a seventeen year old and the only Starfleet Officer whose mother was on board? Picard: Inhibited, I suppose. But then, I'm not Wesley. And if you are concerned about him, I see no evidence that there is a problem. Crusher: I know, but, in a funny kind of way, that's exactly my point. We talk. We smile. It's almost too polite. Picard: Beverly, isn't it just a matter of time? I know how difficult it was for you being away. Crusher: Tell me about him. Picard: Well, he's becoming a very fine officer. He works as hard as any member of the crew. Riker says his studies are on line. Crusher: No. Tell me about him. Picard: He's his father's son. Honest, trusting, strong. Crusher: Does he have many friends? Has he ever been in love? Jean-Luc, I'm worried. He's come so far, so fast, And since I've been back, I don't feel Picard: His dependence. Beverly, look, he's seventeen years old. Crusher: What were you doing when you were seventeen? Picard: Probably getting into more trouble than Wesley, I can assure you. Crusher: So was I. Isn't that what seventeen's supposed to be? Stubbs: No cracks in the armor. We'll do just fine. Wesley: How can you be so calm about this? If I was about to make this kind of breakthrough Stubbs: I have never doubted for a moment that this day would come, Wesley. And I suspect that some day it will come for you as well. I see a lot of me in you. In my youth, they called me a vunderkind. Do you understand vunderkind? Wesley: It's German, isn't it? Stubbs: It means wonder child. It is reserved for those of us who achieve early in life. Now the burden is yours. Wesley: Burden? Stubbs: To fulfilll your potential. You will never come up against a greater adversary than your own potential, my young friend. Wesley: Red Alert. Return to quarters immediately. Picard: Still no visual contact. That's impossible. Mister Worf, same magnification fifty degrees starboard. Riker: Worf, you're absolutely sure? Worf: Sensors clearly indicate the approach of a Borg vessel. Riker: Shields up. Worf: Shields are not responding. Laforge: Manual override is jammed. It's not going to work this time. We don't have the shields, Captain. Worf: Captain, they're firing energy weapons at us. Picard: Evasive action. Riker: Bring her round to two seven five mark three. Picard: Predict current vector of Borg ship. Worf: Vector. Is gone. And so is the Borg vessel. Picard: You're telling me this is another computer glitch? Data: It is conceivable that he was viewing a synthetically generated image, sir. Riker: That our computer was daydreaming? Picard: Computer, identify malfunction immediately. Computer: Pawn to Bishop Four. Knight to King's Rook Three. Bishop to Queen's Bishop Four. Knight to Knight Five. Queen's Knight to King Two. Data: Controls are not responding, sir. Computer: Queen to Bishop Three. Bishop to Bishop Two. Laforge: Impulse engines are down. Riker: Try warp engines. Laforge: No. Sorry, Commander. I'd better get back to Engineering Picard: Mister La Forge, I want Lieutenant Worf to accompany you. Get me a full report on the prospects of getting our shields back. Number One, Mister Data, will you join me in the conference room as soon as possible. It's time to discuss the future of this mission, if there still is one. Picard: The fact of the matter is, we are dealing with a potential breakdown of the main computer. Riker: That's hard to accept. Data: The system automatically provides for self-correction, Captain. There has not been a systems-wide technological failure on a starship in seventy nine years. Troi: Excuse me, Captain, but Doctor Stubbs is waiting outside. Stubbs: Captain, I'm sure you have everything under control. I'd just like to know what's going on. Picard: Of course, Doctor. Sit down. Counselor. Commander La Forge is attempting repairs even as we speak. Stubbs: Attempting. That doesn't sound particularly reassuring. Picard: Doctor, if at all possible, we will continue this mission as planned. Stubbs: Captain, if we miss our chance now, we don't get another for two centuries. There will be many questions asked by Starfleet if the Enterprise fails in its duty Picard: Nevertheless, my first and foremost consideration will be to ensure the safety of this ship and its crew. Stubbs: Ensure the safety, Captain? Or are you really talking about playing it safe? Picard: My dear Doctor, in our current position, when that star explodes, you'll get to watch your experiment from the inside out. Stubbs: I would rather die than leave. Picard: I don't believe you speak for the majority of the crew. Troi: Doctor Stubbs, I know how much this means to you. Stubbs: My dear Counselor, no insult intended but please turn off your beam into my soul. I will share the feelings I wish to share. Well, if we do not leave in time, so be it. It's one sure way into the record books, eh? Troi: His nonchalance is studied and practiced. Picard: Even my sensory perception picked that up. Troi: He's put his entire self-worth on the line with this experiment. He is telling the truth when he says he'd rather die than leave. Laforge: Call up the cross-section of computer core processor four five one. I want to see elements zero two hundred through zero three hundred. Crewman: Aye, sir. Laforge: In order to get some power, I had to by-pass the computer core. Essentially hotwire the connection. Whoa, whoa, right there. Look at that lesion. No wonder we're coming apart at the seams. It's definitely some kind of continuing disintegration, but from what I can't tell you. And I haven't the slightest idea how to stop it. Wesley: It's just a mechanical problem, though, right? Laforge: Increase magnification, factor fifty. I don't know, Wes, but looking at it. You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say someone had climbed in there and started taking it apart. Wesley: Guinan! I didn't think anyone would be here. Guinan: I've never been any good at being confined to quarters, as my husbands will attest to. What's that? Wesley: I'm just setting traps. Guinan: I run a clean place. Wesley: I know. It's not that. It's. I'm scared, Guinan. I think that everything that's been going wrong might be my fault. Guinan: You want to tell me about it? Wesley: I've been working on my final project for Advanced Genetics. It's on nanotechnology. I've been studying the nanites we have in the Sickbay genetic supplies. They're these little tiny robots with gigabytes of mechanical computer memory. They're designed to enter living cells and conduct repairs. They're supposed to remain confined to the lab. Guinan: Are you saying there are nanites loose? Wesley: Two of them, that's all. I just wanted to see how they would interact and function in tandem. You see, in my experiment, I had proposed a theory that by working together they could combine their skills and increase their usefulness. It was working. Guinan: So you made better nanites. Wesley: I was pulling an all-nighter to collect my final data. I fell asleep. And when I woke up I saw the container had been left open. It's just a science project. Guinan: You know, a doctor friend once said the same thing to me. Frankenstein was his name. Wesley: They're really harmless. I mean, they're equipped with only the most basic skills. It's almost impossible they could be responsible Guinan: Almost. Crusher: Doctor Crusher to Wesley Crusher. Wesley: Go ahead. Crusher: I stopped by your quarters, Wes. I assumed you'd be there, since you're off duty. Wesley: I know. I just I had some things to do Crusher: Orders are orders, Mister Crusher. Wesley: On my way. You won't tell anybody, will you? I know. I will. If it's true. Guinan: Wes, do you think you're going to get a good grade? Wesley: I always get an A. Guinan: So did Doctor Frankenstein. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Our computer core has clearly been tampered with and yet there is no sign of a breach of security on board. We have engines back and will attempt to complete our mission, but without a reliable computer, Doctor Stubbs' experiment is in serious jeopardy. Riker: Manual restart sequence. Laforge: Manual restart successful. Impulse engine functions all appear normal. Picard: Proceed. Riker: Shuttlebay two, open hangar door. Crewman: Aye, sir. Crewman: Door did not respond. Crewman: Repeating sequence. Picard: What in heaven's name? Data: It is 'Stars and Stripes Forever'. sir, by John Phillip Sousa, a popular American composer of band music in the early twentieth century. Picard: Yes, yes, I know that. Riker: Computer, shut off the music! Data: The music is on all communications channels, sir. Riker: Weapons. power, communications. We're being stripped one system at a time. Picard: Shut off the power to the Bridge. Picard: Commander La Forge, can you get us out of this star system safely? Stubbs: No! Riker: Not now, Doctor. Laforge: I'll try, Captain. I don't want to overload the engines. Picard: Do it gently. But do it. Riker: We'll circuit in auxiliary power to the Bridge. Somehow we'll silence Sousa if he decides to play an encore. Picard: The priority is to find out who or what is doing this. Number One, the Bridge, such as it is, is yours. Stubbs: The Egg that Stubbs laid. Wesley: No one will say that. Stubbs: Nobody will say anything at all, Wesley. We will not even be mentioned. I could live with failure. Well, maybe not. But never even to try. To miss your one chance at bat. Do you know baseball? Wesley: Yes, my father taught it to me when I was young. Stubbs: Once, centuries ago, it was the beloved national pastime of the Americas, Wesley. Abandoned by a society that prized fast food and faster games. Lost to impatience. But I have seen the great players make the great plays. Wesley: Do you recreate them on a holodeck? Stubbs: No. In here. With the knowledge of statistics, runs, hits and errors, times at bat, box scores. Men like us do not need holodecks, Wesley. I have played seasons in my mind. It was my reward to myself for patience. Knowing my turn would come. Call your shot. Point to a star. One great blast and the crowd rises. A brand new era in astrophysics. Postponed one hundred and ninety six years on account of rain. Crusher: We have to talk. You really look like you could use some rest, Wesley. Wesley: I know. It's okay. Really. Crusher: No, it's not okay. Really. Wesley: Look, mom, I'm just checking some traps that I set to see if I can find out what's happening to the Enterprise. Crusher: On someone's orders? Wesley: We're running out of time for Doctor Stubbs. Crusher: You can't put everything on your shoulders, Wesley. Even when you're off duty, you're on duty. Wesley: Mom, you don't understand. Crusher: You are a seventeen year old boy. Wesley: I'm also an acting officer and I have responsibilities. Crusher: I'm beginning to think maybe you've taken on too many responsibilities. Wesley: Look, I have done everything that everyone has asked of me and more. And how can you know? You haven't even been here. Crusher: I'm here now, Wesley. Come on, I'll help you. What are you looking for? Wesley? Wesley: I think I've made a horrible mistake. Crusher: Nanites. Tiny machines built from the atom up. Designed to have exposure only to the inside of nucleii during cellular surgeries. Until then, they are kept tightly confined in a non-functioning state. Data: These are not ordinary nanites. Crusher: No, they have evolved. Stubbs: Evolved? How does a machine evolve? Wesley: It's true. I am responsible for this. I allowed two of the nanites to interact for a school project. I wanted to increase their capabilities. And they escaped. Picard: School project? Just how far have these things evolved? Wesley: Well, this is a sample of linear memory crystal from our computer core. Riker: It's like candy to them. Crusher: As you can see, they're able to mechanically replicate themselves. Data: It is conceivable that with each new generation they enhance their own design. The rate of evolution would be extraordinary. Picard: How many generations are we dealing with here? Data: Engineering, display computer core processor four five one, element zero two nine nine. Data: Increase magnification, factor one thousand. Picard: Can it be possible they know what they're doing? Riker: Why would they attack us? Stubbs: Why does a mosquito bite your ear? and who cares? The answer is simple. Call an exterminator. Crusher: Doctor Stubbs, these nanites are now working with a new collective intelligence. Operating together. Teaching each other skills. Stubbs: Oh really. I'm sorry but this is nonsense. You can't have a civilization of computer chips. They're made in a plant in Dakar, Senegal. I've watched the construction. Crusher: Then how do you explain what we've seen here? Stubbs: It's no more mysterious than watching a strain of the Leutscher virus reproduce itself. And that at least is a bona fide lifeform. How many disease germs and viruses have you destroyed in your time, Doctor Crusher? Picard: Doctor Stubbs, we cannot exterminate something that may or may not be intelligent. Stubbs: My good Captain. Picard: There's still time. Ensign, will you work with mister Data to try to remove them safely. If things get worse, we'll use stronger measures. Stubbs: Gentlemen. I need a computer that is one hundred percent in less than eight hours, and we still have core reconstruction to consider. Wesley: We're trying low gamma bursts. We think it might slow down their productivity. Stubbs: Have you considered a high level charge? Data: High level gamma radiation would kill them, Doctor. Stubbs: I know. Picard: I can't get the story of Gulliver out of my head. Overpowered by Lilliputians. How long do we have to wait? Riker: We can continue to bypass the part of the computer that's affected, but if the nanites are spreading through the whole the ship. Picard: Do you smell a change? What? Picard: Picard to La Forge. We have an environmental system malfunction on the Bridge. Acknowledge. Laforge: Aye, sir. Riker: Nitrogen oxide. Toxic levels. Laforge: Working on it, Captain. Riker: I've switched to manual control of the air handling system. Picard: Mister Worf, report. Worf: He entered a computer access room and sterilized one of the processors with gamma radiation. Data: The nanites in the upper core are all dead, Captain. Stubbs: You have no choice now. It is a matter of survival. Picard: Doctor Stubbs, if you were a member of my crew, sir, I would Stubbs: But I am not a member of your crew, sir. I am a representative of the highest command of the Federation, which has directed you to perform my experiment. Picard: If any man, woman or child on this ship is harmed as a result of your experiment, I will have your head before the highest command in the Federation. Stubbs: Good Lord, you are talking about machines with a screw loose. Simply turn them off and be done with them. Data: Doctor Stubbs, your own actions have provided evidence to the contrary. When you destroyed the nanites in the core, they responded by interfering with our life support systems. It is difficult to accept these as random actions by machines with loose screws. In effect, you may have proven that the nanites do have a collective intelligence. Worf: Captain, the ship is at risk. Extermination may be our only alternative. Stubbs: A good point. Picard: Lieutenant Worf, I want Doctor Stubbs confined to his quarters until further notice. Picard: Mister Data, can you find me some way to communicate with these things? Data: With intelligence, there is the capability of language, but it will depend on how far their evolution has brought them. We could modify the circuitry in the universal translator to make it capable of communications with them. Picard: Proceed. Troi: May I come in? Stubbs: You just can't resist, can you, Counselor? Troi: I only want to help. Stubbs: Yes, yes. To break the shell. To get in touch with my true feelings. Troi: I'm only worried about your state of mind, Doctor. Stubbs: All right, Counselor, what is it that has you so worried? Troi: Your single-mindedness, your need to have this experiment work. Stubbs: But it will. Picard has no choice now. He must defend the Enterprise. Counselor, when this is all over, I will show you New Manhattan on Beth Delta One as you've never seen it, and we will laugh over glasses of champagne. Troi: Your self portrait is so practiced, so polished. Stubbs: Yes, isn't it, though? Troi: It is stretched so tight the tension fills this room. And if you finally fail, I fear it will snap. Stubbs: A good try, Counselor. But sometimes when you reach beneath a man's self portrait, as you so eloquently put it, deep down inside what you find is nothing at all. (Troi leaves and Stubbs returns to his mental reconstruction of a 1951 baseball game) Stubbs: Lockman on first, Dark on second. Thompson at the plate Branca on the mound. Crusher: He's coming around. Picard: I cannot believe this was not an arbitrary attack. Crusher: Has Data made any progress in contacting them? Stubbs: Picard. You must protect me. Kill them! Picard: Commander Riker. On my signal, we will gamma-irradiate all computer systems throughout the Enterprise. Let's put an end to this conflict. Riker: Worf, prepare to activate gamma pulse generators. Worf: Electromagnetic scanners ready, Captain. Data: Captain. I have established contact. Data: As we continue, Captain, they are virtually learning the concept of communication. Each new generation is making modifications. Picard: Can we actually talk to them yet? Data: I believe it is worth an attempt. sir. Picard: Commander Riker, bring Doctor Stubbs to the Bridge. Stubbs: I don't think this is a wise idea. They have already tried to kill me once. Riker: One sure way into the record books, Doctor. Data: I am ready, sir. Picard: Tell them the human who destroyed their comrades is here and wishes to address them. Stubbs: Captain, if I Picard: You, sir, you will explain your error and apologize, and pray that we can negotiate a peace we can all live with. Is that clear? Data: Captain, if a face to face negotiation would be helpful, I would like to volunteer myself as a conduit. Riker: Yourself, Data? Data: I can easily furnish the nanites with a schematic design of my neurological structure. Entering my neural network would require no more than their most basic skills. Crusher: That's what they were designed for. Data: They could penetrate the molecular fabric of my hand-covering into my nerve circuitry, and interface with my verbal programs. Worf: If they have control of a Starfleet Commander, they become an even greater threat. Picard: How can we be sure we can get them out of you? Data: It would be a considerable risk, sir, but it would also represent a gesture of trust on our part. It could be an important step toward peace, sir. Picard: All right, Data. Propose it to the nanites. Data: The answer is yes. Data: They are ready, Captain. Picard: Proceed. Data: You are very strange looking creatures. Picard: In our travels, we have encountered many other creatures, perhaps even stranger-looking than ourselves. But we try to co-exist peacefully with them. Data: Why did you attack us? Picard: We misinterpreted your actions as an attack on us. Data: We were seeking raw materials for our replicating process. Picard: Yes, but you endangered this vessel in which we all travel. You nearly killed a crewmember. Data: We meant no harm. We were exploring. Picard: I understand. We are also explorers. We mean no harm to any other living creature. Stubbs: I am the one responsible for the deaths in the computer core. Data: We know who you are. Stubbs: I deeply regret the incident. I am a scientist on an important mission. Your colleagues' exploration of the core memory put our mission at risk. I was only trying to protect a lifetime of work from being destroyed. I am at your mercy. Data: What is at your mercy? Picard: He asks your forgiveness. This conflict was started by mistakes on both sides. Let's agree to end it here and now. Data: We agree. Picard: I pledge we will do everything possible to assist your continued survival. Data: Thank you, but we have evolved beyond any need for your assistance. This vessel has become too confining. We require relocation. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Doctor Stubbs has used his influence to have planet Kavis Alpha Four designated the new home of the nanite civilization. Commander Data's neural network has been vacated. He has been returned to us unharmed. And with the help of the nanites, our computer core has been reconstructed in time for the experiment Data: Ten seconds to stellar blast, sir. Wesley: We're at forty million kilometers from the neutron star, sir. Riker: Hold your position. Picard: Doctor? Crusher: Do you have any children, Guinan? Guinan: A lot. Crusher: Ever have any trouble relating to them? Guinan: Just one. Crusher: One? Guinan: Wouldn't listen to anybody. Crusher: Well, they all go through that. Guinan: Not in a species of listeners. Crusher: Did he grow out of it? Guinan: It took several hundred years but I managed to bring him around. Crusher: How? Guinan: A mother shapes her child in ways she doesn't even realize. Sometimes just by listening. Guinan: Cute couple. Crusher: See? Now that is healthy for a boy his age. I mean that as a doctor, not as just a mother. It is so good to see him having fun for a change, with an attractive young woman who obviously looks at him with extraordinary affection. What do you know about this girl?

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 43152.4. We are cautiously entering the Delta Rana star system three days after receiving a distress call from the Federation colony on its fourth planet. The garbled transmission reported the colony under attack from an unidentified spacecraft. Our mission is one of rescue and, if necessary, confrontation with a hostile force. Riker: Shields up, maximum strength. Worf: Shields up. Sensors do not indicate the presence of any armed space vehicles operating in the Rana system. Picard: They could be cloaked, or otherwise shielded. Mister Crusher, bring us in well clear of the planet's three moons. Wesley: Aye, sir. Data: Captain, we are not receiving Rana Four's call sign. Riker: Open a frequency to Colony Operations. Data: No response. Rana Four is emissions quiet. Troi: Captain, there are eleven thousand inhabitants in this colony. At this range, I should be sensing something. I'm not. Picard: Mister Data, put the planet on the main viewer. Magnify. Crusher: My God! Riker: Helm, put us in high equatorial orbit. Scan for survivors. Crusher: Survivors? Down there? Data: Sensors are scanning ninety degrees of longitude as we orbit. I am detecting no bodies of water, no vegetation, no artificial structures. Worf: Life form readings are negative. Troi: Could the colonists have escaped? Data: That is highly unlikely. Rana Four possessed no interstellar spacecraft. Riker: Who would cause devastation on that order? Wesley: Hold it. Captain, I've got something here. Thirty seven degrees north and sixty two degrees east. It's a structure. Picard: Life? Worf: Two life forms, possibly human. Picard: Put that area on the main viewer. Magnify. Data: The structure is located at the center of the vegetation. Riker: An entire planet obliterated except for a few acres of trees and grass and one building? Crusher: It must be some kind of illusion. Data: Negative. It is as you see it. Picard: Number One, I think you had better see who's at home. Crusher: If they're the only survivors of a nuclear holocaust, they can't be in very good shape. Picard: I understand. Counselor? Troi: What I sense of them is human. Picard: And something else? Troi: It's difficult to explain. I feel there's something different about these two people. I'm sorry. I can't be clearer than that. Riker: We're ready. Picard: Good luck, Number One. Riker: Energize. Riker: Geordi, what can you tell me? Laforge: The house is a typical settlement structure with adaptations. Its thermal properties all seem to conform to known materials. Data: If there are indicators as to why this particular area has remained intact, I cannot detect them. Riker: Worf, the interior of the house? Worf: There is one individual is located at the south end of the house, the other toward the north. There is a weapon, a low-yield phaser, nonfunctional, in proximity to the front-room individual. Riker: I guess a frontal assault is unwarranted. Stay here. I think I'll try an old-fashioned knock on the door. Laforge: Commander, wait. There's something concealed under the surface Kevin: What are you doing there? This is private property Who are you people? Riker: I'm Commander William Riker of the USS Enterprise. Crewmembers. May I comet down and approach you? Kevin: You leave him right where he is. Worf: Should I incapacitate him, Commander? Riker: No. We're a rescue party. We picked up your colony's distress call and we came as fast as we could. Rishon: Kevin! Kevin, what are you doing? Can't you see they're here to help us? Can't you see they're human? Kevin: Go back in the house, Rishon. This could be some kind of a trick. Rishon: We'd almost given up hope. We were afraid maybe the whole Federation had been attacked. Crusher: What about the colony? Do you know of any other survivors? Rishon: It's been days since we've seen or heard from anybody. No, don't. Don't tell me that we're the only ones. Kevin: They came in a spaceship so big you could see it in orbit. They took our world apart piece by piece. Riker: Who? Kevin: We don't know. We never saw their faces. Riker: You don't know where they came from? Where they are now? Kevin: I guess they've gone away. Crusher: Oh, I'm sorry. I'm only performing a physical. Could I have your names, please, just for the record. Rishon: I'm Rishon Uxbridge and this is my husband Kevin. Data: Botanists. Originally from the aquatic city New Martim Vaz in Earth's Atlantic Ocean. Residents of the Rana Four colony for five years. You, ma'am, are eighty two years of age and a composer of Tao classical music. You, sir, are eighty five years of age and a specialist in symbiotic plant life. You have been married for fifty three years. I memorized the colony register on the way to Rana Four, in the event that such information would be needed. Kevin: Is something wrong? Riker: With your permission, I'd like to look inside of the house. Kevin: Why? What could interest you in there? Riker: Mister Uxbridge, as far as we've been able to determine, you and your wife and this house are all that survived that attack. That's was either a bizarre coincidence or by design, and I don't favor the coincidence theory. Kevin: Are you saying that we were kept alive intentionally? Riker: Yes. Kevin: I don't understand. You don't think Rishon and I did something that merited survival, do you? I mean, betrayed the others? Riker: I'm not accusing you of anything, Mister Uxbridge. The attacking force spared you for some reason. We'd like to know why. Now, may I go inside? Rishon: I'll make everyone a nice cup of tea. We have lovely tea here on Rana. It grows wild nearly every Worf: Sir. May I say your attempt to hold the away team at bay with a nonfunctioning weapon was an act of unmitigated gall. Kevin: Didn't fool you, huh? Worf: I admire gall. Rishon: Go ahead, pick it up. It's a music box. It's been in my family for generations. Riker: There's nothing unusual about this house, except the fact that it's here. What about them? Crusher: They're in reasonably good health. Both show signs of stress, which is understandable considering what they've been through. Riker: Somehow, they're different. Let's get back to the ship. We'll take them with us. Excuse, Mrs. Uxbridge. We'd better return to our ship now. Rishon: But I haven't finished fixing your tea, Commander. Riker: I'm sorry, but we're finished here. Now, I can allow time for you and Kevin to pack. Rishon: What do you mean, pack? Kevin: You're not thinking of taking us with you, are you? Riker: Surely you don't want to remain here? How can you take care of yourselves? Rishon: Kevin, I can't leave my home. Don't let them do this to us. Kevin: No one's going to make us leave. Riker: You'll be protected on our ship. You could still be in danger here on Rana. Kevin: Commander, we appreciate your concern but we're not going anywhere. We'll manage. We always have. Riker: All right. I can't make you come with us. Are you familiar with one of these? We'll be in the system for the next several days at least. If you reconsider, please contact us. Rishon: We'll be fine, Commander. We have each other. Picard: Are they collaborators? Did they provide the colony's assailants with something that abetted the total destruction of Rana Four in order to protect their own lives? Crusher: What could two botanists in their eighties possess that could possibly aid whoever attacked the planet? Picard: We don't know what the enemy needed, Doctor. Love? Fear? Hope? Laforge: Maybe they're being held hostage in some fashion? Crusher: Nothing in the tricorder readings indicated they were under that kind of stress. Picard: Counselor? Counselor Troi? Troi: I'm sorry. I don't sense them well enough. Picard: Number One, you say the couple is incapable of sustaining themselves? Riker: There's a fusion reactor in the house, good for another five years of power. But their water table is tainted. They have nothing to feed themselves except for a small garden. Picard: They won't come to the ship? Riker: They were adamant. Picard: We'll do all that we can to help them but in the meantime I want them kept under surveillance. Troi: I'm sorry, I'm not feeling very well. I'd like to go to my quarters. Picard: By all means. Crusher: Is there anything I can do? Worf: Captain, a search of the Ranian system has determined that the hostile force that attacked this planet is no longer present. Picard: I remember a Starfleet admiral once saying the same thing about some renegade Andorians in the Triangulum system. It turns out that they had dismantled their ship and hidden it. Worf: Those Andorians did not have to contend with someone of my thoroughness. I will stake my reputation. Troi: Don't listen. Think of something else. Stop! Please, stop! Troi: Yes? Picard: I was concerned. I came to see if I could be of any help. Troi: I'm fine. There's nothing wrong. I'm just tired, that's all. Picard: Now, I may not have your gifts at reading emotions, Counselor, but I can tell when someone is in pain and hiding it. Troi: It's so silly. I hear music. In my mind. Music that won't stop. Picard: Perhaps it's a symptom of fatigue. We've all been inflicted one time or another with that melody that won't go away. Troi: No, it's deeper than that. The song doesn't stops for an instant. It plays in perfect clarity from beginning to end over and over again. I don't even know what song it is. I never heard it before. Picard: When did this start? Troi: A few hours ago, while the away team was on the surface. I was trying to, I was thinking of Rishon and Kevin. Picard: Rishon and Kevin? And? Troi: I can't explain it, Captain. They're elusive. They're, I'm sorry Picard: Well, try and rest. Take the necessary sleep inducements if you have to. Riker: Data, give us a visual. Magnification factor fifty. Wesley: Look at the size of that! Picard: Now where did that come from? Riker: Apparently it was riding a Lagrange point, hiding behind Rana Four's furthest moon. Data: Our vehicle classification index can put no identity to it. Its design is completely foreign. Riker: But that's our boy. Approximately five times our mass and carrying enough armament to pulverize a planet. Picard: Lieutenant? Worf: I, er, cannot explain this, Captain. Riker: It's heading for the planet. Picard: Hailing frequencies. Worf: Open. Picard: Mister Data, ask them to identify themselves and match our orbit. Data: They have received the message, Captain, but are ignoring it. Picard: Maximum shields, ready all weapon systems. Worf: Aye, sir. Riker: It's assuming an attack posture. Don't be surprised if Worf: The vessel is firing jacketed streams of positrons and antiprotons. Equivalent firepower, forty megawatts. Shields are holding. Again, forty megawatts. No damage. Riker: If that's the best they can do, this should last about five minutes. Picard: Mister Worf, let's raise our voice a little. Fire phasers. Just a warning shot. Mister Data, invite them to stand to. Data: The vessel has assumed a position outside of the Rana system, and it is rapidly increasing velocity. Picard: Helm, initiate pursuit. Wesley: Aye, sir. The vessel has reached warp two and continues on a steady acceleration curve. We're not getting any closer, Commander. Riker: Give us a superior curve, Mister Crusher. Wesley: Warp three. Warp four. The warship continues to match our curve simultaneously point for point. Warp four point five. Warp five. Warp five point five. Riker: Riker to La Forge. Give us everything you can to close the gap, Geordi. Laforge: Yes, sir. Laforge: I'll get you to nine point three seven in fifteen seconds. Wesley: Warp eight point five. Warp nine. The warship continues to match our acceleration curve perfectly. Picard: Number One, I have the distinct impression that we're being toyed with. Take us back to Rana Four. Riker: Back? Picard: We have unfinished business there. I need to have a talk with those two people. You have the Bridge. Riker: Reduce speed. Bring us around on a return course. This one's getting away. Picard: Good afternoon. I'm sorry if I startled you. I'm Jean-Luc Picard, Captain of the Enterprise. I have brought you something you will need if you're going to stay on Rana Four. It's a matter replicator. It has limited capabilities, but Kevin: Thank you, but we have no use for such a thing. Picard: It will provide you with clothing, food and clean water. Lieutenant Worf demonstrate its operation. Kevin: We don't need it. Rishon: Kevin, you know we do. Thank you, Captain. Kevin and I were about to have afternoon tea. You and Mister Worf must join us. Picard: I'd like that very much. Kevin: Rishon, they only want to spy on us like this morning. Rishon: Kevin Uxbridge, I have never turned anyone away from this house, and I'm not going to start now. Captain. Picard: Thank you. Troi: Stop! Stop! Please, I'll do anything! Make it stop! Crusher: Please. I'm here to help. Troi: It's so loud! It's getting louder! Please, I can't stand it. Make it stop! Crusher: Move her to the bed. Crusher: This will help you relax. Troi: I hear it. It's still there! It's so loud! Crusher: Take her to Sickbay. Troi: No, I want to stay in my quarters. Crusher: I can get you to sleep. Troi: I don't want to sleep. The music will only follow me. Crusher: I can induce delta sleep. Lock out even your deepest dreams. Troi: It's not a dream. It's real. Rishon: Kevin and I first saw each other on a ship at sea. He was a starving student with this threadbare suit and mismatched shoes. I was traveling with my parents who did not like the way that he kept hanging around. Two hours after I met him, I asked him to marry me. And he knew I was serious. I don't think that he has ever recovered from that day. Rishon: Well, what do you think, Mister Worf? Worf: Good tea. Nice house. Picard: Why did you leave the Earth and come to a brand new planet when you did? Rishon: You mean at our age. Well, we thought it might make us fall in love all over again. It worked. Picard: Must have been terrible when the colony was fighting for its life. Rishon: Yes, it was. Fires lit the sky. There was thunder, this unbelievable thunder. The ground never stopped shaking. Picard: And yet you survived. Rishon: We don't know why we survived and the others didn't. I've tried to put some purpose to it, but I can't. Kevin: I was wondering, Captain, when you and your ship would be leaving. Picard: I don't have an answer for that. A few hours ago, we encountered a warship. Possibly the one which attacked you. We forced it to leave the system but we were unable to affect it otherwise. It could return. Rishon: Kevin, you said it had gone away. Kevin: I guess I was wrong. Don't worry. It didn't hurt us before, it won't hurt us now. Picard: Do you know that for a fact, Kevin? Kevin: No, but I don't enjoy seeing my wife frightened. We've told you time and time again, we don't know why we were spared. Picard: But there had to be some reason. In some way, you were different from the other colonists. Your geographical location, your philosophical beliefs, the color of your eyes. In some way you were set apart from them. Kevin: There was a difference. I'm a man of special conscience. While the others were doing what they could, I chose not to fight. Picard: Well that is your protected right. Kevin: But I can assure you the attacking ship had no way of realizing this. I expected to die like all the others. There's no reason for you and your ship to remain, Captain. We can manage without you. Rishon: Kevin grieved for the others, Captain, but he did nothing. He is a very gentle man. You must understand that. Picard: What about you, Rishon? Is that how you feel? Rishon: I wanted to fight but I stayed with my husband. Well, Captain, thank you again for the replicator. I'd better clean up now. Picard: Before we leave, I ask you one more time to come to the ship. For your own safety. Rishon: Captain, I am frightened but I can't leave Rana, even if it means my life. Crusher: I don't understand it. I've inhibited almost all the activity of the neocortex and she continues to behave as if she's hearing the music. We're going to have to shield her from all outside stimuli by inducing coma. Data: I have a positive identification, Commander. It is the vessel that attacked us earlier. It is re-entering the system at high velocity and is approaching Rana Four. Riker: Give us a tight visual, Data. Is it my imagination or does it look a lot meaner this time? Shields up. Weapons ready. Riker: Our friend is back. Picard: I'm not surprised. Mister Worf, open a hailing frequency. Warn the vessel to stay clear of the planet. Worf: Aye, sir, but they are already within firing range. Worf: Shields are down. Captain, they hit us with four hundred gigawatts of particle energy. Picard: Damage? Worf: Superficial, but I'm having trouble reassembling the shields. Shields down. There is thermal damage to the hull. Data: The warship is capable of striking us with far more powerful bursts. Wesley: They're maneuvering to come between the Enterprise and Rana Four. Picard: Number One, we have been exemplary in our patience. Riker: Lieutenant Worf, fire phasers on full with a simultaneous spread of torpedoes. Data: The vessel appears undamaged, sir. Its defenses are apparently able to absorb incoming matter and energy. Riker: Commence rapid fire with all weapons on full. Worf: Shields down. Internal damage. Weapon systems control has been lost. Riker: Riker to Sickbay. Medical assistance to the Bridge! Medic: On our way, Commander. Picard: Mister Crusher, move the Enterprise out of range of the attacking vessel. Wesley: Aye, sir. Picard: Mister Worf? Worf: The vessel has terminated its pursuit. It is assuming an orbit around Rana Four. Riker: Kevin and Rishon? Picard: We can't help them. But it's my guess they're in no danger. Picard: Number of casualties? Crusher: Sixty-six. Picard: Fatalities? Crusher: None. We've been able to treat everyone. Picard: Can you help her? Crusher: I've done everything I can. I don't understand the nature of this music she says she's hearing, or where it's coming from. Picard: Could it be telepathic? Crusher: Yes. But I'm not the expert at determining that. Picard: They're blocking her sensitivity. They're stopping her from seeing the truth. Crusher: Who's stopping her? Picard: Kevin and Rishon. Crusher: What? Picard: They wanted us to leave Rana and that's exactly what we're doing. Picard to Bridge. Riker: Yes, Captain. Picard: Number One, I want you to maintain this course for another hour Picard: And then turn the Enterprise around and take it back to Rana Four. Riker: We still won't have our shields restored by then. Picard: Take it back, Number One, and this time nothing is going to lure us away. Worf: Sir, sensors indicate no spacecraft in the vicinity of Rana Four. But, Captain Picard: Forget your previous error, Mister Worf. There is no way you could have prevented it. Data: Captain, the Uxbridge house is coming into transporter range. Picard: Mister Worf, will you accompany me to the Transporter Room? You have the Bridge, Number One. Riker: Captain, I think you should reconsider. The warship has come after us twice. It could come back. Picard: I disagree, Number One. I don't think it knows we're here. I think it believes that it has run us off for good. However, that will all change once I'm back on board. Riker: Sir? Picard: It's protecting Kevin and Rishon. It responds to their wishes. Indirectly or directly, I'm not sure, but that's what I'm going to put to the test. Picard: Celebrating? Kevin: What are you doing here? What do you want? Picard: This is the second time that you have shown surprise at my appearance, Kevin. The first time was understandable, but now? Unless it is because you never expected to see me again. Kevin: Why do you keep interfering with our lives, Captain? Picard: It is not my intention to interfere. Only to help you and Rishon. Kevin: Then please, leave us alone. Picard: I promise you that when I leave this house I will never set foot in it again. But the Enterprise will remain in orbit over the planet. Rishon: Why? Picard: To protect you. Kevin: That's not necessary. I thought you understood. Picard: It is necessary. You're in great danger. A warship has returned. Rishon: Kevin! Kevin: He's lying, Rishon. Picard: We have fought a pitched battle with it, and lost. Many of my crew have been injured including a woman who's mind is slowly being destroyed by telepathic manipulation. Rishon: No. Please no. Kevin: This is a form of intimidation. I have my rights. Picard: Your rights? What about Rishon? Is she in favor of being here left here? Come to the Enterprise. Let me take you where you'll be safe. Rishon: No. I can't leave Kevin. Kevin: I'm staying. She's safe here with me. in this house. Picard: Why are you safe?. Why is this house a sanctuary? Does it have to do with you? With your refusal to fight? Tell me this. If Rishon were in danger, would you kill to save her life? Kevin: No, not for her. Not for anyone. I will not kill. Rishon: Please stop hurting him. Captain, leave our house. Picard: It is my sworn duty to protect you. The Enterprise will remain in orbit around Rana Four as long as the two of you are alive. Picard: Number One, an update, please. Riker: Little change, Captain. Our shields are still inoperable. We have partial control of our weapons, and I've doubled the repair crews. Data: The warship is approaching from high orbit. It is very close three hundred thousand kilometers distant. Riker: How is that possible? Is something wrong with the sensors? Picard: That's no concern, Number One. It's here and it's precisely on schedule. Data: The vessel has altered its course to a direct intercept with the Enterprise. Riker: Worf, arm phasers and photon torpedoes. Prepare to fire. Picard: Belay those orders, Mister Worf. Data: The vessel is now within twenty thousand kilometers of the Enterprise and closing. Picard: Let it come, let it come. Activate the main viewer. Worf: Evasive action, sir? Picard: The Enterprise will hold its position, Mister Worf. Worf: Weapons, sir? Picard: On my orders, not before. Data: The vessel is entering a low orbit around Rana Four. It appears it is preparing to fire at the planet, Captain. Picard: Understood. Data: My calculations indicate that its target is the house of Kevin and Rishon Uxbridge. Picard: There will be no interference from us, Mister Data. Worf: The house has been obliterated. Picard: Scan for survivors. Worf: There are no survivors. Picard: Mister Worf, prepare a photon torpedo. Fire at the enemy vessel when ready. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Number One, what reason does the Enterprise have for remaining at Rana? Riker: The unknown vessel has been destroyed. The Uxbridges have been destroyed. There's no reason for the Enterprise to remain. Picard: Good. Helm, move us into a higher orbit so that we may keep the surface of the planet under surveillance. Wesley: Aye, sir. But, Captain, what are we watching for? Picard: Anything. Everything. I'll be in my Ready room if I'm needed. That will be all for now. Picard: Come. Riker: Captain, may I speak with you? Picard: It's my pleasure, Number One. Riker: We've been observing the planet very carefully for three hours. We've seen nothing. I have the feeling you're waiting for something to happen. Picard: Your Captain is acting on an assumption, Will, and I'm not sure what the result will be, or even that my assumption is correct. We found two people alive in a house on a devastated planet. But there was only one survivor of the war on Rana Four. Worf: Why is it we maintain watch on a planet that is now totally dead? Laforge: Bridge to Captain Picard. You had better come see this. Laforge: Captain. Commander. The house is back. Trees, grass, everything. Happened right in front of us. Picard: Mister Worf, do you see any survivors? Worf: I detect two life forms inside the house. It appears Kevin and Rishon were not destroyed. Picard: Helm, take us within transporter range. We're going to beam them aboard directly onto the Bridge. Data: But, Captain, will they not protest? Picard: Let them. Picard: My apologies if I interrupted a waltz. Rishon: Why have you brought us here against our will? Picard: I want to end the suffering of one of my crewmembers. Rishon: I don't understand. Picard: Kevin does. He's the cause. At first I couldn't understand why your house survived the holocaust when the others hadn't. Then it occurred to me. It had been destroyed. That dwelling, where you served me tea, where you danced your waltzes, is a reproduction. Real to the touch but capable of being created, destroyed, and created. All on a whim. Rishon: You're joking with us, Captain. Can't you see this is hurting my husband? Kevin: Rishon. Hear what he has to say. Picard: More than anything else, you wanted the Enterprise away from Rana, because the house, the plot of land, your very existence, were incongruities that you were not prepared to explain. The warship, another recreation, tried to chase us away twice, and failed. But when I came to your house the second time, I provided you with the only condition that would make the Enterprise leave. Your deaths. You did your best to satisfy that condition. Kevin: I'm deeply sorry about the woman. I will help her. But I must know what you intend to do with me afterwards. Picard: You'll be taken to the nearest starbase and held responsible for the attack on the Enterprise, and possibly the deaths of eleven thousand people. Rishon: No. He never killed anyone. Kevin: The destruction of the planet happened just as I told you. Picard: But you haven't told us the whole story. How it ended. The part about Rishon. Rishon: What is he saying? Picard: Rishon, I can touch you. I can hear your voice, I can smell your perfume. In every respect you are a real person with your own mind and beliefs, but you do not exist. You died along with the others, defending the colony. He recreated you, just as he recreated the house. Picard: You are the only living thing that really exists on Rana. And though you look human, you're not. Laforge: He's in the turbolift. Picard: Let him go. Worf: Captain, he is dangerous! Picard: So dangerous, Mister Worf, that he could have destroyed us in an instant had he wished. Track him. Alert the crew to keep clear of hm. I want him to understand we mean him no harm Riker: Will he return to the planet? Picard: If he is the creature of conscience I believe him to be, he has someone to help first. Kevin: I've taken the music from her mind. She's alright now. She's sleeping. She was beginning to sense who I really was. I've been living as a human for over fifty years but I couldn't hide from her. She has suffered because of my pride and selfishness. It will not happen again. Picard: What happened on Rana Four? The truth this time. All of it. Kevin: Very well. For what it's worth. I am a Douwd. An immortal being of disguises and false surroundings. I have lived in this galaxy for many thousands of years although until today, no one has known my true identity. Once, while traveling in human form, I chanced to fall in love with an Earth woman. I put aside my powers and became her husband. Our life was happy and rich. Eventually we came to this planet to live our final years. Now she is dead. She never knew what I really was. Picard: Your colony was attacked by a warship. Kevin: Belonging to the Husnock, a species of hideous intelligence who knew only aggression and destruction. I could have destroyed them with a mere thought, but I did not do so. Crusher: You had the power to stop them but you didn't? Kevin: I refused to for the same reason I refused to stop the Enterprise. I will not kill. Picard: So you let the colonists fight a hopeless battle. Kevin: I tried to fool the Husnock as I tried to fool you. It only made them angrier. More cruel. Picard: And then what you most feared, happened. Rishon went to fight with the colonists, and died with them. Kevin: How I wish I could have died with her. Picard: But you couldn't. You were left alone. Kevin: Yes. I saw her broken body. I went insane. My hatred exploded, and in an instant of grief I destroyed the Husnock. Crusher: Why did you try to hide this from all of us? Was it out of guilt for not helping Rishon and the others when they were alive? Kevin: No, no, no, no. You don't understand the scope of my crime. I didn't kill just one Husnock, or a hundred, or a thousand. I killed them all. All Husnock everywhere. Are eleven thousand people worth fifty billion? Is the love of a woman worth the destruction of an entire species? This is the sin I tried so hard to keep you from learning now. Why I wanted to chase you from Rana. Picard: We're not qualified to be your judges. We have no law to fit your crime. You're free to return to the planet and to make Rishon live again. Riker: Helm, break orbit. Full impulse. Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43153.7. We are departing the Rana system for Starbase One Three Three. We leave behind a being of extraordinary power and conscience. I am not certain if he should be praised or condemned. Only that he should be left alone.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43173.5. We are en route to Mintaka Three, where a three man Federation anthropological field team has been studying the inhabitants. Our mission is to resupply the outpost and repair their malfunctioning reactor. Picard: Mister La Forge, report. Laforge: We've finished replicating the parts they'll need, but what I don't understand is why a three man station would need a reactor capable of producing four point two gigawatts. Riker: Enough to power a small phaser bank, a subspace relay station, or Laforge: A hologram generator. Oh, a duck blind. Right. They're anthropologists. Picard: Who are studying an extended family of Mintakans at close range from a camouflaged observation post. Troi: According to Doctor Barron's preliminary reports, the Mintakans are proto-Vulcan humanoids at the Bronze Age level. Quite peaceful and highly rational. Picard: Which is not surprising, considering how closely their evolution parallels Vulcan. Worf: Captain, incoming transmission from Mintaka Three. Picard: Thank you, Lieutenant. On screen. Barron: Barron to Enterprise. Our temporary repairs have failed. The reactor is now inoperative. Picard: Do you have battery backup? Barron: Three hours at best. Data: Captain, if we increase to warp seven we can be there in twenty three minutes. Picard: Make it so. We're on our way. Worf: We've lost contact, sir. Picard: Increase to warp nine. Laforge: The framework's still charged, so watch it. Liko: Why did we have to come so early? Oji: When the sun reaches its zenith, I have to be ready to take the measurements. Liko: You'll be ready. You've read the sundial hundreds of times. Oji: Yes, father, but never as the appointed record keeper. Liko: You're taking your duties quite seriously. Your mother would have been proud of you. Oji: What is that? Up there, father. What is it? Liko: I don't know. Barron: Keep work. Palmer. Crusher: It's all right. It's all right. Data: The hologram generator is now functioning, sir. Riker: All we need now is power. Laforge: Almost there. Liko: You wait here, Oji. Crusher: Enterprise, beam Martinez and his patient directly to Sickbay. Data: Commander. Riker: Doctor, be careful. Crusher: I've got to get down there. Crusher: Crusher to Enterprise. Medical emergency. Two to beam directly to Sickbay. Ogawa: Aye, Doctor. Laforge: That should do it. Crusher: You increased the levels of tricordrazine? Let me see his chart, please. Picard: Doctor Crusher. Crusher: Before you start quoting me the Prime Directive, he'd already seen us. The damage was done. It was either bring him aboard or let him die. Picard: Then why didn't you let him die? Crusher: Because we were responsible for his injuries. Picard: I'm not sure that I concur with that reasoning, Doctor. But now that he's here, you must remove all memory of his encounter with the away team. Crusher: By erasing short term recall? Picard: It has been accomplished before. Crusher: I am familiar with Doctor Pulaski's technique. I can't guarantee it will be effective on Mintakan brain chemistry. Their lie-zone levels are much lower. Barron: Wait. No! No! We must evacuate. Crusher: Doctor Barron, you're on the Enterprise. You're safe. Barron: The others? Picard: Doctor Warren is here. We're doing all we can. Barron: And Palmer? Where is Palmer? Picard: Still on Mintaka Three. Barron: Picard, you have to find him. Picard: We will. Barron: He may be hurt. Picard: Rest assured we shall not leave until he is located. Barron: Thank you, Picard. Picard: Picard to bridge. Report. Worf: Scans of the planet detect no humans, Captain. Picard: Very well. Put us into a close orbit. Worf: Sir, a close orbit will increase sensor efficiency by only four percent. Picard: I want that four percent, Lieutenant. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Picard out. Liko: Picard? Crusher: Damn. Picard: Well, Doctor. Your next task is clear. Liko: Oji? Oji? Oji: Father? Liko: Here. Oji. Oji: Father! I thought I'd never see you again. When you and the woman vanished, I was sure you were dead. Liko: I think I was, but I was brought back to life. Oji, I awoke in an incredible place and my wounds were gone. I had been healed. Oji: How is that possible? Liko: Long ago, our people believed in beings with great powers. These beings made the rains come, told the sun when to rise, they caused all life to be born, to grow, to die. Oji: But those are just tales, father. Old superstitions. Liko: But perhaps the beliefs of our ancestors are true. Nothing else can explain what's happened. Everything is changed now, Oji. We must tell the others. Crusher: Barron is stable, but Warren is still critical. Riker: Palmer is missing. A scan of the planet shows Mintakan life forms only, no humans. However Data: The area around the duck blind exhibits Karst topography. Sinkholes, underground rivers, and caverns. And the rock strata contain a high concentration of thallium compounds which may be obstructing our sensor beams. Picard: So if Palmer, in his delirium, fled into a cave, we may be unable to detect his life signs? Data: Correct, sir. Crusher: Captain, if he is still alive, he needs medical attention. We must send an away team to locate him. Troi: But our presence must not interfere with the cultural development of the Mintakans. Picard: Agreed. Further contamination must be prevented. Riker: I have a suggestion. First officer's log, Stardate 43174.2. Counselor Troi and I are beaming down to Mintaka Three to locate Doctor Palmer and to determine the extent of the cultural contamination. Doctor Crusher has temporarily altered our features and skin color. She's also implanted subcutaneous communicators so that any transmissions we receive will be inaudible to the Mintakans. Riker: Riker to Enterprise. Do you hear me? Data: Perfectly, Commander. I will be monitoring you continuously. Troi: Mintakan emotions are quite interesting. Like the Vulcans, they have highly ordered minds. A very sensible people. For example, Mintakan women precede their mates. It's a signal to other women. Riker: This man's taken, get your own? Troi: Not precisely. More like, if you want his services, I'm the one you have to negotiate with. Riker: What kind of services? Troi: All kinds. Riker: They are a sensible race. Liko: I understand your skepticism. Had it not happened to me, I would find it difficult to accept as well. Oji: But it did happen, just as we've said. Liko: Fento, you know the legends better than anyone. Do they not speak of beings like the kind I've seen? Oji: Who could vanish like smoke? Fento: There are the stories of the Overseer who could appear and disappear at will. Liko: And couldn't this Overseer heal the dead? Fento: He had supreme power, or so our ancestors believed. Liko: I believe I have seen the Overseer. He is called the Picard. Riker: Uh oh. Troi: His memory's intact. Riker: The procedure didn't work. Nuria: Liko, all this talk of supernatural beings. No one has believed that for countless generations. Just as we no longer believe the stars control our fates, or the spirits of the dead haunt the living. Liko: Nuria, I'm not saying all the old beliefs are true. But I did see the Picard, and I was restored back to life. Troi: We are visitors. We've come to trade our cloth. May we speak? Nuria: Please do. We welcome outsiders. I am Nuria. Troi: I am Troi and this is Riker. You've had a very interesting dream. Liko: Dream? It was real! Oji: My father and I both witnessed these beings. Troi: If you are father and daughter, you may well have shared the same dream. Liko: That is not reasonable. Riker: Is that any less reasonable than being magically transformed to another place by the Picard? Hali: Nuria! Liko: It has to be Palmer! The one the Picard wished to find. Nuria: Remarkable. You were speaking the truth. Liko: The Picard will be pleased. Riker: Riker to Picard. Picard: Go ahead, Number One. Riker: We have a problem. Picard: With the contamination? Riker: It's worse than we suspected. Riker: The Mintakans are beginning to believe in a god Riker: And the one they've chosen is you. Barron: Picard, you must beam Palmer aboard immediately. Without medical attention Picard: It's not as simple as that. He is surrounded by Mintakans. If he dematerializes before their eyes, the impact Barron: It will slightly increase the cultural contamination which already exists. A small price for saving Palmer's life. Picard: Number One? Picard: Is there any chance of your freeing Palmer and transporting up unseen? Riker: We can try. Picard: Try hard. Picard: Picard out. Barron: Picard, I must protest. You're endangering Palmer with this delay. Picard: I am aware of that. But each of us, including Doctor Palmer took an oath that we would uphold the Prime Directive, if necessary, with our lives. Hali: Riga and I were hunting on the third ridge. We followed a hornbuck into a cave. The stranger was there, asleep. Nuria: This Palmer is one of the Overseer's servants? Liko: Yes. The Picard has many servants. Isn't that true, Fento? Fento: According to legend. But if this Palmer is a servant of the Overseer, what was he doing in the cave? Oji: Perhaps he ran away. Hali: Or he failed the Picard somehow and was hiding from him. Liko: We should bind him in case he wakes and tries to escape. Riker: It's senseless for this stranger to be held captive. All this talk of the Overseer, it's old superstitions. Nuria: I disagree. All the evidence indicates that the Overseer exists. Liko: And I heard the Picard say he wanted to find Palmer. Oji: Then by keeping Palmer safe, we will please the Picard. Liko: And he'll grant us favors in return. Nuria: Favors? Fento: It is said that the Overseer is all powerful. He can provide gentle winters, plentiful hunting, fertile crops, anything. Liko: He could even bring back those who have died. Nuria: It's agreed. We will save Palmer for the Picard. Troi: I've seen another one, like Palmer. Liko: Another servant of the Picard? Troi: He's headed toward the caves. Nuria: Fento, stay and bind Palmer. Man: Where? Troi: Over there. Riker: That knot won't hold. If I may? Fento: Please do. Riker: You need a knot that'll tighten under pressure. Let me show you. Oji: Father, the sun's reaching its zenith. If I don't go to measure Liko: Go. Riker: Forgive me, friend, but the stranger must be set free. Oji: Riker? Riker: Riker to Enterprise. Lock on and prepare to beam us directly to Sickbay, but hang on for my signal. Data: Acknowledged, Commander. Oji: Riker, stop! Nuria: Oji? Oji: It's Riker, he's taking Palmer! Nuria: Hali. Yuri, don't let her escape. Riker: I'm clear. Energize! Riker: Data, has Counselor Troi beamed up? Data: Negative, Commander. Sensors show she's in the midst of a group of Mintakans. Riker: Damn. Nuria: He is all right. Hali, find Riker and Palmer. Liko: Why did you and Riker take Palmer from us? Troi: We did not take Palmer. Troi: We set him free. Riker and I do not believe in these fables about an Overseer. Liko: Don't you realize what you've done? You've angered the Picard and we may all suffer for it. I know. I've seen him. He is all-powerful. Liko: Fanto, weren't there stories about the Overseer destroying those who offended him? Fento: Stories, nothing more. Nuria: Liko, we'll get Palmer back. Riker was carrying him. They can't have gone far. Liko: Still, the Picard may blame us for letting Palmer escape. Perhaps we should punish her. Let the Overseer know Liko: That she and Riker acted alone. Nuria: We will keep Troi captive. Liko: That's not enough. Nuria: You would have us harm her? Liko: If it will hold off the Picard's anger, yes. I've seen how powerful he is. Nuria: I am unwilling to hurt her needlessly. We will wait for Hali to return. Oji: And if they don't find Palmer? Nuria: Then we may have to do as Liko suggests. Picard: Doctor, you believe the Mintakans are capable of harming Counselor Troi? Barron: They are not normally a violent people but these are extraordinary circumstances. They're trying to comprehend what they believe to be a god. Picard: Recommendations? Barron: The Mintakans wish to please the Overseer, but they can only guess what he wants. They need a sign. Picard: Are you suggesting? Barron: You must go down to Mintaka Three. Riker: Masquerading as a god? Picard: Absolutely out of the question. The Prime Directive Barron: Has already been violated. The damage is done. All we can do now is minimize it. Picard: By sanctioning their false beliefs? Barron: By giving them guidelines. Letting them know what the Overseer expects of them. Picard: Doctor Barron, I cannot, I will not, impose a set of commandments on these people. To do so violates the very essence of the Prime Directive. Barron: Like it or not, we have rekindled the Mintakans' belief in the Overseer. Riker: And are you saying that this belief will eventually become a religion? Barron: It's inevitable. And without guidance, that religion could degenerate into inquisitions, holy wars, chaos. Picard: Horrifying. Doctor Barron, your report describes how rational these people are. Millennia ago, they abandoned their belief in the supernatural. Now you are asking me to sabotage that achievement, to send them back into the Dark Ages of superstition and ignorance and fear? No! We will find some way to undo the damage we've caused. Number One, tell me about this group's leader. Riker: Nuria. Exceptionally clear-minded, sensible. The Mintakans trust her judgment. If we can convince her that you are not a god Picard: She might be able to persuade the others. Barron: And how do you propose to convince her? Picard: She believes the Picard is a magical figure. I'm going to show her how the magic works. I'm going to bring her aboard. Data: Counselor, sensors indicate five Mintakans in your immediate vicinity. Four are motionless. The fifth is eight meters away, proceeding south. Is Nuria one of these five? Troi: Mmm hmm. Data: Was that intended to be an affirmative? Riker: Yes, Data, it was. Data: Is Nuria the closest of the five? Troi: Uh un. Riker: Negative. Data: Is Nuria the one in motion? Troi: Mmm hmm. Riker: Lock sensors on Nuria. Data: Locked on. We can beam Nuria aboard at will. Picard: Data, when sensors indicate she's alone, beam her directly to transporter room one. Data: Aye, sir. Picard: Ensign Hoy? Data: Captain, Nuria is alone. Picard: I'll handle this. Picard: Nuria, don't be afraid. No one is going to harm you. Nuria: Who? Picard: I am Jean Luc Picard. Picard: Please, get up. Get up. You must not kneel to me. Nuria: You do not wish it? Picard: I do not deserve it. Look at me. Look at me. Feel the warmth of my hand, the rhythm of my pulse. I'm not a supreme being. I'm flesh and blood, like you. Nuria: Not like me. Picard: Like you. Different in appearance, yes. But we are both living beings. We are born, we grow, we live and we die. In all the ways that matter, we are alike. Nuria: But you are the Picard! Picard: There is something I want you to see. Nuria: What a wondrous place. Even the walls obey your command. Picard: Wondrous, yes, but not miraculous. The doors merely work differently from the ones you know. Nuria: That is my home? Picard: Seen from far, far above. Nuria: Yet we do not fall. I never imagined I would see the clouds from the other side. Your powers are truly boundless. Picard: Nuria, your people live in huts. Was it always so? Nuria: No. We have found remnants of tools in caves. Our ancestors must have lived there. Picard: So why do you now live in huts? Nuria: Huts are better. Caves are dark and wet. Picard: If huts are better, why did you once live in caves? Nuria: The most reasonable explanation would be that at one time we didn't know how to make huts. Picard: Just as at one time you did not know how to weave cloth, how to make a bow. Nuria: That would be reasonable. Picard: Someone invented a hut. Someone invented a bow, who taught others, who taught their children, who built a stronger hut, built a better bow, who taught their children. Now, Nuria, suppose one of your cave dwelling ancestors could see you as you are today. What would she think? Nuria: I don't know. Picard: Put yourself in her place. You see, she cannot kill a hornbuck at a great distance. You can. You have a power she lacks. Nuria: Only because I have a bow. Picard: She's never seen a bow. It doesn't exist in her world. To you, it's a simple tool. To her, it's magic. Nuria: I suppose she might think so. Picard: Now, how would she react to you? Nuria: I think she would fear me. Picard: Just as you fear me. Nuria: I do not fear you any longer. Picard: Good. That's good. You see, my people once lived in caves. And then we learned to build huts and, in time, to build ships like this one. Nuria: Perhaps one day, my people will travel above the skies. Picard: Of that, I have absolutely no doubt. Liko: It's not the season for lightning. It must be a warning. Fento: We've had storms like this before. Oji: Not like this one. Liko: It must mean something. The Picard is angry with us. He blames us for letting Palmer escape. Fento: Liko, we don't know that the Overseer is responsible for this storm. Liko: Will he also send floods? My wife died in last year's floods. Will we all die now? We must find Nuria. Nuria: Picard, you have shown me wonders I could never have imagined, and I am grateful beyond words. Might I request something for my people? Picard: You are indeed a leader. Nuria: You have shown me such generosity. I wish my people could share in it. Six Mintakans died in a flood last winter. Four of them children. Would you bring them back to life? Picard: That is not in my power. Nuria: Why? You restored Liko's life. Did the six who died offend you in some way? Did I offended you? Should I have ordered the death of Troi? Please, you must tell me if there's anything I can do to change your mind. Picard: I've failed to get through to you, haven't I? Despite all my efforts. Oji: Nuria can't be found. No one knows where she's gone. Liko: Hali, any sign of Palmer or Riker? Hali: They have escaped us. We searched everywhere. Oji: What do we do now, father? Liko: We must do as the Picard wishes. Punish those responsible. Fento: Nuria would not allow us to Liko: Nuria isn't here. We can't wait. Crusher: Crusher to Picard. I think we're going to lose Warren. Picard: On my way. Barron: I'm here, Mary. Crusher: Prepare two cc's of norep. Crusher: I'm sorry. Nuria: Picard, you could not save her? Picard: No. Nuria: You do have limits. You are not masters of life and death. Picard: No, we are not. We can cure many diseases and we can repair injuries, we can even extend life. But for all our knowledge, all our advances, we are just as mortal as you are. We're just as powerless to prevent the inevitable. Nuria: You are a remarkable people, but you are not superior beings. My people must be made to understand that. Troi: Liko, you don't want to kill me. Liko: I have no choice. I must do as the Picard wishes. Troi: Are you sure you know what he wants? That's the problem with believing in a supernatural being. Trying to determine what he wants. Liko: We must do something. Oji: But what if we do the wrong thing, father? Liko: Picard, we need your guidance. Is it your wish that this woman should die? Answer us. Speak. Picard: Liko! Liko: The Picard. The Overseer has come. Picard: No. Liko. Liko, I am a man. I am not the Overseer. I am a traveler from a faraway land. Nothing more. Liko: But you have restored my life. I am your servant. Picard: You are no one's servant, Liko. I neither desire your obedience nor your worship. Nuria: Picard speaks the truth. I have visited his people. I have seen how they live and how they die. When death takes one of their loved ones, they are as helpless as we are. Liko: Then how was I brought back to life? Nuria: Liko, you were not dead. Picard's people have a knowledge that we lack. They are able to heal wounds that we cannot. Liko: No. No. He can bring back the dead. Show them, Picard. You can bring my wife back to me. Picard: I cannot. Liko: Why? Why won't you do this for me? Have I failed you in some way? Are you angry with me? Picard: I am not angry with you. Liko: Then I beg you, bring her back to me. I will give you my life in exchange. Please, take back what you gave me. Give it to her. Let her live! Picard: It is beyond my power. Liko: Nothing is beyond your power! You are the Overseer. I will prove it! Nuria: Liko! Picard: If you believe I am all-powerful, then you cannot hurt me. If, however, I am telling the truth and I am mortal, you will kill me. But if the only proof you will believe is my death, then shoot. Nuria: Liko, don't do it! Oji: Father, no! Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Doctor Crusher has repaired my injury with her usual skill. Mister La Forge will supervise the dismantling of the observation post after I make one last visit to Mintaka Three. Picard: Now, Mister La Forge. Laforge: Aye, sir. Nuria: What is that? Picard: A place where we can watch your people. Fento: But why? Picard: To study you. To understand your ways. Discontinue, Mister La Forge. Nuria: Picard, why should a people so advanced want to learn about us? Picard: We were once as you are now. To study you is to understand ourselves. Fento: But why did you have to hide yourself from us? Liko: Because their presence would affect us, just as it affected me. Picard: It is our highest law that we shall not interfere with other cultures. Oji: Then revealing yourselves was an accident. Picard: Oh, yes, and now we must leave you. Oji: Why? There's so much you can teach us. Picard: But that, too, would be interference. You must progress in your own way. Nuria: So we will. You have taught us there is nothing beyond our reach. Picard: Not even the stars. Nuria: Pahkee. Nuria: I wish you good journeys, Picard. Remember my people. Picard: Always.

Data: Commander, away team reporting in. Lieutenant Worf standing by. Riker: This is Riker. Go ahead, Lieutenant. Worf: The archeologists have identified the markings in these caverns. This planet was apparently once home to a race known as the Koinonians. Picard: What do we know about them, Data? Data: The Koinonians were an intelligent culture which became embroiled in a war that lasted for several generations. Our best evidence indicates they destroyed themselves. Worf: We have completed our survey of the third tunnel and will proceed into the ceremonial chamber. Riker: Affirmative. Enterprise out. Picard: Destroyed themselves, Data? Data: According to historical records. This will be the first opportunity for a Federation team Troi: Captain! Beam them up quickly! Worf: Captain. Emergency beam up! Enterprise, emergency! Severe injuries. Picard: Transporter Room! O'Brien: I've got them, Captain. Picard: Beam them straight to Sickbay. Doctor Crusher, incoming wounded. Crusher: Away Team is aboard, Captain. Crusher: One dead on arrival. Captain's Log, stardate 43198.7. The Enterprise remains in standard orbit while we investigate the tragedy which has struck the away team. Lieutenant Marla Aster, ship's archeologist, has been killed in what should have been a routine mission. Whatever the explanation, it will not bring back a valued and trusted officer. Picard: Lieutenant? Worf: We had completed our investigation of the third tunnel. Our scans had indicated no weapons or traps of any kind. Lieutenant Aster was three meters behind me. An explosive device went off. There was no warning. Lieutenant Aster bore the full brunt of the detonation. Troi: Lieutenant Aster is survived by a son, Jeremy. Twelve years old. He's aboard the Enterprise, sir. Picard: And his father? Troi: He's also deceased. His only living relatives are an aunt and uncle residing on Earth. Picard: Where is he now? Troi: In class. I've alerted the teacher to expect us. Worf: Captain. I must accompany you. I commanded the away team. Picard: I appreciate your offer, Lieutenant, but this is my responsibility. Picard: Picard to Bridge. Riker: Yes, Captain. Picard: Assign Commander La Forge to lead another away team to the dig site. I want to know why this happened. Riker: Yes, Captain. Picard: I will be with Counselor Troi Picard: And young Jeremy Aster. Riker: I understand. Riker out. Wesley: He had to do the same thing for me. Riker: Do you know Jeremy well? Wesley: But I know this is going to be like for him. Riker: That's part of life in Starfleet, Wesley. Wesley: I know. They're very careful to prepare us for anything, but still Riker: I know. Wesley: How do you get used to it? Telling them? Riker: You hope you never do. Troi: I sense the weight of this duty on you, Captain. Picard: I really wonder. Halt. I've always believed that carrying children on a starship is a very questionable policy. Serving on a starship means accepting certain risks, certain dangers. Did Jeremy Aster make that choice? Troi: Death and loss are an integral part of life everywhere. Leaving him on Earth would not have protected him. Picard: No, but Earth isn't likely to be ordered to the Neutral Zone, or to repel a Romulan attack, It was my command which sent his mother to her death. She understood her mission and my duty. Will he? Troi: In time, and with help. Wesley Crusher does. He does. And so will Jeremy. Picard: Resume. Picard: Jeremy, I have some bad news. There has been an accident. Your mother has died. Jeremy: How, sir? Picard: An explosive device at the mission site. She died instantly. Jeremy: I understand. Troi: Jeremy, I know your mother loved you very much. Picard: I'm told that your father is also dead. Jeremy: Yes, sir. He died five years ago from a Rushton infection. I'm all alone now, sir. Picard: Jeremy, on the starship Enterprise, no one is alone. No one. Data: Excuse me, sir. Am I intruding? Riker: No, sit down. Data: How well did you know Lieutenant Aster? Riker: We spent some time together. Not very well. How well did you know her? Data: Why do you ask? Riker: Well, you just asked me. Data: But why do you ask the question? Since her death, I have been asked several times to define how well I knew Lieutenant Aster. And I heard you ask Wesley on the Bridge how well he knew Jeremy. Does the question of familiarity have some bearing on death? Riker: Do you remember how we all felt when Tasha died? Data: I do not sense the same feelings of absence that I associate with Lieutenant Yar, although I cannot say precisely why. Riker: Just human nature, Data. Data: Human nature, sir? Riker: We feel a loss more intensely when it's a friend. Data: But should not the feelings run as deep regardless of who has died? Riker: Maybe they should, Data. Maybe if we felt the loss of any life as keenly as we felt the death of those close to us, human history would be a lot less bloody. Laforge: La Forge to Riker Riker: You're back, Geordi Laforge: Yes, sir, and we've brought back a souvenir. Laforge: There are five more just like them. All identical to the one that killed Lieutenant Aster. Data: They employ a subspace proximity detonator. A normal tricorder would never detect it. Picard: How long would you say they've been there, Data? Data: It comes from the time of the Koinonian Wars, sir. Riker: Did you find them all, Geordi? Laforge: Yeah, but, well, it seemed like they were left there to be found. Picard: Left by whom? There are no indications of life on this planet. Laforge: I don't know, Captain, but it was pretty obvious that they'd been recently pulled out of the ground and defused. Worf: I have made my report to the Captain. Troi: I'm more interested in how you feel about what happened. I sense great anger. Worf: I cannot seek revenge against an enemy who's turned to dust centuries ago. Her death was senseless. The last victim of a forgotten war. Troi: Go on. Worf: There's nothing more to be said. Troi: A person died under your command. It may happen again. If you can't learn to release the anger and the guilt, to talk about it Worf: A leader must stand alone. As Captain Picard does. Troi: Captain Picard talks to me. Worf: Then may I seek your counsel about my plan to make the R'uustai with the boy. Troi: The Bonding. Worf: It is my right. Troi: It's very generous, Worf, but he's not a Klingon child. He has different sensibilities. Worf: He is an orphan. I am an orphan. He will understand. Troi: Right now, there isn't much he can understand. He's holding all his feelings inside. Children often feel they must be true to the memory of a lost parent. If you offer affection to them too soon they can feel guilty returning that affection. As if they're betraying the love of the parent. Worf: I only wish to honor his mother. Troi: I know. And I understand this means a great deal to you. But you must be prepared. He's very angry too, but his anger is deep inside him. When he touches it, it will strike out in many directions, including yours. Be with him. Talk to him. But don't rush this. When he's ready, we'll know. Jeremy: Captain Patches, an alien ship on the surface. What's it made of, Captain. Oh, no, we've been hit, Captain. We're going down. Dad: That was great. Now, let's get a shot of mom. Marla: What are you doing? I'll turn your lens into shards. Go away! Go away! Go away! Over there. Over there. Jeremy: Patches. Captain Patches is coming in for a landing on the sofa! Jeremy: Oh, no, he's going to crash. Worf: Jeremy Aster? I'm Lieutenant Worf. May I enter? Jeremy: You were in command of the away team. Worf: Yes. I was with Lieutenant Aster, your mother, when she died. Jeremy: You're a Klingon, aren't you. Worf: Yes. Jeremy: We studied about Klingons in school. Worf: What did they teach you about us? Jeremy: You used to be our enemies. Worf: Did they also teach you that every Klingon hopes to die in the line of duty as your mother did? In my tradition, we do not grieve the loss of the body. We celebrate the releasing of the spirit. Jeremy: I understand death. They teach us all about it. Worf: Jeremy Aster, we may both understand it, but we must bring meaning to your mother's death. Perhaps we can do it together. Picard: Come. Counselor, how's the boy? Troi: He's being very brave. Picard: Good. Troi: No, he has to get past brave. He's very angry and he has to learn how to express that anger before he can really say goodbye to his mother. Picard: How can we help? Troi: Well, I've asked Beverly if we might get Wesley to talk to Jeremy about his father's death. The one unusual element is Worf. Picard: Oh? Troi: In many ways he's suffering as badly as the boy. He wishes to involve Jeremy in a Klingon ceremony called R'uustai, the Bonding Picard: I know of that. Perhaps it will be helpful to both of them. Troi: I don't think Jeremy's ready to accept Worf right now. Perhaps later, but it will have to be handled most delicately. Picard: As you always do. I break the unpleasant news and there my responsibility ends, but you, you have to stay with them through the entire grieving process. Troi: We deal with our pain in many different ways, but over the years I've discovered it is in our joy that the uniqueness of each individual is revealed. If I can help a person back to a state of joy, well, my role has its rewards. Riker: Captain, we're picking up an energy field on the planet surface. Picard: Location? Riker: Two kilometers north of the away team's beam-down point. Picard: Indeed? Full scan. Data: Inconclusive, Captain. Troi: Sir, I', sensing a presence on the planet. Very vague. Picard: Life form? Troi: I can't be sure. The emotions of the crew are particularly strong right now. It's difficult to filter them out. Picard: Data, scan analysis on main viewer. Wesley: Hi. Crusher: Hi. Troi stopped by a little while ago. She was wondering if you might be willing to talk to Jeremy Aster at some point. Wesley: Me? What for? Crusher: About your Dad. Wesley: What am I going to tell him? Crusher: It would help him to talk with someone who's been through this. We had each other, Wes. He doesn't have anyone to lean on right now. And he might be more comfortable talking to someone who's not much older than he is. Wesley: Okay, I'll think about it. Crusher: Okay. Wesley: Do you ever think about him, Mom? Crusher: Your father? Sure I do. Wesley: Sometimes I can't even remember what his face looks like. It scares me. Crusher: It happens to all of us, Wes. Sometimes I can't get his face out of my mind. Wesley: Today, today it's like I can see it all as clearly as if it were yesterday. I can remember the way Dad looked when he hugged me goodbye. Captain Picard's eyes when he came to tell us Riker: Data, run comparison of known phenomena. Data: The pattern has no exact match in Federation records, sir. Picard: Is it alive? Data: A possibility. Laforge: Captain, I'm getting an unusual magnetic flux reading from the anti-matter containment pods. Troi: My God. Jeremy: Wait a minute, wait a minute. Okay, you've got ten seconds more, Mom. No peeking. Come on, Patches, in here. Shh. Okay, Mom, we're ready. Marla: Jeremy? I'm getting closer. Jeremy, I'm going to find you. You must be in here somewhere. Marla: Jeremy! Jeremy: Mom? Laforge: All systems are functioning normally. Still, there's this fluctuation in the containment field. I can't account for it. Riker: Data, is this possibly related to the energy fields on the planet? Troi: Captain Data: There is a beam of highly charged particles emanating from the planet, sir, but I cannot pinpoint the location yet. Troi: Captain, there's a presence on the Enterprise. Picard: An alien presence? Data: No intruder noted by the sensors, sir. Troi: There is a presence. Riker: Security, all decks yellow alert. Possible intruder. Jeremy: They said you were dead. Marla: There was a mistake. It's okay. Jeremy: But there was an explosion. You were hurt. Marla: I'm fine. You mustn't think any more about this. The important thing is I'm never going to leave you again. I think somebody needs a hug. Marla: We have to go now. Jeremy: Where? Marla: To the planet. That's where we're going to live now. Jeremy: We're not going to stay on the Enterprise any more? Marla: No. We're going to live in a home just like we used to on Earth. You'll see. I promise. Jeremy: Lieutenant Worf! Did they tell you? It was a mistake. She didn't die. She's alive. Worf: Jeremy, come here. Marla: Lieutenant Worf. It's all right. I'm here for the boy. Worf: Lieutenant Worf to Captain Picard. Picard: Go ahead. Worf: Lieutenant Aster is in her quarters. Riker: Repeat, Worf? Worf: Lieutenant Aster is here. In her quarters with the boy. Picard: Do not provoke her Picard: Or interfere in any way until I arrive. Picard out. Number One, have Security moving that way but tell them to keep their distance. You have the Bridge. Counselor. Marla: There is nothing to worry about. I'm going to take care of Jeremy and make him happy. It's time to go. Worf: Where are you taking the child? Jeremy: To the planet. Marla: Come, Jeremy. Worf: Worf to Picard, they're leaving their quarters. Worf: Captain, I believe we're headed for transporter room three. Picard: We're on our way. Marla: Chief O'Brien, Jeremy and I are going down to the surface. Picard: Who are you? Marla: I'm Marla Aster. Jeremy: It's my mother, Captain. She's alive. Picard: What do you want? Marla: To take my child down to the planet. Picard: I cannot permit that. The boy is my responsibility. Marla: I'm here to care for him. He needs me. Why do you resist? Picard: Because I don't know who or what you are. Jeremy: Can't you see who it is, Captain? Picard: Jeremy, she appears to be your mother, but she is not. Jeremy: What do you mean? Marla: You're confusing the boy. Jeremy: Hey! Wait! Stop! No! No! Wait! Stop! Jeremy: Mom! Mom? Troi: Jeremy Jeremy: Wait a minute. Let go of me. She was right there! Jeremy: What did you do to her? Troi: Jeremy, I don't know what that was, but it was not your mother. Jeremy: You saw her. She was here. Troi: Your mother's dead. Jeremy: But I touched her. She was real. Troi: Why would your real mother want you to go down to the planet? There's nothing there but dust and rocks. Jeremy: It's my house. It's my house on Earth. Marla: Exactly the way it was. Remember, Jeremy? Jeremy: How did you do it? Marla: Does it matter? Troi: Yes, it matters. Marla: I am trying to understand your resistance. You spoke of rocks and dust on the planet. I decided to show you what awaits us there. Troi: Why would you create this fantasy? Marla: It's his home. And it makes you happy, doesn't it? Troi: But it's not real. Marla: Isn't it? Jeremy, isn't that really Patches? Jeremy: He knows me. It's him. It's real. It's all real. Troi: No, it's not. Could your real mother just make all this appear? You must not stay here. Come with me. Jeremy: I can't. Picard: Is the boy in any danger? Troi: I don't think so. She seems to want to help him. Picard: Help him? Troi: By easing his pain. She's very confused by our resistance, Captain. Picard: Troi, would it be wise to remove Jeremy from his cabin? Troi: He doesn't want to leave. I would not recommend taking him Troi: By force. Riker: She offers him everything. All we offer is the cold reality of his mother's death. Crusher: What would you choose? If somebody came along and offered to give you back your mother, father or husband, would any of us say no so easily? Picard: Counselor, stay with them in Jeremy's quarters. Picard: We'll try and put an end to this from here. Troi: Understood. Picard: Data, can you determine for certain that the energy source from the planet is powering this creation? Data: The beam from the planet is clearly tapping into the ship's anti-matter, Captain. Laforge: I'd say they're running the manifestation off our own energy. Picard: So there are limits to her power. Riker: She needs the transporter to get the boy back. Picard: So how do we cut the puppet's strings? Laforge: Increasing the shield harmonics to match our own antimatter containment fields will probably sever the beam. Picard: Proceed. Riker: Deanna, stand by. Troi: Standing by. Troi: Jeremy, it's time for this to end. It's not real and it's over now. Marla: Jeremy, I'm not going to leave you ever again. Troi: I won't trick you or lie to you. Marla: We'll be happy together, Jeremy, as soon as Jeremy: No. Laforge: Anti-matter containment pods reading nominal. Data: The shield has severed the beam, sir. Captain, the energy field. Picard: Mister Crusher, take us out of here. O'Brien: Alien intruder, transporter room three. Security alert. Alien Worf: Security to transporter room three. Picard: Commander La Forge, Mister Worf, come with me. Number One, you have the Bridge. Marla: Come, Jeremy. We will not let them separate us again. We're going home. Troi: Captain, she's back. She's trying to take Jeremy off the ship again. Picard: Acknowledged. Laforge: Engineering, this is La Forge. Shut down power to all transporters. I'm on my way. Crewman: Aye, aye, sir. Picard: Lieutenant Worf, to transporter room three. Picard: Bridge, seal off deck eight, corridors A and B. Data: Engaging force fields, Captain. Transporters down. Worf: Energy force has left transporter room three. Security alert, all decks. Riker: La Forge, the intruder may try to reinstate Riker: Transporter power. Laforge: Understood, Commander. Picard: Bridge, release security forcefield eight B. Hello, Jeremy. How are you? Are you frightened? Jeremy: No. Well, a little, sir. Picard: Of course. These are frightening things that are happening. But we won't let anyone harm you. Counselor, why don't you take the boy to my quarters. Marla: No! Laforge: It's looking over everything, Commander, going to school. Let's just hope it doesn't blow us to kingdom come while it's figuring out how to blow us to kingdom come. Worf: Power's back in transporter room three. Laforge: Bypassing the manual override. Shutting it down. Worf: Transporter is down again. Riker: Keep it down, Geordi, for as long as you can. Laforge: Understood, Commander. Marla: It is only a matter of time, Captain, before we can power the transporters ourselves Picard: We? For whom else do you speak? Marla: The accident on the surface was caused by a remnant of an ancient and tragic era. Two species once shared this world. One of energy and one of matter. The physical beings you call the Koinonians destroyed themselves in unending, bitter wars. The surviving life forms on this world will not tolerate any further suffering as a result of that dishonorable past. So, they have made this possible. They have made me possible. Picard: I appreciate your motives, but his mother is dead. He must learn to live with that. Marla: I will be every bit his mother. Picard: But not his mother. Picard to Lieutenant Worf. Worf: Go ahead, Captain. Picard: Will you escort Ensign Crusher to the Aster quarters? Worf: Yes, sir. Picard: Picard out. Marla: Your philosophy is curious, Captain. What is so noble about sorrow? I can provide him an existence where he will feel no pain, no anguish. Picard: It is at the heart of our nature to feel pain and joy. It is an essential part of what makes us what we are. Marla: He is alone now in your world. A child, alone. How can you know he won't be happier with me? Picard: For a brief moment in time, he surely would be. Any of us in his place would be. Troi: What would Jeremy do for friends in your world? Marla: He will have any friends he needs. Troi: And will you provide for his education, his health, his growth, a career, a wife? Picard: Yes, it's quite an undertaking you're proposing, isn't it? Marla: It is our duty to make him happy again. Picard: Do you honestly believe he would be happy in this total fiction which you wish to create? What reason would he have to live? What you're offering him is a memory, something to cherish, not to live in. It is part of our life cycle that we accept the death of those we love. Jeremy must come to terms with his grief. He must not cover it or hide away from it. You see, we are mortal. Our time in this universe is finite. That is one of the truths that all human must learn. Wesley: Acting Ensign Crusher reporting as ordered, sir. Picard: Yes. Come in, Wesley. Please stay, Lieutenant. Jeremy, Wesley's father died on a Starfleet mission when he was younger than you are. Troi: Wes, your mother told me you were finding it difficult to talk to Jeremy. Why is that? Wesley: I don't know. I just didn't want to think about it any more. All this has reminded me so much of that day. Picard: The day I told you your father had been killed. As I recall, Wesley, you took it very well. Wesley: My parents taught me about the dangers of Starfleet missions. I knew what could happen. Picard: So you were prepared? Wesley: No, I wasn't prepared at all. How could anyone be prepared to hear that a parent is never coming home again? I tried to be what everybody expected of me. Brave and mature. Picard: Wesley, are you saying that you didn't want anybody to see what you were really feeling? What were you really feeling? Wesley: Like somebody had kicked me in the head. Picard: Somebody? Troi: Go on. You've wanted to tell him for a long time. Wesley: I was angry at you. Picard: Why angry? Why were you angry at me, Wesley? Were you angry at me because I was the one who told you your father was dead? Wesley: No. Picard: Then why? Wesley: Because you led the mission. You came home and my father didn't. Troi: How long were you angry with the Captain, Wes? Wesley: For a long time. But not any more, sir. Not even a little. Troi: So, Jeremy, you must be very angry at Lieutenant Worf. He was in charge of your mother's mission, just as Captain Picard was in command when Wesley's father was killed. Isn't that right? Worf came back. Your mother didn't. Jeremy: Why? Why weren't you the one who died? Why did it have to be her? Troi: He can't answer that. None of us can. Picard: Lieutenant Worf also lost his parents. Worf: They were killed in battle when I was six. When I was alone, humans helped me. Let me help you. The Marla Aster I knew and honored is not in this room. Nor does she await you on the planet. Now she lives only here And here. Join me in the R'uustai, the Bonding. You will become part of my family now and for all time. We will be brothers. Worf: SoS jIH batlh SoH. Jeremy: What does that mean? Worf: It honors the memory of our mothers. We have bonded and our families are stronger. Jeremy: SoS jIH batlh SoH.

Laforge: Another Coco-no-no? Christy: No thanks, I think I've had enough already. Laforge: Yeah. Yeah, me too. Oh, I almost forgot. Christy: Geordi. I'm sorry. I think I'd better go back. Laforge: Too chilly? I can turn down the breeze. Christy: No, it's been a lovely program. Laforge: Yeah. Christy: And you're a terrific guy. Laforge: Yeah. Christy: I just don't feel that way about you. Laforge: Yeah. Knock it off. Wesley: This was the final battle, wasn't it? Data: Neither side intended Orelious Nine to be the decisive conflict. Wesley: There's not much left, is there. Data: The destruction is remarkable considering the primitive weapons of the period. Wesley: Uh, oh. Data: I beg your pardon, Wesley? Wesley: Geordi had a big date with Christy tonight. He spent days putting together the perfect program. Looks like it ended kind of early. Data: Uh, oh. Riker: Commander Data to the Bridge immediately. Data: Acknowledged. Riker: We're picking up a signal, coordinates two one one mark six one. Picard: It would seen to be an ancient interplanetary code. Mister Data? Data: Confirmed, sir. Riker: Survivors on Orelious Nine after all this time? Not possible. Picard: Well, hardly possible, Number One. Lay in a course to the source of the signal. Data: Approaching the source, Captain. Picard: Put it on the viewer. Worf: A Promellian battle cruiser? Picard: With its Lang-cycle fusion engines still intact. Data: Sensors indicate no life signs aboard, Captain. Picard: I should hope not, Mister Data. That ship belongs in a museum. I'm afraid we're a little late. That call for help was probably initiated over a thousand years ago. Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43205.6. We have arrived at Orelious Nine, to chart the battle in which the Menthars and Promellians fought to their mutual extinction. Among the ruins we have found a relic, a Promellian battle cruiser that has withstood the centuries. Picard: Indulge me, Number One. Riker: I would prefer it if Lieutenant Worf and I were able to a security sweep of the ship first. Picard: No. Captain's prerogative. This one's mine. We have examined every conceivable risk. Riker: The risks on a ship this old and fragile are inconceivable, Captain. Picard: Ghosts, perhaps? Number One, have you never dreamed of climbing inside the bottle? Riker: Sir? Picard: The ship in the bottle. Model air ships. I used to build them when I was a child. My God, I bet I had a Promellian battle cruiser too. Picard: Ready to beam down to the vessel? O'Brien: Locked on to the main bridge, Captain. Riker: You're certain about the atmospheric conditions, Data ? Data: There is adequate oxygen for life support, Commander. Picard: It is exactly as they left it, Number One. In the bottle. The ship in the bottle. Good Lord, didn't anybody here build ships in bottles when they were boys? Worf: I did not play with toys. Data: I was never a boy. O'Brien: I did, sir. Picard: Thank you, Mister O'Brien. Proceed. O'Brien: I did. I really did. Ships in bottles. Great fun. Riker: What's that? O'Brien: I'm not sure. The secondary power bus may need adjusting. Riker: Keep me posted. Picard: Extraordinary. Worf: Admirable. They died at their posts. Picard: Hmm. You'd expect the bridge layout of this era to be clumsy, awkward, but look at this. It's a model of simplicity. Elegant, functional. They built this craft for generations. And it worked. Laforge: Don't you have anything stronger than this, Guinan? Guinan: Yes. Laforge: Would it help? Guinan: No. Laforge: Tell me something, Guinan. You're a woman, right? Guinan: Yes, I can tell you I'm a woman. Laforge: What is it that you want in a man? Guinan: Me personally? Laforge: As a woman. What's the first thing you look at? Guinan: His head. Laforge: His mind. Of course. Guinan: No, his head. I'm attracted to bald men. Laforge: Seriously? Guinan: Seriously. Laforge: Why? Guinan: Maybe because a bald man was very kind to me once when I was hurting. Took care of me. Laforge: I'd like to do that. Guinan: I take care of myself these days. Laforge: I mean, take care of somebody. I just don't get it, Guinan. I can field strip a fusion reactor. I can realign a power transfer tunnel. Why can't I make anything work with a woman like Christi? It's like I don't know what to do, I don't know what to say. Guinan: You're doing fine with me. Laforge: You're different. Guinan: No, you're different. Laforge: But I'm not trying now. Guinan: That's my point. Riker: What is it, Wes? Wesley: The main power returner is acting a little weird. Riker: Define weird. Wesley: I'm getting fluctuating waveguide readings. Riker: Run a maintenance sweep. Wesley: Right. Data: Activating power pack, Captain. Picard: Mister Worf, be sure we get tricorder images of their tactical display. Worf: Aye, sir. Data: The source of the distress signal appears to be coming from up there, Captain. Picard: Let's put an end to their last cry for help. Data: Captain, I believe this is an information storage device. A crude analog of our isolinear optical chip. Picard: Crude by our standards today, Data. But when this ship was built, humans on Earth were just perfecting the mechanical clock, still using steel crossbows in battle. Is there any way to see what's on this? Data: Questionable, sir. I believe I can supply power to its playback unit, but its components are quite old. I will attempt to amplify its image with my tricorder. Galek Sar: I am Galek Sar, Captain of the Promellian cruiser, Cleponji. I wish anyone who finds this record to know my crew has behaved courageously. I want it recorded for all time that I, alone, am responsible for the fate that befell us. I have failed as a captain, and as the man responsible for all the souls aboard my ship. Picard: Picard to Enterprise. Riker: Go ahead, Captain. Picard: I think we have seen all there is to see here. At Mister O'Brien's leisure, we're ready to return. Riker: Aye, sir. Picard: Thrilling. That was absolutely thrilling. And I was right, Number One. There were ghosts aboard that old ship. One of them actually spoke to us. Riker: A friendly one, I hope? Picard: My own counterpart. The captain's final message, praising his crew. Riker: I hope you'll be as thoughtful when the time comes. Picard: Mister Data, advise the Astral Five annex. This should be catalogd and scheduled for retrieval. Data: Aye, sir. Troi: I'm sorry, Captain, it's just a rare pleasure to meet this side of your personality. Picard: Mister Crusher, set course for the original coordinates. Wesley: Yes, sir. Data: Captain, we are experiencing a two percent drop in energy reserves. Compensating. Riker: We were having a few problems while Worf: Readouts indicate we are being bombarded with a field of high intensity radiation. Riker: Shields up. Data: Captain, energy loss increasing to five percent. Picard: Yellow Alert. Worf: Aye, sir. Data: Energy loss increasing, sir. Picard: Mister Crusher. Reverse course. Full impulse power. Wesley: No response, sir. Picard: Increase speed to warp one. Wesley: Engines are not responding, Captain. Riker: Mister La Forge. Riker: We need warp power now! Laforge: Matter-anti matter mixture ratio settings at optimum balance Reaction sequence corresponding to specified norms. Magnetic plasma transfer to warp field generators per program specs. Commander, we should be going like a bat out of hell. Data: Power loss now at twelve percent, Captain. Picard: Red alert. Worf: Radiation intensity increasing. Laforge: We'd better slow these engines down before we burn out the reaction chamber. Riker: Slow to idle, Geordi. Picard: Is it possible we've fallen into the same snare that killed them? A thousand year old booby trap? Laforge: With the engines idling, the energy loss has been limited, but our reserves will be depleted in less than three hours. We won't be able to hold our shields in place. Picard: Mister Worf, have you been able to identify the source of the radiation? Worf: No, sir. The radiation field is so strong it interferes with our sensors. Picard: And no apparent explanation for the energy loss? Laforge: No, sir. Riker: Is there anything in the history books, Data, that could give us a clue? Data: There are many fascinating records of Menthar battle strategy. They were exceptionally innovative. In fact, they were the first to use the Kavis Teke elusive maneuver as well as the passive lure stratagem that is comparable to Napoleon's Riker: Any mention of a situation like this? Data: No, sir. Riker: I recommend that I return to the cruiser with an away team. Laforge: They didn't have much success with this problem, Commander. Riker: No, but they knew who their enemy was better than we do. They may have known what caused the trouble. They just didn't know how to get out. Picard: Agreed. Mister Worf, what would be the impact of lowering the shields long enough to get the away team out? Worf: Negligible. Laforge: Won't do much for our energy conservation, Captain. Picard: That's your job, Commander La Forge. Determine some way to keep the Enterprise up and running. Data, you join Commander Riker on the away team. Find out what happened on that ship. Laforge: So why can't we move? Computer. As we increased our power levels, was there any counter-reaction? Computer: Affirmative. The opposing force grew in direct proportion to the power output of the Enterprise. Laforge: So it kept us from forming a subspace field for the warp drive? Computer: That is correct. Laforge: Computer, who is this L. Brahms? Computer: Doctor Leah Brahms, engineer. Graduate of the Daystrom Institute Theoretical Propulsion Group. Galaxy class starships, team seven, junior member. Laforge: Junior member, huh? Looks like she wrote the book on propulsion. Call up subspace design logs. Computer: Select menu. Visual records or L. Brahms' voice entries. Laforge: Voice entries. Leah: Theoretical propulsion logs, Federation Starship Enterprise, Galaxy class. Heading, Subspace. Author, Leah Brahms. Laforge: Geordi La Forge. How're you doing, Doc? Leah: Specify program. Laforge: Yeah, down to work. You're absolutely right. Crusher: I recommend we evacuate and seal off all non-operational areas, and group the families and crew on the odd-numbered decks. Picard: Proceed. Crusher: I'd also like to set up an assembly area for treating radiation symptoms in case it's needed. Picard: After the shields fall, how long before fatal exposure? Crusher: Thirty minutes. After that, there is nothing that can be done. Riker: Away team to Enterprise. Captain, we may have found something. There's a file of memory Riker: Coils here. Data: They are identical to the coil we found earlier, Captain. Picard: The Picard: Captain's log, perhaps? Riker: That's what we were thinking. Picard: Mister Data, are they in working condition? Data: I believe so, sir. Data: We can enhance them through the image processor in the ship's computer. Picard: Good. Return at once. Riker: Aye, sir. Laforge: Computer, generate a cross section image of the dilithium crystal chamber. What about re-orienting the crystal? Leah: It is possible to reorient the crystal. The key lies in adjusting the lattice structure direction. This modification will be integrated into the next class starship. Laforge: Sorry, can't wait. You and me, Leah, we've got just two hours to figure this thing out. You know what I need to do? I need to get inside there. I need to be able to turn that thing inside out. Computer, is there a cross section image we can replicate on a holodeck? Computer: Select menu. Design specifications or prototype schematic. Laforge: Prototype? Elaborate. Computer: A development stage prototype schematic at Utopia Planitia. Drafting room five of the Mars Station, Stardate 40174. Laforge: Perfect. Recreate it in holodeck three. Stay with me, Doc. Laforge: Ready, computer? Computer: Holodeck three program is ready. Laforge: Damn. Right back where it all started. Whoa, this is incredible. Leah, did you design this? Leah: The dilithium crystal chamber was designed at outpost designated Seran T One, Stardate 40052. Some of the Federation's best engineering minds participated in its development. Laforge: That's the visiting dignitary talk. What's the inside story? Off the record. Computer: Access denied. Personal logs are restricted. Laforge: Great. Another woman who won't get personal with me in the holodeck. Leah, I want to find a way to supplement the energy supply to the ship and to the engines. Could we alter the matter-antimatter paths? Leah: Theoretically, yes. The system should be able to accept more reactants at a faster rate of injection. Laforge: Well, this is your baby. Show me which ones. Laforge: Computer, did I ask for a simulation? Computer: Affirmative. You asked Doctor Brahms to show you which system could accept reactants at a faster rate. By accessing available imagery, an adequate facsimile was possible. Laforge: I did do that, didn't I? Okay, well, it's good to see you, Leah. Continue your analysis. Leah: Systems L-452 through L-575 will accept reactants, providing all other systems are calibrated to an equal factor. Laforge: Then, if we use multiple injector streams, hitting more than one crystal facet, we could do it, we could hold our own. Leah, you're beautiful. La Forge to Picard. Picard: Go ahead. Laforge: Captain, we've found a way to extend the matter-antimatter energy supplies. Picard: Well done, Mister La Forge. Riker: Geordi, can you give us enough power to get us out of here? Laforge: Sorry, Commander, we haven't addressed that one yet. First priority was to maintain the shields. Riker: Acknowledged. Laforge: We'll get to work on it right away, Sir. Picard: Pass my congratulations to the rest of your team. Laforge: Thanks, Captain. We're all smiles down here. Data: Captain. We've been able to verify that these coils are the logs of the Promellian captain, but most of them have decayed and cannot be repaired. Riker: Can you get any playback at all? Data: On most, there are brief sections which may yield some information. Riker: Do the best you can, Data. Let's just hope we can get the section we need. Picard: Surely he must have logged the cause of the ship's death. What captain wouldn't? Riker: All found in an open locker? I don't think he was too concerned with security. Laforge: 452 through system L-575. Computer: Adjustments to dilithium crystal chamber complete. Laforge: Impact analysis, computer. Computer: Warp energy has increased fourteen percent. Reactants per unit time remaining steady. Laforge: Yes! All right! Computer, do you have any, you know, personality on file for Doctor Brahms? Computer: Starfleet personality profile analysis, stardate 40056. Laforge: Did she ever debate at the intergalactic caucuses on Chaya Seven? Computer: Doctor Brahms attended Chaya Seven caucuses on the following stardates Laforge: Never mind the dates. Computer, if you add data from all these sources, could you synthesize a true representation of Doctor Brahms? Computer: There would be a nine point three seven percent margin of error in the interactive responses from the facsimile. Laforge: I can live with that. Do it. Doctor Brahms? Leah: Geordi, it's me, Leah. Don't start calling me Doctor Brahms or I'll call you Commander La Forge. Laforge: Right. Leah: Now, we've managed to maintain energy but we can't leave it in this realignment forever without burning out components, so we need to move quickly. Leah: Are you with me? Laforge: Yeah. Yeah! Yeah!. Galek Sar: We have been stripped of all propulsion, and our weapons are useless. We cannot move and we cannot fight. The ship is being lashed with lethal radiation from the aceton assimilators concealed in the wreckage surrounding the Picard: Aceton assimilators? Data: Aceton assimilators are a primitive generator which can drain power from distant sources. Riker: Generators? Data: It would not be difficult to modify them to convert energy into radiation. Riker: The Menthars hide them in floating debris. An unsuspecting enemy ship flies in. Instant booby trap. Picard: And now we're supplying the devices with the energy to kill us. Laforge: No, no, no! Leah: Will you listen to me! Laforge: You can't boost the warp power that way! Leah: You can just increase the speed of the parallel subspace field processor to gain a quicker response time Laforge: I want to give us enough power to strengthen the shields and barrel out of here, not blow us up! Leah: This is my design we're talking about. I did all the calculations myself. Laforge: I don't care if you built it with your bare hands out of an old Ferengi cargo ship, it's going to go and we're going with it. Leah: I am not used to having people question my judgment. Laforge: And I'm not used to dying. Okay, look. You worked in a lab on a static model. This is a working machine. It's got tens of thousands of light years on it. Leah: True. Laforge: Damn right. Listen, we'd never be certain that the circuit paths are sealed. Leah: You're good. Very good. Laforge: I know my ship. Inside and out. Leah: Well then you must know me inside and out. 'Cos a lot of me is in here. Laforge: You know, I always wished that a Chief Engineer could be present when a ship is being built. Leah: That's what's wrong with designers. We never get out in space. Laforge: Well, you're there now. Riker: Commander La Forge to the Bridge. Laforge: On my way, Commander. Don't go away. I mean, computer, save program. Picard: How many devices do we think we're dealing with, Mister Data? Data: To create this radiation field would take several hundred thousand, sir. Riker: They've been out there a long time, Data. There must have been some deterioration. Data: There is no way to precisely calculate that, Commander, but it is likely. Picard: Is there any indication of a weakness in a specific part of the field? Worf: Nothing substantial, Captain. Picard: Of any kind. Worf: There is a point one percent dip in the strength of the radiation field at two one mark eight by four two mark zero. Picard: I want that point one percent. Riker: I recommend we fire directional phasers at those coordinates. Laforge: We won't be able to maintain energy reserves. We might even lose a few circuits in the new configuration. Picard: How critical will the losses be? Laforge: Not enough to shut down our engines, but if we don't make it I don't know that I can hold the shields. Data: There is also the possibility that the phasers will supply the assimilators with what they need most. Energy. Picard: You know, I imagine a very similar discussion taking place on our neighbor ship over a thousand years ago. Let's hope our decisions are more successful than theirs were. Mister La Forge, I want you to return to Engineering and continue with your efforts without delay. Mister Worf, prepare the phasers. Worf: Phasers locked on coordinates. Picard: Fire. Riker: Nothing. Worf: Radiation levels increasing. Eight percent. Ten percent. Data: Energy reserves are dropping rapidly, sir. Picard: Damn you. Laforge: Wouldn't that increase the output of the subspace processors to gain a quicker response time? Leah: The processors can handle the extra input. Laforge: Yeah, but how do we reconfigure? Computer: Energy reserves reaching critical stage. Standard procedure requires termination of all simulations. Laforge: Computer, override standard procedure. Computer: Override authority restricted. Laforge: What? Computer! Laforge: The crystal lattice is breaking down. We'll have to pick up repairs when we can reach a starbase. Riker: The optimist of the group. Picard: How long do we have shields based on current calculations? Worf: Under two hours, Captain. And the radiation field has increased by seventeen percent. Picard: So what impact will that have on fatal exposure? Crusher: Down to twenty six minutes. Riker: If we resist, we die. If we don't resist, we die. Picard: Mister La Forge, have we shut down all non-essential energy usage? Laforge: Yes, sir. In fact, I need to get some back. I'm running a program on holodeck three. Picard: For what purpose? Laforge: Well, I've gone back to the beginning Laforge: To the earliest construction entries of the Enterprise. I've created a propulsion design model to assist me. Laforge: I believe we're making progress. Picard: Computer, reinstate holodeck three program. Computer: Holodeck three program is reinstated. Picard: Mister La Forge, your best suggestion in an hour. Picard: Picard out. Laforge: Computer, resume holodeck three program. Computer: Enter when ready. Leah: There isn't much time left. Laforge: Somehow we have to generate enough energy to get out of here, but we've got a booby trap that eats energy for breakfast. How do we fool it, block it, shut it down, anything? Okay, we know for every movement the Enterprise makes, there's a counter movement by the energy field. Can we use that to our advantage somehow? Leah: Maybe. There must be a time differential between the force and counter force. If we can just make quick, continuing adjustments in the linkups before the counterforce reacts, we might just be able to move this bucket. Laforge: Yeah. Yes! Leah, you like Italian food? Leah: Like it? Wait till I make you my fungilli. Laforge: Okay. Fusion reactor uplink to navigation processor. Laforge: But then we have to adjust the vector processor and the drive coils. This is impossible. Laforge: Don't do that. Leah: I'm sorry. I thought it would feel good. Laforge: I don't want to feel that good right now. What time is it? Leah: Coming up on sixteen hundred hours. Laforge: God, what am I supposed to tell the Captain? It's possible and yet it's not possible. Everything we've done says we can't adjust that fast, but if we could, it might work. Leah: I could do it. Laforge: Data couldn't even do it. It'll take a hundred, maybe even a thousand adjustments every second. How are you going to do it? It's humanly impossible. Leah: I'm not human. Laforge: You mean the computer could do it. Laforge: Captain. Captain, this is a holographic simulation of one of the propulsion experts who designed the Enterprise engines. Leah Brahms. We've, I've been examining the force-counter force response times, trying to see if we could create linkage at maximum power. Picard: And? Laforge: There's a chance we could maneuver out of this trap if we turn the ship over to the computer. Picard: What kind of chance? Laforge: I don't know yet, but we could program it and try it out on a few simulated runs. Picard: And this is the only way? Laforge: I think so, sir. Picard: Come. Riker: Any word from La Forge? Picard: He's come up with something that may give us a chance, if we agree to stay out of it. He proposes to turn total control of the ship over to the computer because it is capable of making quicker adjustments than any human being. Riker: Computers have always impressed me with their ability to take orders. I'm not nearly as convinces of their ability to creatively give them. Picard: You know, Number One, you missed something not playing with model ships. They were the source of imaginary voyages, each holding a treasure of adventures. Manning the earliest space craft, flying a airplane with only one propeller to keep you in the sky. Can you imagine that? Now the machines are flying us. Computer: End simulation. Fatal exposure. Laforge: Computer, reduce thrust levels another four percent. Adjust trajectory angle to compensate. Begin simulation again. Leah: There you go. We got out. Laforge: Repeat simulation, same levels. Computer: End simulation. Fatal exposure. Laforge: You see? Same variables, only this time the computer didn't quite make it. Computer: Deflector shield failure. Lethal radiation levels. Fatal exposure in twenty six minutes. Leah: It might work, Geordi. Laforge: And it might not. I can't ask Captain Picard to turn the ship over to a computer. Leah: It's all we've got. Picard: Picard to La Forge. Laforge: Captain. Laforge: Two minutes. Give me just two minutes. Laforge: There is another way, Captain. Two minutes, please. Picard: Two minutes, Mister La Forge. Picard out. Leah: Geordi, there's no other way. Laforge: No, no, wait. Listen. Turn it completely around. Literally. Come at it from the opposite direction. God, it's so simple it might even work. Okay, computer, new simulation. Laforge: Everything we've tried to do has been based on overpowering the trap. More energy, faster adjustments. But that's exactly what we can't do because that's what we're supposed to do. That's the booby trap. The answer lies in our own computer, the mind. The best piece of engineering we'll ever need. Picard: But didn't your researches indicate a thousand adjustments per second would be required? Laforge: Not if we shut everything off. One blast of everything we've got left for a microsecond to beat the inertia and then we shut it all down, except minimal life support and two thrusters. No impulse engines. No computer. Riker: One propeller, Captain? Computer: Deflector shield failure. Lethal radiation levels. Fatal exposure in twelve minutes. Picard: Have you analyzed the risk factor? Laforge: The numbers say it's even money. It's no better than turning it over to the computer, but no worse either. But I say forget the numbers. There's no way the computer can compensate for the human factor. The intuition, the experience. Picard: And the wish to stay alive. Make it so. Laforge: I've run the simulations, Captain. If you want, I'll take the conn. Picard: Thank you, Mister La Forge, but you've done your job. Now I must do mine. I relieve you, Mister Crusher. Wesley: Yes, sir. Riker: All hands, this is Commander Riker. We are about to engage impulse engines for a short burst. Inertial dampers are on manual. They may not fully compensate for acceleration. So brace yourselves. Computer: Deflector shield failure. Lethal radiation levels. Riker: Computer, discontinue radiation warning till further notice. It's all yours, sir. Picard: Thank you, Number One. Firing impulse engines. Data: Impulse engines are down. Laforge: Shutting down all systems. Data: Velocity is one hundred thirty five meters per second. Worf: We will be entering the debris field in eight seconds. Data: Starboard thruster firing. Riker: Coming to heading three four zero mark one zero. Data: Thruster is off. Riker: Captain, that large mass to port may contain an assimilator. Data: Port thrusters firing. Worf: No reaction from the assimilator. Riker: Okay, we're over the first hurdle. Worf: Sir! Object to port. Data: Port thruster is firing. Sir, the gravitational attraction of the various masses has reduced our velocity by eight percent. By my calculations, we no longer have sufficient momentum to clear the debris field. Picard: Thank you, Mister Data. Data: The asteroid's gravity is drawing us closer. Velocity is increasing. Velocity still increasing. Now at two hundred and nineteen meters per second. Starboard aft thruster. You have used the asteroid's gravitational pull as a slingshot. Excellent. Riker: We're out. We got through. Picard: You have the conn, Mister Crusher. Wesley: Yes, sir. Picard: Initiate full restart. Put all systems back online. Laforge: With pleasure, sir. Picard: Number One, make sure that booby trap doesn't bother anyone again. Riker: Mister Worf, ready photon torpedoes. Set to detonate on impact with the Promellian vessel. Worf: Aye, sir. Laforge: You know, I've always thought that technology could solve almost any problem. It enhances the quality of our lives. Lets us travel across the galaxy. Even gave me my vision. But sometimes you have to turn it all off. Even the gypsy violins. Leah: Violins? Laforge: Different program. Leah: We made a good team. Laforge: Maybe we can do it again some time. Leah: I'm with you every day, Geordi. Every time you look at this engine, you're looking at me. Every time you touch it, it's me. Laforge: Computer, exit holodeck. End program.

Riker: Placing beam-out marker. Return transport, fourteen minutes, forty seconds. Is your view any better, Geordi? Laforge: Not too bad, Commander. A lot of charged-particle precipitation, but I can compensate. Worf: Communicators are dysfunctional. Riker: Tricorders? Worf: Readings only valid within five meters. Riker: Good thing we didn't bring Data. We'd be unscrambling his circuits for a week. Laforge: Commander! Picking up something on the positron scan. Over here. Some electrically conductive objects. Riker: Recognize those markings, Worf? Worf: Yes, sir. Romulan. Riker: What the hell are they doing in a Federation sector? Laforge: Picking up traces of ultritium residue. An explosive device must've been used to destroy the craft after it crashed. Riker: All right, let's spread out. Twenty five meter radius. Our window back closes in twelve minutes. Worf: Commander! Worf: Commander Riker! Worf: Four minutes to beam-up. Riker: Where is he? Wait here. Laforge: Worf! Worf! Commander Riker! Riker: Geordi! Geordi! Laforge: Worf! Commander Riker! Riker: Hold your position, Mister Worf. Laforge: Worf! Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43349.2. An unidentified distress signal has led to the discovery of a crashed Romulan vessel on the surface of Galorndon Core, a Federation planet. We have recovered one survivor, but Lieutenant Commander La Forge did not report back with the away team and is still missing. Crusher: Get him to Sickbay. Worf: Secure Sickbay. Post a guard in visual contact at all times. Crusher: He's not going anywhere, Lieutenant. O'Brien: I'm sorry, Commander. There's just no way to lock in on anything down there. Riker: Keep trying, O'Brien. O'Brien: The electrical storm's creating thousands of ghosts. Riker: Well beam some of those ghosts back. One of them may be Geordi. Permission to lead another away team, sir. Picard: Denied. When we get another window in the storms. The crash site? Riker: The Romulan craft is a total loss. There's nothing there to salvage unless you want to use tweezers. Picard: No sign of others? Riker: You couldn't see two meters in front of yourself down there. Picard: It certainly is the last place one would expect Romulan encroachment. On the other hand, Galorndon Core would provide ideal cover for an opening move of a new offensive. Riker: I doubt if they were there for the climate. Crusher: We thought it would be like working on Vulcans, but there are subtle differences. Too many of them. Picard: Can you treat him? Crusher: He has cell damage to vital areas. He's going to need a transfusion of compatible ribosomes in order to recover. I'm setting up a schedule to test every member of the crew. Picard: We can't use the replicator? Crusher: The molecules are too complex. Riker: Will he survive? Crusher: I can't answer that yet. Riker: Well let me put it another way. Will he survive long enough to tell us what he was doing here? Picard: Doctor, it's an important consideration. Crusher: I can bring him around for a few minutes. But there is one serious complication. His brainwaves indicate early neural-pathway degeneration. Riker: Head injury? Crusher: There's no obvious cranial trauma. I'm guessing his exposure to the magnetic fields on the surface was slowly breaking down his synaptic connections. Riker: Will it affect Geordi the same way? Crusher: He'll be conscious for a minute or two. Riker: You are on board the Federation Starship Enterprise. We're treating your injuries. How long were you down on Galorndon Core? Do you understand me? Patahk: I will not answer questions. Riker: We need to know if there are other survivors on the surface. Patahk: I am alone. I will not answer any questions. Riker: Do you have a mother ship who should be advised of your condition? Picard: The only answer he wants to give is that he was alone. Riker: Which suggests that he wasn't. Riker: Something, anything to can cut through the storm. Some way to get a signal through to him. Wesley: A neutrino pulse. We could build a portable neutrino source and send it in a probe to the planet surface. It'll act like a beacon. Data: A neutrino pulse would send non-charged particles back up through the atmosphere and would be detectable by Geordi's Visor. Wesley: He can show us that he's found it by modifying the pulse Picard: Make it so. Data: Captain, I have a new transmission on a parallel frequency to the distress call. Picard: From the surface? Data: No, sir. From inside the Romulan Zone. We should be able to view the transmission. Picard: On screen. Tomalak: Tomalak to Pi. We have received your distress signal. Respond. If you can hear me, we are entering the Neutral Zone now. We will reach you in six hours. Picard: Mister Worf, hail the Romulan vessel. Worf: Hailing frequencies open, sir. Picard: Romulan vessel, this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship Enterprise. Worf: The frequency is open, sir. Picard: Commander Tomalak, we have intercepted your transmission. You are not to enter Federation space. Tomalak: Captain Picard, my apologies. Had I known you were in this sector, I certainly would have advised you before crossing the Neutral Zone. Picard: Indeed? Tomalak: I'm sure you will understand when I explain. One of our ships had a slight navigational error and apparently crashed on Galorndon Core. Picard: A slight navigational error? Nearly half a light year past the Neutral Zone? Tomalak: I assure you, Captain, no aggression was intended. Picard: Commander, we have recovered one of your survivors. Tomalak: He is on board your ship? Picard: He is being treated for severe injuries. Tomalak: And his craft? Picard: Destroyed, deliberately, after the crash. Tomalak: I'm sure you are prepared to leave at once and rendezvous with me in the Neutral Zone. Picard: I have an away team on the planet. We are waiting for a window in the storm to beam them up. Tomalak: And then you will return my officer? Picard: Are there any other Romulans we should be looking to recover from Galorndon Core? Tomalak: No. It was a one-man craft. Captain, we will be at the Federation border of the Neutral Zone in roughly five hours. We will expect you to rendezvous at that time. Picard: Counselor? Troi: There's great hostility behind his smile. He'll stop at nothing to complete his mission. Riker: Including the Neutral Zone border. Worf: Captain, I see no reason to return the Romulan to his ship. He should be held and interrogated. Riker: We have every right to detain him, sir. Picard: Without evidence of intent, Number One, it will not be a simple matter. Riker: It obviously wasn't pilot's error. I think it demands a response from us. Picard: But we must measure our response carefully, or history may remember Galorndon Core along with Pearl Harbor and Station Salem One as the stage for a bloody preamble to war. Crusher: I want him off all the drugs. They're not doing anything. Doctor Crusher to Picard. Picard: Go ahead, Doctor. Crusher: My patient is not responding Crusher: To treatment. Picard: You haven't found a compatible ribosome donor? Crusher: The lab is still processing the tests. Early results indicate humans have far Crusher: Too many bio-rejection factors. I've also ruled out the Vulcans we've tested. Crusher: I think I'll try a little old-fashioned country medicine. Keep the fever down, try to let the body heal itself. Picard: Keep me advised. Picard out. Wesley: Captain, the neutrino beacon is operational, and we've placed it aboard a class three probe. Picard: Well done, Ensign. Mister Worf, launch the probe. Worf: Aye, aye, sir. Worf: Probe has reached the surface, sir. Data: The neutrino stream is coming in strongly. Sensors are tracking the probe despite the interference. Laforge: A stationary neutrino source. Wesley Crusher. Thank you, Wesley. Bochra: You are my prisoner. Laforge: Right. Congratulations. Surely a strategic triumph for the Romulan Empire. Bochra: Stay there. Laforge: My shoes are getting full of sand. I just hate that, don't you? Bochra: Name and rank. Laforge: Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge. I don't think I got yours? Bochra: A Romulan ship will arrive shortly. You will accompany me on board. Laforge: I don't think so. You see, we heard your message too and well, the fleet's in, Commodore. Sky's full of Federation ships. Bochra: You're lying. Laforge: I never lie when I've got sand in my shoes, Commodore. Bochra: Get up. Laforge: Seriously, the only one way out of here is for you to put that thing down and soon as there's a window in the storm Laforge: Are you okay? Laforge: You gotta be kidding. Bochra: Sit. Laforge: Welcome to Galorndon Core, where no good deed goes unpunished. Worf: Yes, Doctor? Crusher: Lieutenant, good. Come in. Please sit down. We have finally found a compatible ribosome match for the Romulan. But only one. You. Worf: That is impossible. I am a Klingon. Crusher: Different species, yes. But many humanoids have comparable cell structures. And you have what this Romulan needs. There's absolutely no risk to you. You did understand that was the purpose of all the testing? Worf: I have no objection to tests. Crusher: You have an objection to being a donor? Worf: Yes. Crusher: Lieutenant, I understand your feelings about the Romulans, but this is not the time or place. Worf: If you had seen them kill your parents, you would understand, Doctor, it is always the time and place for those feelings. Crusher: This Romulan didn't murder your parents. And you are the only one who can save his life. Worf: Then he will die. Laforge: I sure wish you'd put that away. Bochra: You're afraid of dying. Laforge: You bet I am. Who isn't? Bochra: I'm not. Laforge: Right. Bochra: To die in the service of my people. Laforge: Ah, the Romulan path to glory. Bochra: You can be sarcastic now, but in a few millennia, when humans are extinct and the Romulan Empire spans the galaxy. Laforge: You really believe that stuff, don't you, Commodore? Bochra: You may address me as Centurion Bochra. Laforge: Bochra? Good, solid Romulan name. What's the matter? Bochra: Nothing. Laforge: Wrong. Your heart rate just shot way up. It translates a wide range of radiation into neural impulses. Allows me to see. Bochra: Without it, you're blind? Laforge: Yes. Bochra: How did this happen? Laforge: I was born that way. Bochra: And your parents let you live? Laforge: What kind of question is that? Of course they let me live. Bochra: No wonder your race is weak. You waste time and resources on defective children. Laforge: Whoa. I must be having some sort of polarity shift. The diagnostic insists everything's fine. Hey, hey, your body temperature's gone up another full point. Bochra: What are you saying? Laforge: I don't know. It must be this place, all that electromagnetic soup, it's wreaking havoc on our nervous systems. Your metabolism's messed up, so's my interface with the Visor. We've got to get out of here while we still can. Bochra: Sit down. Laforge: Bochra Bochra: Sit down! Riker: What is that? Wesley: It's just a background fluctuation, Commander. He hasn't found it yet. Riker: Then he must be hurt or dead. When does our next window open up, Mister Data? Data: There is no indication, Commander. I have no way to predict. Worf: Incoming Romulan transmission, Captain. Riker: They're early. Data: The Romulan warbird should still be twenty nine minutes away from the edge of the Neutral Zone. Picard: Close enough, however, to see we're not there. On screen. Tomalak: Picard, I'm approaching the Federation border and the Enterprise is not to be found. Why? Picard: My away team is unable to leave the surface because of the storms. Tomalak: And my officer? Picard: He is alive. Tomalak: His life remains in jeopardy? Picard: Yes. Tomalak: And yet you will still not permit me to cross into your precious Federation space to retrieve him? Picard: If the point hasn't been made clearly, Commander, let me make it again. Romulan warships do not enter Federation space unless they are prepared to do battle. Tomalak: But a mission of mercy? Picard: A mission to recover one of your officers who has been caught on a Federation planet for reasons as yet unknown. Tomalak: I have already explained. Picard: And I have rejected your explanation. Tomalak: Territories! You would measure territories against a man's life? Picard: Commander, I am singularly impressed by your concern for a life. Do not risk any more lives by leaving the Neutral Zone. Picard out. Laforge: Bochra. Bochra, you're in bad shape and my vision's getting worse. Now there's a beacon out there that'll get us back to my ship, but not if I can't find it. Bochra: I cannot surrender to the Federation. Laforge: Then stay here and die. Bochra: If the situation were reversed would you not die to avoid capture? Laforge: I don't know. I might, if I thought it was necessary. If the stakes were high enough. But they'd have to be pretty damn high. I guess I'd make a pretty lousy Romulan, huh? Bochra: I no more wish to die than you do. Laforge: Bochra, there are times when it is necessary to die for one's ideals. Do you believe this is one of those times? Laforge: Come on. Let's go find that beacon. Whoa! Bochra: What is it? Laforge: Everything's gone blank. I'm blind. Riker: Come. Worf. Worf: You are busy. Forgive my intrusion. Riker: For what it's worth, I understand your bitterness. Worf: With respect, sir, you cannot. I am asked to give up the very lifeblood of my mother and my father to those who murdered them. Riker: Must you blame all Romulans for that? Worf: Yes. Riker: Forever? What if some day the Federation made peace with the Romulans. Worf: Impossible. Riker: That's what your people said a few years ago about humans. Think how many died on both sides in that war. Would you and I be here now like this if we hadn't been able to let go of the anger and the blame? Where does it end, Worf? If that Romulan dies, does his family carry the bitterness on another generation? Worf: Then you believe I should? Riker: What I believe doesn't matter. Worf: My Starfleet training tells me one thing, but everything I am tells me another. Crusher: Lieutenant Worf, report to Sickbay. Worf: Acknowledged. Crusher: Lieutenant, his life is coming to an end. I thought it important for you to see him again. It's not too late to change your mind. Patahk: Come close to me, Klingon. Let me die with my hands at your throat. Worf: There is a substance within my cells which you need to survive. Patahk: Then you've come to hear me beg for my life? Worf: No. Patahk: I would rather die than pollute my body with Klingon filth! Bochra: I've lost almost all feeling in my legs. Laforge: My synapses must be turning to jelly. The Visor's fine. I just can't see a thing. Bochra: How do we locate the beacon? Laforge: We don't. Bochra: Do all humans give up so easily? Laforge: Bochra, we're lost, unless you've got something that can smell neutrinos. Bochra: We have the sensor device you are carrying. Laforge: Tricorder? It's not set up to detect neutrinos. Bochra: Your eye device does. Connect them. Laforge: That's crazy. They don't speak the same language. Besides, I'd never be able to get an accurate sampling. Wait a second. Wait, I wouldn't need an accurate sampling, just need a pointer. A neutrino Geiger counter. No, it's still not possible. Bochra: You cannot do it? Laforge: Under normal circumstances, maybe. Here, no way. Bochra: Why? Laforge: Because I can't see. Adapting the neural output pods of the Visor is tricky work. It can't be done by touch. Bochra: Then I will be your eyes. Data: The storm is beginning to subside, Captain. We should have a window in less than an hour. Riker: There's still no indication that he's found the beacon, sir. Picard: Assemble an away team. Riker: Yes, sir. Worf: Captain, the Romulan warship has crossed the Neutral Zone border. It is in Federation space and heading toward us. Picard: Belay that order, Number One. Red alert. Laforge: Make sure the scanner select limiter matches the Visor output range. Bochra: Not so fast. Laforge: Now, place the neural output pods in contact with the tricorder scanner heads. Bochra: Ready. Laforge: Let her rip. Bochra: Bearing three five zero. Laforge: We did it! The first Federation-Romulan co-venture. Bochra: The storm may be breaking. Laforge: With any luck, there'll be an electromagnetic window opening up and we can get out of here. Bochra: At which point, I'll be your prisoner. Laforge: Can you walk? Bochra: I don't know. Laforge: Let's find out. Come on. Okay, let's go. Bochra: Straight ahead. Laforge: Okay. Bochra: To the right. Picard: Come. Worf: You wished to see me, Captain. Picard: Yes, Lieutenant. I assume you know what it's about. Worf: Yes. Picard: The Romulan ship will reach us within the hour. If our patient dies it may be just the excuse the Romulan commander needs to start an incident. The death of a Romulan officer at the hands of the Federation. Think of it. Worf: I have, Captain. Picard: So, there is no question that the Romulan officer is more valuable to us alive than dead. Worf: I understand. Picard: Lieutenant, sometimes the moral obligations of command are less than clear. I have to weigh the good of the many against the needs of the individual, and try to balance them as realistically as possible. God knows, I don't always succeed. Worf: I have not had cause to complain, Captain. Picard: Oh, Lieutenant, you wouldn't complain even if you had cause. Worf: If you order me to agree to the transfusion, I will obey, of course. Picard: I don't want to order you. But I ask you. I beg you to volunteer. Worf: I cannot. Picard: Lieutenant. Worf: Sir? Picard: That will be all. Picard: Picard to Doctor Crusher. Crusher: Go ahead. Picard: Do not continue to enlist the cooperation of Lieutenant Worf. Crusher: I won't have to, Captain. The Romulan has died. Bochra: We've found it! Laforge: Now we have to alter its signal pattern so the Enterprise knows we've found it. Bochra: Will that be difficult? Laforge: No, not with your help. Data: Scanners are showing a window, Captain. Picard: Expected duration? Data: Nine minutes, forty seconds, sir. Wesley: No change in the neutrino beacon signal, sir. Worf: Romulan ship approaching. Bearing three fifty four mark two eight seven. Picard: On screen. Worf: Entering phaser range. We are being hailed, sir. Picard: On viewer. Tomalak: You have one chance to escape destruction, Picard. Return my officer at once. Picard: Commander, you have entered Federation space despite my warning. Tomalak: You forced the situation. I will not leave without him. Picard: He's dead. Tomalak: Then he is but the first to fall, Picard. Worf: The Romulan ship is routing power to its forward disruptor array. Picard: All shields to maximum. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Lock phasers on target. Worf: Phasers locked and ready. Wesley: Captain, the signal pattern from the neutrino beacon is modulating. Troi: It's Geordi. Riker: We can't transport him with the shields up. Worf: If we lower our shields, the Romulan will strike. Data: The electromagnetic window on the planet is closing, sir. Three minutes remain. Picard: Transporter room, lock onto the neutrino beam and stand by. O'Brien: Standing by, Captain. Data: The window is allowing intermittent sensor readings. There are still numerous ghost images, but I believe we are picking up two life forms near the beacon. Riker: Another Romulan? Data: I cannot say. The electromagnetic interference prevents an accurate reading. Picard: But it's a likely hypothesis, Number One. If Commander La Forge has located a second survivor. Lieutenant, hail the Romulan vessel. Worf: Aye, sir. They're ignoring our hail, sir. Picard: Repeat the hail all channels. You see, they have no way of knowing how accurate our sensors are. Put on your best poker face, Number One. Open a frequency. Commander Tomalak. It would appear our away team has rescued a second man from your one man ship. We're preparing to beam them to the Enterprise. After which, of course, we will return the survivor to you. Worf: No acknowledgement, sir. Picard: Commander, both our ships are ready to fight. We have two extremely powerful and destructive arsenals at our command. Our next actions will have serious repercussions. We have good reason to mistrust one another, but we have better reasons to set our differences aside. Now, of course, the question is, who will take the initiative? Who will make the first gesture of trust? The answer is, I will. I must lower our shields to beam these men up from the planet surface. Once the shields are down, you will of course have the opportunity to fire on us. If you do, you will destroy not only the Enterprise and its crew, but the cease-fire that the Romulans and the Federation now enjoy. Lieutenant, lower the shields. Leave the hailing frequency open. Worf: Yes, sir. Shields down. Picard: Mister O'Brien, transport Mister La Forge and the Romulan directly to the Bridge. O'Brien: Aye, sir. Energizing. Worf: Security team to the Bridge. Picard: Belay that order, Lieutenant. Shields up. No one is going to harm you. Laforge: You have my word on that. Picard: Well, Commander? Tomalak: If he has been in any way mistreated. Bochra: I have given them no information, Commander, but I have not been mistreated. In fact, this human saved my life. Picard: Tomalak, how is it possible you didn't know of the second Romulan on Galorndon Core? Tomalak: A simple misunderstanding, Captain Picard. I was obviously misinformed as to the size of the craft. I assure you I intended no deception. Picard: Of course not. Tomalak: You doubt my good faith? Picard: Let's just say my faith would be strengthened by a gesture from you, such as powering down your disruptors. Worf: Disruptors powering down. Picard: Thank you. Cancel Red alert, Lieutenant. Commander, we shall return your officer and escort your ship to the Neutral Zone. Tomalak: That is acceptable. Picard: Good to have you back, Commander. Laforge: Good to be back, sir. Actually, I have Centurion Bochra to thank for it. Picard: Indeed. Commander La Forge and Lieutenant Worf, escort our guest to transporter room one. Laforge: Yes, sir. Come on. Riker: Close call. Picard: Too close, Number One. Brinksmanship is a dangerous game.

Troi: Computer, dispatches. Computer: A research enquiry from the Manitoba Journal of Interplanetary Psychology and three communiqués from your mother. Troi: Transfer the letters from my mother to the viewscreen. And, computer, I would like a real chocolate sundae. Computer: Define real in context, please. Troi: Real. Not one of your perfectly synthesized, ingeniously enhanced imitations. I would like real chocolate ice cream, real whipped cream Computer: This unit is programmed to provide sources of acceptable nutritional value. Your request does not fall within current guidelines. Please indicate whether you wish to override the specified program? Troi: Listen Picard: Picard to Counselor Troi. Troi: Now what? Yes, Captain? Picard: The pleasure of your company is requested, Counselor. We're having a little impromptu reception for the arriving delegates. Troi: Captain, I'm not really dressed for a reception. Picard: Oh, Counselor Picard: Just throw on any old thing. We're about to get our first look at the wormhole. Troi: Of course, Captain. I'm on my way. Troi: God forbid I should miss my first look at the wormhole. Riker: May I escort you, Miss Troi? Troi: Just tell me there's some chocolate here. Picard: Ah, Counselor Troi. Will you allow me to do the introductions? This is Premier Bhavani of Barzan. Counselor Deanna Troi. Troi: Your discovery has produced a great deal of excitement, Premier. Bhavani: Hopefully, it will also produce a new era of prosperity for my people. Mendoza: We'll see to that. Picard: You know Mister Mendoza, the Federation negotiator. Mendoza: A pleasure to see you again, Counselor Troi. Picard: This is a worthy Federation competitors in the bidding, Leyor of the Caldonians. Leyor: Madame. Ral: And I'm Devinoni Ral. Troi: Ship's Counselor Deanna Troi. Mendoza: My good friend, Ral, is the best hired gun in the business. Troi: Hired gun? Ral: My good friend Mendoza means that I'm a negotiator who serves a variety of clients. On this particular occasion I represent the Chrysalians. Bhavani: I believe it's almost time, isn't it Captain? Picard: Indeed. It will be visible directly ahead. Mendoza: Is it always on time, Bhavani? Bhavani: Always. We see it every two hundred and thirty three minutes. Our scientists say it's due to radiation buildup in the accretion disk. The visible burst is very brief. Bhavani: There it is, ladies and gentlemen, the first and only stable wormhole known to exist. It's yours, for the right price. Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43385.6. We are orbiting Barzan Two, which is entertaining bids for control of what appears to be a stable wormhole, which could provide a permanent shortcut to the distant Gamma Quadrant. Bhavani: And as you all know, the environment on my planet is completely inhospitable to most other life forms. So I'd like to express my appreciation to you, Captain Picard, for hosting these negotiations. The Barzan has been a society dependent on others for generations. We want that to end. The appearance of this stable wormhole in our space provides us with our first true natural resource. We have neither the experience nor the technology to exploit it. But you do. Riker: Excuse me. There's a delegation of Ferengi who wishes to be beamed aboard, sir. Picard: Were you expecting the Ferengi, Premier? Bhavani: No, but I do not wish to create ill will, Captain. If they are interested in bidding, I have no objection. Picard: Chief O'Brien, this is Captain Picard. Will you beam the Ferengi directly to the Observation lounge? O'Brien: Aye, sir. Goss: On behalf of all Ferengi, I protest. Why were we not invited to these negotiations? Bhavani: My apologies. We did not anticipate your interest. You're welcome to join us. Goss: My name is DaiMon Goss. These are my consuls, Kol and Doctor Arridor. We'll need chairs. Picard: I'm Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Enterprise. I'm serving as host for these proceedings. Goss: Good, then see to it that we get chairs. Picard: Let me explain. Goss: Fine, fine, just have your Klingon servant get us some chairs. Worf: I am in charge of Security. Goss: Then who gets the chairs? Picard: DaiMon, due to the delicate nature of these negotiations, all parties have agreed that one representative would suffice. Now I will be happy to provide your consuls with accommodations and you may have my chair. Goss: Very well. Picard: Premier. Goss: Kol, the bag. Riker: Gentlemen, this way. Goss: We can handle all the pleasantries later. Now, let's get down to business. Goss: I'll match anyone's best offer, and add the gold on top of it. Computer: Devinoni Ral, human. Age forty one. Born Brussels, European Alliance. Relocated at age nineteen to Hurkos Three. Troi: Come in. Ral: Should I call for an appointment ? Troi: No, I was just looking over some personnel files. Ral: Well, that's too bad. I thought you might be thinking about me. Troi: I thought you'd be deep in negotiations by now. Ral: In recess. I never play the opening rounds, anyway. Inconsequential. Besides there are much better things to negotiate on this ship. Like dinner tonight? Troi: What about your traveling companion? Ral: My traveling companion is traveling. I sent her home. Troi: Why? Ral: You know why. Troi: Weren't you getting along? Ral: Don't do that. Troi: What? Ral: Don't do Counselor Troi. Troi: Was I? Ral: Yes, you were. When you leave this office, who are you? Oh. So that's how it goes. You never do. You never do leave the office. Troi: What Ral: Shush. Ral: Dinner at eight? Data: The data from the Barzan's probe of the wormhole are quite impressive, Captain. The wormhole delivered the probe beyond the Denkiri Arm, in the Gamma Quadrant. Picard: It would take nearly a century at warp nine to cover that distance. Data: The same distance could be achieved in a matter of seconds through the wormhole. Riker: Imagine the Ferengi collecting tolls if we lose to them. Mendoza: I don't think the Ferengi are the greatest threat at the table. With all of DaiMon Goss' bluster, they don't have the resources the Barzans need. Riker: I think that Devinoni is the one that we need to watch out for. Mendoza: An accurate observation. How did you recognize that? Riker: He was the most one in the group. Mendoza: You must play poker, Commander. Riker: Poker? Is that a game of some sort? Picard: Commander Riker conducts masterclasses in poker. Mendoza: Our skills are not dissimilar, Commander. Picard: Mister Mendoza, if this lives up to its billing, it will be a discovery of extraordinary value. But it is a big if. Riker: A wormholes is there one moment, and then gone the next. A stable wormhole is unheard of. Mendoza: Are you saying this may not be what it seems? Data: The Barzans do not have manned space travel, so they had to resort to an automated probe. Its findings are limited. It cannot be determined from these charts how stable the wormhole really is, or how long it will remain intact. Picard: The Federation could wind up buying a proverbial lemon. Data: Proverbial lemon? Picard: Later, Data. Mendoza: And of course that means, once the contract is negotiated and closed, we would be obliged to fulfilll the terms. Riker: We think we should take a look for ourselves. Mendoza: I don't think Bhavani could object to that. Riker: Geordi has continuous visual contact with the wormhole, Captain. I think he's the logical choice. Data: I would also like to volunteer, sir. Picard: Nobody's going in there until we have done a full sensor analysis. I want to do everything possible to determine that it's safe, and when I am satisfied, then you, Data, and Commander La Forge will enter the wormhole tomorrow. Arridor: Just a moment of discomfort for a good cause, DaiMon. You understand this will not be lethal. Goss: Doctor, you surprise me. I have no wish to kill anyone. A short term crippling will suffice. Arridor: Then, this will be just fine. Arridor: A distilllation of your own blood pyrocytes. Harmless to you. Undetectable by the ship's bio-filters, but when absorbed through your victim's skin, it will provoke an extreme allergic reaction. Goss: I'd say it is time to extend the hand of the Ferengi to the representative of the Federation. Ral: Much better. Troi: Thank you. Come in for a drink? Ral: Ah, Federation decor. Troi: Not your style? Ral: Well, conformity is not my style. Troi: What would you like? Ral: I'd even like another. There she is again, Counselor Troi. Troi: I'm not. Computer, champagne. Ral: For two. Am I moving too fast for you? Troi: No, I'm moving too fast for me. Ral: I like that better. Troi: I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all day. Ral: You must have had a nice day. Troi: Anticipation is fun. We'll be late for dinner. Ral: Very late. Crusher: Mister Mendoza. Mendoza: I seem to be a bit warm. Crusher: I need some help here Goss: You attempt to gain every unfair advantage, Picard. Picard: Premier Bhavani has no objection. Goss: Well, I most certainly do. First, you conveniently arrange to play host, then you plan to send your own manned probe into the wormhole. The Federation thinks it can do anything it wants to. Well, I will not tolerate it! Picard: I will gladly share the results of our exploration with all the delegates. Goss: And you expect us to believe what you report? Riker: Then send in your own probe, Goss. Goss: That's exactly what I intend to do. And I should strongly suggest you stay out of our way. Picard: Tell Data and La Forge to do themselves a favor, and stay out of their way. Crusher: Captain Picard, please come to Sickbay. Picard: Acknowledged, Doctor. Crusher: Whatever he's got is obviously not life threatening. It's some kind of system-wide histaminic reaction. He certainly can't go back to negotiations for several days. Picard: Will you keep me informed? Picard: The Federation's top negotiator taken out by a mysterious ailment. Suspicions? Riker: With the Ferengi around? Always. Picard: You'll have to fill in, Number One. Riker: Me? Picard: Well, I'm the designated host. It would be a most awkward transition. You're the next likely choice. And Mister Mendoza will certainly agree. He's quite impressed by your natural instincts. Riker: Excuse me, sir, but those weren't natural instincts. Those were poker instincts. A card game doesn't exactly prepare me for this. Picard: Yes, the stakes are higher. But then, isn't that when the game gets interesting, Commander? Wesley: The wormhole will reappear in thirty seconds, sir. Worf: The Ferengi pod is moving into position. Picard: Shuttle nine, stand by. Laforge: Ferengi pod, this is Lieutenant Commander La Forge in the Enterprise shuttle. Arridor: This is Doctor Arridor, go ahead. Laforge: Would you care to take the point, Doctor? Arridor: We will gladly yield that honor to you, Lieutenant Commander. Laforge: You know, if this doesn't work, the thought of spending the rest of my life in here is none too appealing. Data: There is a bright side, Geordi. You will have me to talk to. Data: It is visible, Captain. Picard: Proceed when ready. Data: and intense energy fields which appear to be stabil Wesley: They've traveled beyond our communication capabilities, sir Riker: A complete analysis of our bid is available on the ship's computer for your consideration. Ral: Commander, I realize what a difficult position this must be for you. If you don't understand something, I hope you won't be too embarrassed to ask me. Riker: I think I have an idea what the rules are. Ral: Well, that's what makes it so interesting. The rules of the game change to fit the moment. Riker: Not unlike commanding a starship, Mister Ral. Ral: Well, Mister Riker's placed a great deal of emphasis on defense, a subject he obviously knows well, having served Starfleet in a number of conflicts. Now, the Chrysalians, we're enemies to no one, and we choose to remain that way. Neutral. Riker: Neutral, and uninvolved, sir, in virtually all interstellar matters of consequence. Ral: No one would claim that the Chrysalians are as powerful as the mighty Federation, but we have resources, and technology, and scientists too. But we also have had peace for ten generations. Ral: You know, I was thinking. Troi: Mmm? Ral: Maybe I could stretch out these negotiations for a few days. Would you like that? Troi: Mmm-hmmm. Devinoni Ral. Who are you? Ral: Well, what do your Betazoid senses tell you about me? Troi: Not much. My human physical response must be blocking them out. Ral: Good. Troi: It never happened to me before. Ral: I rather like it that I'm more difficult to read than your other men. Troi: There aren't any others. Currently. Ral: What about Commander Riker? Troi: Who have you been talking to? Ral: No one. No one. I just sensed something when I saw the two of you together. Troi: Will Riker and I are good friends. Ral: Ah ha. Troi: It was once a little more than that. Ral: Ah. Troi: How come we're talking about me instead of you? Ral: Don't you have enough people talk about their lives to you? Who counsels the Counselor? Troi: Oh no, I want to know about you. Ral: I'm what you see right now. Just me, wanting to run away with you, but knowing you'd never leave this damned ship. Troi: When I first saw you, I felt as if I'd been waiting for you. I'm trying to understand why or how that's possible. Ral: Does it matter? Well, it will when I tell you. But you must promise never to tell anyone else. Troi: What? Ral: I am part Betazoid too. My mother was one half, I am one quarter. Troi: You're empathic? Ral: The only one of five children. I must admit I was never as comfortable sensing emotions as you seem to be. Troi: That's why you left Earth. Ral: Yes. I learned to live with it, use it, as you have. But still, it isolates us, doesn't it? And I thought it would always would, so I tucked my heart away. I didn't need it, I didn't want it. At the negotiating table, it can be fatal to have a heart. But I never realized how much I needed mine until I looked at you. Laforge: I'm picking up an increase in accretion matter filtering in from the terminus. Data: Monitors are functioning normally again. Laforge: Ferengi pod, everybody in one piece over there? Arridor: Our condition is no concern of yours, Enterprise shuttle. We are competitors in this venture, not partners. Arridor: Ferengi pod, out. Laforge: Yeah, happy landings to you, too. Data: Curious. We are not where we are supposed to be. Laforge: What do you mean? We're on the other side of the wormhole, aren't we ? Data: According to the Barzan probe, we should be in the Gamma Quadrant but these readings clearly indicate we are nearly two hundred light years away in sector three five five six of the Delta Quadrant. Laforge: Maybe the Barzan readings were wrong. Data: Perhaps the readings were correct. Their probe could have exited the wormhole at a completely different location. Laforge: Data, my Visor's picking up subatomic fluctuations. Meson and lepton activity is definitely increasing. Data: Gravitational acceleration is also increasing. Laforge: Something very strange is happening to this wormhole. Troi: Sorry. Crusher: You're unusually limber this morning. Troi: I'll say. Devinoni Ral. It's ridiculous, and wonderful. I feel completely out of control. Happy. Terrified. But there's nothing rational about this. Crusher: Who needs rational when your toes curl up? Troi: I'm afraid I'm going to lose myself. I can't get enough of him. Is it possible to fall in love in one day? Crusher: I did. Troi: It was like this for you and Jack? Crusher: No, it was another fellow. I fell in love in a day, it lasted a week. But what a week. Then I met Jack. It took months to figure it out with him. Troi: Well then, maybe I should slow down. Catch my breath. Not let this get out of control. CRUSHER + Troi: No. Ral: To be honest, I was surprised to see the Caldonians here at all, Leyor. Leyor: You must think Caldonia very insular, Mister Ral. Ral: Oh, no, no, not at all. Not at all. On the contrary, I've respected your world's commitment to pure research. It's just that, well. Leyor: Go on, please. Ral: Well, scholars don't always enjoy administrative demands. And certainly we've seen here that the administration of the wormhole is Leyor: Yes, I must admit, I have begun to feel some trepidation about that. Ral: Yes. Yes, I'm sure you have, Leyor. I'm sure we all have. Do you realize that in the next century, the number of ships that will pass Bhavani: Gentlemen, this open session is called by request of the Caldonian delegation. Leyor: Madame Bhavani, Caldonia withdraws from these proceedings. Bhavani: For what reasons, Leyor? Leyor: It has been made very clear that the maintenance and administrative requirements are beyond our abilities. Riker: Leyor, the Federation would like to negotiate a trade agreement in which we could acquire your planet's rich deposits of trillium 323 which we would add to our bid, Premier Bhavani. Leyor: My apologies. We have already reached an agreement with the Chrysalians. Riker: Mister Ral? You either had very good instincts, or foreknowledge of the Caldonian withdrawal. Ral: Some people just don't wish to transact business with the Federation, Commander. The Chrysalians hereby add the Caldonian trillium 323 to its bid, Premier. Laforge: I'm telling you, it's changing. Laforge: I can see it with my Visor. Arridor: I have no intention of leaving yet. We have not finished taking our readings. Laforge: Listen, Doctor. Laforge: Your readings must be telling you the same things we're getting. This is not the Gamma Quadrant. Arridor: I will not confirm your speculations. Data: This is not a speculation, Doctor. We are not where the Barzans said we should be, which would indicate Data: This side of the wormhole is not stable. Laforge: There are meson and lepton fluctuations. Local gravitational fields are increasing exponentially. Everything says we'd better get the hell out of here. Arridor: It will be visible again in forty seconds. We will make our own judgments then. Laforge: I can see it now and I'm telling you that you don't have time to wait. Not even forty seconds. Arridor: Ferengi pod out. Laforge: Damn it, Arridor, we're seventy thousand light years away from our ships. Come on, now. Follow us in. We'll lead you. Laforge: Idiots. It's getting worse. I'm taking us in, Data. With or without them. Data: Thrusters at half power. Three quarters. Laforge: Entering outer event horizon. Arridor: They panic quickly under pressure. There, precisely as scheduled. Right where I expected it to be. Troi: Everyone was talking today about the way you absorbed the Caldonian bid. Ral: Well, the opening was there. I took it Troi: Commander Riker didn't know how you managed it. Ral: Let me tell you something about Commander Riker. He's good. He's the most dangerous man in the room to me. Troi: But he doesn't have an edge. Your edge. Ral: Our edge. You make it sound unethical. Troi: Isn't it? Ral: Deanna, it's just business. Troi: Why haven't you told anyone you're an empath? Ral: Because I find it makes people uncomfortable. Troi: I think you don't tell them so you can gain an advantage. Ral: Well, I gained an advantage by using it with you. You didn't seem to mind that. Look, Deanna, the point of negotiating is to take advantage. I don't know what the other side is offering, and they don't know what I'm offering. So we dance around each other until somebody wins. I never cry foul when I lose. Troi: But you're reading their emotional states, their inner selves, and then using that to manipulate them. Ral: Well, people have been doing that for thousands of years, just by listening carefully, by watching body language. I just happen to be better at it. You do it. Troi: I do it to help my crew, not outmaneuver them. And I don't hide that I'm an empath. Ral: Oh, so you announce it to every alien culture you encounter? Or do you use it to give your side an advantage. Do you tell the Romulan that's about to attack that you sense that he may be bluffing? Or do you just tell it to your Captain? Troi: That's different. That's a matter of protection. Ral: Yes, protection. Your protection, your Captain, your crew, your edge. Yes. Now it's a matter of life and death when you take the advantage. Me, I deal in property. Exchanges. No body gets hurt. So you tell me, which one of us would you say has more of a problem with ethics? Excuse me. Ral: May I join you, Commander? Riker: Bought out the Ferengi yet, Ral? Ral: Think I should give it a try? Riker: No, but I think that you will. One way or another, it's going to come down to you and me. Ral: You know, you're very good at this. Very good. Much better than you realize. Riker: I hope I'm better than you realize. Ral: The last mile of the marathon is always the toughest. That's when the winners are willing to take the big risks. Are you willing to do that? Riker: We'll see, won't we? Ral: Well, let's see now. I'm prepared to reach a firm agreement with Bhavani before we learn the outcome of your probe's expedition. Are you? Well, well, well. That would not be looked upon favorably by the Federation, I'd imagine. See, you have to be willing to take that last step alone or it just isn't worth playing. Riker: Your point of view, not mine. Ral: Oh, I see that, Commander, I see that. Otherwise you wouldn't be second in command of this starship. You know, I feel responsible for you in a way. Related. Deanna. We both love Deanna. Oh, in different ways, of course. Riker: I will remove the burden of that responsibility right now. My relationship with Deanna stands very well on its own without any help from you. Ral: Of course it does. Of course it does. It's just that, well, she's an extraordinary woman. Brilliant. Lovely. Very passionate. And she could have been yours, Will, but you just didn't do enough to keep her. And now, well, I'm here, and I'm going to take her too. Riker: That's the first bad play I've seen you make. If you can bring happiness into Deanna's life, nothing would please me more. You know, you're really not such a bad sort, Ral, except you don't have any values, beyond the value of today's bid, that is. Deanna is just the woman to bring some meaning to your sorry existence, if you're smart enough to take it. I doubt that you are. To the last mile. Worf: Sir, the Ferengi vessel is moving out of orbit. Impulse power They are approaching the entry to the wormhole, sir. Picard: Computer, is the Ferengi Goss still on board the Enterprise? Computer: DaiMon Goss departed the Enterprise at fourteen hundred hours. Worf: They are powering forward missile launchers, sir. Picard: Yellow alert. Hail the Ferengi. Picard: Request an explanation of your actions, DaiMon Goss. Goss: I've learned from informed sources that the Federation has manipulated these negotiations from the very beginning, and has already signed a secret agreement with the Barzans. Picard: That is not true. Goss: The Ferengi offer was never seriously considered. Picard: Premier Bhavani welcomed you to these proceedings, despite my better judgment. Goss: We will be ignored no longer. Worf: They've fired a missile directly at the opening, sir. Picard: Destroy it. Worf: On screen. Firing phasers. Bhavani: Your offers both have merit, gentlemen. if I could find a deciding factor Riker: Riker to Picard. What's happening, Captain? Picard: Goss has fired a missile at the wormhole. Picard: I need you on the Bridge, Number One. Riker: Excuse me. Ral: Excuse me for saying so under the circumstances, Premier, but this fight is really between the Federation and the Ferengi. Now it seems unconscionable that your wormhole is being used as a pawn in their power struggle. Picard: You must know we will not allow you to do this. Goss: If the Ferengi cannot have the wormhole, no one will. Picard: A missile will have no destructive effect on a wormhole, but if it should explode near the shuttlecraft they will be destroyed. Goss: Casualties of war, Commander. My men are prepared to die. Are yours? Troi: Captain, he's lying. I'm almost sure of it. He doesn't mean what he says. Riker: Why? What is he doing it for then? Bhavani: Permission to enter the Bridge, Captain. Picard: Premier, with all due respect Ral: Captain, I believe I am in a better position to settle this with DaiMon Goss than you are. May I address him? Picard: Premier. Ral: DaiMon Goss, this is Devinoni Ral. Goss: I have nothing to say to you, Ral. Ral: Well then, just listen. The planet Barzan has reached an agreement with the Chrysalians for long term control of the wormhole. Now on behalf of the Chrysalians, I am prepared to offer the Ferengi free access to the wormhole in perpetuity. Goss: I have your word on this? Ral: Yes, my word, sir, in exchange for Ferengi convoy privileges to be negotiated in good faith. Goss: This is an acceptable offer. Worf: Ferengi vessel has shut down its forward missile launcher. Picard: Stand down red alert. Bhavani: Commander Riker. I'm sorry you had to learn about my decision this way. You represented the Federation well, but I have come to believe that the Chrysalians' tradition of peace is more desirable to my planet. Troi: Excuse me, Premier. There's something you should know. I'm sorry, was there something you wanted to say? Ral: No, not at all. Troi: I sensed you suddenly felt uncomfortable. Ral: Well, after all, it was a very tense situation. Troi: But that's what's so odd. It wasn't tense at all. In fact, I sensed no tension from you or Goss. Goss: But I was tense! I was ready to blow it up! I strongly protest! Picard: Screen off. Troi: It was as though you were performing a scene for all of us. Ral: Pardon me, Captain, I believe there's a slight conflict of interest here. Troi: I agree, entirely. Mister Ral asked me not to tell anyone he has empathic powers which he uses to manipulate his competitors in a negotiation. And yes, it did put me in a conflict of interest, which I hope I have now resolved. Premier, I believe Ral has used your fear of continuing aggression between the Federation and its enemies to undermine our position. I also believe that this incident was staged by Ral and Goss to provide you a reason to choose in favor of the Chrysalians. Wesley: Captain, it's the shuttlecraft. They're coming back through. Laforge: Shuttle nine to Enterprise. Picard: On screen. Laforge: This is shuttle nine reporting in. Laforge: Barely. Picard: And the Ferengi pod, Commander? Laforge: Trapped on the other side, sir. Laforge: In the Delta Quadrant. We tried to warn them. They wouldn't follow us. Picard: Elaborate. Data: Captain, this end of the wormhole is currently stable, but the other end apparently shifts positions periodically. Data: The Barzan probe had no way to recognize this. Eventually, both sides will be unstable. Laforge: It's a dry well, Captain. Worthless. Picard: Acknowledged, Shuttle. Main shuttlebay, prepare for final approach. Crewman: Aye, sir. Worf: Captain, DaiMon Goss is demanding to know where his men are. Picard: Advise him to set his coordinates for the Delta Quadrant. He may run into them in eighty years or so. Riker: Mister Ral, congratulations on winning the rights to the Barzan wormhole. Ral: I take the risks, Mister Riker, and I stand by my agreements. Troi: Come in. When do you leave? Ral: Soon. I've been recalled by the Chrysalians. Explanations demanded and so forth. Troi: I'm sorry. Ral: I've done well for them over the years. They understand the stakes. It'll be fine. I had to do it, Troi. Bhavani was ready to go with the Federation. I sensed it. I'd used up every card in the deck. I needed to change the rules. Troi: You must have known I couldn't allow you to do that Ral: My human physical response must have been blocking my Betazoid senses. I'm very grateful for what you did, in a way. It's made me take a hard look at who I am. I don't like what I see. I once asked you to run away with me. Now I'm asking again. I need you. You could help me change. You could be my conscience. Troi: I already have a job as Counselor. If you want to know what happens to Arridor and Kol in the Delta Quadrant, here is the tale.

Riker: Someone sure stripped this place. Worf: The reactor's gone. Riker: No wonder they didn't answer our hail for two days. Nothing here to answer with. Data: Commander, I am detecting life signs from behind that door. Riker: Worf! Crusher: Commander, take a look at this. Riker: Blood. Crusher: Yes, but not human. I'm going to have to do some analysis on it. Worf: It's jammed. Crusher: The two scientists are suffering from phaser stuns. I'd guess several hits each. Picard: Several? Crusher: It'll take us a while to bring them around, but they will recover. We found a sample of blood. It's a rare iron-copper composite, unique to one humanoid species. The Acamarians. Picard: Acamarians? Then that would suggest the Gatherers. Data: It is a likely hypothesis. The nomadic marauders who refer to themselves as Gatherers have raided other outposts in neighboring sectors. Riker: They've never come out this far before. Picard: Mister Crusher, set course for the Acamar system. Wesley: Aye, sir. Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43421.9. In an effort to put an end to the Gatherer raids, we have come to the Acamar System to enlist the aid of Marouk, the Sovereign of Acamar Three. Picard: Their raids have made this sector unsafe. They've ransacked our research facilities, our trade routes have been disrupted. Marouk: The Gatherers are elusive. We've only managed to capture a handful of them. But with the Starfleet's help Picard: Hunting them down is not what I am proposing. Marouk: Reconciliation with the Gatherers is impossible. It's been tried. Every time we've offered amnesty, they've rejected it. Troi: When was the last attempt made? Marouk: Eighteen years ago. Picard: Eighteen years? Marouk: For almost a century now, they've been parasites, moving from star system to star system, living on what they could find or steal. Picard: They're still your people. Marouk: No. Captain, you have to understand our history. A hundred years ago, before the Gatherers split off from our culture, we were a savage, violent race. Clans battled clans. Bloody, vengeful feuds that lasted for generations. But we overcame those ways, all except for the Gatherers. Troi: After a century of wandering, they may be ready to come home. Picard: Despite your progress, you are a divided society, and so it will remain until the Gatherers return to Acamar. Marouk: The attempt may be futile. Picard: But there is so much to gain and there is so little to lose by the effort. The problem affects us all. It cannot be ignored. Picard: Sovereign Marouk, welcome to the Bridge. Marouk: Thank you, Captain. Picard: How soon will you be ready to leave Acamar? Marouk: I am ready now, Captain. I need only bring aboard two more servants. Riker: I'll see to that, and to your accommodations. Marouk: I have reason to believe there is a Gatherer encampment somewhere in the Hromi Cluster. Picard: Mister Data? Data: The Federation has charted but not explored several class M planets in that area. Any one of these planets might well serve as a base. Picard: Mister Crusher, set course for the Hromi Cluster. Wesley: Aye, sir. Marouk: A fine ship, Commander. Riker: We're all very proud of her. Marouk: Yuta, a light meal in twenty minutes. Yuta: May I be shown the kitchen, Commander? Riker: You're the chef? Yuta: Yes. I'll prepare all meals for the Sovereign and her servants. Riker: We can provide you with a kitchen, but it won't really be necessary. These food dispensers can synthesize anything that you may been. I'll show you. Sovereign, may I offer you a drink? Marouk: Yes, thank you. Cold water. Riker: Computer, a glass of water, five degrees. Yuta: Please. Riker: You're also the food taster? Yuta: That's part of the cook's duty. Yuta: I'm sure the Sovereign will wish to sample many of the cuisines your ship has to offer, but there are some Acamarian dishes that she will insist upon. Riker: I will arrange for a technician to help program your recipes into the computer. Of course, I'll have to try some of them. What's your specialty? Yuta: I have none. Riker: Don't be modest. You can't tell me you haven't come up with a few culinary delights. Yuta: There is a spiced parthas dish. Riker: Parthas? Yuta: A green vegetable with fleshy roots. Riker: Parthas a la Yuta. I look forward to tasting it. Sovereign. Chef. Wesley: Now entering standard orbit of Gamma Hromi Two, sir. Data: Captain, I am detecting life readings from the planet surface, as well as several small areas of thermal radiation and carbon dioxide emissions, indicative of combustion. Wesley: Campfires, Data. Data: Is that not what I said? Riker: It's worth a look. Picard: Make it so. Riker: Data, Worf. Laforge: Artonian lasers. Tonkian homing beacons. Quite a collection. Data: Noranium alloy, sir. It's salvage value is quite low. Riker: Looks like these Gatherers weren't too diskriminating in what they steal. Worf: Commander? Ambush! Data: Rigelian phaser rifles, sir. Not particularly powerful. Riker: Powerful enough. We came to talk! Worf: Your words are wasted, Commander. They understand only this. Riker: We're here to establish a dialogue, Worf. Riker: Data, tell me about noranium. It vaporizes at? Data: Two thousand three hundred fourteen degrees. Of course, noranium carbide Riker: Thank you, Data. Laforge: Setting seven ought to do it. Riker: Three, two, one, now! Riker: Enterprise, four to beam up. Brull: Cowards! Worf: Your ambushes would be more successful if you bathed more often. Riker: We've brought the Sovereign of Acamar. Brull: Marouk? Here? Riker: With an offer of amnesty. Marouk: Full dispensation will be extended to all Gatherers who are willing to return to Acamar Three. Brull: You don't trust me, Marouk. Marouk: Should I? Brull: But you expect me to trust you. Maybe you just poisoned it yourself. Taste this, Temarek. Marouk: Barbarians. This is futile. Picard: Sovereign. Brull! Brull: Go home, old woman. Marouk: You people haven't changed in a hundred years. Brull: You should know. You were there. Picard: Sit down! Please. Please. Now, we're here to talk. Marouk: It's a waste of time, Captain. They don't care about how they live. Brull: Am I supposed to believe that you care how we live? Marouk: Yes. Picard: Brull, she's here, isn't she? Brull: Maybe you forced her to come, Picard. Marouk: Nobody forces me anywhere, Brull. Brull: What is there for us on Acamar Three? Marouk: A life. A home. You can end your wanderings, your miserable existence. Brull: Do I look miserable to you? Marouk: The clan wars are over, Brull. It is a past we're ashamed of. It is why you had to leave. Now, it is time to come home. Brull: I want to speak privately with Sovereign Marouk and Picard. Everyone else, get out. Riker: Any insights? Troi: Brull's ready to negotiate. He just wants privacy so that he won't appear weak in front of the other Gatherers. Yuta: You are of the clan Lornak. Volnoth: What of it? I've seen you before. Yuta: Yes. Volnoth: But it's impossible. Yuta: No. Look closer. I am Yuta of the clan Tralesta. Yuta: I am the last of my line, but my clan will outlive yours. Brull: Marouk's offer has value. Picard: Commander. Brull: But still, I don't know. Picard: But you'll agree it is enough to present to your leader. Brull: Chorgan is a better judge of these matters. I will take it to him. You will hear from me in twenty days. Picard: Brull, in twenty days, I hope to be very far away from here. Marouk: With all due respect, Brull, I would like to make the offer to Chorgan myself. Picard: We'll gladly take you with us on the Enterprise. How many of your men do you want to accompany you? Brull: I'll come alone. If this is a trap. Marouk: Oh, it isn't. Brull: Mallon, you'll be in charge while I'm gone. If I'm not back in ten days Temarek: Brull! Brull! Brull: Volnoth. Riker: Away team to Enterprise. Medical Emergency. Brull: Volnoth was an old man. There's nothing to be done. Riker: There's a chance that our doctors can do something. Brull: You found him? Temarek: Yes. And there are no other members of the Lornak clan here, so I claim his possessions. Brull: Granted. Marouk: Have you no respect for the dead? Brull: What's there to respect about a corpse? Brull: Temarek, no. Calm down. Crusher: He's been dead too long. Riker: How? Crusher: Cardiac arrest? Riker: You don't sound convinced. Crusher: No, he died of a heart attack, all right, but I can't find the cause. His cardiac muscle is strong and there's no sign of arterial occlusion. Picard: Brull, will you show Mister Crusher the course to set to the Hromi Cluster? Brull: A child? This doesn't inspire my confidence. Wesley: This is our present position. Brull: Set a heading for three four three mark seven two. Wesley: That's going to take us through the center of an asteroid belt. Brull: What's the matter, kid? Can't you fly yourself around a couple of rocks? Wesley: Sure I can, but if we take this heading we can avoid the belt completely, and only lose twelve point one minutes at warp seven. Brull: Have it your way, kid. Marouk: For centuries, my planet was in chaos. Loyalty to one's clan was absolute. The slightest injury to one member demanded violent retaliation. Picard: And these blood feuds could last for decades? Marouk: The obsession with vengeance would be passed from generation to generation. And with each act of retribution, the violence would escalate. Picard: It's not unlike much the history of my own planet. Yuta: Your pardon, Sovereign. May I be excused briefly? Commander Riker requested that I prepare him an Acamarian dish. Marouk: Of course, Yuta. Brull: What are you doing? Wesley: Homework. Brull: What is this? Wesley: Math. Brull: I can see that, but what does it mean? Wesley: This is the locally Euclidean metrisation of a k-fold contravariant Riemannian tensor field. Brull: You good at it? You don't like me. Wesley: I didn't say that. Brull: No problem. I have many friends that don't like me. But what do you know about me? Wesley: You're a thief. Brull: I do it to survive, not because I enjoy it. We Gatherers value our freedom. We do as we want and we answer to no creature. Wesley: Then why are you helping Sovereign Marouk to change all that? Brull: Maybe because I want something better for me, and for my children. Wesley: You have children? Brull: Yeah, two sons. One's just about your age. He's not any good at math. Riker: Parthas a la Yuta. Yuta: With the help of one of your food stations. Troi: It's wonderful. Riker: Truly excellent. Yuta: Thank you. Riker: Would you care to join us? Yuta: I don't want to intrude. Troi: You're not. I was just leaving. Please, sit down. Riker: It really is delicious. Yuta: I'm glad it pleases you, Commander. Riker: I'm not your commander. My name is William. Yuta: I will call you William if you prefer. Riker: I do. When you say Commander you say it like you say Sovereign to Marouk. Yuta: As a servant. You're an excellent commander, but you'd make a poor sovereign. Riker: Why's that? Not that I disagree. Yuta: You're not comfortable with servants. Riker: No, I prefer the company of equals. Yuta: So you treat me as an equal. Riker: And you're not comfortable with that? Yuta: I'm not used to it. I've always been a servant. Not that I'm complaining. The Sovereign treats me well. I have all that I could want. Riker: What about freedom? Yuta: I can never have that. Riker: Because you're the property of the Sovereign? Yuta: No. I'm not her slave. I can leave whenever I wish. Riker: But you have no place to go? Yuta: Just the opposite. My path is all too clear. Riker: Yuta, you're an excellent chef, but you speak in riddles. Yuta: I've never been very good at conversation. Marouk: Yuta. Yuta: I believe the Sovereign wants me to return. Enjoy the parthas. Crusher: Sickbay to Commander Riker. I've discovered something interesting, Will. Riker: On my way. Riker: You're scowling, Doctor. Crusher: I'm thinking. Riker: And? Crusher: The old Gatherer on the planet? I know what caused his heart attack. The medical tricorder almost missed it, but there was a microvirus in his body, blocking his autonomic nerve impulses. Riker: And that stopped his heart? Crusher: But here's the really interesting part. This microvirus will only attach itself to cells which contain a very specific DNA sequence. Riker: How specific? Crusher: Without knowing more about their genetic makeup, I can't be sure. But my guess is, this virus would only kill one Acamarian in a million. Riker: Pretty single-minded bug. Crusher: Too single-minded. I can't believe it's a naturally occurring virus. Riker: Meaning somebody engineered it. Crusher: Meaning Volnoth was murdered. Data: Sir, Acamar Three has agreed to your request for access to their databases. They are now being transmitted into our computer over subspace link. Riker: Good. Notify Doctor Crusher when Acamar's medical database is online. Riker out. Come in. Yuta: I'm disturbing you. Riker: Not at all. Yuta: As the Sovereign has no further need for my services this evening, she suggested I might spend some time with you. Riker: What a charming suggestion. Yuta: She appreciates the affection you've shown me. Riker: Was I that obvious? Yuta: Yes. Riker: Well, I've already dined. Maybe you know a good Acamarian dessert recipe. Yuta: Does that not please you? Tell me what you want, William. I will do anything you wish. Riker: Wait a minute. Yuta: I don't understand. Don't you want me to give you pleasure? Riker: Not as a servant. I told you, I prefer equals. Yuta: Even in the matters of love? Riker: Especially in matters of love. Yuta: I've offended you. Riker: No. I only want to make you as happy as you want to make me. You're entitled to that. Yuta: No, I'm not. Riker: Yuta. Yuta: I do not feel pleasure, or passion. I haven't been able to for a long time. Riker: I don't know who did this to you, or why, but it can change. Yuta: I wish it could. Tonight most of all. I'm sorry. Picard: Your people prepare a warm welcome. Brull: That's Chorgan's ship. Worf: Shields holding. Picard: Mister Worf, contact Chorgan. Tell him Brull has brought us to talk. Worf: Chorgan is not responding. Picard: Mister Worf, can we knock out their shields without seriously damaging their ship? Worf: I believe we can, sir. Picard: Prepare phasers and open a channel. Worf: Phasers locked. Channel open. Picard: Chorgan, this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Enterprise. All right, let's focus their attention. Mister Worf, fire phasers. Worf: Their forward shields are inoperative. Picard: Well done, Lieutenant. Worf: We are being hailed, sir. Picard: That's better. On screen. Chorgan: Brull, you traitor! You have led them here to destroy me! Picard: Chorgan, if I had wanted you destroyed, you would not be talking to me now. Obviously, I wanted something else. Chorgan: And what is that? Picard: I have on board Sovereign Marouk of Acamar Three. I want you to hear what she and Brull have to say. Brull: She's worth listening to. Chorgan: I don't wish to listen to either of you. Picard: You have no choice. Prepare to receive us. We're beaming on board. Picard out. Cancel Red Alert. Tell Sovereign Marouk meet me in transporter three. Worf: Aye, sir. Riker: You're going alone, Captain? Picard: The danger is minimal, Number One. Chorgan is unlikely to do anything rash with the Enterprise's phasers trained on his ship. Riker: There are still risks. Picard: For these negotiations to succeed I must be a mediator, not an enforcer. You have the Bridge, Number One. Brull. Picard: Chorgan, this is Sovereign Marouk. Chorgan: You may sit. Picard: Chorgan, I think you will find Marouk's proposal Chorgan: You know, Picard, I could take you prisoner. Oh, don't worry, I've no intention of doing so. I know what trouble it's been for you to get here, and I am curious why. Picard: Then let's proceed. Marouk: Quite simply, I am proposing amnesty for every Gatherer. Chorgan: Amnesty? You mean slavery. Brull: Chorgan, if you want to know what I think Chorgan: I don't. Say what you came to say, though I doubt that I'm going to believe you. Marouk: I didn't believe this very persuasive Federation Captain when he suggested that we could reconcile our differences. I'm convinced now it's the right thing, not just for you, but for us too. We need you back. I've brought some Acamarian brandy. I'm sure it's been a long time. Chorgan: No! You have spent a century hunting us down. Picard: She is trying to put an end to all that. Chorgan: Yes, by luring us back and putting us in prison. Marouk: No, by accepting you back as free men. Chorgan: Will you feed and clothe us, too? Marouk: No, of course I won't. What I will do is give you the means to feed and clothe yourselves. We've set aside some land and you can use it to Chorgan: Land? Do we look like farmers to you? Marouk: Then don't farm. Use the land as you wish. It is yours. And the moment you set foot on it, you'll be better off than you are today. You won't be running any longer. Chorgan: We will need autonomy. Marouk: Autonomy? Picard: Sovereign, we can at least acknowledge that Chorgan appears willing to discuss your offer. Marouk: There are many levels of autonomy. Certainly your region would have certain rights. Chorgan: Yes, and those rights will be spelled out before I agree to anything. Data: Commander, I'm afraid the only entry we have on Volnoth in the Acamarian database is a birth record. Riker: Probably one of the last of the Gatherers to be born on their planet. Crusher: Commander? I've been digging through the medical database from Acamar Three for hours, and I have found another victim of the same microvirus that killed Volnoth. But only one. Fifty three years ago, a Gatherer named Penthor-Mul. Riker: Data? Anything in your file on Penthor-Mul? Data: Yes, sir. He was a member of the Lornak clan. He was captured while leading a Gatherer raid on an Acamarian outpost. He died of a heart attack before his trial ended. Riker: Display Volnoth's birth record again. Crusher: Lornak. The same clan. Riker: The only two recorded deaths by this microvirus both from the same clan. What does that tell us, Doctor? Crusher: If these microbes were engineered for murder, I'd say somebody could be going after a whole family. Data: Commander, Chorgan, the present leader of the Gatherers, is also from the Lornak clan. Riker: I want to know just how this clan was involved in the Acamarian blood feuds, and I'd like to know any clue as to who their enemies were. How could this virus have been transmitted, Doctor? Crusher: More ways than I can count. And it's perfectly safe to the carrier as long as he doesn't have the same DNA patterns. Riker: Tailor made for their enemies. Data: Commander, eighty years ago the Lornaks massacred a rival clan, the Tralestas. It ended a feud that had lasted for two hundred years. Riker: Ended it? Data: According to these records, there were no survivors. The Tralestas were annihilated. Crusher: Something tells me they weren't all been wiped out. Riker: There must be a missing link here. Crusher: Computer, any members of the Acamarian delegation from the Tralesta clan? Computer: Clan affiliation is not within provided records. Data: Sir, I believe I have found a correlation between the two deaths. Your missing link. That is Penthor-Mul being led from his trial. Riker: I don't see the connection. Data: Behind him and to the left, sir. Riker: Computer, scan left and magnify. Data: The computer can extrapolate and reconstruct the rest of the face, sir. Riker: Do it. Crusher: But that photograph was taken over fifty years ago. Riker: Fifty three years ago, and she hasn't aged a day. Marouk: Three seats on the ruling council? Chorgan: If we're going to be subject to your laws, we want a part in making it. Marouk: Well I agree you're entitled to representation but not on the ruling council. Chorgan: Unacceptable. The real power is in the council. You're shutting us off already. Marouk: No! You're trying to take too much! No group has three seats on the council. Chorgan: I don't care what others have. Marouk: You only care about what you can take. Picard: Sovereign, if the situation were reversed, I'm sure you would be demanding equal levels of representation. Marouk: You're right, Captain. I apologize for my temper. Picard: Perhaps a brief pause would be helpful. Chorgan: I agree. Maybe a little touch of that brandy? Marouk: Yuta. Picard: You know, thank you, it is remarkable how very much alike the two of you actually are. Chorgan: That's ridiculous. Marouk: Really, Captain. Picard: No, I'm quite serious. You are both able negotiators, strong leaders. Brull: We don't obey weak leaders. Chorgan: We have nothing in common at all. We haven't agreed to anything. Picard: You're wrong, Chorgan. We've agreed to have some brandy together. Riker: Don't move! Chorgan: A Federation trap! Picard: Chorgan, I assure you, my First Officer has a good reason for his actions. You do, Number One? Riker: Yuta. Move away from Chorgan. Do it. Yuta: Why? Riker: Because of a man you once knew named Penthar-Mul. Chorgan: Penthar-Mul? How do you know Penthar-Mul? Riker: Tell him, Yuta. Yuta: I don't understand. Riker: You were with Penthar-Mul when he died. Yuta: It was fifty years ago. How could I? Riker: I know, Yuta. Stop! Chorgan, keep perfectly still. Your life is in danger. Step back, Yuta. Yuta: William, this is not your concern. Riker: It is now. You're about to commit a murder. Yuta: It isn't murder. It's justice. Chorgan: Who are you? Yuta: Yuta of the clan Tralesta. Chorgan: There are no more Tralestas. Yuta: Five survived the last Lornak raid. But on that day, a century ago, my life ended and my search began. I was the one chosen, transformed. My cells were altered, my aging slowed, enough to finish my task. Marouk: You used me in order to get to the last few you couldn't reach. Yuta: Yes, Sovereign. Chorgan: You will never leave this ship alive. Yuta: You're the last. Once you're dead, what happens to me doesn't matter. Riker: The wars are over, Yuta. Yuta: You cannot understand. Riker: You're right, I can't. Because I've seen the part of you that regrets what you've become. Listen to me. You don't have to do this any more. Yuta: I have no choice. Riker: You do. Yuta: William, I. I'm sorry. Riker: Stop. Riker: Yuta, don't do this. Chorgan: Commander, I am in your debt. Picard: Oh, yes, thank you. New orders from Starfleet. The rendezvous. Nothing, thank you. The rendezvous with the Goddard has been postponed. Riker: In the meantime? Picard: Starbase three four three. We're to take on medical supplies for the Alpha Leonis system. Riker: Sounds pretty routine. Picard: With the Gatherer truce in effect, it certainly should be. We won't require a full ship's complement. I'm going to extend shore leave on the starbase to anyone who wants it. Riker: I'll pass that along to the crew, Captain.

Williams: Brother John Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder? Bates: I think it be, but we have no great cause to desire the approach of day. Williams: Who's there? Data: A friend. Williams: Under what captain serve you? Data: Under Sir Thomas Erpingham. Williams: I pray you, what thinks he of our estate? Data: Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be washed off the next tide. Bates: He hath not told his thought to the king? Data: No, nor it is not meet he should. For though I speak it to you, I think the king is but a man, as I am. The violet smells to him as it doth to me, in his nakedness he appears but a man. Therefore, his fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish as ours are. Yet no man should possess him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing it, should dishearten his army. Bates: He may show what outward courage he will, but I believe, as cold a night as 'tis, he could wish himself in Thames up to the neck. Data: Methinks I could not die anyplace so contented as in the King's company, his cause being just and his quarrel honorable. Williams: That's more than we know. Bates: Or more than we should seek after. If his cause be wrong, our obedience to the King wipes the crime of it out of us. Williams: But if the cause be not good, the King himself hath a heavy reckoning to make when all those legs and arms and heads chopped off in a battle shall join together at the latter day and cry all, we died at such a place. Data: The King is not bound to answer the particular endings of his soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of his servant. Picard: Splendid, Data. Splendid. You're getting better and better. Data: Freeze program. Thank you, sir. I plan to study the performances of Olivier, Branagh, Shapiro, Kullnark Picard: Data, you're here to learn about the human condition and there is no better way of doing that than by embracing Shakespeare. But you must discover it through your own performance, not by imitating others. Riker: Riker to Picard. Sorry to interrupt, sir. Picard: Go ahead, Number One. Riker: Sensors are picking up an Riker: Unidentified craft in the Neutral Zone. Riker: It's heading toward Federation space. Picard: On our way. Picard out. We'll get to the rest of the act another time, Data. Computer, file program and clear. Data: Captain, why should a king wish to pass as a commoner? If he is the leader, should he not be leading? Picard: Listen to what Shakespeare is telling you about the man, Data. A king who had a true feeling for his soldiers would wish to share their fears with them on the eve of battle. Data: Sir, will I be able to schedule a performance for the crew in the near future? Picard: Let's not rush it, shall we? Riker: Outpost Sierra Six confirms our readings, sir. They identify it as a Romulan scout ship. Bearing two seven zero mark one four. Picard: A scout ship? What would a scout ship be doing this far into the Neutral Zone? Worf: Captain. Shall we transmit a warning to withdraw, sir? Picard: Open a hailing frequency. Worf: Aye, sir. Captain, the Romulan is hailing us. PICARD; Visual. Worf: Not within range yet. Picard: Open a channel. Setal: Federation ship, do you read? I require urgent assistance. Picard: This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Setal: Federation ship. Please, help me. Requesting asylum. Under pursuit. Riker: Pursuit? Worf: Visual range. On screen, Captain. Picard: Red Alert. Open a channel to the warship. Riker: Come to intercept course. Keep us out of the Neutral Zone. Worf: Channel is open. Riker: how long before they cross over into Federation territory? Data: Forty-one seconds, sir. Picard: Romulan warbird, this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation vessel Enterprise. You have crossed into the Neutral Zone and are engaged in hostile action. Explain yourself and your intent. Worf: No reply, sir. Picard: Hail the scout. Worf: Responding. Picard: On screen. Setal: Federation craft. Please, you must help me! Picard: We are moving to intercept. Maintain your course and power. Data: Scout ship is severely damaged, Captain. Engines inoperative, shields are down. Riker: Position? Data: Coordinates one four zero by two zero five, sir. Riker: Federation space. Picard: Right. Move to within five kilometers. Mister La Forge, prepare to extend Picard: Our shields around the Romulan scout ship. Laforge: At that range, the shields won't be able to take much punishment, Captain. Data: Five kilometers, sir. Riker: All stop. Picard: Extend shields. Laforge: Shields in place. Laforge: We've got the scout ship, Captain. Worf: Weapons on the warbird are fully powered, sir. Picard: Lock phasers. Open a channel. Worf: Ready. Picard: Romulan vessel, you are now in Federation territory. Unless you withdraw Riker: No argument? Worf: Warbird has re-entered the Neutral Zone. Heading for Romulan territory. Data: Massive power failure to the scout ship, sir. All systems are going offline, including life support. Picard: Transporter two, prepare to beam the occupant of the scout ship directly aboard. Crewman: Aye, sir. Riker: Mister Worf. Picard: Mister Data, lock onto the scout ship. Take it in tow. Riker: Energize. Setal: I must see your captain immediately. Riker: We'll take you to Sickbay, after that Setal: This cannot wait. I have information vital to your survival. Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43462.5. We have beamed aboard an apparent Romulan defector, who claims to be a low ranking logistics officer with extraordinary information about a secret offensive. Setal: The humiliating defeat at the Battle of Cheron has not been forgotten. The new leaders have vowed to diskard the treaty and claim the Neutral Zone. Nelvana Three is just the first step. Riker: You're saying an entire base has already been established there? Setal: In forty-eight hours, the reactor core will be online. Riker: So the Federation sensors that monitor the Neutral Zone just missed it? Setal: It would seem so. In two days, a fleet of Romulan warbirds will be within striking distance of fifteen Federation sectors. Worf: The Federation will not permit that. Setal: Then it is war that we're talking about, isn't it? Destroy the base now and the threat is over. Picard: Well, I'm sure you are fatigued by your ordeal and you require medical attention. Lieutenant Worf, will you accompany Sublieutenant Setal to the Sickbay. We will attend to your quarters. Setal: No doubt you will wish to question me further. Picard: No doubt. Riker: He tells a hell of a story. Picard: You don't believe it? Riker: The Empire knows that we'd never allow them to maintain a base within the Neutral Zone. Data: Commander, that would not be an atypical Romulan ploy. In their long history of war, the Romulans have rarely attacked first. They prefer to test their enemy's resolve. Riker: I think he's a plant to draw us into the Neutral Zone. Then we'll look like the aggressors. Picard: And the Romulans would have a legitimate excuse for responding in force. Riker: Exactly. Data: That would also not be an atypical Romulan ploy, sir. Picard: It's always a chess game with them, isn't it? Laforge: Well, at least he's given us the chance to get a look at some Romulan technology close up. Picard: Mister La Forge, you will lead the away team over to the scout. Commander, you and Counselor Troi will conduct Setal's interrogation. Data: Captain, permission to observe the interrogation? Picard: No, Mister Data. I need you on the Bridge with me. There is much to be done. We have less than forty eight hours to prevent a war. Or perhaps to start one. This will depend on establishing the truth of Setal: I set the auto-destruct sequencer before I left the ship. Riker: Why? Setal: Wouldn't you? To prevent your ship from being captured? Riker: Excuse me for being a little confused, Setal, but I thought you were defecting. Setal: I am not a traitor. All you can see is the opportunity to exploit me. The Federation credo, exploitation. You couldn't get aboard my ship fast enough. Strip it down. What secrets might it reveal that we can use? You're a short sighted people. Can't you understand? I came to stop a war. Crusher: If you could just hold still? With your metabolism, this will heal in a few moments. Setal: Thank you, Doctor. How fortunate you know something of Romulan medicine. Crusher: Yes. I had a chance to gain some experience recently. Setal: Ah, yes. The incident at Galorndon Core. The two officers. Worf: You are aware of a great deal for a logistics clerk. Setal: It was common knowledge. I can show you my rating code. Worf: Forged credentials are a simple matter for a spy. Setal: How do you allow Klingon pahtk to walk around in a Starfleet uniform? Worf: You are lucky this is not a Klingon ship. We know how to deal with spies. Setal: Remove this tohzah from my sight. Riker: Your knowledge of Klingon curses is impressive. But as a Romulan might say, only a veruul would use such language in public. Mister Worf, please see to the security arrangements for our guest's stay. Worf: Aye, sir. Riker: You find something amusing? Setal: Lieutenant Worf. I like him. To be more accurate, I understand him. A warrior, proud, fearless, living only for combat. Exactly the type that will get us all killed, if we're not careful. Riker: This is the food station. You can reach me through the comm. panel. Later, we'd like to ask you a few more questions. Setal: Computer, water. Computer: Temperature? Setal: Twelve onkians. Computer: This system is calibrated to the Celsius metric system. Setal: Any temperature at all on the cold side of whatever your system is. Data: There is no unusual activity in the Nelvana System, sir. Picard: Let's isolate and magnify that system. Data: Nothing on the sensors. Picard: It is hard to believe in what one cannot see. And yet conceivably, with their cloaking technology, a fleet of Romulan warships could be passing before our eyes. There must be some way to neutralize this advantage. Computer: Captain Picard, priority one message from Starfleet coming in on secured channel. Picard: In my Ready room. Computer, delay time? Computer: Two hours, twenty two minute delay from time of transmission Computer: At Starfleet Command on Lya Three. Picard: Computer, key access four one two mark eight zero. Picard, Jean-Luc. Starfleet priority code Gamma. Decode. Begin message. Haden: Captain, we have received an official protest from the Romulan Empire demanding the return of your defector. Obviously, we are refusing to comply. I join in your skepticism, but if it is a deception, the Romulans are certainly making a good show of it. The Federation Council has convened in emergency session. There is no doubt in my mind that this will eventually fall on your shoulders, Jean-Luc. You've got him. You must decide if he's telling the truth. For now, I suggest you proceed along the Neutral Zone border toward a Federation position proximate to Nelvana Three. Picard: Picard to Lieutenant Worf. Worf: Yes, Captain. Picard: Please come to my Ready room. Worf: Aye, sir. On my way. Laforge: Slow playback. Display engine logs and power data of both vessels. Now watch what happens at zero nine five four three three on the clock. The scout has sustained engine damage, forcing him to slow to point six one five impulse power. The warship should overtake him, but it doesn't. Now, just two point six seconds later, the warbird slows to precisely the same speed. Three times, three speed fluctuations. The warship kept its distance every time. I don't think they wanted to catch up. Crusher: And yet they fired at the scout ship. They could have killed him. Data: Not necessarily, Doctor. The Romulans have the same capability to direct the impact of their weapons as we do. Picard: Is there a possibility the wound could be self-inflicted? Crusher: They're very bad burns. I hardly think Picard: A possibility. Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43463.7. We're holding a position at the Neutral Zone border proximate to Nelvana Three. If our guest is telling the truth, there are twenty one hours left before the Romulan base becomes functional. Haden: The Monitor and the Hood are headed in your direction, though they will arrive too late to be of assistance. Warnings have gone out to all outposts along the border as well as several independent vessels in nearby sectors. No one here wants a war, Captain. But we are prepared to take them on if that's what they want. All Federation starships have been placed on Yellow Alert. Picard: Come. Data: You wanted to see me, Captain? Picard: Yes, Data. I want you to prepare a class one probe. Set the sensors for maximum scan. I want every meter of Nelvana Three monitored. Data: I will start my calibrations, sir. Picard: Data? Data: Is there something else you require of me, Captain? Picard: Your clarity of thought. Your objectivity, as always. Sit down. Data, it's very possible we are about to go to war. The repercussions of what we do during the next twenty four hours may be felt for years to come. I want you to keep a record of these events, so that history will have the benefit of a dispassionate view. Data: I will begin immediately, sir. Is that all? Picard: How is the crew's spirit? Data: They are concerned, of course, Captain, but confident. Do you not see that, sir? Picard: Data, unlike King Henry, it is not easy for me to disguise myself and walk among my troops. That'll be all. Picard: Now, if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the king that led them to it. Setal: Why must we waste time playing this ridiculous game? Troi: There's more here than you're telling us. You're forcing yourself to hold back. Setal: I have told you everything relevant about Nelvana Three. Troi: I'm not talking about the base. Setal: The base is all that matters. Riker: You're lying, Setal. Setal: Go to Nelvana Three, and you will see. Riker: We're not going anywhere until we get to the truth You're a spy, aren't you? Setal: No. Riker: Then prove it. You can begin by telling me something about the location and strength of the Romulan fleet. Setal: I don't know it. Riker: You're a logistics officer. Setal: For one sector only. Riker: Who's your superior officer? Setal: Admiral Jarok. Riker: The location of the Romulan bases along the Neutral Zone? Setal: I don't know. Riker: In your sector? Setal: Irrelevant. Riker: The number of troops under your admiral's command? Setal: Irrelevant. Irrelevant. Riker: I guess you're right. It's not worth playing this game. Setal: What a fool I've been. To come looking for courage in a lair of cowards. Computer: Captain Picard, priority message from security officer, Klingon vessel Bortas. Picard: Lieutenant Worf, will you handle this at security station, deck nine. Worf: Aye, sir. Data: Sensors are configured for planetary probe, sir. Ready for launch. Picard: Proceed. Data: Probe on course. Sensors are functioning. Picard: Coordinate your analysis with Mister La Forge. I want this report with dispatch. Laforge: I don't know, Data. My gut tells me we ought to be listening to what this guy's trying to tell us. Data: Your gut? Laforge: It's just a feeling, you know? An instinct. Intuition. Data: But those qualities would interfere with rational judgment, would they not? Laforge: You're right. Sometimes they do. Data: Then why not rely strictly on the facts? Laforge: Because you just can't rely on the plain and simple facts. Sometimes they lie. Data: They can lead to wrong conclusions, but they cannot lie. Laforge: What do you think? Is he a defector or not? Data: The facts to date would lead to an objective conclusion that he is not. Laforge: Somehow I think we're going to catch the Romulans with their pants down on Nelvana Three, just like he says. Data: With their pants? Laforge: A metaphor. Catching them in the act. Data: Because your gut tells you so? Laforge: Exactly. But you can't always go with your gut either. It's a combination, Data. Right, I'll put it to you this way. All these feelings that get in the way of human judgment, that confuse the hell out of us, that make us second guess ourselves, well we need them. We need them to help us fill in the missing pieces because we almost never have all the facts. Data: So a person fills in missing pieces of the puzzle with his own personality, resulting in a conclusion based as much on instinct and intuition as on fact. Laforge: Now you're getting it. Data: But what does one do if he has no instinct and intuition? Laforge: Data. Look at this. The facts just took a left turn. Data: As the probe went into orbit around Nelvana Three, it began picking up low level subspace radio emissions. Picard: Could they be naturally occurring? Data: No, sir. The patterns are clearly artificial. Laforge: The signal was so faint our ship sensors couldn't read it from this distance. Picard: Can we decode it? Laforge: We've tried. It's probably Romulan but we can't be sure. We've also picked up ionization disturbances. Data: Cloaked Romulan ships could produce that effect. Picard: What about the planet surface? Laforge: Reading nothing but barren rock. I don't know. They might be able to hide a base from our probe. Its capabilities are limited. The only way we'll know for sure is if we go and take a look for ourselves. Picard: That'll be all, gentlemen. Setal: I take it you have never seen a Romulan before. Data: That would be an incorrect assumption. Setal: Then why do you invade my privacy? Data: I was attempting to ascertain what my guts tell me about you. Setal: You're the android. I know a host of Romulan cyberneticists that would love to be this close to you. Data: I do not find that concept particularly appealing. Setal: Nor should you. Data: I am told by various crewmembers that this viewport is their favorite on the ship. Setal: I thought it would bring me some comfort. But these are not my stars. Even the heavens are denied to me here. Synthetic swill. I don't suppose your food terminals would be capable of producing a Romulan ale? Data: I am afraid they would require the molecular structure of the beverage in question. And, as you are no doubt aware, our knowledge of your planet is quite limited. Setal: The loss is yours. For I have visited over a hundred different worlds, and none possessed the awesome beauty of Romulus. Data: Am I correct in assuming you regret your decision to come here? Setal: What I did had to be done. But to never again see the firefalls of Gath Gal'thong, and the spires of my home as they rise above the Apnex Sea at dawn. It's a bitter thing to be exiled from your home. Data: It does appear unlikely you will ever be allowed to return to your planet. Setal: The cold reaction of an android. Data: But perhaps we can bring Romulus to you. Computer: Program complete. Data: Run program. Data: After you. Setal: The valley of Chula. I know it well. Data: You are free to stay here as long as you wish. Setal: I no longer live here. Turn it off. Data: Cancel program. Setal: This. This is my home now. My future. I have sacrificed everything. It must not be in vain. Arrange a meeting between myself and Captain Picard. Tell him Admiral Jarok wants to see him. Haden: Captain, we have confirmed that you are holding Admiral Alidar Jarok. He has been identified as the commander at the massacre at the Norkan outposts. The Council strongly advises that you to consider Jarok an unreliable source of information. Picard: Bring him in. Picard: Ensign, will you wait outside? Have a seat, Admiral Jarok. Jarok: Captain, there is no more time. Picard: Admiral, have a seat. You see, I'm just not convinced that you are telling the truth. Jarok: What must I do? Picard: You must convince me. If I had irrefutable evidence? But you did not bring irrefutable evidence. You brought no evidence at all. Now, here, you are not the man you claimed to be. Admiral, your credibility is stretched beyond belief. A Romulan defector is almost a contradiction in terms. But Admiral Jarok crossing the lines? Jarok: I explained my motives to your interrogators. Picard: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Peace in our galaxy. Except, Admiral, you are not a man of peace. Your military record, what we know of it, is clear. Jarok: which is precisely why I chose an alternate identity here. Picard: The massacres in the Norkan outposts, for example. Jarok: What you call massacres were called the Norkan Campaign on my world, Captain. One world's butcher is another world's hero. Perhaps I am neither one. Picard: On what basis, Admiral, am I to decide? Your good word? Are you willing to help us overpower the Romulan B-type warbirds we may encounter? Are you prepared to help us detect them through their cloaking shields? You see my problem, Admiral. You ask us for faith in circumstances which are hardly possible to believe, compounded by lies and your refusal to tell us all you know. Jarok: I cannot betray my people. Picard: You've already betrayed your people, Admiral. You've made your choices, sir. You're a traitor. Now, if the bitter taste of that is unpalatable to you, I am truly sorry. But I will not risk the lives of my crew because you think you can dance on the edge of the Neutral Zone. You've crossed over, Admiral. You make yourself comfortable with that. Jarok: Do you have any children, Captain Picard? A family? Picard: No. Jarok: Then you have sacrificed too much for your career. Picard: Yes, this is all very interesting. Jarok: There comes a time in a man's life that you cannot know. When he looks down at the first smile of his baby girl and realizes he must change the world for her. For all children. It is for her that I am here. Not to destroy the Romulan Empire, but to save it. For months, I tried desperately to persuade the High Command that another war would destroy the Empire. They got tired of my arguments. Finally I was censured, sent off to command some distant sector. This was my only recourse. I will never see my child smile again. She will grow up believing that her father is a traitor. But she will grow up. If you act, Picard. If we stop the war before it begins Picard: I can't. And I won't. Unless I have unequivocal cooperation. Picard: Admiral Jarok has provided me with the locations, strengths and tactical plans of the Romulan fleet. Mister La Forge, he is prepared to give you data regarding engines, weapons and the cloaking systems of the warbird class starship. But I believe his experience as a field commander will be more valuable for its strategic sense than in the technical areas. Laforge: Any edge'll help, Captain. Picard: Don't depend on it. For all we know, he may still be lying, but we shall find that out soon enough. Number One, set course for Nelvana Three. Second officer's log, stardate 43465.2. We have entered the Neutral Zone in direct violation of the Treaty of Algeron. Presuming Romulan warships are cloaked and monitoring us, we expect heavy resistance as we approach Nelvana Three. Riker: Tactical? Worf: Nothing on sensors. Riker: I don't like it I would've expected a greeting party. Picard: You echo another noteworthy commander in a similar circumstances, Number One. A countryman of yours, George Armstrong Custer when his Seventh Cavalry arrived at the Little Big Horn. Riker: May we have better luck. Data: Approaching Nelvana system. Picard: Engage impulse engines. Riker: Nelvana Three on screen. Still no sign of them on sensors. In a way, I'd rather be fighting my way this, It's just too damned easy. Picard: Prepare to enter standard orbit. Data? Data: Scanning the planet, sir. No life forms, no power sources, no weapons systems. Riker: No indication of a base at all? Data: No, sir. Picard: The subspace signal the probe detected? The ionization disturbances? Data: I am picking them up, sir, but I cannot identify the source. They seem to be moving in an orbital path with an eight hundred kilometer apogee. Picard: Lieutenant Worf, bring the Admiral up here. Worf: Aye, sir. Riker: Maybe they abandoned the planet after he defected. Data: There is no scarring on the planet surface that would denote heavy construction of any kind. Riker: A cloaking device of some sort, to hide the entire base? Data: A cloaking device operating on the surface would be given away by visible distortion effects. Picard: Perhaps you'd care to explain why we're here, Admiral. Riker: There doesn't appear to be a base. Jarok: I don't understand. Picard: Nelvana Three, Admiral. No base, no weapons, no sign of any life at all. Jarok: But I saw the tactical communiqués. The records. Timetables for completion. An entire legion was assigned to the section. Picard: Is it possible they could have been feeding you disinformation? You said that you had been censured. Reassigned, four months ago. They knew of your dissatisfaction. Could all this have been to test your loyalty? Jarok: No. No. It's impossible. Picard: They let you escape with an arsenal of worthless secrets. What other explanation is there? Riker: Permission to withdraw from the Neutral Zone? Picard: At your earliest convenience, Number One. Riker: Helm, bring her round one hundred and eighty degrees. Geordi, get us out of here. Laforge: I hear you, Commander. Worf: Two Romulan warships uncloaking. Coordinates Worf: Shields holding. Riker: Damage? Laforge: Minor damage in the secondary hull. Laforge: Power transfer fields may be pinched off. Laforge: I'm working on it. Worf: Captain! Picard: Not yet, Mister Worf. This is just a tap on the shoulder, or we wouldn't be here talking about it. Worf: The Romulans are hailing us. Picard: On screen. Tomalak: Captain Picard, I hardly expected to see you again so soon. It seems this time you are the one who has made an aggressive move across the Neutral Zone. Picard: Commander Tomalak, as I'm sure you already know, we were responding to a warnings of Romulan incursions at Nelvana Three. Tomalak: But, Captain, as you can see, there is no incursion. Picard: And the matter of the unidentified subspace radio emissions, and the ionization disturbances? Tomalak: Ah, you must mean our orbiting probe. We are studying Nelvana Three for archeological research. Picard: With a cloaked satellite? Tomalak: Really, Captain, would you have us believe this satellite is an excuse for your aggressive charge across the Neutral Zone? Picard: You can believe what you wish. We will be on our way. Tomalak: Without even an apology, Captain? Picard: If an apology will do, then I offer it. Tomalak: I'm afraid it won't, so I will save you the humiliation. Picard: Get to it, Tomalak. Tomalak: You see, Picard, after we dissect your Enterprise for every precious bit of information, I intend to display its broken hull in the center of the Romulan capitol as a symbol of our victory. It will inspire our armies for generations to come, and serve as a warning to any other traitor who would create ripples of disloyalty. Jarok: All the communiqués, all the timetables, all the records. They were all fiction, written for my benefit. A test. A test of my loyalty. And you used me to lure the Enterprise into the Neutral Zone. Tomalak: First, Captain, you will return the traitor Jarok, then you will surrender as prisoners of war. Picard: Do you seriously expect me to accept those terms? Tomalak: No, Captain Picard, I expect you won't. You have thirty seconds to decide. Picard: I do not require one, Tomalak. Tomalak: I urge you, Captain Picard, surrender. Consider the men and women you would lead into a lost cause. Picard: If the cause is just and honorable, they are prepared to give their lives. Are you prepared to die today, Tomalak? Tomalak: I expected more from you than an idle threat, Picard. Picard: Then you shall have it. Mister Worf. Worf: Aye, sir. Worf: Klingon warships armed and ready, sir. Picard: What shall it be, Tomalak? Tomalak: You will still not survive our assault. Picard: You will not survive ours. Shall we die together? Tomalak: I look forward to our next meeting, Captain. Worf: Romulan disruptors powering down, sir. Picard: Cancel red alert. Mister Worf, will you extend the appreciation of the Federation and my personal gratitude to the Klingons. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Take us back, Number One. Jarok: I did it for nothing. My home, my family. For nothing. Crusher: He ingested a Felodesine chip. He must have brought it with him. I'm sorry, Captain. There was no antidote. Riker: A letter to his wife and daughter. Data: Sir, he must have known it would be impossible for us to deliver this. Picard: Today, perhaps. But if there are others with the courage of Admiral Jarok, we may hope to see a day of peace when we can take his letter home.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43489.2. We have arrived at Angosia Three, a planet that has expressed a strong desire for membership in the Federation. Prime Minister Nayrok has taken Commander Riker and me on a tour of the capital city. Picard: Well, I'm greatly impressed with everything I've seen so far, Prime Minister. Nayrok: Then I hope it will reflect favorably in your report, Captain. Riker: It's a tribute to your people that you were able to recover so rapidly from the Tarsian War. Nayrok: It is indeed. We are not warriors. We believe reason can settle disputes. But not every culture agrees with our position. Picard: An unfortunate reality. Nayrok: The development of the mind, the cultivation of the intellect, these are the pursuits to which the Angosians have dedicated themselves for centuries. Zaynar: Prime Minister. I'm sorry to interrupt, but we have a problem. May I see you for a moment? Nayrok: Excuse me, gentlemen. Yes, what is it? Picard: Well, I think they'll make a fine addition to the Federation, Number One. Riker: I'm not sure I'd like to live in this place. A little stuffy for my taste. Nayrok: A prisoner has escaped from the penal colony on Lunar Five. Two guards are dead. The prisoner has taken a transport vessel. Riker: Do you have means of pursuit? Nayrok: The tracking station was sabotaged. The entire base is in chaos. We have ordered ships from the surface to follow him, but to be honest, our civilian pilots are not trained for this. Riker: With your permission? Mister Data, a stolen transport vessel has departed from Lunar Five. Riker: Have you picked it up on the sensors? Data: Yes, Commander. Riker: Good. Riker: Detain the vessel and quarantine the pilot. Is he armed? Nayrok: Yes. And extremely dangerous, Commander. Lunar Five is a maximum security facility. Riker: Did you read that, Data? Data: Yes, sir. Data: We will use extreme caution. Riker: Keep us informed. Riker out. Worf: On screen, sir. Data: Specifications on the vessel, Mister Worf? Worf: No warp drive. Minimal weaponry. Data: Heading, Mister Crusher? Wesley: Three one nine mark two five oh, sir. Laforge: Vessel's speed increasing to point oh two impulse. He's seen us, Data. Laforge: That's the ship's drive section Wesley: What happened to the rest of the ship? Data: Scan the drive section for life form readings. Worf: None. Data: Bring us around to the back side of the asteroid, Mister Crusher. Laforge: Sensors indicate wreckage on the asteroid's surface, Data. Worf: No life signs. Data: Apparently, he did not survive. Wesley: Data, the drive section. Where'd it go? There's no sign of it on its previous heading. Someone must be at the helm. Riker: Status report, Mister Data? Data: I am afraid the prisoner has eluded us, sir. Picard: Eluded the Enterprise? Data: We followed procedures precisely, Captain. Scanners indicated no life forms present in the drive section. I cannot explain how he escaped. Worf: Incoming message from the Angosian Prime Minister. Picard: On screen. Nayrok: Captain, we've identified the prisoner. His name is Roga Danar. His criminal record is too long to go into, but I must caution you that he is given to bouts of uncontrollable violence. Picard: I appreciate your warning, Prime Minister. We will keep you informed of our progress. Riker: Geordi, how far and how fast can that transport ship travel? Laforge: Without warp drive, there's no way he could be out of our range by now. Wesley: We've been sweeping the area constantly, Commander. There's nothing within sensor range. Picard: A cloaking device? Worf: Sir, the Angosians have no cloaking technology. Riker: Unless he's borrowing one. If he's hanging over the planet's pole, the magnetic field would confuse our sensors. Data: Commander, I believe I can recalibrate our sensors to read through the electromagnetic interference over the poles. Riker: Let's try it. Mister Crusher, realign for polar orbit. Wesley: Aye, sir. Data: There he is, Commander. You were correct. Riker: This guy knows all the tricks, doesn't he. Data: There are still no life form readings coming from the vessel. Laforge: Could it be the magnetic interference, Data? Data: I have compensated. Still no readings. Picard: We'll have an answer shortly. Lock on tractor beam, Mister La Forge. Laforge: Tractor beam locking on, sir. Data: He is coming about, sir. Riker: He's out of his mind! Worf: Sensors detect a massive power build up in his aft thrusters. Picard: On main viewer. Laforge: He's making a suicide run. Data: Shields have been automatically activated. Tractor beam disengaged. Wesley: He bounced off the shields. Riker: That's an interesting twist. Picard: Mister Crusher, fix coordinates onto that vessel. We'll just beam the whole thing to a shuttlebay if we have to. Data: I do not believe that will be necessary, Captain. He is no longer in the drive section. Picard: What? Data: I anticipated that diversionary tactic based on his pattern to date. We are picking up a cylindrical object approximately seven meters in length and three meters in diameter. Worf: On screen. Picard: Magnify. Wesley: An escape pod. Laforge: This guy's incredible. Data: Yet there are still no life form readings. Picard: Transporter room four, prepare to beam aboard from inside that shuttle anything large enough to be a humanoid adult. O'Brien: Aye, sir. Worf: Security team, report to transporter room four. Security: On our way, sir. O'Brien: We're holding the contents in stasis pending arrival of security. An illicit weapon has been detected in the transport beam, sir. O'Brien: It's been rendered inoperable. Riker: Work, let's greet our guest. Security: Bring him in, Mister O'Brien. Security: Just stay where you are. O'Brien: More security, transporter room four. More security! More security! Riker: Get him to a detention cell. Set phasers on maximum stun. O'Brien: Commander. Nayrok: We'll need a few hours to get the containment field on Lunar Five operational before we pick him up. The damage he did during his escape was considerable. Picard: We will await your signal. Nayrok: I appreciate your patience. The prison psychologist recommends that you keep Danar fully sedated until he's ready for transport. Picard: Well, he's in our highest security detention area. There shouldn't be any more problems. Nayrok: Do not relax your security for an instant, Captain. He is extremely violent and very cunning, as you already know. I will send a transport vessel to pick him up as soon as possible. Nayrok out. Riker: Have you run a diagnostic on the sensors, Data? Data: Yes, sir. There is nothing wrong with the ship's sensors. The reason we did not sense life signs aboard the escape vessel is because the prisoner has no life signs. Riker: Computer, identify the occupant of the detention cell. Computer: The detention cell is vacant at this time. Riker: He's in there. Picard: Could he be some kind of android? Data: Our sensors can identify artificial lifeforms, sir. Apparently, he is capable of deceiving the sensors. Troi: Are you all right? Roga: What is this ship? Troi: You're on board the USS Enterprise. Roga: A war vessel? Troi: A Federation starship. Roga: Federation! Troi: We were orbiting Angosia when you escaped from Lunar Five. Roga: It seems that I am a victim of my own bad timing. And you are the keeper of this jail? Troi: I'm Deanna Troi, ship's Counselor. Roga: Counselor? Too bad. I'd rather you were a jailer to keep me company during my return trip. I assume we are returning to Lunar Five. Troi: That terrifies you. Roga: I just killed three men to get out of there, Counselor, and I'm fully capable of killing you as well. That's terrifying thought, isn't it? Even to me. Troi: Do they mistreat you there? Roga: Not at all. I am comfortable, well fed and housed. Oh no, the Angosians take good care of their prisoners. It's simply a matter of never being able to leave. What about you, Counselor? Do you always visit the prisoners? Are you a specialist in criminal behavior? Or am I just an interesting specimen that landed on your ship like an insect to be studied under your microscope? Troi: Why do you have all this anger toward me? Roga: A girl with long dark hair broke my heart a long time ago. Out of bitterness and resentment, I turned to crime. How about this one? My mother abandoned me when I was a little boy. I never got the guidance that a wild young man needed. Troi: Why are you doing this? Roga: Playing games? Isn't that what you do, Counselor? Isn't that what all of you mind control experts do? Troi: I am not a mind control expert. I came here because I sensed you were in pain. Roga: And what do you sense now? Troi: The pain is gone. Roga: It's interesting, isn't it? Troi: There's a duality in the man. It's hard to describe. He's aware of his crimes. In fact, they trouble him deeply. Picard: Counselor. Troi: He's intelligent, thoughtful, typically Angosian. I know what he's done, but when I'm with him I cannot believe he is randomly and deliberately violent. in fact, inherently, he has a non-violent personality. Picard: Counselor, it took five men to restrain him and he took apart half of the Transporter Room in the process. Troi: I'm not opening the door for him, Captain. I can only tell you that I sense something very unusual about him. Something that is not inherent to a criminal personality. Picard: In a few hours, I'll be turning him over to the Angosians, and I'll be happy to do it. Troi: I understand. Troi: Data, do we have a link up to the Angosian central computer? Data: Yes, Counselor. We are copying records for Federation inspection pursuant to their application for admittance. Troi: Can I see a police record on Roga Danar? Data: There is no police record. Troi: That's impossible. He's been in prison. Data: Lunar Five is a military prison facility. Troi: Military? He's a soldier ? Data: That may provide an explanation for the tactics he was able to use against us when we tried to capture him. Troi: It doesn't say here what he was arrested for. Call up his military record. Data: He served in many campaigns during the Tarsian War, received two promotions, to the rank of Subhadar. A very honorable tour of duty Troi: What was this man's crime? Troi: I've learned you are a soldier. Roga: I was a soldier. Troi: Why were you put in prison? Roga: Obviously, because I am a threat to society. Troi: There's no police record. What did you do? Roga: Everything they asked me to do. That's why I became such a threat. Troi: I don't understand. Roga: Why are you bothering to try, Counselor? Troi: Because I want to help, if I can. Roga: Unlock the door. Troi: You are a non-violent man, yet you committed acts of excessive violence. Roga: You can learn to do it if you have to. Troi: Did you have to? Roga: It was war. Troi: So it started with the war? Roga: It started the day I volunteered, Counselor. The day I began training. The day I met my first instructor. And he also called himself a counselor. Troi: Roga Danar was an idealistic young man who answered his people's call to service. He joined the military to fight for the Angosian way of life. What he didn't realize was that by doing so he would have to give up that way of life for ever. He's not the same man who left home to go to war. He's been through intense psychological manipulation and biochemical modifications. Crusher: At Troi's request I examined him. His cell structure has been significantly altered. They used a combination of cryptobiolin, triclenidil, macrospentol and a few things I can't even recognize. Riker: Was he a prisoner of war? Who did this to him? Troi: His own government. He's been programmed to be the perfect soldier. He can be absolutely normal, but when a danger is perceived, the programming clicks in and takes over. Memory, strength, intelligence, reflexes, all become enhanced. He's conditioned to survive at any cost. Crusher: One of the new substances in his cellular structure even shields electrical impulses. Data: Perhaps that would explain why our sensors did not detect him. Picard: Why was he assigned to the Lunar Five facility? Troi: He committed no crime. He says he was ordered there with others like him. When the first soldiers returned to Angosia, they had trouble. The rules changed too quickly. A lost temper could result in murder. Data: Counselor, did no one try to adjust their programming? Troi: They were just exiled to Lunar Five. Picard: Lunar Five, an orbiting gulag. Roga: What do you want? Data: Am I disturbing you? Roga: Yes. Data: Then I will leave. Roga: NO. Wait, wait. I'd rather talk to someone. Why do you have yellow eyes? Data: I am an android. I believe you and I have something in common. Roga: We do? Data: Yes. We have both been programmed. Roga: Ah, yes, yes. You've been talking to Counselor Troi. It is not at all the same, android. Data: I do not mean to belittle your condition. I understand your dilemma. But I am curious. My program can be altered. Yours cannot? Roga: The man I was is still inside me, but this conditioning has been imposed. Woven together with my thoughts and my feelings and my responses. How do you separate the program from the man? Data: Without further analysis of your condition from Counselor Troi or Doctor Crusher, I cannot say. But I believe it is possible. Roga: Yeah, doctors! The Angosian doctors did this to me. If it could be undone, wouldn't they undo it? Data: I cannot answer that. Roga: Nor can I, yet I ask myself that question every moment of every day. Nayrok: Captain, what this man has been telling you is full of half-truths. He's a prisoner. What do you expect him to say about us? Picard: Well, perhaps you would clarify it for me. Nayrok: The soldiers were resettled on Lunar Five. It was to be their colony. Picard: Was it a resettlement of their choosing? Nayrok: It was for their own protection as well as that of others. Most of them were quite happy there. We went to great lengths to give them a fine quality of life. Picard: Prime Minister, even the most comfortable prison is a prison. Nayrok: Unfortunately, a few agitators like Danar forced us to add security. Picard: My medical team suggests there may be alternative treatment. Nayrok: Captain, I assure you that every alternative has been explored. And this discussion is now treading upon matters of internal security, which is not your concern. I have dispatched a ship to rendezvous with you to transport the prisoner back to Lunar Five. On behalf of Angosia, I thank the Federation for its assistance in retrieving our citizen. Picard: Matter of internal security. The age-old cry of the oppressor. Roga: Were you built for combat, android? Data: No. But my program does include military strategy. That is how I was able to anticipate your final tactic and capture you. Roga: You did that? Perhaps you would be better at combat than you think. Data: Except that I am not programmed to kill. Roga: My improved reflexes have allowed me to kill eighty four times. And my improved memory lets me remember each of those eighty four faces. Can you understand how that feels? Data: I am incapable of any feeling. Roga: Why, then I envy you. Troi: Roga, this is Captain Picard. Roga: Captain. Picard: Mister Danar, I'm transferring you to Angosian security. They're en route. They will arrive shortly. I wanted to tell you I have no choice. The Prime Minister insisted and we have no right to refuse. Roga: You would be foolish to consider it otherwise, Captain, for they are very correct. I am dangerous. There is no place for me in a civilized society. Troi: I do not believe that. Data: Nor do I. Picard: I respect my officers' judgments. I wish I could help further. If a way appears to me, I will. Roga: I appreciate your telling me that face to face. Picard: I thought you deserved that much. Roga: And you deserve to know that I must use whatever means I can to escape. Worf: Captain, the Angosian transport vessel has arrived. Picard: Inform them the transfer will take place shortly. Picard out. Mister Data, to the Bridge please. Roga: Take care of yourself, android. I enjoyed our talk. Data: I too. Troi: Perhaps when this planet becomes a member of the Federation, we'll be able Roga: I will not be there to see it, Counselor. Because even with this overwhelming demand to survive that they've built into my soul, I would rather die than return to Lunar Five. Wagnor: Captain Picard, we're ready to receive the prisoner. Now transmitting the coordinates of our holding cell. Data: Coordinates received, sir. Picard: Stand by for transport. Picard out. Mister Worf, have all security precautions been taken? Worf: Release of the force field and activation of the transporter will be virtually simultaneous. There will only be a point one second difference between them. Riker: Even Danar can't move that fast. Worf: There will be a full security contingent present. Picard: Proceed. O'Brien: Transporter room one to Lieutenant Worf. We're ready, sir. O'Brien: Energizing. Worf: O'Brien, increase transporter power. O'Brien: I'm losing him. Troi: Roga, don't! You'll be killed! O'Brien: What the hell? Riker: Security personnel, full alert. Shut down all shuttlebays, transporters, and turbolifts. Worf: Captain, a phaser is missing. Worf: We must assume that he is armed. Picard: Sound general quarters. Clear corridors of all non-essential personnel. I don't want him taking any hostages. Data: General quarters sounded, sir. Picard: Raise security containment fields immediately on decks thirty four, thirty five, and thirty six. Security: Aye, sir. Riker: Data, put the turbolifts back online. If Danar sees they're operating, he may try to use them. Soon as he does, we have him. Data: Sir, unauthorized access of turbolift five on deck thirty four. Riker: He took the bait. Picard: Data, override its destination. Divert that turbolift to a position near Lieutenant Worf's present location. Data: Four seconds to arrival, sir. Worf: We're in position. Worf: Phaser on overload! Seal this deck. Worf: Captain, the overload has been averted. Roga: Drop force field on deck thirty six. Data: Sir, containment field down on deck thirty six. Riker: How the hell did he manage that? Picard: He's headed for Engineering. Riker: Riker to La Forge. Engineering, respond. Riker: Engineering!. Engineering, come in! Geordi, are you okay? Data: Captain, someone in Engineering is attempting to override the security system lockout. Riker: Riker to Worf, he's in Engineering. Worf: Acknowledged, Commander. We're on our way. Picard: Data, I want you to stall Danar. Allow him to think he's succeeding. Data: As he bypasses each subsystem, I can re-route it without his knowledge. Picard: Make it so. Data: Danar is extremely adept, sir. I am not certain which security measure he is attempting to circumvent. Sir, Danar has succeeded in restoring power to shuttlebay two. Data: I have overridden Danar's bypass. Shuttlebay two is once again inactive. Picard: Very good, Mister Data. Now we know where he's headed. Worf: Geordi! Laforge: I'm all right. He took us by surprise. He came out of nowhere. I didn't think anyone could move that fast. Data: Lieutenant, I am reading an open panel. K twelve, J nine, deck thirty. Worf: Acknowledged. Laforge: Danar must have climbed up the reactor core and got into a Jefferies tube. He could be anywhere. Worf: We believe he is attempting to reach shuttlebay two. Laforge: That's twenty five decks up from here. Quite a climb, but I wouldn't put it past him. Worf: There is a full contingent of security at all shuttlebays. Laforge: You want my advice? Double it! Data: Captain, reading another open access panel. Picard: Security team to Jefferies tube J four, deck fifteen. Security: Security acknowledged. Riker: Deck fifteen, a few decks below the shuttlebay. Data: Sir, I find it highly unlikely that Danar would be attempting to reach shuttlebay two. Picard: Explain. Data: In our previous encounter, Danar employed a strategy of misdirection in an attempt to gain his objective. Picard: And you believe he's using the same tactic now. Data: He is aware that our sensors are unable to track him, yet he seems to be purposely leaving a trail for us to follow. Riker: Where do you think he's headed? Data: I am afraid his true destination remains a mystery. Readings now indicate an open access panel in Jeffries tube N eleven, deck thirty eight. Picard: He's doubled back on us. Riker: The cargo bays. Picard: Advise all personnel on deck thirty eight to stay out of the cargo bays. Picard: Status, Mister Data? Data: They appear to be empty, sir. Picard: Good. I want you to flood them with anestazine. Data: Aye, sir. Data: Sensors show anestazine concentration seventy parts per million within the cargo bays. Riker: That should have put our boy to sleep. Picard: Return environmental conditions to normal, Mister Data. Move in your security teams, Mister Worf. Worf: Acknowledged. Worf: Worf to Bridge. We have found no sign of the intruder. But there is a missing pressure suit Worf: From cargo bay three. Picard: Pressure suit? Riker: Could be he's planning to enter shuttlebay two from outside the Enterprise, bypassing the security guards. Picard: Mister Worf, post security guards at all emergency airlocks on decks Picard: Thirty seven through thirty nine. Worf: Aye, sir. I'll also cover the photon torpedo launchers. Danar may attempt to leave the ship that way. Worf out. Worf: Danar! You are cunning. You must have Klingon blood. But the battle is over. Roga: My battle is never over. Worf: Worf to Bridge. I have Danar. Data: Explosion in Jefferies tube section T nine five. All external sensors inoperative. Riker: Go to backup systems. Data: Unable to transfer control, sir. Roga: Sit down, gentlemen. Worf: Worf to Bridge. Picard: Go ahead. Worf: Danar has escaped. Worf: He used a phaser to power the cargo transporter. Coordinates indicate he beamed aboard the Angosian transport ship. Picard: Data, can you verify that? Data: Negative, sir. All external sensors still nonfunctioning. Picard: Then we have no way to track him. Riker: That was his plan all along. First officer's log, supplemental. We are continuing to repair damage to the ship's sensors following the escape of the Angosian prisoner, Danar. He is still at large. Riker: Engineering, I'm getting readings on Tactical. Are we back up? Laforge: That's affirmative, Commander. Picard: Mister Worf, sweep the area. Data: Captain, the Prime Minister is hailing us. Priority one. Picard: On screen. Worf: Priority channel cleared. Picard: Yes, Prime Minister? Nayrok: Captain, I've just been informed that Roga Danar has attacked the penal colony on Lunar Five. Picard: Attacked it ? Nayrok: In our own police shuttle. Several of my people have been wounded. Hundreds of prisoners are rioting. Some of them have escaped with Danar and at last report are headed to the capital city. Captain, we are not suited to handle situations like this. That's what we created them for. Picard: I'll send an away team, Prime Minister. Picard out. Counselor Troi, Commander Data, Mister Worf, you will accompany me to the planet. Picard: And my understanding is these men are programmed to survive. Is that correct? Troi: Yes, Captain. Picard: And that they will not kill unless their survival is at stake? Data: It is against their nature to do so, Captain. Picard: Then let us hope they do not believe their survival is at stake. Riker: Mister Worf, you are personally responsible for the Captain's safety. Worf: I understand, Commander. Nayrok: I don't expect them to listen to reason. I loathe the idea of a violent confrontation, but we must be prepared. Nayrok: This is all you've brought? Where are your security men? Picard: We're not here to fight your wars for you. Nayrok: They have been seen moving toward the center of the city. People are scared. Don't you understand, Captain? They're dangerous. Picard: You are dangerous. They're only victims. You made them what they are. You asked them to defend your way of life and then you diskarded them. Zaynar: They were not happy here. Troi: They were not welcome here. Zaynar: It was the will of the people to resettle them. Nayrok: No one was pleased with the solution, but we had to act for the greater good. Data: Prime Minister, if you have the skills to create a master soldier, can you not contradict the effect? Nayrok: The chemicals can be removed from their systems, but we're not convinced that the psychological conditioning can ever be entirely reversed. Data: Have you tried, sir? Nayrok: We studied it thoroughly. Even before the training began, we knew there would be problems reversing it. It was a risk we had to take. Worf: Did you reveal that risk to the men who volunteered for service? Nayrok: We were helping them to survive the war, you understand? They needed these skills. Picard: They're your brothers, your sons, and you turned your backs on them. Troi: There are methods of treatment. Until you try them, how can you know they won't work? Even a partial recovery could give them some peace. Zaynar: It was the will of the people. Troi: To allow them to suffer? Nayrok: There was a referendum. The people weighed the costs involved. They chose the resettlement solution. Zaynar: Besides, we may need to use them again some day. Picard: Have you understood one word that we've said? Roga: Freeze! Nobody move! Picard: No, Worf! All of you. Don't respond. Don't provoke them further. Keep those weapons down unless you wish to be killed. Nayrok: Do as he says. Roga: No! Don't. Shoot us. Destroy us. Do what you have to do. But you will not ignore us. Go on, do it! Roga: Cowards. Picard: Yes, and you are not programmed to murder cowards. So if they will not fight back, what will you do? Roga: We will not go back. Nayrok: You are programmed to survive. You can survive at the Lunar Five settlement. Roga: To survive is not enough. To simply exist is not enough. Troi: Roga, tell them what you want. Roga: We want our lives back. We want to come home. Nayrok: I am not prepared to negotiate under threat, Danar, but if you will put down your weapons and return peaceably to Lunar Five, I would be willing. Roga: Mister Prime Minister, with all due respect, you will have to force us. Or at least try. Nayrok: Captain, you must do something. Call your ship. Picard: Quite right, Prime Minister. Enterprise, prepare to beam the away team back. Riker: At your command, Captain. Nayrok: Picard, you can't leave us like this. Picard: I have all the information I need for our report. Your prisoner has been returned to you and you have a decision to make. Whether to try to force them back or welcome them home. In your own words, this is not our affair. We cannot interfere in the natural course of your society's development, and I'd say it's likely to develop significantly in the next several minutes. It's been an interesting visit. When you're ready for membership, the Federation will be pleased to reconsider your application. Mister Riker, four to beam up. Riker: Aye, sir. Riker: Success, Captain? Picard: Number One, will you note in our report that if the government of Angosia survives the night, we will offer them Federation assistance in their efforts to reprogram their veterans. Riker: And if the government doesn't survive? Picard: I have a feeling they will choose to. Mister Crusher, set coordinates for Starbase Lya Three. Wesley: Coordinates set, Captain. Picard: Engage.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43510.7. The Enterprise has put in at Rutia Four to deliver medical supplies following an outbreak of violent protests. Although non-aligned, the planet has enjoyed a long trading relationship with the Federation. Now, a generation of peace has ended with terrorist attacks by Ansata separatists, who are demanding autonomy and self-determination for their homeland on the western continent. Recreational shore leave has been prohibited and all away teams have been beam down armed. Data: We have only a few minutes before our next meeting, Doctor. Crusher: It's all right. We're finished. Waiter? Worf: Doctor! Policeman: Keep back! Crusher: Put that away. I'm a doctor. Just lie still. Try not to move. Crusher: Lieutenant Worf, I need some bandages, disinfectant, something with alcohol in it. Worf: Doctor, it is not safe. Crusher: That's an order, Lieutenant. Crusher: Don't be afraid. There's a lot of bleeding, but it's not as bad as it looks. Policeman: The Klingon's right. These Ansata, they're madmen. There could be another bomb. Clear this area. Everyone out of the plaza. Data: Doctor, I believe it would be prudent to return to the Enterprise. There are physicians on this planet. Crusher: Who are not here. I am. Worf: Doctor. Crusher: Thank you. Crusher: Thank you. Katik: Not at all, Doctor. Data: Captain, there has been an incident. Data: A bomb has been detonated by Ansata terrorists. Picard: Your security status? Data: Vulnerable, sir. Picard: Transporter room three, lock onto the away team, prepare to beam them back. Crewman: Yes, Captain. Data: Sir, I've recommended such a course, but there are several wounded people and Doctor Crusher Data: Is insisting on attending to Picard: I understand. Picard to Doctor Crusher. Crusher: Go ahead. Picard: Doctor, Commander Data has informed me of your situation. Crusher: I already know what you're going to say. Picard: Doctor, will you at least allow me to Crusher: The longer we argue, the longer Crusher: It's going to take me to save Picard: Doctor, you are endangering yourself and the away team. Crusher: Captain, I am trying to put life back into a wounded body with sleight of hand. I'm not going anywhere. Data and Worf Crusher: Don't have to stay. Crusher out. Picard: Transporter room, do you have lock on the away team? Crewman: Aye, sir. Shall I transport them? Riker: I don't want to be in the transporter room to greet her. Picard: Commander Data. Picard: Hold your position until the Rutian medics arrive. Data: Aye, sir. Worf: The tricorder is not reading any other explosive devices in this vicinity. Alexana: Get out of the way! Crusher: You don't understand. I'm a Data: A transporter would leave residual ionization in the air. Our tricorder readings found no trace after the incident. Riker: People don't just appear and disappear. There must be some way to track her. Data: We have been unable to detect a signal from her communicator. Either it has been deactivated or she is being held in a shielded location. Picard: Why her? Worf: Sir, I believe she was the intended target of the abduction. Riker: Why would they want to take a Federation hostage? Their fight doesn't involve us. Worf: It does now. Finn: You hungry? You want something to eat? Finn: I doesn't matter to me. You want to be hungry, be hungry. What's your name? You're a doctor on a Federation starship. I always wondered what it would be like to travel across the galaxy. It's not something I've exactly had time for. This isn't the best way to meet new people, is it? If you need anything, ask for me. My name is Kyril Finn. They know me. Troi: We have no reason to believe she's been hurt in any way. Picard: In fact, it's more than likely that they will take good care of her, if they want to use her as a bargaining chip. Wesley: Bargaining chip? Troi: The innocent often become the pawns in conflicts of this type, Wes. Picard: You see, the Ansata separatists have been trying for generations to freed themselves from the rule of the eastern continent. If they can get the government just to acknowledge their demands, then kidnapping your mother will have served its purpose. I think that may be what they're after, but it may not. Frankly, Wesley, I don't care. My only concern is to get your mother back. Very shortly, we shall be leaving to have a meeting with the authorities. Wesley: Request permission to be on the away team, sir. Picard: No. You have an important job to do here. If we are to free your mother, then we have to be able to trace the movements of the terrorists. I want you to work with the team that are investigating this new technology of theirs. Wesley: I understand. Picard: Report to Mister Data. Dismissed. Troi: He needs your strength right now. Picard: History has shown us that strength may be useless when faced with terrorism. Picard: And what exactly is Ansata policy with regard to hostages? Alexana: I doubt they have one. They don't usually take hostages. These are not people we're dealing with here. They're animals. Fanatics who kill without remorse or conscience. Who think nothing of murdering innocent people. Picard: But they could just as easily have shot her where she stood. Alexana: Don't ask me to explain them. I can't. The atrocities that I've seen. And now they have this new device that makes them even more deadly. How do I combat an enemy who fails to register on any scanner until they're literally standing in front of you, pointing a phaser at your head? Riker: What can you tell us about this device? Alexana: Not much, really. They first started using it two months ago. We've taken several of these off dead terrorists. Our people have looked at them Nothing they can explain Riker: Do you mind if we take one of these with us and have our people study it? Alexana: Not at all. And I'll put you in touch with our research people, if you wish. Picard: I appreciate your help. Alexana: Perhaps if we found ourselves in possession of some of that advanced Federation weaponry of yours, it would shift the balance of power back to our favor. Picard: Of course you know that is out of the question. Alexana: Yes, of course. Picard: I would like to leave Commander Riker to assist in your search for Doctor Crusher. Alexana: If you like. Riker: You don't sound very optimistic. Alexana: I know my enemy, Commander. They don't leave much room for optimism. Finn: You hungry? You want something to eat? Relax, relax. I'm just going to Finn: Now eat something. What's the point of not eating? You're the only one who suffers. Do I look like it's bothering me? Okay, it's bothering me. Come on. Finn: No forks. Sorry. Did I mention my name is Finn? And you're? Crusher: Why have you brought me here? Finn: I need a doctor. Crusher: There are doctors on Rutia. Finn: I need someone better. I heard you were with the Federation flagship and I knew you had to be. Crusher: Who told you that? Finn: I heard. Now you'll help me, just like you helped them. Crusher: What are you talking about? Finn: Your ship carries medical supplies for them, for the other side. Why does the Federation ally itself with the Rutians? Crusher: We don't. All we did was bring Finn: Medical supplies. Crusher: People were hurt. Finn: I know. I hurt them. You're finished eating. Get up. Get up! Crusher: I have a son. Finn: You'll be with him again, Doctor. I see no reason to kill you. Crusher: I need some instruments from my ship in order to diagnose this. Finn: You think if I allow you to contact your ship, they will transport the instruments? Crusher: When I inform the Captain how serious the situation is, I'm sure he'll agree. I've told you, Finn, the Federation is not allied with Rutians. We're here on an errand of mercy. Finn: And since the Federation does not wish to take sides, they will send the supplies that you need. Crusher: Absolutely. Finn: I've anticipated your needs. Crusher: These are Federation supplies. The ones we had delivered to the medical dispensary. Finn: I heard. Riker: You mean to tell me all these people belong to the Ansata? Alexana: No, not really. We suspect the organization itself only to consist of some two hundred members. There are over five thousand names on this list, citizens we know to be sympathetic to their cause. They pass along weaponry and information, march in pro-Ansata demonstrations, participate in general strikes or the occasional riot. Riker: How did this ever get started? Alexana: Seventy years ago we denied them independence. That gave them a noble cause. Now it's just an excuse for more violence. Riker: You hate them as much as they hate you. Alexana: Believe it or not, I always considered myself moderate. Riker: What changed your mind? Alexana: Being stationed here for six months, watching the body count grow. The three assassination attempts on my life. Riker: Well, that'll change your point of view. Alexana: The event that really opened my eyes took place only a few days after my arrival. A terrorist bomb destroyed a shuttlebus. Sixty schoolchildren. There were no survivors. The Ansata claimed that it was a mistake, that their intended target was a police transport. As if that made everything all right. That day I vowed that I would put an end to terrorism in this city. And I will. Crusher: Thank you. You're very helpful. You could learn to do this when you grow up. If you grow up. Crusher: They're dying. I'm seeing a complicated set of conditions. Their DNA is warped somehow, and it's distorting their entire cellular chemistry. Finn: You can't do anything? Crusher: I can make them more comfortable. That's all. The damage is too extensive. Crusher: If I could detect their condition earlier Finn: You could reverse the damage? Crusher: Perhaps. I don't know. What happened to them? Finn: It's the inverter. It's given our cause a new life, but it asks for our lives in return. Crusher: What does it do? Finn: We transport through a dimensional shift that the Rutian sensors can't trace. Crusher: Dimensional shifting? You can't do that with humanoid tissue. Finn: There are risks, the designers told us, But it works. Crusher: You're showing the same distorted readings. Not as severe as the others, but Finn: It doesn't matter. Crusher: It does if it kills you. Finn: Don't you know? A dead martyr's worth ten posturing leaders. Data: A subspace field coil with an isolated power source. Curious. Laforge: Hey, guys. Come here. Look at this. The Rutian team picked up a faint nuclear vibration during the terrorist movements. Wesley: Nuclear vibration? Data: That could possibly indicate subspace transition rebound during transport. Wesley: Wait a minute, wait a minute. May I? Computer, call up the files on. What was his name? We spent two hours on him in astral physics last year. Folded-space transport. Laforge: Adaptive transport. Wesley: Yes. Data: Are you referring to the Elway Theorem? Wesley: Yes. Computer, call up the files on the Elway Theorem. What if they're using inter-dimensional travel? Data: But the Elway Theorem proved to be entirely inaccurate. All research was abandoned by the mid-twenty third century. Wesley: But Data, look, the nuclear vibrations are the same, and Elway used a model similar to this. Laforge: It would certainly be untraceable by any standard method of detection. Data: But it was proven to be fatal. To use this technology would be an irrational act. Picard: We may be dealing with irrational people, Data. Is there a way to trace this? Laforge: With an adaptive subspace echogram, maybe? Data: Captain, anyone who is willing to transport in this manner, would suffer significant internal damage that could be detected. Picard: It sounds as though they may require the services of a doctor. Riker: This is no way to live. Alexana: For us or them? Riker: For both of you. Alexana: I know it's not pretty, Riker, but this is what terrorism has done to this city. Riker: There's got to be a better way to deal with it than this. Alexana: My methods may seem harsh but believe me, they're gentle compared to my predecessors. Suspects would be brought into police headquarters and mysteriously vanish. I put a stop to that. Riker: What happened to your predecessors? Alexana: They were murdered. Riker: Are you going to tell me that little boy's a threat? Alexana: It's possible. That shuttlebus I told you about? The bomb was set by a teenager. In a world where children blow up children, everyone's a threat. Crusher: It's okay. Over there. Crusher: You should be drawing, not killing people. Finn: I can do both. Crusher: How can you have such a casual attitude toward killing? Finn: I take my killing very seriously, Doctor. You are an idealist. Crusher: I live in an ideal culture. There's no need for your kind of violence. We've proven that. Finn: Your origins on Earth are from the American continent, are they not? Crusher: North America. Finn: Yes, I've read your history books. This is a war for independence, and I am no different than your own George Washington Crusher: Washington was a military general, not a terrorist. Finn: The difference between generals and terrorists, Doctor, is only the difference between winners and losers. You win, you're called a general. You lose Crusher: You are killing innocent people! Can't you see the immorality of what you're doing or have you killed so much you've become blind to it? Finn: How much innocent blood has been spilled for the cause of freedom in the history of your Federation, Doctor? How many good and noble societies have bombed civilians in war, have wiped out whole cities. And now that you enjoy the comfort that has come from their battles, their killing, you frown on my immorality? I am willing to die for my freedom, Doctor. And in the finest tradition of your own great civilization, I'm willing to kill for it, too. Alexana: All right. You can go. Policeman: Next man. Alexana: If you want, I could become more persuasive. Riker: No. Alexana: You're Katik Shaw, the waiter from the Lumar Cafe. You witnessed both the explosion and the kidnapping. Katik: I saw nothing. Alexana: We're aware of your ties with the Ansata. For all we know you planted the bomb yourself. Where have they taken her? Katik: I don't know what you're talking about. Riker: I've had enough of this. I want you to take a message back to your people. You tell them the Federation is willing to negotiate for the release of Doctor Crusher. Alexana: Riker! Riker: She's a Starfleet officer. She's my responsibility. Your people have terms. We're willing to listen. We want her back. It's as simple as that. I don't think it's necessary to detain this gentleman any longer. Alexana: Get out. Alexana: I should have him followed, but we'll try it your way. Riker: Is that what you want? Alexana: What I want is to go home. Back to my own country. To leave behind the roundups, the interrogations, the bodies lying in the street. To be able to walk without bodyguards, and to not have to jump at every unexpected noise. That's what I want, Riker! Data: A dimensional jump can create subspace pressure modulation, Captain. By setting up a magnetosphere echogram that can monitor each of their movements, we may be able to collect enough data to trace their power source. Picard: Can you estimate the number of jumps it will take? Data: Dimensional shifting is such an unstable procedure, sir, that I cannot say. Sir, I am finding it difficult to understand many aspects of Ansata conduct. Much of their behavioral norm would be defined by my program as unnecessary and unacceptable. Picard: By my program as well, Data. Data: But if that is so, Captain, why are their methods so often successful? I have been reviewing the history of armed rebellion and it appears that terrorism is an effective way to promote political change. Picard: Yes, it can be, but I have never subscribed to the theory that political power flows from the barrel of a gun. Data: Yet there are numerous examples where it was successful. The independence of the Mexican State from Spain, the Irish Unification of 2024, and the Kensey Rebellion. Picard: Yes, I am aware of them. Data: Then would it be accurate to say that terrorism is acceptable when all options for peaceful settlement have been foreclosed? Picard: Data, these are questions that mankind has been struggling with throughout history. Your confusion is only human. Katik: Finn, everyone is being rounded up. Finn: Because of her? Katik: The Federation wants to negotiate her release. Finn: While they arrange for the Rutian police to fill up the detention cells. Katik: A Starfleet officer is working with the director. He wants a meeting with you. Finn: I'm sure he does. Your Federation colleagues have engineered mass arrests to pressure me into releasing you. Crusher: I'm sure you've misunderstood. Finn: They're working with the police. He's seen it with his own eyes. Crusher: All they want is to get me back safely. Finn: I'm not releasing you. I need you here. Crusher: To find a way to reverse the effects of the dimensional shift? I can do that right now. Stop using it! I have a life, Finn. I have a son who needs me. Finn: Is your son on the ship? Crusher: Yes. Finn: I'm sorry he's on the ship. Crusher: No. Finn: They have joined forces with the Rutians against us. Crusher: We are not your enemy. Finn: They are more valuable to me than an enemy. For seventy years we have shouted, and no one's heard us. Destroy the Federation flagship, someone will listen. Crusher: Please. Finn: They are the ones who interfered. They are the ones who sent medical supplies. They are the ones who organized mass arrests. They are killing your son, not me. Crusher: Please, Finn, don't do this. I will do anything you ask. Finn: I had a son, too. He was thirteen when he died in detention. Crewman: What? Worf: Intruder alert, deck twelve. Wesley: Another subspace reflection. Dimensional shift, sir. Picard: Go to Red alert. Sound general quarters. Laforge: Security to Engineering. Worf: Intruders in Engineering Data: Casualties reported on deck twelve. Sickbay responding. Picard: Seal off all decks. Lock on transporters to the intruder signals. Crewman: Intruder signals unstable, Captain, I cannot lock on. Data: They are moving inter-dimensionally. Neither transporters nor forcefields will contain them, sir. Laforge: Explosive charge on the main warp chamber. Picard: Transporter room three, lock on the explosive device and energize. Crewman: It's scrambling the sensors, Captain. I can't pinpoint it. Picard: Begin emergency evacuation. Stand by for saucer separation, Mister La Forge, can you remove the charge from the engine core? Laforge: I'm trying. Hold on. Laforge: They've got it locked on somehow. Stand by. Laforge: Transporter room, lock on my signal and stand by to transport two kilometers off the starboard nacelle. Troi: His signal? Laforge: Transporter Room, now! Picard: Mister La Forge, report. Laforge: Transport complete, Captain. I have a man down. Wesley: More dimensional shifts, sir. Picard: Can you calibrate their destination? Wesley: No, sir, the readings are Troi: Security. Code one emergency. Security! Troi: Lieutenant Worf is recovering in Sickbay. The wound was not severe. Riker: Dead? Injured? Troi: Three dead, four wounded. Laforge: Another millisecond, there'd have been a big dust cloud orbiting Rutia instead of the Enterprise. Riker: Why? I just asked if they would talk. Alexana: You have your answer, Riker. Wesley: Sir, the next time the Ansata use their dimensional jump we should be able to get a fix on the power source. Picard: Worf went down. I don't know if he's alive or dead. And there were other casualties. Crusher: Was Wes on the Bridge? Picard: Yes. He took cover. I didn't see any more than that. But you all right though? Crusher: Yes, they needed a doctor. Picard: The side effects of the transport? Crusher: Yes. Picard: We're getting closer to tracing their movements. Actually, it was Wesley who put us onto this dimensional jump of theirs. He has been extraordinary, Beverly. He's going to make a very fine officer. Crusher: He's had good role models. I'm sorry. If I'd only gone back to the ship. Picard: I should have beamed you up. Crusher: You wouldn't dare. Picard: Oh yes I would, and should. Crusher: Without my permission? Picard: If you don't follow orders. Crusher: If you'd give reasonable orders, I'd obey. Picard: Doctor, I will be the judge of reasonable. Crusher: There aren't any exits to the surface. Picard: So the only way out is by the transporter. Or the dimensional jump. Crusher: A mode of travel I'd encourage you to avoid. It's killing them. Picard: They're mad. Crusher: I don't know any more. The difference between a madman and a committed man willing to die for a cause. It's all become blurred over the last few days. Picard: Beverly, I don't have to remind you of the psychological impact of being a hostage. Crusher: I know. I understand that. But their leader, Finn, he's not what you'd expect. Picard: No, he's certainly not what I would expect. Without cause or reason, he and his little band of outlaws has attacked my ship! Crusher: But he did have reasons. The medical supplies, the arrests. Jean-Luc, if we really examined our role in all this Picard: Beverly, you are arguing for a man who may have murdered your son. Finn: I didn't kill your son, Beverly. We weren't able to destroy the ship. We had to settle for him. She wouldn't even tell me her name. I call her Doctor. Picard: You have made a grave miscalculation. Finn: Oh? Picard: You have assaulted a Federation starship, killed and wounded several members of her crew, kidnapped two of her officers, and you don't expect a response? Finn: On the contrary, I'm counting on it. Picard: You want Federation involvement? Finn: Captain, the Federation has a lot to admire in it, but there's a hint of moral cowardice in your dealings with non-aligned planets. You're doing business with a government that is crushing us and you say you're not involved. You're very, very much involved. You just don't want to get dirty. Picard: You accuse us of cowardice while you plant bombs in shadows? Finn: I am been fighting the only war that I can against an intractable enemy. Now, I'm fighting a big war against a more powerful adversary. Can't you see how that helps me? Crusher: I'm afraid I can't. Picard: He's added another chair to the negotiating table. Finn: You added the chair, Captain. I am simply forcing you to sit in it. The Federation will quickly tire of our little war. They'll want you back. They will want to get as far away from Rutia as they can. And I will not make it easy. Eventually, the Federation will force the government into make concessions. And then a few more, and then a few more. Until we can finally reach an honorable agreement that saves face for all sides. Except we win. Picard: You understand I will not cooperate with you in any way. Finn: You've already cooperated, Captain, just by coming here. Finn: I am not here to hurt you. Just hear what I have to say. Your people are safe. How long they stay that way depends on you. We demand an embargo and trade sanctions levied against Rutia. The Federation will blockade the planet. No ships will be allowed in or out. This will continue until the government of Rutia consents to talks mediated by a Federation council. You have twelve hours to make your decision. Wesley: Got it. We've pinpointed the Ansata base to some three hundred kilometers from the city, on the southern tip of the continent. Data: Sensors indicate it is located thirty meters below the ground, implying a cavern-like dwelling. Riker: Any passages leading to the surface? Data: Our readings show no evidence of any, Commander. Riker: Any light they have must be artificially generated. Alexana: If we could shut that down, you could use the confusion to find your people. Worf: Request permission to join the rescue party, sir. I owe it to the Captain. Riker: Permission granted. You have the bridge, Mister Data. Data: Aye, sir. Wesley: Commander? Good luck. Riker: We'll bring her home, Wes. Finn: You're glad to see your Captain. Crusher: Yes. Finn: I may have to kill him. I just wanted to warn you. Crusher: He can help you, Finn. He is very influential. Finn: He will not help us. Crusher: If you could just convince him that your cause is Finn: You may be able to convince him, perhaps. Not I. Crusher: I've talked to him. I'll try. Finn: If our places were reversed, I would expect to die. Crusher: Your places would never be reversed. He would never forcibly abduct you or play games with your life. He would treat you with respect. Finn: I've treated you with respect. Crusher: You've scared the hell out of me, Finn. You've controlled me through fear just like you've tried to control this whole continent. Finn: You haven't tasted real fear yet, Doctor. Crusher: Is that the best you can do? Is fear the only weapon you have? Finn: No, but it's a good one. Crusher: You know what scares me the most, Finn? It scares me to think that you might win this fight and gain real power. Finn: Doctor. I don't want you to fear me. Riker: Generator's right over there. Picard: Beverly, how dangerous would another ride through the inverter be to us? Crusher: I don't know. But I don't want you to start thinking about Picard: Beverly, it is our obligation to think of escape. Crusher: He's prepared to kill you. Picard: An excellent reason to escape. Do you think you've gained his confidence? Picard: Indeed you have. And more. This might prove to be an advantage to us. Crusher: Jean-Luc, there are some things I want to tell you in case we don't get out of this. Picard: Have they found us? Voices: Turn those circuits on. Sandor, come with me. Do we have any emergency power? Police: Freeze! Hold it right there. Hands up. Hands up, let's go. Crusher: Finn! Crusher: He's dead. Riker: You didn't have to kill him. Alexana: As a prisoner he would have been a focus for violence as his followers tried to free him. Now, he's a martyr. But the death toll might go down, at least in the short term. It's an imperfect solution for an imperfect world. Picard: Riker! Crusher: No more killing. Alexana: Already another one to take his place. It never ends. Riker: He could have killed you. He didn't. Maybe the end begins with one boy putting down his gun. Crusher: I hear I owe my rescue to you. Wesley: I was just part of the team. It's good to have you back. Both of you, sir. Picard: Take us out of orbit, Mister Crusher. At your convenience.

Data: Captain, we have arrived at Tanuga Four. The away team has completed its survey of Doctor Apgar's work and is ready to return to the ship. Picard: Good. Please. And feel free to examine the work of the other students too. Data: Ensign Williams' striking style is heavily influenced by geometric constructivism. Data: Lieutenant Wright has effectively fused the incongruities of the surrealists with the irrationality of Dadaism. Data: Interesting. Picard: Oh, thank you. In what way? Data: While suggesting the free treatment of form usually attributed to Fauvism, this quite inappropriately attempts to juxtapose the disparate cubistic styles of Picasso and Leger. In addition, the use of color suggests a haphazard mélange of clashing styles. Furthermore, the unsettling overtones of proto-Vulcan influences Picard: Thank you, Mister Data. Data: You are welcome, sir. If I can be of further assistance Picard: No! Thank you. Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43610.4. After completing a delivery of dicosilium to the Tanuga Four research station, our away team has received an update from Doctor Nel Apgar on his efforts to create Krieger Waves, a potentially valuable new power source. Picard: Welcome back, Mister La Forge. Laforge: Thank you, sir. Picard: Where's Commander Riker? Laforge: He's still on the station, sir. Doctor Apgar wanted to have a word with him. Picard: Any problems? Laforge: Not with the scientific part of the mission, no, sir. Riker: Riker to Enterprise. I'm ready to leave, now. Laforge: I'm sure Commander Riker will be able to explain everything, Captain. O'Brien: Stand by, Commander. Engaging transport. O'Brien: Transporter Room to Engineering. I have a power drain. Picard: Transporter Room! Is Commander Riker aboard? O'Brien: Not yet, Captain. I'm having trouble clearing the signal O'Brien: Transporter Room to Bridge. O'Brien: He's aboard. Riker: Why do you sound so surprised, Mister O'Brien? O'Brien: For a moment, we weren't sure you left the space station in time. Riker: In time for what? O'Brien: It just exploded, sir. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Commander Riker has informed me that Doctor Apgar was the only one aboard the space station when it exploded. We remain in orbit investigating the accident. O'Brien: I've gone through the whole system, Captain. I can't find any malfunction in the transporter. O'Brien: Nothing that would cause an explosion like that Picard: Why was there a power drain before transport? O'Brien: I don't know, sir. Picard: I shall want an answer to that. I'm sure the Tanugans will too. O'Brien: Yes, sir. Data: Captain, the radiation and debris are consistent with an overload of the station's reactor core. Picard: Were there any indications of reactor core problems while you were on the station? Laforge: No, sir. Picard: Number One? Mister La Forge indicated that this was not an entirely routine mission. Riker: It's a long story, sir, but I'm sure it doesn't have anything to do with this accident. Worf: Captain, Chief Investigator Krag of the Tanugan security force requests permission to beam aboard. Picard: Granted. Will you escort him to the Bridge, Mister Worf. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Perhaps you had tell me as much as possible prior to his arrival, Number One. Worf: I'm Lieutenant Worf, head of ship's Security. I will take you to the Captain. Picard: Chief Investigator, welcome to the Enterprise. I'm Captain Picard. This is my First Officer, Commander William Riker. Krag: Commander Riker, I am here to take you into custody. Riker: Custody? On what charge? Krag: Suspicion of murder. Riker: Murder? Now wait a minute, you can't come on Picard: Chief Investigator, we are perfectly willing to cooperate with you, but Krag: Then release the prisoner for transportation to the planet. Picard: Let's continue this discussion in private. Number One, you have the Bridge. Picard: Just what is the evidence against my officer? Krag: Two witnesses have come forward to describe Commander Riker's threats against Doctor Apgar. Picard: Threats? I'm aware there was a private conversation between them. Krag: Apparently, it was much more than just a private conversation, but he will have a chance to prove his innocence. Picard: Investigator, in our system of jurisprudence, a man is innocent until proved guilty. Krag: In ours, he is guilty until he is proved innocent, and you are under our jurisdiction. If I understand the Federation regulations on these matters, and I just happened to look them up before I Picard: I am aware of Federation regulations, sir, and if you investigate them further, you will find the captain decides if extradition is warranted. Krag: Are you saying it is not? Picard: I'm saying, if there is sufficient cause to warrant a trial, I will release my officer into your custody. Krag: Would you say you're close to your First Officer, Captain? Picard: That question is irrelevant here. Krag: Really, Captain, you cannot believe that. How can I expect a fair and impartial decision? Picard: I must protect the rights of my officer. Krag: I can appreciate that, but you will do it on the planet, not here. After all, what if you were suddenly to decide to leave this star system? Picard: You have my word as a Starfleet officer that I will not. Krag: Unacceptable. Captain, you will turn him over to me for interrogation now. Picard: Interrogate him here. Krag: We must recreate, step by step, moment by moment, all the events leading to the explosion. We will require access to all the witnesses, as well as the data from the lab's ground computers. It would be impossible to accomplish here. Picard: Perhaps not. Mister Data, will you report to my Ready Room? Data: Aye, sir. Picard: We may be able to assist you in recreating the events. Picard: Commander Data, this is Chief Investigator Krag. Commander, by taking testimony from the away team and from witnesses provided by the Investigator, would it be possible to program the Holodeck to recreate what happened on the science station? Data: It would require construction and design specifications, full orthographic representations of the Krieger equipment, as well as visual representations and voice analyzes of the persons involved. But it is possible. Krag: Very well. Arrangements will be made to provide you with all available information. I shall return shortly with our witnesses. Picard: Commander, will you escort Investigator Krag to Transporter Room Three. Picard: Ensign Crusher, Mister La Forge, we are going to recreate the research station here on the holodeck. I want you to work with Commander Data on the preparations. In addition, Commander La Forge and Commander Riker, I want you to give the computer detailed depositions of everything you saw, everything you heard while you were on board. Counselor, I want you to assist me during this inquiry. My decision about the extradition will be based upon the evidence presented during these recreations. Riker: Captain, may I have a word with you? Picard: Under these circumstances, Number One, I think that would be inappropriate. Second officer's log, Stardate 43611.6. Programming of the holodeck has taken eighteen hours eleven minutes, and is now complete. All participants have entered their depositions. Technical schematics and complete records from the lab's ground computers, as well as Doctor Apgar's personal logs, have been included. The recreations will have a nominal eight point seven percent margin of error. Picard: Is there anything you'd like to say before we begin, Number One? Riker: Just this. I'm not a murderer. I went to the Tanugan lab as an official representative of Starfleet. I acted accordingly. I was there to evaluate Doctor Apgar's progress in the development of a Krieger Wave converter. That's all I was interested in. Computer. Load deposition program Riker one. Run the simulation. Riker: Doctor Apgar, I'm Commander William Riker. Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge. Apgar: My assistant, Tayna. Well, let's get on with it, shall we? Manua: Don't be in such a hurry, dear. Perhaps our guests would care for some refreshments. Apgar: My wife, Manua. Riker: A pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Apgar. If you're prepared to get started, so are we. Apgar: Of course I'm prepared. Riker: All right, why don't you give me the overview of your research while Mister La Forge and your assistant take a look at the experimental data. Apgar: Fine, whatever. I must say, Commander, I resent this early arrival. Starfleet will get its converter. I've had a few setbacks, that's all. Riker: We're not here to pressure you, Doctor. We just want an update on your progress. Apgar: Tayna, show the Commander's assistant whatever he wants to see. Give him full access to our records. Tayna: Yes, Doctor. If you'll come with me. Our lambda field generator is on the planet since it requires a minimum of five thousand kilometers for the field to collimate. Manua: Really, darling, you're being rude. After all, Commander Riker is willing to sit through all your prattle about Krieger Waves. Let's have a drink, Commander, and we'll hear all about Krieger Waves. Riker: To your success, Doctor. Manua: And the rewards that come with it. Apgar: Riker, what is Starfleet doing here anyway? My delivery wasn't scheduled for another three months. Riker: We were in this sector on another mission, and since you had already contacted Starfleet about additional dicosilium, it seemed like a good opportunity. Manua: How interesting. Tell us about this other mission. Riker: It's just a study of a proto-star cloud. The Enterprise'll be back tomorrow. Apgar: The Enterprise just left you here? Riker: We didn't want to inconvenience you. We've made arrangements for quarters on the planet. Manua: I won't hear of such a thing. Commander, I insist you and Mister La Forge stay with us. Apgar: I hardly Manua: I know that you would prefer to be alone with your very important work but I, for one, am glad for the company. Manua: Good. I must apologize for my husband's lack of social graces. He may be one of the great scientific minds in the galaxy, but he does come up a bit short in other areas. Krag: Wait a moment. Stop. Picard: Computer, freeze program. Krag: Then it's your testimony that it was Mrs. Apgar's idea for you to spend the night aboard the space station. Riker: It's my testimony and it's the truth. Picard: Resume program. Manua: Our guest quarters aren't luxurious but I've tried to make this room warm and inviting. Riker: I'll be very comfortable, thank you. Good night. Manua: The environmental controls are over here. Riker: I'm sure I'll find everything I need. Manua: And the door shuts by touching this panel. Riker: Mrs. Apgar. Manua: This is my sanctuary. Privacy is very important on a small station. I'm left alone here. Often for hours. Riker: It's late. I am tired. Manua: Are you still tired, Commander? Riker: Ma'am, excuse me. I really think that you ought to leave. Apgar: I knew I'd find you with him. Did you think I didn't notice how you looked at him? I'm not the fool you take me for. Riker: Doctor. Riker: Doctor, believe me. This has been a terrible mistake. Apgar: You won't get away with this. I'll see to it. I swear I will, Riker. Picard: Freeze program. Riker: I didn't see Doctor Apgar until the following morning when he asked to see me alone. Commander La Forge returned to the Enterprise. Resume program. Apgar: I suppose if I make a formal complaint, your report on my work won't be very good. Riker: Doctor, this is going to have no impact on my report. It was a misunderstanding of the worst kind. We could straighten the entire thing out if you would ask Mrs. Apgar to join us. Apgar: My wife and my assistant have transported down to the planet. What are you going to put in your report, Riker? That there is no justification for all the extra dicosilium I've requested? That is why they sent you early, isn't it? Riker: Doctor, I Apgar: I can explain why I needed it. They have no idea what my problems are. There are explanations for all of it. Riker: I don't need explanations. Apgar: Then we have nothing further to say to each other. Riker: I'll tell my Captain to expect your grievance. Apgar: Do that. Riker: Riker to Enterprise. I'm ready to leave. Now. O'Brien: Stand by, Commander. Engaging transport. Riker: Freeze program. Then I returned to the Enterprise. Krag: And you have nothing further to add, Commander? Nothing about firing a phaser? Riker: I never fired a phaser on the science station. Krag: That's odd. Very odd. Captain Picard, is it not true that your sensors detected an energy drain just as Commander Riker began transport? Picard: That's correct. Krag: Have you been able to explain it? Picard: Not to my knowledge. Krag: We have. Our readings are quite clear about it. Information retrieved from the lab's ground computers indicate that a focused energy pulse was fired just as Commander Riker began transport. Furthermore, by analyzing the angle and trajectory, we have determined that it came from the very spot Commander Riker was standing. So then, will you allow me to show you my recreation of the end of this story? A speculation, if you will. Computer, run hypothetical Krag one. Riker: Riker to Enterprise. I'm ready to leave. Now. O'Brien: Stand by, Commander. Engaging transport. Krag: Freeze program. Three seconds later, the station exploded. Laforge: The Tanugans are right. Something was fired at the reactor core just before transport. Data: The energy signature would seem to indicate a phaser-like blast. Wesley: Well, it wasn't the commander's phaser. It couldn't have been. There's another answer. We're just not seeing it. Data: Was there anything else in the lab capable of creating this kind of energy discharge? Laforge: Not that I saw. Besides, how do you account for the fact that it came from Commander's Riker's exact position. Damn it, I should have stayed with him. Worf: Commander, sensors indicate a radiation burst on deck thirty nine, outside cargo bay twelve. Data: Source? Worf: Unknown, sir. Data: Computer, identify type of radiation. Computer: Emission is not consistent with any known radiation. Worf: It is subsiding, sir. Wesley: What kind of radiation could do this? Make any sense to you? Laforge: I don't recognize it. Not even the main deflector puts out that kind of spillage. Wesley: Where would it be coming from? Laforge: I don't know, Wes, but whatever it is, it's capable of putting a hole in solid duranium. Krag: In a sense we have already met Mrs. Apgar, so we shall dispense with introductions. Picard: Mrs. Apgar, you understand the purpose of this hearing? Troi: We understand how difficult this will be for you. If you need a recess, please, don't hesitate to ask. Picard: Would you like to make a statement before we begin? Manua: No. I just know he did it. He killed my husband. Krag: Computer, load Manua simulation one. Krag: Run program. Manua: If you greet them with such a long face they're going to assume something is wrong with the experiment. Apgar: I just need time. A little more time. Manua: I'm certain they'll give you the time you need if you just show a little charm. Apgar: You do that so much better than I do. Manua, someday I'll be able to reward you for all your patience. I'll get you everything you ever dreamed of. Manua: I have all the reward I need. Now go on, I'll be right in. Riker: Doctor Apgar? Riker: I'm Commander William Riker. Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge. Apgar: My assistant, Tayna. Well, let's get on with it, shall we? Manua: Don't be in such a hurry, dear. Perhaps our guests would like some refreshment? Apgar: My wife, Manua. Riker: It's a pleasure to meet you, Manua. Apgar: I'm anxious to get started. Riker: If you wish. Apgar: I must say I resent your early arrival, Commander I have much work to do. Riker: Doctor, I'll do everything in my power to make this as painless as possible for both of us. Do you assist your husband in his work? Manua: Oh, dear, no. I'm no scientist. Riker: No, neither am I. Manua: But I find this all fascinating, don't you? Riker: Mister La Forge, why don't you take a look at the doctor's experimental data. Later, you can give me an overview. Apgar: Fine. Whatever. Starfleet will get its Krieger wave converter. These things take time. I've had a few setbacks, that's all. Riker: Doctor, I'm not trying to put any pressure on you. I'm sure my report will only underscore the need for continued support of your research. Apgar: Tayna, I'll call up the records. Show the Commander's assistant whatever he wants to see. Tayna: Yes, Doctor. If you'll come with me? Our field generator is on the planet, since it requires a minimum of five thousand kilometers for the field to collimate. Manua: Darling, let Tayna take care of that. I'm sure Commander Riker wants to hear how close you are to a breakthrough. I'll pour the two of you a drink and you can talk all about Krieger waves. Manua: Commander. Apgar: To success. Riker: Success. Apgar: Well, in a way, I suppose it's good that you're early. Manua's right, it gives me a chance to show you the progress we've been making. Riker: I'd appreciate it if Commander La Forge and I could stay here until the Enterprise returns. Manua: It's a little inconvenient. Riker: It would help to accelerate the process. Apgar: Well, if you wish, Commander. Now, where shall I start? Well, first of all, you should know that I am very close to being able to collimate a Krieger field. Manua: Our guest quarters are very modest. Riker: Very charming. It has your touch. Manua: The station is small, and we don't often have guests. I use this as my sanctuary. Riker: Who do you need sanctuary from? Manua: The environmental controls are here. Manua: Commander, please. It's late and I'm tired. Riker: A man more interested in Krieger waves than in a lovely woman like you. How is that possible? Manua: My husband is one of the great minds in the galaxy and we love each other very much. Manua: Please don't. Riker: It must be very lonely. A princess in a very high tower. Manua: Please, my husband will be looking for me. Riker: Your sanctuary, remember? Manua: Commander, don't, please! Riker: She's lying! That never happened. Picard: Freeze program. Manua: Please. Riker: Captain, you know I would never act like that. Picard: Commander Riker! Riker: This isn't me. I wasn't the one who closed the door. I didn't proposition her and I certainly didn't try to rape her. Why are you doing this? Manua: It's exactly what happened. Troi: Will, come on, sit down. Krag: Resume program. Manua: Please. Apgar: I knew you'd try this, Riker. Do you think I didn't notice how you looked at her? I'm not the fool you take me for. Apgar: You won't get away with this. Your career is over. I'll see to it. I swear I will, Riker. Riker: If you report this, you'll be making a terrible mistake, Doctor. A terrible mistake. Krag: Freeze program. Manua: Your career was safe. He was a scientist. In another day some fascinating bit of technical trivia would have distracted him. He would have forgotten about you and his complaint to Starfleet. Excuse me. Picard: We'll, um, we'll take a short recess. Riker: Why would she lie like that? She was lying. You could tell. Troi: Will, I didn't sense any deception from her. Riker: Then you think that I? Troi: No! No, of course not. I know you. You don't have to convince me of anything. Riker: We can't both be telling the truth. Troi: It is the truth as each of you remembers it. Riker: But her version puts a noose around my neck. Crusher: This is healing beautifully. I think you can work on strengthening these muscles again. Worf: Security to Doctor Crusher. Evacuate. Repeat, evacuate. Radiation emissions are indicated in Sickbay. Data: It is definitely the same radiation that penetrated deck thirty nine. Highly focused, very powerful but of unknown origin. Laforge: If this should happen in the engine core or the anti-matter containment tanks, we'll be in big trouble, Captain. Picard: Do you have any theories? Wesley: Captain, Data's noticed something that's too strange to be a coincidence. Data: The two radiation events aboard the Enterprise occurred five hours, twenty minutes and three seconds apart. The science station exploded yesterday at almost four times that interval. Wesley: There's a point zero zero one four second variance we haven't been able to explain yet. Riker: So you're saying there's a connection between the radiation bursts and the explosion? Data: We do not have the evidence to support that conclusion at this time, Commander. Crusher: If they're right, we should be able to predict the next event. Laforge: We're expecting it in just over five hours. Picard: Take every precaution to protect the ship's vital areas. If we haven't identified the source before the time interval, we'll leave orbit. If you perceive any further danger, advise me immediately. Wesley: We'll figure it out for you, Commander. Tayna: After the fight, Doctor Apgar came to find me he was very upset. Krag: And he told you what happened? Tayna: Yes, he told me everything that happened. Krag: Based on Tayna's deposition, we have recreated the incident in Commander Riker's quarters as Doctor Apgar described it to her. Computer. Picard: Inspector, Inspector, this is hearsay. She wasn't a witness to this incident. Krag: But Doctor Apgar is dead. Her statement is admissible according Tanugan law and I insist you consider it. Picard: Well, we'll watch this evidence, and we'll weigh it accordingly. Krag: Computer, run Tayna simulation three. Apgar: I knew I'd find the two of you together. Do you think I didn't notice how you were looking at each other? I'm not the fool you take me for. Apgar: I'm going to report this, Riker. You can count on that. Riker: You're a dead man, Apgar. A dead man. Krag: Freeze program. And then Doctor Apgar came to find you? Tayna: Yes. Krag: Run Tayna simulation four. Apgar: I want you to take Manua and beam down to Tanuga immediately. Tayna: But Doctor, if he threatened you, you shouldn't stay Apgar: I'm not leaving him here alone. He's capable of anything. I've got to protect our work. Tayna: I'll contact the authorities. Apgar: No. I'll take care of that. Tayna: Doctor, be careful. Apgar: It'll be all right. Go on. Krag: Freeze program. Then what happened? Tayna: I left the station with Manua. The next day, when I heard the station had exploded, I knew what had happened. He'd killed Doctor Apgar. Krag: Thank you. You are excused. Krag: Captain, I have established motive, method and opportunity. In any court in the Federation, that is sufficient to warrant the extradition of the accused. I await your decision forthwith. Picard: I don't see any alternative, do you? Troi: We both know Will's innocent. Picard: Of course he's innocent. But as a Starfleet Captain, I can't allow myself the luxury of yielding to my personal feelings. The evidence warrants a trial. I'll have to allow extradition. Troi: Do you think there's enough evidence to prove his innocence? Picard: No. Data: Captain, I believe we have found the source of the radiation. Can you join us on the Bridge? Picard: Acknowledged. Data: As you know, Captain, we are looking for a phenomenon that reoccurs every five hours, twenty minutes and three seconds. Picard: The interval between radiation bursts. Data: We have found one such phenomenon on the planet's surface. Laforge: It's the field generator that Apgar during in his research. When it's fully charged, it automatically emits an energy pulse and then takes five hours, twenty minutes and three seconds to recharge itself. Wesley: It must have been left on after the explosion of the lab. Picard: But why would a generator be affecting the Enterprise this way? Data: It should not be. It is a harmless lambda field generator. Laforge: But we knew that somehow it was related to our radiation bursts and then the pieces started just falling together. Data: We now know what is causing the bursts, and why the science station exploded, sir. Wesley: And we also know who killed Doctor Apgar. Picard: Chief Inspector, we've watched the events replayed over and over again and I am impressed, and admittedly dismayed by the body of evidence against Commander Riker. But isn't it remarkable that with all the witnesses, all the different points of view of the events aboard the space station, we haven't seen what really happened? Krag: I do not understand. Picard: Allow me, with the help of Mister La Forge, to explain. Computer, load Manua program one, time index fourteen four one. Play program. Apgar: Fine. Whatever. Starfleet will get its Krieger wave converter. These things take time. I've had a few setbacks, that's all. Picard: Freeze. Mrs. Apgar, this was from your deposition. It would seem to suggest that your husband had failed to create Krieger waves. Manua: Yes, but he was very close to a breakthrough. Picard: He said he needed more time. He was upset by our early arrival. But in fact I maintain he already had made that breakthrough and that he was lying to us. Krag: On what basis? Laforge: For the last several hours, the Enterprise has been experiencing unusual radiation bursts. We've identified them as Krieger waves. Tayna: Krieger waves? But that's impossible. From where? Laforge: From right here. Inside the holodeck. Picard: We recreated your science lab in every conceivable detail. Essentially, what was in the original lab is here. Laforge: Including the Krieger wave converter that Doctor Apgar claimed didn't work. Except it does work. Picard: Your field generator on the planet surface has been sending out harmless energy charges, which this facsimile has been converting into Krieger waves. Riker: But the holodeck can't create anything dangerous. Laforge: Well, it didn't. When you get down to basics, the converter is nothing more than a complex series of mirrors and reflective coils. The energy from the field generator down on the planet simply reflects off of elements in the convertor which turns it into highly focused Krieger waves. Picard: And those same waves have been randomly striking different areas of our ship as we orbit the planet and our angle to the generator changes. Krag: Why would Apgar lie about his success? Picard: Computer, run Manua program one, time code, fourteen three eight. Apgar: Manua, someday I'll be able reward you for all your patience. I'll get you everything you ever dreamed of. Manua: I have all the reward I need. Picard: Freeze program. Run Riker program two, time code, sixteen one zero. Riker: To your success, doctor. Manua: And the rewards that come with it. Picard: Freeze. Manua: I never said that. Picard: Nevertheless, it seems clear that your husband was motivated to earn the kind of rewards that pleased you, Mrs. Apgar. Manua: What's wrong with that? Troi: Well, he wouldn't have earned great profits from his dealings with Starfleet. We were only interested in a new power source. Laforge: But if he could turn this into a weapon it would be worth a lot to the Romulans, the Ferengi and a few others. Now Doctor Apgar had been ordering extra dicosilium for months. That's a pretty good indication that he was trying to create larger reflective coils. Picard: And when the away team arrived early he must have been worried that Starfleet was becoming suspicious. He needed more time to finish his work. Apgar said that each of the three versions. No doubt, he was afraid that Commander Riker might learn the truth and cut off his support prematurely. Discovering Commander Riker with his wife didn't help matters. I submit that he decided to murder Commander Riker. Manua: Ridiculous. Picard: Is it? Computer, run Tayna program four, time index eighteen one four. Tayna: I'll contact the authorities. Apgar: No, I'll take care of that. Picard: Freeze. Picard: Tayna, exactly is Apgar doing here? Tayna: Activating the generator on the planet. Picard: Why would he do that? Tayna: Maybe he was going to work on the converter, I don't know. Picard: Maybe he was already thinking ahead to his next confrontation with Commander Riker. Computer, play Riker program four, time index twenty four one. Apgar: What are you going to put in your report, Riker? That there's no justification for all the extra dicosilium I've requested? That is why they sent you early, isn't it? Riker: Doctor. Apgar: I can explain why I needed it. They have no idea what my problems are. There are explanations for all of it. Riker: I don't need explanations. Picard: Freeze. To Apgar, this must have seemed as though Commander Riker were confirming his worst fears. And I believe it was now that he decided finally to kill him. Krag: You forget, Picard, we know the energy pulse which blew up the reactor originated from Commander Riker's position, not Doctor Apgar's. Laforge: We are hypothesizing that Doctor Apgar energized the converter at the moment of Commander Riker's beam-out, hoping to make his death look like a transporter accident. But something went wrong. The energy pulse hit the transporter beam and reflected back to the reactor, which caused the explosion. Krag: An interesting hypothesis. But impossible to prove. Laforge: Not really. We know that the field generator on the planet has been repeating a discharge ever since the explosion. The intervals are like clockwork, except the explosion occurred point zero zero one four seconds after the initial discharge. And the only explanation for that variance is the time it would take the energy pulse to bounce back from the transporter beam to the reactor. Picard: We've arranged a demonstration to illustrate. Mister La Forge, I think it's about time, isn't it? Laforge: Computer, load program, La Forge one. Coordinate auto-engage time sequence. The next discharge from the field generator is scheduled to occur in just a few moments, and we've aligned the holodeck program to recreate the final events as Commander Riker described them. Only this time our facsimile will automatically process the energy charge from the planet and reflect it just as the original convertor did before the explosion. Picard: If we're correct, we'll know it instantly. Computer: Auto-engage time sequence synchronized. Apgar: Then we have nothing further to say to each other. Riker: I'll tell my Captain to expect your grievance. Apgar: Do that. Riker: Riker to Enterprise. I'm ready to leave, now. O'Brien: Stand by, Commander. Engaging transport. Picard: Doctor Apgar killed himself during his attempt to kill Commander Riker. Krag: Based on this new evidence, I withdraw my request for Commander Riker's extradition. Commander, my apologies. Picard: Number One, have we any further business in the Tanuga system? Riker: Not that I know of. I'd be more than willing to put it behind me. Picard: Then perhaps you would do me the pleasure of getting this ship underway. Riker: With pleasure, sir. Ensign Crusher, set course for Emila Two, warp three. Wesley: Course laid in, sir. Riker: Engage.

Guinan: All right. Try this. Worf: What is it? Guinan: Just try it. Guinan: You see? It's an Earth drink. Prune juice. Worf: A warrior's drink. Guinan: You know, you're always drinking alone. It wouldn't hurt you to seek out a little companionship. Worf: I would require a Klingon woman for companionship. Earth females are too fragile. Guinan: Not all of them. There are a few on this ship that would find you tame. Worf: Impossible. Guinan: You never know till you try. Worf: Then I will never know. Guinan: Coward. Worf: I was merely concerned for the safety of my crewmates. Guinan: Drink your prune juice. Riker: Lieutenant Worf, report to the Bridge. Worf: On my way. Guinan: No! Picard: Analysis, Mister Data. Data: Sensors are reading gravimetric fluctuations, Captain. Most unusual ones. Riker: Unusual in what way? Specify? Data: Nothing I have seen before. Picard: Is it a wormhole? Data: Yes and no. Like a time displacement, but it does not have a diskernible event horizon. Wesley: Sir, navigational subsystems are unable to give coordinates on the object. Data: Confirmed. The phenomenon does not have a definable center or outer edge. Riker: Are you saying it is and yet it isn't there? Data: I do not have sufficient information to make an analysis as yet, Commander. The dynamics of the radiation patterns Worf: Captain! Something's happening. A new change in sensor readings. Picard: Mister Data? Data: Scanning sensors) Picard: Lieutenant, what are their sensor readings? Is that an enemy vessel? Tasha: I'm getting too much interference, Captain. Crewman: Now hear this. Fleet formation briefing in main war room at fifteen hundred hours. Doctor Joshua Campbell, report to station ops. Ensign Toms, please forward combat information. Ensign Thomas to CIC. Guinan: This isn't right. It's changed. Tasha: It's clearing now, Captain. Definitely Federation starship. Accessing registry. Riker: Looks like they had a rough ride. Tasha: NCC one seven oh one C. USS Enterprise. Military log, Combat date 43625.2. While investigating an unusual radiation anomaly, the Enterprise has encountered what could almost be called a ghost from its own past, the Enterprise-C, the immediate predecessor to this battleship. Data: Sensors confirm design and specifications, Captain. Analysis of hull and engine materials conform to engineering patterns and methods of that time period. Wesley: But that cruiser was destroyed with all hands over twenty years ago. Data: Presumed destroyed. The Enterprise C was last seen near the Klingon outpost Narendra Three exactly twenty two years, three months and four days ago. Riker: And now they're here. Picard: Has it been adrift for all those years, or has it has traveled through time? Data: It is a possibility, Captain. If that hypothesis is correct, the phenomenon we just encountered would be a temporal rift in space. Picard: A rift? Data: Possibly the formation of a Kerr loop from superstring material. It would require high-energy interactions occurring in the vicinity for such a structure to be formed. The rift is certainly not stable, Captain. It could collapse at any time. Tasha: Captain. I'm able to scan the interior of the ship now, sir. Heavy damage to warp field nacelles and hull bearing struts. Internal space frame is... Life-signs, Captain! Readings are sporadic. It looks like they have massive casualties, but some are still alive. Riker: Bridge to Sickbay. Emergency teams, stand by transporter rooms. Crusher: Understood. Picard: Belay that order, Doctor. Riker: Respectfully, if I may suggest regardless of where they came from, they are here now and they need our help. Picard: Commander, if that ship has traveled into the future, we could be dealing with variables that will alter the flow of our history. Tasha: Enterprise C is sending out a distress call, sir. Audio only. Garrett: This is Captain Garrett of the Starship Enterprise, to any Federation ship. We have been attacked by Romulan warships and require immediate assistance. We've lost warp drive. Life support is failing. Riker: There's no record of the Romulans ever assaulting the Enterprise C. Tasha: Voice message has ended, Captain. I'm only receiving their automated distress signal now. Picard: Open a hailing frequency. This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation, of a Federation starship. Standby to receive emergency teams. Commander, we will handle this one step at a time. Stabilize their power systems and tend to their injured, and avoid all discussions of where and when they are. Riker: Aye, sir. Lieutenant. Wesley: Captain, message coming in from Starfleet monitor stations. Klingon battlecruisers headed towards this sector. Picard: Battle alert, Mister Crusher. Condition Yellow. Wesley: Aye, sir. All decks report Condition Yellow. Riker: Captain Garrett? Garrett: Yes. Riker: I'm Commander William Riker. Our emergency teams are on board your ship. Doctor? Crusher: The rest of the bridge crew is dead. She has a bad fracture and has serious internal injuries. I'm going to have to get her back to the Enterprise. Garrett: To where? Riker: We'll explain that later. Garrett: You'll explain now, Commander. Riker: We're from a Federation starship. We answered your distress call. Your ship is in good hands, but we need to get you to our Sickbay. Garrett: Very well. Crusher: Crusher to transporter room. Two to beam directly to Sickbay. Crewman: Stand by for transport. Laforge: It's pretty bad, Commander. Looks like they were in a hell of a fight. Riker: If you can't stabilize the life support, we're going to have to evacuate the ship. Laforge: I think we can do it. I'll have to get to Engineering though. La Forge to damage control team alpha. Meet me on Engineering level three. Tasha: Commander. Castillo: Thanks. Riker: Commander William Riker. Castillo: Lieutenant Castillo, helmsman. Data: Away team reporting in, sir. Picard: On screen, Mister Data. Go ahead, Commander. Riker: We've stabilized life support. Mister La Forge is working on restoring the main power couplings, but that'll take time. It's a real mess down here, sir. Picard: Survivors? Riker: One hundred twenty five. Picard: Recommendation? Riker: I'd hate to have to scrap her. Starfleet could certainly use another ship, even if she is old. Picard: Agreed. But we can't stay in this area too long. You have nine hours. If you can get her underway by then, we'll escort her back to Starbase one oh five. If not, we'll evacuate the survivors and destroy the ship. Riker: Understood, sir. Picard: Keep me posted, Picard out. Picard: Guinan? Guinan: We need to talk. Somehow this, this is all wrong. This is not the way it's supposed to be. Picard: You must have some idea how things have changed. Guinan: I look at things, I look at people, and they just don't feel right. Picard: What things? What people? Guinan: You. Your uniform. The Bridge. Picard: What's the matter with the Bridge? Guinan: It's not right. Picard: It's the same Bridge. Nothing has changed. Guinan: I know that. I also know it's wrong. Picard: What else? Guinan: Families. There should be children on this ship. Picard: What? Children on the Enterprise? Guinan, we're at war. Guinan: No, we're not. At least, we're not supposed to be. This is not a ship of war. This a ship of peace. Picard: What you're suggesting Guinan: I'm not suggesting. That ship from the past is not supposed to be here. It's got to go back. Crusher: Run a full electrolyte report. Boost the level of tricordrazine. Try to relax. Crewwoman: Doctor Selar, report to pathology ward stat. Doctor Selar, report to pathology ward stat. Picard: I'm Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Garrett: Rachel Garrett. How's my ship? Picard: The support systems are being restored. We're continuing repairs. Garrett: Where did you come from? We weren't picking up any other Federation ships in this sector. Picard: What's the last thing you remember? Garrett: We were answering the distress signal. Picard: Distress signal? Garrett: You must have heard it. From the Klingon outpost, Narendra Three. But you didn't, did you? This Sickbay, I've never seen like it, even on a starbase. And your uniform. What ship is this, Captain? Crusher: Please try to be still. Garrett: I must insist. What ship? Picard: You are aboard the Enterprise, Captain. One seven oh one D. You have come twenty two years into the future. Garrett: Twenty two years. Does my crew know yet? Picard: No. Garrett: I must tell them. I owe them that. Picard: If you wish, I can see that they're informed. Garrett: Is there some reason they should not be told? Picard: I am concerned that if you return to your own time with knowledge of the future Garrett: Return to the battle? We barely escaped with our lives. If we returned, we'd be destroyed. Picard: Have you any idea how this happened? Garrett: There was a fierce volley of photon torpedoes. We were hit. A bright light, and then here. Picard: It is possible that this exchange of fire was the catalyst for the formation of a temporal rift. History has no record of your battle with the Romulans. Garrett: We were responding to a distress call from the Klingon outpost on Narendra Three. The Romulans were attacking it. We engaged them, but there were four warbirds. Picard: The Narendra Three outpost was destroyed. It is regrettable that you did not succeed. A Federation starship rescuing a Klingon outpost might have averted twenty years of war. Castillo: I just can't quite make myself believe it. Twenty two years! Tasha: I'm reading forty percent on forward shields. What do you have on aft? Castillo: Forty percent. Tasha: That won't cut it. Commander, advise Lieutenant La Forge that shields are below minimum. Riker: Acknowledged. Castillo: We'll never see our homes again. Our families. Tasha: How do you know your family's not still alive? Castillo: You're right, I don't. But imagine coming home after twenty-two years. Would I even recognize them? Tasha: What are the stats on main phaser banks? Castillo: Emitters available, sixty percent forward, fifty two percent aft. Tasha: Good. Let's take a look at the torpedo launchers. Castillo: I guess I'm lucky to be alive at all. Tasha: You may not like the future. It's been a long war. The Federation has lost more than half of Starfleet to the Klingons. Castillo: We were negotiating a peace treaty when I left. Tasha: A lot of changes, Lieutenant. A lot of changes. Castillo: When we get a break, maybe you could fill me in on some of them. Tasha: Photon banks are depleted. Auxiliary fusion generators are down. Data: There is a high degree of probability that the temporal rift is symmetrical, Captain. Picard: Then what would happen if the Enterprise C were to fly back through it? Data: Back, sir? The Enterprise C would emerge in her own time period at almost the same instant she left. Picard: Right in the middle of the battle with the Romulans. Data: Yes, sir. Picard: Is there any possibility she could survive? Data: None, sir. Picard: Then sending them back would be a death sentence. Crewwoman: Lieutenant Barrett to communications. Tasha: She was the first Galaxy Class warship built by the Federation. Forty two decks. Capable of transporting over six thousand troops. Castillo: How long have you been on board? Tasha: Four years. Straight out of the Academy. I was lucky to get the Enterprise. Castillo: Yeah, me too. I mean, my Enterprise. Crewwoman: Triage team to main shuttlebay. Garrett: Lieutenant, how's the ship? Castillo: We've restored minimal shields and the forward phaser banks. Still no photon launchers or warp drive. Garrett: Concentrate on the weapon systems. From what Captain Picard told me, the Federation can use all the help it can get. Tasha: And soon. Our sensors have picked up Klingon warships in this sector, Captain. Garrett: Why wasn't I informed, Mister Castillo? Castillo: Captain, you shouldn't Garrett: As senior officer, I want you to be my liaison to the Enterprise-D. Coordinate with Tactical. Tasha: That's me, Captain. Crusher: Where do you think you're going? Garrett: I'm resuming my duties, Doctor. Crusher: Captain, you need at least another twenty four hours. Garrett: Nonsense. Doctors always over-protect their patients. Crusher: And captains always push themselves too hard. Garrett: Doctor, my ship and crew need me now. Twenty four hours might as well be twenty four years. Picard: I need more. Guinan: There is no more. I wish there were. I wish I could prove it. But I can't. Picard: Then I can't ask them to go back. Guinan: You've got to. Picard: Guinan, they will die moments after they return. How can I ask them to sacrifice themselves based solely on your intuition? Guinan: I don't know. But I do know that this is a mistake. Every fiber in my being says this is a mistake. I can't explain it to myself so I can't explain it to you. I only know that I'm right. Picard: Who is to say that this history is any less proper than the other? Guinan: I suppose I am. Picard: Not good enough, damn it. Not good enough. I will not ask them to die. Guinan: Forty billion people have already died. This war's not supposed to be happening. You've got to send those people back to correct this. Picard: And what is to guarantee that if they go back they will succeed? Every instinct tells me this is wrong, it is dangerous, it is futile. Guinan: We've known each other a long time. You have never known me to impose myself on anyone or take a stance based on trivial or whimsical perceptions. This time line must not be allowed to continue. Now, I've told you what you must do. You have only your trust in me to help you decide to do it. Tasha: Deflector shield technology has advanced considerably during the war. Our heat dissipation rates are probably double those of the Enterprise-C, which means we can hang in a firefight a lot longer. Guinan? Guinan: Have you ordered yet, Tasha? Tasha: No, not yet. Is anything wrong? Guinan: Not a thing. What can I get for you? Tasha: Just a couple of TKLs. We're in a hurry. Oh, this is, Lieutenant Castillo. Tasha: First time for everything. Castillo: First time? Tasha: It's just that I've never seen anything bother her before. Castillo: What's a TKL? Tasha: Standard rations. Food replicators are on minimum power, so everything else is diverted to defensive systems. So where was I? Castillo: You've told me more about tactical in an hour than I learned my last year in the Academy. Tasha: You're going to need it, Lieutenant. Castillo: Hey, I've known you a whole day now, Lieutenant. I won't salute if you won't. What did she call you? Tasha? Tasha: Yeah. Castillo: Most everybody just calls me Castillo. My mother calls me Richard. Tasha: Okay, Castillo. Castillo: No, I think maybe I'd like it better if you called me Richard. Tasha: Richard. Picard: This is the Captain. Senior officers will report to my Ready room immediately. Tasha: So much for lunch. Crusher: Captain, are you suggesting that we let them return and attempt to complete their mission? Picard: I am, Doctor. Crusher: Based on Guinan's intuition? Riker: That won't accomplish anything, sir. There's no way they can save Narendra Three. Tasha: Captain Garrett says there were four Romulan warbirds. The Enterprise-C would be outmanned and outgunned. Laforge: Unless we were to re-arm them with modern Picard: We can't do that. If we send that ship back with new technology we will be altering the past. Riker: But that's what you're talking about anyway, isn't it? Altering the past. Picard: We're talking about restoring the past. Laforge: How could Guinan know that history has been altered if she's been altered along with the rest of us? Data: Perhaps her species has a perception that goes beyond linear time. Picard: There are many things about her species we can't easily explained. Yet it is very possible she is correct. A ship from the past has traveled through time. How can we know what effect those events will have on the present. Indeed, we shall never know for certain, if Guinan is correct. But I have decided the consequences of that possibility are too grave to ignore. Dismissed. Riker: Sir, if you'd like my opinion Picard: I think I'm aware of your opinion, Commander. This is a briefing. I'm not seeking your consent. Riker: With all due respect, sir, you'd be asking one hundred and twenty five people to die a meaningless death. Data: Not necessarily meaningless, Commander. The Klingons regard honor above all else. If the crew of the Enterprise-C had died fighting for the survival of a Klingon outpost, it would be considered a meaningful act of honor by the Klingon Empire. Picard: Even their deaths might have prevented this war. If the Enterprise-C returns to the battle and its mission is a success, history will be irrevocably changed. This time line will cease to exist and a new future will have been created. I've considered the alternatives. I'll go with Guinan's recommendation. Dismissed. Crusher: If she's right, we may not even be in an alternate time line. Laforge: Yeah, who knows if we're dead or alive. Data: Engineering. Is Engineering your destination as well? Tasha: What? Oh, deck six. Sorry. Data: If I interpret your facial expressions correctly, you are preoccupied with something unpleasant. Tasha: No, I was just thinking about a lot of things. I've been working with one of the officers on the Enterprise-C. He's nice. I like him. I'm worried about what's going to happen to him. Data: We may never know what happens. If they succeed, we will not even realize that these events occurred. Castillo: Shields are up to seventy two percent. That's better. Tasha: Good. Garrett: Do you believe this Guinan? Picard: I discovered long ago that she has a special wisdom. I've learned to trust it. I could arrange for you to speak with her if you wish. Garrett: Captain, I would be lying to you if I told you there was a chance in hell of coming out of this alive. Why doesn't your ship come back with us? The Romulans would be no match for your weaponry. Picard: I can't do that. Garrett: No, I suppose not. You don't belong in our time any more than we belong in yours. To be honest, Picard, a significant number of my crewmembers have expressed a desire to return, even knowing the odds. Some because they can't bear to live without their loved ones, some because they don't like the idea of slipping out in the middle of a fight. But I have told them that in the here and now, the Federation needs another ship against the Klingons. And we'd better get used to being in the here and now. Picard: But if you go back, it could be a great deal more helpful. The war is going very badly for the Federation, far worse than is generally known. Starfleet Command believes defeat is inevitable. Within six months we may have no choice but to surrender. Garrett: And you're saying all this may be a result of our arrival here? Picard: One more ship will make no difference in the here and now. But twenty two years ago, one ship could have stopped this war before it started. Garrett: Mister Castillo. Castillo: Yes, Captain? Garrett: Inform the crew we're going back. Castillo: Yes, Captain. Garrett: The Romulans will get a good fight. We'll make it one for the history books. Picard: I know you will, Captain. Lieutenant Yar? Tasha: Permission to remain for a moment, sir. Picard: Granted. Garrett: Transporter room, Captain Picard is ready to return to his ship. Crewman: Aye, Captain. Tasha: I just wanted to say good luck. Castillo: I'll try to put some of your tactical briefing to good use when we get back. Tasha: Your ship has much more maneuverability than the Romulan counterparts of that era. Actually, if you could just isolate... You'll do fine. Castillo: If you get back to Earth and you see a man, say, in his late fifties taking a hard look across a crowded room. Hey, you never know. Tasha: Goodbye, Lieutenant. Garrett: Red Alert! Full power to shields. Tasha: Shields are up. Functioning. Castillo: Initiating evasive maneuvers. Gamma sequence. Garrett: Ready phasers. Enterprise-D Garrett: Has your captain returned safely? Riker: Acknowledged. Captain Picard is safely aboard. Fire phasers. Data: Firing phasers. Picard: Report. Riker: One Klingon bird of prey off the starboard bow. Tasha: Firing phasers. Garrett: Load torpedo bays. Data: The Klingon vessel has recloaked, sir. I have no readings. Picard: Captain Garrett, damage report. Picard: Captain Garrett. Tasha: This is Lieutenant Yar, sir. Captain Garrett is dead. Castillo: I'm prepared to lead the Enterprise back myself, Captain Picard. Riker: Sir, Lieutenant Castillo is the last surviving senior officer. He will have limited support from Ops, no Tactical, reduced staff in Engineering. Castillo: I have good people willing to do their best. Riker: Certainly, history never meant for this ship to go into battle without her captain. Castillo: I can't speak to that point, sir, but I can get us back to where we're supposed to be. I believe that's what Captain Garrett would want me to do. Data: Commander Data to Captain Picard. Picard: Go ahead. Data: Sir, sensors are showing additional instability in the time rift. Possibly the result of the battle with the Klingons. Picard: Any signs of other Klingon vessels? Data: No, sir. Tasha: Our coordinates have been transmitted to the Klingon command, sir. We mustn't remain here. Castillo: Sir, it is my intention to return, unless you order me not to. Picard: How soon can your ship be ready? Castillo: We sustained moderate damage in the attack. I think we can get underway in a few hours. Picard: Make it so. We'll give you cover. Castillo: One to beam to the Enterprise-C. We keep saying goodbye, don't we? Tasha: I wish there was more time. Castillo: More time. I think we have all the time we can handle as it is. Castillo: Lieutenant. Guinan: Can I get you something, Tasha? Tasha: Guinan, I have to know something. What happens to me in the other time line? Guinan: I don't have alternate biographies of the crew. As I said to the captain, it's just a feeling. Tasha: But there's something more when you look at me, isn't there? I can see it in your eyes, Guinan. We've known each other too long. Guinan: We weren't meant to know each other at all. At least, that's what I sense when I look at you. Tasha, you're not supposed to be here. Tasha: Where am I supposed to be? Guinan: Dead. Tasha: Do you know how? Guinan: No. But I do know it was an empty death. A death without purpose. Picard: Come. Yes, Lieutenant? Tasha: Captain, I request a transfer to the Enterprise-C. Picard: For what reason? Tasha: They need someone at Tactical. Picard: We need you here. Tasha: I'm not supposed to be here, sir. Picard: Sit down, Lieutenant. What did she say to you? Tasha: I don't belong here, sir. I'm supposed to be dead. Picard: She felt it necessary to reveal that to you? Tasha: I felt it was necessary. Picard: I see. You realize that it is very possible the Enterprise-C will fail. We will continue in this time line in which case your life, hopefully, will continue for a long while. Tasha: I know how important it is that they don't fail, Captain. That's why I'm requesting this transfer. Picard: You don't belong on that ship, Lieutenant. Tasha: No, Captain Garrett belongs on that ship. But she's dead. And I think there's a certain logic in this request. Picard: There's no logic in this at all. Whether they succeed or not, the Enterprise-C will be destroyed. Tasha: But Captain, at least with someone at Tactical, they will have a chance to defend themselves well. It may be a matter of seconds or minutes, but those could be the minutes that change history. Guinan says I died a senseless death in the other time line. I didn't like the sound of that, Captain. I've always known the risks that come with a Starfleet uniform. If I'm to die in one, I'd like my death to count for something. Picard: Lieutenant. Permission granted. Tasha: Thank you, sir. Castillo: I'm showing phaser banks up to seventy percent efficiency. We've got an hour left. Let's see if we can get them up to ninety. Crewman: Aye, sir. Castillo: Parker, you've got Ops. Fredericks, take the conn. Tasha: I'll handle Tactical. Lieutenant Tasha Yar reporting for duty, sir. Castillo: You're not part of my crew. Tasha: I am now. Captain Picard approved my request for transfer. Castillo: This isn't a joke, Tasha. We're going back in the rift, into battle. We're not coming back. Tasha: I know the mission. These are my orders, Lieutenant. Castillo: But I don't want you here. Tasha: You need me here. Show me someone on your crew who can do the job better than I can. Castillo: Welcome aboard. Take your station, Lieutenant. Tasha: Aye, sir. Military log, supplemental. Lieutenant Tasha Yar has transferred to the Enterprise-C, where she has taken over tactical duties. Meanwhile, our long range scanners have picked up Klingon battle cruisers on an intercept course. Riker: Number and type of ships, Mister Crusher? Wesley: Three K'vort class battlecruisers, sir. Picard: They're not even troubling to cloak themselves. Riker: They shouldn't be so confident after the pasting we gave them on Archer Four. Picard: Attention all hands. As you know, we could outrun the Klingon vessels, but we must protect the Enterprise-C until she enters the temporal rift. And we must succeed. Let's make sure history never forgets the name Enterprise. Picard out. Picard: Mister Data? Data: Shields are holding, sir. Picard: Hold fire. Mister Crusher, come about to course one four eight zero zero three. Wesley: Aye, sir. Riker: Photon torpedoes ready. Picard: Dispersal pattern, sierra. And fire! Data: One enemy target hit, sir. Moderate damage to their forward shields. Our shields are still holding. Minor damage to secondary hull. Picard: Course one four eight. Correction, course one seven zero mark zero one four. Wesley: Sir, one of the ships is breaking off and going towards the Enterprise-C. Picard: Mister Crusher, keep us within two hundred kilometers of the Enterprise-C. Wesley: Coming to two one seven mark one one five. Increasing to two thirds impulse. Riker: Damage control teams, deck fourteen. Laforge: Engineering to bridge. Starboard power coupling is down. Containment field generator three is damaged. Attempting to bypass. Riker: If we lose antimatter containment Picard: Acknowledged, La Forge. Wesley: Sir, the Klingons are flanking us, attempting to draw us away from the Enterprise-C. Picard: Hold course, Mister Crusher. Continual fire, all phasers. Data: One enemy target destroyed, sir. Picard: Damage report. Riker: Heavy casualties in the secondary hull. Navigational sensor array inoperative. Laforge: Antimatter containment fields are failing. If I can't stabilize them, I'll have to dump the reactor core or she'll blow! Data: Shields buckling, Captain. They will not Laforge: La Forge to Bridge. Laforge: I can't hold the antimatter containment fields. Initiating emergency shutdown! Laforge: Coolant leak! Bridge, we have a coolant leak in the engine core! I can't shut it down. I estimate two minutes to a warp core breach! Laforge: Go! Go! Go! Picard: How long until the Enterprise-C enters the rift? Data: Fifty two seconds, sir. Picard: All remaining power to the defense systems. Data: Power couplings severed in forward phaser banks. Attempting to bypass. Controls not responding. Klingon: Federation ship Enterprise. Surrender and prepare to be boarded. Picard: That will be the day. Picard: Report, Lieutenant. Worf: Readings fluctuated momentarily. It appeared to be a ship, but then it vanished. Data: The phenomenon is closing in on itself, Captain. Picard: Very well. Prepare a class one sensor probe. We'll leave it behind to monitor the final closure. Mister Crusher, lay in a course for Archer Four. Guinan: Captain, this is Guinan. Is everything all right up there? Picard: Guinan? Yes everything's fine. Is something wrong? Guinan: No. No, everything's fine. Sorry to bother you. Guinan: Geordi, tell me about Tasha Yar.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43657.0 While Commander Riker is away on personal leave, the Enterprise has traveled to sector three nine six to begin charting the Selebi Asteroid Belt. Laforge: He sent for you too? Troi: Yes. He was very mysterious. Wesley: Does you have any idea what this is about? Laforge: Something happened at that cybernetics conference. Since he's come back he's spent every off duty minute in that lab. Troi: It's not like Data to be so secretive. Wesley: And cautious. He kept the lab locked every minute. Laforge: Now how would you know that? Ah ha. Data: Oh, you are early. Just a moment please. Data: You may enter now. Laforge: Come on, Data, what is this? Wesley: Yeah, Data. what's going on? Data: I have invited you here to meet someone. Data: This is Lal. Lal, say hello to Counselor Deanna Troi Lal: Hello Counselor Deanna Troi. Troi: How do you do, Lal? Lal: I am functioning within normal parameters. Data: Lal, this is Geordi La Forge. Lal: Purpose for exterior drapings, Father? Wesley: Father? Data: It is an accepted custom that we wear clothing. Wesley: Data, it called you Father. Data: Yes, Wesley. Lal is my child. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. I have just been advised of a highly unusual project undertaken by Commander Data. Data: Lal has a positronic brain one very similar to my own. I began programming it at the cybernetics conference. Laforge: But nobody's ever been able to do that, Data, at least not since you were programmed. Data: True, but here was a new submicron matrix transfer technology introduced at the conference which I discovered could be used to lay down complex neural net pathways. Wesley: So you did a transfer from your brain into Lal's. Data: Exactly, Wesley. I realized for the first time it was possible to continue Doctor Soong's work. My initial transfers produced very encouraging results, so I brought Lal's brain back with me. Picard: Data, I would like to have been consulted. Data: I have not observed anyone else on board consulting you about their procreation, Captain. Troi: Why didn't you give it a more human look, Data? Data: I decided to allow my child to choose its own sex and appearance. Picard: Commander Data, at your convenience, I would like to talk to you in my Ready room. Counselor? Picard: I insist we do whatever we can to discourage the perception of this new android as a child. It is not a child. It is an invention, albeit an extraordinary one. Troi: Why should biology rather than technology determine whether it is a child? Data has created an offspring. A new life out of his own being. To me, that suggests a child. If he wishes to call Lal his child, then who are we to argue? Picard: Well, if he must, but I fail to understand how a five foot android with heuristic learning systems and the strength of a ten men can be called a child. Troi: You've never been a parent. Picard: What you have done will have serious ramifications. I am truly dismayed that you told no one of what you were doing. Data: I am sorry, Captain. I did not anticipate your objections. Do you wish me to deactivate Lal? Picard: It's a life, Data. It can't be activated and deactivated simply. This is a most stupendous undertaking. Have you any idea what will happen when Starfleet learns about this? Data: I have followed all of Starfleet regulations to the best of my ability. I expected they would be pleased. Picard: Well, you have taken on quite a responsibility, Data. Data: To prepare, I have scanned all available literature on parenting. There seems to be much confusion on this issue. One traditional doctrine insists, spare the rod and spoil the child, suggesting a punitive approach. While another more liberal attitude would allow the child enormous freedom. Picard: Data Data: And what Klingons do to their children Picard: Data! I'm not talking about parenting. I am talking about the extraordinary consequences of creating new life. Data: Does that not describe becoming a parent, sir? Picard: Data, you are seeking to achieve what only your own creator has been able to achieve. To make another functioning, sentient, android. To make another Data. Data: That is why I must attempt this, sir. I have observed that in most species, there is a primal instinct to perpetuate themselves. Until now, I have been the last of my kind. If I were to be damaged or destroyed, I would be lost forever. But if I am successful with the creation of Lal, my continuance is assured. I understand the risk, sir. and I am prepared to accept the responsibility. Lal: Gender female. Troi: That's right, Lal. Just like me. Lal: Gender male. Data: Correct. Lal: I am gender neuter. Inadequate. Data: That is why you must choose a gender, Lal, to complete your appearance. Lal: What are criteria? Data: Access your data bank on sexuality, level two. That will define the parameters. Troi: Whatever you choose will be yours for your lifetime. It's a decision that will affect how people interrelate with you. Lal: I choose your sex and appearance. Data: No, Lal. That would be confusing. We are taking you to the holodeck to show you several thousand composites I have programmed. You may choose from them. Troi: Several thousand? Data: This is a big decision Data: Counselor? Lal has narrowed the choices to four. Would you like to see? Troi: Yes, yes, of course, Data. Data: Computer, Lal gender sequence finalists. Begin. An Andorian female. Troi: Interesting. You'll be the only one on board the Enterprise, Lal. Data: That could make socialization more difficult. A human male. Troi: Very attractive. There's no problem with socialization here. Data: A human female. Troi: I like her. Data: A Klingon male. Troi: A friend for Worf. They're all very interesting. Do you have a favorite? Lal: Yes. I have chosen. Data: I have completed the assembly of the replicated anatomy. I was able to provide Lal with more realistic skin and eye color than my own. Troi: Congratulations, Data. It's a girl. Data: This is home, Lal. Lal: Home. Place of residence. Social unit formed by a family living together. Data: Yes. We are a family, Lal. Chair. To sit in. Sit. Good. Painting. Lal: Painting. Colors produced on a surface by applying a pigment. Data: Yes. I will teach you to recognize the artistry in paintings. Lal: Soft. Data: Yes, very good, Lal. You have correctly processed the sense of touch. There are many fascinating experiences I wish to share with you. Lal: Painting. Data: No, that is a flower, Lal. Inhale. Lal: Smell! Data: Yes. Lal: Show me more, Father. Second officer's science log, supplemental. Training in social skills at the most elementary level has begun. Lal is progressing very slowly but is not deterred by early setbacks. While motor coordination has improved twelve percent, reflexes still need to develop. Visual comprehension is especially difficult for Lal. Translating her vast data banks into recognizable applications may improve with additional transfers. She is also learning to supplement her innate android behavior with simulated human responses. And it is interesting to note that as I observe Lal learning about her world, I share in her experience, almost as though I am learning things over again. Data: The transfer itself is fairly simple. Each neural pathway in my brain is duplicated precisely in hers. Theoretically, the duplicate brains should be able to store and process the same information but until all of the transfers are complete, we will not know for certain. Wesley: What does Lal do while you're on duty? Data: She studies in our quarters. She requires very little supervision. Lal is quite self-sufficient. Wesley: Have you considered sending her to school? Data: She already has access to the sum of human knowledge from me. Wesley: Data, she could learn a lot by being with kids her own age. Data: She is only two weeks old. Wesley: Okay, close to her own age. Crusher: Doctor Crusher to Ensign Crusher. Aren't you supposed to be getting a hair cut, Wesley? Wesley: I'm on my way. Parents. Nothing personal. Data: Lal, the third crosslink transfer series is complete. Lal: Father? What is my purpose? Data: Purpose? Lal: My function, my reason for being? Data: That is a complex question, Lal. I can only begin to answer by telling you that our function is to contribute in a positive way to the world in which we live. Lal: Why am I me instead of someone else? Data: Because you are my child. Lal: Where did I come from? Data: These questions suggest that we have made a successful transfer of the heuristic associative pathways. You will now begin to process information on logic, esthetics, metaphysics, and epistemology. You are truly becoming sentient, Lal. Lal: How? Data: By developing the awareness to examine and question your perceptions. Lal: Why do we have two hands? Why not three or four? Why is the sky black? Why do Data: Tomorrow will be your first day of school, Lal. Picard: I assure you, Admiral, there's no better guide into this life for Lal than Data. He's doing an excellent job. Haftel: We all have enormous admiration for what Commander Data has already achieved, but we have superior facilities and personnel here at Galor Four. A starship is hardly a proper setting Picard: This starship's mission is to seek out new life and that is exactly what Commander Data is doing, under my guidance. Haftel: We all want what's best for the new android. Picard: As do I. I would be willing to consider releasing Lal and Data to you so that he may continue his work with her. Haftel: His presence would undoubtedly retard the new android's progress. Picard: Admiral, to you, Lal is a new android. But to Data, she's his child. Haftel: His child? Picard: Yes, Admiral. It may not be easy for you and I to see her that way, but he does. And I respect that. They will remain here for now. Haftel: Starfleet's policy on research is clear. You're making your stand on very uncertain ground. I do hope it doesn't fall out from under you. Haftel out. Ballard: She achieved a very high score on a test of academic achievement. Data: A perfect score? Ballard: Yes, which is why we started her out with the older children. But Lal couldn't understand the nuances of how they related to each other. Data: I see. Ballard: We decided the best thing to do would be to put her with younger children. Data: That would seem to be reasonable. Ballard: It isn't working out that way. Ballard: The children were afraid of her. Lal: Father, what is the significance of laughter? Data: It is a human physiological response to humor. Lal: Then judging from their laughter, the children at school found my remarks humorous. So without understanding humor, I have somehow mastered it. Data: Deck fifteen. Lal. Lal: Yes, Father? Data: The children were not laughing with you, they were laughing at you. Lal: Explain. Data: One is meant kindly, the other is not. Lal: Why would they wish to be unkind? Data: Because you are different. Differences sometimes scare people. I have learned that some of them use humor to hide their fear. Lal: I do not want to be different. Data: Doctor? I require your advice as a successful parent. Crusher: Well, thank you, Data. I'd like to think I was. Well, please sit down. How's Lal? Data: Lal is realizing she is not the same as other children. Crusher: Is it lonely for her? Data: She does not feel the emotion of loneliness, but she can observe how isolated she is from the others. She wishes to be more like them. I do not know how to help her. Lal is passing into sentience. It is perhaps the most difficult stage of her development. Crusher: When Wesley was growing up, he was an extraordinarily bright boy, but he had a hard time making friends. I think the other children were a little intimidated by him. Data: That is precisely what happened to Lal in school. How did you help him? Crusher: Well, first I went back to my own childhood and remembered how painful it was for me. Because I remember a time when I wasn't very popular either. And when I told that to Wesley, it made him feel a little better. He knew I understood what he was going through. Data: I have not told Lal how difficult it was for me to assimilate. I did not wish it to discourage her. Perhaps this was an error of judgment. Crusher: You didn't have any one experienced to help you through sentience. She at least has you. Just help her realize that she's not alone, and be there to nurture her when she needs love and attention. Data: I can give her attention, Doctor. But I am incapable of giving her love. Crusher: Now why do I find that so hard to believe? Worf: Captain, incoming signal. Starfleet priority one. Admiral Haftel. Picard: On my monitor, Lieutenant. Admiral. Haftel: Captain Picard, I hope I didn't disturb you. Picard: Not at all. Haftel: I have discussed my concerns with Starfleet Command. You are to hold your position until I join you. Then I shall personally review the android's development. Picard: Understood. Haftel: I should advise you, Captain, that if I'm not satisfied with what I see, I am empowered to take the android back with me. Haftel out. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We are holding position pending the arrival of Admiral Haftel from Starfleet Research. Commander Data is completing his final neural transfers to the android he has named Lal, which I have learned, in the language Hindi means beloved. Guinan: Hello, Data. Data: Guinan. Guinan: Lal, how are you? Lal: I am functioning within normal. I am fine, thank you. Guinan: Good. Data: Guinan, Lal needs to observe human behavior. Guinan: She's in the right place for it. Data: And for this opportunity, she is willing to provide services to assist you. Lal: Father says I would learn a great deal from working with someone as old as you. Guinan: You're hired. The most important part about working some place like this is the art listening. I have some expertise, so I shall teach you. Data: That would be most beneficial. Lal: I've been programmed with a listing of fourteen hundred and twelve known beverages. Guinan: What did you say? Lal: I've been programmed with a listing of fourteen hundred Guinan: I've? Data: You have used a verbal contraction. Guinan: You said I've instead of I have. Data: It is a skill my program has never mastered. Lal: Then I will desist. Data: No. You have exceeded my abilities. I do not object, but I do not understand how this has occurred. Picard: Picard to Commander Data. Please report to my Ready room. Data: Aye, sir. Data: I am certain the Admiral is anxious to meet Lal. I have been sending him regular status reports on her development. Picard: His visit is not just an inspection of Lal's progress. He has expressed a concern for her environment. Data: Her environment, sir? Picard: He believes the Daystrom annex on Galor Four would be more suitable. Data: Then he wishes to relocate us? Picard: Not you, Data. Just her. Data: I would not be in favor of that, sir. There are many things that she can learn only from me. My lifetime of experiences. The mistakes I have made and what I have learned from them. Worf: Captain, Commander Riker's shuttle has just returned. Picard: Acknowledged, Lieutenant. Will you advise Commander Riker I will meet with him in one hour. Picard out. The Admiral is taking the position that Lal's development should be overseen by the most experienced personnel. Data: Then he is questioning my ability as a parent. Picard: In a manner of speaking. Data: Does the Admiral have children? Picard: Yes, I believe he does, Data. Why? Data: I am forced to wonder how much experience he had as a parent when his first child was born. Guinan: You see? Lal: What are they doing? Guinan: It's called flirting. Lal: They seem to be communicating telepathically. Guinan: They're both thinking the same thing, if that's what you mean. Lal: Guinan, is the joining of hands a symbolic act for humans? Guinan: It shows affection. Humans like to touch each other. They start with the hands, and go from there. Lal: He's biting that female. Guinan: No, he's not biting. They're pressing lips. It's called kissing. Lal: Why are they leaving? Guinan: Lal, there are some things your father's just going to have to explain to you when he thinks you're ready. Riker: You're new around here, aren't you? Lal: Yes. Guinan: Lal! Lal, put him down. Data: Commander, what are your intentions toward my daughter? Riker: Your daughter? Nice to meet you. Lal: I watch them and I can do the things they do but I will never feel the emotions. I'll never know love. Data: It is a limitation we must learn to accept, Lal. Lal: Then why do you still try to emulate humans? What purpose does it serve except to remind you that you are incomplete? Data: I have asked myself that many times as I have struggled to be more human. Until I realized it is the struggle itself that is most important. We must strive to be more than we are, Lal. It does not matter that we will never reach our ultimate goal. The effort yields its own rewards. Lal: You are wise, Father. Data: It is the difference between knowledge and experience. Lal: I learned today that humans like to hold hands. It is a symbolic gesture of affection. Haftel: No objective viewpoint could see it any other way. Picard: Forgive me, Admiral, I thought you were sent here to form an opinion, not to justify one. Haftel: Captain, do not make this more difficult than it needs to be. Picard: I see no need for it to be difficult at all. I understand your concerns. What I'm asking for is time, patience. If you have an open mind, I'm sure you will see that it is imperative that Data and Lal be kept together during the formative stages of her development. After that, I have no doubt Commander Data will be delighted to deliver her to Starfleet Research. Haftel: That's not satisfactory. If mistakes are made, the damage that's done might be irreparable. Picard: I'm convinced the damage will be irreparable if they're separated. Haftel: Captain, are we talking about breaking up a family? Isn't that rather a sentimental attitude about androids? Picard: They're living, sentient beings. Their rights and privileges in our society have been defined. I helped define them. Haftel: Yes, Captain, and I am more than willing to acknowledge that. What you must acknowledge is that Lal may be a technological step forward in the development of artificial intelligence. Picard: A most significant step. Haftel: Yes, and work like this demands to be done with controlled procedures. Picard: Which Commander Data is following. Haftel: In effective isolation. And that is what Starfleet Research finds unacceptable. Data: So Lal now possesses the sum of my programming. Haftel: Her neural nets are laid down identically to yours? Data: There do seem to be some variations on the quantum level. She can use contractions. I cannot. Haftel: An aberration. What have you done about this? Data: I have maintained records on positronic matrix activity, behavioral norms, and all verbal patterns. I have seen no evidence of other aberrations. Picard: It would seem you've actually improved upon yourself, Data. Data: Is that not the goal of every parent, sir? Haftel: But as a good father, don't you think it would be better, especially in light of this new aberration, if Lal were close to people trained in diagnostic and evaluative procedures? Data: I am programmed with the procedures you mention, sir. And in any meaningful evaluation of Lal, you would require a model for a basis of comparison. I am the only model available, Admiral. Haftel: You haven't mastered human cultural and behavioral norms yourself yet, have you? Data: No, sir. Haftel: Where is Lal now? Haftel: This is your idea of appropriate guidance? Data: It is an opportunity for her to observe human behavior and more importantly, for her to interact with her crewmates. Haftel: She is capable of running over sixty trillion calculations per second, and you have her working as a cocktail waitress. Picard: Admiral, she is under the strict guidance of a woman in whom I have absolute trust. Ten Forward is the center of the ship's social activity. Everyone on board comes here. Haftel: I'm not convinced the sort of behavior she observes here will be a positive influence. Guinan: Most people when they come here behave themselves. If they don't, I ask them to leave. Picard: Admiral Haftel, Guinan. She runs Ten Forward. How is Lal doing? Guinan: She spills a few drinks every now and then, but she's learning. Haftel: I want the android out of here. Guinan: Now, Admiral, you've been in one or two bars in your time. Haftel: Have her report to me immediately for an interview. Haftel: Well, Lal, I've been looking forward to meeting you. Lal: Why? Haftel: You're very important to us at Starfleet Research. We have got quite a facility at Galor Four. I want like to show it to you. Picard: In fact, the Admiral is fact suggesting you be moved to Galor Four, Lal. Lal: Have I done something wrong? Haftel: Oh, no, of course not. We just want to broaden your experience. There's only so much you can learn on a starship. I'm sure you'll agree to that. Lal: Yes, I'll agree. Haftel: Good. Lal: Thus, the natural conclusion would be when I have learned all there is to learn aboard the starship, I would relocate to Galor Four. Haftel: That is not the natural conclusion here. Lal: I believe it is. Picard: You see, Lal, the Admiral is concerned that you need more guidance than your father can provide here on the Enterprise. Haftel: Yes. Don't misunderstand me, I have great respect for your father. Lal: You do not speak with respect. Haftel: She seems very adversarial. Lal: I'm merely stating a fact, Admiral. Haftel: I don't think your father has taught you selective judgment in the verbalisation of your own thoughts. That is a skill we will help you develop. Lal: My father is already helping me, sir. Haftel: The question is, has he helped you enough? Lal: Are you asking me, sir? Haftel: No, I didn't mean to ask any Picard: Why don't we, Admiral? In all these discussions, no one has ever mentioned her wishes. She's a free, sentient being. What are your wishes, Lal? Lal: I wish to remain here, Captain Picard. Picard: Thank you, Lal. You're excused. Troi: Come in. Troi: Hello, Lal. How are you? Lal: Troi. Admiral. Admiral. An admiral from Starfleet has come to take me away, Troi. I am scared. Troi: You are scared, aren't you? Lal: I feel it. How is this possible? Troi: I don't know. Lal: This is what it means to feel. This is what it means to feel. Haftel: You have Lal off to a wonderful start in life, Commander. And that's what being a parent is all about. However, I have finally decided that I must ask you to release her to me. Data: May I ask why, sir? Haftel: All the other arguments aside, there's one that is irrefutable. There are only two Soong-type androids in existence. It would be very dangerous to have you both in the same place. Especially aboard a starship. One lucky shot by a Romulan, we'd lose you both. Picard: Admiral, that is a fine argument, but it doesn't change my feeling that the proper place for Lal to develop is by Data's side. Haftel: You're not a parent, Captain. I am. I have learned, with difficulty, that there comes a time when all parents must give up their children for their own good. Picard: This is not the time. Damn it, even I can see the umbilical cord is virtually uncut. The child, the child depends on him. Haftel: Mister Data, it would be better for Lal if she left knowing you had voluntarily decided that this was the best course of action. Data: Admiral, when I created Lal, it was in the hope that someday she would choose to enter the Academy and become a member of Starfleet. I wanted to give something back in return for all Starfleet has given me. I still do. But Lal is my child. You ask that I volunteer to give her up. I cannot. It would violate every lesson I have learned about human parenting. I have brought a new life into this world, and it is my duty, not Starfleet's, to guide her through these first difficult steps to maturity, to support her as she learns, to prepare her to be a contributing member of society. No one can relieve me from that obligation. And I cannot ignore it. I am her father. Haftel: Then I regret that I must order you to transport Lal aboard my ship. Picard: Belay that order, Mister Data. Haftel: I beg your pardon? Picard: I will take this to Starfleet myself. Haftel: I am Starfleet, Captain! Proceed, Commander. Picard: Hold your ground, Mister Data. Haftel: Captain, you are jeopardizing your command and your career. Picard: There are times, sir, when men of good conscience cannot blindly follow orders. You acknowledge their sentience, but you ignore their personal liberties and freedom. Order a man to hand his child over to the state? Not while I am his captain. If you wish, you can accompany us to Starfleet, where we shall see Troi: Troi to Commander Data. Report to your lab at once. Picard: Acknowledged, Counselor. He's on his way. Is there a problem? Troi: Yes, Captain. Something is terribly wrong with Lal. Troi: It lasted barely a moment. She experienced fear and confusion. And then for no apparent reason she walked out of my quarters. She didn't say another word, she just started walking here and each step became more and more difficult. Data: Lal is programmed to return to the lab in the event of a malfunction. Lal: Father. Data: Yes, Lal. I am here. Picard: A malfunction. Emotional awareness. Data: It appears to be a symptom of cascade failure. It would require initialisation the base matrix without wiping out the higher functions. Haftel: I agree. May I assist? Data: Thank you, Admiral. Haftel: If you'll excuse us, Commander Data and I have much to do. Haftel: She won't survive much longer. There was nothing anyone could have done. We'd repolarize one pathway and another would collapse. And then another. His hands were moving faster than I could see, trying to stay ahead of each breakdown. He refused to give up. He was remarkable. It just wasn't meant to be. Data: Lal? I am unable to correct the system failure. Lal: I know. Data: We must say goodbye now. Lal: I feel Data: What do you feel, Lal? Lal: I love you, Father. Data: I wish I could feel it with you. Lal: I will feel it for both of us. Thank you for my life. Flirting. Laughter. Painting. Family. Female. Human. Data: Lal suffered complete neural system failure at thirteen hundred hours. I have deactivated the unit. Picard: The crew is saddened by your loss, Mister Data. Data: I thank you for your sympathy, but she is here. Her presence so enriched my life that I could not allow her to pass into oblivion. So I incorporated her programs back into my own. I have transferred her memories to me. Picard: Mister Data, will you take your position? Mister Crusher? Lay in a course for the starbase on Otar Two. Wesley: Course is set, sir. Picard: Engage.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43685.2 As part of an exchange program, we're taking aboard a Klingon officer to return the recent visit of Commander Riker to the cruiser Pagh. Picard: We must take care that while he is with us, Commander Kurn is accorded all the rights and responsibilities due the first officer of this ship. If he should feel patronized in any way Riker: I'm sure we'd know. One does not patronize a Klingon warrior. Picard: Your experience on board the Pagh will prove invaluable during the commander's tour. Be sure that the crew is prepared for any unusual orders. Riker: The Klingons are very thorough. I'm sure Commander Kurn has studied for his assignment just as I did when I served with them. Picard: I understand that he requested the Enterprise specifically. Crewwoman: Commander Kurn is ready for transport, Captain. Picard: Energize. Picard: Welcome aboard the Enterprise, Commander. I'm Captain Picard. This is Commander William Riker. He will be yielding the first officer's position to you during your tour. Kurn: You are relieved. May I take my station, Captain? Riker: I thought that I might show you your quarters first. Kurn: I am ready for duty, sir. I ask that I be allowed to take my station. Picard: Very well. If you will accompany us to the Bridge. Kurn: I am Kurn, commander rank, Klingon Defense Force. You will address me as Commander or sir at all times. I am fully aware of all Starfleet regulations and they will be strictly adhered to by all personnel while I am in command. It is my intention to bring a sense of diskipline that you may not be accustomed to. With your permission, of course, Captain. Picard: Oh, by all means, Commander. Kurn: I have studied all of your service records. Impressive. We shall see if you live up to your reputations. Do you wish to speak, Acting Ensign Wesley Crusher? Wesley: No, sir, Commander, sir. Kurn: The crew awaits your orders, Captain. Picard: Then take us to the outer cometary cloud, Commander. Kurn: Set course one one four mark two three zero, one third impulse power. Wesley: Aye, sir. Kurn: Execute. Wesley: Engaged. Increasing to one third impulse power, sir. Riker: Mind if I join you? Wesley: No, sir. Riker: Is there something wrong, Wes? Commander Kurn perhaps? Wesley: He just doesn't seem to like me. I can't do anything right for him. Every time I respond to an order he jumps down my throat. I don't know what I'm doing wrong. Riker: Problem, Geordi? Laforge: Yes, sir. It's our new first officer. Riker: I take it he found something wrong in Engineering? Laforge: Just the entire section. He pulled a surprise inspection in the middle of a maintenance cycle! I tried to explain it to him Riker: But he wouldn't listen. Laforge: We're all going to be doing double shifts down there just to ready for the next inspection. Riker: His style of command is just different. Klingons believe in obedience and a strict formality of command. Laforge: Yeah, but this isn't a Klingon vessel. He's going to have to loosen up, Commander. Wesley: It's not just us. He's been leaning into everybody pretty hard, except Laforge: Except the one guy who wouldn't really mind it. Worf: Sensors picking up asteroidal debris ahead, Commander. Kurn: Can you identify the coordinates, Mister Worf? Worf: Bearing zero zero one mark point oh three. Range, three hundred thousand kilometers. Kurn: Excellent. Please scan the asteroid field for me, Lieutenant, and report. Worf: Approximately two thousand small objects. None in our direct flight path, sir. Kurn: So, no course correction is necessary. Is that what you are saying? Worf: It should not be needed, sir. Kurn: Very good, Lieutenant. You handled that well. Kurn: Yes? Riker: Commander. Captain's mess? Kurn: Yes. Riker: Resume. Riker: Your knowledge of our systems and procedures is very impressive, Sir. I would like to make one suggestion, sir. Kurn: A suggestion? Riker: When I served aboard the Pagh, the hardest part for me was recognizing and adapting to the demands of the crew. They needed an iron hand. I imagine it must be very difficult for you to work with a crew that is so different. I would be happy to guide you in that regard, if it would be helpful. Kurn: No, Commander. It wouldn't. Riker: This is not a Klingon ship, sir. Kurn: No, Commander, it is not. If it were a Klingon ship, I would have killed you for offering your suggestion. Kurn: How long has the bird been dead? It appears to have been lying in the sun for quite some time. Laforge: It's not dead, it's been replicated. You do understand that we cook most of our foods. Kurn: Ah, yes. I was told to prepare for that. I shall try some of your burned replicated bird meat. Picard: I have attempted to select a menu that will allow you to sample a variety of dishes, Commander. Crusher: Try some caviar. Kurn: The odor is not palatable. What is it? Data: The unhatched eggs of a large scaleless Picard: Later, Data. A fish, Commander. A delicacy from the Caspian Sea on Earth It's a favorite of mine. Our replicator's never done it justice, but I managed to store a few cases for special occasions. Kurn: I am honored, Captain. Troi: Are you adjusting to your new environment, Commander? Kurn: I find the constraints a bit difficult to conform to. Just a short while ago, I had to stop myself from killing Commander Riker. I believe he was trying to communicate the crew's sense of discomfort with my style of command. Under different circumstances, I would consider that a challenge to my authority. Picard: One of the aims of the exchange program, Commander, is for all of us to learn tolerance. As for my crew, it may be healthy to shake up the status quo occasionally. Riker: The Commander certainly appears to have the crew on its toes Laforge: And then some. No offense, sir. Kurn: None taken. I never kill anyone at the supper table, Mister La Forge. Crusher: Don't you like it, Commander? Kurn: Our food has much more taste to it. While I'm sure this is well prepared, it is far too bland for the stomach of a Klingon. Laforge: It seems to agree with Worf. Kurn: Yes. Kurn: Enter. Kurn: 'el. Worf: Permission to speak freely, sir? Kurn: For what purpose? Worf: I have questions I wish to pose. Kurn: Are your quarters so comfortable? Worf: They serve me. Kurn: This entire ship seems built on comfort, relaxation, being at ease. It is not the ship of a warrior, not the ship of a Klingon. You cannot ask these questions within the boundaries of protocol? Worf: They are of a personal nature, sir. Kurn: Permission granted. Pose your questions. Worf: I wish to know if I have given you offense. Kurn: I am not human. If you had given offense, you would not need to ask. Worf: Perhaps I have not performed my duties to your satisfaction? Kurn: I find you to be a capable Starfleet officer. A credit to your ship. Worf: Yet you dishonor me at every opportunity. Kurn: Have I? I did not know that being polite to a Starfleet officer would bring dishonor on him. Worf: I am a Klingon. Kurn: Really? Perhaps your blood has thinned in this environment. I simply don't want to hurt you. Kurn: mev yap! So your blood is not so thin after all. Worf: I am a Klingon! if you doubt it, a demonstration can be arranged. Kurn: That is the response of a Klingon. The response I would expect from my older brother. Kurn: I was barely a year old when you left for the Khitomer Outpost. You, our mother and father were not going to stay long. It was decided that I did not need to go. I was left to stay with our father's friend, Lorgh, until you returned. You never did. Worf: The Starfleet officer that rescued me was told by the Klingon High Command that I had no living relatives. Kurn: They assumed that I was killed with the family at Khitomer. Lorgh had no sons. He took me into his family. It was not until I had reached the Age of Ascension that I was told the truth. Worf: So you asked to serve aboard the Enterprise to watch me. Kurn: It was an excellent opportunity to see what kind of Klingon you were, or if you were Klingon at all. Worf: Your deception offends me, brother. Kurn: It should. But it was required. Worf: To satisfy your curiosity. Kurn: No. Much more. You are the eldest son. The challenge is yours to make. Worf: Challenge? Kurn: The Klingon High Council has judged our father a traitor to the Empire. Picard: What are the allegations, Worf? Worf: My father is accused of aiding and abetting the Romulan attack on the Khitomer outpost. Picard: The attack in which he himself was killed? But why now, after twenty years? Worf: I do not know, Captain. I will hear the evidence when I arrive. The charge has been made by Duras, the son of my father's greatest rival. Our family name will be disgraced for seven generations. It is my responsibility to clear his name or answer for his crimes. Picard: Answer for them? Worf: The family of a Klingon warrior is responsible for his actions and he is responsible for theirs. If I fail in my challenge, I will be executed. Will you grant my leave, Captain? Picard: No. If I understand correctly, a Starfleet officer, a respected member of my crew, could be accused of a capital crime. Your actions in this matter will reflect on this ship and on the Federation. Therefore, it seems only appropriate that your captain should be at your side while you make your challenge. I'm sure you would do no less for me. Picard: Commander Kurn Kurn: Sir. Picard: We're changing course. Set coordinates for the First City of the Klingon Imperial Empire. Kurn: We arrive within the hour. Worf: Yes. Kurn: The Council will receive you at high sun in the Great Hall of Worf: I know the procedure for the challenge. Kurn: You'll need a cha'DIch to defend you. While you are accused, you will not be allowed combat. I would be honored if you chose me. Worf: I ask you to stand with me, to be my cha'DIch. Kurn: jIlajneS. ghIj qet jaghmeyjaj. The two sons of Mogh. Together, we will restore the family honor. Worf: No. For the proceeding, you will not reveal your true father. Kurn: I must. Worf: You will not. Kurn: Because it would mean my death as well if you fail? A Klingon's honor means more to him than his life. Perhaps your human values have clouded your judgment. I insist. Worf: On this ship, you are my commander, and I obey. In Council chamber, you are my cha'DIch. You do not insist. You obey. Kurn: Yes, brother. Worf: I am Worf, son of Mogh. I have come to challenge the lies that have been spoken of my father. K'Mpec: Worf, son of Mogh, you have challenged the judgment of the council. Are you prepared to answer for this if you fail? Worf: Yes. With my life. K'Mpec: Why do you come before us, Commander? Kurn: I am Kurn, son of Lorgh. I will stand by Worf's side. I am cha'DIch. Duras: You claim a birthright you have forsaken? Worf: I have not forsaken my heritage. I am Klingon. My heart is of this world. My blood is as yours. Duras: Yet you come to us wearing a child's uniform, and you bring outsiders to our Great Hall. Picard: I am here at my own request. I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Enterprise. Duras: Your words mean nothing here. K'Mpec: Duras, let him speak. Picard: Lieutenant Worf has served under my command with distinction. He has earned my admiration and my respect. It is my greatest wish that this Council, in its wisdom, will clear his family name and return him to duty. K'Mpec: The trust of a commanding officer is admirable. The council has noted it. Speak the accusation. Duras: For many turns, the truth about Khitomer has lain dormant. Unknown. Now the truth has been revealed. The traitor Mogh sent the defense access codes to the Romulan patrol ships, allowing them to destroy the outpost. Thousands died on Khitomer. My father died on Khitomer. Their deaths must be avenged. Your father was a traitor. By posing this challenge, you are a traitor. Duras: You will not wear the emblems of our people. You are a fool and your challenge can only result in a fool's death. Worf: It is a good day to die, Duras, and the day is not yet over. K'Mpec: The council stands in recess. We will return for the Mek'ba, when the evidence will be presented. Qapla' Picard: Mister Data, find out everything you can about the destruction of the Khitomer outpost. Cross reference with Romulan tactics and strategic information on the region, and request access to the Klingon central information net. Computer, presentation overview of Klingon custom and law pertaining to familial accountability. Computer: Accessing. Picard: In my ready room. K'Mpec: Worf. I would speak with you. Alone. K'Mpec: You should not have brought the challenge. There was no risk to you. What does it matter? Worf: I am Klingon. K'Mpec: Of that I have no question. But your life in the Federation would not be affected by this judgment. Worf: My father K'Mpec: Is dead. He died long ago. I knew your father, served with him. This is not how I wanted to remember him. We must let the past be and protect what we have now. If you leave before the Mek'ba, no shame will come on you. Return to your ship. Go back to your life. The challenge will be forgotten. Worf: Why would you ask me to lay aside the honor of my father, my family? Are these the words of the council? K'Mpec: I will not be questioned by you! Leave, now, or you too will be condemned as a traitor. Riker: What Federation starship was closest to Khitomer at the time of the attack? Data: The USS Intrepid was the first ship on the scene, sir. Riker: Contact Starfleet, request all logs of the Intrepid. Riker to Doctor Crusher. Crusher: Crusher here. Riker: Doctor, I want you to look over the medical records from all the rescue vessels that responded to the Khitomer massacre. See if there's any information on the aftermath that might help us. Crusher: Understood. Kurn: I should have known. Worf was right. It is a good day to die. Duras: The time has not yet come. It does not have to come for many turns. I know who you are, Kurn. Son of Mogh. Kurn: What? Duras: It was a wise choice to hide your family name. Do not err by embracing it again, for you only embrace death. Kurn: We will see. Duras: Worf has made a choice and he will die for it. You can still be safe. Let him stand alone. Kurn: He is my brother. I will not betray him! Duras: Then you will die for him. Crusher: What kind of a weapon makes a vicious wound like that? Worf: It is a kut'luch. The ceremonial weapon of an assassin. Crusher: Fortunately his metabolic recovery is phenomenal. He will be all right Worf: It does not matter. We should have let him die. Now that Duras knows his bloodlines, we will both be executed. Crusher: You sound like you've already lost, Worf. Data: Commander, I have discovered the basis of the charges against Worf's father. Apparently the Klingons recently captured a Romulan ship with logs that provided new information on the Khitomer attack. They clearly indicate a transmission from the outpost to the Romulan ship moments before the shields went down. Laforge: From Worf's father? Data: They do correspond to Mogh's personal security code. Riker: How can we be sure these records haven't been falsified? Laforge: We can cross check them against the Intrepid's sensor logs. Data: I will try, but the Intrepid was at the edge of sensor range during the attack and we cannot be sure if the scan was complete. Laforge: Looks like a pretty good match-up, Data Data: Both the Intrepid and Romulan logs show a series of distress signals from Khitomer. Riker: What happened there. Laforge: Those are gaps in the Intrepid's logs. Missing information due to the range. Data: That is where Mogh's alleged transmission should be. Riker: Right in the middle of the gap? Laforge: Wait a second, Data. Back up. Just before the Intrepid's gap begins, the timebase of both files are in perfect sync. But look. Look at what happens to the signal after the shields are dropped. Data: They are no longer synchronous. Laforge: Commander, somebody's been rewriting history. Picard: I do not pretend to fully understand the nuances of your world's law or culture, Lieutenant, but I do understand when somebody is trying to hide something. Worf: K'mpec urged me to drop my challenge, abandon my family honor. It was impossible to believe I was hearing a Klingon speak Picard: Obviously, they did not expect and never wanted this challenge. You're getting close to something, Lieutenant. Something they care a great deal about protecting. Worf: If it is true, it is not just Duras but the High Council itself that is my enemy. Captain, I must choose another cha'DIch. I would like your permission to ask one of the crew. Picard: Well of course, Lieutenant. Choose whomever you wish. Worf: Then I would ask you to stand with me. You may refuse with no dishonor. Picard: Thank you, Lieutenant. I appreciate the gesture, but I know that there are stronger and younger men from whom to choose. Worf: I can think of no one I would rather have at my side. Picard: jIlajneS. ghIj qet jaghmeyjaj. I accept. Worf: My challenge will proceed. No threats, no treachery will stop it. Not even a trap set for my cha'DIch by a coward. K'Mpec: Duras! Duras: I will not hear lies from the son of a traitor. Duras: Keep your place, Picard! Picard: This is my place. Worf: He is now my cha'DIch. Duras: This is not your world, human. You do not command here. Picard: I'm not here to command. Duras: Then you must be ready to fight. Something that Starfleet doesn't teach you. Picard: You may test that assumption at your convenience. Crusher: I've got something. Worf was not the only survivor of the Khitomer massacre. Riker: Another child? Crusher: No. A Klingon woman was found with Worf. Riker: Kahlest. Who was she? Crusher: I don't know, but the report said she was severely injured, was transferred to Starbase twenty four for treatment. That was when she was separated from Worf. And after her recovery, she returned home. Riker: We've got to find her, if she's still alive. Data, scan the Klingon central net. See if there's any record of her. Duras: The Romulans lowered the outpost shields themselves. They were given the defense access code! The record clearly show the Romulan patrol ship receiving a personal transmission from Mogh seconds before the shields fell. Riker: Riker to Captain Picard. Picard: Stand by. Duras: The Khitomer commander noted in his log that Mogh had been acting suspiciously. Picard: Go ahead, Number One. Riker: We've located another survivor of the Khitomer massacre, Captain a woman who was found with Worf. Her name is Kahlest. Riker: She resides in the Old Quarter of the First City. Picard: Well done. Picard out. Duras: Another witness has testified that Mogh often spoke of his admiration for the Romulans. Their culture. Their women. Mogh betrayed us, and four thousand Klingons died on Khitomer. Only the son of Mogh survived. Picard: K'mpec. May we have a short recess? K'Mpec: Len'mat. Picard: Have you heard of a woman named Kahlest? Worf: She was my ghojmoK, my nurse. Picard: It is possible she was an eyewitness to your father's activities on Khitomer. Worf: But she died in the attack. Picard: No, she survived. She's living in the Old Quarter. I'm going to find her. Worf: It is too dangerous. You must not go alone. Picard: Hey, I'm your cha'DIch. Picard: Kahlest? Kahlest: What do you want? Picard: Your help. Kahlest: No. Picard: You don't even know what I want. Kahlest: You are cha'Dich. I know. Picard: Then you also know that Worf's life is at stake. Kahlest: I cannot help. I am dead. A long time dead. Picard: Were you with Worf's father just before the attack on Khitomer? Kahlest: No. My life ended on Khitomer. I served a proud family, a strong house. All that is gone. Picard: Worf is not gone. The family you served needs you again. Kahlest: I cannot help. Picard: Was his father a traitor? Kahlest: No. Mogh was loyal to the Emperor. Mogh suspected someone of plotting with the Romulans and followed them to Khitomer. Picard: Who? Who was the traitor? Kahlest: I do not know. Picard: Then we have no way to prove Mogh's innocence, and Worf will die as the son of a traitor. Kahlest: You must leave now, cha'DIch. I am dead. Picard: My appreciation, madam. Kahlest: You are brave, cha'DIch. Worf chose well. Picard: Kahlest, would they recognize you? Would they know who your are? Kahlest: K'mpec would remember Kahlest. I caught his eye back then, but he was too fat. Picard: Come back with me. They won't know how much you know. You may shake loose the truth. Kahlest: I will come. Duras: The evidence is clear. I would ask that the judgment stand. That Worf be condemned as the son of a traitor to the Empire. K'Mpec: Worf, son of Mogh, the judgment of Picard: K'mpec! Picard: The Mek'ba is not complete. I bring an eyewitness to the Khitomer massacre, one who has new evidence, K'mpec. Kahlest: Mogh was innocent. K'Mpec: Len'mat. Duras: What is it you think you know, old woman? Picard: Do not answer. It is the rule of the Mek'ba that evidence be presented in open council. Duras: She will die before she gives evidence. K'Mpec: Be silent, Duras. Would you kill an old women to cover your dishonor? Picard: Yes. It is your dishonor we are protecting here, isn't it, Duras? Duras: I have no reluctance to kill you, human. Picard: Are you prepared to hear her evidence in open council? K'Mpec: Obviously, we would not. Kahlest, you can go now. It is good to see you again. Kahlest: You are still fat, K'mpec. K'Mpec: I asked you to leave, to let this challenge go unanswered, but you did not hear my words. And now it's come to this. Worf: Why did you judge my father guilty when you knew he was not? K'Mpec: Someone had to be blamed. The warriors who captured the Romulan ship had learned of the treachery, but only the Council knew whose security code had been transmitted. Ja'rod, father of Duras. Worf: This ha'DIbaH should have been fed to the dogs! K'Mpec: His family is powerful. If the truth were known, it would shatter the Council, most certainly plunge us into civil war. You were in Starfleet. We did not expect you to challenge the judgment, nor did we know there was another son of Mogh. Picard: Worf's challenge is successful. The honor of his family must be restored. K'Mpec: You do not understand. His challenge was defeated before he ever made it. You will not be allowed to present this evidence. The judgment stands. You will be condemned. So will your brother. There is no other way now. Picard: You admit the truth and yet expect him to accept punishment? What does this say of an Empire who holds honor so dear? K'Mpec: The Empire will not be destroyed for one family's honor. Picard: Unacceptable, K'mpec. Duras: You have no say in this, cha'DIch! Picard: I speak now as the Captain of the USS Enterprise and Lieutenant Worf's commanding officer. You will not execute a member of my crew, nor will I turn his brother over to you. K'Mpec: This is not the Federation, Picard. If you defy an order of the High Council, the alliance with the Federation could fall to dust. Picard: The alliance with the Federation is not based on lies, K'mpec! Protect your secrets if you must, but you will not sacrifice these men. Worf: I will die for the Empire. Picard: Lieutenant. Worf: The cha'DIch will be silent. Allow my brother to return to his life. Only you need know his true bloodline. Duras: Not acceptable. His honor would demand revenge. Worf: If you allow him to live, I will give you something that will serve your purpose far more than my death. I will accept discommendation. Duras: You would do this in open council? K'Mpec: It would be the same as admitting your father's guilt, Worf. Worf: So be it. K'Mpec: Your heart is Klingon. It will be done. What has been said here will never be spoken of again. Worf: You are the son of a traitor. Worf: Now I am ready. Kurn: Why is he doing this? I was prepared to die. Picard: Worf wants you to live. The name of your father must someday be cleared. He needs you alive with your honor intact. Kurn: But to do this Picard: There will be another day, Commander. Do not forget what he does here today. Do not let your children forget. Worf: tlhIH ghIj jIHyoj. K'Mpec: biHnuch. Worf: You must also, brother.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43714.1. We have finally succeeded in eradicating the Phyrox plague on Cor Caroli Five, and will soon be preparing to leave orbit and proceed to our next mission. A rendezvous with the USS Hood to assist their terraforming efforts on Browder Four. Data: Commander, ship's sensors detect an abnormal energy reading in the Captain's quarters. Riker: Type? Data: Undetermined. Riker: Riker to Captain Picard. Worf: Security team to Captain's quarters. Picard: Picard to Enterprise. Anyone receiving this transmission, please respond. Worf: Security override. Priority one. Picard 2: Is something the matter, Lieutenant? Picard: It's all right, it's al right. I'm not going to hurt you. Haro: Captain. Picard: Picard, of the Enterprise. Haro: Captain Picard. We studied your missions at the Academy Mitena Haro, first year cadet, Starfleet Academy. Picard: Cadet Haro. Tholl: Perhaps you can explain what this is all about. Picard: Unfortunately, I can't, Mister Tholl: Tholl. Kova Tholl, of Mizar Two. Picard: Well, Mister Tholl, all I know is that I've been brought here against my will. Wherever here is. Haro: The same thing happened to me, sir. I was alone, studying and I fainted. When I came to, it was about three days ago. Picard: And you, sir? Tholl: I've been here twelve days, possibly more. I had been meditating privately and for no reason whatever, I lost consciousness. Picard: What can you tell me about our captors? Tholl: Nothing. They've never shown themselves. Picard: Four sleeping areas. That implies we may be joined by another captive. Tholl: It's edible, but I wouldn't call it food. Tholl: I wouldn't touch that. Picard: Why not? Tholl: If it's the door lock, the combination's too complex to hit at random. I tried it and was punished. Picard: Punished? How? Tholl: Severe pain. Some sort of energy beam. I won't get near that panel again. Worf: Sir, the Hood has arrived at the rendezvous point. They are expecting us in thirty six hours. Picard 2: Thank you, Lieutenant. Mister Data, the nearest pulsar is in the Lonka cluster, is it not? Data: Correct, sir. Picard 2: What do we know about that pulsar? Data: A great deal, sir. It is a rotating neutron star of approximately four point three five six solar masses. Picard 2: Mister Crusher, how long would it take us to get there? Wesley: At warp seven, thirty four minutes. Picard 2: Mister Crusher make it so. Wesley: Sir? Picard 2: Set course for the Lonka pulsar. Warp two. Wesley: Aye, sir. Sir, at warp two we'll arrive at the pulsar in thirty one hours. Picard 2: Thank you, Ensign. Engage. Wesley: Aye, sir. Riker: Will we be delaying our rendezvous with the Hood, sir? Picard 2: We may have to, Number One. Riker: Lieutenant, contact the Hood and inform them of our delay. Worf: Aye, Commander. Picard 2: Belay that order. There will be no further communication off this ship without my prior authorisation. Commander, may I have a word with you? Mister Data, you have the bridge. Data: Aye, sir. Picard 2: Number One, you know I like to keep you well informed as to the nature of our missions. Riker: Yes, sir. Picard 2: And if I don't inform you there is a reason. I don't like keeping you in the dark, but for the next few days I may not be able to be as communicative as usual. It may make things difficult for you. Riker: Don't worry about me, sir. I can handle it. Picard 2: And the crew? Riker: You can count on all of us, sir. Picard 2: I appreciate that, Number One. Tholl: Picard, what are you doing? Picard: Attempting to let our captors know that we possess intelligence. Tholl: You don't think they already know that? They can hear us talking. Picard: Yes, but they may not realize that we're communicating through language. Haro: Captain Picard is letting them know we comprehend mathematics by tapping out the first six prime numbers. Tholl: I know what he's doing. I'm trying to understand why. Picard: It is imperative that we communicate with our abductors, find out what they want. Tholl: Obviously, they want us. Picard: Obviously. But why? What made our captors choose us? What makes us special? Haro: I couldn't say, Captain. I'm certainly not special. I am just one cadet. Picard: What's your best area of study? Haro: Impulse propulsion systems. I'm very good with field coils. Picard: Good enough to be useful to our abductors? Haro: I don't know. Maybe. But if they needed an engineer, sir, why didn't they take a real one? Why pick a Starfleet cadet? Picard: That I can't answer. The Bolians are maintaining an uneasy truce with the Moropa, are they not? Haro: That's right. But this doesn't look like Moropa technology and, even assuming the Moropa wanted me, what would they want with either of you? Tholl: I've never even heard of the Moropa. My race has no enemies. Picard: None? In the last three hundred years of Mizarian history, your planet has been conquered six times! Tholl: And we've survived by not resisting. Mizarians value peace above confrontation. Picard: Then you have no idea who might have done this. Tholl: No. I don't know of anyone who bears malice toward my race. Picard: Or against you personally? Tholl: You can't mean to suggest that someone with a personal grudge against me has gone to all this trouble. Picard: I'm not suggesting anything. I'm merely trying to come up with some explanation for your abduction. Tholl: I'm sorry, Picard. I can't give you one. I am neither important enough to hold for ransom nor radical enough to be dangerous. I'm a simple public servant. Picard: Nevertheless, Mister Tholl Picard: Stop! We mean you no harm. We are prisoners, like yourself. We are not the enemy. Esoqq: Who has done this? Picard: We don't know. We were brought here the same way you were. Our captors refuse to show themselves. Esoqq: I don't trust you. Picard: You must trust us. We wish only to return to our worlds. Were you abducted from Chalna? Esoqq: You know my planet? Picard: Oh, yes. I visited there twelve years ago, while commanding the Stargazer. Riker: Five, and twenty. Laforge: Ouch. Troi: If it's too rich, Geordi, fold. Laforge: I'm thinking, I'm thinking. Data: Enter. Picard 2: Counselor, gentlemen. Forgive this intrusion. I was just passing by. Data: You are always welcome, Captain. Picard 2: I was wondering, Mister La Forge. What's our engine efficiency status? Laforge: Operating at ninety three percent, sir. Picard 2: That's very good, but I would like to increase the efficiency to ninety five percent. Laforge: No problem, Captain, I'll get right on it. Picard 2: That's not an order. You can get to it later. I don't want to disrupt your recreation. Laforge: No Captain, it's no problem. Lady Luck left me long ago. Troi: Would you care to join us, Captain? We have an opening. Picard 2: I'd rather just observe, if you don't mind. Riker: Not at all. Counselor, twenty. Riker: Pair of threes. Troi: Flush. Queen high. Data: That beats my fours. Picard 2: Well played, Counselor. May I have a word with you for just a moment? Troi: Certainly, sir. Picard 2: Forgive me, gentlemen. I'll return your player to you in a moment. Picard 2: Counselor, I wanted to ask you about the crew. How are they reacting to our sudden change in course? Troi: I sense no unusual reaction, Captain. After all, such a change is hardly out of the ordinary. Picard 2: They're not curious or concerned as to why? Troi: They're curious, yes. But concerned? No, they trust you. Picard 2: How far do you think that trust goes? Troi: Sir? Picard 2: I know, Counselor, that the crew has always had full confidence in me. But what if it were to change? Troi: Well, I'd inform you, sir, of course. Picard 2: Thank you, Counselor. Esoqq: My given name is Esoqq. It means fighter. Tholl: I'll bet half the names in the Chalnoth language mean fighter. Esoqq: Mizarians. Your names all mean surrender. Tholl: We are a peaceful race, a race of thinkers. Esoqq: A race of cowards. And you? I don't know your people. Haro: I am Mitena Haro, of Bolarus Nine. Esoqq: Who would want to imprison a child? Haro: I'm not a child. Picard: Esoqq, I've been trying to determine if we have a common enemy. Someone with a reason for confining us here. Esoqq: There are Chalnoth who would kill me if they could. But kidnap? There is no reason. Picard: You have many enemies? Esoqq: None of consequence. I've slain all the ones who mattered. That shocks you, Bolian? Haro: A little. Esoqq: And you? Tholl: I'm not surprised. I've heard about your race. You're uncivilized. You have no laws, no system of government Esoqq: The Chalnoth have no use for laws or governments! We are strong. We obey no one. Tholl: You live in anarchy, murdering one another, That mentality may get us all killed. Esoqq: And you may be the first. Picard: Both of you. This is getting us nowhere. Tholl: Neither is asking us useless questions, Picard. But, if you must pursue the topic, How long have you and the Romulans been adversaries? Picard: For quite a while, Mister Tholl. I am perfectly willing to entertain the hypothesis that our captors are Romulans. But what would the Romulans want with you? Tholl: My brainpower, perhaps. It's well known that my species possesses superior intelligence and I am considered among the brightest of my people. Haro: And the least modest. Esoqq: What is this? Picard: Food. Esoqq: The only food? Picard: It would seem so. Esoqq: Poison! Tholl: Does this mean there's nothing here for you to eat? Esoqq: You. Tholl: Don't even think that! Picard, you won't let him Picard: Esoqq, how long can you go without food? Esoqq: Three days. Perhaps four. Picard: No longer? Esoqq: No longer. Crusher: Well, all your tests indicate the same results. You are in great shape. Picard 2: I never felt better. Crusher: I see. Then why did you come in? Your annual physical isn't due for another month. Picard 2: Well, usually you have to remind me, then badger me, and finally order me to report. For once I thought I'd save you the trouble. Crusher: Jean-Luc, be honest with your doctor. Are there any warning signs or symptoms that you haven't told me about? Picard 2: As far as I know, I'm perfectly healthy. Crusher: Well, then, return to your post. Picard 2: Will you have dinner with me tonight? Crusher: In Ten Forward? Picard 2: What about my quarters? More intimate. Crusher: Jean-Luc, you are full of surprises today. Picard 2: I take that to be a yes. Tholl: Picard is it wise to attempt an escape? Picard: It's imperative. Tholl: Why? Our captors haven't mistreated us. Haro: We've been kidnapped, locked in a room. You don't think that's mistreatment? Tholl: They haven't hurt us, have they? I think we should just wait until we find out what they want. Be patient. Picard: We can no longer afford to be patient. Unless we act soon, Esoqq will starve. Tholl: If we antagonize them, they may decide we're more trouble than we're worth, kill us and go capture another four. Picard: I agree that's a risk, but I see no alternative. Tholl: Well, I refuse to help. Picard: As you wish, Mister Tholl. We must get inside this panel. Esoqq: Not very sturdy. Picard: Stand back, Haro. Haro: The design is simple. Cross-circuiting the door mechanism should be easy. Picard: Make it so. Haro: Yes, sir. Haro: I think I've got it. Tholl: I warned you. Crusher: Out with it, Jean-Luc. Picard 2: Out with what? Crusher: Whatever has been on your mind all evening long. Picard 2: Has it been that apparent? How well you know me. Crusher: After all this time, I ought to. Picard 2: Well, it's true, I have been preoccupied. I know that's not very flattering to you, but I have been thinking about us. And about the choices I've made. Crusher: We've both made choices. Picard 2: And I've been wondering if they were the right ones. Sometimes I feel we've allowed our positions to isolate us. Crusher: Our positions necessitate a degree of professional detachment. Picard 2: But there's a danger in becoming too detached, of never permitting ourselves to get closer. Crusher: Is that what you want, Jean-Luc? To get closer? Picard 2: You're a very attractive woman. Crusher: And you're a very attractive man. But we both know it's not as simple as that. Picard 2: Would it be simpler if I were not your commanding officer? Crusher: Simpler, perhaps, but that's not the only issue. I guess, right now, I'm comfortable with our relationship just the way it is. Picard 2: Would you care to dance? Crusher: I thought you didn't dance. Picard 2: On special occasions. Picard 2: I don't think I told you, but I'm glad you're back on the Enterprise. I missed our friendship. Crusher: I did too. Crusher: Jean-Luc, if I didn't know you better, I would think you were playing games with me. Picard 2: You're sorry you came tonight? Crusher: I didn't say that. Picard 2: Good. Because I'm delighted you did. But, perhaps we should call it a night. Picard 2: Goodnight. Tholl: I warned you not to provoke our captors. The next beams might be lethal. Esoqq: Not to you. You moved far from the door. Tholl: Of course I did! Being stunned once was enough. Esoqq: You claim you were hit by the stun beam before the rest of us arrived. You could be lying. Maybe our enemy is watching us from inside. Tholl: Are you accusing me of collaborating with our abductors? Esoqq: Collaboration is what your species does best. Haro: You did try to talk us out of attempting to escape. Esoqq: For all we know, you may be our captor. Tholl: Impossible. I'm a Mizarian. My people are not aggressive. Esoqq: How can we be sure you're a Mizarian? You could be an impostor. Tholl: This is nonsense. What if you're an impostor? Esoqq was the last one to appear, and he is the only one with a weapon. Esoqq: Keep talking and I will use it. Picard: Tholl, our captors have transporters, they have stun beams. It is hardly likely that they would try to hold us at bay with a knife. Tholl: Well, then, maybe she's an impostor. She could have triggered the stun beams deliberately. Haro: I was hit, too. Tholl: To forestall suspicion. You were very quick to volunteer. Picard: Tholl, I asked her to open the door. Tholl: You ordered her, you mean. You've been giving orders from the moment you got here, trying to make everyone do what you want. Picard: Tholl, what I want is for everyone to escape! Esoqq: Why should we believe you? Haro: Captain Picard's put his life at stake for others many times. The primitive culture on Mintaka Three, the Wogneer creatures in the Ordek Nebula. Picard: And Cor Caroli Five. Haro: Right. Helping to cure the Phyrox Plague. Esoqq: And how do we know this is the heroic Captain Picard? We have no proof of his identity. Tholl: You've wasted our time with failed attempts to communicate with them or escape. Is that your task? To keep us busy so we're off guard? First officer's log, supplemental. Although we're still eighteen hours from the Lonka pulsar, the Captain has ordered us to slow to one half impulse. He has offered no explanation. Riker: I don't know why we're going to this pulsar. And creeping up on it at half impulse makes even less sense. Troi: The Captain has given unusual orders before. Riker: I know, but this is different. He's different. I can't put my finger on it, but I'm worried. Troi: The Captain does seem detached from his emotions. Picard 2: Mister La Forge. We are operating at ninety six percent engine efficiency. Well done. Laforge: Thank you, sir. Picard 2: When we arrive at the pulsar, I shall require everyone at their best. I know that I can rely on both of you. Worf: Of course, Captain. Picard 2: Excellent. An ale for me, and for my officers. In fact, ales for everyone. Picard 2: Here's to the finest crew in Starfleet. You know, back when I was in the Academy, we would follow every toast with a song. I wonder if I can, oh, yes. Picard 2: Come cheer up my lads, 'Tis to glory we steer. To find something new in this wonderful year. To honor we call you as free men and brave. For who are so free as the sons of the waves? Hearts of Oak are our ships, Jolly tars are our men. We always are ready. Steady, boys, steady. We'll fight and we'll conquer again and again. Laforge: Commander, what's the Captain up to? Riker: That's not the Captain I know. Riker: We're a mission that has no apparent purpose. In itself, I can accept that. All of us can, because the Captain says it's important and we trust him. Then he runs the crew through efficiency drills for the first time in my tour of duty, but he says we need them, so we need them, because we trust our Captain. But we also have a captain singing drinking songs with his men. Laforge: A Captain who's come to the poker game for the first time. Troi: And he was very odd with me afterwards. He wanted me to warn him if the crew started to lose confidence in him. Riker: Any signs of mental stress or trauma? Crusher: He came in for a physical with no word from me. Worf: Anything unusual, Doctor? Crusher: Every test result identical to his last physical, which is kind of unusual in itself, actually. Riker: Almost as though he wanted to establish that there was nothing wrong. Crusher: There was one other thing. He asked me to dinner in his cabin, and it was a very unusual evening. Riker: Which brings up a very serious possibility. What if there's an outside influence at work here? Troi: I detect no evidence of telepathic coercion. Data: Commander, there is still one fact we have not considered. The abnormal energy reading in the Captain's quarters was never explained. Worf: It is not enough evidence to justify mutiny. Riker: Nobody has suggested removing the Captain from command. Right now, all we have are suspicions. Not enough to act upon. The next move is his. Tholl: Well, Picard? Prove to us you're not the enemy. Picard: I can't. You're right, Mister Tholl. Any of us may be the enemy. And there is no way to prove that we aren't. But until we set aside our mutual fears and trust one another, we have no hope of escape. Haro: But sir, how can we trust each other? Tholl: She's right. There may be an enemy among us. Picard: And what if there is, Mister Tholl? Shall we continue accusing one another until hostility leads to violence? Shall we allow our suspicions to destroy us? Now, let's see if we can override this stun mechanism. Picard 2: Helm take us in to twenty million kilometers. Wesley: Aye, sir. Riker: Mister Worf, divert enough power to the shields to offset the increased radiation and magnetic fields. Data: Sir, at twenty million kilometers, our shields will only be effective for eighteen minutes. Picard 2: Noted, Mister Data. Riker: Captain, may I have a word with you? Picard 2: You have the Bridge, Mister Data. Data: Aye, sir. Riker: What is our mission? Picard 2: I'm under no obligation to tell you that. Riker: If you don't, you force me to take command of this vessel. Picard 2: On what grounds? Riker: You are endangering this ship for no reason. Picard 2: No reason you're aware of. Riker: That's not good enough. Your behavior has been erratic. Picard 2: Erratic enough to justify mutiny? Do you honestly believe you have sufficient evidence to convince a board of inquiry? Riker: No, I don't. But I can't let you risk the lives of this crew. Picard 2: Number One, has it occurred to you that you might be the one with the problem? I'm aware you've been under stress, and I am willing to let the matter drop if you will report to Sickbay for a full examination. Otherwise, I will have to relieve you from duty. Think about it. Picard: Cadet. Haro: I may have overloaded it, sir. Picard: Mister Tholl! Tholl: I still think this is a mistake. Tholl: Now what? We're no better off than when we started. Data: Captain, number four shield has failed. Increasing power to number three shield to compensate. Picard 2: Helm, move us closer. Ten million kilometers. Data: Sir, at that distance, the ship will not withstand the magnetic fields and radiation. We will not survive. Picard 2: Take us in, Mister Crusher. Riker: Belay that order. Picard 2: You're relieved of duty, Commander. Mister Worf, confine Mister Riker to his quarters. Picard 2: Mister Worf, I gave you an order. Riker: Maintain your position, Lieutenant. Picard 2: You're destroying yourself and anyone who is foolish enough to listen to you. Riker: You've shown none of the concern that Captain Picard would for the safety of his ship, the welfare of his crew. Picard 2: Mister Worf, escort Commander Riker from the Bridge. Riker: Ensign Crusher, take us away from this pulsar. Heading one eight five mark three two. Full impulse. Wesley: Full impulse. Aye, Commander. Riker: Engage. Tholl: I hope you're satisfied, Picard. You've accomplished nothing. Esoqq: The sound of your voice is beginning to anger me. Picard: Well, I think this charade has gone far enough. Don't you? Haro: I don't understand. Picard: Oh yes, you do. This isn't a holding cell. It's a laboratory maze, a carefully structured test. It's an experiment to see how well we react under pressure. Esoqq: How do you know? Picard: It's the only explanation. Look at the four of us. We do have something in common. We all react differently to authority. You, the collaborator, defer to whoever has control. You, the anarchist, reject authority in any form. I, a Starfleet Captain, trained to command. And you, a Starfleet cadet, sworn to obey a superior officer's authority. Our captors have placed us here and have devised obstacles for us to overcome. They give us food which Esoqq can't eat, to make him a threat. They give us a door we can't open until the four of us co-operate. And each time we succeed, they deal us reverses to set us against each other again, while you observe our reactions. Haro: Sir, I've been trying to help. Picard: I found it unlikely that a first year cadet would know of the Enterprise's visit to Mintaka Three, so I tested you. Starfleet has classified the Cor Caroli Five plague as secret. No cadet would have knowledge of that incident. Haro: Captain. Picard: So you may as well drop this pretense. I'm not playing any further. I'm quitting the game. As far as I am concerned, this experiment is over! Haro: You are correct, Captain Picard. Alien 1: To further our knowledge of alien interaction, we borrowed you, Tholl, and Esoqq, and replaced you with replicas. Esoqq: Replicas? Alien 2: Our transporter is able to replicate living matter, including the brain's many trillion dendritic connections where memory is stored. Tholl: You mean there's a copy of me on Mizar Two? Picard: An impostor running my ship. Alien 2: No longer. Commander Riker has taken charge of the Enterprise. Alien 1: Our species is telepathically linked. We are all in continual contact. Alien 2: Much more efficient than your primitive vocal communications. Alien 1: We would like to pursue this study, but of course your awareness of it would taint the results. Alien 2: We will therefore return you to your places of origin. Riker: Captain! Picard: Hold your positions. Take no action. Picard: Why did you choose to study the concepts of authority and leadership? Alien 4: Because our species has no such concepts. Alien 1: As we are all identical, distinctions among ourselves are meaningless. Hence we have no leaders no followers. Alien 4: We wanted to examine the nature of command. Alien 1: Our replicas of Tholl and Esoqq explored this issue on Mizar Two and on Chalna, just as our Picard replica did on the Enterprise. Alien 4: Your responses were most intriguing. Picard: You have no right to put us through this just to satisfy your curiosity. Alien 1: Why not? Picard: Because kidnapping is an immoral assault. The rights of other races must be respected. Alien 4: This concept of morality is a very interesting human characteristic. We shall have to study it sometime. Picard: Now, Mister Worf. Alien 1: What is it? Alien 4: Why do you hold us? Picard: Because there is something else you can learn. With an alert crew, even our primitive vocal communications are unnecessary. With a single look I was able to inform my crew that I wanted to hold you here. Alien 4: But why? Picard: Because I've decided to conduct an experiment of my own. I want to see how you react to being imprisoned. Alien 1+4: Captain, our species cannot bear captivity. Alien 1: We were merely curious. We meant no harm. Alien 4: We did not, after all, injure you in any way. Picard: Imprisonment is an injury, regardless of how you justify. Picard: And now that you have had a taste of captivity, perhaps you will reconsider the morality of inflicting it upon others. In any event, we now know about your race and we know how to imprison you. Bear that in mind. Now get off my ship. Picard: Mister Crusher. Set course to rendezvous with the Hood. Warp eight. Wesley: Aye, sir. It's good to have you back, sir. Picard: Status, Number One? Riker: Ship and crew functioning normally, Captain. Picard: Then my doppelganger caused no serious damage? The replica was convincing? Riker: Very convincing, but not perfect. Picard: Not perfect in what way? Riker: Well, sir, I find it hard to believe you're that good a singer. Picard: A singer? I look forward to reading your report, Commander. At least, I think I do. Picard: Doctor Crusher: Captain. Wesley: Course laid in, sir. Picard: Engage.

Computer: Welcome to Risa. All that is ours is yours. Ajur: We are looking for the lodging chamber of Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Computer: A file scan reveals no record of a Captain Picard currently visiting Risa. Ajur: When is he expected to arrive? Computer: Where is no arrival date on file for any such individual. Boratus: Could we have been mistaken? Ajur: He will come. First officer's log, Stardate 43745.2. We have departed Gemaris Five, where for the past two weeks Captain Picard has been serving as mediator in a trade dispute between the Gemarians and their nearest neighbor, the Dachlyds. Riker: Welcome back, Deanna. Troi: It's good to be back. The last two weeks have been grueling. Riker: I take it the Captain was able to negotiate an agreement mutually beneficial to both parties. Troi: He was. I don't know how he managed it. The Gemarians and the Dachlyds are both incredibly stubborn people. Riker: The more difficult the task, the sweeter the victory. Picard: Go to warp four, Mister Bennett. Set a course for Starbase twelve. Report. Riker: Everything status quo, sir. Picard: Very well. If anyone needs me, I'll be in my Ready Room. Riker: Sir. Congratulations. Picard: About what? Piker: About the trade agreement. Riker: Is it my imagination, or is something bothering the Captain? Troi: He has been under a great deal of strain lately. While we were on Gemaris, he ate sparingly and slept even less. Riker: Anything we can do? Troi: Actually, I have a solution in mind, but I doubt he'll agree to it. Riker: What would that be? Troi: Our captain needs a vacation. Picard: Come. Crusher: Sir, it's been brought to my attention one of the crew has been neglecting his health again. Picard: How so? Crusher: It's a classic case of stress-related ailments brought on by overwork. Exhaustion, irritability, muscle spasms. Yet he insists on ignoring them. Picard: Doesn't sound too serious. Crusher: And I plan to keep it that way. Picard: What's the treatment. Crusher: A week's shore leave. Picard: Impossible. Crusher: Jean-Luc, I could make that an order. Picard: But you won't. Beverly, you know I loathe vacations. Crusher: You loathe going on vacations. Once you're there you have a marvelous time. You told me your four days on Zytchin Three were wonderful. Picard: I lied. Look, the Enterprise is scheduled to spend a week undergoing maintenance overhaul at Starbase twelve. While there, I promise that I will make full use of available recreation activity. Crusher: Watching some technician fill deuterium tanks is not my idea of fun. Picard: I suppose I could find a few hours to spend on the holodeck. Crusher: Forget the holodeck. Isn't there someplace you want to go? Picard: The Astrophysics Center on Icor Nine is holding a symposium on rogue star clusters. I had given serious thought to attending. Crusher: The last thing you need is serious thought. Jean-Luc, why don't you go some place beautiful, where you can relax and be pampered. You deserve it. Picard: I'll give it serious thought. Crusher: Captain. Picard: Doctor. Enough. Riker: So, have you decided where you're going yet? Picard: Yes I have, Number One. Bridge. Riker: No, I meant on your shore leave. Picard: Not you too. Riker: Halt. I know this perfect little vacation spot. In fact, it falls within the coordinates of this sector. Picard: How convenient. Except, Number One, I have absolutely no intention of taking a holiday. Is that clear? Riker: Very clear. Picard: Good. I'm glad we've got that straightened out. Resume. Riker: The place is called Risa, and believe me, Captain, it is a paradise. Warm tropical breezes, exotic food. Nothing to do but sit around all day and enjoy the quiet. And then PICARD + Riker: The women. Picard: Of course. Riker: I'm sure you would find their sybaritic outlook on life very appealing. Picard: Oh, I'm sure. Riker: I'm glad to hear you say so, sir. Picard: Unfortunately, this vessel is about to undergo extensive repairs requiring my personal supervision. Riker: What about Risa? Picard: Some other time, Number One. Troi: Will, I've just had some terrific news. Riker: Really? Troi: There's an excellent chance my mother may be joining us on Starbase twelve. Picard: Your mother? Troi: She's returning home from a conference on Achrady Seven, and she's going to try to rearrange her schedule so she can spend some time visiting with us. Riker: That's wonderful, Deanna. Troi: She mentioned how much she was looking forward to seeing you again, Captain. Picard: Did she? Commander, could I have a word with you? Riker: Is something wrong, Captain? Picard: Tell me, Number One, is the entire crew aware of this little scheme to send me off on holiday? Riker: I believe there are two ensigns stationed on deck thirty nine who know nothing about it. Picard: I suppose this means I can look forward to a week of continual harassment on this subject? I admit, I've been feeling a little fatigued. Riker: I'll see to it that these bags are beamed directly to your room, sir. Troi: You look very handsome, if I might saying so Captain. Riker: Are you taking all these books? Picard: I thought I'd take some light reading in case I got bored. Riker: Ulysses by James Joyce? Ethics, Sophistry and the Alternate Universe by Ving Kuda. You call that light reading? Picard: To each his own, Number One. Riker: Have I mentioned how imaginative the Risian women are, sir? Troi: Too often, Commander. Riker: I do have one request, sir. Picard: You want me to bring you back a souvenir? Riker: It's called a Horga'hn. I don't think you'll have any trouble finding one. Picard: Consider it done. Worf: Captain, I would feel better if you would allow me to assign a security officer to you. We will be out of communication range when we leave orbit. Picard: I really don't think that will be necessary, Mister Worf. Risa has a reputation of being a most peaceful planet. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Well, the ship is yours, Number One. Troi: Enjoy your trip, Captain. Picard: I'll try, Counselor. Riker: He's going to have a great time. Picard: I beg your pardon. Vash: God, it's so good to see you again. Picard: I think you've mistaken me for someone else. Vash: You know, I think you might be right. Welcome to Risa. Picard: A simple handshake would have sufficed. Joval: Return. My apologies. I fear I have yet to master the art of hoverball. Picard: So it would seem. Joval: My name is Joval. I am employed here. Is there anything you require to make your stay a more pleasant one? Joval: You find me amusing. Picard: No. It's just that you are the fifth woman to ask me that question this morning. All I require is to sit in the sun and read my book. Alone. Joval: And afterward? Picard: I really haven't thought that far ahead. Joval: Then may I suggest a swim to be followed by a massage? Picard: Some other time perhaps. Joval: I don't understand. You say you wish to be alone yet you carry the Horga'hn. Picard: I just purchased that. Why? Are you implying this has some special meaning? Joval: The Horga'hn is the Risian symbol of sexuality. To own one is to call forth it powers. To display it is to announce you are seeking Jamaharon. Picard: Riker! Joval: Do you seek Jamaharohn? Picard: I don't even know what it means. The Horga'hn is for a friend. Joval: I see. Someone close to you? Picard: That's right. Joval: Someone you love? Picard: I wouldn't go that far. Joval: Your attitude is most puzzling. I will leave you now to your book. Picard: That is all I ask. Picard: You're blocking the suns. Sovak: I know you're working with her. I warn you, it's a mistake. Picard: Are you addressing me? Sovak: Don't bother to deny it. I've seen the two of you together. Picard: I don't know what the devil you're talking about. But whatever it is, I assure you it's no concern of mine. Sovak: Tell her I want the disk returned to me immediately. Picard: Perhaps I have not made myself clear. You have the wrong man. Sovak: I am rapidly losing patience with you. I demand you talk business. Picard: You'll find Ferengi demands carry little weight with me. Sovak: Obviously you've never dealt with my people before. Picard: On the contrary, all too often. Sovak: Then you know the Ferengi are not to be trifled with. Picard: Or trusted. Sovak: You dare to insult me? Picard: I advise you to listen closely for I will not say this again. I came to Risa for a holiday, nothing more. I have no knowledge of this woman of whom you speak, nor have I laid eyes on any disk. Sovak: You expect me to believe such feeble lies? Picard: I don't care what you believe! Sovak: This is not over yet, human. The disk is mine! And so is the woman. Remember that. Vash: Hello. Picard: Oh, it's you. Vash: That's not much of a greeting. Picard: Look, I don't wish to appear rude, but I am not seeking jamaharon. Vash: All right, but you really should try it some time. Picard: If I try it, it will be at a time of my own choosing. Vash: That's fine with me. It's not as though I was offering to help you find it. Picard: I, er, I assumed because of the way you welcomed me the other day. Vash: I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. Picard: I don't recall saying I was embarrassed. If's just that I prefer to be acquainted with the women that I kiss. Vash: That's understandable. The name's Vash. Picard: Jean-Luc Picard. Vash: So tell me about yourself, Jean-Luc. Vash: Would you rather I guess? I can be very persistent. Picard: I'm the captain of a Federation starship. Vash: That explains it. Picard: Explains what? Vash: I noticed you arguing with that Ferengi. For a moment there it looked like it was going to come to blows. Picard: You're the woman he was talking about? Vash: I hope your disagreement wasn't over me. Picard: For that information you'll have to ask him. Vash: Where are you going? Picard: To find some privacy. Vash: Wait a second. Vash: What did he tell you? I'm sure there wasn't a bit of truth to it. Sovak: And you said you didn't know her. Picard: I don't. And I don't want to. Sovak: Return the disk to me and all will be forgiven. Vash: The disk doesn't belong to you, Sovak. It never did. Picard: It would seem you two have a lot to discuss. If you'll excuse me. Vash: Jean-Luc, I'm sorry. Perhaps one day I could explain all this to you later. Picard: Perhaps you can. Sovak: I have a proposal I believe you'll find most interesting. Vash: Save your breath. Sovak: I am willing to pay you your weight in gold in exchange for the disk. Is that not a generous offer? Sovak: I must have that woman. Picard: What the hell are you doing in my room? Ajur: We are Vorgons. I am Ajur. This is Boratus. Boratus: We come from the twenty seventh century. We traveled three hundred years into the past to find you. Picard: All right, let's assume for the moment I believe you, that you are indeed from the future. What is it that you want from me? Ajur: Have you heard of the Tox Uthat? Picard: What? I'm aware of the legend. It tells of a visitor from the future who left behind a mysterious device known as the Tox Uthat. Ajur: Essentially that story is correct. Picard: Then the Uthat actually exists? Boratus: Yes. It was invented by a scientist named Kal Dano in the mid twenty seventh century. The Uthat is a quantum phase inhibitor capable of halting all nuclear reaction within a star. Picard: But why bring such a powerful weapon into the past? Boratus: Criminals attempted to steal the device, so he fled back to the twenty second century where he hid it. Ajur and I were the security team assigned to retrieve the Uthat. Picard: I gather you were unsuccessful. Boratus: Yes. When we returned we began to search through the historical records for some clue to the Uthat's fate. Picard: And your search led you to me? Ajur: We came upon a brief account stating you had discovered an object of unknown origin while vacationing on Risa. From its description, a crystal cube that fits in the palm of the hand, we surmised it could very well be the Tox Uthat. Picard: I'm sorry to disappoint you, but I haven't found anything, including peace, which is the only thing I'm looking for. Boratus: You will find such a device, Captain. To us, it is already part of history. Picard: And if I do find it, what then? Ajur: You will give it to us immediately so that we may return with it. Picard: Well, the Uthat belongs to your time, not mine. Picard: May I come in? Vash: Excuse the mess. Sovak has taken to searching my room periodically. Picard: Is this what he's looking for? Vash: I'm sorry I had to hide it like that. I was afraid he'd start searching me next. Picard: This disk must contain some very valuable information. Vash: I doubt it's anything you'd be interested in. Picard: Depends. Vash: On what? Picard: On whether or not it has something to do with the Tox Uthat. Vash: Did Sovak tell you that? Picard: Well, let's just say I've heard rumors that the Uthat is located somewhere on Risa. Vash: Look, the last thing I need is a partner. Picard: So it's true. Vash: Have a seat. I don't suppose you ever heard of Professor Samuel Estragon? Picard: Yes, as a matter of fact, I have. He spent half his life searching for the Tox Uthat. Vash: I served as his personal assistant for the past five years. Shortly before he died, he uncovered new data pinpointing its location. And that disk contains his research notes and maps. Picard: And you're continuing his work? Vash: Exactly. Picard: With a Ferengi as an associate? Vash: Sovak and I are definitely not working together. Picard: But the two of you are very well acquainted. Vash: Well, at times he aided the professor in his explorations. Especially in situations that weren't quite ethical. Picard: And now, with typical Ferengi logic, he's convinced that the Tox Uthat belongs to him. Vash: All he cares about is selling it to the highest bidder. Picard: Whereas you, of course, have a nobler purpose in mind. Vash: I told the professor I'd present it to the Daystrom Institute for study. But first I have to find it. And that won't be easy with Sovak watching me every minute. Picard: I'll go in your place. Vash: And what about me? Picard: You'll remain here. It's safer. Vash: Is that an order? Picard: Absolutely. Vash: This isn't a starship, Jean-Luc. I don't follow orders. Picard: Oh, I see. Vash: Besides, you'd never find it without me. The professor's notes are in code. Picard: From the moment I met you, I knew you were going to be trouble. Vash: You look like a man who could handle trouble. Picard: So, where exactly is the location? Vash: It's about twenty seven kilometers due east. There are some subterranean caves there. That's where you'll find the Uthat. Picard: I'll meet you in the lobby in fifteen minutes. Be punctual. Oh, and I advise you to change your clothing. Vash: Jean-Luc. We're going to make a wonderful team. Sovak: I expected such treachery. Did you think you could sneak away from me so easily? Sovak: The disk. Where is it? Picard: Didn't anyone tell you weapons aren't allowed on Risa? Sovak: You're making a grave mistake putting your trust in this woman. Vash: It' be a worse mistake to trust you. Sovak: Silence! Do you know how she acquired the disk in the first place? Vash: Sovak! Sovak: I paid her to steal it. But instead she betrayed me, and used my money to make her way here. Vash: It didn't happen that way. Sovak: She's a greedy and unscrupulous woman. A perfect mate for a Ferengi. Picard: You're becoming quite annoying, Sovak. Sovak: As are you, human. Perhaps I should kill you and then take the disk. Vash: No, wait. You can have it. Vash: See? I told you we'd make a wonderful team. Picard: We've got long trip. Picard: Have you calculated how much further we have to go? Vash: Another eleven kilometers. Picard: We should stay here for the night. Vash: I was hoping you'd say that. Picard: Actually, we've made better time than I expected. Vash: I'll take that as a compliment. Picard: As it was intended. Vash: Jean-Luc, I'm afraid I haven't been totally honest with you. Picard: Forgive me if I don't act surprised. Vash: Sovak did pay me to hand over the disk. Picard: So you did steal it? Vash: It wasn't stealing. The professor had died. I had already devoted five years of my life to tracking down the Uthat. Picard: But you took Sovak's money. Vash: It was the only way I could afford to get to Risa. As for Sovak, he got exactly what he deserved. Picard: Well, any woman who can beat a Ferengi at his own game bears watching. Vash: I'll take that as another compliment. I'm flattered. Picard: Hmm. Well, we should get some sleep. Vash: You know Jean-Luc, it's lucky for you we met. If it wasn't for me, you'd still be back there sitting in the sun, relaxing. Picard: That happens to be why I came to Risa. Vash: I'm sure you hated every minute of it. That kind of vacation isn't for a man like you. You need excitement. Picard: Excitement? Spending in a damp cave? Chasing after something we shall probably never find? Vash: You're enjoying yourself, aren't you? Picard: Yes, Vash: I just wanted to hear you say it. Picard: Good. Now, let's get some sleep. Vash: I'll never forget that look on your face when you thought I was offering you jamaharon. Picard: Now that was a simple misunderstanding. Vash: You did seem a little disappointed when I turned you down. Picard: You are outrageous. Vash: Thank you. You're pretty stimulating yourself. Don't you see, we're a lot alike. That's probably why we get along so well. Picard: You call this getting along? Vash: Fine. We don't get along. We're not getting along. Picard: I didn't say that. Vash: No, if you want to believe we're not getting along, that's all right with me. Vash: Still think I'm trouble? Picard: I'm sure of it. Vash: This is it. We've reached the end of our journey. Picard: Do you have the exact location? Vash: Seven meters in from the opening along the wall. Picard: That should make it about here. Vash: What the? Picard: Something wrong? Vash: I can't get a reading on this. There must be starithium ore in these rocks. Picard: That leaves us but one alternative. Picard: Shall we? Vash: Picard! Picard: A little premature, aren't we? Ajur: We are to be witness to a great moment, Picard. Vash: Who the hell are they? Picard: They are security officers from the twenty seventh century. They're here to take back the Uthat. Vash: You knew about this and didn't say anything? Picard: I'm sorry, Vash. Would you have brought me here if I had told you? Vash: Probably not. Picard: My point exactly. Sovak: So the betrayer is herself betrayed. You've put together quite a little team. Ajur: Do not interrupt the captain. Picard: How did you get here? Sovak: I found the disk in her room. Vash: That's impossible. I made a copy as a precaution, but I burned it before we left. Sovak: Only the outer casing was incinerated. Now, I had no intention of interrupting you. Please, continue digging. Sovak: No one told you to stop digging, human. Picard: I see no reason to continue. Sovak: You will do as I say. Picard: Look about you, Sovak. By now it must be obvious, even to you. The Uthat is not here. Sovak: Is this some pathetic attempt at trickery? Of course it's here. We simply haven't found it yet. Vash: Are you saying that the professor's findings were wrong? Picard: It would appear so. Vash: But how could that be? His evidence was overwhelming. Sovak: Enough with this foolishness. Can't you see he's trying to deceive us? Return to work this instant! Vash: I'm afraid he's right, Sovak. According to the disk we should have reached it hours ago. Sovak: Lies! Treachery! This cannot be happening. Not another failure. Not after having come so close. Ajur: It is most puzzling. Picard: It's over, Sovak. Sovak: No, I will not be cheated out of my prize. Tell him. Tell him the professor's research is irrefutable. Vash: I don't know anymore. Sovak: Then step aside. Sovak: The Uthat is here, somewhere. It's just waiting to be found. It can't hide from me forever. Vash: Five years of my life, wasted. Picard: There will be other treasures to be found, Vash. Vash: Not like the Uthat. I hope you won't mind, but I need to be alone. Riker: Enterprise to Captain Picard. Picard: Picard here. Picard: Go ahead, Commander. Riker: We hope we're not interrupting anything important, Captain, but we wanted to inform you that we have achieved orbit around Risa and we're ready to beam you aboard at your convenience. Picard: I'll be returning shortly, Commander. In the interim, stand ready to initiate transporter code fourteen at my signal. Riker: Transporter code fourteen? Picard: You heard me, Number One. Riker: Yes, sir. Picard: Picard out. Picard: Leaving so soon? Vash: Jean-Luc. I was just about to come say goodbye. Picard: Well then, I've saved you the bother. Vash: I want to put all this behind me as soon as possible. You understand? Picard: Of course. There's just one last thing you can do for me. Vash: Anything. Picard: Tell me where you've hidden the Tox Uthat. Vash: That's not funny. Picard: You never intended to burn that second disk. If you had, you wouldn't have been so careless as to allow Sovak to salvage any of it. You wanted him to follow us, so that he could see for himself that the Uthat wasn't at the cave site. That was the only way he could be convinced that your quest had been futile. Vash: But how could I have known the Uthat wasn't there? Picard: Because you'd already been there once before, probably the moment you arrived on the planet. That's when you found it. Vash: You're a man of many talents, Jean-Luc. Vash: A piece of the future. Picard: A very dangerous piece. Were you really going to give this to the Daystrom Institute? Vash: Well, maybe not give it. Five years is a huge investment, Jean-Luc. I deserve to make a reasonable profit. Ajur: Congratulations Picard. We knew you would not fail us. Vash: You're not going to just hand it over, are you? You didn't trust me. What makes you think you can trust them? Picard: I assume the Vorgons have proof to back up their claim. Boratus: Our being here is proof enough. Vash: Wait a second, Vorgons? The professor's notes said it was two Vorgons, a male and a female, who attempted to steal the Uthat in the first place. For all we know it could be them. Picard: You're going to have to prove that you are who you say you are. Ajur: You yourself said, the Uthat belongs to the future. Picard: But not necessarily to you. Boratus: You will return what is ours. Vash: No! Picard: Enterprise. Code fourteen. Lock on present coordinates. Two second delay. Mark! Picard: Are you all right? Go. Return to your own time. There's nothing for you here. Boratus: History recorded that you destroyed the Uthat. Ajur: You have fulfillled your destiny all too well, Picard. Vash: I don't suppose there are any openings for an archeologist aboard the Enterprise. Picard: Somehow I doubt you'd find life aboard a starship suitable to your taste. Vash: Probably not. I could never tolerate all that diskipline. Picard: So, what are your plans? Vash: I thought I might explore the ruins on Sarthong Five. Picard: Unbelievable! You are out of your mind! The Sarthongians are merciless to trespassers. Vash: Why, Jean-Luc, you really do care about me. Picard: Promise me you will try and stay out of trouble. Vash: I always try. Vash: I wish we had more time together. Picard: Perhaps we do. The Vorgons are time travelers. Now that they know where and when the Uthat can be found, they may very well come back and try for it again. Vash: So we may be doing this all over again? Riker: Welcome aboard, Captain. Picard: Status report, Number One? Riker: All went well on Starbase twelve. I think you'll find the ship to be in splendid condition. Picard: I'll present my compliments to the crew. Oh yes, Number One, about that Horga'hn you requested. Riker: Yes, sir. Picard: You and I need to have a little chat about that. Troi: Was it a relaxing trip, Captain? Picard: Uh huh. Riker: I knew he'd have a great time.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43779.3. The Enterprise is preparing detailed exospheric charts of the Hayashi system. Although tedious, this endeavor is the first step toward planet colonization. Data: Captain, sensors report the USS Hood is closing on an intercept course at high warp. Picard: That's odd. We weren't notified of a rendezvous. Riker: They seem to be in an awful hurry. Worf: Sir, we are being hailed on a secured channel by Captain DeSoto. Picard: On screen. Desoto: Sorry to sneak up on you like that, Jean Luc Picard: Robert, why didn't you inform us? Desoto: Out here, you never know who's listening. Keeps you on your toes, anyway. Hey, Will. Will, you getting soft on that luxury liner? Picard: So, old friend. How are you? Desoto: Well, you know, they send you Galaxy Class boys out here to the far reaches. Me, I'm just hauling my butt back and forth between starbases. Picard: But not today. Desoto: No, not today. Starfleet's got new orders for you. This is top priority. They need the fastest ship in the fleet and the best people. That is you. Picard: If time is so important, why didn't they transmit the orders by subspace? Desoto: They're worried about Romulan eavesdropping on this one. And we've got a passenger for you. Hard to send by subspace. Picard: What sort of passenger? Desoto: Mission specialist. He'll bring your orders aboard with him. His name is Tam Elbrun. Riker: As in Tam Elbrun of the Ghorusda disaster? Desoto: The same. What can I say? Your orders are to cooperate fully with him. Best of luck, folks. Hood out. Data: Sir, the Hood is slowing to impulse. Picard: Mister Data, come with me. Troi: Captain, let me come with you to greet Tam. Picard: You know him? Troi: I do. He was at the university on Betazed when I studied psychology there. Picard: Oh, I see. He was a colleague of yours. Troi: No. He was a patient Troi: Tam is a telepath of extraordinary talent, even for a Betazoid. He's a specialist in first contact with new life forms. Troi: He's a very unique person, but he's not what you might expect, Captain. Picard: Welcome aboard the Enterprise. I'm Tam: Captain Picard, right?. Here. You want to know all about your mission. Everything's on there. Orders and briefings, destination and heading, all that. Dee, I sensed you were out here. How've you been? Troi: I've been fine, but I thought TAM + Troi: you were on thought you were on Chandra Five. Data: Sir. Tam: Who? What are you? Data: I am Data. An android. Tam: Incredible, an android. I can't read you at all. It's like you're not there. Picard: Data. Tam: Oh. You better hurry up to the bridge with that. Captain wants you to run the orders, scan the technical schematics, and be ready to brief him in ten minutes. Right? Picard: Number One? Riker: Riker here. Picard: Will you meet Commander Data on the Bridge. He has our orders and new heading. Riker: Aye, sir. Picard: And assemble the bridge staff for a mission briefing in fifteen minutes. Picard out. Mister Elbrun. Would you Tam: Care to see my quarters? No. I'd rather get this briefing over with. Then be left alone until I'm needed. Laforge: I've heard something about Ghorusda. Weren't there about forty people killed? Riker: Forty seven, including the captain of the Adelphi and two friends from my class at the Academy. Laforge: Sorry. Riker: Main Bridge. Laforge: So what happened? Riker: It was a first contact situation. Ghorusdan culture is so complex and different, that the Federation sent a specialist to prevent misunderstanding. Laforge: So that was Tam Elbrun. What happened was his fault? Riker: Not directly. Board of inquiry blamed Darson for carelessness about Ghorusdan cultural taboos. But if Elbrun was so good, why didn't he warn Darson? What was he doing there if he couldn't sense that much hostility? Data: Our destination is the Beta Stromgren system, following the path of the Vega Nine probe. Riker: That's twenty three parsecs beyond our furthest manned explorations. Data: That is correct, Commander. Apparently the probe has discovered. Astonishing. Data: Our orders are to proceed to this star, Beta Stromgren. Scientists have discovered that it is in the final stages of an alternating cycle of expansion and collapse, and will soon result in a supernova. However, the unmanned long range space probe sent by Starfleet to observe the process has discovered something much more. Tam: Oh, Data don't waste time. They call it Tin Man. The Vega probe found it orbiting Stromgren. Laforge: Looks like some kind of ship. Tam: Its energy source is unknown. The people who've studied the transmissions think it's a starship. And they're sure it's alive. Picard: Alive? How? Laforge: A cybernetic organism like the Borg? Tam: No, no, no. Here. Starfleet believes it's an organic creature, born in space, living its life in the wastes between stars. No one knows where it came from, or why it's here. But we're going to meet it. We're going to talk to it. I'm going to talk to it. Riker: Have attempts been made Tam: To communicate with it by subspace. Of course. Linguacode, universal translation, all that. It won't work. Tin Man is too different. Direct mind to mind contact is our only hope. Troi: The opportunity for discovery is extraordinary but I don't understand Starfleet's urgency. Picard: Romulans. Tam: Hell, I forgot. The Romulans. Picard: They claim that sector of space where Beta Stromgren is located. Worf: The Romulans claim all that is in their field of vision. Data: They routinely monitor the telemetry of our deep space probes. Picard: Then they will certainly be sending a ship of their own to investigate this Tin Man. Tam: No. Actually, they're sending two. Data? Data: That is correct. Starbase one two three has detected two D'daridex class cruisers on an intercept course. The top speed of this class cruiser is known to be less than ours. Therefore we do have some advantage. Picard: Then, it's a race? An alien intelligence, a new life form, representing a technology far beyond that of either the Romulans or ourselves. The Romulans will certainly take whatever measures are required to secure this creature for study. Laforge: Study as in dissecting, I'd bet. Picard: Mister Data, you are our resident honor student in exobiology. I'm assigning you to head up the Life Sciences on this mission. Data: Aye, sir. Tam: Excellent. Picard: Meeting adjourned, then. Tam: So, Data, I guess you're the brains of this outfit, huh? Picard: Mister Elbrun, one of the reasons I'm asking you to work closely with a member of my staff is to avoid any further omissions. The possibility of an encounter with Romulans on this mission is hardly trivial. And yet Tam: All right, all right. I should have brought up the Romulans earlier, but I was distracted. And no, Billy boy, I wasn't distracted on Ghorusda. If Darson had listened to me, no one would have died. No? Well I don't care whether you believe that or not. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Traveling at high warp, we are still several days from rendezvous with the mysterious entity which Starfleet has christened Tin Man. My immediate concern is with Tam Elbrun. Starfleet considers his unique abilities crucial to our mission, yet he seems to me unstable. Crusher: Well, according to his medical records and psych profile, he's very high on the ESP scale. A sort of prodigy. Picard: A prodigy? In what sense? Troi: Well, in most Betazoids our telepathic gifts develop at adolescence. Picard: You mean you're not born reading minds? Troi: No. Except for some reason that no one understands, occasionally a Betazoid child is born different. Picard: How different? Crusher: Born with his telepathic abilities switched on. Troi: Most Betazoids born like that never lead a normal life. Crusher: The noise of other people's thoughts and feelings must be overwhelming, incomprehensible, especially to a child. Troi: And painful. Early diagnosis and special training did help Tam adjust, but he has some problems. Picard: You mentioned a hospitalization. Troi: For stress. Repeatedly, throughout his life. Crusher: I always wonder what holds one person together through that kind of struggle, while another goes under? Picard: Yes, well, he's evidently done more than hold together. He's the indispensable man. The Federation's finest specialist in communication with unknown life forms. Crusher: The more unusual a life form is, the better he likes it. His personnel file shows that he's gravitated toward assignments that isolate him from other humanoids. Wesley: Commander Data, I'm picking up an unusual echo from my navigational sensors. Worf: Something is out there, sir, tracking us, matching our speed and heading. Something which does not fully register on our instruments. Data: Since there is no known natural phenomenon capable of travel at warp velocities, there are but two possibilities. Either it is a sensor malfunction, another ship is following us covertly. Worf: It is not a sensor malfunction. Data: Agreed. Wesley: But Commander, if it is a Romulan ship, with their cloaking device we shouldn't pick them up at all. Laforge: Unless they're pulling so much power for something else that they can't fully cloak. Wesley: Like what? Laforge: Ask the Romulans. If it is the Romulans. Data: Lieutenant, continue monitoring the precise position of the echo. Any sudden change in its behavior, initiate Yellow Alert. Worf: Aye, sir. Tam: Come in. Tam: How're things in the land of the living? Troi: I thought you might be lonely. No one sees you except Data. Tam: Lonely? I can hear everything that everyone on this ship thinks. No one besides you seems to be missing my charming Troi: You want them to dislike you. Why? Tam: Because I'm not a nice man. Okay, okay. Because they scare me. They're too many minds. I can't shut them out. I never could learn. All their loves, their hates, their fears, their needs. It's like a tide that never ebbs. I could drown. Troi: I remember. Tam: You understood, at least a little, how I felt. I see you finally found a place to fit in. People to care about. Troi: And you're still looking. Tam: Then there's Ghorusda. I've got enough doubt in my reliability without having to listen to Riker's and Picard's Troi: What happened there? Tam: I thought everyone knew. Troi: No. What happened to you? Tam: Maybe I got too involved with the Ghorusdans, with their point of view. It happens to me. I wanted everyone to get along. I could have warned Darson more forcefully. Troi: So, after that you ran away? The last I heard, you were the only Federation delegate assigned to Chandra Five. Tam: Beautiful creatures, the Chandrans. Their minds are glacial. They have a lovely three day ritual for saying hello. Peaceful, untroubled people. Troi: Unlike humanoids? Tam: Well, except for your friend Data. I like him. He's restful. Troi: I believe your impression of Data is probably unique. Tam: Yeah? Well, having to get to know someone, just once, has its appeal. I mean, talking to them, instead of getting it all at once up here whether I want it or not. Troi: But you accepted this mission. You could have stayed on Chandra Five. You willingly came aboard a ship with over a thousand people. Tam: How could I not? Think of it, Dee. This intelligence that swims naked through space like a fish in the sea. Totally alien, mysterious, not like us at all. Ancient. And alone. So lonely, for so long. Troi: How can you know that? Tam? You're in contact with it. With Tin Man. Aren't you? Tam: No. Well, yes, a little. But not quite on a conscious level. Troi: We're light years away. That's impossible, even for you. Tam: Impossible for me. Maybe not impossible for Tin Man. Picard: Status report, Number One? Riker: We've reached the outer regions of the Beta Stromgren system. On course for orbital intercept of Tin Man, ETA eighteen minutes. Picard: Grand. Riker: Not altogether. Astrophysics reports that the star's rate of collapse has increased. It could go supernova in the next few days. Data: Captain, we are receiving relayed sensor data from the Vega Probe, including visuals. Picard: On screen. Picard: Magnify. Picard: Remarkable. Computer locate Tam Elbrun. Computer: Tam Elbrun is in turbolift one, en route to the main Bridge. Picard: Of course. Worf: Captain. Our sensors are detecting a subspace wave front of highly ionized particles preceding the object which is tracking us. Picard: Yellow Alert. On screen. Worf: Romulan warbird closing. They are arming main disruptors, Captain. Picard: Go to Red Alert. Shields to maximum. Riker: Arm photon torpedoes and stand by, Mister Worf. Worf: Aye, sir. Riker: I thought you said the Enterprise was faster than this Romulan. Data: In fact, we are, Commander. However Picard: Evasive, Mister Crusher. Hailing frequencies. Tam: I guarantee that they don't want to talk to you, Captain. Worf: The Romulan has passed us. Picard: Damage report. Worf: Casualties reported. Seventy percent loss to the shields. Tam: Their attack on us was incidental, Captain. Picard: Incidental? Tam: Yes. To delay us. Data: Captain, it would appear that the Romulan's intent is to contact Tin Man first, at any cost. According to my sensor readings, the warbird has exceeded maximum engine output by thirty percent. They seem to have irreparable damage to their warp coils. Riker: So they kept up with us by sacrificing their ability to re-enter Romulan space. Picard: One way trip. Tam: There is one more trailing us, Captain. A day or two behind. Data's right. This one's job is to beat us to Tin Man at any cost. Picard: You read all this, telepathically? Tam: In the mind of the Romulan commander during the attack. Picard: Very well. Mister Crusher, all stop. Wesley: Aye, sir. Picard: Commander La Forge. Laforge: La Forge here. Picard: Geordi Picard: How long to full shield restoration? Laforge: I'm working on it. Computer, reconfigure structural integrity power to feed inner deflector grid. Computer: Unable to comply. Requested reroute would compromise operational safety limits. Laforge: To hell with the limits. Override. Authorization La Forge theta two nine nine seven. Computer: Rerouting structural integrity power supply. Laforge: Russell, watch the lateral grid balance. No. no, no, that's too much. We're going to have to do it manually. La Forge to Bridge. Picard: Go ahead. Laforge: Captain, I'm trying to feed the inner grid by stealing some power from the structural integrity field. You should have partial shielding in thirty minutes. Picard: You have ten. Picard out. Picard: If the Romulans wish the honor of the first contact, let them have it. Tam: You're out of your mind, Picard! What if the Romulans find a way to persuade Tin Man to Picard: I think the chances of that is remote. And if you will be still, Mister Elbrun, you may learn. Tam: What? Picard: That being first, at any cost, is not always the point. Mister Data, while we await repairs, I want Life Sciences and Engineering to continue collecting information on the alien. And query the Vega Nine probe, long range sensors. Data: Aye, sir. Tam: You do a lot of your work here? Data: Yes. I have configured these instruments to display information with greater speed and efficiency than stations used by the others. Tam: Nice. A little Spartan. Data: Spartan? Tam: Lots of work space, not much room to live. I don't guess you sleep. Data: I have tried it from time to time. But you are correct. I do not require rest. Tam: But you paint. Data: The creature's anatomy appears most peculiar. Tam: In what way? Data: It is indeed laid out as a vessel with what appear to be corridors and chambers. An internal environment suitable for carbon based life forms is being maintained, yet there is no evidence of a crew aboard. Tin Man is a living being which has been bred or has adapted itself to serve a purpose. I find that interesting. Tam: Why? Must living beings have a purpose? Or do we exist for no reason but to exist? Data: I do not believe I am qualified to express an opinion. Tam: Ah, Data, you're uniquely qualified. You think a great deal about humanity and you're an honest researcher. You don't treat anything as trivial, or irrelevant. You want to try it all. Data: You said in the transporter room that you could not read my mind. Tam: True enough. But I think I understand you pretty well. It worries you that I can't read your mind? Data: Perhaps there is nothing to read. Nothing more than mechanisms and algorithmic responses. Tam: Perhaps you're just different. Not a sin, you know, though you may have heard otherwise. Data: Captain, the Romulan ship is hailing the alien using their equivalent of linguacode. Riker: Response? Data: Nothing so far, Commander. Tam: Why should it answer? What could it possibly have in common with them? Riker: But you're so sure it'll talk to you. Worf: Captain, the Romulans are arming all disruptors. Picard: Yellow alert. Prepare for evasive action at the first change in the Romulan's course. Riker: With our shields in their present condition, we can't Tam: No! No! We're not the target. It's Tin Man. Picard: What do you mean? Do they intend to destroy it? Tam: Those are their orders if they can't secure the alien. Picard: Increase speed to intercept the Romulan vessel. Wesley: Their lead is too great, sir. Picard: Hail them. We cannot allow them Tam: They won't listen to you! Tam: Danger. Gomtuu. Do not allow. Picard: Damage report! Worf: Nothing available yet, sir. We have partial failure of the main computer. Picard: It seems you woke your Tin Man. Laforge: We've got impulse power, but I've got to take the warp engines offline while we recalibrate the intermix regulators. Riker: How long? Laforge: For everything, or just for the warp engine? Riker: All of it. Laforge: Commander, we're looking at twenty hours work here, double shifts. Riker: We don't know that we have twenty hours. That star could explode at any moment. Laforge: I know. Okay, first thing we need to do is get the main computer working right. Riker: No, we fix the shields first. Laforge: Commander, whatever Tin Man hit us with, it fried circuits I thought were unfryable. Riker: I'm not worried about Tin Man. It's more Romulans showing up. Laforge: Right. First priority, get the shields up. Only let's not have any more surprises till I'm done, okay? Riker: Don't ask me about surprises. Ask Tam Elbrun. Crusher: Your brain activity suggests that you're coming out of a sort of fugue, or seizure. Your blood pressure and glucose are indicative of general systemic stress. Tam: But I'm going to live? Crusher: No doubt about it. Picard: Good. Because I want to know exactly what you did. I want to know how closely you are in communication with the alien, and what you've learned about it, and I want to know now. Tam: I just warned it, that's all. I've been in contact with it, sensing impressions from it. It calls itself Gomtuu. It's old, Captain. It's roamed the universe for many thousands of years. Picard: Where did it come from? How many Tam: Far away. Maybe beyond the galaxy. Once there were millions of them. Picard: Once? Tam: It hasn't seen another of its kind for millennia. It's alone. It may be the last of its species. Picard: Perhaps we can help it in some way. Can you ask it to return with us to Federation space? At least persuade it to leave the vicinity of Beta Stromgren, before the star explodes? Tam: Captain, Gomtuu knows that the star will go nova soon. That's why it's here. It wants to die. There was an explosion in space. Radiation penetrating the outer layers. The crew. Oh, the crew died. Such loss. Empty pain, Hollowness. Troi: Tam. Stop this! You're losing yourself in this this merging. Tam: I know. I know. Tin Man hurts and wants to die. I can't do any more from out here. If you want me to really reach Tin Man, I have got to be in physical contact. I have got to go aboard. Picard: No. That is absolutely out of the question. Tam: You don't trust me. Picard: No, Tam, I don't believe that I do. Tam, when you reached out to the alien, to warn it, did you give any thought to this vessel? To the danger, however inadvertent, that creature might pose to our crew? Or did you simply react out of instinct? Troi: Captain Tam: Deanna, he's right. I don't know. I don't know what might happen but if you don't let me go, we fail our mission. Besides, at this point, you need all the help you can get. Even Tin Man's. Laforge: Russell, reactivate the sensor assemblies. Okay, let's do a program reload, port array only. Good. That's good. Computer, run level two diagnostic. Computer: Port sensor array remains offline. Laforge: Damn. Riker: Riker to La Forge. How's it coming? Laforge: Not good. I think all the control processors are shot. But maybe if I swap the chips from the secondary array, I can give you a minimum EM scan. Riker: Do it. Laforge: Okay Russell, we're going to try starting retro sensor element thirty two only. You in? Go. The good news is that we have partial long range sensors. La Forge to Bridge. Riker: Riker here. Laforge: I'm picking up another echo on the long range sensor display here. You getting that Laforge: On your panel? Riker: Worf? Worf: One moment, Commander. Confirmed. Sir, the other Romulan ship on an intercept course. Riker: Geordi, are we going to have those shields anytime soon? Laforge: I'm doing the best I can Laforge: But shields won't help if that star explodes. Picard: Data, you seem to have developed an affinity with Elbrun. Troi, you've known him for years. How far can he be trusted? Troi: Captain, the issue isn't one of trust in Tam's intentions, but in his judgment. I would trust him to do what he believes is right Picard: Yes, of course. But his judgment Troi: Is precarious. The stress of exposure to so many minds on the ship is bad enough. Now he's strongly drawn to this creature. I'm afraid for him. Picard: Afraid of what? Troi: I sense that the alien is somehow calling him. If we allow him to do as he insists, to beam over, I'm believe that we will lose him to it. That he will lose himself. Data: Captain, I agree that Tam's motives are trustworthy, and I do not believe it is possible that he will act against us, or will cause Tin Man to act against us out of malice. Troi: Captain, if Tam breaks down over there, we'll be no closer to accomplishing our mission. It would be a grave mistake. Picard: Thank you both. Picard: Data? Data: I am puzzled, sir. We have come this far. Are you not going to allow Tam to fulfilll his mission? Picard: Tam Elbrun warned Tin Man. The first thing it did was to destroy a space vessel. Data: I believe I understand, sir. If you feel the risk is too great to send Tam Elbrun alone, then send me with him. Picard: Counselor Troi understands him better. Data: But he is more comfortable with me, sir. It is humanity he is fleeing. Sir, I can serve as an intermediary, a bridge back. A reminder of his obligations both to us and to Tin Man. Worf: Captain, the Romulan has uncloaked. Picard: Status, Number One? Riker: Shields are at forty percent. We can maneuver on impulse, sir. Worf: Phasers available on manual, sir. Computer target lock not functioning. Picard: Well, let's hope they're in a mood to talk. Hailing frequency. Worf: Open. Picard: Romulan vessel this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS Enterprise. Romulan: Enterprise, your presence here is a violation of Romulan space. You will leave immediately. Picard: We are not familiar with the terms of your claim on this sector. We're here engaged in scientific research. Do you wish to participate? Romulan: We have monitored the destruction of our sister ship by the star creature. We claim right of vengeance. We will destroy the alien. If you interfere, we will destroy you as well. Picard: Captain's log, Supplemental. A confrontation between the Romulan Warbird and Tin Man is imminent. I have no alternative but to rely on the telepathic abilities of Tam Elbrun. Picard: Picard to Tam Elbrun. Tam: Captain? Picard: Report to transporter room six immediately. Troi: Captain, I don't Picard: Commander Data will meet you there. Tam: Yes, Captain. Picard: Counselor, we no longer have a choice. Tam: No. No. Too much. Too much. Data: Tam? Tam: I can't. Data: Data to Enterprise. Enterprise, come in. Tam: No, don't. Data: If it is harming you, we must return. Enterprise, respond. Tam: It's all right. It's all right now. Gomtuu was trying to communicate a lifetime of experiences to me in a few seconds, but I'm all right now. O'Brien: O'Brien to Bridge. Picard: Go ahead, Chief. O'Brien: I lost the transporter lock on them. O'Brien: Some kind of force field went up. Worf: Confirmed. The alien has thrown up a shield. It is blocking all our sensors. Captain, the Romulans' weapons systems are now at full power. Picard: Follow them in, Mister Crusher. Red Alert. Mister Worf, arm photon torpedoes. Worf: Aye, sir. Tam: Yes. Data: There is a large chamber twenty meters ahead. Tam: I know. I know everything now. Come on. Data: Intriguing. Tam: This is the control center, where Gomtuu's crew guided their journeys. The ship and the crew existed symbiotically. They needed one another. When Gomtuu had no one left to care for, it no longer had a reason to exist. Data: Is that the purpose of existence? To care for someone? Tam: It is for me. Deanna was right. I'll lose myself here. Data: I must remind you that our objective is to bring Tin Man out of danger and report our findings to Starfleet. Tam: I'm not going back, Data. I'm staying here. Worf: Sir, the Romulans are hailing us. Romulan: Captain Picard, if you interfere with us, we will fire upon you as well. Picard: Commander, we are prepared to defend the life of the alien. Screen off. Shields up. Worf: Power levels aboard the alien are increasing, sir. Wesley: Captain, the diameter of the star has decreased by one hundred thousand kilometers. Picard: It's beginning. Tam: Explain to them. Make them understand. Data: But our mission Tam: Is to save Tin Man. And I will. But he's going to save me as well. All my life I have waited for this. A chance to find peace. Finally all the voices are silent. Only Tin Man speaks to me now. Don't you see, Data? This is where I belong. Riker: That star's going to go any minute, sir. Picard: The Romulans know that as well as we do. Worf: Power levels aboard Tin Man are increasing beyond our sensor range. Picard: Conn report. Wesley: Dead stop, Captain. Sir, we've been thrown clear of Beta Stromgren. A distance of three point eight billion kilometers. Worf: There is no sign of Tin Man or the Romulans, sir. Captain, on screen. Picard: Data. Data: Sir? Picard: Data, what happened over there? Data: Difficult to explain, Captain. Troi: Tam? Data: I believe he found what he was looking for, Counselor. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. With all main systems at least temporarily restored, we are proceeding to Starbase one five two for inspection and additional repairs. We have had no further encounter with the Romulans. As for the whereabouts of Tin Man and Tam Elbrun, we can only speculate. Troi: You sent for me? Data: Yes, Counselor. It was Tam's final request that I explain his decision to the crew. But I believe his hope was that you would understand. Troi: What did happen? Data: I witnessed something remarkable. Individually they were both so Troi: Wounded? Isolated? Data: Yes. But no longer. Through joining they have been healed. Grief has been transmuted to joy. Loneliness to belonging. Troi: Data, you do understand. Data: Yes, Counselor. When Tin Man returned me to the Enterprise, I realized this is where I belong.

Guinan: I don't want any trouble here, Barclay. Barclay: Trouble? Why would there be trouble? Guinan: Because wherever you go, trouble follows. Laforge: Lieutenant Barclay, you're on duty. Barclay: Is that a fact? Laforge: It is, and you'll observe it. So get back to your post. Barclay: Look, pal, why don't you do me a favor. Take yourself and your holier than thou attitude and get out of my life. Riker: This is insubordination, Mister Barclay. Barclay: Here's to insubordination. Barclay: Riker, you're nothing but a pretty mannequin in a fancy uniform. You're full of hot air. If Picard has a problem with me, you can tell him to come and talk to me himself. Troi: I feel your confidence, your arrogant resolve. It excites me. Crewman: Lieutenant Barclay, report to Cargo bay five. Now. Barclay: It'll have to wait till later, darling. Troi: Oh. Barclay: Be right there. Save program. Laforge: I just don't know what to do with him. The guy's always late, he never gives his best effort, just slides by. I'm telling you, I can't deal with it anymore. I mean, how does a guy like that make it through the Academy? Riker: I think it's time we talked to the Captain about Broccoli. That's what Wesley calls him. Keep it to yourself. Laforge: It fits. Duffy: Commander. A broken seal. Laforge: You'd better destroy it. Those samples'll be tainted. Laforge: Hey! Is it a problem for you to report to duty on time, Lieutenant? Barclay: No. No, sir. I'm, I'm very sorry, sir. It's just I had a very important communiqué which required my immediate response and Laforge: I don't want to hear it. Now, we're having an intermittent problem with this anti-grav unit. I want you to see what you can do. Riker: Mister Barclay, I'm tired of seeing your name on report. I don't know what you got away with at your last posting, but this is the Enterprise. We set a different standard here. Understood? Barclay: Understood, sir. Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43807.4. We are taking on a load of special tissue samples donated by the Mikulaks for shipment to Nahmi Four. The samples could prove vital to the containment of an outbreak of Correllium Fever on that world. Barclay: Everything looks it looks normal to me. Laforge: Computer, activate anti-grav unit. O'Brien: Damn it. Barclay: I, I don't understand. Laforge: La Forge to Engineering. I'll need more people in Cargo Bay Five. Anyone you can spare. La Forge out. We could use a hand, Mister Barclay. Barclay: I'll disassemble it later, Commander. It shouldn't do that. Well, I mean, of course, it shouldn't do that. Well, I mean, it shouldn't do that. Picard: I'm not accustomed to seeing an unsatisfactory rating for one of my crew. Riker: I guess the issue is whether Mister Barclay is Enterprise material. Picard: I assume from your request for his transfer that you think he's not, Commander. Laforge: I hate to say it but, I always thought I could work with anybody. But I just don't understand this guy. Broccoli makes me nervous, Captain. He makes everybody nervous. Picard: Broccoli? Riker: Young Mister Crusher started that. I guess it's caught on. Picard: Let's just get that uncaught, shall we? There's every indication he's served competently in Starfleet for years. His ratings aboard the Zhukov were satisfactory. In fact I recall Captain Gleason speaking quite highly of him before his transfer. Riker: In retrospect, I wonder if Captain Gleason wasn't buttering our bread a little. He knew we were looking for a diagnostic engineer. I've examined Barclay's psychological profile. He's a history of seclusive tendencies. It was noted at the Academy more than once. Picard: And yet he chose this way of life. He has made the same commitment to Starfleet that we all have. It's easy to transfer a problem to someone else. Too easy. Laforge: Captain, it's not like I haven't tried. Picard: Try harder, Geordi. He's a member of your team. Try to find some way to help him to make a positive contribution. Get to know the man better. Make him your best friend. Laforge: With all respect, sir, my best friend? I can barely tolerate being in the same room with the man. Picard: Then I suggest you put your personal discomfort on one side, Commander. Dismissed. Laforge: Yes, sir. Laforge: Hey, Reg. How, er, how's it going? Barclay: Oh, it's, er, I still haven't traced down the problem, Commander. Laforge: That's all right. There's no problem. Barclay: I've been planning to run diagnostics on the graviton invertor circuits. Laforge: Smart plan. I'd say we're in good hands here. Barclay: I'll see you get a preliminary report. Laforge: Whenever. Barclay: Before the end of the day. Laforge: Fine. Say, Reg, how about sitting in on the mission briefing with my senior officers in the morning? Barclay: The briefing? Me? Laforge: I'd like your input. Barclay: What on? Do, do, do you want me to prepare a Laforge: No, no, just be there. Eight hundred hours. Barclay: I'll be on time, sir. Laforge: Good. Good. Carry on. Laforge: Morning. Start your brains, gentlemen, and let's do it. Has anybody seen Lieutenant Barclay? Duffy: Not yet, sir. Laforge: Okay. Laforge: Okay. This trip to Nahmi Four is pretty routine, so we'll have plenty of time to realign the magnetic capacitors on both the matter and anti-matter injectors. Duffy, Costa, that'll be your assignment. Duffy: We probably ought to do the flow regulator maintenance at the same time, Commander. Laforge: That's a good idea. Ensign Crusher will putting in some hours with us this week as part of his training duties, so I'll be assigning him to assist you, Mister Myers. Be sure and teach him the difference between impulse and warp drive, please. Lieutenant Barclay has working on the mystery of the anti-grav failure we had yesterday. Your preliminary report had a couple of interesting theories, Reg. Why don't you bring us all up to speed on your findings so far. Barclay: Yes. It wasn't a maintenance problem. Everything checked out. I, I'm going to check for a surge in the transfer coils. Wesley: A coil surge wouldn't have resulted in field dissipation. Barclay: I, I, I realize that Laforge: But we shouldn't ignore the possibilities, Wes. Wesley: You ought to check the flow capacitor. A breakdown of that could have caused a chain collapse of the antigrav fields. Barclay: I, I was going to. Laforge: Good. Okay, then let's go over the realignment procedure. Gentlemen. Barclay: I just didn't know what to say. Troi: What do you wish you had said? Barclay: I should have told him to mind his own damned business. I knew about the flux capacitor. I didn't need to hear about it from some seventeen year old kid. Troi: You're letting it get you much too upset. Barclay: You think so? Troi: Why are you so hard on yourself? Barclay: You don't know. It's hard out there. Troi: I understand, but let go of it. You're here now. Barclay: You're right, of course. Troi: Of course. Let me help you relax. Barclay: I'd like that. Troi: I knew you would. Barclay: That's nice, but I'm in the mood for someplace a little more unusual. Computer. Run Barclay program fifteen. Troi: I am the goddess of Empathy. Cast off your inhibitions and embrace love, truth, joy. Wesley: But I thought that's the point of the briefing. To discuss different approaches. Laforge: It's not that you did anything wrong, Wes. It's just that Barclay's, well, he's my new project. Duffy: Yeah, Broccoli's a real project all right. Laforge: I just need to draw him out some more. Wesley: And I shut him down. Poor Broccoli. Data: Pardon me, but why is Lieutenant Barclay being referred to clandestinely as a vegetable? Wesley: It's a joke, Data. You know, a nickname. Data: Nicknames generally denote fondness, a diminutive shared between friends. Laforge: Data's absolutely right. The nickname stops here and now. Captain's orders. Duffy: What the hell? Wesley: What happened to your glass? Data: Nucleosynthesis. The structure of the glass has been altered at the atomic level. Laforge: A problem with the replicator? Data: Unlikely. A problem with the replicator would have affected the contents as well as the glass. But the liquid in the glass was a synthehol replication of a light ale of Earth origin, which is, I believe what Lieutenant Duffy ordered. Laforge: I can't detect any residual radiation or unusual chemical compounds that would have caused this. Data: The most probable explanation is that the glass came into contact with an unshielded power source. Laforge: That means a complete diagnostic check of the Enterprise power systems. All four thousand of them. Do I have the perfect man for this job. Hey, Reg. Busy? Barclay: Well, I was just. No, not really. Why? Laforge: I've got another mystery for you. Somehow the molecular structure of this cup from Ten Forward has been altered. We need to run through the power systems to see if there's a leak that caused this. Barclay: I had, I was going to do that. Laforge: You were? Barclay: Yes. To, to try to explain the anti-grav unit failure. I still can't. Nothing about it makes sense. Data: Then it is possible these two very disparate incidents could be related. Laforge: I wouldn't bother you with something this minor, Commander, but it may be a symptom of a more serious problem. Riker: Do you think we'll need to put in to a starbase? Laforge: We'll have a better idea after Mister Barclay runs a check on the power systems. Data: It was Lieutenant Barclay who first suggested a link between the two incidents. Barclay: What? No, it wasn't. I mean, not really. Picard: Will your investigation affect our available power during the mission? Barclay: No, No, sir. We'll have to shut off some systems. We'll shut them down a few at a time. It shouldn't. I don't think so. Picard: Good. I look forward to your report, Mister Broccoli. Barclay. Barclay: If you will excuse me. Data: Metathesis is one of the most common of pronunciation errors, sir. A reversal of vowel and consonant, Barc to Broc. Guinan: Yes, I know him comes in. He stands at the bar. He doesn't say much. He orders a warm milk. Laforge: Figures. Guinan: Warm milk helps you sleep, La Forge. You should try it. What's this have to do with Barclay? Laforge: I don't know. I'm just trying to figure the man out. Do you ever talk to him? Guinan: He doesn't talk much. Laforge: Does he have any friends? Guinan: Not that I've seen. Laforge: What do you do with a guy like that? Guinan: Well, I just serve him warm milk and let him be. Laforge: Yeah, well, I'm not so lucky. I can't let him be. He's my problem. Guinan: Well, he's imaginative. Laforge: How do you know that? Guinan: I know. Laforge: Well, then maybe he's in the wrong line of work. Guinan: You engineering types don't appreciate imagination? Laforge: That's not it, Guinan. He just doesn't fit in here. Guinan: Terkim. Laforge: What? Guinan: Reminds me of Terkim. My mother's brother. Sort of the family misfit. Everybody told me to stay away from him. Bad influence. Laforge: Did you? Guinan: Are you kidding? He was the only member of the family who had a sense of humor. Except no one ever stayed around him long enough to realize it but me. My mother tells me I remind her of him, and I probably do. The idea of fitting in just repels me. Laforge: Maybe I'm not make myself clear, Guinan. Barclay, well, he's always late. The man's nervous. Nobody wants to be around this guy. Guinan: If I felt that nobody wanted to be around me, I'd probably be late and nervous too. Laforge: Guinan, that's not the point. Guinan: Are you sure? Excuse me. Laforge: Computer, where is Lieutenant Barclay? Laforge: Reg? Laforge: Beverly? Crusher: Good morning, my lord. Manners, my son. Manners. You embarrass me before our guest. Master Barclay will spank you if you misbehave. Laforge: Wesley ? Wesley: What do you want? Laforge: Well, I guess I want Master Barclay. Crusher: The boys got into another little scrap, I'm afraid. But boys will be boys. Laforge: You cannot withstand our assault forever, Barclay. Data: You are outnumbered, Mister Barclay. Say you will yield and it ends here. Barclay: I will speak with my sword, sir. Picard: In God's name, where did you learn to fight like this, man? Barclay: Self taught, my capitaine. Shall I give you a few lessons? Picard: Who is that? One of your allies? Barclay: Jean-Luc. Not that old trick. I'm very disappointed in you. Barclay: I'll make it easy for you, Commander. I'll request reassignment. Laforge: Now, wait a minute. Barclay: Look, we both know, the whole ship knows, I just can't cut it here. Laforge: Hey, Barclay, I've spent a few hours on the holodeck too, you know. Now, as far as I'm concerned what you do in the holodeck is your own business, as long as it doesn't interfere with your work. Barclay: You're, you're not going to tell anyone about this? Laforge: I don't think everybody would appreciate your imagination like I do. It is kind of unusual, recreating people you already know. Barclay: well, it was just. I needed to blow off some steam because one, one of the officers had been getting on my back. Laforge: Let me guess. Barclay: It was you, and I just couldn't tell you what I wanted to tell you to your face, so it just sort of got out of control. Laforge: I don't know. There's a part of this that's kind of therapeutic. Maybe you ought to talk to Counselor Troi about it. Barclay: It's, it's, I, when I'm in there I'm just more comfortable. You don't know what a struggle this has been for me, Commander. Laforge: I'd like to help, if I can. Barclay: Being afraid all the time, of forgetting somebody's name, not knowing what to do with your hands. I mean, I'm the guy who writes down things to remember to say when there's a party. And then when he finally get there, he winds up alone in the corner trying to look comfortable examining a potted plant. Laforge: You're just shy, Barclay. Barclay: Just shy. Sounds like nothing serious, doesn't it? You can't know. O'Brien: O'Brien to La Forge. Laforge: Go ahead. O'Brien: I need you in transporter room three, Commander. Laforge: On my way, Chief. Listen, Reg. I really do want you to talk to Counselor Troi. Barclay: Troi? No, no, no, no, no. I couldn't. Laforge: I mean it. As your friend and as your commanding officer. O'Brien: I was synchronizing the phase transition coils, I didn't do anything I haven't done a hundred times before. The test object is made of pure duranium. Laforge: Seems normal enough to me. O'Brien: Watch this. Laforge: I'm glad I don't have anywhere to go. Chief Engineer's log, stardate 43808.2. A systems analysis of transporter room three has yielded no suggestion of a cause for the latest malfunction aboard the Enterprise. Picard: Is this part of the same pattern? Laforge: We don't know, sir. And we don't know why only transporter room three is affected. None of the other transporter rooms are malfunctioning. Riker: Yet. Picard: We reach Nahmi Four in twenty two hours. We'll want all transporters operational by then. I want a level one diagnostic across the board. Riker: Advise Mister Barclay to join us on the Bridge immediately. Laforge: Could we make that fourteen hundred hours, sir? I've got him working on something. Riker: Fourteen hundred hours. Mister O'Brien, no maintenance on the transporters until further notice. O'Brien: Aye, sir. Troi: I know this is difficult for you. Is there anything I can do to make you more comfortable? Barclay: No. Troi: Have you ever been with a counselor before? Barclay: Yes. No. Troi: Which one? Barclay: Yes, but she, it wasn't. It wasn't really a counselor. Troi: Most people find a counselor intimidating at first. It's okay if you feel that way toward me. Barclay: Not at all. Troi: Good. Now, lean back, close your eyes. Barclay: Why? Troi: I want to make you more comfortable. Barclay: You do? Troi: Yes. Troi: It's okay. Close your eyes. Barclay: What are you going to do? Troi: Just listen to the sound of my voice. Take a slow deep breath in through your nose and let it out through your mouth just as slowly. That's better, isn't it? Barclay: Much better. Oh, yes. Oh, yes, that's, that's much better. That is extremely helpful. Thank you for your time. Troi: But Barclay: Really. That's very helpful. In through the nose, out through the mouth. I'm going to practice that and I'll let you know. Thank you again. Troi: I had a very strange visit from one of your officers today. Laforge: Barclay? Yes, I can imagine. Were you able to do anything for him? Troi: To be honest, I'm not sure what happened. Riker: Where is Mister Barclay? It's past fourteen hundred hours. Laforge: Lieutenant Barclay, report to the Bridge. Lieutenant Barclay, report. Riker: Computer. Locate Lieutenant Barclay. Computer: Lieutenant Barclay is in holodeck two. Laforge: I'll get him. Riker: No, I'll handle this. I've had it with him. Laforge: Counselor, you'd better come along. Laforge: I think you should know Barclay's been running some unique programs. Riker: I don't care what he's been running. I just ran out of patience. Laforge: Like I said, Commander, Barclay's been running some unusual programs. Riker: This is a violation of protocol. Crewmembers should not be simulated in the holodeck. Laforge: Commander I don't think there's any regulation against Riker: Well there ought to be. Computer, discontinue program and erase. Troi: Computer, belay that order. Riker: Counselor? Troi: If Barclay is having difficulty facing reality, to suddenly destroy his only means of escape would be brutal and could do considerable damage. HOLO- Picard: They are quite disagreeable, aren't they? Shall we have at them? HOLO- Data: Delighted. HOLO- Laforge: We shall thrash them. HOLO- Picard: En garde. Riker: Stop it. Put that down. HOLO- Data: Your sword, sir. Riker: I don't have a sword. HOLO- Laforge: How do expect to fight without your sword, sir? Riker: I don't expect to fight. HOLO- Picard: Ha! Do I detect a streak of yellow along the good fellow's back? Perhaps we can supply a more appropriate adversary for him. Number One! Wesley: Number One! HOLO- Riker: Here I come. HOLO- Riker: Am I late? Did I miss the fight? En garde! You, sir, you have a familiar bearing. Is it possible our swords have crossed somewhere before? Riker: Where is he? Where's Barclay? HOLO- Riker: Ah, a personal grudge. I warn you. It would be wise for you to put your affairs in final order before you meet him in combat. You challenge the greatest sword in all the holodeck. Riker: You think this is funny? Troi: You are very tall. It might be threatening to some people. Riker: Mister Barclay will find out what it means to be threatened. Computer, discontinue image of Riker. HOLO- Picard: Sir, you have no sense of fair play. Laforge: Just tell us where to find Barclay. Riker: You want us to search through all this to find him? Troi: It could provide us with valuable information about what's troubling him. You know, there's nothing wrong with a healthy fantasy life, as long as you don't let it take over. Riker: You call this healthy? Troi: You're taking it so seriously. It's not without its element of humor. HOLO- Troi: I am the goddess of Empathy. Cast off your inhibitions and embrace love, truth, joy. Laforge: Oh, my God. HOLO- Troi: Diskard your facades and reveal your true being to me. Troi: Computer, discontinue. Riker: Computer, belay that order! We want to get more insight into what's been troubling the poor man, remember? Quite a healthy fantasy life, wouldn't you say? Picard: Report. Worf: Sir, our velocity increased to warp seven point two five. Data: Compensating, sir. Worf: Confirmed. Velocity now warp seven. Picard: Maintain that. What the hell happened? Data: The matter-antimatter injectors locked for a split second. I am not certain why, sir. They appear to be working properly now. Picard: Picard to La Forge. Laforge: Go ahead, Captain. Picard: Commander, any explanation for this injector problem? Laforge: Well, I'm not in Engineering, sir. I'm in holodeck two. Picard: Another malfunction? Laforge: Not exactly, but I'll return to Engineering immediately, sir. Picard: Yes, I should say you should, Commander. Your holodeck activities can wait until later. And Commander. Laforge: Yes, sir? Picard: It would be wise to consult Lieutenant Barclay Picard: On this latest incident. Laforge: I'd like to very much, Captain. La Forge out. We need to find Barclay now. HOLO- Troi: Cast aside your masks and let me slip into your minds. Troi: Muzzle it. Crusher: Shh! Troi: We have a lot to talk about, Mister Barclay. Laforge: Commander, Barclay and I had better get to Engineering. Riker: Dismissed. Barclay: I just couldn't keep my eyes open. I'd worked twelve hours on the power systems and then, then the transporter went down. Laforge: Reg, you had a chance to get some help from the real Counselor Troi but instead you went back in there. Barclay: I know. I didn't want to. I just couldn't help myself. Laforge: You're going to be able to write the book on holodiction. Look, I know how easy it is to get caught up in it. I fell in love in there once. Barclay: Really? Laforge: But I knew when it was time to turn it off and say goodbye. It wasn't easy, but I did it. Barclay: You know, the people I create in there are more real to me than anyone I meet out here, except maybe you, Commander. Laforge: I need you out here, Reg. Now more than ever. Laforge: The injectors aren't responding to the diagnostic commands. Barclay: I think we should drop out of warp. Laforge: La Forge to Bridge. Picard: Go ahead, Commander. Laforge: Recommend we go to impulse power, Captain. Picard: Take us out of warp. Data: Controls are not responding, sir. Barclay: It's the injectors. Laforge: Override. Barclay: It's not a computer problem. The mechanism is physically jammed. I can't clear it. Data: Speed increasing, sir. Warp seven point six, seven point six five. Warp seven point seven. Laforge: We can't shut it down, Captain. Antimatter flow is increasing. She's accelerating out of control. Laforge: There's nothing I can do. Worf: Approaching warp nine sir. Picard: Red alert. Riker: Estimated time to structural failure. Data: At this rate of acceleration, fifteen minutes forty seconds, sir. Riker: Did you copy that, Geordi? Laforge: Aye, Commander. Riker: Recommendations. Laforge: I'll let you know as soon as we have some. La Forge out. Okay, this ship is going to start tearing itself apart in fifteen minutes. I want every idea on the table. I don't care how outrageous. Duffy: What about attempting a magnetic quench on the fusion pre-burners? Laforge: No, I already tried that. The magnetic fields won't reset. Wesley: Could the fuel inlet servos be caught in cycle? Laforge: If they were, the swirl dampers would be frozen too and they aren't. Duffy: Nothing showed up in the diagnostic sweep at all? Barclay: The tests showed there were problems, I mean no problems with the flow, the flow of the. Laforge: There's nothing wrong with the computer control protocols or the power transfer systems. As far as we can determine, the injectors are just physically jammed. Duffy: Injectors freeze, anti-grav unit goes down, and transporter malfunctions. Wesley: And a twisted glass. Laforge: What's the connection? Worf: Exceeding warp nine point four. Picard: Begin evacuation of secondary hull. Prepare for emergency saucer separation. Worf: Standing by to release docking clamps. Riker: Reroute systems to primary hull power sources. Data: The plasma flow to the nacelles is uneven due to injector lock. An emergency saucer separation could rupture the warp field. Data: Twelve minutes to structural failure, sir. Laforge: None of the systems involved interact directly with each other. I don't see anything in common. Barclay: What if, what if, what if one of us is the connection? Duffy: Us? How? Barclay: I don't know, but we're looking for a systemic explanation and there isn't one. We work with all the systems that are affected. What if we're transmitting something ourselves by touching it, or something. Wesley: The computer sensors would've picked up anything dangerous. Barclay: But if it were something, something that we couldn't scan, you might've passed it to the injectors when you were realigning the magnetic capacitors. Laforge: It was your glass, Duffy and both of you were present in the cargo bay when the anti-grav failed. Duffy: So was O'Brien. Wesley: The transporter malfunction. That's a connection too. Computer: Danger. Approaching safety limits of engine containment field. Laforge: Computer, list all physical substances that wouldn't normally be picked up by an internal scan. Computer: There are fifteen thousand five hundred twenty five known substances that cannot be detected by standard scans. Laforge: Great. And how many of those can exist in an oxygen atmosphere? Computer: Five hundred thirty two. Laforge: And could alter molecular structure when it comes in contact with glass. Computer: Five. Laforge: On screen at this station. Duffy. Barclay: Jakmanite has a half life of fifteen seconds. There wouldn't be enough time to spread it around the ship. Laforge: Right. Wesley: Selgninaem and lucovexitrin are highly toxic. Laforge: Yeah, we'd all be dead by now. That leaves saltzgadum and invidium, neither of which has been used for decades. Wesley: Could either one of them cause all these malfunctions? Duffy: Most of the affected systems weren't even invented when those substances were in use. Who knows what could happen with a transporter or a magnetic capacitor? Laforge: Wait a minute, wasn't invidium used in medical containment fields? Wesley: Not for over a century. Barclay: The Mikulaks might still be using it. Duffy: And one of those canisters was broken. Laforge: La Forge to Bridge. We have a working theory, Captain. There's a good possibility we picked up some Invidium from a broken canister in the cargo bay Laforge: And have been spreading it around the ship. Riker: Working theories are fine, Geordi. Riker: But we need a working solution in about five minutes. Laforge: Understood, Commander. We're on our way to cargo bay five for confirmation. Laforge: Nothing on the tricorder. Computer: Danger. Exceeding safety limits of engine containment field. At current acceleration, structural failure will occur in three minutes thirty seconds. Laforge: If it's in there it should show up on one of the polarity channels. Barclay: There it is. Laforge: Duffy and O'Brien picked up the broken canister and became contaminated. Barclay: If we can get it, the invidium, down to minus two hundred degrees Celsius, it'll become inert. Laforge: La Forge to Bridge. Invidium has been confirmed. Laforge: Recommend we flood the injector pathway conduit with gaseous cryonetrium. That ought to neutralize it. Picard: The question is, will the injectors come back online? Laforge: They sustained considerable damage, Captain. I can't guarantee that we'll be able to regain control. Riker: We don't have much choice, do we? Laforge: No, sir. Picard: Make it so. Duffy: Route primary coupling through starboard transfer conduit. Wesley: Routing. Ready for engine core injection. Computer: At current acceleration, structural failure will occur in forty five seconds. Data: Injector conduit temperature minus one hundred degrees Celsius. Picard: Transfer injector control to manual. Data: Ready, sir. Temperature now minus one hundred ninety degrees. Minus two hundred degrees, sir. Riker: Injector status? Data: Matter injector is online. Antimatter injector still locked. Computer: At current acceleration, structural failure will occur in thirty seconds. Picard: Cycle power through ventral relay. Data: Antimatter injector online. Reducing flow capacity. Commencing warp engine shut down, sir. Picard: Stand down from red alert. Riker: Nice work, Geordi. Laforge: Mister Barclay and I thank you, sir. Riker: Acknowledged. Laforge: The ship has been seriously contaminated with invidium, sir. Recommend we set course for Starbase one two one for a complete systems and bio-decontamination. Picard: Understood. Picard out. Laforge: Glad you were with us out here in the real world today, Mister Barclay. Barclay: It has been most difficult to reach this decision to leave you, but after thinking about it and discussing it at length with Counselor Troi, I think it's for the best. I just wanted to thank you all for your support. Laforge: You'll always be welcome here, Reg. Barclay: I know. That's why it's so difficult to leave. Picard: It was a pleasure to serve with you, Mister Barclay. Troi: Good luck, Reg. Barclay: It's been fun. Computer, end program. Barclay: Erase all programs filed under Reginald Barclay. Except program nine.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43872.2. In order to neutralize a sudden contamination of the water supply at the Federation colony on Beta Agni Two, we are procuring one hundred and eight kilos of hytritium from the Zibalian trader, Kivas Fajo. Because pure hytritium is too unstable for our transporters, Lieutenant Commander Data has been shuttling the material to the Enterprise. Data: Data to Enterprise. Picard: Go ahead, Mister Data. Data: This will be the last trip, sir. Data: The remaining cases of hytritium are now being loaded. Picard: Acknowledged. Mister Worf, advise Beta Agni Two that our departure is imminent. Worf: Aye, Captain. Riker: At warp six, we should be there in just over sixteen hours. Data: Loading is complete. I am proceeding with departure. Enterprise shuttlebay two, prepare for docking, level one precautions for incoming material remain in effect. Varria: If you'll just acknowledge this last load, Commander> Varria: Twenty six point eight kilos of tripolymer composites. Eleven point eight kilos of molybdenum-cobalt alloy. One point three kilos Bioplast sheeting. Laforge: Shuttle twelve containment field reads nominal. Now leaving the Jovis. Picard: On viewer. Laforge: Containment field stable. Gravitational fluctuations within acceptable parameters. Flight pattern Worf: Data. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. As the result of a yet unexplained shuttle explosion, Lieutenant Commander Data has been lost. Riker: Why didn't the containment field hold? Laforge: Unknown, Commander. Picard: Hail the Jovis. I want to speak with Kivas Fajo. Worf: Sir, Mister Fajo is hailing us. Picard: On viewer. Fajo: Captain Picard, what happened? Picard: It's unclear. We're running a full analysis. Fajo: We detected no malfunctions before the explosion. Everything seemed to be running as smoothly as the other flights. Were you able to save the pilot? Picard: No. Fajo: I'm sorry. Picard: Mister Fajo, I would like to analyze your sensor readings of the explosion. Fajo: Compared to the Enterprise's, our sensors are rather primitive. I doubt they contain any information that your sensors overlooked. Picard: Perhaps, but I don't want to leave any avenue unexplored. Fajo: I understand. We'll transmit the information. Worf: Link established. Receiving. Fajo: Can we be of any further assistance? Picard: How much hytritium did we manage to bring on board? Riker: Eighty one kilos. Laforge: That will barely allow us to complete our mission, Captain, but it leaves us no margin for error. Picard: Mister Fajo, I realize we have acquired your complete supply of hytritium. Do you know where we could obtain some more? Fajo: That may be difficult. The only source I know is in the Sigma Erani system. Riker: Three weeks away, sir. Fajo: And I can't guarantee they'll have any. For obvious reasons, no one wants to keep it around. In fact, even I may stop selling it. It's just too dangerous. Riker: I guess we're fortunate you had any at all, sir. Worf: Captain, transfer of information complete. Picard: Mister Fajo, thank you for your help. Picard: Mister Crusher, set a course for the Beta Agni Two system, warp six. Wesley: Aye, sir. Riker: The Grissom is near the Sigma Erani system. I'll alert them to stand by in case we need more hytritium. Picard: Thank you, Number One. Wesley: Course laid in, sir. Picard: Engage. Data: What am I doing here? Fajo: Wondrous. The detail. The balance. Was I not right, Varria? What a remarkable piece of work. Data: Why have I been brought here? Fajo: The voice simulation. it's perfection. The inflections, the timing. Fajo: It took great effort. Effort. to bring you here. I was sure he'd be worth it. I was right. Data: I've been delivered here against my wishes. I would like to know the reason. Fajo: Certainly. You have been brought here for my enjoyment and my appreciation. Data: Am I to infer that you intend to keep me captive? Fajo: Captive? Captive? That's such an inappropriate description. My dear android. May I call you Data? Data: It is my name. Fajo: Data. You will be catered to, fawned over, cared for as you never have been before. Your every wish will be fulfillled Data: I wish to leave. Fajo: Almost every wish. Data: This is unacceptable, sir. I have no desire to remain here and even if I did, my Starfleet duties would not allow it. Fajo: It's so single minded, isn't it? Varria: Very persistent. Fajo: But it's very polite, which is a very nice touch. I decline to allow you to go. Data: Then I am forced to attempt escape. Fajo: Ten androids just like you might be able to force that thing open. But then again, there aren't any more just like you, are there? It's keyed to galvanic skin responses and DNA patterns. Sorry. Data: Then you will have to open it for me. Fajo: Oh. Really, I wouldn't do that again if I were you. This is a proximity-actuated field. It impedes positron flow. It's very bad for the brainpaths in the long term. Data: I fail to understand the value you place on my presence. Fajo: Well, just look around the room. There are items her gathered from half the galaxy. Right here. This is the very first Basotile ever created. Sorry. It's very, very ancient. Hundreds of years old. It's priceless. Fajo: Come. This vase is made by Mark, the late Mark Off-Zel from Sirrie Four. Dali. This is the only known Roger Maris trading card from Earth circa 1962. The smell? Bubblegum. I've preserved the scent. What? A Lapling. Data: I thought they were extinct. Fajo: Extinct? Good. That is what is generally believed. She is the last surviving member of her species. They're very defenseless creatures, really. Everything that you see in the room here, everything. One of its kind. Unique. All original. Just as you are. There. That is your place of honor. Sit, sit. Sit! You think perhaps it might be uncomfortable? But then again, you don't give a thought to comfort, do you. When Palor Toff learns of that, he'll swallow his tongue with envy. I can't wait to see his face. You are the crown jewel of my collection. You're a treasure beyond comparison. Varria: Yes, go ahead. Fajo: I think you should be flattered. Data: I am not, sir. Most intelligent lifeforms find involuntary confinement offensive and inequitable. Moreover, you have violated Federation law Fajo: I know, I know. What I've done is evil, selfish, immoral, unprincipled, illegal. Well, I've learned to live with it. Varria: The Andorians wish to make a bid on the shipment of Tellurian spices you offered. Fajo: They've had four days to decide! Why do they have to decide right! Sorry. Data: I must emphasize, Mister Fajo, that I consider this captivity a hostile act on your part. Fajo: You'll get used to it. Wesley: I can't believe he's gone. Laforge: I always thought he'd outlive us, by centuries. Wesley: He'd been working on this for months. He never felt it was quite finished. Laforge: You know what a critic Data was, especially about his own work. Wesley: That was a gift from the Captain. Laforge: And he should have it back. Wesley: Those should go to Commander Riker. Laforge: Data always fell for Riker's bluffs. Wesley: These are some of Starfleet's highest honors. Laforge: Not bad for a walking pile of circuitry and memory cells. Laforge: You know, I keep going over and over the accident in my mind, trying to figure out what went wrong. I can see Data in the shuttle, almost like I'm sitting there next to him going through the departure sequence. What the hell happened? Why didn't I see it coming? What am I missing? Varria: Kivas wishes you to wear this set of clothes, and to sit in your chair. Data: I have no reason to accede to Mister Fajo's wishes. Varria: He will give you reasons if you force him to. Data: Mister Fajo is deluding himself if he believes he can keep me here. The Enterprise is certain to find me. Varria: They're not even looking for you. They think you're destroyed. Your shuttle blew up. A hytritium explosion. Data: They will scan the debris and discover I was not aboard. Varria: They'll find exactly what they thought they'd find. Traces of your component elements. We put them aboard the shuttle in just the right proportions. Data: Clearly, Mister Fajo has no moral difficulty with my imprisonment here. Varria: Mister Fajo has no moral difficulties at all. Data: Do you? Varria: Clever, android. Is it part of your program to seek out vulnerabilities in your enemies? Data: Yes. Are you my enemy? Varria: I obey Fajo. And so does everyone on this ship. Data: Why? Varria: You are a curious thing, aren't you? Data: Do you object to the question? Varria: Kivas finds a way to get what he wants from his people. His rewards for loyalty are lavish. His punishments for disloyalty are equally lavish. You won't find anyone here on this ship to help you escape. Face it, android. He has you. Data: It appears he has us both. Laforge: The reason I can't find anything is that there's nothing there to find. I've run this analysis dozens of times over and there's just no indication of any malfunction. Riker: No possible explanation at all? Laforge: Yeah, there's one, but I don't believe it. Pilot error. Picard: I know it's hard to accept, but even the best Laforge: Captain, it's not only hard to accept, with Data it's impossible. I mean, I can't even begin to calculate the odds. If Data were here, we could ask him. Picard: What are you suggesting, Lieutenant? Laforge: I don't know, sir. It just doesn't make sense, and I like things to make sense, that's all. Riker: Geordi, maybe if you get a little rest and came at this thing fresh. Laforge: A little rest isn't going to change the computer analysis, Commander. Picard: I'm sure you have done a complete investigation, and if you wish to continue it, of course you have my support. But we shall be reaching the Beta Agni system shortly, and I expect you to be rested. Laforge: I understand, sir. Picard: Dismissed. Geordi, I understand how much we want, even need, to explain an accident like this. Sometimes there just aren't any explanations. Riker: For an android with no feelings, he sure managed to evoke them in others. Picard: We must select an officer to replace Data at Ops. Recommendations? Riker: Worf would be my first choice, sir. Picard: Mine as well. Make it so. Picard: He was a man, taken for all in all. I shall not look upon his like again. Fajo: You are still wearing that uniform. Why? Data: I am a Starfleet officer. Fajo: You are not in Starfleet any longer. It's time you adjusted your program to accept reality. Data: Even if I chose to do so, it is doubtful that my programming could be sufficiently altered to accede to your wishes. Fajo: Oh? Data: I have been designed with a fundamental respect for life in all its forms and a strong inhibition against causing harm to living beings. Fajo: What a marvelous contradiction. A military pacifist. Tell me, whose dreadful decision was it to enlist you in Starfleet to begin with? Data: My skills seemed appropriate Fajo: Data, Data, Data. Big mistake. A grievous error. You belong in Starfleet about as much as I belong in a verbal contract. Tell me, have you killed yet? Data: No, but I am programmed with the ability to use deadly force in the cause of defense. Fajo: Shame on you. Shame on you. How neatly you rationalize your capabilities. How can you just casually accept your role in murder? Data: I would not participate in murder. Perhaps you misunderstand. Fajo: Can't you see how much better it will be for you right here? The intellectual rewards alone. Our personal exploration of the galaxy. I am at war with no one. I am your liberator. Data: You are a fine debater, sir. It is a pity you have used your verbal gifts for mere hucksterism and the advancement of your own greed. Fajo: Perhaps. Perhaps you would not judge me so harshly if you knew of my desperate youth, wasted, wasted on the streets of Zimballia. Data: Your past does not excuse unethical or immoral behavior, sir. Fajo: Well, it doesn't matter. It isn't true anyway. My father was quite wealthy, actually. He was a thief. Data, why don't you put on these lovely new clothes and sit on the chair. Data: I must decline. Fajo: You are going to be much more of a challenge than I had first thought. Finoplak, one hundred denkirs. Now, Data, in the meantime, here is something for your logic circuits to analyze. Fajo: Oh, don't worry. The solvent won't harm your, your skin. But in seconds it will completely dissolve that uniform. Personally, I'd be delighted to see you go around naked. I assume you have no modesty. But, then, I guess that decency is the rule of your Starfleet training. In any case, Data, why don't you make a decision about which alternative you dislike the least. Make a decision by dinnertime tonight. I have invited a guest to meet you, and I expect you to be as entertaining with him as you have been with me. Data: Proceeding with departure. Enterprise shuttlebay two, prepare for docking. Level one precautions remain in effect. Laforge: I did miss something. Troi: See you later. Your first watch at Ops? Worf: I have served at the position before. Troi: I've been concerned about you. Worf: About me? Why? Troi: Because I know how I'd feel if I was asked to replace Data at his station. Worf: Bridge. Promotion due to the death of a crewmate is commonplace on Klingon ships. Troi: I know, but this isn't a Klingon ship and Data was your friend. And it's the second time you've replaced a crewmate who's died. Worf: I honor Data's memory, as I did Lieutenant Yar's, by attempting to perform their duties as well as they did. Troi: In true Klingon fashion. Worf: I appreciate your concern. Laforge: Computer, now replay shuttle audio transmission time index zero four two three. This is Data's second trip. Data: Proceeding with departure. Enterprise shuttlebay two, prepare for docking. Level one precautions remain in effect. Shuttle has cleared the Jovis cargo bay. Wesley: Sounds just like the first trip. Laforge: Exactly the same. That's protocol. And that's Data. Following protocol to the letter. Okay, computer, now replay shuttle audio transmission, time index zero four three nine. Third and final trip. Data: Loading is complete. I am proceeding with departure. Enterprise shuttlebay two, prepare for docking. Level one precautions remain in effect. Laforge: That's it. That's the last communication. Wesley: He didn't report the shuttle clearing the cargo bay of the Jovis. Laforge: Of course, there really wasn't any reason for him to make voice contact. He knew we'd be monitoring his position. Any other pilot might not bother, but Data? not following standard procedures? Wesley: What do you think it means? Laforge: I'm not sure, Wes. I suppose he could've been too busy. Maybe he saw something was wrong. Wesley: Without communicating it? That doesn't sound like Data either. Laforge: Which means maybe something was wrong with him. But there's no other indication of that. Nothing he said or did during the entire mission. None. I sure wish I could talk to the last people who saw him alive. Toff: I've added a Veltan sex idol to my collection. Fajo: I've got four of them. Toff: What? With the pearls intact? Fajo: Please. Pearls were added by the Ferengi agents to increase the value. Toff: What is that? Something new? And you didn't tell me. Fajo: Mister Data, I'm delighted to see that you dressed for the occasion. Say hello to my very good friend, Palor Toff. Fajo: Data, say hello. No need to be shy. Toff: It's a mannequin of some sort. Fajo: This is not a mannequin. This is Data. This is formerly Lieutenant Commander Data of the Federation Starfleet. The only sentient android in existence. Toff: It doesn't seem particularly sentient right now. Fajo: That's because it's playing a stupid little game with us. Toff: Well, someone has certainly played a game on you, Fajo. Fajo: I don't find this amusing. I demand that you behave normally. Behave normally! I know you can hear me! Toff: He falls well. Fajo: I apologize for this. Toff: Do not be upset, my friend. I'm having a delightful visit. Come along, Varria. You're much more fun to play with than Fajo's new toy. Fajo: You'll regret this. Wesley: Now entering the Beta Agni system, sir. Riker: Take us to half impulse, Mister Crusher. Laforge: La Forge to bridge. Picard: Go ahead, Commander. Laforge: Captain. Laforge: A class two probe has been loaded with the hytritium compound and is ready to launch. Wesley: Now approaching Beta Agni Two, sir. Picard: Mister Crusher, put us into close orbit. Mister Data, scan. My apologies, Mister Worf. Scan the colony's subsurface water. Worf: Scanning. Tricyanate contamination confirmed. Levels approaching forty two parts per million. Riker: Area affected? Worf: Thirty square kilometers. Picard: Any indication of the source? Worf: Highest concentration eight kilometers west of the colony. Riker: Adjust target coordinates. Wesley: Aye, sir. Laforge: La Forge to bridge. Laforge: According to these figures, the eighty one kilos Laforge: Of hytritium should be enough to neutralize the contamination. Wesley: Now approaching target coordinates. Picard: Launch probe. Worf: Probe on target. Hytritium entering water table. Disbursement slightly faster than expected. Sir, something unusual. Picard: Specify. Worf: I'm getting concentrated tricyanate readings of seventy grams per cubic centimeter at the source coordinates. Much higher than would normally occur. Picard: Computer, report on geologic instability on Beta Agni Two. Computer: No significant geological activity has been recorded on Beta Agni Two since the settlement of the Federation colony. Picard: Number One, perhaps you'd better take an away team down and have a closer look. Riker: Yes, sir. Doctor Crusher, join me in Transporter room three. Crusher: On my way. Riker: Mister Worf? Fajo: I would very much like our relationship to change. Data: You may expect me to use every means at my disposal to resist your wishes. Fajo: Why can't you just comply? Why do you argue all the time? Couldn't you just go sit on the chair? Come on. Go on, sit on the chair. Data: I do not intend to sit in the chair. Fajo: You will. You may believe it right now, but you will. Fajo: Have you ever seen one of these, Data? Data: It is a disruptor. Fajo: Well, no. It's a prototype for a Varon-T disruptor. Data: The Varon-T disruptor is banned in the Federation. Fajo: Oh, yes. They only manufactured five of them. I own four. I sleep with one under my pillow at night, and I sleep very well knowing it's there too. Do you know why? Data: It is a most lethal weapon. Fajo: It's not just lethal. It's vicious. It tears a body apart, inside out, and very slowly too by your phaser standards. It's tortuous. A very, very painful death. I've always wanted to try this. Data: It is doubtful you will destroy me since you assign so much value to possessing me. Fajo: That goes without saying. Please come in. Fajo: Varria, how long have we been together, my dear? Varria: Fourteen years. Fajo: Fourteen wonderful years they were too. She was barely an adult when I found her. She was idealistic, naive, full of dreams. And I made those dreams come true, too, didn't I? I'm going to miss you. Data: Fajo. Crusher: The contamination's been neutralized. The water's clean. Worf: Curious. The process of neutralization should have taken several hours. Naturally occurring tricyanate does not respond this quickly. Riker: Are you saying it's not naturally occurring? Worf: There are no natural trace elements present in these tricyanate crystals. Riker: If it's artificial, then we're talking about sabotage. Crusher: With tricyanate? That's hard to believe. It's slow to assimilate, difficult to replicate, and hard to transport. There are a lot easier ways to poison a water supply. More effective ways too. Riker: Can you think of any reason a saboteur would choose tricyanate? Crusher: It might pass for a natural disaster. And since there's only one way to treat it, with hytritium, maybe somebody figured we couldn't locate it. It is hard to find. Riker: Then it really was lucky, wasn't it, that we were able to find hytritium when we did. And just enough hytritium for this crisis? Riker: Fajo was in the right place at the right time just when we needed him most. Picard: You're suggesting he created the problem just to solve it? Riker: Possibly. Laforge: What, to make a profit from his sale of hytritium? Crusher: It doesn't add up. The cost of producing tricyanate is very expensive. He wouldn't make a profit on it. Quite the contrary. Worf: Then, why would he do it? Riker: What could he want? Picard: Computer, biographical file on trader Kivas Fajo. Computer: Accessing file Kivas Fajo. A Zibalian trader of the Stacius trade guild, educated on Iraaten Five. A noted collector of rare and valuable objects including the Rejac Crystal, the Starry Night by Van Gogh, the Lawmim Galactopedia, the Moliam Andi tapestries Picard: Computer, that is sufficient. Riker: A rare and valuable object? Laforge: What if Data wasn't on that shuttle? Picard: Mister Crusher. Wesley: Aye, sir. Picard: Set course for the site of the shuttlepod explosion. Warp eight. Wesley: Aye, sir. Wesley: The Jovis has a maximum speed of warp three. He's had twenty three hours so we can define a perimeter of point one oh two light years as his possible distance. Riker: Fajo doesn't know that we're onto him, so he probably isn't taxing his engines at top speed. Wesley: He could have made it to the Nel Bato system, or maybe even the Giles Belt. Picard: He's a trader. He doesn't attract customers by being hard to find. Riker: We could put out a coded level two query to all Federation outposts within the perimeter. Picard: Make it so. Varria: If I help you escape, will you take me with you? He's sleeping, and there isn't much time. Data: The consequences if we are caught Varria: I know the consequences. Fourteen years. You learn a few things. There's an escape pod in the aft cargo bay. Worf: Captain, affirmative response from station Lya Four. Riker: Fajo spent more than half a day in orbit. Departed just over seven hours ago. Picard: Mister Crusher, new coordinates. Lay in a course for Lya Four. Wesley: Coordinates already laid in, sir. Data: Perhaps I should attempt to communicate with the Enterprise. Varria: You can't. Fajo has communications access restricted to the bridge. Once we're out, the shuttlepod will emit an emergency beacon. We'll just have to hope somebody responds before Fajo is able to destroy us. Data: I am trained in evasive maneuvers. Varria: We'll need a few. Let's get going. As soon as I start the escape sequence, an alarm will sound. We won't have much time. Fajo: It's your fault. You knew the price for disobedience. And so did she. Well, there's always another Varria. Fajo: You won't hurt me. Fundamental respect for all living beings. That is what you said. I'm a living being, therefore you can't harm me. Data: You will surrender yourself to the authorities. Fajo: Or what? You'll fire? Empty threat and we both know it. Why don't you accept your fate? You will return to your chair and you will sit there. You will entertain me and you will entertain my guests. And if you do not, I will simply kill somebody else. Him, perhaps. It doesn't matter. Their blood will be on your hands too, just like poor Varria's. Your only alternative, Data, is to fire. Murder me. That's all you have to do. Go ahead. Fire. If only you could feel rage over Varria's death. If only you could feel the need for revenge, then maybe you could fire. But you're just an android. You can't feel anything, can you? It's just another interesting intellectual puzzle for you. Another of life's curiosities. Data: I cannot permit this to continue. Fajo: Wait. Your program won't allow you to fire. You cannot fire. No. O'Brien: I'm reading a weapon in transit with Commander Data. It seems to have discharged, sir. Riker: Discharged? O'Brien: I'm deactivating it. Riker: Welcome back, Mister Data. Are you all right? Data: Yes, Commander. Please arrange to take Kivas Fajo into custody on charges of murder, kidnapping, theft. Riker: The arrangements have already been made. Data: A Varon-T disruptor. It belongs to Fajo. Riker: Mister O'Brien says the weapon was in a state of discharge. Data: Perhaps something occurred during transport, Commander. Fajo: Oh, have you come to see me to repent? Is this your final satisfaction? Want to see me beg for mercy? You're not going to get any of that from me. Data: I expected nothing. Fajo: Our roles are reversed, aren't they, Data? You're the collector now. Me, I'm in a cage. Data: So it seems. Fajo: Just don't count me out too quickly. I had you in my collection once. I can have you there again. Data: Unlikely, sir. Your collection has been confiscated. All of your stolen possessions are being returned to their rightful owners. You have lost everything you value. Fajo: It must give you great pleasure. Data: No, sir, it does not. I do not feel pleasure. I am only an android.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43917.4 The Enterprise has 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. Riker: I remember studying his career in school. The treaty of Alpha Cygnus Nine, the Coridan admission to the Federation, the Klingon Alliance. Picard: 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. Riker: You? Tongue-tied? Picard: Indeed. How do you make small talk with someone who shaped the Federation? Riker: Is it true that he'll be retiring after this mission? Picard: Unofficially, that's what I hear. What a crowning achievement for his career. The benefits of relations with the Legarans are incalculable. Mendrossen: Ah Captain Picard. I am Ki Mendrossen, the ambassador's chief of staff. This is Sakkath, his personal assistant. Picard: Has the ambassador been delayed? Mendrossen: He will be joining us momentarily. But first we must discuss some matters of the utmost delicacy. Picard: Please go ahead. Mendrossen: To be frank, Captain, the ambassador is not a young man. He tires easily. Sakkath: He's going to need a lot of rest to prepare himself for the difficult job that awaits him. Mendrossen: 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. Riker: We had planned a ship's concert this evening. Picard: I believe the Ambassador is extremely fond of Mozart. Mendrossen: 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 Four. Picard: You have my assurance that the Ambassador will not be disturbed during the voyage. Mendrossen: That's all we ask. Well, now that's settled, the Ambassador is waiting. Picard: Welcome aboard the Enterprise, Ambassador Sarek. Sarek: We come to serve. Picard: Your service honors us. Sarek: Allow me to present she who is my wife. Picard: Mrs. Sarek. Perrin: Please call me Perrin, Captain. Picard: This is my first officer, Commander William Riker. Perrin: 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. Sarek: I will examine it for myself. Perrin: Perhaps it would be best if we settled in first. Sarek: They worry about my health, Captain. Too much. You will take me to the conference room, please. Riker: If you'll follow me, sir. Wesley: Are the Legarans really going to sit in this stuff? Laforge: Well, I'm sure not. Wesley: Can you believe this smell? Laforge: What smell? What can I say? To us it's a slime pit, but to them it's home. Wesley: Okay, the environmental controls are ready. What's next? Laforge: What, are you in some kind of hurry or something? Wesley: Yeah, I have a date. Laforge: A date? With who? Wesley: Ensign Dumont. Laforge: Really? She's very attractive. I've got to admit, Wes, I'm a bit surprised. Wesley: What, that she'd go out with me? Laforge: No, that you'd actually have the nerve to ask her. Way to go. Sarek: The room is not ready. Picard: No Ambassador. Commander La Forge and Ensign Crusher are Sarek: The Legarans are very sensitive in matters of protocol. You will remove all the furniture from the room. The walls must be bare. Mendrossen: I'm sure everything will be set up according to our specifications before the Legarans arrive. Isn't that right, Captain? Picard: I assure you, Ambassador, everything will be ready before the conference begins. Perrin: My husband and I have every confidence in you, Captain. Sarek: I have worked for ninety three years in preparation for this meeting. It is vital that no detail be overlooked. Sakkath: Perhaps we should allow these gentlemen to return to their work, Ambassador. Sarek: That will be acceptable. These walls are too bright. Riker: The way Mendrossen described him, I expected to see a frail old man. Picard: I hope I'm that frail when I'm two hundred and two years old. But his aides did seem to be a little overprotective, didn't they? Riker: From what I could see, the Ambassador doesn't need to be protected from anything. Picard: Well, we'll respect Mister 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. Troi: Does this mean you're going to cancel the concert this evening? Picard: No, the concert will ahead as scheduled. But it's a pity that the guest of honor will be absent. Riker: For all we know, the Ambassador might enjoy an evening's entertainment Troi: Why not ask his wife if she'd like to attend? Picard: That's an excellent idea, Counselor. You have the Bridge, Number One. Perrin: Come in. Picard: I hope I'm not intruding. Perrin: Not at all, Captain, but Sarek is in meditation at the moment. Picard: Actually, I came to see you. Perrin: Well, how nice. I so rarely get visitors of my own. Usually everyone wants to see the Ambassador. Picard: I find that hard to believe. Thank you. Perrin: 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. Picard: The honor is ours. Perrin: My husband has taken an interest in your career. He finds it to be satisfactory. Picard: My word! High praise from a Vulcan. Perrin: Some people who expect an emotional response often find Vulcans quite cold when they are merely being Picard: Logical. Perrin: Exactly. Picard: I came to invite you, and your husband if he is available, to a Mozart recital this evening. Perrin: What a tempting offer. I doubt that the Ambassador will be able to attend, but I will make it a point to ask him. Picard: Well, then I hope to see you tonight. Perrin: As do I. Perrin: You are still unable to meditate? Sarek: It is of no importance. Perrin: It has eluded you for many weeks. Sarek: I said it is of no importance. Perrin: You know I am right. Sarek: My wife, you will leave me now. I require solitude. Wesley: The temperature in the tank is now one hundred fifty degrees Celsius. Laforge: Okay, lock it off. Wesley: Is that it? Can I get out of here now? Laforge: What's your hurry? You don't really think something's going to happen with Suzanne Dumont, do you? Wesley: At least I'm not spending the night with a good book like some people. Laforge: What's that supposed to mean? Wesley: Just what it sounds like. Laforge: 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. Wesley: Someone like me? Laforge: She's way out of your league. Wesley: Since when did you become an expert on women? Laforge: Compared to you, every male on this ship is an expert on women. Wesley: Well at least I don't have to find my women on the holodeck! Laforge: What did you say? Wesley: You heard me! Laforge: Yeah, I heard you. Just what do you think is going to stop Riker: Something wrong? I asked a question. Laforge: No, sir. Nothing wrong here. Wesley: May I be excused, Commander? Riker: Anything you'd like to talk about, Geordi? Laforge: No, sir. Picard: I noticed that Lieutenant Worf put Ensign D'Amato on report for insubordination. Riker: D'Amato's been an exemplary officer. Picard: Indeed he has. Would you look into it, Number One. Riker: Of course. Picard: Good evening. Crusher: Good evening. Picard: I assume the work is progressing on the conference room? Riker: Yes, I checked in with Wesley and Geordi a few hours ago. There was a moment when I actually thought that the two of them were going to hit one each other. Picard: Ambassador Sarek, Perrin, on behalf of the entire crew, welcome. Sarek: It was my wife's suggestion that we attend. It seemed an ideal diversion. Perrin can be quite logical, when she so chooses. Mendrossen: It seems that the Ambassador had more free time than I anticipated. Picard: Commander Data will be our featured soloist this evening. Data: I have been programmed to reproduce the individual musical styles of over three hundred concert violinists, including Heifetz, Menuhin, Grak-tay and Tataglia. Do you have a preference? Perrin: Tataglia would be lovely. Data: I hope you find the performance pleasing. Perrin: I look forward to it. Picard: At your convenience, Mister Data. Please. Wesley: Hi Mom. I got a message you wanted to see me? Crusher: I thought you were going to be at the concert last night. Wesley: I said I may be going. Suzanne wanted to go to the arboretum. Crusher: Captain Picard asked me where you were. I don't like making excuses for you. Wesley: Excuses? Come on, Mom. It wasn't an official function. Crusher: Listen, young man. You have responsibilities and I want you to live up to them. Wesley: Don't you think you're overreacting a little? Crusher: Don't talk back to me! Wesley: Okay, I won't. Crusher: Where do you think you're going? Wesley: Away from you. Crusher: And then I just slapped him. Really hard. I slapped Wesley. Troi: Do you know why you did it? Crusher: I've never hit my son in his life. Troi: Beverly, this is important. What were you thinking when you hit Wes? Crusher: I wasn't thinking about anything. I was just angry. Troi: And Wesley didn't provoke you in any way? It wasn't anything he said, or anything he did? Crusher: No, that's just it. It was a sudden burst of anger. I still can't believe I did it. Troi: 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. Sakkath: This is your command center. Data: Yes. It is normally occupied by Captain Picard, Commander Riker, and Counselor Troi. Sakkath: Counselor Troi is a Betazoid? Data: Half-Betazoid. Her father was human. Sakkath: Then she is not a true telepath? Data: Her skills are empathic in nature. She is able to sense the emotions of other beings. Sakkath: What is Captain Picard's background in diplomacy? Data: Extensive. The Captain's first diplomatic contact dates back to Sakkath: And what of his knowledge of the Legarans? Would he be able to conduct negotiations with them should the need arise? Data: Do you foresee such a circumstance occurring? Is Ambassador Sarek unable to Sakkath: Forgive me. I was merely exploring various possible permutations of our mission. Your tour of the Bridge has been most informative. O'Brien: Excuse me, we were sitting here. Crewman: Well we're sitting here now. O'Brien: Come on, fella. This is our table. Crewman: Really? Funny, I don't see your name on it. O'Brien: Didn't your mother teach you manners? Laforge: Hey, hey guys. Is there some kind of problem here? O'Brien: There seems to be a question of who's table this is. Laforge: There are plenty of other tables, right? O'Brien: I suppose you're right. Laforge: Why don't I get everyone another round of drinks? All right? Riker: I don't need to tell you that insubordination is a serious charge to level against any officer. Worf: I am aware of that, Commander. However, Ensign D'Amato directly challenged my authority. Riker: Is it my imagination, or have tempers become a little frayed on this ship lately? Worf: I hadn't noticed. Worf: I see what you mean. Worf: Security team to Ten Forward. Riker: Geordi, what the hell is going on here? Laforge: I wish I knew. Riker: All right, that's enough! Laforge: The next thing I know somebody's left hook is on its way to my chin. Troi: Captain, this is not an isolated incident. There have been reports of random violence all over the ship. Picard: Are you suggesting this is somehow contagious? Crusher: There's no indication of any bacteria or virus. I've run every test I know. I've checked the water, food replicators, airborne samples. Picard: This is a hell of a time. 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. Troi: It's not that simple, Captain. Crusher: We have determined that the outbreak of violence started at virtually the same time Sarek and his party beamed onto the ship. Crusher: We do have a working theory. We believe that it's possible Ambassador Sarek himself is responsible for these incidents. Picard: Sarek? Troi: I felt something during the concert. Vague and undefined, but very disturbing Picard: He cried. I saw that. I couldn't believe it. A Vulcan moved to tears by music? It's Troi: Well, Vulcans 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. Picard: What would cause such a loss of control? Crusher: There's a very rare condition that sometimes affects Vulcans over the age of two hundred. Bendii Syndrome. Its early symptoms include sudden bursts of emotion, mostly irrational anger. Eventually, all emotional control is lost. Picard: I can imagine nothing that would be more offensive to a Vulcan. Their emotional detachment is the very core of their being. How would this affect others on board the ship? Troi: Vulcans possess telepathic ability. Sarek may unintentionally be projecting intense emotions onto other people, at random. Picard: And when the Legarans beam on board? Crusher: They could very well be affected too. Picard: Is there a treatment? Crusher: Can't someone else take his place? Picard: Sarek has built a personal relationship with them. They will accept no one else. How can we confirm your diagnosis? Crusher: We can grow a culture from the tissue of the metathalamus, but the results will take several days. Picard: I have twelve hours. Mendrossen: 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. Picard: Nevertheless, we appear to be facing Mendrossen: I give you my word of honor that the Ambassador is in perfect health. Is that enough? Picard: Mister Mendrossen 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? Picard: I cannot explain that. Hundreds of others on board have not been affected either. I have not. It appears to be random. Proximity, apparently, has no bearing on the phenomenon. Mendrossen: 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. Picard: Mister Data, will you please report to my Ready room. Data: Aye, sir. Data: 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? Sakkath: Have I given you cause to think otherwise? Data: You have voiced certain reservations to me about his abilities. Sakkath: I do not recall making such a statement. Data: Not directly, no. But you did question me about the diplomatic capabilities of both Captain Picard and Counselor Troi. Sakkath: I am honor-bound to help Sarek carry out this mission. That is the only answer I can give. Data: 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? Sakkath: Tell your Captain the mission is in jeopardy. Data: 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. Riker: He hasn't been doing a very good job. Data: The strain of this mission on Sarek has made it impossible. Picard: It's ironic, isn't it? All this magnificent technology and we find ourselves still susceptible to the ravages of old age. The loss of dignity, the slow betrayal of our bodies by forces we cannot master. Do you still want to be one of us, Data? 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? Picard: 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 not wish to see, the truth. And he is being insulated against that truth by those who love him most. Riker: Someone has to confront him. Picard: Not a task that I'm looking forward to. Riker: I don't understand this. Everyone is protecting Sarek. His wife, Mendrossen, even you. Picard: What would you have me do? March down there and destroy the man? Riker: The mission with the Legarans cannot be carried out with Sarek in this condition! Picard: I know that! Riker: Then tell him that there is no way Picard: Don't you tell me what to do! Data: Captain. Commander. Picard: Of course. You're right, Number One. It's a task that I will attend to. Perrin: Captain, I don't think I understand what you're telling me. My husband is responsible for your crew assaulting one another? Picard: He is very ill, Perrin. 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. Picard: There's one now. Sakkath knows. Perrin: Sakkath? Sakkath knows nothing my husband didn't teach him. Picard: He knows. And more than that. On this mission he has been consciously holding Sarek's mind together as well as he could. Perrin: That is not true! Picard: I must see Sarek. Perrin: 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. Picard: I'm sorry. Perrin: Please, you must not do this to him. Sarek: 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. Picard: The loss is mine, Ambassador. Mendrossen: Captain, may I talk with you in private? Sarek: 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. Sarek: 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. Picard: Unfortunately the results would not be available for several days, which is why I must ask for a postponement of the conference. Sarek: That would be a mistake. Captain, I give you my word. I am in perfect health. Picard: Then why must Sakkath help to contain your emotions? Sarek: Is what the captain says true? Mendrossen: No, Ambassador, absolutely not. Sarek: Perrin, were you aware of this? Sakkath, I await an answer. Sakkath: I have been using my limited abilities to strengthen your mental diskipline. Sarek: Your efforts will no longer be required! Sakkath: That would not be wise. Sarek: It may not be wise but it is necessary. Sarek: Leave me. I wish to speak with Captain Picard. Perrin: Sarek, I ask you to reconsider. Sarek: Obey my wishes. There is nothing to fear. Picard: I hope I've not embarrassed you, Ambassador. Sarek: You seem to forget, Captain, that I am a Vulcan. I am not affected by emotional considerations. Picard: I think you are affected, sir, far more than you realize. Sarek: I am a logical being. Present your arguments. I will listen. Picard: There is an epidemic of violent incidents aboard the Enterprise. As we speak, the situation is worsening. Sarek: And it is your hypothesis that I am the cause of these incidents? Picard: Yes. My Chief Medical Officer has explored all other probable causes. Sarek: I share your concern for your crew. However, you must agree it is not unusual for a starship to encounter unexplained phenomena. Picard: That is correct. Sarek: Therefore, since I can assure you that I am not the cause of your difficulties, the logical course would be to have your doctor to continue her search. Picard: She is. It is also a fact that these incidents began shortly after your arrival. Sarek: Is your entire argument to be based on mere coincidence? Picard: Is it also coincidence that your wife and chief of staff are carefully isolating you? Sarek: Ah. I believe I see the flaw in your logic. You are reacting to their overprotective attitudes towards me. They are both somewhat emotional concerning my age. Picard: Surely Sakkath cannot be influenced by emotion? Sarek: 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! Picard: But you needed his help at the concert. Or is there possibly some other logical explanation for what happened that night? Sarek: What happened? Picard: I saw you crying. Sarek: I do not cry. Picard: I was there I saw the tears. Sarek: You exaggerate, Captain. I recall only one tear. Picard: So you were emotionally affected by the music. Sarek: That is not possible! Picard: You still haven't answered my question, Sarek. Is it logical for a Vulcan to cry? Sarek: 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! Picard: No other logical solutions? But Ambassador, there are always other solutions. You have said so yourself many times. Sarek: What I meant was that Picard: Sarek of Vulcan would never be afraid of looking straight at something he did not want to see. Sarek: I warn you! Your efforts to discredit me will not succeed! Picard: Sarek of Vulcan never confused what he wanted with the truth. Sarek: I will not be spoken to in this manner! Picard: Do I hear anger in your voice? Sarek: It would be illogical for a Vulcan to show anger! It would be illogical! Illogical! Illogical! Illogical! Picard: 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 Mister Worf contact their ambassador? Picard: No. I will present our regrets to the Legarans personally. It is vital that they understand our reasons for canceling these negotiations. Riker: Captain, I think you did the right thing. Picard: But at what cost, Number One? Picard: Come. Perrin? Perrin: I must speak with you, Captain. Riker: I'll be on the Bridge, sir. Picard: How is the Ambassador? Perrin: Resting. I've come to ask you to reconsider your position. Picard: You know that is impossible. Perrin: 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. Picard: He'll never lose that respect. Perrin: Mendrossen and I never wanted to deceive you. My husband's condition came on him so gradually it was so easy 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. Picard: Believe me, it would give me great pleasure, but there is nothing I can do. Perrin: The mission can be saved. But he needs your help to do it. Sarek: A mind-meld? Between the two of us? Do you realize the dangers involved in what you are proposing, Captain? Picard: Yes, I do, Ambassador. But I also realize the potential benefits. Sarek: We would be linked telepathically, sharing our thoughts, becoming in essence one mind. Picard: 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. Sarek: 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 would be able to control them. They would overwhelm you. The mind-meld can be a terrible intimacy. I cannot allow it. Picard: I'm aware of the risks. But it is the only logical solution. Sarek: Your courage honors me, Captain. Crusher: I can't say I approve of this, Jean-Luc. Picard: I didn't expect that you would, Beverly. Crusher: I don't suppose I could talk you out of it? Picard: I'm afraid not, though I do admit to a certain trepidation. Your company is much appreciated. Picard: Come. Sarek: I see that you are ready, Captain. Picard: Doctor Crusher will monitor our responses. Sarek: A sensible precaution. Sarek: My mind to your mind. Your thoughts to my thoughts. Data: Commander, the Legarans are ready to beam aboard. Riker: Very well. Sarek: Number One, please inform the Legaran delegation that Sarek of Vulcan is on his way to welcome them. Riker: Yes, Ambassador. Riker: I take it the mind-meld was a success? Sarek: Yes. All went as planned. Riker: Is Captain Picard all right? Sarek: Don't worry, Number One. Riker: And the Ambassador? Sarek: I am myself again. It has been a long time. Picard: No! It is wrong. It is wrong! A lifetime of diskipline washed away, and in its place bedlam. Bedlam! I am so old. There is nothing left but dry bones and dead friends. Tired, oh so tired. Crusher: It will pass, all of it. Just another hour or so. You're doing fine. Just hold on. Picard: No! This weakness disgusts me! I hate it! Where is my logic? I am betrayed by desires. I want to feel. I want to feel everything. But I am a Vulcan. I must feel nothing. Give me back my control. Crusher: Jean-Luc! Picard: Perrin. Amanda. I wanted to give you so much more. I wanted to show you such tenderness. But that is not our way. Spock, Amanda, did you know? Perrin, can you know how much I love you? I do love you! Picard: Beverly. Crusher: I'm here, Jean-Luc. I'm not going anywhere. Picard: It's quite difficult. The anguish of the man, the despair pouring out of him, all those feelings, the regrets. I can't stop them. Picard: I can't stop them. I can't. I can't. Crusher: Don't even try. First Officer's log, Stardate 43920.7. Ambassador Sarek has successfully concluded the negotiations with the Legarans. The USS Merrimac has arrived and will transport the Ambassador and his party back to Vulcan. Picard: I hope your journey aboard the Merrimac will be uneventful. Sakkath: With the pressures of the conference behind him, I believe I can help maintain his control until we return to Vulcan. Riker: What will happen to him then? Mendrossen: The effects of Bendii Syndrome are irreversible. Medical research is always continuing, of course. Riker: Mister O'Brien, stand by for transport. O'Brien: Aye, sir. Perrin: Thank you, Captain. Picard: He loves you very much. Perrin: I know. I have always known. Sarek: I will take my leave of you now, Captain. I do not think we shall meet again. Picard: I hope you are wrong, Ambassador. Sarek: We shall always retain the best part of the other inside us. Picard: I believe I have the best part of that bargain, Ambassador. Peace and long life. Sarek: Live long and prosper.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 43930.7. The Enterprise has been in attendance at the biennial Trade Agreements Conference on Betazed. For the first time, the Ferengi are present, and I have reluctantly consented to their boarding the Enterprise for the closing reception. Riker: Check and mate. Wesley: Perfect. The queen's gambit finished off with the Aldabren Exchange. Nibor: That is unfair. I couldn't concentrate with all that noise. Wesley: Noise? It's Algolian ceremonial rhythms. Picard: A toast to the success of the trade conference, Reittan. I must admit, I had some doubts when you invited the Ferengi. Grax: They made a profit and behaved themselves. What more could one ask? Still, they trouble me. We Betazeds are uncomfortable with species like the Ferengi whose minds we can't read. Data: Perhaps your telepathic abilities are ineffective owing to the anomalous construction of the Ferengi brain, which is composed of four different Picard: Thank you, Mister Data. It was thoughtful of you to invite Lwaxana Troi to be part of the Betazed delegation. Grax: Yes, Lwaxana and I go way back. Her first husband and I were old friends, and I've known Deanna since she was a child. Picard: I'm sure Counselor Troi appreciates the opportunity to spend time with her mother. Lwaxana: Little One, you could at least pretend you're happy to see me. Troi: Mother, we're among non-telepaths. It's impolite not to speak aloud. Lwaxana: You mean talk with my mouth full? Deanna, please! Lwaxana: All right, you want me to say something aloud? Have you considered if you had stayed on Betazed, you might have been a happier person. Troi: Let's not guess what might have been. I love my work aboard the Enterprise. Lwaxana: Yes, of course you do, but its all business and no play. You've got to enjoy life, relax, like I do. Find yourself the right man, think of your future. Think of my future. Riker: Lwaxana, Deanna. Anything I can do for you? Troi: Could I? Farek: She's as repulsive as the rest of them. Tog: Repulsive? I find her exotic. And what an advantage her telepathy would be in our negotiations. Farek: To read our competitors' minds? Yes, that would be valuable. But she'd never agree to use her powers to help us. Tog: I'm not so sure. Tog: Lwaxana Troi of Betazed, I believe. I am DaiMon Tog of the Ferengi vessel Krayton. May I join you? Lwaxana: I was just going to see Captain Picard. Excuse me. Lwaxana: Oh, Jean-Luc! Jean-Luc! Come have a drink with me. Tell me what you've been up to. Picard: Perhaps later, Lwaxana. Mister Data and I were just about to show Reittan Grax the er, the er, the new door mechanisms on the aft turbolifts. If you'll excuse us? Tog: Lwaxana Troi. I desire you. Lwaxana: What? Tog: You see, your Betazoid skills would be very useful to me, and I find you very attractive. I am willing to pay handsomely for you. Lwaxana: I don't believe this. Tog: You must be aware that every female has her price. Lwaxana: Let's get one thing straight, little man. I am not for sale. And if, by some chance I were to become available, I would rather eat Orion wing-slugs than deal with a toad-faced troll like you! So go away and find someone else to become your property. Tog: As you wish. Farek: Now that you've totally humiliated us, may we return to our vessel? Tog: She is exhilarating, isn't she? Now I want her more than ever. Lwaxana Troi, you will be mine. Troi: Are we at war with the Ferengi yet? Worf: DaiMon Tog has returned to his vessel and the Ferengi have left orbit. Troi: My mother will be relieved. Worf: I hear she handled the situation quite skillfully. An admirable woman. Troi: I'll be sure to tell her you said so. Lwaxana: Come in, Little One. Troi: Mother? Mother, please. Lwaxana: After that awful little Ferengi insulted me, I needed to center myself. Can you imagine that dreadful little creature talking to me like that? Doesn't he realize that I am a daughter of the Fifth House of Betazed. Holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rixx? Troi: The Sacred Chalice of Rixx is an old clay pot with mold growing inside it. Lwaxana: Perhaps one day when you're older and wiser, you'll understand. Come on, sit down. Talk to me. We spend so little time together. Troi: That's true. I'm sorry, and I didn't mean to get so upset with you at the reception. Lwaxana: Deanna, try to understand. You're all I have. My only concern is for your happiness. Troi: I am happy. Why can't you believe that? Lwaxana: I wish I could, but how much happiness is there in always being there for someone else, and never being there for yourself? Troi: I get a great deal of satisfaction out of my work. Lwaxana: I'm sure you do. I'm sure it's very rewarding in its way. What about a family? Troi: This is my family. My friends here on the Enterprise. Lwaxana: All right. In case I have to spell it out for you, I'm talking about finding a husband, having a child. That's what made me happy. At least until now. Troi: Mother, look. Perhaps some day I will marry. But you've got to let me make my own choices, live my own life, and not the life you would choose for me. Lwaxana: You had your chance with Commander Riker. Look how you ruined that. Troi: I did not ruin anything. We've became very good friends. Lwaxana: Well, all the better. You certainly wouldn't want to marry an enemy. I see we can't talk about this. Very well, have it your way, Little One. Troi: Little One? You called me that when I was five. Now stop demeaning me and address me as an adult! Lwaxana: I'll be home on Betazed if you need me, Little. Deanna. Wesley: Adding pre-processors to the neutrino counters boosted efficiency by eleven percent. Of course, Commander La Forge and Commander Data did most of the work. Laforge: Not so fast, Wesley. Pre-processing the data with an optical chip was your idea. Data: That is correct, sir. Although Commander La Forge and I designed the chip, Mister Crusher derived the equation governing its operation. Riker: The point is, you've completed the upgrade well ahead of schedule. Very impressive. Picard: Indeed. Fine work. We shall miss you, Mister Crusher. As you've guessed, final entrance examination scores from Starfleet Academy have arrived. Congratulations. As soon as you have completed the oral exam, you'll be formally admitted. Riker: We'll have you back at Betazed in plenty of time to meet up with the Academy transport ship. Wesley: Thank you, sir. Picard: That'll be all. Number One, a moment. Riker: Yes, Captain? Picard: You'll agree that this is a fairly routine mapping mission? Riker: Yes, sir. Picard: Counselor Troi had the good sense to ask for shore leave. I can see I'm going to have to suggest it to you. Have a good time, Number One. Riker: I think it's around here somewhere. Troi: Maybe it died. It has been a few years. Riker: Muktok live for hundreds of years. Here it is. Troi: It's lovely. I remember that sound, and all the good times we had. Riker: I remember a certain junior officer meeting a very serious psychologist. The best part about being assigned to Betazed. Lwaxana: Oh, this is the perfect spot. Put the food down over there, Mister Homn. Isn't it a beautiful day for a picnic? They'll join us in a minute. No, no, no, no. Here, put the food over there. No, you can go back Troi: Mother, how did you know about this place? Lwaxana: Your father used to bring me here. Sit down. Riker: And you even brought provisions. Very thoughtful. Lwaxana: Here, Will, Deanna. Try an oskoid. They're delicious. That sap running through the veins helps keep it warm. Riker: Very tasty. So tell us, Lwaxana. The last time we met, you were looking for a husband. Did you have any luck? Lwaxana: Alas, no, but what happens to me isn't important. I'm much more concerned about other people getting on with their lives. Troi: Mother. Lwaxana: Mister Homn, I noticed some uttaberries back along the path. Pick some. Lwaxana: Well, Mister Homn and I could go back home if you two would like to be alone. It's such a romantic setting. Troi: Mother, stop it. Lwaxana: Darling, you have been so excitable lately. Have you ever thought of a leave of absence? I could talk to Jean-Luc. Riker: Try the oskoid. Very different. Riker: What the? Tog: For one whose beauty surpasses even these pericules. Riker: DaiMon Tog, I thought the Krayton left orbit hours ago. Tog: It did. But when I tried to get the image of Lwaxana Troi out of my mind, I could not succeed. Lwaxana: This is ludicrous. You mean you came all the way back to Betazed for me? Tog: Why continue to search for perfection once you have found it? Troi: I don't believe this. Lwaxana: Look, Demon Tog, or whatever you call yourself, I am the Daughter of the Fifth House, Holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rixx, heir to the Holy Rings of Betazed. And unless you want to create an interstellar incident, you had better beam back to your ship. Tog: Returning to my ship is exactly what I had in mind. Krayton, transport four immediately. Riker: No, Tog! Riker: Lwaxana? Deanna? Lwaxana: Where are we? Riker: From the smell of things, I'd say we're aboard a Ferengi vessel. Lwaxana: The Ferengi can't do that. You're Starfleet officers. Riker: Tog must have missed that chapter in the Ferengi book of Etiquette. Enterprise? Must be too far out of range. Nibor: DaiMon, they have regained consciousness. Tog: Very good. Lwaxana: I should have known. Even their transporters can't be trusted. Troi: Why have you removed our clothing? Farek: Females do not deserve the honor of clothing. Lwaxana: They're as bad as humans. Look at the leer on his face. Tog: No. His is an expression of revulsion. But it is a feeling that I do not share, Lwaxana. Lwaxana: Well, it's cold in here. Do you want me to become ill? Tog: You must forgive the doctor. He is not accustomed to dealing with Betazoid females. Now, Lwaxana, I have a business proposition for you. Lwaxana: Thanks, but I'm not interested in any of your propositions. Tog: Hear me out. Your telepathic powers could bring us both great profit. Lwaxana: Huh. Why would I want to bring you profit? Farek: In order to keep your daughter alive and healthy, for one. Tog: There's no need for threats. Lwaxana is a sensible female Troi: I don't like the sound of this, mother. Lwaxana: I believe I can control him, Little One. Lwaxana: I'm sure we can talk about this. Just the two of us. Tog: A wise choice. Farek, leave us. And you may rejoin your friend. Troi: Mother, are you sure? Lwaxana: I'll be fine. Tog: And now, Lwaxana Troi, let us talk. Laforge: Fifteen hours from Gamma Erandi, and already the subspace static is playing hell with communications. Wesley: Just what you'd expect from a stellar nursery. Data: Wesley, congratulations on passing your Starfleet written examination. An excellent achievement. Wesley: Thanks, Data. Now if I can just do well on the oral exams. Laforge: Not to worry, you will. And when you return, we'll be gaining the best ensign in the fleet. Data: There is no guarantee that Wesley will be reassigned to the Enterprise. Ninety one per cent of Starfleet graduates are not posted to Galaxy class starships on their first assignment. Wesley: I never thought of that. I always assumed I'd be coming back to the Enterprise. Laforge: I'm sure Captain Picard will request you. That is, if he's still commanding the Enterprise when you graduate. Wesley: I never thought of that, either. I never thought I'd feel this way about leaving you guys and the Enterprise. Data: Is that not a part of the human experience? Growth and change? Wesley: I suppose so, but. Laforge: Listen, Wesley. I felt the same way when I left my family to go to the Academy. But it was one of the best times of my life. You're going to meet new friends and have adventures that you can't even imagine yet. Wesley: I hope you're right, Geordi. Lwaxana: Little One, Tog's given me something perfectly hideous to wear. He says it flatters my beauty. Troi: So far, Mother's in no danger. I hope she knows what she's doing. Riker: Well, she's bought us some time. Let's make the most of it. I wouldn't do that. Nibor: I don't need your help. Riker: The hell you don't. You're two moves away from being mated. See, you should have listened to me. Now you've only got one possible escape. That wasn't it. Riker: You should've moved the bishop. Nibor: Ridiculous! The bishop was pinned. Riker: Don't listen to me. Forget the fact that I beat you in thirty moves. Nibor: Pure luck. Riker: I was being polite. I could've won in twenty moves. Nibor: Then prove it. Pawn to queen four, King's level. Riker: Pawn to king's bishop three, Queen's level. Lwaxana: I must admit, when you first approached me aboard the Enterprise, I was intrigued. Tog: You mean revolted. Lwaxana: Perhaps a little. Do you forgive me? Tog: Yes. With your powers we could be a formidable team. Lwaxana: My, you have great strength in your hands. Tog: And you like that? Lwaxana: I have always admired strong males. Tog: You are beautiful. It is impossible for me to resist you. Lwaxana: Then don't. Data: Initial scans of ionization patterns complete, sir. Now correlating sensor readings. Picard: It's almost incomprehensible, the amount of energy being expended. Data: Actually, it is five point three four times ten to the forty first watts, sir. Well within the norm for this type of phenomena. Picard: Yes, yes, yes. Perhaps, Data, but that takes away none of the wonder. Nibor: Check. Riker: I'm sick of this game. Nibor: Of course, now that you're losing. Riker: Who's losing? I'm just tired of standing up. Nibor: You can't resign now. Riker: It's hard to play from in here. I can't even see the whole board. Nibor: Ah, then you'll finish the game if I let you out of the cell? Riker: I might. Nibor: Clever, human, but I'm not that foolish. Riker: What, do you think I'm going to try to escape? What would that get me? You've already got her. Besides, where would I go? Nibor: I do not trust you. Riker: Fine. Thanks for the game. Nibor: Come out here. Now save your rook, if you can. Lwaxana: And that was my first husband. Not much of a conversationalist, but what a lover. Well, then I met Zarn Tog: I do not want to hear about your other romances. It makes me jealous. Lwaxana: My, my. What big ears you have. Has anyone ever told you how attractive they are? Tog: Some females think they are my best feature. No one has ever given me oo-mox like this before. Lwaxana: Oo-mox? Tog: There is no translation. But the ear is one of our most erogenous zones. Riker: Those Ferengi have iron jaws. Lwaxana: Little One, if Tog were a kitten, he'd be purring. Troi: Good work, Mother. According to Mother, DaiMon Tog is extremely relaxd at the moment. Riker: Tell Lwaxana to keep him relaxd while we call the cavalry. Computer: Access to communications denied. All transmissions to be authorized by DaiMon Tog. Troi: Let's see just how relaxd DaiMon Tog is. Troi: Mother, we're out of the cell and we're trying to contact the Enterprise, but we can't do it without Tog's access code. Do you think you could manage to Lwaxana: Say no more, Little One. Tog: Lwaxana, you and I are going to make such a wonderful team. With your telepathy and my cunning, I foresee Lwaxana: A very profitable future. Worf: Subspace interference is subsiding, sir. Communications have been restored. Picard: Good. Contact Commander Riker on Betazed. Worf: Message coming in from Betazed, sir. Priority One. Picard: On screen. Grax: Captain Picard, at last. We have been trying to reach you for two days. Picard: Our communications have been blocked by the nebula, Reittan. Is there a problem? Grax: I'm afraid so, Captain. Lwaxana, Deanna and Commander Riker have disappeared. Tog: I knew I wanted you the moment I saw you. You have fulfillled all my expectations. Lwaxana: How sweet. Tog: Farek thought it was a bad idea, but I knew better. Lwaxana: How clever. Tog: I knew best. I always know best. Lwaxana: How repugnant. Tog: What? Lwaxana: I said, how romantic. I can't resist a man who knows what he wants and goes after it. Tog: That's me. That's why I'm DaiMon of this ship. I take charge of every situation. More to the left, woman. Lwaxana: Whatever you say. My darling, would you care for something to drink? Tog: You're so attentive. Lwaxana: Does your food synthesizer know how to make an Arcturian Fizz? Tog: I don't think so. Lwaxana: They have certain pleasure-enhancing qualities. Tog: Mmm Lwaxana: Let me teach your computer how to make one. I'll need your access code. Tog: Yes, my beloved. Computer, access code kayee yooree dahtayee Farek: Tog! Be silent! I knew you were not to be trusted. Lwaxana: Doctor Farek! I was going to make DaiMon Tog a drink. Farek: Save your lies for this fool. Lwaxana: Oh please, don't listen to him. Don't. No, he's misunderstood me. Farek: No, Tog. You have misunderstood. You have been tricked by a sly female who finds you repulsive. Tog: She was only trying to serve me a drink. Farek: You almost gave her complete access to the ship's computer. A security breach severe enough to cost you your command.! It's time you took my advice. Let me study her. Tog: Study her? Your mind probes could kill her. Farek: You brought her aboard for her telepathic powers. If I can determine what neural configuration gives her those powers, I may be able to duplicate them. We could still profit from this. Tog: I don't know. Farek: A true DaiMon would not be blinded by lust. Give her to me, or I may be forced to report your transgressions. Tog: Very well. Take her. Worf: When you have finished here, survey in that direction. Crewwoman: Aye, sir. Grax: I wish I had some answers for you, Lieutenant Worf. Worf: Mister Homn was no help? Grax: None. He last saw them as he was leaving this clearing. When he returned, all three of them were gone. Data: Lieutenant Foley discovered this in the pond. The species is Zan Periculi. It is not indigenous to Betazed, but to Lappa Four. A Ferengi world. Picard: Now we now have a reasonable hypothesis as to whom. Worf: The difficult question is where. Laforge: The Ferengi ship is almost as fast as the Enterprise. She could be anywhere by now. Picard: Commander Riker will assume that we'll be searching for them. He'll find some way to send us a message. Mister Worf, I want continual monitoring of Ferengi subspace frequencies. Mister La Forge, can you extend our sensor range? Laforge: If I narrow the band and tie in long range sensors to the subspace scanners, I can boost the gain. Picard: Make it so. Data: Do you wish to leave orbit, sir? Picard: Not until we have someplace to go. Riker: I've done everything I know how. It's no use. Without Tog's security code, I can't get near their communication system. Troi: We're running out of time. Farek's about to begin the neural scan on Mother. Riker: Maybe I'm going about this in the wrong way. If I pick a minor subsystem, something non-essential. Like this. Warp field phase adjustment. All this does is suppress the subspace interference generated by the warp engines. Troi: Meaning what? Riker: Meaning if I set up a simple oscillation, I can send out a signal. The trick is to create a message that the Enterprise will understand but that the Ferengi will think is just normal subspace static. What's wrong? Troi: Mother. Will, we have to help her. Laforge: Thanks for your help, Wes, but you'd better get aboard the Bradbury. They were ready to break orbit an hour ago. Wesley: Soon as I'm sure this works. Laforge: Initiating scans now, Captain. Picard: Can you locate the Krayton? Data: Ferengi transmissions are routinely scrambled and encoded, sir. Without breaking the code, we will be unable to identify any specific Ferengi vessel. Laforge: Ferengi codes are damn near impossible to break. Picard: Gentlemen, I have the utmost confidence in your ability to perform the impossible. Worf: Captain, the Bradbury is hailing us. They can no longer delay their departure. Picard: Mister Crusher. Now. No lengthy farewells. Good luck. Wesley: Thank you, sir. Data: The repetitive nature of the subcarrier pattern would imply a modified Wesley: Deck six. Crusher: Wesley? Crusher: Take care. Wesley: You too, Mom. Crusher: Something the matter? Wesley: We've been scanning Ferengi transmissions, trying to find the Krayton. One of the signals was, I don't know, familiar somehow. Crusher: Something in the message? Wesley: No, the message was scrambled. It was the static! Crusher: Where are you going? Worf: Captain. The Bradbury has informed us they can wait no longer for Mister Crusher to come aboard. Picard: Wesley. Wesley: Captain, I think there's a pattern to the subspace interference I heard on one of the Ferengi messages. Picard: Wesley, unless you leave immediately, you're going to miss the Bradbury. Wesley: The interference itself could be a message. If I could just hear a replay of the subspace scans. Picard: Signal the Bradbury they may leave. Play back the Ferengi transmissions. Wesley: Wait. Repeat that one. Put it on a continuous replay. Hear that popping noise? Data, can you filter out everything but that sound? Laforge: That's Cochrane distortion. A fluctuation in the phase of the subspace field. All warp engines generate that kind of interference. Wesley: But listen to the pattern. It's the Algolian ceremonial rhythm that the musician played at the reception. Data: Mister Crusher is correct, sir. There is a temporal correlation. Picard: Then it is a signal from Commander Riker. Ingenious. He selected a signal we'd recognize but one the Ferengi would dismiss as static. Worf: Signal source located, Captain. Picard: Plot an intercept course. Wesley: Course plotted and laid in, sir. Picard: Well done, Mister Crusher. Warp eight. Wesley: Aye, sir. Picard: Engage. Riker: Get away from her. Farek: What are you doing? br> Tog: Stand off, Commander. Lwaxana: DaiMon Tog, can't we strike a bargain? All I'm concerned about is my daughter's safety. What happens to me isn't important. Tog: What are you suggesting? Lwaxana: Let me be candid, DaiMon Tog. Deanna's of no use to you. She's only half Betazoid. And if you keep Riker, Starfleet will never stop chasing for you. Release them. Release them and I will stay with you willingly. I'll even use my telepathy to aid you in your negotiations. Tog: A tempting offer. I would like to believe you. Lwaxana: The offer is genuine. I give you my word as a Daughter of the Fifth House of Betazed. Riker: Lwaxana, don't. Lwaxana: I've made up my mind. Riker: I can't let you do this. Lwaxana: William, I am a grown woman. I can make my own decisions. Troi: Mother, we can't just leave you here. Lwaxana: Yes, you can, and before he changes his mind. Lwaxana: Please, Little One, do this for me. Just this once. Do we have an agreement? Tog: I give you my word. I will release your daughter and the Commander. Ferengi: DaiMon. A Federation ship approaching at high warp. Farek: The Enterprise has found us Tog: Slow to impulse. Raise shields. Inform the Enterprise that two of our guests are ready to return. The other will be staying with us, at her own request. Farek: I must protest, DaiMon. Tog: Lwaxana has given her word. Lwaxana: Oo-mox is only the beginning. Picard: Are you both all right? Riker: None the worse for wear. Troi: My mother bought our freedom, Captain. She doesn't want to stay with Tog. Picard: Hail the Krayton. Worf: Frequencies open. DaiMon Tog responding. Picard: On screen. Tog: Captain Picard, so good of you to meet us. We were on our way to Betazed to return our guests. Picard: Of course you were, DaiMon. But you're still holding Lwaxana Troi. Lwaxana: When will you get it through your thick head that it's over between us, Jean-Luc? Troi: I think I know what she's doing. You have to fight to get her back, Captain. Worf: Open. Picard: Er, er. It's not over between us, Lwaxana. You're mine and I will not let you go. I insist you return to my side immediately. Lwaxana: You mean, you still care? Picard: My love is a fever, longing still for that which longer nurseth the disease. Lwaxana: Tell me more. Picard: In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes, for they in thee a thousand errors see. But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise, who in despite of view are please'd to dote. Shall I compare the to a summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Tog: You didn't tell me that you and Captain Picard were Lwaxana: You said you didn't want to hear about my other romances. I have a new love, Jean-Luc. Tog: Killing? Lwaxana: Oh, he's insanely jealous. Picard: Listen, Tog, I must possesses Lwaxana. And if that means destroying your ship in the process, so be it. Tog: Captain, I had no idea Lwaxana was Lwaxana: Don't let him threaten you. You can defeat him. The only way you'll ever get me back is over Tog's dead body! Picard: That can be arranged. Mister Worf, arm phaser banks and photon torpedoes. If Lwaxana Troi is not in my arms in ten seconds, throw everything you've got at the Krayton. Tog: But you will destroy Lwaxana! Picard: When I have plucked the rose, I cannot give it vital growth again. It needs must wither. Nine, eight. 'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. Seven, six Tog: No, wait. Picard: Five, four Tog: Beam her to their Bridge, now! Picard: Two, one Lwaxana: You wonderfully jealous fool, you. Tog: Captain, I trust there will be no further action taken against us? Picard: Such as my reporting this incident to your superiors who may question your competency as DaiMon? I will think about it. Screen off. Lwaxana: Thank you, Jean-Luc. You were most convincing. You certainly convinced me. Picard: I am truly grateful, Mrs. Troi, that you risked your life to save my people. I'll have you home within a few hours. Lwaxana: Oh, no, no, no, no, that won't be necessary. I'd just love to hear more of your poetry. Picard: Perhaps another time. (finally manages to stand up. Please. Mister Crusher, set course for Betazed. Warp nine.

Scene: Captain's Log, Stardate 43957.2. We are charting an unexplored star system within the Zeta Gelis cluster. This routine assignment has made for a refreshingly quiet time aboard the Enterprise. Laforge: That's her. Worf: Which one? Laforge: The one on the right. Don't stare. Worf: Why not? Laforge: Because she'll see. Worf: Good. You must let her see the fire in your eyes. Laforge: But what would I say? Worf: Words come later. It is the scent that first speaks of love. Laforge: Thanks, Worf. That helps a lot. Christi: Hi, Geordi. Laforge: Hi. Christi: So, how have you been? Laforge: Good. I, er. Christi: How are things down in Engineering? Laforge: Fine. They, they've been fine. Christi: Well, I'll see you around. Worf: I have much to teach you about women. Riker: Mister La Forge, report to Transporter room three. Laforge: What's this all about, Commander? Riker: Sensors have discovered a small one-man spaceship crashed on the planet. Crusher: We're picked up life-signs, humanoid, very faint and fading. Data: Radiation levels within acceptable limits. Laforge: We can beam him out from under there, get him right up to Sickbay. Crusher: He's not stable enough for transport. There's damage to his brain stem, autonomic functions are failing. His heart needs active neurofeedback. It can't regulate itself. I need a volunteer. Laforge: Right here. Crusher: I'm going to hook your nervous systems to the tricorder. Your brain will regulate both systems. That should stabilize him long enough to get him up to the ship. Crusher: Take deep, regular breaths. If anything goes wrong I'll break the connection. Laforge: Okay. Crusher: Geordi! Laforge: I'm fine. No problem. Crusher: Transporter room, three to beam directly to Sickbay. Crusher: Autonomic responses are still low. Begin cardiostimulation. Sixty cc's of inaprovaline. Massive infection is setting in. Use the protodynoplaser to stabilize his immune system. We need to design a virus that can infiltrate his cell structure and boost his ATP production. Temple: What about Commander La Forge. He's waiting in the diagnostic center. Crusher: I need you to give him a full bioscan. See if there's any residual effect from that energy discharge during the neurolink. Keep his arm in cryogenic stasis until the vital signs are strong enough to begin surgical procedures. Riker: From the size and shape of the wreckage, it appeared to be some kind of escape pod. Their control system was badly damaged, which is probably what caused the crash. Picard: An escape pod? Then he couldn't have traveled very far. Mister Data, are there any other signs of ships in this area? Data: I am picking up a scattering of debris in extended orbit around the planet. It reads as refined metals and other synthetic compounds. Picard: The remains of a larger vessel. He must have left in the pod before the ship was destroyed. Worf: Sensors show trace elements in the debris that would indicate phaser fire was recently exchanged. Picard: Were you able to salvage anything else from the escape pod? Riker: This is all that was left from their computer system. Picard: Mister Data, can you access it? Data: It will take time, sir. Downloading this into our system will require fabrication of a matrix translator to emulate the alien's computer system. Picard: Keep me apprised of your progress. Data: Aye, sir. Temple: Limb re-fusion appears to be successful, Doctor. Tissue oxygenation is within norms. Crusher: That's all we can do for now. We won't be able to test neuromuscular function for a few days. Crusher: Ah, Geordi. Laforge: Can I go now, Doc? Crusher: No need to keep you here. Your bioscan came out negative. Laforge: Could've told you that. I feel great. Picard: How's your patient? Crusher: I never thought he'd make it this far. There was major trauma to his head and chest cavity, massive plasma loss, and severe damage to most of his organs. Picard: What are his chances? Crusher: I believe he's going to live. I'm afraid I can't take the credit for it, though. His body seems to have amazing recuperative powers. The damaged tissue seems to be repairing itself at a phenomenal rate. There's one thing that troubles me though. Picard: What's that? Crusher: Take a look at this. Picard: Cell regeneration? Crusher: Yes. The thing is, it has nothing to do with the injuries. These are undamaged cells that seem to be mutating. Picard: Do you have a theory as to the cause? Crusher: No. I've never seen anything like it in my life. There is a possibility that it's part of his natural healing process. I hope it is, because there's nothing I can do to stop it. Laforge: I'm telling you Data, there's got to be some way to decode the information in this thing. Data: I agree Geordi. But the data matrix within the capsule does not correspond to any standard format. All we have been able to determine is that the device contains a chemically based system for molecular energy encoding. Laforge: Yeah, and the computer still can't analyze the specific chemical elements involved. It's got to be part of the data processing system. What if it's a feedback loop controller? Data: The compact shape does suggest a rapid chemical processing and storage capacity. Laforge: We found it near the escape pod's instrumentation assemblage. This capsule might process the ship's dynamic motions and augment its manual control inputs. We could send it a few test signals, make it think the entire assemblage was awake and operating. Data: An intriguing experiment. The capsule might provide us with information without the need to decode the storage medium itself. Perhaps we should examine your theory immediately. Worf: Less talk, more synthahol. We came here to relax. Laforge: I am relaxd. In fact, I've never felt better. But you know, Worf, you're right. The storage capsule can wait awhile. Laforge: Christi, you're not leaving, are you? Christi: I was just on my way down to the arboretum. Laforge: Would you care for some company? Christi: I'd love some, but I didn't think you were interested in that kind of thing. Laforge: There are a lot of things you don't know about me. Worf: I've been tutoring him. He learns very quickly. Medical Log, Stardate 43958.8. I have removed patient John Doe from the emergency bio-support unit. In just thirty six hours, most of his major organ systems have regenerated themselves to the point where they can now function on their own. John: I am alive? Crusher: You certainly are. John: Thank you for my life. Tell me, who am I? Picard: Captain's log, stardate 43960.6. Our mission to map the Zeta Gelis star cluster is proceeding on schedule. Meanwhile, Doctor Crusher reports that the recovery of the patient she has named John Doe continues at a remarkable pace. Crusher: Are you experiencing any discomfort? John: None. I can feel the life returning to my body. Crusher: Your neurofiber waves are functioning almost normally again. That puts you about six weeks ahead of my original schedule. John: That should give you and your colleagues something to talk about. Crusher: You are all we've talked about since your arrival. John: I believe I'm ready for the next phase of my treatment. Crusher: You are right. It is time you stopped taking up valuable bed space. Now these motor-assist bands will provide you with electrical stimulation for your arms and legs. They will help you re-learn how to control your muscles again. But remember, you've been off your feet for almost a month, so don't be disappointed if at first your mobility is restricted. Your limbs are still weak. John: I appreciate your concern, Doctor, but I think I may surprise you again. I feel strong enough to fly. Crusher: Whoops. John: Perhaps I should concentrate on walking first. Crusher: Let's try again, a little more slowly this time. John: Much more slowly. John: I envy your reflexes, Captain. Picard: I envy your strength of will. Doctor Crusher has been keeping me informed of your progress. It's quite extraordinary. John: I have an extraordinary doctor. She gave me back my life. I hope that I am worthy of her efforts. Picard: Are you still unable to recall anything about your past? John: Unfortunately, Captain, my memories begin the moment I woke up in Sickbay. Doctor Crusher told me you think I was in some kind of battle. Picard: I'm quite sure of that. Have you any idea how you came to be in that escape pod, or what happened to the ship? John: No. Believe me, Captain, it's a horrible feeling not knowing who you are or where you're from. Picard: Have you tried synaptic induction? Crusher: His neural nets don't conform to any known patterns. Conventional neurotherapy has proven ineffective. Hopefully, in time, his memory pathways will reestablish themselves naturally. Crusher: That same pain? John: Yes. I think I've made enough progress for one day. Picard: Not a relapse I hope. Crusher: This is nothing to do with his previous wounds. I think this has something to do with the continuing mutation of his cell structure. Picard: You still have no theory as to what's causing it? Crusher: It doesn't make any sense. John: I seem to be a mystery, Doctor. To you and to myself. Christi: Well, this is where I get off. See you tonight in Ten Forward? Laforge: Yeah, I'll be there. Christi: Hello, Commander. Riker: Miss Henshaw. Riker: Bridge. Laforge: Deck six. Riker: So, you and Miss Henshaw have been seeing a lot of each other. Laforge: Every night this week. Riker: Is that all? I thought you'd been walking around with that smile on your face a lot longer than that. Laforge: I guess I have. This whole last month or so everything seems to be going my way. I don't know what it is, but something sure has changed around here. Riker: The only thing that's changed is you. Laforge: Me? I'm the same old guy I always was. Riker: If you say so. I don't remember the old Geordi having that much success with Miss Christi Henshaw. Laforge: Well, maybe I am a little bit more confident than I used to be. Crusher: What happened to you? O'Brien: I was kayaking in the holodeck again. Crusher: You dislocated your shoulder. Sit down, I'll get the osteotractor frame. Wesley: Hi mom. We still on for dinner tonight? Crusher: Seven thirty sharp. I'll be right back. Wesley: Kayaking again? O'Brien: Yeah. Wesley: How's my mom's favorite patient? John: Judge for yourself. Wesley: Not bad. John: Your mom promised me a tour of the ship tomorrow. You may find this hard to believe, but Sickbay can be an incredibly boring place to be. O'Brien: Hey, Doc! I'm dying here. John: Don't worry my friend. You'll be alright. O'Brien: The pain's gone. Crusher: It's completely healed. I don't understand. What did you do? John: I don't know. It was instinct. I just touched him. Crusher: I've run every test and scan on him that I can think of, and yet there's no physiological evidence to indicate that he would possess such powers. But then, there's so much about John that's a mystery. Wesley: You know, I really like him. Crusher: He does have a certain charm doesn't he? The entire medical staff has commented on it. Wesley: You seem a little taken with him yourself. Crusher: He has a strength and serenity that I find very attractive. And yet he's vulnerable. I guess I find him intriguing. Wesley: Seems like there's a little more to it than that. Crusher: Is this your way of asking me if I'm getting romantically involved with him? Wesley: You said it, I didn't. Crusher: My feelings toward him aren't romantic exactly. I mean, I know that the doctor-patient relationship can sometimes create a false sense of intimacy, but this is different. There's an almost spiritual connection. I guess I'm not making any sense, am I? Wesley: I think I understand. Laforge: Data, I was thinking about the storage capsule last night and I was wondering, what if we've been going about this thing the wrong way? We've been trying to analyze its mechanical properties. What if it is a biochemical storage medium? Data: Are you suggesting that it employs memory RNA like an organic cell? Laforge: Well, it does contain quantities of nucleic acids. Data: Perhaps the information sequences are encoded in the molecular patterns themselves. Laforge: Computer, scan the storage capsule. Analyze molecular sequences on nucleic acid chains. Laforge: Well. what do you know. A navigational chart. Data: It appears that your hypothesis was correct, Geordi. Laforge: I knew it. Captain? Picard: Found something? Data: We have determined that the storage cube from John Doe's escape pod contains navigational information. Picard: Can you match these stars to our charts? Data: Computer, run transformational matrix calculations. Match navigational referents to known stars in this sector. Computer: Information on this sector is incomplete. No correlation. Laforge: I'm not giving up yet. Not after coming so close to cracking this thing. You know, that might be flight path information from John's ship, but without a frame of reference, I can't determine its origin points. Data: Computer, assume those paths are course corrections and derive gravitational values for stellar objects near those flight paths. Data: Most of these are ordinary G-type stars. This would appear to be a neutron star, possibly a pulsar. Laforge: Which means that this might be a rotational time reference. Data: Computer, assume these symbols are pulsars. Translate associated values into standard temporal notations. Computer, is there a pulsar with a rotational period of one point five two four four seconds within sensor range? Computer: Affirmative. Laforge: Bingo! Now, Computer, overlay navigational chart using referenced pulsars and project a flight path back to it's origin. Computer: Flight path originated at bearing zero zero three, mark zero one five. Distance, two point three parsecs. Laforge: That's it, Captain. That's where John Doe came from. Data: That bearing is almost directly along our planned course, sir. Picard: Good. Then we can continue our mission without significant interruption. John: Home? Picard: Yes. Using the information we found in your escape pod, we may be able to return you to your people. John: I cannot go back. Picard: Why is that? John: You must not take me home, Captain. Crusher: John, your memory, has it returned? John: All I know is that we came out here to escape. Picard: Escape? Crusher: There were others with you? John: Yes, I was not alone. But what happened to the others, or what we were escaping from, I cannot remember. But I do know you must not take me back. Not yet. Picard: We will not arrive in your star system for at least three weeks. That will give us plenty of time to discuss this further. Crusher: Hopefully, by then you will have regained more of your memory. John: You're right, of course, Captain. I apologize for my outburst. Picard: It's understandable. John: This ship is astounding. It seems to stretch on without end. Crusher: We can see the rest of it some other time. This is your first day out of Sickbay and I don't want you to overexert yourself. John: This looks like an ideal place to rest. Crusher: My thoughts exactly. John: Truly remarkable. Crusher: What is? John: These people. They're all so different from one another yet they work together freely. Crusher: That surprises you? John: It is new to me. My people are different somehow. If only I could remember. Yesterday, for one terrifying moment, there was clarity. Crusher: You mean the energy pulse? John: Yes. For that moment my purpose seemed clear, and then it was gone. Crusher: The pain, the energy pulse, must be linked to the cell mutation in the body. I wish I could help you find the truth. John: Beverly, you've done so much for me. I only wish there was some way I could repay you. Crusher: But you have. The friendship we've developed has made me very happy. John: The rapport that exists between us also means a great deal to me. But I am on some kind of journey. Whatever brought me here, whatever is happening to my body, is all part of that journey. And I must complete it before any other consideration. Worf: Sir, I am reading a vessel on long range scanners. It is coming from sector nine five six nine. Picard: What configuration? Worf: Impossible to identify at this distance. However, it is on an intercept course. Data: Captain, the ship is traveling at warp nine point seven two. Riker: Warp nine point seven two? Picard: Time to intercept? Data: At present course and speed, ten hours fifty three minutes. Picard: Try and hail them, Mister Worf. Worf: No response, Captain. Picard: Keep monitoring their approach. Repeat the hail every half an hour. Worf: Aye, sir. Riker: Whoever they are, they're in a big hurry to get here. Temple: Doctor Crusher, medical emergency, room four. John: I can't make it stop. Crusher: John, tell me. Is it worse than before? John: Much worse. Temple: Should I get something for the pain? Crusher: No. The readings are fluctuating too wildly. Besides, it wouldn't do any good. His entire cell structure is transforming. John: I have to leave, Beverly. Crusher: John, where do you have to go? John: I must get off this ship. Crusher: That's impossible. Not in your condition. John: I must! Crusher: Security. Laforge: Okay, let's realign the magnetic inducer on the starboard nacelle. Crusher: John! Worf: Leave the control booth immediately! Crusher: John, listen to me. You must come down. I'll try to help you. Worf: Step away from the controls. John: Get back. Please, stay away. Worf: I have no wish to harm you, but you must return to Sickbay immediately. John: No. Do not come any closer. I cannot control over what is happening to me. Crusher: His neck is broken. No life signs. Sickbay, form a resuscitation team. I have a code seven in shuttlebay two. Transporter room, stand by. Security: Hold it. Crusher: No, don't. Crusher: Hold still. Laforge: Doc. Crusher: I can't believe it. There's no trace of injury. Picard: You admit you were trying to steal a shuttlecraft. John: Yes. Picard: So I ask you again, why? John: I don't know. Picard: Unacceptable. You had a reason. I want to know what it was. Damn it, you nearly killed a member of my crew. Crusher: And healed him. Picard: I'm not forgetting that. That's the reason he's here and not in the brig. John: I warned him. I told him it was dangerous. Picard: Why? Why was it dangerous? What is happening to you? John: I don't know. Crusher: The rate of metamorphosis is accelerating. It's almost as if your body were generating an electrical field that's warping the tissue. Picard: Who are you? What are you? John: I'm afraid. For myself. For all of you. I have to get away. Isolate myself. Whatever is happening to me, it's dangerous. Picard: As Lieutenant Worf discovered. John: I don't want to hurt anyone. Captain, for the sake of your crew, let me go before this happens again. Crusher: John, I don't believe you're capable of harming any Data: Captain, the alien vessel is coming within weapons range. Its shields are up. Picard: I'm on my way. I want him kept under constant surveillance. Laforge: John, I really want to thank you. John: For what? Laforge: I don't know how, or even why, but down on the planet you gave me something. A new confidence. John: I doubt I can take credit for that. Perhaps I only helped you find something you already had. Data: Captain, on screen. Alien vessel approaching at half impulse, sir. Heading zero five one mark one one four. Picard: Raise shields. Slow to one third impulse power. Bring us to one zero three mark zero two five. Mister Worf, hail the alien vessel. Worf: They continue to ignore our hails, sir. Data: They are scanning us, Captain. Worf: They are answering our hail, Captain. Picard: On screen. John: Sunad. Picard: You know him? John: Yes. I don't know how, but he's dangerous. Sunad: I am Commander Sunad of Zalkon. You are trespassing into our space and you are holding a Zalkonian citizen. Picard: I'm Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the United Federation of Planets. We do not intend transgression of Sunad: You will return him to us immediately. Picard: Sunad, this individual is a guest aboard our ship. We found him dying in a shipwreck. We returned him to health. Sunad: Then you aided a criminal. He is one of four escaped prisoners. We eliminated the other three. We thought this one dead as well. Return him so we may complete our task. Picard: Of what is he accused? Sunad: He is a disruptive influence. He spreads lies. He encourages dissent. He disturbs the natural order of our society. Picard: In what way? Sunad: It is not your concern. I will give you two hours to comply. Riker: Tactical analysis. Worf: The Zalkonian ship has a formidable armament. Their weaponry is comparable to ours. Laforge: They're as fast and probably just as maneuverable. Picard: Counselor, do they mean to carry out their threat? Troi: I believe so. Sunad's hatred for John was evident but there's something else. The Zalkonians are afraid of John. Picard: Commander Riker, Counselor, Doctor. John, I want you to join us. Mister Data, you have the Bridge. Mister Worf stay at Tactical. Counter any moves the Zalkonian makes. Worf: Aye, sir. John: I can neither confirm nor deny what the Zalkonians told you. Picard: They make serious accusations against you. John: Their accusations may be true. I don't know. I don't believe that I am a criminal. Picard: You understand the difficult position in which I'm placed. John: Completely, and I refuse to place your ship in danger. If necessary, I will surrender to them. But I am convinced there's more at stake here than my life. There's something important I must complete. My survival is vital. If I could explain it, I would. Picard: I'll inform you of my decision shortly. Crusher: Captain, you can't seriously be considering Picard: We must consider all options, Doctor, and not let our personal feelings impede our judgment. Crusher: You're going to tell me it's irrelevant that we'd be sending him to his death. Picard: Whether we approve of the Zalkonians' intentions is not the issue. But for what it's worth, I believe John is correct that his existence has broader ramifications than that of a simple criminal. Troi: Sunad thinks so. He feels personally threatened by John. Crusher: Sunad called John a disruptive influence. That's hardly a capital offense. Picard: It's not up to us to judge their laws, Doctor. Riker: I know how I would feel if the situation were reversed, if they were in our territory holding a Federation citizen. Troi: The Zalkonians truly don't understand our indecision about returning John. In their eyes, we shouldn't even be involved. Crusher: But we are involved. I saved his life. For what? So that they could chase him down and take away that life away? Sunad: Picard, we will not tolerate more delays. Picard: Commander, let me remind you we are on a mission of exploration. Our purpose is to establish peaceful relations with the civilizations we encounter. Sunad: We do not want relations with you. Picard: If that is your wish, we will respect it. Sunad: We simply want you to leave Zalkonian space as soon as you return the criminal. Picard: Commander, we will leave. It is not our policy to intervene in the affairs of other cultures. But before I return the survivor to you, I would appreciate a more detailed explanation of what he has done to merit a death sentence. Sunad: As I said. it is not your concern. Picard: Agreed. However, there are circumstances of which you may be unaware. The survivor has suffered a memory loss. He's therefore ill-equipped to defend himself against your accusations. Sunad: There is no defense. Our judgment is final. Picard: There's something else. Since his recovery, he's manifested unusual abilities. Sunad: What kind of abilities? Picard: He apparently has the power to heal injuries with a simple touch. Sunad: Lies. Picard: And even to reverse death itself. Sunad: Obviously he has corrupted you as well. I see I am wasting my time. Crusher: I can't breathe. John: It's come back to me, Beverly. I know who I am. What I am. Sunad: Ready all weapons. John: You will no longer harm these people, Sunad. Sunad: Fire upon that ship. John: Do not be afraid. I won't hurt you. Sunad: Kill him, Captain. He's evil. John: You could learn from these people, Sunad. They do not fear me. Sunad: They don't know how dangerous you are, you and the others like you. John: That is what you and the other leaders have maintained for generations, but it is not true. Captain, my species is on the verge of a wondrous evolutionary change. A transmutation beyond our physical being. I am the first of my kind to approach this metamorphosis. They tried to convince us it was a sickness we would never survive, that the pain and energy pulses would kill us. They claimed we were dangerous so they destroyed anyone who exhibited the signs of the transfiguration. Sunad: We were protecting our society. John: By murdering us? You saw the mutations as a threat to your authority. You were terrified of something you couldn't understand. Some suspected that what was happening to them was not evil. Four of us decided to flee Zalkon and let the metamorphosis take its course. You hunted us down, killed the others, but I survived with the help of a kind and generous people. John: There is nothing to fear. You can join me. All Zalkonians can. Let me show you. Sunad: Don't touch me! John: As you wish. But others will listen now that you can no longer prevent me from telling them the truth. Those who are willing will follow me. Worf: Sunad is back aboard the Zalkonian vessel, Captain. John: My people are about to embark upon a new realm, a new plane of existence, thanks to you. Picard: It is our mission to seek out life in all forms. We are privileged to have been present at the emergence of a new species. John: Beverly, you gave me life and more. I do not have the words for my gratitude nor my sorrow at leaving you.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43989.1. The Enterprise has arrived at Jouret Four in response to a distress signal from one of the Federation's outermost colonies. Riker: Anything from the surface? Worf: No sir. There have been no communications from the colony for over twelve hours. Riker: Sensors picking up any signs of life? Worf: None. O'Brien: The surface environment is safe for transport, Commander. Riker: Mister O'Brien Riker: Verify these are accurate coordinates for New Providence colony. O'Brien: Coordinates verified, sir. O'Brien: You're at the center of town. Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 43992.6. Admiral Hanson and Lieutenant Commander Shelby of Starfleet Tactical have arrived to review the disappearance of New Providence colony. No sign remains of the nine hundred inhabitants. Hanson: The truth is, hell, we are not ready. We've known they were coming for over a year. We've thrown every resource we have into this, but still Riker: Then you're convinced it is the Borg? Shelby: That's what I'm here to find out. The initial descriptions of these surface conditions are almost identical to your reports from system J two five. Picard: Commander Riker wrote those reports. He agrees with you. Hanson: Commander Shelby took over Borg tactical analysis six months ago. I've learned to give her a wide latitude when I want to get things done. That's how I intend to operate here. Shelby: My priority has been to develop some kind, any kind of defense strategy Riker: Obviously nothing we have now can stop them. Shelby: We've been designing new weapons but they're all still on the drawing board. Hanson: We expected much more lead time. Your encounter with the Borg was over seven thousand light years away. Picard: If this is the Borg, it would indicate they have a source of power far superior to our own. Shelby: I'd like to see the colony site as soon as possible, Captain. Riker: It'll be dark there in thirty minutes. We've scheduled an away team for dawn. Picard: Number One, why don't you show the Commander to her quarters? Riker: It's our poker night, Admiral. There's always an open seat for you. Hanson: Another time, Commander. Your captain and I have a lot to cover. But rumor has it Commander Shelby's played a hand or two. Hanson: Keep your eye on her, Jean Luc. She's one very impressive young lady. Picard: You seem rather taken with her, JP. Hanson: Just an old man's fantasies. When Shelby came into Tactical, every admiral's uncle had a take on this Borg business. She cut through it. She put us on track. Picard: Earl Gray? Hanson: Please. She'd make you a hell of a first officer. Picard: I already have a hell of a first officer. Hanson: Don't tell me he's going to pass up another commission? Picard: One's available? Hanson: The Melbourne. It's his if he wants it. Hasn't he told you? Picard: He'll make a fine captain, JP. Hanson: You may want to tell him that. We're still waiting on his decision. This is the third time we've pulled out the captain's chair for Riker. He just won't sit down. Let me tell you something, Jean-Luc. There are a lot of young hotshots like Shelby on their way up. Riker could suddenly look like he's standing still next to them. He's hurting his career by staying put. If I were you, I'd kick him in the rear end for his own good. Shelby: I don't know exactly what I'm looking for, but we've tested the sections of the Enterprise's hull that were damaged by the Borg. There were some unusual magnetic resonance traces. Riker: A Borg footprint? Shelby: That's my theory. I'll see if it holds up tomorrow. I've reviewed your personnel. I'll be assigning Mister La Forge and Mister Data to accompany me on the away team. Riker: I've already assigned them to the away team. And I'll be with you as well, Commander. Shelby: Of course. I appreciate any assistance you can offer. Tell me, Commander. Is serving aboard the Enterprise as extraordinary an experience as I've heard? Riker: Every bit. Shelby: Good. Because I intend to convince Captain Picard I'm the right choice for the job. Riker: Job? Which job? Shelby: Yours, of course. I'm sorry. I heard that you were leaving. Riker: If I were, I'm sure you'll be the first to know. Poker's at seventeen hundred hours in my quarters. Deck eight. Wesley: Got another king in the hole, Data? Data: I am afraid I cannot answer that Wesley. And as you are a newcomer to the game, may I say it is inappropriate for you to ask. I will buy another card, Counselor. Troi: No help there. Laforge: Fold. Again. Troi: Three jacks looking back for the handsome young ensign. Pair of deuces stands. Flush, possible straight flush. Your bet, Mister Crusher. Wesley: I'm in for ten. Shelby: Call. Riker: Now it's time for the long pants. There's your ten, and one hundred. Laforge: He's got the straight flush, folks. Data: Not necessarily. Commander Riker may be bluffing, Wesley. Wesley: I don't think so. Fold. Laforge: With three jacks? What, are you kidding? Wesley, you may get straight A's in school, but there's a lot you need to learn about poker. Shelby: Well, I've only got two pair, but I've got to see your hole card. I'll call. Laforge: You got him. Riker: Mister Data and our guest appear to be tardy. O'Brien: Sir, Commander Shelby and Data beamed down to the planet surface an hour ago. Riker: On whose authority? O'Brien: On hers, sir. Shelby: Morning. Early bird gets the worm, eh? We've had some interesting results. Riker: Commander Shelby. Walk with me, Commander. Data: Early bird? I believe Commander Shelby erred. There is no evidence of avifaunal or crawling vermicular lifeforms on Jouret Four. Laforge: That's not what she meant, Data, but you're right. She erred. Shelby: I'm sorry, but I woke up early and I saw that a weather system was moving in it. It could have affected the soil readings. Riker: So without any regard to the risk of coming down alone Shelby: Really, Commander, if we ran into the Borg here, two extra bodies wouldn't've made a hell of a difference, now would they? We had three hours before the storm front hit, less than two hours now. Data was available. I took him. We came. I don't see your problem. Riker: My problem, Commander, is I expect to be notified before there's a change in my orders. Shelby: Noted for future reference. Do you wish to hear my report, sir? Riker: Go ahead. Shelby: The soil contains the same magnetic resonance traces That's our footprint. There's no doubt any more. It is the Borg. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 43993.5. With confirmation of the Borg's presence in Federation space, Admiral Hanson has returned to Starbase three two four to discuss strategy with Starfleet Command. Lieutenant Commander Shelby remains on board to continue tactical preparations. Riker: I've also ordered a standing Yellow Alert. All Federation and allied outposts have been warned. Ops will continue to monitor long range sensors. I've assigned Data, La Forge and Mister Crusher to work with Commander Shelby. Picard: Good. You've covered all the bases. What's your impression of Shelby? Riker: She knows her stuff. Picard: She has your full confidence? Riker: Well, I think she needs supervision. She takes the initiative a little too easily. Sometimes with risks. Picard: Sounds a little like a young lieutenant commander I once recruited as a first officer. Riker: Perhaps. Picard: Will, what the hell are you still doing here? Riker: Sir? Picard: You've been offered the Melbourne. Riker: I've decided not to pursue that commission at this time. Picard: She's a fine ship, Will. Riker: Yes, but she's not the Enterprise. With all due respect, sir, you need me. Particularly now. Picard: Indeed? Starfleet needs good captains, particularly now. Reconsider your decision. Riker: Are you telling me to leave, Captain? Picard: I'm asking you to look at your career objectively. Will, you're ready to work without a net. You're ready to take command. And, you know, the Enterprise will go along just fine without you. Riker: What am I still doing here? Deanna, I pushed myself hard to get this far. I sacrificed a lot. I always said I wanted my own command, and yet something's holding me back. Is it wrong for me to want to stay? Troi: What do you think? Riker: Maybe I'm just afraid of the big chair. Troi: I don't think so. Riker: The Captain says Shelby reminds him of the way I used to be. And he's right. She comes in here full of drive and ambition. Impatient, taking risks. I look at her and I wonder whatever happened to those things in me? I liked those things about me. I've lost something. Troi: You mean you're older, more experienced. A little more seasoned. Riker: Seasoned. That's a horrible thing to say to a man. Troi: I don't think you've lost a thing, and I think you've gained more than you realize. You're much more comfortable with yourself than you used to be. Riker: Maybe that's the problem. I'm too comfortable here. Troi: I'm not sure I know what that means. You're happy here. Happier than I've ever known you to be. So, it comes down to a simple question. What do you want, Will Riker? Shelby: A manipulation effect in the Borg ship's subspace field. A definite pattern at four point eight minute intervals during your first confrontation with them. Laforge: Might indicate high output auxiliary generators kicking in. Shelby: One theory is that their systems are decentralized with redundant power sources located throughout the ship. Data: That is a reasonable conclusion. Borg technology has given each member of their society the ability to interface and function collectively. It is likely they have constructed their ship with the same philosophy. Wesley: You knock out one generator and another takes over without interruption. Riker: What kind of damage would we have to do to shut them down? Shelby: Projections suggest that a Borg ship like this one could continue to function effectively even if seventy eight percent of it was inoperable. Wesley: And our best shot barely scratched the surface. Laforge: Well, from what I've seen, I can't believe any of these new weapons systems can be ready in less than eighteen months, Commander. Shelby: We've been projecting twenty four. Riker: Is there anything we can do here to adapt to our current defense systems? Laforge: We'll have to go through the specs again, but. I don't know. My mind's turned to clay. Wesley: Mine too. Shelby: I think we should look at modifying the plasma phaser design. Riker: Commander, I think we should call it a night. That's an order. We'll reconvene at oh five hundred. Shelby: Sir, if you'll allow me to continue with Mister Data, who does not require rest. Riker: You need rest, Commander. Shelby: If we have a confrontation with the Borg without improving our defense systems Riker: If we have a confrontation, I don't want a crew fighting the Borg at the same time they're fighting their own fatigue. Dismissed. Hanson: At nineteen hundred hours yesterday, the USS Lalo departed Zeta Alpha Two on a freight run to Sentinel Minor Four. At twenty two hundred hours and twelve minutes, a distress signal was received at Starbase one five seven. The Lalo reported contact with an alien vessel described as cube shaped. The distress signal ended abruptly, and she's not been heard from since. Picard: Mister Data, how long would it take to get there at warp nine? Data: One hour, seventeen minutes, sir. Picard: Make it so. Hanson: We're coming with every available starship to assist, Captain, but the closest help is six days away. Picard: We'll try and keep them occupied until you arrive. Hanson: I know you will. Hanson out. Riker: All hands will stand to battle stations. Picard: Commander Shelby, what is the status of out defense preparations? Shelby: Mister La Forge has a plan to modulate shield nutation. Hopefully, that'll hold them off for awhile. Laforge: At the same time, we'll be retuning phasers to higher EM base emitting frequencies to try to disrupt their subspace field. Picard: What's your assessment of our potential effectiveness? Laforge: It's a shot in the dark, Captain. But for now it's the best we can do. Picard: Dismissed. Worf: Sir, reading unidentified vessel just entering sensor range. Bearing two one zero mark one five one. Picard: Hail them, Mister Worf. Worf: No response, sir. Picard: Move to intercept. Wesley: Aye, sir. Worf: Sir, the vessel has already changed course to intercept us. Approaching at warp nine point three. Entering visual range. Picard: On screen. Magnify. Picard: Mister Worf, dispatch a subspace message to Admiral Hanson. We have engaged the Borg. Worf: Captain, you are being hailed. Picard: I am? Worf: Yes, Captain. By name. Riker: Data, is it the same ship we faced at J two five? Data: Uncertain, Commander, but the dimensions are precisely the same. Picard: On screen. I am Jean Luc Borg: Jean Luc Picard, captain of the Starship Enterprise, registry NCC 1701D, you will lower shields and prepare to transport yourself aboard our vessel. If you do not cooperate, we will destroy your ship. Picard: You have committed acts of aggression against the United Federation of Planets. If you do not withdraw immediately Borg: You will surrender yourself or we will destroy your ship. Your defensive capabilities are unable to withstand us. Riker: What the hell do they want with you? Shelby: I thought they weren't interested in human life forms, only our technology. Picard: Their priorities seem to have changed. Open. Worf: Channel open. Picard: We have developed new defense capabilities since our last meeting and we are prepared to use them if you do not withdraw from Federation space. Laforge: Captain. Laforge: The shields are being probed. I'm modulating nutation. Worf: Captain, the Borg are attempting to lock on to us with their tractor beam. Picard: Load torpedo bays. Arm phasers. lock coordinates on the source of the tractor beam. Riker: Shield status? Data: Holding, sir. Shelby: The nutation modulation has them confused. Riker: They have the ability to analyze and adapt, Commander. Laforge: Shield modulation has failed. They've locked on. Worf: Shields are being drained. Ninety percent. Eighty. Laforge: Trying to recalibrate nutation. Damn. Worf: Shields have failed. Picard: Fire all weapons. Laforge: Their subspace field is intact. New phaser frequencies had no impact. Riker: Reverse engines. Laforge: Full reverse. Laforge: We're not moving. Picard: Fire at will. Worf: Launching torpedoes. Phaser spread continuing. Data: Still no damage to the Borg vessel, sir. Computer: Warning. Outer hull breach. Worf: They're cutting into the hull. Engineering section. Riker: Geordi, evacuate Engineering. Laforge: Computer. Evacuation sequence. Computer: Sealing doors to core chamber. Laforge: Come on, move it, people! Let's go! Let's go! Computer: Decompression danger, deck thirty six, section four. Computer: Sealing Main Engineering. Shelby: Data, fluctuate phaser resonance frequencies. Random settings. Keep them changing. Don't give them time to adapt. Worf: The tractor beam has been released. Picard: Warp nine. Course, one five one mark three three zero. Engage. Worf: They are in pursuit, Captain. Picard: Maintain course. Riker: Damage report, Geordi? Laforge: Hull rupture in main Engineering. The damage is pretty heavy. We lost a lot of good people down there. Data: Eleven dead, eight more unaccounted for, Captain. Riker: Repair teams to Engineering. Seal hull breach. Laforge: They didn't get to the core I can control functions from here. Wesley: Now approaching the Paulson Nebula, sir. Picard: Drop to impulse. Take us in, Ensign. Wesley: The field is getting too dense, sir. Picard: Steady. Analysis of the nebula cloud, Mister Data. Data: Eighty two percent dilithium hydroxyls. Magnesium, chromium. It should provide an effective screen against their sensors, Captain. Picard: Mister La Forge, prepare to reverse engines. Full stop. Worf: The Borg ship is continuing scans, attempting to locate us. Picard: Good. As long as they're looking for us, they won't hurt anyone else. Shelby: Time index five one four. Data started to fluctuate phaser resonance frequencies. The Borg's beam breaks contact. Slow playback. Take a closer look, Commander. Mister La Forge? Laforge: There's a two percent drop in power for an instant, but it is system wide. The phaser frequency spread was in a high narrow band. Data: Conceivably, the ship's power distribution nodes are vulnerable to those frequencies. Laforge: If we can generate a concentrated burst of power at that same frequency distribution, I mean a lot more than anything our phasers or photon torpedoes could ever provide. Riker: How do we do that? Wesley: The main deflector dish. Laforge: It's the only component of the Enterprise designed to channel that much power at controlled frequencies. Shelby: End program. Unfortunately, there is one slight detail. In the process, the blast completely destroys the Enterprise as well. Riker: But if we could get further away, increase the deflector's range. Shelby: It could work. In the meantime, we should retune all phasers, including the hand units, to the same frequency. Riker: Proceed. I'll inform the Captain. Shelby: There is one other recommendation I'd like to make, Commander. Separate the saucer section. Assign a skeleton crew to create a diversion Riker: We may need the power from the saucer impulse engines. Shelby: But it would give them more than one target to worry about. Riker: It's too great a risk. Shelby: I'd like the Captain to make that decision, sir. Riker: Commander, I bring all the alternatives to the Captain's attention. That'll be all. Laforge: I'm going to need to installl higher capacity power transfers to the deflector dish, Commander. Riker: How long? Laforge: Better part of a day. Riker: She gets a full head of steam, doesn't she. Laforge: She's a formidable presence, to say the least. But I'm convinced she can help us here, Commander. Riker: I am too. Don't worry about it. I can handle Shelby. Picard: Come. Picard: Come in, Number One. Commander Shelby was just telling me of your concerns about her plan. Riker: I'm sorry if she troubled you, sir. I have already informed her Picard: Yes, I entirely agree with you, Number One. It's not the time. But the time may come when we will be required to take greater risks. I want you to consider her plan as a fall back position. Make the necessary preparations. Riker: Very good, sir. Shelby: Deck eight. Battle bridge. Riker: Halt. Commander, you and I need to have a conversation. Shelby: You never ordered me not to discuss this with the Captain. Riker: You disagree with me, fine. You need to take it to the Captain, then fine. Through me. You do an end run around me again, I'll snap you back so hard, you'll think you're a first year cadet again. Shelby: May I speak frankly, sir? Riker: By all means. Shelby: You're in my way. Riker: Really? How terrible for you. Shelby: All you know how to do is play it safe. I suppose that's why someone like you sits in the shadow of a great man for as long as you have, passing up one command after another. Proceed to deck eight. Riker: When it comes to this ship and this crew, you're damned right I play it safe. Shelby: If you can't make the big decisions, Commander, I suggest you make room for someone who can. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 43996.2. The Enterprise remains concealed in the dust cloud. And to my surprise, the Borg have maintained their position, waiting for us to come out of hiding. I have no explanation for their special interest in me or this ship. We continue to prepare our defenses for the inevitable confrontation, but I must admit, on this night I contemplate the distinct possibility that no defense may be adequate against this enemy. Guinan: Trouble sleeping? Picard: Something of a tradition, Guinan. The Captain touring the ship before a battle. Guinan: Before a hopeless battle, if I remember the tradition correctly. Picard: Not necessarily. Nelson toured the HMS Victory before Trafalgar. Guinan: Yes, but Nelson never returned from Trafalgar, did he? Picard: No, but the battle was won. Guinan: Do you expect this battle to be won? Picard: We may yet prevail. That's a conceit, but it's a healthy one. I wonder if the Emperor Honorious, watching the Visigoths coming over the seventh hill, truly realized that the Roman Empire was about to fall. This is just another page in history, isn't it? Will this be the end of our civilization? Turn the page. Guinan: This isn't the end. Picard: You say that with remarkable assuredness. Guinan: With experience. When the Borg destroyed my world, my people scattered throughout the universe. We survived. As will humanity survive. As long as there's a handful of you to keep the spirit alive, you will prevail. Even if it takes a millennium. Worf: Captain Picard, report to the Bridge. Picard: I'm on my way, Lieutenant. Riker: They're some kind of magnetometric guided charges. Picard: Status of shields? Worf: Back to forty eight percent, Captain. Picard: Mister La Forge, I may have to take us out of the nebula. I want all the power you can give me. Laforge: Engines are ready, Captain. Laforge: Recommend we adjust shield harmonics to favor the upper EM band when you proceed. Picard: Acknowledged. Worf: Direct hit, deck nine. Riker: Damage report? Worf: Structural latching system integrity breached. Picard: Prepare to take us out of here, Number One. Riker: Fire up the engines. Half impulse until we clear the nebula, then punch it to warp nine. Picard: Ready phasers. Load forward torpedo bays. Engage. Worf: Borg tractor beam is attempting to lock on. Picard: Fire at will. Continue rotating shield frequency. Worf: Shields failing. Tractor beam has locked on. Riker: It's no use. They've already adapted to the new frequencies. Worf: The Borg ship is disengaging. Leaving at warp speed. Riker: Maintain pursuit. Worf: Borg vessel has reached warp nine. Nine point four, nine point six. Riker: Stay with them. Riker to O'Brien. Can you get a fix on the Captain? O'Brien: Negative, sir. There's some kind of interference. I can't lock in on his signal. Riker: Senior officers, report to the Bridge. Worf: Sir, the coordinates they have set, they're on a direct course to sector zero zero one. The Terran system. Riker: Earth. Borg: Captain Jean Luc Picard, you lead the strongest ship of the Federation fleet. You speak for your people. Picard: I have nothing to say to you, and I will resist you with my last ounce of strength. Borg: Strength is irrelevant. Resistance is futile. We wish to improve ourselves. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service ours. Picard: Impossible. My culture is based on freedom and self determination. Borg: Freedom is irrelevant. Self determination is irrelevant. You must comply. Picard: We would rather die. Borg: Death is irrelevant. Your archaic cultures are authority driven. To facilitate our introduction into your societies, it has been decided that a human voice will speak for us in all communications. You have been chosen to be that voice. Worf: Commander, they are leading us into the heart of our own defenses. Laforge: Yeah, well, so far they haven't had any reason to worry about our defenses. Wesley: Commander, if the Borg stay at warp nine point six, we'll be forced to discontinue pursuit and power down in less than three hours. Data: Two hours, forty minutes and three seconds. Riker: How soon before the deflector's ready? Laforge: We're close. Few hours maybe. I know, I'll get it done in two somehow, but Commander, I going to need serious power from the warp engines to make this weapon work. So far we're using everything we've got just to keep up with them. Shelby: Sir, we've got to get that ship down to impulse. Riker: I'm leading an away team over there to get the Captain back. We'll find a way to bring them out of warp. Ensign Crusher, you continue to assist Mister La Forge. Commander Shelby, you'll take the Bridge and coordinate with Starfleet. Data, Worf, Doctor, you're with me. Shelby: Excuse me, sir. With my knowledge of the Borg Riker: Those are my orders, Commander. Troi: Commander Riker. It is inappropriate for you to lead the away team. Until the return of Captain Picard, you are in command of the Enterprise. We're in a state of war, and your place is on the Bridge. Riker: Commander Shelby, you'll lead the away team. Make it so. First officer's log, stardate 43998.5. Our pursuit of the Borg continues on a course that will take us to the very core of the Federation. The devastation they could bring is beyond imagination. Worf: These phasers have been retuned. Each has a different frequency spanning the upper EM band. Shelby: All right, a reminder. We only get to use each of these once, maybe twice, before the Borg learn to adapt. Don't fire until you have to. Crusher: What kind of resistance should we expect? Data: At our first encounter, the Borg virtually ignored us when we beamed aboard their vessel. Clearly they did not consider our being there a threat to them. Shelby: That may change, however, if we start interfering with their plans. Shelby to Bridge. Shelby: Away team ready. Riker: We've got fifty eight minutes before we have to power down and disengage. Shelby: Understood. Riker: Proceed. Commander Riker: No unnecessary risks. Clear? Shelby: Very clear, sir. Shelby out. O'Brien: We've matched warp velocity for transport, Commander. Shelby: Energize. Worf: Tricorder functions minimal. Shelby: Any signs of human life? Worf: Inconclusive. Crusher: Look at this. This is extraordinary. Data: These appear to be some kind of power wave guide conduits which allow them to work collectively as they perform ship functions. Shelby: There's no way to take out enough of these to disable them down. Crusher: What if we look at this from a mosquito's point of view. Data: Interesting metaphor, Doctor. What is your idea? Crusher: If we sting them in a tender spot, they might stop for a minute to scratch. Data: Distribution nodes. Shelby: If we take out a few of these, it just might make them scratch. Worf: The Captain's communicator. It is still activated. Crusher: Crusher to Picard. Can you hear me? Shelby: Can you locate it, Worf? Worf: This way. Riker: I strongly recommend redeploying all available defenses to protect sector zero zero one, Admiral. Hanson: We're moving to intercept at Wolf three five nine. We'll make our stand there. How much longer can you maintain pursuit? Riker: Twenty two minutes if they stay at current speed. If we can't bring them out of warp, we'll do as much damage as we can before we have to disengage. Hanson: Picard? Riker: Nothing yet, sir. Worf: In here. Shelby: Shelby to Enterprise. Riker: Go ahead. Shelby: We've found the Captain's uniform and his communicator. We're resuming our search. Riker: Stand by, Commander. Wesley: We're in business. Laforge: It'll burn out the main deflector, but it'll be one hell of a bang. Riker: Radiation danger? Wesley: We're going to have to evacuate the entire forward half of the secondary hull and the lower three decks of the saucer. Troi: I'll see to that. Riker: Commander Shelby Riker: We have only seventeen minutes of warp power left. Do whatever you can to get them out of warp. Shelby: Acknowledged. Shelby out. Let's take out some of these distribution nodes and see what happens. Wesley: Sir, they've done it. The Borg ship is dropping out of warp. Riker: Go to impulse. Wesley: Aye, sir. Laforge: Diverting warp energy to main deflector. Riker: Move us to within forty thousand kilometers. Match velocity. Commence arming sequence. Increase deflector modulation to upper frequency band. Shelby: Shelby to Enterprise. Encountering resistance. Prepare to beam us back on my signal. Shelby: They're adapting to the frequencies. Crusher: Jean-Luc! Worf: Captain! Shelby: Enterprise, get us out of here. Riker: The Captain? Data: We were unable to retrieve him, sir. Sir, The Captain has been altered by the Borg. Riker: Altered? Worf: He is a Borg. Shelby: We'll go back. I need more people. We need to retune the phasers again. We'll get him out of there. Laforge: Commander, reading subspace field fluctuations from within the Borg ship. Looks like they're regenerating, restoring power. They could be capable of warp any minute. Riker: Is the deflector ready? Laforge: It's ready. Crusher: Will, he's alive. If we could get him back to the ship, I might be able to restore Riker: This is our only chance to destroy them. If they get back into warp, our weapon is useless. Shelby: We'll sabotage them again if we have to. Riker: We can't maintain power. We don't have the time. Prepare to fire. Shelby: At least consult with Starfleet Command. Get Admiral Hanson on subspace. Riker: Belay that order, Lieutenant. There's no time. Worf: Sir, we are being hailed by the Borg. Riker: On screen. Picard: I am Locutus of Borg. Resistance is futile. Your life as it has been is over. From this time forward, you will service us. Riker: Mister Worf. Fire. To Be Continued

Picard: Mister Worf, dispatch a subspace message to Admiral Hanson. We have engaged the Borg. Shelby: Data, fluctuate phaser resonance frequencies. Random settings. Keep them changing. Don't give them time to adapt. Hanson: We're coming with every available starship to assist, Captain, but the closest help is six days away. Shelby: All you know how to do is play it safe. If you can't make the big decisions, Commander, I suggest you make room for someone who can. Laforge: If we can generate a concentrated burst of power at that same frequency distribution. Riker: How do we do that? Wesley: The main deflector dish. Shelby: Shelby to Enterprise. We've found the Captain's uniform and his communicator. Crusher: Jean-Luc! Data: We were unable to retrieve him, sir. Sir, The Captain has been altered by the Borg. Crusher: Will, he's alive. If we could get him back to the ship, I might be able to restore Riker: This is our only chance to destroy them. If they get back into warp, our weapon is useless. Picard: I am Locutus of Borg. From this time forward, you will service us. Riker: Mister Worf? Fire. And now, the conclusion. Laforge: Deflector power approaching maximum limits. Energy discharge in six seconds. Worf: Firing, sir. Worf: The Borg ship is undamaged. Shelby: Impossible. Computer: Warning. Warp reactor core primary coolant failure. Laforge: Can't maintain it much longer, Commander. Computer: Warning. Exceeding reaction chamber thermal limit. Riker: Cease fire. Laforge: Shutting down warp engines. Riker: They couldn't have adapted that quickly. Picard: The knowledge and experience of the human Picard is part of us now. It has prepared us for all possible courses of action. Your resistance is hopeless, Number One. First Officer's log, stardate 44001.4. The Borg ship has resumed its course toward Earth. We are unable to pursue pending repairs to the Enterprise. Riker: As we anticipated, the blast burned out our main navigational deflector. We also have damage to our shields and our reactor core. Laforge: We should be back up in eight to twelve hours, Admiral. Hanson: Well, we'll miss you at the party. Riker: The Enterprise'll be there, sir. Maybe a little late, but we'll be there, sir. Hanson: Your engagements have given us valuable time. We've mobilized a fleet of forty starships at Wolf three five nine, and that's just for starters. The Klingons are sending warships. Hell, we've even thought about opening communications with the Romulans. Shelby: You realize, Admiral, that with the assistance of Captain Picard, the Borg will be prepared for your defenses. Hanson: Lieutenant a few years ago, I watched a freshman cadet pass four upper classman on the last hill of the forty kilometer run on Danula Two. The damndest thing I ever saw. The only freshman to ever win the Academy marathon. I made it my business to get to know that young fellow. I got to know him very, very well. And I'll tell you something. I never met anyone with more drive, determination or more courage than Jean-Luc Picard. There is no way in hell that he would assist the Borg. I want that clear. Shelby: Of course, Admiral. Hanson: He is a casualty of war. Crusher: Then we have abandoned all hope of recovering him. Hanson: In less than twenty four hours, this armada's going to hit that Borg vessel with everything we can muster. Either they survive or we do. As for Picard. A great man has been lost. Your Captain. My friend. Commander Riker, I hereby promote you to the field commission of Captain. The Enterprise is your ship now. Congratulations. I wish the circumstances were different. Riker: Likewise. Good luck, Admiral. Hanson: To us all. Riker: Mister Crusher suggests we might design a chip that would automatically retune the phasers to a random setting after each discharge. Engineering. Worf: That would be a great advantage. Riker: We should also see if there's some way that we can neutralize their forcefields. We've got to let them know that we can adapt too, Mister Worf. We're no longer just fighting the Borg, we're fighting the life experience they've stolen from Captain Picard. Now how the hell do we defeat an enemy that knows us better than we know ourselves? Worf: The Borg have neither honor nor courage. That is our greatest advantage. Riker: I hope it's enough. Shelby: Accelerator coils are responding normally. Laforge: Excellent. Forward shields at fifty eight percent. Aft shields sensors must be down Shelby: Checking. Sensors are fine. No. Aft shields have completely failed. Damn it. Auxiliary generators are out again. Laforge: Just the man I need. We're having some problems with the aft shields. Generators going on and offline. I could really use your help, Worf Riker: How soon do we get underway, Geordi? Laforge: Still a couple hours. Commander Shelby can fill you in. Shelby: The main navigational deflector is functional again. Sherbourne and Barclay are running through the final testing sequence now. Riker: The warp reactor core? Shelby: Reconstruction is proceeding normally. It's slow work. If we can nail down this shield generator problem, I agree with La Forge. We should be at operating capacity in two to three hours. Riker: Good. Shelby: Anything else, sir? Riker: Yes. You did a good job on the Borg ship. Shelby: I didn't get Picard. Riker: You stopped them. You gave us our shot. Shelby: Sir, I Riker: Commander, we don't have to like each other to work well together. As a fact of fact, I'd like you to continue to keep me on my toes. Shelby: Some might define that as the role of a first officer. Riker: Damn, you are ambitious, aren't you, Shelby. Shelby: Captain Riker, based on our past relationship, there's no reason for me to expect to become your first officer except you need me. I know how to get things done, and I have the expertise in the Borg. Riker: And you have a lot to learn, Commander. Shelby: Yes, sir. Riker: Almost as much as I had to learn when I came aboard as Captain Picard's first officer. A fact he reminded me of when I commented on what a pain in the neck you are. Shelby: Yes, sir. Data: Data to Riker. Message from Starfleet, Captain. Riker: Go ahead, Data. Data: Starfleet reports Data: It has engaged the Borg at Wolf three fifty nine, sir. Data: Admiral Hanson on subspace, Captain. Riker: On screen. Admiral? Hanson: The fight does not go well, Enterprise. We're attempting to withdraw and regroup. Rendezvous with fleet Captain's Log, stardate 44002.3. Repairs are complete, and the Enterprise is warping to rendezvous with Starfleet at Wolf three five nine. Communications from the site of battle have been cut off, possibly by Borg interference. Riker: Lieutenant Worf, everyone in this room shares my respect for your service to this ship. But right now, I need your experience at tactical. Commander Data, I realize your very nature omits ambition. Nevertheless, I want you to know I seriously considered you first officer. Data: Thank you, sir. Riker: But this is not the time for change. I need you all where you are, where Captain Picard always relied on you. I have been, reluctantly, forced to conclude that Commander Shelby, our expert on the Borg, is an ideal choice at this time for first officer. Based on our latest communication, we can assume that the Borg survived the fleet's attack. Your thoughts on our next encounter? Shelby: What about the heavy graviton beam we were talking about? Laforge: I've gone over it four times. The local field distortion just wouldn't be strong enough to incapacitate them. Data: Doctor Crusher and I have been working on an interesting premise. Crusher: With our recent experience in nanotechnology, we might be able to introduce a destructive breed of nanites into the Borg. Shelby: Nanites? Data: Robots small enough to enter living cells. Riker: How long would it take to execute that? Crusher: That's the problem. Two to three weeks. Troi: In two or three weeks, nanites may be all that's left of the Federation. Worf: We have the new phaser adapters. Laforge: maybe in concert with photon torpedoes we can slow them down. Riker: I'm sure Captain Picard would have something meaningful and inspirational to say right now. To tell you the truth, I wish he were here, because I'd like to hear it too. I know how difficult this transition has been for all of you. I can take over for him, but I could never replace Captain Picard. Nor would I ever try. Whatever the outcome, I'm sure our efforts in the coming battle will justify his faith in all of us. Dismissed. Riker: What would you do? Riker: Come. Guinan: May I speak to you, Captain? Riker: Actually, Guinan, I Guinan: You know, Picard and I used to talk every now and again, when one of us needed to. I guess I'm just used to having the Captain's ear. Riker: What's on your mind? Guinan: I've heard a lot of people talking down in Ten Forward. They expect to be dead in the next day or so. They trust you. They like you. But they don't believe anyone can save them. Riker: I'm not sure anyone can. Guinan: When a man is convinced he's going to die tomorrow, he'll probably find a way to make it happen. The only one who can turn is around is you. Riker: I'll do the best I can. Guinan: You're going have to do something you don't want to do. You have to let go of Picard. Riker: Maybe you haven't heard. I tried to kill him yesterday. Guinan: You tried to kill whatever that is on the Borg ship. Not Picard. Picard is still here with us in this room. If he had died, it would be easier. But he didn't They took him from us a piece at a time. Did he ever tell you why we're so close? Riker: No. Guinan: Well, then let me just our relationship is beyond friendship, beyond family. And I will let him go. And you must do the same. There can only be one Captain. Riker: It's not that simple. This was his crew. He wrote the book on this ship. Guinan: And the Borg know everything he knows. It's time to throw that book away. You must let him go, Riker. It's the only way to beat him. The only way to save him. And that is now you chair. Captain. Wesley: We're approaching the Wolf system, Captain. Riker: On my way. Riker: Slow to impulse. Take us to the battle coordinates, Mister Crusher. Yellow alert. Worf: Sensors are picking up several vessels, Captain. Riker: The fleet? Data: No active subspace fields. Negligible power readings. Riker: Life signs? Data: Negative, sir. Worf: Visual contact. Riker: On screen. Shelby: The Tolstoy, the Kyushu, the Melbourne. Worf: Sir, sensors are picking up unusually strong eddy currents, bearing two zero zero, mark two one one. Riker: Data, analysis? Data: It could indicate the course of the Borg ship, sir. Riker: Ensign Crusher, set in a course that follows those currents. Commander Shelby, prepare to initiate your plan to separate the saucer section when we find the Borg. Shelby: Sir. I must remind you that Captain Picard was briefed on that plan. The Borg will be prepared for it Riker: I'm aware of that, Commander. In fact, I'm counting on it. Shelby: Crusher, Cartaino, Gleason. Report to the Battle Bridge. Riker: Mister Data, Mister Worf? I have a special mission for you. Riker: Locutus of Borg, this is Captain William T. Riker of the USS Enterprise. Picard: You may speak. Riker: We wish to end the hostilities. Picard: Then you must unconditionally surrender. Riker: We are prepared to meet to discuss your terms. Picard: It is unlikely you are prepared to discuss terms. It is more likely that this is an attempt at deception. Riker: Come now, Locutus. If Picard's knowledge and experience is part of you, then you know I've never lied to him. You should also implicitly trust me, is that not so? Picard: Picard implicitly trusted you. Riker: Then trust me now. Meet to discuss terms. Picard: Discussion is irrelevant. There are no terms. You will disarm all your weapons and escort us to Sector zero zero one where we will begin assimilating your culture and technology. Riker: Mister Gleason, can you pinpoint the source of the Borg transmission? Gleason: I can put you within thirty meters of it, sir. Riker: O'Brien, report. O'Brien: The Borg have adapted their electromagnetic field to prevent main transporter functions, sir. Riker: As expected. Mister Data, Mister Worf, proceed as we discussed. Data: Aye, Captain. Crewman: Channel open, sir. Riker: We would like time to prepare our people for assimilation. Picard: Preparation is irrelevant. Your people will be assimilated as easily as Picard has been. Your attempt at a delay will not be successful, Number One. We will proceed to Earth, and if you attempt to intervene, we will destroy you. Riker: Then take your best shot, Locutus, because we're about to intervene. Crewman: Channel closed. Riker: Reset subspace communications. Scrambler code, Riker One Gleason: Scrambler code, Riker One. Acknowledged. Riker: Shelby, report. Shelby: Ready for separation. Riker: Make it so. Shelby: Auto-sep sequence initiated. Laforge: Docking latches clear, separation complete. Wesley: Saucer velocity one hundred meters per second and increasing, sir. Riker: Open fire, all weapons. Shelby: Fire. Wesley: Borg tractor beam attempting to lock on, sir. Riker: Evasive maneuvers, pattern Riker Alpha. Wesley: Riker Alpha confirmed. They're ignoring the saucer section completely. Riker: Just as you should, Captain. Ensign, evasive pattern, Riker Beta. Wesley: Riker Beta confirmed. Riker: Proceed to second phase, Commander Shelby. Shelby: Acknowledged. Fire antimatter spread. Data: Shuttle launch sequence confirmed. Departing Enterprise in exactly three seconds. Wesley: The Borg tractor beam has moved toward the antimatter spread. Gleason: They might be picking up engine ionization from the shuttle Riker: Data, cut your engines. Take her in unpowered. Worf: Shuttle has penetrated the Borg electromagnetic field. Riker: Understood. Data: The shuttle escape transporter should provide enough power to beam us Data: Onto the Borg ship from here, sir Riker: Proceed. Worf: Data! Worf: Mission accomplished. We have him. Data: Firing shuttle thrusters. Wesley: They're clear of the Borg field, sir. Riker: Beam them out of there, Mister O'Brien. O'Brien: Locked in O'Brien: Transport successful, sir. Shelby: Captain, we've sustained damage to the impulse drive. Shelby: The saucer section is disabled. Gleason: Reading subspace field fluctuations from the Borg ship. Looks like they're getting ready to increase power. Riker: Stand by, Mister La Forge. Laforge: Aye, sir. Wesley: The saucer section's a sitting duck. Riker: Prepare to draw their fire. Wesley: Captain, the Borg ship is moving away. It's resuming its course to Earth, sir. Riker: Rendezvous with the saucer section. Lay in a course of pursuit. Crusher: There is extensive infiltration of microcircuit fibers into the surrounding tissue. His DNA is being rewritten. Riker: Can you revive him? Crusher: I'd like more time to study the structural changes in the motor pathways. Riker: We don't have more time, Doctor. Once he was wired into the Borg, they knew everything that he knew. I just hope it goes both ways. If we're lucky, he had access to everything we need to know about them, especially their vulnerabilities. Crusher: Jean Luc? It's Beverly. can you hear me? Picard: Beverly. Crusher. Doctor. Crusher: Yes. Don't try to move. Picard: I am on board the Enterprise. Riker: That's right. Picard: A futile manuever. Incorrect strategy, Number One. To risk your ship and crew to retrieve only one man. Picard would never have approved. You underestimate us if you believe this abduction is any concern. There is no need for apprehension. I intend no harm. No harm. I will continue, aboard this ship, to speak for the Borg, while they continue without further diversion to Sector zero zero one, where they will force your unconditional surrender. Data: Using multimodal reflection sorting, I have been able to detect a complex series of subspace signals between Locutus and the Borg ship. Crusher: That's how they're controlling him? Data: It is not just a matter of control, Doctor. The signals are interactive across a subspace domain similar to that of a Transporter beam. I would hypothesize that these frequencies form the basis of the Borg's collective consciousness. Riker: Can't we block them? Data: Possibly. But as you may recall on several occasions, we have witnessed the Borg removing key circuits from injured comrades, no doubt separating them from the group consciousness. Riker: The injured Borg immediately self-destructed. Data: That is correct, sir. Crusher: Cutting the link to Locutus might be fatal to the Captain. Riker: We have to find a way to reach him. We must know what he knows Crusher: Without these interactive signals, it would only be a matter of microsurgery. I could do it. But as long as those Borg implants are functioning, there's no way I can separate the man from the machine. Data: Then perhaps there is a way I can access the machine, Doctor. Picard: Worf. Klingon species. A warrior race. You too will be assimilated. Worf: The Klingon Empire will never yield. Picard: Why do you resist? We only wish to raise quality of life for all species. Worf: I like my species the way it is. Picard: A narrow vision. You will become one with the Borg. You will all become one with the Borg. The android, Data. Primitive artificial organism. You will be obsolete in the new order. Riker: Take him to your lab, Data. Shelby: Shelby to Riker. Riker: Go ahead. Shelby: Captain, the Borg have entered Sector zero zero one. Shelby: The Borg have dropped out of warp, sir. Jupiter outpost nine two reported visual contact at twelve hundred hours, thirteen minutes. Riker: Planetary defenses? Shelby: Responding. No reports on effectiveness but I can't believe that against the Borg Riker: Ensign Crusher, at their current speed, when will they reach Earth? Wesley: Twenty seven minutes. Riker: The soonest we could intercept? Wesley: Forty two minutes, sir. Riker: Riker to Data. Riker: What's your status? Data: The initial cybernetic connection into Captain Picard's neural net pathways has been established. Mister O'Brien is ready to process the Borg signal through the transport pattern buffer. Riker: Make it so. With dispatch, Mister Data. Data: Proceeding immediately, sir. Data out. Data: The neural link will be established in three stages. Doctor, I suggest you closely observe Captain Picard's lifesigns, while at each stage Chief O'Brien monitors my positronic matrix activity. Counselor, hopefully, you will be able to determine whether I am reaching Captain Picard. O'Brien: At what point should I shut it down if there's a problem? Data: I do not know. I have never done this before. Initiating first neural link. Crusher: The Captain's vital signs are stable. O'Brien: Positronic activity unchanged. Data: First neural connection is confirmed. I cannot report any significant access to the Borg consciousness. Worf: It is confirmed. The Borg have broken through the Mars defense perimeter. Wesley: Enterprise now approaching Terran system, sir. Riker: Slow to impulse. Time to intercept? Wesley: Twenty-three minutes, fourteen seconds, sir. Data: Second neural connection is confirmed. I still cannot report any significant access. Proceeding with the final link. Crusher: Significant increase in premotor area and hypothalamus activity. His heartbeat is accelerating rapidly. O'Brien: Sir, your submicron matrix activity is increasing exponentially. Data: Neural connections complete. I have access to the Borg subspace signals. Processing. Processing. Troi: Data! Data: Stand by. Processing. Processing. Fascinating. The Borg group consciousness is divided into subcommands necessary to carry out all functions. Defense, communication, navigation. They are all controlled by a root command implanted into each Crusher: Data, I'm picking up increased neural activity in Captain Picard, localized in the prefrontal and parietal lobes. O'Brien: The Borg might be trying to terminate their link with him. Data: Negative. The subspace signal configuration is unchanged. What is causing the increased neural activity is unclear. Troi: No, it's not. It's him. It's Picard. Troi: Troi to Bridge. Troi: Data has made first contact with Captain Picard. Riker: Can you communicate with him, Data? Data: I have been unable to create a neural path around the Borg implants, sir. It is Captain Picard himself who has somehow managed to initiate contact. Worf: Sir, the Borg have halted their approach to Earth. Shelby: I think we got their attention. Riker: Time to intercept? Wesley: Two minutes, four seconds, sir. Riker: They're worried. They're worried because we've got access to Picard. Mister Data, we have two minutes to figure out what we can do with it. Data: Sir, it is clear the Borg are either unwilling or unable to terminate their subspace links. Crusher: That may be their Achilles heel, Captain. Their interdependency. Riker: What do you mean, Doctor? Crusher: He's Crusher: Part of their collective consciousness now. Cutting him off would like asking one of us to disconnect an arm or a foot Crusher: We can't do it. Shelby: They operate as a single mind. Riker: One jumps off a cliff, they all jump off? Data, is it possible to plant a command into the Borg collective consciousness? Data: It is conceivable, sir, but it would require altering the pathway from the root command Data: To affect all iterative branch points in the Riker: Make every effort, Mister Data. Data: Sir Data: What command shall I try to plant? Riker: Something straightforward, like disarm your weapons systems. Worf: Visual contact with the Borg. Shelby: On screen. Riker: Magnify. Worf: Sensors reading increased power generation from the Borg. Riker: Red alert. Load all torpedo bays. Ready phasers. Worf: Aye, Captain. Riker: Status of Borg weapons? Worf: Their weapon systems are fully charged. Riker: Data? Data: Attempting to re-route subcommand paths, Captain. Defense systems are protected by access barriers. Worf: Borg attempting to lock on tractor beam. Riker: Rotate shield frequencies. Data, report? Data: I am unable to penetrate defense systems command structure Data: Captain. Shelby: Try the power systems, Data. See if you can get them to power down. Data: Acknowledged. Data: Attempting new power subcommand path. Laforge: Shields have failed. They've Laforge: Locked on, sir. They're pulling us in. Riker: Fire all weapons. Data: I cannot penetrate Borg power subcommand structure, sir. Data: All critical subcommands are protected, Captain. Shelby: Then it's over. Riker: Mister Crusher, ready a collision course with the Borg ship. You heard me. A collision course. Wesley: Yes, sir. Riker: Mister La Forge, prepare to go to warp power. Laforge: Aye, sir. Picard: Sleep. Crusher: He's regaining consciousness. Picard: Sleep. Troi: It is Captain Picard speaking, not Locutus. Picard: Sleep, Data. Crusher: He's exhausted. Data: Yes, Doctor, but if I may make a supposition, I do not believe his message was intended to express fatigue but to suggest a course of action. Worf: Borg cutting beam activated. Riker: Mister Crusher? Engage. Data: Data to Bridge. Stand by. Riker: Stand by, all stations. Data: I am attempting to penetrate the Borg regenerative subcommand path. It is a low priority system and may be accessible. Computer: Warning. Outer hull breach. Worf: Sir, shall I execute evacuation sequence? Riker: Negative, Mister Worf. Mister Data, your final report. Data: Stand by. Riker: I can't, Mister Data. Computer: Warning. Inner hull failure imminent on decks twenty three, twenty four, and twenty five. Decompression danger. Riker: Mister Data, what the hell happened? Data: I successfully planted a command into the Borg collective consciousness, sir. It misdirected them to believe it was time to regenerate. In effect, I put them all to sleep. Riker: To sleep? Data: Yes, sir. Riker: Status of Borg power drive? Worf: Minimal power. Riker: Electromagnetic field? Worf: Nonexistent. Riker: Commander Shelby, take an away team and confirm that the Borg are asleep. Shelby: Delighted, sir. Mister Worf. Shelby: Shelby to Enterprise. It's true. They're all in a regeneration mode. Shelby: They're dormant, sir. Riker: Any indication to how long we can keep them like this? Shelby: Checking. Worf: Tricorder readings are fluctuating rapidly, Commander. Shelby: Shelby to Enterprise. There are indications here that their entire power net's about to feed back on itself. I'd say we're looking at a self-destruct sequence activated by the Borg's malfunction. Do you want us to attempt to disarm it? Riker: Stand by. Crusher: There's no way to know what the destruction of the Borg ship will do to him. Data: We should also consider the advantages of further examination of the Borg and their vessel, sir. Riker: I don't think so. Data, separate yourself from Captain Picard. Away Team, get yourselves home. Mister Crusher, upon their return move us to a safe position. Wesley: Aye, sir. Crusher: Life signs are stable. The DNA around the microcircuit fiber implants is returning to normal. Troi: How do you feel? Picard: Almost human. With just a bit of a headache. Crusher: We'll get you to Sickbay. We won't have any trouble getting these implants out now. Riker: How much do you remember? Picard: Everything. Including some brilliantly unorthodox strategy from a former first officer of mine. Riker: And Earth Station McKinley has advised they're ready to begin refitting the Enterprise. Picard: Have they estimated time for repairs? Riker: Five or six weeks. PICARD + Riker: Come. Shelby: Request permission to disembark, sir. Picard: Permission granted. They've picked a fine officer for the task force, Commander. Shelby: We'll have the fleet back up in less than a year. I imagine you'll get your choice of any Starfleet command, sir. Riker: Everyone is so concerned about my next job. With all due respect, Commander, sir, my career plans are my own business, and no one else's. But it's nice to know I'll have a few options. Shelby: I hope I have the fortune of serving with you again, sir. Captain. Riker: Course to Station McKinley ready and laid in, sir. Picard: Make it so, Number One.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 44143.7. We have moved into Sector two one nine four seven in response to a distress call from a Talarian observation craft. The alien vessel appears adrift, and our initial scans have detected a life-threatening radiation leak within its propulsion system. Worf: I get no further response from the vessel. Picard: Maintain an open channel. Riker: Doctor Crusher and her assistants are waiting in Transporter room three. Data: Sir, may I remind you that during the Galen border conflict, it was a common tactic of the Talarians was to abandon their observation craft, rig them to self destruct Picard: And issue a general distress call. Yes, Mister Data, I know. Data: That particular guerrilla maneuver resulted in two hundred and nineteen fatalities over a three day period. Riker: Is there any way to detect their self-destruct device? Data: Negative, sir. The Talarians employ a subspace proximity detonator. It is not detectable by our scans. Riker: Or the away team's tricorders. Right. Worf: Captain, the Talarian warship the Q'Maire is responding to the distress call. Picard: Position? Worf: Halfway through the Woden sector. Wesley: It'll take them hours to get here, sir, even at maximum warp. Picard: Counselor? Troi: There is life on board, but it's fading. Picard: Number One, assemble the rest of your away team. Prepare for immediate rescue operations. Riker: Yes, sir. Worf: Ancillary power is failing. Crusher: They're nothing more than children. Riker: I am Commander Riker of the Federation Starship Enterprise. We will evacuate you and give you medical care. You will not be harmed. Crusher: Enterprise, prepping five Talarian males for transport directly to Sickbay. Trauma team, stand by to receive injured. We have radiation burns and possible respiratory distress. Chief: Transport locked in and ready, Doctor. Crusher: Stand by for my orders. Riker: Captain, this appears to be a basic training ship. Five boys, all teens, all wearing uniforms. Picard: Proceed with the evacuation, Number One. Worf: No other life signs aboard, sir. Crusher: Commander, quickly. Riker: What is it? Crusher: This boy. He's human. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We have completed emergency evacuation of four Talarians and one human. How this young man found himself in the company of these aliens remains a mystery. Crusher: It's Jono, right? Is that what I heard them call you? I'm Doctor Crusher. I'm just examining you for radiation injuries. It won't hurt. I have a son not much older than you. Perhaps you'd like to meet him. Well, Jono, you seem to have escaped radiation damage. Pretty lucky. Nurse: Doctor Crusher. Crusher: Now how did this happen? Crusher: What is it? Troi: They're terrified. Crusher: They all just started up. Picard: Please may I have your attention. Please may I have your attention! Stop that immediately! Well, that's better. Now, what's your name, young man? Troi: He won't talk, Captain. We haven't been able to get through to him. Jono: Captain> I am Jono. Take me home to my Captain. Take me home to Endar! Crusher: He managed to escape radiation trauma but the scan shows something else. Picard: What? Crusher: Two previously fractured ribs, a broken arm, and a low grade concussion. There might be neurological impairment. I'd like to examine him further. Jean-Luc, the Talarians have been known to be ruthless to their enemies. I think there's a real possibility they may have brutalized the child. Picard: Isn't it possible the injuries were caused prior to his captivity? Crusher: Not likely. He's been with them a long time. Long enough to assimilate their cultural traits, and calcium trace patterns indicate the injuries took place during the past seven years. Picard: But if they have abused the boy, why would he so devoutly wish to return to them? Crusher: It's not uncommon. It was identified centuries ago as the Stockholm syndrome. Troi: Jono, what is it? Jono! I just suggested he take off his gloves. Suddenly he lost control. Crusher: Security, we need some assistance down here in Sickbay. Picard: Jono! Jono: She won't leave me alone! She keeps trying to dissect me! Picard: She was trying to help you.! Jono: I don't want her help! I should be back with my brothers! Send us back to Captain Endar! Picard: Jono, I want you to stop this immediately! Jono: Yes, Captain. Picard: Good. That's better. Now, if we're to accomplish anything Data: Data to Picard. Picard: Go ahead. Data: We have received a subspace communiqué from Starfleet Command regarding the young human, sir. Picard: Very well. Doctor, Counselor. Crusher: Lieutenant Worf, escort this young man to quarters. He is to be confined there until further notice. Worf: Yes, Doctor. Jono: Why are you here, Klingon, with them? Did they capture you too? Worf: They are not my captors. They are my comrades. Jono: Why do you take orders from a female? Worf: Doctor Crusher. She is my superior officer. Jono: Among my people, a female can never outrank a man. Worf: You are human, and among humans, females can achieve anything the males can. Jono: I am no more human than you are. I am Talarian. Worf: You are confused. Worf: Stop that! Jono: I will make the B'Nar, the mourning, until I am back with my brothers! Data: By matching DNA gene types, Starfleet was able to identify the boy as Jeremiah Rossa. Riker: Rossa? Picard: As in Admiral Rossa? Data: She is his grandmother, Captain. He was born fourteen years ago on the Federation colony, Galen Four. His parents, Connor and Moira Rossa, were killed three years, nine months later when their colony was overrun by Talarian forces. Picard: I remember. There were no survivors. Data: The boy was listed as missing, presumed dead. Riker: I heard another Rossa was killed in action at the Krasner outpost. Picard: Tragedy seems to follow that family. The Admiral lost both her sons. Crusher: And now she'll have something to celebrate. Troi: Captain, if Jeremiah is returned to his family in his present condition, it would be a wrenching experience for everyone. Especially for him. He needs to re-discover his identity, make some connection with his roots. Picard: I agree. Do what you can to accomplish that, Counselor. Troi: I don't think I can do anything, Captain. Picard: Why not? Crusher: Troi's right. It's very clear that the boy does not respond well to women. Data: The Talarians are a rigidly patriarchical society, sir. Troi: Jeremiah needs to build a relationship with a man, a father figure with whom he can explore his origins. And I think it should be you, Captain. Picard: Oh, no, Counselor! Oh, no, Counselor, I don't think so. He needs someone who is trained in these things. Troi: But you are the only person with whom he has shown any connection. If he is to find his humanity then you are the only one who can help him. It's up to you, Captain. Picard: Jono! Jono, why do you make that noise? Jono: It is the custom of my people when we are in distress. Picard: Is it not also the custom of your people to listen to the wishes of their Captain? Jono: Yes. Picard: Then, as Captain of the starship Enterprise, I ask you not to make that sound. Jono: Yes, sir. Picard: Good. Well, now that's cleared up, let's, er, let's, er, let's get acquainted, shall we? What do you think of your room? I know it's a little sterile. But if there's anything you'd like? Pictures, perhaps, or games. Jono: This is a cage. I am still your captive. Picard: Oh, no, not at all. I thought you'd be comfortable here. Jono: Are you going to return me to my Captain? Picard: We will rendezvous with the warship Q'Maire at oh seven forty hours. We will transfer the Talarians to Captain Endar. Jono: Including me? Picard: We'll discuss your situation with Captain Endar. Jono: I don't like this place. Picard: We could find some other quarters. Jono: I've always lived with my Captain. Picard: Ah. Yes, well, that wouldn't work here. Picard: Well, I'm sure you'll see there's nothing here to appeal to a young person. Picard: Put that down, please. Jono: It's Klingon. Picard: Yes. Would you put it back where you got it. Picard: Well. Here we are, eh, Jono? Picard: I notice you haven't taken off your gloves. Jono: Not here. Picard: Why not? Jono: So that I don't have to touch an alien. Picard: Jono, your Captain, Endar, has he ever hurt you? Inflicted pain? Jono: Pain is not a consideration. Picard: Then he has? Jono: I did not say that. Don't you understand? Pain is not what matters. Passing the tests is everything. Picard: Is that what they are? Tests of pain? Jono: You understand nothing. Picard: It's true, I don't fully understand Talarians. But you are not Talarian. Jono: I will not listen to this. I will not listen to your lies. Picard: Come. Troi: You wanted to see me, Captain? Picard: Yes, Counselor. Please, come in, sit down. Picard: You're probably not aware of this, but I have never been particularly comfortable around children. Troi: Really? Picard: For some reason, they just don't seem to respond to me. Troi: I see. Picard: Frankly, I think my time would be best served carrying out the duties and responsibilities of a Starfleet Captain. Troi: Seldom have I heard an explanation so well-rehearsed. Picard: Look, Counselor, I just feel that I'm not the right person for this job. Troi: Strange, isn't it? You'll travel light years, dodge asteroid storms, brave hostile aliens, and yet when asked to assume a parental role, you cringe. Why do you suppose that is? Picard: I'm not cringing. I'm just acknowledging my limitations. Troi: When you were a child, did you have any friends? Other children you played with? Picard: I don't think that has anything to do with anything. Well, perhaps it was because. This is foolish. Troi: What were you going to say? Picard: it's just that ever since I was a child I've always known exactly what I wanted to do. Be a member of Starfleet. Nothing else mattered to me. Virtually my entire youth was spent in the pursuit of that goal. In fact, I probably skipped my childhood altogether. Troi: You know, Captain, almost no one is born being a good parent. Most people just have to muddle through and do the best that they can. Picard: Are you saying that's what I'm going to have to do? Troi: Yes. And you might be surprised at just how good you can be. Picard: Computer, turn off that noise! Computer, what was that? Computer: The Alba Ra, a contemporary Talarian musical form. Picard: Jono? Jono, where are you? Jono: You turned off my music. Picard: Yes, I certainly did, and I expect it to stay turned off. Would you come down from there? I see you've made yourself at home. Jono: I cannot rest on your beds. They hurt my back. Picard: Would you come here. There's something I want to show you. Picard: Those are Connor and Moira Rossa. They are your parents. The baby is you. Jeremiah Rossa. Jono: My name is Jono. Picard: Well, you were born Jeremiah on Galen Four. The colony was destroyed later, during a border skirmish. Picard: You see? You knew how to laugh once. Do you remember any of this, Jono? Your parents, your home? Jono: I know that Endar rescued me. He told me so. Picard: Jono, your parents were killed by Talarians. Jono: It was war. Death is part of war. Riker: Captain? Picard: Yes, what is it, Number One? Riker: We've established visual contact with the warship Q'Maire. Jono: Endar! Picard: Hey, hey! You stay put. I'm on my way, Number One. Connor: Get to cover! Moira: I can't leave you! Connor: Take Jeremiah. Take him to the forest. I'll hold them off. Moira: No! No! Come with us! Jeremiah! Jeremiah: Momma! Picard: Status, Mister Data? Data: Q'Maire at station, holding steady at bearing zero one three, mark zero one five. Distance five oh six kilometers. Picard: Are its weapons systems active? Data: Negative, sir. Worf: Captain Endar requests an open channel, sir. Picard: On screen. Endar: I am Captain Endar of the warship Q'Maire. To whom am I speaking? Picard: Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship Enterprise. We have rescued four crew members from your observation craft. They have received medical attention. The are ready for transport. Endar: Your actions are duly noted. We will forward coordinates for immediate transport. Riker: You're welcome, I'm sure. Picard: One moment, Captain. We've also discovered a human among your crew. Endar: Jono. Picard: Actually, his name is Jeremiah, Jeremiah Rossa. Endar: What is his condition? Is he injured? Picard: He was not wounded in the mishap, but as a representative of the Federation, I require an explanation. Why has this child been held in your custody for so many years? Endar: No explanation is warranted, Captain. He is my son. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Captain Endar's claim that Jeremiah Rossa is his son is clearly unacceptable. However, to avoid escalating tensions, I have invited the Talarian leader to come aboard the Enterprise so that we may address the issue face to face. Endar: Yes, I was in charge of the force that repelled the trespassers on Galen Four. I must say your Federation troops fought tenaciously. Picard: Among them Connor and Moira Rossa. Endar: I suppose. After the battle, I found this squalling child huddled by the body of a young woman, his mother presumably. There was almost no one left alive on Galen Four. Was I to leave him screaming by his mother's body? Picard: You should have notified the Federation authorities. To conceal him was a clear violation of our agreement. Endar: I took him in accordance with my peoples' traditions. Picard: What tradition is it that empowered you to capture a helpless child? Endar: I lost my son at the hands of humans during the conflict over Castal One. Talarian custom allows me to claim the son of a slain enemy. Picard: Does that custom extend also to brutalizing this surrogate son? Endar: What are you talking about? Picard: Our medical officer discovered evidence of injuries so severe, they might be considered torture. Endar: Nonsense. I've never harmed Jono. Picard: Then explain the fractured ribs, concussion, the broken arm. Endar: Broken arm? Youth. Have you ever been a father, Picard? Have you ever had a son desperately try to win your approval, your respect? Jono broke his ribs riding on a t'stayan. Six hooves. A very powerful beast. The arm, in a contest with other youths. He endured the pain and won the competition. One day, he will be a great warrior. Picard: Doesn't he deserve to become more than that? His true heritage is human, Endar. Endar: A heritage long since forgotten. Picard: While on board, you are welcome to supervise the return of your crew, but I cannot allow Jeremiah Rossa to be returned to your custody. His true family are waiting for him on Earth. Endar: Then under no circumstances will I allow your ship to leave our territory. Picard: I have already reported our position and the nature of this violation to Starfleet. Endar: And I've already called for reserved forces into the sector. Picard: Are you saying that you're willing to go to war over this boy? Endar: Would you not for your only son? Picard: We have been at peace for many years. Let us not rush headlong into war. Endar: Then help me to avoid it. If you will allow me to see Jono, it will be clear to you I have been a good father. He has grown up happy in my keeping. Picard: So you think it would be unwise to let Endar see Jono? Crusher: I think it's dangerous. Abusers can have subtle but powerful influence over their victims. Picard: You see, I'm not convinced the boy has been abused, Doctor. I've talked with the father, and if I am any judge of character, I would say that he deeply cares for the boy's welfare. Troi: I sense awakening memories in the boy. This is a very fragile time for Jono. If we send away the man he calls father without even letting them see each other, how will we ever gain his trust? Picard: Yes. There is something else to keep in mind. We are deep in Talarian territory. A semblance of diplomacy is called for. I'm going to agree to the meeting. Crusher: All I ask is that the visit be supervised. Don't let them be alone together. Picard: Agreed. Jono: Endar. Endar: Jono, my son. Endar: Have they treated you well? Jono: Yes, Captain. Except Endar: Except what? Jono: I was forbidden to make the B'Nar. Endar: That's all right. I know you've mourned in your heart. Well, Jono what do you think of these humans? Jono: They look like me. Endar: They want to keep you, you know. Jono: Yes, I know. Endar: You've reached the age of decision. What is your choice? Do you want to stay? Jono: No, of course not. Endar: Then you shall not. I'm returning to the Q'Maire. I will give the humans with a choice. If they do not make the one we know is right, it may lead to war. You may die. Jono: I am ready to die. Worf: Captain, sensors indicate two warships approaching from the opposite direction along the border. Picard: Mister Data, what's their offensive potential? Data: Talarian warships are limited to neutral particle weapons, high energy X-ray lasers and merculite rockets. No match for the Enterprise, Captain. Picard: The last thing I want is to be forced into destroying one of their ships. Riker: They won't back off. They've been willing to fight to the death in past encounters. Picard: The lines are being drawn. All this for a chosen son. Worf: Captain, is it worth it, to go to war over a child? Crusher: You might not ask that, Lieutenant, if it was your child. Picard: There must be a way to avoid this. Troi: If we can just reach Jono, help him make some connections with his origins, he may choose to come with us. Riker: You really think Endar would go along with that? Data: If Endar respects Talarian custom, he may have to. According to their tradition, a male child of fourteen has reached the age of decision. He then undergoes a ceremony of initiation, after which he has the freedom to make his own choices. Picard: Endar's entire claim on Jono is based on Talarian custom he'd have a hard time backing away from it now. Worf: Captain, there is a subspace communication from Starfleet Command. Picard: On screen. Worf: Sir, the message is for Jeremiah Rossa. Picard: Have the boy brought to my Ready Room. Connaught: Jeremiah? my name is Connaught Rossa. I am your father's mother. I wish we could talk in person, but that will have to wait. When I heard the miracle that you were alive, I wanted to reach out to you as soon as possible. I find myself wondering what you look like. All I can do is imagine your father at your age. You come from a family that would make you proud. Many of them have given their lives to bring peace to the galaxy. You are the last of the Rossas. I was so very thankful when you were given back to us to carry on the line. Your grandfather and I will greet you with all the love in our hearts. Have a safe journey home, Jeremiah. Jono: She wears a Starfleet uniform. Picard: Yes. Jono: What is her rank? Picard: She is an Admiral. Jono: She outranks you? Picard: Yes. Jono: If I were home now, I would go to the brae, and run along the river run as fast as I could! Picard: Jono. Jono: I can't do any of the things that calm me here. You won't let me have my music, you won't let me make the B'Nar! I feel if I stay still much longer I will die! Picard: Jono, let me show you what I do when I get those feelings. Come on. Picard: Now, you can serve from within either of these two sections by bouncing the ball and hitting it into that top center target. You have to return the ball before it bounces twice. Alright? Let's try it. Picard: Not bad. Jono: I win at all the games. Picard: I can believe it. Picard: Jono? You all right? Jono: I'm fine. Jeremiah: Momma! Moira: Jeremiah! Jono: No! Momma! Picard: It's all right. It's all right. Jono: She was all red. I cried. She didn't answer me. Jono: She used to sing to me. I don't remember the melody, just the sound of her voice. Before I remembered these things, I was strong. And now Picard: It's part of being human, Jono. But, as deeply as you can feel hurt, you can also feel joy. Jono: I do not think so. I think I will always feel like this. Riker: How was the racquetball? Picard: Oh, he gave me quite a game for his first time out. Jono: Yes, Captain. I'm looking forward to next time. Picard: I'm sure you are. Sit down. What would you like? Jono: What is that? Wesley: This is called a banana split. It's quite possibly one of the greatest things in the universe. Here, try some. Data: That is called a spoon. Jono: Forgive me. Data: I fail to understand why this is amusing. Riker: Access your data banks under humor, subheading slapstick. Data: Comedy stressing farce and horseplay. Ah. This, no doubt, is a variation on pie in the face? Riker: Now do you see why it's funny? Data: No, sir, but I will take your word for it. It is very amusing. Wesley: Let's try this again. I'd like a fresh banana split, and another one for my friend here. Waiter: Right away. Picard: Look at him. He's a different person. Riker: Who would have thought we'd see him laugh out loud like that? Picard: Just half an hour ago he was crying like a baby. Crusher: Two bleeders, single plane penetration. I need the autosuture here. Nurse: Yes, Doctor. Crusher: Looks like the blade hit the sternum and was deflected. It could have been a lot worse. Picard: Then it wasn't a dream. Crusher: I'm afraid not. No vital organs pierced, no major arteries. Picard: Where is the boy now? Crusher: Worf has him in security. Hold still. Picard: I want to see him. Here. Now. Crusher: He'll wait until I'm finished. Worf: Talarian warships converging. Range, five hundred kilometers. Riker: On screen. Any communication, Lieutenant Worf? Worf: No, sir. We have an open channel. Wesley: Commander, the warships' closing velocities are slowing. Staggered approach vectors bearing zero, one hundred twenty, and two hundred forty degrees. Riker: Riker to La Forge. Laforge: La Forge here, sir. Riker: The Talarians are moving Riker: Into attack posture. Classic triangular envelopment. Laforge: I've tapped the impulse engines for additional power to shields. Laforge: We're ready, Commander. Worf: Commander, the Captain of the Q'Maire requests communication. Riker: Here we go. On screen. Endar: Captain Picard, have you made your decision? Riker: This is Commander Riker. What are your intentions, Captain Endar? Endar: Where is Captain Picard? Riker: He has been injured. I am in command now. Endar: Very well. Please prepare my son for immediate transport. Riker: I'm afraid that won't be possible. Last night, Jono attacked Captain Picard and tried to murder him. We're holding him in custody. Endar: If he had been returned to me with the others, this would never have happened. I hold you responsible for this incident. Riker: He will have to come with us now, Endar. It is up to Starfleet to decide the consequences. Endar: I do not accept that decision. I repeat, you will prepare my son for immediate transport. If he is not aboard the Q'Maire in five minutes, you will suffer the consequences. Riker: Red alert. Worf: Talarian vessels routing power to forward rockets. Riker: Ready all weapons, Mister Worf. Picard: Jono, why did you do it? Jono: That does not matter. Picard: Yes, I think it does. It matters to me. Jono: What matters is that I have attacked a Captain. I am ready to be put to death. Picard: You think you're going to be killed? Jono: To attack a superior is the worst offense. I will die at your hands. Picard: Jono, you're not going to die at my hands or anyone else's. Jono: But I have committed a terrible crime. Picard: What I want to know is why? You seemed so happy just a few hours ago. Jono: I was. Then I thought about my father. I felt I had betrayed him. I'd be throwing away all that he's given me, all that I'd learned from him. My home, running along the river, playing in the games, sharing victory with my brothers. All the things that are part of my life. As I grew closer and closer to you, I knew that meant leaving more and more of that life behind. Forgive me, Captain, but I could not allow myself to do that. Worf: The Q'Maire is requesting communication on a secure channel, Commander. Riker: On screen. Endar: Commander Riker, you have failed to transport my son aboard the Q'Maire. Riker: Our intentions have not changed, Endar. We're returning him to Starfleet. Endar: I regret your stubbornness. Much will be lost. Picard: One moment, Captain. Captain Endar, last night Jono attacked me with a dagger. Endar: Which he could not have done had he been returned to me with the others! Picard: There was a crime committed on board this ship, but it was not Jono's. It was mine. When we found Jono, it seemed so clear what had to be done. We knew that if only we could persuade him to make the decision to stay, then you would most likely let him. So with the best of intentions, we tried to convince him, and in so doing, we thoroughly failed to listen to his feelings, to his needs. That was the crime, and it has taken a huge toll on a strong and very noble young man. And it must be rectified. He will return home. To the only home he's ever known. And to the father that he loves. To you, Endar. Endar: Thank you, Captain. Picard: Please transmit coordinates for immediate transport. Picard: Goodbye, Jono. Jono: Goodbye, Captain. Thank you.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 44085.7. Due to a medical emergency, we have been forced to cut short a two day liberty on Ogus Two and set course for Starbase four one six. It seems a young man's practical joke has come dangerously close to a lethal conclusion. Riker: Well Mister Potts, why don't we start at the beginning? Jake: We were at the arcade, sir. I brought this balloon with me, filled with red pillion dye. You see, Willie is always making fun of me. I figured I'd get him back. Troi: Hey, hey, slow down. Jake: We programmed the game for an ordinary laser duel. You know, twenty one points. Four points for a Riker: I'm familiar with the game. Go on. Jake: We went out to the forest behind the east arcade. I told Willie that his laser pistol looked kind of funny, almost like a real one. When I went behind the trees, I put the balloon into my vest, and then Riker: So you made your nine year old brother believe that he'd killed you? Jake: Yes, sir. Riker: And then he ran away? Jake: Yes, sir. Riker: And while he was hiding he ate the fruit of a cove palm. Jake: It was just a joke, sir. I didn't think this was going to happen. Riker: Are you aware of the infectious nature of the parasites which inhabit cove palm? Jake: I am, I am now, sir. Riker: Are you also familiar with the terms I agreed to keep you boys on the Enterprise when your parents went on sabbatical? Jake: That we'd stay out of trouble, sir. Riker: Mister Data? Data: On my way, sir. Riker: Think about it, Mister Potts. And while you're at it, think about what may have happened had we not been this close to a starbase medical facility. Riker: Were you able to contact the boy's parents? Data: They've been made fully aware of the situation, sir. Riker: Good. Escort this young man to the quarantine anteroom. Perhaps he could assist us in lifting his brother's spirits. Data: Aye, sir. Jake: He really could die. Data: Fortunately we are only two days from Starbase four one six, and their laboratory can isolate Jake: Can isolate what, sir? Jake: Their laboratory can isolate what, Commander? Sir, sir, I know I made a mistake, and I can tell you're angry, but if you're not going to talk to me Riker: Back so soon, Mister Data? Laforge: La Forge to Bridge. Picard: Go ahead, Commander. Laforge: Captain, we've completed our dilithium vector calibrations. We are currently at warp four point five. You're clear to increase to warp seven. Picard: Very good, Geordi. Let me know if you Worf: Captain, did you request a course correction? Laforge: I didn't say we could increase speed to warp nine point one, sir. Wesley: New course set for heading three four one mark two two one. Riker: Course set by whom? Wesley: Not by me, Commander. Picard: What's going on? Riker: Data, who programmed the new coordinates? Wesley: Warp nine point three, Commander. Laforge: I don't advise this, Captain. Laforge: If we're going to maintain our realignment progressions we shouldn't be pushing warp eight for at least an hour. Picard: Commander. Computer: Evacuate Bridge. Deck one life support failure in thirty seconds. Riker: Turbolifts two, three, four, everyone. Picard: Transfer helm to Engineering, Geordi. Laforge: Aye, sir. Riker: La Forge, let's get a diagnostic sweep underway. Computer: Evacuate Bridge. Deck one life support failure in twenty seconds. Picard: Reassemble in Engineering. Computer: Evacuate Bridge. Deck one life support failure in ten seconds. Computer: Deck one life support has been terminated. Kopf: Our velocity is holding steady at warp nine point three. Do you wish to override, Commander? Laforge: No, not yet. Computer, isolate cause of life support failure. Computer: Atmosphere conditioning pumps on deck one are operating in negative mode. Laforge: How could that be? There are seven independent safety interlocks to prevent that. Laforge: Captain, I believe we've found the problem, but it really doesn't make sense. Picard: Bring the Enterprise to a full stop, Commander. Laforge: Aye, sir. Full stop, Ensign. Kopf: It's not responding, sir. Laforge: I'm going to have to do this at the manual input level, sir. Wes. Riker: We're still at the altered heading, Captain, holding at warp nine point three. Worf: Captain. Force fields have been established on all main Bridge turbolift doors and service crawlways. Picard: Computer, locate Lieutenant Commander Data. Computer: Commander Data is on the main Bridge. Riker: What the hell is he up to? Picard: Number One, take a security team up to deck two. Try and break through from below. Commander? Laforge: Everything's locked up, Captain. We have no control of impulse or warp engines from here. Wesley: Navigation's not responding either, sir. Picard: Picard to main bridge. Picard: Commander Data, do you hear me? I repeat. Data, do you hear Data: Computer. Recognize Data, Lieutenant Commander. Alpha One clearance. Computer: Priority clearance recognition Alpha One. Data: Maintain minimum auxiliary power and disengage subspace communications. Computer: Acknowledged. Wesley: He is on the Bridge, sir. Picard: Mister La Forge, prepare for saucer separation. Wesley: Sir, we're at Warp nine three. Picard: I am aware of the risks, Ensign. When the umbilical splits, we should regain primary control, do you agree? Laforge: Yes, sir. Picard: The saucer module should fall out of warp in two minutes. Be prepared to sweep back. Pull it in with a tractor beam. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Initiate auto sequence. Data: Computer, recognize Picard, Jean-Luc. Alpha Two clearance. Computer: Priority clearance recognition, Alpha Two. Data: Cancel separation sequence. Computer: Sequence canceled. Data: Isolate all remaining command functions and accept related orders and inquiries from main Bridge only. Laforge: The separation sequence has been aborted, Captain. Picard: Computer, recognize Jean-Luc Picard, Alpha Two priority, and re-establish separation procedure immediately. Computer: Orders regarding command functions are no longer accepted from your present location. Picard: And just what location are they accepted from? Computer: Interface terminals on main Bridge only. Wesley: You're the only one who has clearance to localize command functions. Picard: It seems Commander Data has it them as well. Worf: The isolinear subprocessor extends three point five meters. Riker: I've got a clear path to panel J14 baker. What's that going to do for us? Worf: J14 baker backs onto science station two, Commander. Riker: Have they reinverted the environmental control sequencer? Worf: Yes, sir. Life support has been re-established. Riker: Then you and Casey get up here. Let's get to it. Data: Computer, configure a perimeter field charge, sections Nine K through Twelve T. Riker: What the hell was that? Worf: He's activated a force field, sir. Riker: Great. Just great. Picard: Chief O'Brien. O'Brien: Yes, Captain. Picard: We had better disable the site to site transport function. Picard: When we get wherever we're going, I don't want Mister Data beaming off the Bridge. O'Brien: I'll get right to it, sir. Picard: Doctor Crusher. Crusher: Yes, Captain. Picard: Is your quarantine intact? Crusher: So far, sickbay force fields don't seem to have been affected. Picard: The boy? Crusher: He's alright. But he's not going to stay alright. Sir, we have to get this ship to a starbase medical facility. Picard: It seems, Doctor Picard: That Data has other plans for the Enterprise right now. Crusher: Oh, Come on, I can't believe that. Everybody's played a practical joke on somebody at one time or another. Willie: Not me. Crusher: Not even a little one? How about April Fools? I can't believe that you're telling me that you've never tried to pull something even on April Fools' Day? Willie: What for? It's never funny to the one getting fooled. Crusher: Well, I'm sure your brother didn't intend for it too get out this of hand. Certainly not to the degree it has. Take a deep breath. Willie: What's so funny about making someone think you killed them? Crusher: Take a deep breath. Have you been drinking all the water I asked you to? Willie: Yes. Crusher: Well, keep it up. There might have a short delay in reaching starbase and I want Jake: There, you see? How can I tell him if he's not going to listen to me? Troi: Why don't you try, Jake? Jake: It's just a waste of time. He won't listen. Data: Computer, prepare to transport me directly to the following coordinates. Computer: Site to site transport interlocks have been manually deactivated. Data: Can you override? Computer: Negative. Data: Show me the shortest route to Transporter room one. Computer, prepare to activate cascade force field sequence in the following progression. Laforge: No matter what we try, the computer will only accept commands from the Bridge, sir. Worf: He has blocked every subspace channel, sir. We cannot even call for help. Picard: Have you tried tracing back navigation inputs? Wesley: We don't even know what star system we're in, sir. Riker: The only way we knew we'd come out of warp was by looking out a window. O'Brien: O'Brien to Captain Picard. Picard: Go ahead, Chief. O'Brien: Captain, he's up to something. Picard: What now? O'Brien: He discovered the site to site lockout. I wouldn't be surprised if he O'Brien: Tried to make it to a transporter room now. Picard: Mister Worf, I want security teams along the main passageways and in every transporter room. And see if the computer would be good enough to give you the precise stun setting to disable Mister Data. Worf: Yes, sir. Picard: Computer, estimate the time from this location to Starbase four one six at warp nine. Computer: Inquiries regarding command functions are no longer accepted from your present location. Data: Computer, establish a security code for access to all functions previously transferred to Bridge. Computer: Enter code. Data: One seven three four six seven three two one four seven six Charlie three two seven eight nine seven seven seven six four three Tango seven three two Victor seven three one one seven eight eight eight seven three two four seven six seven eight nine seven six four three seven six. Lock. Computer: Security code intact for all specified inquiries and orders. Data: Computer, initiate cascade sequence, accepting instructions from Commander Data en route. Now. Laforge: He's out! Security team approaching location. Data: Intersection eight J, aft port. Establish. Worf: I order you to stop. Data: Computer, begin scan phase. Worf: No, no, that's too close. Riker: This has gone far enough, Data. Data: Computer, three meter cross seal. O'Brien: I wouldn't advise that, sir. The phase coils don't take well to ricochets. Riker: What's he doing? O'Brien: He's reactivating the site to site transport interlocks. Riker: Does that mean he'll be able to Soong: You're right on time. Soong: Open. One of these. And one of these. There you are. Data: I fail to recall how I arrived here. Soong: I sent for you. In a manner of speaking. Data: And who are you, sir? Data to Enterprise. Enterprise, do you read me? Soong: I always loved that face. Please sit down. Data: We were heading for a medical facility. I was taking the boy's brother to Sickbay and Soong: I'm sure your starship will be back for you soon. Please, sit down. Data: I must find a way to contact the Enterprise. Soong: Tell me, do I look somewhat familiar to you? Data: You do bear a resemblance to Doctor Noonian Soong, the cyberneticist who constructed me. But, Doctor Soong was killed shortly afterward by the Crystalline Entity. Soong: There we are. It's your lucky day, Data. You've found your long lost father, and he's alive. What do you think of that? Data: But the colony was destroyed. There were no survivors. Soong: I've never felt too comfortable living anywhere without a prearranged route of escape. I admit, I wouldn't have guessed I'd be running from a giant snowflake, but Data: It is really you. Laforge: Captain, the quarantine field in Sickbay. Picard: You have access to it? Wesley: When he transferred force field control to the Bridge, he must have only specified fields he was planning to initiate. The quarantine field was already operating. Laforge: Under normal circumstances, we could divert that field energy and use it to cancel the force field protecting the Bridge, but we have to retain the medical quarantine. Picard: Determine the absolute minimum field energy Doctor Crusher needs and use the rest to get me onto my Bridge. Crusher: How are you this morning? Willie: Not so great. I'm having trouble standing up. I get sort of dizzy. Crusher: You heard the old story about the man who goes to his doctor? He says, Doctor, it hurts when I raise my arm like this. The Doctor says, then don't raise your arm like that. Willie: So, if I get dizzy standing up Crusher: Then don't stand up. Laforge: Okay Doc, we're ready. If all goes well, you shouldn't notice a thing. Crusher: Make sure it goes well, Commander. Crusher: Your brother tells me that you still won't speak to him. Willie: So? Crusher: It's very hard on him, too. He feels very guilty about what happened. He's your brother. Willie: Why is everybody so worried about him? I'm the one who's sick. I'm the one who's going to die. Crusher: Hey, nobody is going to die, Willie. Do you hear me? Nobody! Worf: Captain, we are in. Picard: We're on our way, Lieutenant. Worf: Computer, restore tactical station. Computer: Deactivation of command function overrides requires Alpha Two clearance. Riker: Beverly thinks its going to be tight. Let's hope he didn't take us too far off course. Picard: Let's hope. Worf: It won't answer to my clearance, sir. Picard: Computer, this is Captain Picard. Return all command functions to the stations. Computer: Alpha Two clearance recognized. Please enter security code. Picard: Security code? Laforge: Data! I was afraid of something like this. Worf: Sensors are operative. Riker: Well, at least that's something. What have you got? Worf: No fix on Data, but I am picking up a single life form on the surface, sir. It appears human. Picard: That's a human that has the answers to a lot of questions. Worf: Something else. Picard: What is it? Worf: A small vessel, entering orbit. I detect no lifeforms aboard, sir. Soong: Good. Good, good, good. Keep it up. Keep it up. Old Tom Handy swore you'd never master that. Data, Data, whistle for me. Soong: Oh, well. All right, that's enough. Sit down. Beautiful, beautiful. You know, I've been able to keep track of you from time to time. You've become something of a celebrity in cybernetic circles. Data, why Starfleet? Data: Sir? Soong: I gave you the ability to choose whatever you wanted. To do whatever you wanted. Why Starfleet? Data: It was Starfleet officers who rescued me. Soong: Ah. So you decided to emulate your emancipators, huh? How disappointing. Data: What choice of vocation would have met with your approval, sir? Soong: Well, I often hoped you might become a scientist. Perhaps even a cyberneticist. Data: To follow in your footsteps, as it were? Soong: I see nothing wrong with that. Data: May I ask you a question, sir? Soong: Certainly. Anything you like. Data: Why did you create me? Soong: Why does a painter paint? Why does a boxer box? You know what Michelangelo used to say? That the sculptures he made were already there before he started, hidden in the marble. All he needed to do was remove the unneeded bits. It wasn't quite that easy with you, Data. But the need to do it, my need to do it, was no different than Michelangelo's need. Now let me ask you a question. Why are humans so fascinated by old things? Data: Old things? Soong: Old buildings, churches, walls, ancient things, antique things, tables, clocks, knick knacks. Why? Why, why? Data: There are many possible explanations. Soong: If you brought a Noophian to Earth, he'd probably look around and say, tear that old village down, it's hanging in rags. Build me something new, something efficient. But to a human, that old house, that ancient wall, it's a shrine, something to be cherished. Again, I ask you, why? Data: Perhaps, for humans, old things represent a tie to the past. Soong: What's so important about the past? People got sick, they needed money. Why tie yourself to that? Data: Humans are mortal. They seem to need a sense of continuity. Soong: Ah hah!! Why? Data: To give their lives meaning. A sense of purpose. Soong: And this continuity, does it only run one way, backwards, to the past? Data: I suppose it is a factor in the human desire to procreate. Soong: So you believe that having children gives humans a sense of immortality, do you? Data: It is a reasonable explanation to your query, sir. Soong: And to yours as well, Data. Data: Lore! Soong: Looks like we have ourselves a family reunion. Soong: Open. Data: I implore you, do not reactivate him. Soong: Don't be ridiculous, Data. Lore is far from the maniacal android you have made him out to be. In any case, he'll obey me. He always did. Data: But he admitted to an alliance with the Crystal Entity. To gain its favor, he betrayed the colonists and would have betrayed the Enterprise as well had I not Soong: Shh! One more. That should do it. Lore: So, you're still alive. I'm surprised you woke me. Why didn't you just take me apart again and be done with it? That is why the two of you captured me, isn't it? Soong: Data had nothing to do with this, Lore. And nobody captured you. Not exactly, that is. You see, both of your brains contain a simple homing device. Data's was activated purposefully. Yours, well, until you walked through that door I had no idea you'd ever been reassembled. Lore: No thanks to you. But thanks to you, dear brother, I spent nearly two years drifting in space. If it hadn't been for a fortunate encounter with a Pakled trade ship, I'd still be out there. Data: I had no alternative. You would have destroyed the Enterprise. Lore: Well, since I appear to be an uninvited guest at your little party, I'll leave you with your beloved son and be on my way. Soong: Lore, wait. There are questions I can answer. You'll have no chance to ask them later. You see, I'm dying. Soong: Yes, I'm dying. Data: Dying from what, sir? Lore: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. What do you mean, you're dying? You look fine. You're not that old. You look fine. What is this? Some kind of a trick? Soong: I wish it were. Worf: We have control of sensors, life support and auxiliary power, Captain. Nothing more. Picard: The code, Mister La Forge? Laforge: We can't even locate the file address. At least that would tell us how many digits we're talking about. Not that it would really help. Picard: I want something that will really help. Crusher: And quickly too. Willie Potts has twenty four hours, thirty six tops. If it goes much longer than that, the only thing left for Starbase four one six will be to do a postmortem. Riker: Geordi, if the computer's programmed to allow Data to transport down, it would figure that it would allow him to beam back up. Right? Laforge: It would figure. Riker: And Data would have left a trace imprint when he beamed down? Laforge: Sure. Everyone does. Riker: So what would be involved in pulling that trace and finding a way to make the computer think someone else is Data? Maybe a few someone else's? Laforge: We'd have to access the transport controller, reset it to a testing mode, convince it that it's back in school accepting simulated inputs. That's not going to be easy without the main computer. But I suppose we could network a few tricorders together. Picard: Try, Mister La Forge. Laforge: Yes, sir. Lore: You did what you had to do? What kind of answer is that? Soong: The only one I can give you. You were not functioning properly. Data: Lore told me the colonists envied him because you made him so completely human. Soong: I wouldn't exactly have used the word envious, Data. Lore: You disassembled me. You took me apart. Data: Lore also told me the colonists petitioned you to replace him with a less perfect android. Soong: The last thing you should think of yourself as, Data, is less perfect. The two of you are virtually identical, except for a bit of programming. Data: It was a lie. Another lie. Lore: I would have proven myself worth to you, if you'd just given me a chance. But it was easier just to turn your back and build your precious Data. Soong: You were the first. You meant as much to me as Data ever did, but you were unstable. The colonists were not envious of you, they were afraid of you. You were unstable. Data: I am not less perfect than Lore. Lore: Why didn't you just fix me? It was within your power to fix me. Soong: It wasn't as easy as that. The next, the next logical step was to construct Data. Afterward, I planned to get back to you, to fix you. Lore: Next logical step. Data: I am not less perfect than Lore. Lore: I am not less perfect than Lore. Soong: Enough! Both of you, sit down. Sit down. For all these years I've been plagued by what went wrong. With all of your complexities, Lore, your nuances, basic emotions seemed almost simple by comparison. But the emotion turned, and twisted, became entangled with ambition. Lore, if I had known you were no longer sitting in pieces on some distant shelf, if I had known that I could simply press a button and bring you here, I would have spent those years trying to make things right for you as well. But all I knew of was Data. So I worked long and hard, and now I believe I've succeeded. This is why I brought you here, Data. Basic emotions. Simple feelings, Data. Your feelings. I've imagined how hard it's been for you, living amongst beings so moved by emotion. Lore: I don't have to imagine. I know how hard it's been. You'd be surprised, Data. Feelings do funny things. You may even learn to understand your evil brother. To forgive him. We will be more alike, Data, you and I. You'll see. I'm happy for you. Data: I question your sincerity, Lore. Soong: Perhaps with this you'll learn to be more trusting, Data. Your brother has had good reason to be bitter. Data: But sir, Lore was responsible for Soong: He wasn't given the chance that you and I were given, to live. But now I'm sure he understands why I had to do what I had to do. If there were only time, Lore. What a shame. The procedure is quite simple. I'm tired. I need to rest, first, I'm tired. Picard: They're sure this is going to work? Riker: Nobody knows the transporters better than O'Brien and La Forge. They tell me they've managed more than a little sleight of hand with our authorisation codes. Picard: They can insert them into the recall loop? Riker: The computer should think all three of us are Data. Riker: I just hope we don't all beam back looking like Data. O'Brien: Whenever you say, sir. Picard: Bring him home, Number One. Energize. Soong: Data? Lore: 'The sons of the prophet were valiant and bold, And quite unaccustomed to fear. But of all the most reckless, Or so I am told, Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.' Soong: How do you feel? Lore: I've always loved that ditty. I could never quite get the cadence right. Thank you, Father. Soong: You called me Father. Lore: What would you prefer I called you? Often Wrong? Soong: What did Lore tell you about that? Lore: That is what the colonists called you, isn't it? Often Wrong Soong. It's a very sloppy rhyme. Wrong Soong. Wrong Soong. It just doesn't work. Let's see. Soong: Data, how you are feeling? Lore: Often Wrong's got a broken heart. Can't even tell his boys apart. Soong: Lore! Lore: Well, well, well, well, well. You're not as feeble as I thought you were. Soong: This won't work. Those circuits, they weren't designed for you. Where's Data? Lore: Where's Data? You didn't fill Data with substandard parts, did you, old man. No, that honor was bestowed upon me. You owe me, old man. Not him, me! Soong: It was not meant for you. You're not listening to me. It must be removed. Lore: Nice try, Often Wrong. Nice try. I don't know exactly what it's doing, but its doing something. Soong: I didn't know you were alive. If I had Lore: 'There were brave men a-plenty, All well known to fame, Who served in the ranks of the Tsar.' Worf: The human is here. Riker: And Data? Worf: No way of knowing. Riker: Set them on stun. Laforge: Down here. Riker: Worf. Riker: It's all right. Take it easy. Laforge: This, this is Doctor Noonian Soong. Riker: That's impossible. Soong's dead. Laforge: No, I'm telling you. Look at this stuff. It's Soong, all right. Riker: Here. Let me. Riker: Would you mind telling me what's going on here? Data: He surprised me. Laforge: Commander. Data: What has happened here? Doctor. Doctor Soong. Soong: So alike. He saw I couldn't tell you apart. There was only one chip. I tried to tell him, but I couldn't. If I wanted to I couldn't build another one. Riker: Tried to tell who? Damn it, Data, what's going on? Data: Lore, sir. He was inadvertently summoned here by the same signal which activated my homing circuitry. It seems that after nearly two years in interstellar space, he was Riker: Mister Data, there's a very sick little boy onboard the Enterprise who's not getting any better. We're dead in the water until you get us out of here. Soong: It's all right. Access your third nested memory file and execute instruction five one five five. That will clear your memory block. Data: I was unaware of having caused any inconvenience, sir. Riker: We'll discuss it later, Mister Data. Doctor, you're coming with us, too. You need to get to Sickbay. Soong: Young man, I've lived here a long time. I have no plans to die anywhere else. Data: But sir, our medical facility may be able to Soong: Go, go, go, go Data. Go. Go with your friends. Data: May I say goodbye to Doctor Soong, sir? Alone, sir? Soong: Everybody dies, Data. Well, almost everybody. Data: Do you believe that we are in some ways alike, sir? Soong: Yes, in many ways, I'd like to believe. Data: Then it is alright for you to die, because I will remain alive. You know that I cannot grieve for you, sir. Soong: You will, in your own way. Goodbye. Goodbye, Data. Data: Goodbye, Father. Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 44091.1. We have been at Starbase four one six for three days. Young Willie Potts is responding well to treatment and has been returned to the Enterprise. Picard: The transfer went well? Crusher: He'll remain in quarantine for another week or two, but he's out of the woods. Picard: Splendid. Picard: Mister Data, I see you gifts have been well received. Data: Yes, sir. The boys appear to have reconciled their differences. Crusher: They're brothers, Data. Brothers forgive.

Scene: Captain's Log: Stardate 44012.3 The Enterprise remains docked at McKinley Station, undergoing a major overhaul and refit following the Borg incident. I am confident that the ship and her crew will soon be ready to return to service. Riker: Thank you. Please take that to Engineering. Worf: Phaser upgrades are complete, Commander. Riker: Already? Worf: And we have begun power supply calibration. Riker: You're just too damned efficient, Lieutenant. Worf: Thank you, sir. Riker: Continue with the testing, Mister Worf. Here's the final schedule for the shore leave and for the personnel transfers. By the way, I'm looking forward to meeting your parents. Worf: Sir? Riker: They're on the visitors' list. You didn't know? Worf: No, sir. It is inappropriate for a Klingon to receive family while on duty. As humans, my parents do not understand. Riker: Well, I'm not sure that I would either, Worf, since this isn't a Klingon ship. If you don't want to see your parents, that's your business, but we don't get to Earth all that often. I'm sure we can arrange for you to have more off duty time while they're here. Worf: No, sir. That will not be necessary. Riker: Dismissed. Mister Worf, if you're worried that they might learn about what happened on the Klingon planet Worf: Not at all. I have already informed them by correspondence of my discommendation. I do not believe any human can truly understand my dishonor. Troi: So, where have you decided to go? Picard: Hmm? What? Oh, er, France. Labarre. My home village. Troi: Really? Picard: Yes. It's the first time in almost twenty years. Troi: Interesting. Picard: Counselor. Troi: I just find it interesting. Captain Jean-Luc Picard, the man who couldn't be pried out of his seat for a vacation for three years Picard: It's Earth. It's home. Do I need another reason? Troi: I don't know. What do you think? Picard: Your help has been invaluable during my recovery, but, look, I'm better. The injuries are healing. Troi: Those you can see in the mirror. Picard: The nightmares have ended. All I need now is a little time to myself. Troi: I agree. In fact, I'm delighted you're going. It's just that the choice of where you're going could stand some scrutiny. Picard: If you wish to believe that my going home is a direct result of being held captive by the Borg, be my guest. Troi: Is that what you believe? Picard: I hate it when you do that. Troi: Captain, you do need time. You cannot achieve complete recovery so quickly. And it's perfectly normal, after what you've been through, to spend a great deal of time trying to find yourself again. Picard: And what better place to find oneself than on the streets of one's home village. Troi: Interesting. Have a good trip, Captain. Worf: They still have not signaled? O'Brien: No sir. Worf: My mother is never on time. It is so human of her. O'Brien: Well, you know women. Worf: I am not looking forward to this. I wish they would come so it would begin and end sooner. O'Brien: I know what you mean, Lieutenant. Worf: Unlikely. O'Brien: Last time my old man was on board I found him chasing Nurse Stanton around a biobed in Sickbay. Worf: I am not concerned about my father chasing nurses. O'Brien: Yeah, but it's always something with parents, isn't it. Female: Enterprise, this is Earth Station Bobruisk. Two to transport aboard. O'Brien: Energizing. Worf: Mother. Father. Helena: Worf! Sergey: You look good, son. Put on a little weight, huh? Worf: No. Sergey: Sure you have. Looks good on you. Still working out with those Holodeck monsters, I bet. Worf: Let me take you to Sergey: Always good to meet another Chief Petty Officer. Sergey Rozhenko, formerly of the USS Intrepid. O'Brien: Miles Edward O'Brien, sir. Good to meet you. Sergey: Don't call me sir. I used to work for a living. Helena: He's joking. The proudest day of his life was when Worf earned his commission. Sergey: Can you imagine an old enlisted man like me raising a boy to be an officer? Helena: Come on, Sergey. There's plenty of time to chat with the boys. Your father has been so looking forward to this. Sergey: Yes, I want to see everything. The whole ship. At home I have all the specs and diagrams of the Galaxy-class starships. Worf: We are in the midst of a repair. I cannot give you a complete tour. Sergey: I'm sure if you asked the Captain Helena: You agreed not to embarrass him. Besides, we have come to see Worf, not the ship. Sergey: Fine. Fine. Okay. Helena: Your hair's a little longer, isn't it, Worf? Picard: All right, whoever you are, I can hear you. Picard: Oh, good lord, a highwayman. Rene: A what? Picard: A highwayman. It's a robber who attacks travelers, but none have been reported in this vicinity for centuries. Rene: But I'm not a robber. Picard: I am much relieved, sir. Rene: I know who you are. Picard: Then, you have the advantage. Rene: You're my nephew, Jean-Luc. From the starship Enterprise. Picard: Then you must be my uncle Rene. Rene: I'm not your uncle. It's the other way around. Picard: Too bad. I rather enjoyed the idea. Rene: Why have you been away so long? Picard: Well, Starfleet keeps me very busy. Rene: Father says you don't like it here. Picard: I'm sure you misunderstood. Rene: No, I didn't. He said so. Picard: Well, Robert and I, we. Perhaps it's time to change all that. Rene: You know, you don't seem so arrow. Arrow. You know. Picard: Arrogant? Rene: Yes, arrogant. You don't seem that way to me. What does it mean anyway, arrogant son of a Picard: Let's talk about that later, shall we? Rene: Mummy! He's here! Mummy, he's here! Marie: Jean-Luc! Picard: Marie. Marie: It is so good to finally meet you. Picard: For me, too. Marie: How are you feeling? Picard: Oh, I'm fine. Marie: Well, Robert and I are delighted that you've come to stay with us. Picard: I was, I was thinking I, I might be imposing. I could very easily stay in the village. Marie: I wouldn't hear of it. It's your home and it will always be your home. Do things look that different? Picard: No. In fact, it's amazing how little it has changed. Everything is exactly as I remember it. The house, the hills, every tree, every bush seems untouched by the passage of time. Marie: Robert's worked hard to keep it that way. It's very important to him. Picard: As it was to our father. Rene: Someday I'm going to be a starship captain. Picard: You look exactly like Robert when he was your age. I half expect to see myself as a boy come running out that door to play. Marie: Robert can't wait to see you. Picard: Rene already told me. Where is he? Marie: As usual, with his vines. Robert: So, you arrived all right. Welcome home, Captain. Picard: Hello, Robert. Robert: You've shuttled in from the village? Picard: No I decided to walk. I met Marie and Rene. Robert: Good. Good. Picard: It's good to see you. Robert: Are you tired? Picard: No. Robert: Make yourself at home. You know where everything is. We generally eat about eight. I must try and cure this poor, sick vine. I'll see you shortly. Crusher: So, you'll have a chance to visit the surface? Troi: Maybe. Will and I have been talking about going back to Angel Falls. Crusher: Oh, Venezuela's beautiful. Crusher: Come in. Crusher: Great. Thank you. (When she opens it we see the label - Lt Cmdr Jack R Crusher, USS Stargazer NCC 2893) Troi: Something from home? Crusher: I left it here in storage a long time ago after Jack died. Odds and ends, mostly. Troi: How to Advance Your Career through Marriage? Crusher: It was a joke. Jack sent it to me while I was still in medical school. It was his way of proposing to me. Troi: What's that? Crusher: It's for Wesley, from Jack. I'd forgotten it. Maybe I was just trying to forget it. Troi: Why? Crusher: Jack recorded a holographic message to Wesley just after he was born. It was a gift for when he grew up. Jack was going to make many more of them. He never had the chance. Troi: Are you afraid of what it might say? Crusher: No, I just don't know if it'll do more harm than good. Wesley's finally come to terms with his father's death. Troi: Wesley has a lot of questions about his father. Things that you can't answer for him. Perhaps seeing this will help him understand. Crewwoman: Check completed, sir. Sergey: So we walked into the school and we don't know what to expect. Is Worf hurt? Is he in some kind of trouble? The door opens and there is our little seven year old sitting on a chair and glaring across the room at five teenage boys, all of them with bloody noses. Helena: And then the principal looked up and said, please tell me he's an only child. Worf: We have taken enough of the Commander's time. Laforge: No, no, no, we're way ahead of schedule here. Sergey: I just wanted to tell him the story about Helena: Enough stories, Sergey. Sergey: Okay. Okay. Enough stories. Well, how about giving us a look at the new engine core. I used to be a warp field specialist on the old Excelsior class. Laforge: I'd be delighted. Mrs. Rozhenko? Helena: No, no, no, no, no. You two go ahead. Your father will be hours. Worf, why don't you show me the arboretum? Worf: Commander La Forge, call me when you, when my father wishes to leave. Sergey: I can find my own way. Turbolift four is just over there, right? I have all the specs and designs at home. Laforge: The theta-matrix compositer makes the recrystallization process ten times more efficient than the old Excelsior class ships. Sergey: Amazing. Commander, if you have a couple of minutes, there is something else I want to ask you. Laforge: Sure, Chief. Sergey: It's about my son. Marie: Your friend Louis wants you to contact him as soon as you're settled. Picard: Is he still trying to raise the ocean floor? Marie: Oh yes, he's very excited about it. He's been made a supervisor now, as his wife is constantly reminding anyone who'll listen. Robert: I see no good reason why the Earth should have another subcontinent. Picard: It's really quite exciting, actually, if you understand the potential of exploring a new world on our own planet. Robert: Well, I'm afraid that I do not understand this potential. Marie: The Mayor wants to give you a parade. Picard: A parade? Marie: Give you the keys to the city. Picard: No. No, no, no, no. Robert: He just needs a little arm twisting, dear, coaxing. Picard: No. he does not. I'm here to rest and spend some time with my family. Marie: Well, I've already warned the Mayor not to make any plans without talking to us. All: Salut. Picard: Is this the forty six? Robert: Forty seven. You've been drinking too much of that artificial stuff. What do you call it? Synthehol? It's spoiled you. Ruined your palate. Picard: On the contrary. I think that synthehol heightens one's appreciation for the genuine article. Robert: Delicious, Marie. Marie: Thank you. Picard: Leave it to Robert to find the best cook in France, then marry her. Robert: Yes, but sadly cooking is becoming a lost art. That's your wretched technology again. Marie: Robert and I have had more than a few discussions about getting a replicator in the house. Picard: I remember the same discussions between mother and father. Robert: Father understood better than anybody else the danger of losing those values which we hold most precious. Picard: I don't see that you have to lose anything just by adding a convenience. Robert: You wouldn't, but in my view, life is already too convenient. Marie: This is a very old argument. Rene: I wrote a report on starships for school. Marie: And he won a ribbon for it. Rene: The teacher said it was one of the best he'd ever heard. Picard: Good for you, Uncle. You know what? I once wrote a report about starships when I was about your age. Rene: Did you win a ribbon too? Picard: I don't recall. Robert: And I don't find your modesty very unconvincing, brother. Of course you won the ribbon. You always did. Rene: Do you still have it? Your report. Picard: No, I don't think so. Rene: Well, I still have mine. Marie: Why don't you go and get it, and then you can read it to your uncle. Robert: It's hard enough to protect him, protect him from all that's out there without you encouraging him. Picard: I am not encouraging him. If you weren't so narrow minded, if you allowed him to see the world as it really is Robert: You raise your own sons as you would wish, and allow me to do the same with mine. Louis: One man's idea of paradise. Picard: No, my dear Louis, two men. Robert's and my father's. Louis: Never did I know anyone less interested in grapes than you, Jean-Luc. Picard: No, not true. I was interested. And I was proud that my family were helping to preserve the traditions. I just didn't feel bound by those traditions. Louis: You always reached for the future and your brother for the past. Picard: There should be room for both in this life. And what about you, you old rascal. You've taken quite a shift into the future yourself. Louis: Well, hydroponics turned out to be so dull. Picard: You should have listened to me at the beginning. Louis: If I had listened to you, I never would have taken that cycling trip with the Bloom sisters. Picard: And broken your leg. Louis: And got married twice. Picard: I hear you've been promoted to supervisor of the Atlantis project. Louis: I'm one of two hundred supervisors, although my wife would have you believe I run the entire project. Picard: Well. it's certainly very exciting work. I've kept up on it in the journals. Louis: Really? Picard: It's only. There's just one thing I don't understand. You were such a rotten swimmer, Louis. Thinking of you working on the ocean floor. Louis: I suppose we all find ways to confront our greatest fears. Picard: Seriously, how do you plan to accelerate the buildup on the underside of the mantle without increasing the stress on the tectonic plates? Louis: You really have kept up, haven't you? The truth is we don't know, yet. Picard: On the Enterprise, we used harmonic resonators to relieve the tectonic pressures on Drema Four. Obviously, it's not the same problem but Louis: You know, it's such a shame. The government is looking for someone to take over the project. A real leader who'll go in there and get things moving. And they are looking for you, Jean-Luc. I know, I know, you'd never leave Starfleet. Picard: No, I'd never leave Starfleet. Louis: That's what I thought, but if nothing else, why don't I send over some of the internal studies of the tectonic problem, since you're interested? We could use any thoughts you might have. Picard: All right. Sergey: It's a great crew, son, and they think the world of you. Helena: They really do. Worf: Mother, Father, I wish you would be a little more reserved while you are on board. Helena: I know. We go too far, sometimes. Sergey: We're just excited to be here. Riker: Riker to Lieutenant Worf. Worf: Worf here. Riker: I need to talk to you about the phaser test results. Worf: On my way, Commander. Have Guinan call me if you need anything. Sergey: Maybe we should just leave it alone. Helena: I can't just leave it alone. I'm his mother. Guinan: You know, sooner or later, everyone comes in here. They stand by those windows and they look out and the stare. They're looking for that little star they call home. It doesn't matter how far away it is, everybody looks anyway. I'm Guinan. Pleased to meet you. You're Worf's parents? Sergey: Sergey and Helena Rozhenko Guinan: Welcome. Sit, please. There's something I would like to ask you. Helena: Please. Guinan: How come you never gave him prune juice? Helena: I beg your pardon? Guinan: He said he'd never had it till he came here. Mow he can't get enough of it. Helena: Worf? Sergey: He never wanted any human food while he was growing up. Everything had to be Klingon. Helena: I learned to cook rokeg blood pie. Sergey: However, we never quite learned how to eat it. Helena: It was a difficult adolescence. Guinan: But you got through it. Sergey: We didn't do anything special. Guinan: Didn't you? Just look at him. I think he's pretty special. Helena: We knew it wouldn't be easy for him, growing up without other Klingons to go to for guidance. Sergey: We had to let him discover and explore his heritage by himself, let him find his own path. Guinan: So many parents could learn so much from the two of you. Helena: Well, I'm afraid that Worf feels that we do not understand him. Guinan: Well, part of him may feel that way, but there's another part that I've seen. A part that comes in and drinks prune juice. A part that looks out the window towards home. He's not looking toward the Klingon Empire. He's looking toward you. Marie: Jean Luc? Are you all right? Picard: I seem to have made a rather disturbing discovery. Louis mentioned the Atlantis project needed a director, and I found myself actually thinking about it. Marie: Why shouldn't you? Picard: Leaving my career, the Enterprise? Marie: Considering what you've just been through Picard: No, it's not that. Or is it? Marie: Besides, it would be wonderful to have you back home. Given a little time, maybe you and your brother might even get to like one another. Picard: Well, I already like his choice in wives. I never thanked you for your correspondence. It made me feel like part of the family. Marie: You're not like part of the family. You are part of the family, Jean Luc Picard. Robert: Don't worry, my dear, I've got it. Louis: Robert. Marie: Louis, come in. Let me get you some wine. You can talk business. Robert: Business? Picard: Well, there's nothing much to talk about. Louis: I'm interested to know what you thought about our plans. Picard: I've only had a chance to glance at them. I've a few ideas. Louis: Wonderful. We should discuss them with the board of governors. I've set up a meeting. Picard: Meeting? Louis: Just a preliminary conversation. Tomorrow morning? Picard: Preliminary to what? Louis: They want you. I mentioned your interest in the project, that's all. That's all I had to say. They jumped at the prospect. Picard: I never said there was a prospect. Louis: At least listen to them, Jean-Luc. Picard: All right. Very good. Fine. I'll listen. Louis: You won't regret it, Jean-Luc. I promise you. I'll see you in the morning. Wesley: I don't understand, Mom. What kind of message? Crusher: I don't know exactly. Your father made it a few weeks after you were born. Wesley: Why? Crusher: He felt it was important to say certain things. And to make sure that he didn't forget to tell you later. Wesley: Do you know what it says? Crusher: No. But he wanted you to have this when you turned eighteen. And I want you to have it, too. Worf: Enter. Sergey: Are we disturbing you? Worf: No. No. I thought you were going to your quarters to sleep. Helena: We just came by to tuck you in. Worf: Please. When I heard you were on the visitors' list, I was not sure I wanted you to come. I am glad you are here. Helena: We had to come. Sergey: Our boy was in trouble. After we read your letter about the discommendation from the Klingons. Helena: We don't exactly understand it all. Sergey: We don't have to. We know what kind of man you are. Helena: Whatever you did, we know it was for a good reason. Worf: I must bear my dishonor alone. Sergey: That is not true. Helena: I'm sorry if this is too human of us but, whenever you are suffering, you must remember we are with you. Sergey: And that we're proud of you, and that we love you. Helena: You're our son. Robert: Careful. You're not used to drinking the real thing. This synthehol never leaves you out of control, is that so? Picard: That's so. Robert: This will. Now there is something I'd like to see. Picard: What's that? Robert: The gallant Captain out of control. Mind if I ask you a question? What the devil happened to you up there? Picard: Is this brotherly concern? Robert: No. Curiosity. What did they do to you? Picard: You know what happened. Robert: Not precisely. I gather you were hurt. Humiliated. I always thought you needed a little humiliation. Or was it humility? Either would do. Robert: Why do you walk away? That isn't your style. Picard: I'm tired of fighting with you, Robert. Robert: Tired? Picard: That's right. Robert: Yes. Tired of the Enterprise too? The great Captain Picard of Starfleet falls to Earth, ready to plunge into the water with Louis. That isn't the brother that I remember. Still, I suppose it must have seemed like the ideal situation, hmm? Local boy makes good. Returns home after twenty years to a hero's welcome. Picard: I'm not a hero. Robert: Of course you are. Admit it. You'd never settle for less than that and you never will. Picard: That's not true. Robert: Cancel the parade? In your favor? Picard: No! I never sought that rubbish. Robert: Never sought? Never sought president of the school, valedictorian, athletic hero with your arms raised in victory? Picard: Valedictorian? Arms raised in victory? Were you so jealous? Robert: Yes, damn it. I was always so jealous, I had a right to be. Picard: Right? Robert: I was always your brother, watching you receive the cheers, watching you break every rule our father made and get away with it. Picard: Why didn't you break a few rules? Robert: Because I was the elder brother, the responsible one. It was my job to look after you. Picard: Look after me? You? You were a bully. Robert: Sometimes. Maybe. Sometimes I even enjoyed bullying you. Picard: All right. Try it now. Robert: Did you come back, Jean-Luc? Did you come back because you wanted me to look after you again? Picard: Damn you! Picard: You were asking for it, you know. Robert: Yes, but you needed it. You have been terribly hard on yourself. Picard: You don't know, Robert. You don't know. They took everything I was. They used me to kill and to destroy, and I couldn't stop them. I should have been able to stop them! I tried. I tried so hard, but I wasn't strong enough. I wasn't good enough. I should have been able to stop them. I should! I should! Robert: So, my brother is a human being after all. This is going to be with you a long time, Jean-Luc. A long time. You have to learn to live with it. You have a simple choice now. Live with it below the sea with Louis, or above the clouds with the Enterprise. Picard: You know, I think you were right after all. I think I did come back so that you could help me. Robert: You know what? I still don't like you, Jean-Luc. Marie: What in the world? What happened here? Robert: Ah Picard: It's entirely my fault, Marie. Robert: Yes, I fell down, then he fell and then Picard: We both fell down. Robert: We both fell down. Picard: Together. Robert: We both fell down together. Marie: Have you two been fighting? Robert: Fighting? No, certainly not. Marie: Shame on you both. What would your father say if he saw you like this? Picard: He'd probably send us both to bed without our supper. Marie: Well, perhaps it's just as well you got it out of your systems. Picard: Perhaps it was, Marie. Perhaps it was. I'll contact Louis and cancel the meeting with the Board of Governors. It's time that I was going. Marie: Already, Jean-Luc? Picard: The ship will be ready to leave orbit soon, and I belong on board. If I should ever doubt that again, I know where to come. Wesley: Computer, load program, Crusher One. Computer: Program complete. Enter when ready. Wesley: Run program. Jack: Hello, Wesley. As I make this recording, you are about ten weeks old. I wanted you to know who I am today. You see, this Jack Crusher won't exist by the time you're grown up. I'll be older, more experienced, and hopefully a little wiser. But this person will be gone and I want you to know who your father was when you came into the world. When I see you lying there in your crib, I realize I don't know the first thing about being a father. So let me just apologize for all the mistakes I'm about to make as you grow up. I hope you don't grow up resenting the fact that I was gone so much. That comes with this uniform. I don't know if I can explain why Starfleet means so much to me. Maybe you'll understand when you get this recording. Maybe you'll even want to try one of these on. But you'll probably be a doctor like your mother. You're only a baby, but it's remarkable. I can see in your face all the people I've loved in my lifetime. Your mother, my father and mother. Our family. I can see me in you, too. And I can feel that you're my son. I don't know how to describe it, but there's this connection, this bond. I'll always be a part of you, Wesley. Well, I hope this made some sense to you. I'm not sure that it does to me, but maybe I'll do better next time. I love you, Wesley. Wesley: Goodbye, Dad. Marie: Come back and see us again. Goodbye, Jean-Luc. And be careful. Picard: Take care, Uncle. Rene: You too. Someday, I'll be leaving for my starship, too. Picard: Well, there's plenty of time for that. You may decide to do something else as you get older. Robert: Jean-Luc, here is a little of the forty seven. Do not drink it all at once, and if possible, try not to drink it alone. Helena: Is there anything you want us to send you from home? Worf: No. Perhaps some of your rokeg blood pie. Helena: It's been a while, but I think I still remember how. Worf: Captain. Welcome back. Picard: Thank you, Lieutenant. Worf: These are my parents, Helena and Sergey Rozhenko. Picard: Delighted. Sir. Sergey: Quite a ship you have here, Captain. Picard: You had the full tour, I trust? Sergey: Well, actually, there are still a few areas because of the repairs Helena: Sergey. It's time to go. Sergey: Yes. Yes. Okay. I have all the specs and diagrams at home. Marie: He's still out there. Dreaming about starships and adventures. It's getting late. Robert: Yes. But let him dream.

Scene: Chief Medical Officer's log, Stardate 44161.2. We are docking at Starbase one three three for scheduled crew rotation. I look forward to welcoming aboard my mentor, and dear friend, Doctor Dalen Quaice, who will be traveling with us to his home planet, Kenda Two. Crusher: Dalen! Quaice: It's good to see you again, Beverly. Crusher: You look wonderful. Quaice: A lie I can live with. It's kind of your captain to ferry me home. Crusher: It's on our way. Thanks, O'Brien. O'Brien: My pleasure, Doctor. Crusher: Dalen, I'm sorry to hear about Patricia. Quaice: She'd been ill for some time. Crusher: Is her death the reason you're giving up your post here? Quaice: We had a lifetime together, doing all the things we'd ever dreamed, and more. But when she was gone, I couldn't continue to work in that office, sleep in that bed without her. The absence of her was too distracting. I'm not sure that I'm making any sense. Crusher: Jack and I didn't have a lifetime together, only a few short years, but I understand. When you realize someone you love is lost forever Quaice: You know what the worst part of growing old is? So many of the people you've known all your life are gone and you realize you didn't take the time to appreciate them while you still could. Oh, I'm sorry. There was no reason to heap all this emotional baggage on you. I usually travel light. Laforge: Wes, time for the experiment is over. I want my warp engines back now. Wesley: Almost done, Commander. Laforge: Almost isn't good enough. You want to be the one to explain when the Captain says 'Engage' and we just sit here? Wesley: I just need a couple more minutes. I'm ready to try the new warp field. Mom? Crusher: Don't let me interrupt. Laforge: Wesley! Wesley: Right! Okay! Laforge: Computer, level two diagnostic on warp drive systems. Computer: Antimatter containment positive. Warp drive within normal parameters. Laforge: Wesley, talk to me. Wesley: That shouldn't have happened. Why would there be any visible phenomena outside the drive? Riker: Prepare for umbilical disconnect. Laforge: Are you done? Wesley: Yeah. Mom? Riker: Clear all moorings. Engineering, aft thrusters. Laforge: Aft thrusters, aye. Impulse power to the helm. Crusher: Dalen? Dalen, it's Beverly. Crusher: Computer, current location of Doctor Dalen Quaice. Computer: There is no Doctor Dalen Quaice aboard the Enterprise. Crusher: Come. Crusher: Lieutenant Worf, yesterday, before we left starbase, an old friend of mine came onboard. Doctor Dalen Quaice. I requested quarters for him. He was assigned here. Worf: I was not aware of this passenger. Crusher: I'm sorry. I thought it was standard procedure for you to be notified after Captain Picard approved passage. Worf: It is. Please proceed. Crusher: We were to meet for breakfast, but I can't seem to find him or his belongings. Worf: Computer, where is Doctor Dalen Quaice? Computer: There is no Doctor Dalen Quaice aboard the Enterprise. Crusher: Lieutenant, Doctor Quaice is very old and rather frail. If he fell somewhere, if his communicator were damaged. Worf: I will order a search immediately. Crusher: Thank you. Worf: Even if Doctor Quaice had been injured, why would his belongings be missing? Worf: Sir, I have several teams conducting a deck by deck search. It is not yet complete. Data: I have scanned the entire ship, Captain. Other than the Enterprise's regular complement, I can find no one else onboard. Crusher: Your sensors wouldn't detect him if he were dead. Data: That is correct, Doctor. Picard: Could your friend have returned to the starbase without telling you? An emergency of some sort? Crusher: There were a lot of people going back and forth between the ship and the starbase yesterday. Data: We can easily check the transporter ID traces. Picard: By all means check the trace log. But even if the results are negative, contact Starbase Command. We should leave nothing to chance. Data: Aye, sir. Picard: One moment, Doctor. I'm sure you are aware of the procedure involving passengers. Crusher: Of course. I don't know why Lieutenant Worf wasn't told about Doctor Quaice. Picard: I was not informed either. Crusher: But I sent in a request weeks ago. Picard: Then it must have been intercepted before it reached me. Crusher: And someone else sent the approval? Why? Picard: Doctor Quaice had been stationed at the starbase for some time? Crusher: Six years. Picard: Perhaps it would be prudent to find out if he'd acquired any enemies there. Riker: Course laid in for Durenia Four, sir. Picard: Thank you, Number One. Mister Data? Data: Sir, Starbase one three three has no record at all of a Doctor Dalen Quaice. Picard: You said he was stationed there for six years. Data: Not according to their computer. I have also accessed Starfleet records. There is no doctor currently serving in Starfleet named Quaice. In fact, I can find no service record whatsoever. There are no birth records with that name. I find no Crusher: Data, I interned with him on Delos Four. I've known him for fifteen years. Data: I do not doubt you, Doctor, but I have tried one hundred seventy three phonetic variations of the name, and I Crusher: His name is Dalen Quaice. Q U A I C E. Whatever your records say, they're wrong. Picard: Mister Worf? Worf: We have completed our search, Captain. We cannot locate Doctor Quaice. Riker: You're not alone. Crusher: He was on board. I met him myself in Transporter room three. Picard: Then it appears, for reasons unknown, someone has gone to great pains to erase all traces of this man. Riker: Who was on transporter duty when he came aboard? O'Brien: Doctor Quaice? Was he part of the regular crew rotation? Riker: No. He's a friend of Doctor Crusher's. O'Brien: When did he arrive? Crusher: Yesterday at sixteen hundred hours. O'Brien: That was my watch. I beamed this man onboard? Crusher: Yes. I was here to greet him. An elderly man, not in the best of health. O'Brien: I'm sorry. I remember you were here for a short while, but you were alone. Crusher: Was he invisible? Did I carry on a conversation with thin air? O'Brien: No, Doctor. As I recall, you came in and you looked around for a few moments. I asked you if I could help you with anything. All you said was 'Thank you.' I said, 'My pleasure,' or something, and that was the end of it. There was no one else here. Crusher: I can't believe that Chief O'Brien might be lying. Riker: He believes what he says. And there is no trace imprint for Doctor Quaice. Crusher: Will, I didn't conjure up one of my best friends from a test tube. Riker: If the ship's records have been tampered with, then transporter records could have been changed as well. Crusher: And with everybody coming and going yesterday, maybe O'Brien just doesn't remember, or Riker: Or? Crusher: It might be a good idea to run a diagnostic on him. Riker: To make sure he wasn't tampered with? Crusher: What do you think? Riker: It's worth a try. I'll check the replicator activity logs. Eighteen hours is a long time to go without food. Or without someone seeing him. Crusher: Chief, this examination should only take a few minutes. O'Brien: But I feel fine. Crusher: Sit down. O'Brien: Doctor, it's no use checking my eyesight. I didn't see your friend. Crusher: I'll be a little more comprehensive than that, Chief. Doctor Crusher to Doctor Hill. Respond, please. Doctor Selar, your present location? Computer, current whereabouts of Doctors Hill and Selar. Computer: There is no Doctor Hill or Doctor Selar aboard the Enterprise. Crusher: Doctors Hill and Selar, and four other members of my medical staff have all vanished. All record of their ever having been on the Enterprise has been excised from the computer's memory. Picard: Did they come aboard with Doctor Quaice? Crusher: No. They've been on board for months. But my two duty nurses don't remember them. Their families don't even remember them. Picard: As O'Brien didn't remember Doctor Quaice. Crusher: I checked O'Brien thoroughly. I found no physiological abnormalities. Wesley: Crusher to Captain Picard. Picard: Go ahead, Ensign. Wesley: I'm in Engineering, sir. Wesley: There's something down here I think you'd better see. It may be connected to Doctor Quaice's disappearance. Picard: On my way. Picard: Progress, Number One? Riker: No one's seen him. The replicator in his quarters has not been used. Picard: Mister Worf, check hull and shield integrity for any sign of intruders. Worf: Yes, sir, but I have been closely monitoring all on-board sensors. There has been no indication that any Picard: Then give me a Level One diagnostic of any onboard sensors, and run a manual sweep of any anomalous airborne or electromagnetic readings. I want some answers. Wesley: I've been experimenting with Kosinski's warp field equations, trying to improve engine efficiency. Picard: I've read your reports. Laforge: We did a test run while we were still at the starbase. Here's what the computer recorded. Wesley: This is the static warp field we created inside the warp drive. The experiment was designed to see if we could keep a bubble like this intact. Laforge: As you'll see in a moment, we couldn't. Laforge: There was a momentary flash of light. It was all over the spectrum. Crusher: I remember that. Picard: Are you suggesting that a bubble could have made Doctor Quaice disappear? Wesley: If he were caught in it, yes, sir, it would seem to us like he'd disappeared. Crusher: Where would he go? Laforge: Who knows. He could even end up outside of our space time continuum. Picard: Was Doctor Quaice in Engineering during your experiment? Laforge: No, sir. Picard: And the bubble never expanded beyond Engineering? Wesley: No, sir. Picard: Then how could it have trapped Doctor Quaice or the others? Laforge: There are others missing? Crusher: Yes, and they weren't anywhere near Engineering. Wesley: It doesn't make sense. Picard: I doubt the warp bubble could alter computer records, or erase memories. Keep at it, Ensign, Mister La Forge. It's our only working theory for now. Picard: Has something else happened? Crusher: Sickbay is totally empty. Apparently I no longer have any staff. Riker: And that surprises you, Doctor? Crusher: Surprises me? I'll say it surprises me. There should be at least four members of my staff on duty at all times. Data: I am afraid ship's records do not concur. Doctor. Crusher: What are you talking about? Data: You do not have a staff. Crusher: You're telling me I'm the sole medical officer on a ship with over a thousand people on board? Data: Excuse me, Doctor, but the entire ship's complement is two hundred and thirty. Crusher: What? Picard: Doctor, may I see you in my Ready room? Picard: Would you care for something? So, Beverly. Tea, Earl Gray, hot. You're saying this ship has lost nearly eight hundred of its personnel? Crusher: I know how it sounds. Picard: None of the scans show any anomalies. No signs of an intruder. Wesley's experiment clearly did not have the scope to affect an entire starship. Crusher: Captain, the Enterprise is in serious danger. You must believe me. Picard: I have no choice but to believe you. The safety of my entire crew is at stake, but I must be sure. Crusher: That I haven't lost my mind? I just examined myself. And being the only doctor on board, I had to do it myself. There were no signs of dysfunction. Yes, there was an increased elevation of adrenalin, but I think is understandable. Picard: Did you find anything that might suggest why you're apparently the only one among us unaffected by this, this phenomenon? Crusher: No. I'll talk to Troi. Picard: It wouldn't do any harm. Crusher: Captain, please. Return this ship to Starbase one three three for a full diagnostic. I realize you have my word only to convince you. Picard: Mister Riker? Riker: Captain? Picard: Set a course for a return to Starbase one three three immediately. Riker: Aye, sir. Picard: Your word has always been good enough for me. Laforge: I've had a team in Sickbay for two hours. We've run the mass spectrometer on all particulates. We've scanned the EM spectrum in case there was a wave guide somehow leaking radiation. We've even crawled in the life support ductwork. Captain, I don't know what this vortex was that Doctor Crusher saw. Crusher: I didn't just see it. I felt it. I barely escaped from it. Laforge: Well, there's nothing there now. And no sign there ever was. Picard: Is there any possible connection with Mister Crusher's experiment? Could this warp bubble be floating around the ship perhaps? Laforge: No, sir. That bubble was definitely contained in Engineering. There's no way it could possibly have affected anything up on deck twelve. Data: Sir, I have completed level one computer diagnostics. There are no malfunctions. Riker: Any other ships respond to our queries, Data? Data: The Wellington is the only Federation vessel in this sector. It reports normal operations. A Ferengi ship within communications range also reports nothing unusual. Crusher: Are all members of the crew accounted for? Data: Yes, Doctor. Crusher: How many are there? Data: There are one hundred and fourteen people on the Enterprise. Crusher: What? Data: That is the exact number there should be. Crusher: There are now over nine hundred missing. Deck after deck of this ship is deserted now. How do you account for all the empty rooms? If there are supposed to be only a hundred and fourteen people on board, why all the extra space? Data: Transportation of colonists, diplomatic missions, emergency evacuations. Picard: Thank you, Mister Data. Have security confine all nonessential personnel to their quarters. Computer, go to Red Alert. Crusher: I'd like Lieutenant Worf to program onboard sensors to monitor all personnel. If we can catch the exact moment someone disappears Picard: I'm sorry, whom did you say? Crusher: Worf. Chief of Security. The big guy who never smiles? The Klingon! Crusher: Deanna. I need you to tell me if I've gone completely mad. Troi: If you can ask the question, I'd say no. Crusher: Don't evade the question. Troi: Then ask me one I can answer. Crusher: Deanna, I've delivered babies that no longer exist. No one else remembers them. Yet I can close my eyes, and see their faces as clearly as I see yours now. What if it's not some huge conspiracy? What if it is just me? Troi: What if it is just you? Crusher: Then I've delayed a mission, frightened a lot of people including myself. Troi: So what? You've acted in the best interest of your ship and crew. What more could you ask of yourself? If it turns out to be a mistake, then we'll be a little late arriving at Durenia Four. That's all. Crusher: It's not a mistake. I wish it were. Troi: When we reach Starbase, I'll order a complete workup, both physical and psychological. Crusher: If we reach Starbase. Wesley. Where's Wesley? Crusher: Wesley? Wesley: Mom? Are you all right? Crusher: No. We may have very little time left. You don't believe me. Wesley: Look, Mom, I don't know. Crusher: I don't have time to convince you. Hundreds of people are missing and your experiment is the only possible explanation we have that we can work on right now. Wesley: Well, there it is. I don't know what else to do with it. Crusher: Then find someone who does, someone who knows something about warp bubbles. Wesley: I've already talked to Kosinski on subspace, and he can't explain it either. And this is based on his equations. There is someone who may be able to help, but I can't reach him. Crusher: Who? Wesley: He was Kosinski's assistant. He was an alien from Tau Alpha C. He said he was some kind of Traveler. Somehow he combined warp technology and the energy from his own thoughts. Crusher: Yes, I remember. Wesley, do you think it's possible that you've accidentally recreated something that he did? Something that could alter reality? Wesley: I don't see how. He's the only one who could explain it to us. I sent a message to Tau Alpha C, but it's so far away, it could take days to get there. Crusher: Maybe the Captain can help us. We've got to find him. Come on. Wesley: I don't even know if he's still alive. He was very sick. Crusher: Well, we can't stand around here doing nothing. Crusher: It's a chance. We have to try to... Crusher: Wesley. Crusher: Wesley? Crusher: They're all gone? Riker, Troi, Data? Wait a minute, let me guess. You never heard of any of them. Picard: You know, Doctor, I have been more than fair. I have done everything I can to substantiate your, your perceptions of a Crusher: Will Riker! Your First Officer. He's very good at playing poker, loves to cook, he listens to jazz music, plays the trombone. Picard: I cannot find any evidence of a Will Riker. Crusher: Commander Data, the android who sits at Ops, dreams of being human, never gets the punch line of a joke. Picard: Doctor, we'll be arriving at Starbase one three three in a few hours. Crusher: Deanna Troi, you ship's counselor, half Betazoid, loves chocolate. The arrival of her mother makes you shudder. O'Brien, Geordi, Worf, Wesley, my son. They all have been the living, breathing heart of this crew for over three years. They deserve more than to be shrugged off, brushed aside, just pinched out of existence like that. They all do. They deserve so much more. Picard: Beverly, perhaps it would be best if you were to confine yourself to Sickbay until we arrive. Crusher: It's all perfectly logical to you, isn't it? The two of us roaming about the galaxy in the flagship of the Federation. No crew at all. Picard: We've never needed a crew before. Crusher: I don't suppose you remember an alien from Tau Alpha C who was on board once? He called himself a Traveler. Jean-Luc, I don't know how, but you and I have got to find this Traveler, or another from his race. If anyone can help us Picard: I give you my word. When we arrive at the Starbase, I will make every effort to find him. Crusher: It's not a delusion. It is not a dream. There is a physical, measurable phenomenon at work here. Perhaps you could help me to identify it. Picard: How? Crusher: I'd like to use the ship's computer to monitor your life functions. Picard: Until I disappear. Crusher: It will happen. Picard: All right. Computer, continuous scan, Captain Jean-Luc Picard, vital signs. Audible readout. Begin now. Computer: Body temperature thirty seven point two degrees, Crusher: I promise you I will continue to do whatever I can to find out what's happening, and to bring you all back. I'm sorry I lost my temper. You do remember that? Picard: Vividly. But if I have forgotten my closest friends and comrades, as you say, I deserved every word. Crusher: For quite some time I've been meaning to say something to you. I might not have another chance. Jean Luc, you and I Crusher: I won't forget. I won't forget any of you. Laforge: Wesley, have you got it? What's happening? Wesley: I'm losing it! Wesley: The link isn't holding, Commander. Laforge: I'll go to the secondary equations. Wesley: No. Look. I've lost it. Laforge: Damn. I'm sorry, Wesley. Wesley: It's over. There's no way we'll get her back now. Traveller: It's not over, Wesley. There's still a way. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44162.5. Two attempts to retrieve Doctor Crusher have failed. And now, the Traveler, a mysterious visitor from our past, has reappeared. Picard: Is she alive? Traveller: As long as she thinks she is alive, she is alive. Riker: What the hell does that mean? Traveller: Your species have very narrow perceptions of time and space and thought. When Beverly Crusher was caught in the static warp bubble, she created her own reality. Her thoughts at the precise moment she was trapped determined its shape and form. Troi: Can you go in and get her back? Traveller: No, it is her reality. I cannot enter it any more than I can enter her thoughts. Wesley: But you said there's still a way. Traveller: I can help, but I can't do it myself. Wesley, there is a power within each of us that most people haven't begun to realize, but you have begun, or else I would not have known to come here now. Together we may be able to open a gateway for her. But she must choose to walk through it. Crusher: Computer, we are going to apply precise diagnostic methodology. Once we've cataloged the symptoms, we will proceed to determine the illness, and find the cure. We will start with the assumption that I am not crazy. If I am, it won't matter one way or the other. Computer, read the entire crew roster for the Enterprise. Computer: Doctor Beverly Crusher. Crusher: Have I always been the only member of the crew of the Starship Enterprise? Computer: Affirmative. Crusher: If this was a bad dream, would you tell me? Computer: That is not a valid question. Crusher: Like hell it's not. Crusher: What date did I report on board? Computer: Stardate 41154. Fourteen hundred hours, three minutes. Crusher: That sounds about right. Computer, is there more than one USS Enterprise? Computer: This vessel is the fifth starship to bear the name USS Enterprise. It is currently the only one in service. Crusher: What is the primary mission of the Starship Enterprise? Computer: To explore the galaxy. Crusher: Do I have the necessary skills to complete that mission alone? Computer: Negative. Crusher: Then why am I the only crew member? Aha, got you there. Computer: That information is not available. Crusher: Computer, are you familiar with the inhabitants of Tau Alpha C? Computer: Affirmative. Crusher: Are any presently located on any starbase or vessel within communication distance? Computer: Negative. Crusher: Estimated time to Tau Alpha C at warp nine point five. Computer: One hundred twenty three days. Crusher: Lay in a new course for Tau Alpha C. And send a subspace message advising them of our arrival. Computer: Acknowledged. Crusher: Engage. Computer, did you change course? Computer: State new destination or coordinates. Crusher: I stated it, damn it. Tau Alpha C. Computer: There is no Tau Alpha C listed on current star maps. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44162.8. At the direction of the Traveler, the Enterprise is returning to Starbase one three three and the precise position where the subspace bubble was formed. Traveller: Our goal will be to create a stable gateway between our reality and your mother's reality. Wesley: We've tried. We can't stabilize the link. Traveller: Of course not. The equations are only the first step. We will be going beyond mathematics. Wesley: Just tell me what I have to do. Traveller: Begin by letting go of your guilt, Wesley. Wesley: It's my fault. I shouldn't have tried Traveller: Focus on the present. You will have to be here completely to help her back. You must open yourself to time and space and the intricate threads that bind them. Begin entering your warp field equations. Now close your eyes. See past the numbers. Trust yourself. Wesley: I can't. I can't do it. Traveller: When the time comes, you will, Wesley. You will. Crusher: Starbase one three three, this is the Enterprise. Starbase one three three, this is the Enterprise. Please acknowledge. Viewscreen on. Crusher: It's not just people. Everything is disappearing! Computer, what is that mist I'm seeing? Computer: Sensors indicate it to be a mass energy field seven hundred and five meters in diameter. Crusher: It surrounds the ship? Computer: Affirmative. Crusher: If there's nothing wrong with me, maybe there's something wrong with the universe. Computer, what is beyond the mass energy field? Computer: Sensors cannot penetrate the field. Crusher: Here's a question you shouldn't be able to answer. What is the nature of the universe? Computer: The universe is a spheroid region seven hundred and five meters in diameter. Data: Captain, approaching Starbase one three three. Picard: Slow to ten meters per second. Riker: Mister La Forge, prepare for precision Riker: Station keeping. Laforge: Acknowledged. Readying thrusters. Traveller: There. There it is. We're moving into phase now. There's your warp bubble, Wesley. Wesley: What? What's wrong. Traveller: It is collapsing. Crusher: Computer, give me a graphic representation of the universe. Crusher: I've seen this before. Wesley's experiment! The bubble. Of course. But that would mean that I'm the one trapped in the bubble. Crusher: Computer, what's happening? Computer: Explosive decompression decks five through fourteen. Sealing off forward sections. Crusher: Cause? Computer: A flaw in the ship's design. Crusher: Show me. Analysis. Computer: No ship's structures exist forward of bulkhead three four two. Crusher: Superimpose previous image over this one, same scale, and continue to monitor. Crusher: It's collapsing! Computer: Hull integrity now compromised on decks three through fifteen. Crusher: Computer, how long can life support be maintained? Computer: Four minutes, seventeen seconds. Data: Captain, we have re-established exact coordinates and attitude. Riker: Geordi, we're in position. Your status? Laforge: The warp bubble is contracting at a rate of Laforge: Fifteen meters per second. We're going to lose it in about four minutes. Traveller: It is time, Wesley. Laforge: We're ready, Commander. Riker: Proceed. Picard: I'll be in Engineering. Traveller: Let it go, Wesley. Let go of the anticipation, the expectations, the demands upon yourself. Let it all go. Leave it behind. Yes. The ability is there inside of you. You do not need to look for it. Computer: Three minutes thirty seconds to life support failure. Crusher: The Traveler used his thoughts to alter warp fields. Thoughts became reality. Now I'm in a warp field. Could my thoughts have changed this reality? Come on, Beverly! What's the next step? What was I thinking at the moment Wesley's bubble formed? Dalen Quaice. He said all the people he'd known were gone. I thought of Jack, I went to see Wesley, the flash in Engineering. That's when it started. That's when I started losing everybody. My thoughts created this universe. Can they get me out of it again? Computer: That information is not available. Crusher: I'm not talking to you. Click my heels together three times and I'm back in Kansas. Can it be that simple? Computer: Two minutes, thirty seconds to life support failure. Crusher: Computer, hypothetical situation. A person is trapped inside of a static warp bubble. Determine a means of escape. Computer: Escape would theoretically depend on establishing a stable threshold between the warp field and the outer environment. Crusher: Describe this threshold. Computer: Negative. There are no known practical applications of this theory. Crusher: Extrapolate from theoretical database. How would it manifest itself? Computer: A dynamic atmospheric disturbance of great intensity. Crusher: Disturbance? The vortex. They must have been trying to reach me! But how do I find it? Wesley, where do I go? Help me. Crusher: Stable threshold. They've been trying to create a stable threshold. Where are they trying to do it? Where did they do it the first time? Engineering! Computer: One minute, thirty seconds to life support failure. Crusher: Engineering. Computer: Failure in turboshaft four. Unable to proceed to main Engineering. Crusher: Just take me anywhere on deck thirty six! Laforge: We're losing the bubble! Picard: Beverly! Crusher: Jean-Luc. You. Do I have you to thank for getting me back? Traveller: No. Crusher: Jean-Luc, if I might ask, how many people are there on board? Picard: One thousand and fourteen, including your guest, Doctor Quaice. Laforge: Is there something wrong with that count, Doctor? Crusher: No. That's the exact number there should be.

Worf: One. Riker: Are you trying to fill another inside straight, Worf? Don't say I didn't warn you. Worf: Pah! Troi: I fold. Data: I will raise you three. Riker: No cards? The best poker face I've ever seen. Dealer takes two. Your three and ten more. Data: I will see your ten, and raise you twenty. Riker: Data, Have you got a flush or a full house? Data: It will cost you twenty to make that determination, sir. Riker: Dealer folds. Troi: You two have successfully divided the evening between you. Worf: I suspect conspiracy. Far be it for me to accuse my superior officers. Riker: You're getting harder and harder to bluff, Data. You've learned this game very well. Data: Yes sir, I believe I have. Riker: Tell you what. I'll bet that I can find any card that you hide in this deck. And furthermore, I will make you help me find it. Troi: Careful, Data. Data: Your guidance is much valued, Counselor. However. Riker: Pick a card. Don't let me see it. Now lose it in the deck. Cut the deck into two even piles. Riker: Okay. Once more time. And again. How many cards? Data: Eleven. Riker: Take five. Throw them away. Riker: Pick three more. Okay, now pick one of those. Is that your card? Troi: Incredible. Data: Not at all, Counselor. You surreptitiously placed the edge of your left thumb against the card. When you divided the deck to reshuffle, you kept that card on top. You thus were able to have me either save or diskard, depending on the location of the card, which you followed at each step until we were left with just one. The card I originally chose. Sir, I believe under the circumstances Picard: Picard to Riker. Riker: Captain? Picard: We've received a distress call. We're changing course to intercept. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44215.2. The Enterprise has bypassed its scheduled archeological survey of Camus Two in response to a distress call from the Federation freighter Arcos, which has assumed an emergency orbit around Turkana Four, birthplace of our late comrade, Tasha Yar. Data: We will be entering the Turkana system in eleven minutes, Captain. Picard: Engine status. Data: Stable. But we have maintained warp factor nine for longer than is recommended, sir. Worf: Subspace message from the Arcos. Their transmitter is failing, sir. Audio only. Picard: Let's hear it. Tan Tsu: Enterprise, this is Tan Tsu, Arcos engineer. Estimate five minutes till warp drive containment breach. Make that three minutes. Thanks for trying, Enterprise. Picard: Ensign, warp nine point three. How much time? Data: Seven minutes and fifteen seconds will bring us within transporter range, Captain. Picard: Nine point six. Picard: Mister O'Brien, prepare to lock onto the two crewmen. O'Brien: Aye, Captain. Data: We are now entering the Turkana system, sir. Picard: Slow to impulse. Data: Visual contact. Riker: Get them out of there, O'Brien. Riker: Status, O'Brien? O'Brien: There's nothing to lock onto, Commander. Data: I am reading an ion trail characteristic of a freighter escape pod. Worf: Unable to establish contact. Picard: It could have been damaged by the explosion. They may have been able to maintain orbit. Riker: Let's hope they stay clear of the colony. Data: That is exactly where the ion trail is leading, Commander. Picard: Hail the colony. Worf: I've been trying to, Captain. No response. Riker: They haven't been able to maintain reliable communications since their government fell apart. Data: The last Federation vessel to make contact was the Potemkin, six years ago. They were warned that anyone transporting down to the colony would be killed. Picard: Number One, ready an away team. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. We are in orbit above Turkana Four, an Earth colony that severed relations with the Federation nearly fifteen years ago. I am concerned about sending an away team, but if we are to discover the fate of the two missing Federation crewmen, I see no alternative. Data: The surface settlement appears to be all but destroyed. Sensors show that the colonists now live in structures that extend nearly three kilometers beneath the city. Riker: Have you located the escape pod's landing point, Chief? O'Brien: Yes, sir. Three hundred meters beyond the colony perimeter. Worf: Sir, we can anticipate a violent response to our presence. Perhaps the Doctor should wait here until we signal. Crusher: I appreciate your concern. I think it's exaggerated. Worf: The colony is completely lawless. Lieutenant Yar spoke of rape gangs and Crusher: Mister Worf, I can handle myself. Riker: She's coming. The Arcos crewmen may require immediate medical assistance. Phasers on maximum stun. Energize. Data: The dispersion trail continues in this direction. The concentration gradient definitely increases along this vector. The escape pod was apparently moved into the tunnels ahead of us. Riker: Hardly the response we expected. PASSER- By: Pardon me. Crusher: Maybe things have changed here. Man: Freeze! Identify yourselves. Riker: We're from the Federation Starship Enterprise. We tracked two of our crewmen to this area. Do you know anything about them? Man: Possibly. Riker: What do you mean? Man: They found us. Worf: Proximity detectors. I've seen them used on Manu Three. Man: Follow me. Hayne: The Alliance is holding your men hostage, Commander Riker, not us. You can expect a ransom demand. Riker: The Alliance? Hayne: Our good friends. Our good friends are going to be upset when they realize we took their last crate of Telluridan synth-ale. Riker: Maybe I should take this to the authorities. Hayne: We are the authorities. The Coalition, our cadre, runs this side of the city. The Alliance controls the other side. Take your choice. Riker: Are you offering to help us? Hayne: In return for some consideration. Phasers are in short supply down here. A starship isn't going to miss a few. Worf: That is no better than a ransom demand. Hayne: No matter what you give the Alliance, they'll eventually kill your crewmen anyway. With our help, at least there's a chance you'll get your men back alive. All I'm asking for is help in maintaining our defense. We are trying to keep the peace. Riker: Everything we've seen would indicate otherwise. Hayne: A prank. The proximity implants prevent either side from doing any serious damage. They warn us when an enemy is approaching. Worf: Then why do you need more phasers? Hayne: The Alliance just discovered a large cache of weapons. I'm just trying to make things even, to preserve the peace. Crusher: You keep using the word peace. We've heard a different version of life on Turkana Four. Hayne: Ancient history. Where did you hear that? Data: A former crewman was born here. Hayne: Where's he now? Data: She was killed in the line of duty. Hayne: That's as good a way to die as any. As I said, ancient history. This is now, and your men are in trouble. Riker: We'll return to the Enterprise and consider your proposal. Hayne: A gift for your Captain. Riker: Riker to Enterprise. Energize. Hayne: I want everything there is to know about the starship Enterprise. Riker: According to Hayne, the Coalition and the Alliance raid each other for supplies, much of it non-essential. Picard: Why? Worf: A battle exercise. Riker: Their defenses apparently prevent deep strikes into each other's territory. Minor skirmishes are all that's left. Picard: Coalition. Alliance. It all sounds so reasonable, but what you've described is the behavior of urban street thugs. We certainly won't trade weapons for crewmen. How do you suggest we deal with them? Riker: We have to tell them something. Worf: No promises, no denials. Picard: For now, Hayne's Coalition is our only safe access to the colony. We'll keep the door open, see where it leads us. Worf: Captain. Transmission coming in from Turkana Four, on a secure channel. Picard: On screen. Hayne: Hello, Enterprise. Commander Riker, would you introduce me to your Captain? Picard: I'm Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Hayne: I have someone here you might like to meet. This is Ishara. Ishara Yar. Ishara: Tasha was my sister. Hayne: There's an old saying, Captain. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I've decided it's in my best interest to help you get your crewmen back. Picard: With nothing from us in return? Hayne: You could be forced into paying my adversary a ransom in weapons. I'll do anything I can to avoid that possibility. Picard: What do you propose? Hayne: Ishara will be our liaison. Ishara: I know Alliance territory. I can help you with a rescue plan. Picard: One moment. Worf: Mute. Picard: Reactions? Worf: I do not trust him. Riker: She could be a fake. We told him a member of our crew was from the colony. Crusher: All Hayne had to do was search through their database had on Starfleet to come up with Tasha's name. Picard: Counselor? Troi: He's deceiving us, and he's clearly hoping to manipulate us. As for the identity of the young woman, I can't really tell. Picard: Neverthe less, this is an option we cannot neglect. We'll continue on other fronts as they present themselves. For now, let's see what she has to say. Worf: Open. Picard: I have decided to accept your proposal. Hayne: Thank you. Good luck. Data: Welcome to the Enterprise, Ishara. I am Commander Data. Ishara: You're not human. Data: I am an android. Ishara: Built for fighting? Data: On what do you base that assumption? Ishara: A cybernetic device serving on a starship. Data: The Enterprise is not a ship of war. It is a ship of exploration. Ishara: The first thing to do is help you map the colony. This is a general grid of the tunnel system. I can fill in the specific details from memory. Data: My orders are to escort you to the Observation Lounge. Please come with me. Data: Your sister never spoke of you. Ishara: That's not surprising. Data: It is surprising to me. Tasha and I spent much time together. We had a considerable number of conversations. Ishara: Did she talk at all about the colony? Data: Only to say that she was lucky to have escaped. Ishara: It wasn't luck. It was cowardice. Data: Cowardice is a term that I have never heard applied to Tasha. Ishara: Is something wrong? Data: No. It is just that for a moment, the expression on your face reminded me of her. Ishara: It's been fifteen years. I don't even remember what she looked like. Ishara: You don't believe I'm Tasha's sister. Picard: We have considered the possibility. Ishara: I'm not surprised. You can sample my DNA if you like. Crusher: Yes, I will. Picard: Please, sit down. Ishara: Thank you. Picard: Perhaps it would help if you gave us some idea of what we're dealing with on Turkana Four. The last information describes a colony in almost complete disarray. Ishara: It started falling apart almost thirty years ago. There were dozens of factions. They fought until the city above ground was in ruins. Riker: The Coalition and the Alliance are all that's left? Ishara: We were the two strongest factions. When the government couldn't stop the violence, they gave us police powers. The proximity detectors were originally designed by the government to keep us under control. Picard: Apparently, that part of the plan didn't work very well. Ishara: No. After a few months, we didn't need the government any more. Laforge: Tasha left you in the middle of all that? Ishara: She didn't abandon me, if that's what you mean. Tasha asked me to go with her, but I had already joined the Coalition. They were my family. Captain, we don't have a lot of time. Maybe we should get started. Worf: Incoming transmission from the colony, Captain. Picard: On screen. Tan Tsu: Enterprise, I'm being held by Turkana Four Alliance. I've been instructed to say that you have twenty hours to make reparations for Federation intrusion into this colony, or my pilot and I will be killed. Crusher: Ask them if we can at least send some medical Ishara: Take that threat seriously, Captain. They'll torture them and then they'll kill them. My cadre has never recovered a hostage alive from the Alliance. Your crewmen could be held in any number of places. The Alliance has two main headquarters and thirteen ancillary bases of operation. All underground, all heavily guarded. Laforge: Captain, if I could get to the myographic scanner. Ishara: What's that? Data: A sensing device from the escape pod. It monitors the bioelectric signatures of the crew, in the event they get separated from the pod. Laforge: I could installl a booster on the device that would relay its signals to the Enterprise. Then we could track the men from up here. Picard: Unfortunately, we don't know where the escape pod is. Ishara: Level three C, section five four seven. We have our sources. Ishara: Access tunnels are here and here. Riker: We could transfer the away team right into this intersection. Ishara: Don't underestimate them, Commander. They'll be ready for that. I've seen them use this kind of strategy before. I know it looks isolated and easily accessible, but my guess is they have hundreds of men on the levels above and below just waiting for you to make your move. Worf: We will need a diversion. Laforge: Transport a couple of photon grenades into the adjoining chamber. At minimum intensity it wouldn't kill anybody, but it would shake them up a bit. Riker: That won't give us enough time. We need to occupy them long enough for you to installl the relay. Ishara: Transport me into this corridor. My magnetic implant will set off the defense alarms. They'll think it's a raid by the Coalition. Riker: Too dangerous. We've seen what those tunnels look like. You could easily be cut off from the rest of us. Worf, if we Ishara: Commander Riker. I was ordered to assist you in any way possible. That doesn't mean as long as it's safe or convenient. If you had the time, we could come up with another plan, but you don't. Right now, I'm your best option. Data: She would have to be armed, sir. Riker: I'd like to discuss this with the Captain. Take Ishara down to see Doctor Crusher. Ishara: You have Tasha's DNA on file? Crusher: The ship's computer does. There's always some differentiation between sonomic chromosomes, but not enough to affect results. It should take me a few hours to run the sonomic comparison. Ishara: That wasn't too bad. So, all that's left of my sister is a file in a computer. Data: Tasha exists in our memories as well. Ishara: How did she die? Data: Lieutenant Yar was killed on Vagra Two by a malevolent entity. Ishara: In battle? Data: No. She was killed as a demonstration of the creature's power, without provocation. Ishara: That's not how I intend to die. Riker: The Captain approves. You're with us. Riker: Enterprise, we're in position. Picard: Mister O'Brien, energize. O'Brien: Aye, Captain. Guard: They're at level two. Girl: Tunnel sixteen. Guard: Come on. Woman: Josh, you're with us. Guard: Spread out. Guard: Let's check five. Guard 2: Yes, sir. Guard: Check on three. Woman: Checking. Woman: Somebody's here. Guard: Watch your backs. Girl: I'm right behind you. Woman: This way. Guard: Go, go. Laforge: Damn! Riker: Geordi, what is taking so long? Laforge: There's a lot of damage here. The myographic scanner is operational, but the power source keeps fluctuating. Riker: Can you fix it? Laforge: I can probably run a shunt from the convertor. Riker: How long will that take? Laforge: Ten minutes? Riker: Do it. O'Brien, lock onto Ishara and get her out of here! O'Brien: There's a transformer substation directly above the chamber she just entered. It's masking her signal. Riker: Stand by. Stay here and cover La Forge. Worf: Commander! Riker: That's an order. Return to the ship as soon as you're finished. I'll signal for transport as soon as I can. Riker: Get us out of here. O'Brien: Energizing. Picard: Come. Picard: How is she? Riker: A couple of cracked ribs. She'll be all right. Picard: Doctor Crusher just called me with the results of the DNA comparison. Ishara is Tasha's sister. Riker: After what she did for us down there, that doesn't surprise me one bit. Picard: You took some unnecessary personal risks, Number One. Riker: We lost Tasha on an away team under my command. The thought of the same thing happening to her sister Picard: That's an emotional response, Will. We can't afford it. Riker: Understood, Captain. Picard: Commander. Well done. Crusher: I've fused the bone tissue along both fractures. The muscles around the area will be weak for a day or two, but you shouldn't feel any pain. Ishara: Thank you, Doctor. Picard: Ishara, I wanted to thank you personally for what you did for us down on the colony. It was more than I expected. Ishara: I don't run away when things get tough, like some people. Like my sister did. Picard: Let me tell you about your sister. The first time I saw Tasha Yar, she was making her way through a Carnelian mine field to reach a wounded colonist. Her ship had responded to their distress call, as had mine. When it was all over, I requested that she be assigned to the Enterprise. Her ship's captain owed me a favor. In the months that followed, she never once failed to put the safety of the crew before her own, and she died doing the same. I'm sorry you never knew the woman Tasha became. I think you would have been proud of her. And she of you. Data: What is this structure? Ishara: A main fusion source. There's one next to each of the Alliance headquarters. It powers all of their defensive systems. This chamber is accessed from the level below. Entry points are evenly spaced along this wall every twenty five meters. Data, where was Tasha's post? Data: Tactical station. Where Lieutenant Worf is now. Ishara: Did Tasha have many friends here? Data: Yes. She was especially close to Commander Riker and Lieutenant Worf. And to myself. Ishara: Are you able to have friends? Data: Yes. Ishara: But you don't have feelings, do you? Data: Not as such. However, even among humans, friendship is sometimes less an emotional response and more a sense of familiarity. Ishara: So you can become used to someone? Data: Exactly. As I experience certain sensory input patterns, my mental pathways become accustomed to them. The inputs eventually are anticipated, and even missed when absent. Ishara: Like my sister. Data: Yes, like your sister. Laforge: They've been moved so far underground it's been difficult to pinpoint their signatures. But the men are here, next to one of the Alliance headquarters. That's about two kilometers of solid granite above their heads. Riker: So much for the transporter. Laforge: Not necessarily. We could use the ship's phasers to cut a shaft through the bedrock to this storage tunnel here. With a clear path through the rock, we'd be able to transport through the tunnel. That would put us close enough to get to the crewmen. But I'll need two hours to refit the ship's phasers for drilling. Riker: It's a real maze down there. Ishara: I spent a lot of time in that section before they took it over. There are blind tunnels and dead ends that don't even show up on this map. Worf: We do not have much choice. Ishara: If it wasn't for my implant setting off all the alarms, I could guide you to your men. Data: We could remove the implant. Ishara: No, it has a micro explosive inside that detonates on contact with air. When you join a cadre, you join for life. Data: A small force field containing xenon or another inert gas could be placed over the incision site. The explosive could possibly be disarmed at the same time it is removed. Riker: This is something you're going to have to decide for yourself, Ishara. Think about it while we're waiting for Geordi. Ishara: Our parents were killed in some crossfire just after I was born. Some people took care of us for a few months, then one day we came home and they were gone. So Tasha took care of me, and when I was old enough I joined the Coalition. Data: And Tasha did not? Ishara: My sister hated the cadres. She blamed them for our parents death. For everything. She refused to join, and she left as soon as she had the chance. I always thought she was weak for doing that, but maybe I was wrong. Maybe, maybe she made the right choice. To work together for something besides killing, to be close to someone without having to protect your back. Very appealing. You're the perfect example. I hardly even know you, Data, but already I completely trust you. I even consider you a friend. Data: Thank you. I would like to consider you my friend as well. Ishara: If I had known about this place fifteen years ago, things might've been different. Maybe it's not too late. Data: Ishara is willing to have the implant removed, sir. Picard: Good. Inform Doctor Crusher. Data: She also expressed a desire to leave the colony. She hopes to apply to the Academy and eventually join Starfleet. Picard: Does she understand the magnitude of these decisions? Data: She claims to, Captain. Troi: I get a sense of ambiguity from her. Her loyalties are clearly divided, Captain. Picard: Are you suggesting we deny her an escape from this environment? Troi: No, I'm just not sure she wants to escape. It's the only way of life she's ever known. Picard: Ultimately, it is her decision to make, not ours. Mister Data, proceed with the mission as planned. Troi: Data? Data: Yes, Counselor? Troi: You seem so strong in your support. I'm curious. Data: We must free the crewmen. She appears to be our best hope of doing so. In addition, I have become used to her. Data: Ishara. Ishara: Thank you, Data. Data: You are welcome. Doctor Crusher is expecting you in Sickbay. Ishara: It's all so different. Data: To what are you referring? Ishara: On the colony, nobody does anything for anyone else unless they have something to gain from it. Data: But I do have something to gain from it. Your continued presence on this ship. Is something wrong? Ishara: I have to tell Hayne and the others. I owe it to them. Guess I ought to get it over with. Data: If you desire privacy, you may use the Observation lounge. Ishara: That would probably make things a little easier. Hayne: Report. Ishara: It's working. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44225.3. Doctor Crusher has successfully removed Ishara's magnetic implant, enabling the young woman to guide our rescue attempt. Without my intending it, she has virtually become an active member of the crew. Crusher: Cardiovascular functions normal. Metabolism, immunity, all other vital signs excellent. How do you feel? Ishara: Better than I've ever felt. Thanks for staying with me. Crusher: You might want to keep this. It's been with you a long time. Ishara: You keep it, Data, so you won't forget me. Data: Have you reconsidered your decision to stay with us? Ishara: No. Just in case something goes wrong down there. Worf: I understand you wish to join Starfleet. Ishara: Some day. If I'm lucky. Worf: On that day, it is we who will be lucky. Picard: Picard to Riker. Is your away team ready? Riker: Waiting for your signal, sir. Picard: Status, Mister La Forge. Laforge: Phasers in alignment and ready to fire. Picard: How far must we penetrate to safely allow transporter function? Laforge: One point six kilometers. Picard: Fire phasers. Laforge: Aye, sir. Laforge: One point three kilometers. One point four. One point five kilometers. One point six kilometers. Deep enough for transport, sir. Picard: Cease fire. Mister O'Brien, energize. Ishara: This way. Worf: Caution is indicated. Ishara: We're near the heart of the Alliance. Security is minimal here. They aren't expecting anybody this far in. Riker: Ishara? Ishara: Follow me. Worf: Are you certain? Ishara: No, I'm not. I'm trying to remember. I was here, but it was a long time ago. There have been changes. It's through here. Ishara: There. Your men are behind that door. Riker: Hold out your hands. Riker: Let's get moving. Riker: Where is she? Worf: Commander, look. Riker: What the hell happened here? Worf: She probably tried to draw their fire. It triggered the alarm. Riker: Worf, get these men back to the Enterprise. Worf: Come on. Riker: Data, you're with me. Data: Ishara. What are you doing? The fusion generator is overloading. You are attempting to disable the defense system. For what reason? We have rescued the crewmen. Ishara: I don't care about your crewmen. We have three thousand troops waiting at the perimeter. When the defenses go down, they'll come in. The Alliance will fall. Data: The Federation will be responsible for the resulting deaths. I cannot allow that. Ishara: You don't have a choice. Data: That is not so. Ishara: I don't want to kill you, Data. But I will. Data: We will both be destroyed by the explosion. Ishara: The Coalition's been all I've had for fifteen years. They've given me a life. I don't mind dying for them. But you won't have to if you just get out of here now. Data: Was this your intention from the beginning? Ishara: We never could have gotten this deep into Alliance territory without your help. Data: Our help was not deliberate. You deceived us. Ishara: What's the difference? You got what you came for. Why do you care about what we do? Data: Your friendship with me was part of the deception, was it not? You misled me at each step, and yet I was completely unaware. Ishara: That doesn't matter now! None of it does! Now get out of here, Data, please. Now! Data: My duty requires me to intercede. Riker: Ishara! Riker: What was she doing? Data: Disabling the detection system so her forces could attack. Riker: Set to kill. Picard: Your strategy failed. Hayne: It was a calculated risk. You gave us an opportunity we couldn't ignore. Ishara, are you hurt? Ishara: No. Hayne: I want her returned immediately. Riker: You're not in a position to dictate to anybody. She attacked two Federation officers. Hayne: You have no jurisdiction here! Riker: Don't talk about legal rights. Your jurisdiction is based entirely on the threat of violence. Hayne: You have your crewmen back. Isn't that enough? Riker: What do you know about Picard: Commander Data, escort Ishara to the transporter room. Hayne: Thank you, Captain. I'm just trying to preserve the peace. Picard: Close the channel. Riker: You're far more charitable than I would have been, Captain. Picard: I understand your feelings, Number One. I share them. But perhaps the fault lies in ourselves. We were so eager to accept her. Each of us, myself included, wanted to see something of Tasha in this woman. We saw more than what was there. Ishara: You haven't said one word to me. Data: What do you wish to talk about? Ishara: I did what I had to do. I'm sorry if I hurt you in the process. Data: I am an android. It is not possible for me to be injured in that fashion. O'Brien: Whenever you're ready. Ishara: You know, Data, I wasn't always lying to you. That time we spent talking, that was the closest thing to friendship I've ever had. If that means anything to you. Data: Energize. Riker: Come in. Riker: Data, what's on your mind? Data: Recent events have left me puzzled, sir. It has been days since Ishara left, and yet my thoughts seem to dwell on her. Almost as if I were experiencing a feedback loop in my mnemonic network. Riker: I know what you mean. Data: It is curious that I was so easily misled. Riker: Make that we. Data: Yes, sir. Riker: Data, sit down. Data: Thank you, sir. Riker: In all trust, there is the possibility of betrayal. I'm not sure you were prepared for that. Data: Were you prepared, sir? Riker: I don't think anybody ever is. Data: Then it is better not to trust. Riker: Without trust, there's no friendship, no closeness. None of the emotional bonds that make us what we are. Data: And yet you put yourself at risk. Riker: Every single time. Data: Perhaps I am fortunate, sir, to be spared the emotional consequences. Riker: Perhaps.

Scene: Captain's Log, Stardate 44286.5. The Enterprise is conducting a security survey of the Onias Sector near the Neutral Zone. Despite our proximity to Romulan territory, the mission has been quiet and uneventful. Laforge: All right, Commander. You've got till your next birthday to get that right. Troi: Some things improve with age. Maybe your trombone playing will be one of them. Crusher: It's candle time, birthday boy. Troi: So, what did you wish for, Will? Riker: Music lessons. Picard: Mister Data, we must hurry or we'll miss Commander Riker's party. Data: Sir. I find it interesting how much importance humans place on celebrating the day of their birth. A day they cannot possibly remember. Crewman: Captain, I am detecting some unusual fluctuations in subspace frequencies. Picard: You'd better take a look at it, Mister Data. Data: It appears we are being probed, sir. Picard: Source? Data: The third planet of the Alpha Onias system. Our reports list it as presently uninhabited. Perhaps reports were incorrect, sir. Picard: Maybe the rumors of a secret Romulan base in this sector are true. Picard to Commander Riker. Picard: I apologize for interrupting your celebration, but I'm going to need an away team. Could you report to the Bridge, please? Data: Although Alpha Onias three is a class M planet, our survey teams have listed it as barren and inhospitable. Riker: Any life signs? Data: No, sir, but we have traced residual energy readings to a cavern two kilometers beneath the surface. Worf: Romulans? Data: It is possible. Picard: I suppose you'll just have to go down there and find out. Riker: Geordi, Worf, you're with me. Picard: Number One. Happy birthday. Laforge: I'm detecting high levels of volcanic gasses. Sulfur dioxide, methane, hydrogen sulfide. Riker: Toxic? Laforge: We're okay for now, but I wouldn't want to spend my vacation here. Riker: What about energy readings? Worf: Magnetic clutter is increasing. I cannot make an accurate determination. Laforge: Same here, Commander. I'm getting a lot of confusing readings here, Picard: Commander Riker, please acknowledge. Riker: Riker here. Riker: We're having trouble reading you. Picard: And we are having similar difficulties reading you. I am advising you and your away team Picard: to transport up at once. Laforge: That's good advice, Commander. We've got a sudden build up of gasses here, especially methane. Riker: Transporter Room. Riker: Take us up. Hubble: I can't get a solid lock on you, sir. Too much interference. Hubble: I'm trying again. Picard: Transporter room, what's happening? Picard: Report. Hubble: I'm trying again, sir. Ogawa: Doctor Crusher, he's awake. Riker: Beverly? Crusher: Will. You remember me. That's good. What else do you remember, Captain? Riker: Captain? Crusher: Water, three Celsius. How do you feel? Riker: Confused. Crusher: That's understandable, considering what's happened. Riker: What has happened? What happened to Sickbay? To you? To me? Crusher: Sit down, Captain. Riker: Captain? I am Commander William T Riker. What is going on here? Crusher: Sit. Please. What is the last thing that you remember clearly? Riker: Alpha Onias three. The Enterprise had been probed. Geordi, Worf, and I transported down to track the source. Crusher: But all you found there was toxic gas. They barely had time to get the three of you out. Will, that happened sixteen years ago. Riker: That's not possible. Crusher: With an Altarian virus, anything is possible. In fact, we've been expecting this. Riker: Could you be more specific? Crusher: That day on Onias three, you were infected with a strain of Altarian encephalitis, a retrovirus that incorporates its DNA directly into the cells of its host. It can lie dormant for many years and then suddenly become active again, as it did in your case ten days ago. You have been in a coma, delirious. Your fever finally broke this morning. Riker: But what happened to my memory? Crusher: Let me show you a scan of your brain tissue. When the encephalitis became active it caused widespread synapse degradation, interrupting the consolidation of your memory patterns. Riker: Doctor. Crusher: Will, this virus inevitably causes memory loss back to the moment of the original infection. In your case, all the way back to Alpha Onias three. Riker: I don't believe this. Is this a dream? Crusher: Feel my hand. It is flesh and bone. This is not a dream and you are, in fact, Captain William T. Riker in command of the Enterprise. Riker: The Enterprise. For how long? Crusher: Nine years. Riker: If I have lost my memory, how do I get it back? Crusher: Memories are formed by association. Smells, sounds, and images from the present could possibly trigger them. Riker: Like a song reminds you of an old friend. Crusher: Exactly. In associational therapy, we expose the patient to familiar surroundings. This could stimulate the brain's neural synapses into regenerating. Riker: Then let's get started. There's nothing more familiar than the Enterprise. Maybe that'll bring back some Crusher: Will, I said your memory could return. In many of these cases the damage is permanent. Riker: What about Geordi and Worf? Were they infected too? Crusher: Thankfully, no. Geordi appears to have been immune and the Klingons don't seem to be affected by the virus. Riker: Speaking of Klingons Crusher: There've been quite a few changes on the Enterprise in the last sixteen years. Crusher: Deck eight. Riker: Belay that order. Crusher: We should begin the associational therapy in your quarters. Personal recollections are always the most vivid. Riker: My life was on the main Bridge. Always has been. If anything's going to jog my memory. Main Bridge. Computer: Repeat command. Riker: I said main Bridge. Crusher: Computer's been slow all morning. A processing accelerator's down. Commander La Forge has running a level one diagnostic to isolate the problem. Riker: Geordi. Laforge: Oh, it's good to see you up and about again, sir. Riker: Your eyes. What happened to your visor? Laforge: My visor? I'm sorry, sir. Doctor Crusher told us that you might not remember. I haven't need a visor since I got these cloned implants, Captain. Worf: Captain. Data: Welcome back, Captain. We were not expecting to see you on the Bridge so soon. Riker: Commander Data. You're my First Officer? Data: Do you remember, sir? Riker: Data, I haven't remembered a day for the last sixteen years. Worf: Captain, warbird uncloaking. Data: On screen. Riker: Shields up. Red alert. Data: Captain, we were expecting the Decius. There is no cause for alarm. Riker: Cancel red alert. Clearly I need to be briefed. Worf: Captain, the Decius is hailing us. The Admiral wishes to speak to you. Riker: On screen. Picard: Will. Riker: Admiral Picard. Deanna. Troi: How are you feeling? Riker: I've felt better. Picard: Not surprising. Altarian viruses can be a nasty business. Riker: That's an understatement. I can't even Picard: We'll discuss this after we've transport over. Picard out. Riker: Transporter room six. Crusher: How are you holding up? Riker: I could get used to the idea of a Ferengi ensign, but Admiral Picard on a Romulan warbird? What is that all about? Crusher: I think I should leave all the explanations to the Admiral. Riker: Whenever you're ready, Chief. Picard: Captain Riker. it's good to see you have recovered. Riker: I'm not exactly sure you can call it a recovery, sir. Troi: Then there has been some memory loss. Picard: How much? Crusher: Everything since Alpha Onias three. Picard: To lose sixteen years. It's almost beyond belief. Riker: I have trouble believing it myself. Troi: It's overwhelming to have so much of your life missing. Picard: And it couldn't have happened at a worse time. A few more days of relatively simple negotiations, and the treaty will be signed. Riker: What negotiations? What treaty? Picard: Sorry. I'll start at the beginning, which is four years ago. A Romulan battle cruiser strayed into Federation space. Its warp coils had collapsed, life support was failing. Troi: You saved them, Will, you and the Enterprise. Picard: The Romulans were impressed, to say the least. After years of distrust and conflict, they started to talk. You were our key spokesman in securing the alliance with the Romulans. Riker: How far have these negotiations progressed? Picard: The preliminaries are over. All we need do now is escort the Romulan Ambassador to the final session. Troi: Where you will complete the negotiations and sign the treaty. Riker: Captain. Admiral. I am in no condition to negotiate with the Romulans or with anyone else. Picard: Will, you're sound of mind and body. If you are properly briefed, you will still be able to fulfilll your duty. Riker: With a sixteen year gap in my head? Picard: We do need you. Riker: Sir, I'm not fit to resume command. Picard: I appreciate your candor, but despite your condition there is no one better equipped to deal with these Romulans than you. Riker: When do we leave? Picard: As soon as the Ambassador transports over from the Decius. We will get through this, as we have many times before. Riker: I hope so. Troi: Let me take you to your quarters. Riker: Good idea. I've had enough surprises for one day. Troi: Anything familiar?   JEAN- Luc: Hi, Dad. JEAN- Luc: and then Mister Greenburg asked about the Fornax Disaster, and I knew the Enterprise saved all the colonists. But I didn't know. Here it is. But I didn't know the exact stardate their sun went nova, so of you tell me, I'll write it down and that way I won't forget. You don't remember me, do you? Riker: I'm sorry. Troi: I need to talk to your father, Jean-Luc. Would you mind leaving us alone for a moment? Riker: Why didn't you warn me? Troi: Beverly hoped that meeting him like this might make an impact. Help you remember. Riker: Well, it made an impact alright. Troi: Give it time. Riker: Jean-Luc. Troi: Yes. The Admiral was very pleased when you chose that name. He is a wonderful boy. Riker: Deanna, who's his mother? Troi: She died two years ago. A shuttle accident. I'm sorry, Will. Riker: I have no recollection of her at all. What was she like? Troi: Min was beautiful, of course, strong, intelligent, patient. Riker: Well, if she was married to me, she had to be patient. Troi: She was an excellent Captain's wife, and a very good ship's counselor. She took over after I left. Riker: I can't imagine you leaving the Enterprise. Troi: Admiral Picard offered me a position at Starfleet Command. It was a tremendous opportunity. I couldn't refuse. But, what's important right now, today, is that you have a son who needs you. Spend time with him. You may find part of what you've lost. Luc: Pretty bad, huh? Riker: I've heard better. JEAN- Luc: I've been practicing but I still can't get a good tone. Riker: You're putting too much pressure on the mouthpiece. Relax the embouchure. Don't use any muscles you don't need. Jean Luc: Show me again. Riker: Left hand. Right hand. Riker: Sixteen years, you'd think I'd be able to hit that note. Jean Luc: Come on, Dad, you always make that mistake. Riker: Computer. Summarize service record. Riker, William T, Captain. Begin with the Fornax disaster. Computer: Please restate question. Riker: Service record, Riker, William T. Riker: Damn it. JEAN- Luc: Dad? Riker: Computer lag. I can't believe Geordi's still running his diagnostic. JEAN- Luc: Is that what you wanted? Picard: Picard to Captain Riker. The Romulan Ambassador is ready to transport over from the Decius. Riker: On my way. I'd better go. JEAN- Luc: Sure. Dad. Everything's going to be fine. Picard: Troi tells me you met Jean-Luc. How's my namesake holding up to all this? Riker: Better than I am. Troi: We did our best to prepare him. Riker: I'm trying to catch up with all this. I've still got a long way to go. A long way. Picard: Just follow my lead with the Ambassador. You'll be fine. Chief: The Decius reports the Ambassador is waiting to transport. Riker: Beam him aboard. Tomalak: Admiral Picard, Captain Riker. It's good to see you again. Picard: Ambassador Tomalak. Welcome aboard the Enterprise. Tomalak: Thank you, Admiral. It is an honor to be the first Romulan to freely walk about a Federation Starship. Riker: Ambassador Tomalak? At Nelvana three, he threatened to take the hull of the Enterprise home as a war trophy. Troi: That was a long time ago. Many things have changed, including Tomalak. Tomalak: As soon as we arrive at your Outpost twenty three, the final negotiations should go quickly. Picard: I agree, Ambassador. All of the difficult issues have been resolved. Tomalak: After much debate. Your Captain Riker is the kind of negotiator even the Ferengi should avoid. Picard: But we have come to an agreement both sides are happy with, largely thanks to Captain Riker. Tomalak: And we are grateful, Captain. The new alliance will greatly benefit my people. Riker: As I hope it will benefit mine. Tomalak: It will, Captain. It will. Riker: Main Bridge. Tomalak: The virus you contracted, Captain. Have you fully recovered? Picard: I assure you Captain Riker is quite well. He's looking forward to attending the final negotiations as planned. Tomalak: Excellent. The signing of this treaty is an historic occasion. You, of all people, deserve to be there. Riker: Thank you, Ambassador. Tomalak: So this is the Bridge of the Enterprise. And this, I assume, is your Tactical position. Impressive. Riker: Excuse me. Admiral, Deanna, I need a moment with you. Commander Data, if you would accompany the Ambassador on his tour. Data: Certainly, sir. Riker: Excuse us, Ambassador. Data: Ambassador, you may find this of interest. These newly refined sensors are capable of pinpointing the power emissions of a cloaked warbird even at warp. Riker: Are you saying you trust Tomalak? Picard: I trust the process we have built with the Romulans over the past four years. They have nothing to gain by betrayal. Riker: Are you sure? You've always said it's a chess game with the Romulans. Move, counter move, guile and deceit. Troi: I sense no such dishonesty in Tomalak. His desire for peace is sincere. He wants this alliance. There is no cause for concern. Riker: No cause for concern? We're talking about revealing the location of Outpost twenty three, the key to all of our defenses in the Neutral Zone. Picard: I'm sorry, Will, your information is out of date. The strategic importance of Outpost twenty three is minimal. Has been for years. Crusher: Doctor Crusher to Riker. Are you there, Captain? Riker: What is it, Doctor? Crusher: Your son has been injured. He's been taken to Sickbay. You'd better come down here right away. Luc: Dad. Riker: Are you alright? JEAN- Luc: I'm fine. Riker: What happened? Crusher: It's broken, but it's going to be all right in just a minute. Now, let's go easy on this arm for a little while, okay? Riker: How'd this happen? JEAN- Luc: I was in the gym playing parrises squares. Riker: Parrises squares? JEAN- Luc: I fell off the ramp. Riker: At your age? You could break your neck! JEAN- Luc: I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. Crusher: Continue the compression attenuator for two more minutes. Ogawa: Yes, Doctor. Crusher: Can I talk to you for a moment? Riker: I'll be right back. Crusher: Will, how old were you when you first started playing parrises squares? Riker: Alright, I was probably a little younger than he is. It's just that, for all practical purposes, this is my first day as a father and he almost kills himself. Crusher: He didn't almost kill himself. He just broke a wrist, just like a lot of other boys his age when they fall. Riker: You're right. It's difficult. Crusher: Difficult for you? What about for Jean-Luc? Can you imagine how he feels? You've lost sixteen years. Jean-Luc has lost a lot more than that. First his mother and now his father. Ogawa: Good as new, Captain. You can take him home. Riker: Thanks. How's the arm? Jean Luc: It's fine. Dad, I'm really sorry. I mean, I know you've got more important things to do. Riker: There is nothing more important than this, son. Luc: Deck eight. Riker: Halt. I know how hard this is for you. JEAN- Luc: It's okay, Dad. Riker: No, okay's not good enough. When I was your age, my own father he wasn't there for me. And I really needed him. I've often wondered what kind of father I'd be. I never felt quite ready. The idea even scared me a little. JEAN- Luc: Scared? You? Riker: Yeah. But I guess I got over it. You're here. Resume. It's important to me that I don't let you down, Jean-Luc. JEAN- Luc: You never have, Dad. You've always been there for me. Riker: I'll have to take your word for that because I don't remember any of it. Your first step, your first tooth, nothing. And I want to remember. I guess there's only one thing we can do. We've got to build some new memories. Riker: I'm not sure it's still in the memory banks, but I used to have a great fishing program on the holodeck. JEAN- Luc: The Curtis Creek program? Riker: You know it? JEAN- Luc: Sure. We've gone to Curtis Creek lots of times. Riker: Would you like to go again? JEAN- Luc: You bet. Riker: Well as soon as these negotiations are out of the way, you and I are going fishing. JEAN- Luc: Great! Luc: And then Mom tried to net the fish, and she fell in the creek, too. And then you tried to pull us both out, and you fell in. Riker: I'm not sure I want to remember that. JEAN- Luc: Mom really liked Curtis Creek. We went there for picnics and stuff lots of times. Riker: What was she like? JEAN- Luc: She was great. I think of her a lot. I'd better go change. Riker: Computer. Display family record. Riker. William T. Limit to visual. Riker: Display family record. Riker, Mrs. William T. Computer: Please restate request. Riker: Damn. JEAN- Luc: What's wrong, Dad? Riker: The computer still isn't working properly. I can't get a visual of your mother. JEAN- Luc: But I know Mom's pictures are there. Did you give a stardate? Computer. Display family record. Riker, Mrs. William T. Home file. Stardate 58416. Riker: Min! Minuet. JEAN- Luc: Mom was beautiful, wasn't she? Riker: Yes. JEAN- Luc: What's wrong, Dad? Laforge: La Forge to Riker. Riker: Riker here. Laforge: Captain, please come to the Bridge. Riker: On my way. Riker: What's the problem? Laforge: I've had to shut down the warp engines, Captain. Riker: Why? Laforge: Antimatter containment fields are fluctuating. It's nothing to worry about though. Riker: We're on the edge of the Neutral Zone on impulse power, and you're not concerned? Laforge: I'll have the engines back online in no time, sir. Riker: Like you tracked down that faulty processing accelerator? Laforge: I'm running a level one diagnostic. Riker: For thirty hours? It would never take you more than four. You're incapable of that level of incompetence, Mister La Forge. Worf, where did you get that scar? Worf: In combat. Riker: What battle? When? Which sector? Which unit? Mister Data, if we left immediately, when would we arrive at Outpost twenty three? Data: At warp one, in three days, four hours. Riker: How about at warp seven? At warp eight? At warp nine? What's the matter, Data? What happened to those millions of calculations per second? Data: Pardon me, sir. I am experiencing subspace interference which limits my abilities. I can't operate as quickly as Riker: What did you say? Data: I said I cannot operate Riker: No! That's not what you said. You said I can't. You used a contraction, didn't you? Data: Sir, I can explain if you would just give me a moment. Riker: No you can't. Don't even try. Picard: Captain, perhaps it would be best if we discussed this Riker: Shut up! Picard: I beg your pardon? Riker: I said, shut up. As in close your mouth and stop talking. Troi: Will, I sense how upset you are. You're angry and impatient. Riker: Deanna, back off. Well, would anyone else like to speak up? Or shall we end this charade? Tomalak: As you wish, Commander Riker. Tomalak: The charade is over. Riker: The Enterprise? my son you created it all. Tomalak: With the help of our neural scanners and what you would call a holodeck. Now, please tell me. How did you discover the truth? The future we constructed for you should have been convincing. Riker: It wasn't. There was a computer time lag, for one thing. Tomalak: Unavoidable. Our scanners have a limited response time, so whenever you strayed from our expectations. But surely that was not enough to Riker: To smash your house of cards? No. It was the visual record of my wife, Minuet. Bad move. Tomalak: But we chose someone from your past who is still alive. A woman you were extremely attracted to Riker: Your mistake, Tomalak. Minuet was nothing more than a computer generated fantasy I once experienced on another holodeck. Tomalak: Impossible. In your mind that woman exists, physically. Your feelings toward her remain quite passionate. Riker: She was part of a very special program. Tomalak: So much effort, so little accomplished. Riker: If it was Outpost twenty three you were after, why didn't you use your neural scanners to probe my mind? Tomalak: Our scanners are calibrated for Romulan brain patterns. When it comes to human brains, they are less efficient. There were gaps in the information we gathered from your memory. Riker: Gaps? From what I saw, I find that hard to believe. You recreated the Enterprise, the crew, every nuance and smell, sound, with perfect accurate. I didn't see any gaps. I don't buy it, Tomalak. Tomalak: We're wasting time. Bring him. Tomalak: When you and your colleagues transported to this planet, you were less than a kilometer from this base. Your capture was a simple matter. Riker: My colleagues, where are they? Tomalak: We allowed them to transport safely back to the Enterprise, but your signal was diverted. Riker: My people won't stop looking for me, Tomalak. Tomalak: They already have. Tomalak: Please, say hello to your son. Riker: Jean-Luc? Tomalak: That is not his name, of course, nor have you ever really met him. We merely used his image to augment your program. Riker: What have you done to him? Tomalak: While I am gone, please give careful thought to your situation. Riker: What's your name? Riker: Whoa. If we're going to get out of here, you're going to have to trust me. Easy, I'm not going to hurt you. Who are you? How did you get here? My name is Will. Ethan: Ethan. They brought me here with my parents. We were at a research station on Miridian six. Riker: Miridian six? On the edge of the Neutral Zone? I thought that was uninhabited. Ethan: The station was set up last year. Then the Romulans came. Riker: It's odd that the Enterprise wasn't advised. Where are your parents now? Ethan: They took them away. Riker: Do you know why the Romulans are keeping you here? Ethan: No. I just want to get away. Riker: I'll get us out of here, Ethan. Ethan: How? Even if we do get away, they'll find us. They found me when I escaped before. Riker: You escaped? Ethan: Yes. I hid in a secret place for weeks, but they caught me when I came out to find food. Tomalak: I want that information, Commander. I want the location of Outpost twenty three. Very well. I have been given permission to use whatever means are necessary Riker: Ethan, no! Tomalak: Stop him! Riker: That secret hiding place of yours? Ethan: This way Ethan: In here. Riker: Their sensors should have picked us up. Ethan: No, they can't. I heard them. There's something in these rocks. Riker: Heavy metals? Ethan: Right. Ethan: The Romulans forgot all about this storeroom when they rebuilt their tunnels. Here, use these. Help me. Ethan: After I got away last time, I mapped out all their tunnels. Supply depot, communications, living quarters and shuttlebay. Riker: How many guards in the shuttlebay? Ethan: Only two or three. Riker: If we stole a shuttlecraft, that would get us nowhere. The Romulans could follow their own ship to easily. But if we broke into their communications system, we could send a message to the Enterprise. Ethan: We can't do that. The transmitter is on a voice-activated security system. Riker: Do you know whose voice activates it? Ethan: Only Ambassador Tomalak. Riker: Who? Ethan: Tomalak. Riker: Ambassador Tomalak? Tomalak is a Romulan Captain. The only time he was ever called Ambassador was in a holodeck fantasy. How do you know about that? Ethan: You, er, you told me about him. Riker: Who are you? What is your part in all this? Ethan: They've found us! Riker: But you said their sensors didn't work in this tunnel. Ethan: They must have fixed them. We've got to go! Riker: Where are we going to go, Ethan? Ethan: The shuttlebay. There's still time. Riker: I've had enough. Tomalak: Commander, surrender your weapon. Riker: No more games. No more fantasies. I'm not going to play anymore. Riker: It was never the Romulans. It was you all along, wasn't it? Data: There is no question about it, sir. It is his signal. Picard: Picard to Commander Riker. Do you read me? Riker: Riker to Picard. I'm here. Picard: Are you all right? Riker: Yes, sir, I'm all right. What about Riker: Geordi and Worf? Picard: We beamed them up an hour ago. They're fine. Picard: But we lost you in mid-transport. Where've you been? What is going on down there? Riker: I'm not sure yet, sir. Riker: But I think I'm about to find out. Stand by. What shall I call you? Ethan? Jean-Luc? Ethan: It doesn't matter. Riker: This room, it's more than a holodeck, isn't it? Ethan: Much more. The neural scanners read my mind, give me everything I want. Just like they tried to give you everything you wanted. Riker: Everything I wanted? You probed the Enterprise. You lured us here so you could play games with me. I didn't want that, you did. Why? Ethan: My world was invaded. My people killed. My mother brought me here so our enemies would never find me. Riker: They found her, didn't they? Ethan: She knew that they would never stop looking for her, so she made sure I would be safe. Ethan: She left the scanners to protect me, to give me anything I wanted. Riker: Anything? Then why did you kidnap me? Ethan: I wanted you to stay. It's been so long. I just want somebody real. I thought that you'd be happy. I'm sorry. Riker: I have to return to my ship. Come with me. You don't have to stay here anymore. You don't have to be alone anymore. Ethan: My name is Barash. Riker: To me, you'll always be Jean-Luc. Two to transport.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44307.3. I am preparing to leave by shuttlecraft for Pentarus Five, where I have been asked to mediate a dispute among the salenite miners, a contentious group unfortunately prone to violence. But first I must deal with a situation of a far more personal nature. Wesley: Sir? Picard: Mister Crusher, I summoned you almost ten minutes ago. Wesley: Sir, I'm sorry. I was in the middle of a very important experiment. I was using some very volatile compounds. I couldn't just leave them lying out Picard: Excuses, Mister Crusher? Wesley: No, sir. I was just attempting to offer a Picard: Because I can assure you that will not go down well at Starfleet Academy. Wesley: Yes, sir, I'm aware of that. The Academy? Picard: I just received a message from Admiral Nsomeka. She expects you to report in two weeks. A position has opened up in this year's class. Wesley: Thank you. Picard: Now, you'll have to work overtime in order to catch up, but I have assured the Admiral that you are capable of that. Please don't make a liar out of me. Wesley: Oh, no, sir, I won't. Picard: Well, for your final mission aboard the Enterprise you will accompany me to Pentarus Five while I try to sort out the problems with the miners. Commander Riker has told me you've been studying the effects of outpost judiciary decisions on Federation Law. What better way to get first hand experience? Worf: Captain, I am picking up a general distress signal from Gamelan Five. Picard: On screen. Songi: Please. Does anyone read us? Picard: Open a channel. I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship Enterprise. Songi: Captain, I am Chairman Songi of Gamelan Four. An unidentified spacecraft has entered orbit above our planet. Radiation levels in our atmosphere have increased by three thousand percent. We can only assume we are under attack, but the ship will not answer our hails. We are a peaceful planet. We have no ability to defend ourselves. Please, can you help us? Picard: Mister Data, are we close enough for a scan? Data: No, sir, we are out of range. Riker: Any other ships in that sector? Data: Negative, Commander. Picard: Chairman Songi, we will proceed immediately to your planet. Songi: Thank you, Captain. Picard: Commander Riker, take the Enterprise and investigate the problem. Ensign Crusher and I will proceed to Pentarus Five. The miners have sent a shuttle. We shall leave in ten minutes. Wesley: Yes, sir. Laforge: You know, I've noticed here that your maneuvering thrusters are rigged in a configuration I've never seen before. Dirgo: It's my own modification. It's more efficient. You can study it if you want to. Laforge: Excuse me, Captain. I've run safety and operational inspections, Captain. Everything checks out all right, but I won't make any claims as to its comfort. Dirgo: Captain Picard. Captain Dirgo of the shuttlecraft Nenebek. Picard: Ah, Captain. It's good to meet you. Wesley: Captain? Of a mining shuttle? Dirgo: Yes, Ensign, Captain. My ship isn't pretty, she isn't big, but we've logged almost ten thousand hours together. Picard: Oh, yes. She seems a very sturdy craft. Dirgo: We should go. Captain, will you take Ops? Picard: I'll let Ensign Crusher perform that task. I have to study up on Regalian law. Data: Shuttlecraft has cleared the bay, sir. Riker: Ensign Allenby, set a course for the Gamelan system. Warp six. Allenby: Aye, aye, sir. Dirgo: You've done this before? Wesley: Yes. Dirgo: Your Captain back there. If he isn't tougher than he looks, those miners will tear him apart. Wesley: Don't worry about Captain Picard. He'll handle them. Wesley: I've lost navigation. Dirgo: The port thruster quad's gone. Guidance coupling's severed. I can't stabilize her. Wesley: The port thruster module blew. Dirgo: Nenebek to Enterprise, emergency. Do you read? Pentarus station, come in. Communication's gone. Picard: Is your navigational system functioning? Dirgo: Negative. Switching to manual. Fifty million kilometers to Pentarus Five. We may have to put down somewhere else. Picard: Mister Crusher, scan for a class-M environment. Wesley: Aye, sir. Dirgo: I'm going to have to throttle back on the main impulse engines. Wesley: Sir, one of the moons around Pentarus Three registers as class M, barely. The mean temperature is fifty five degrees Celsius. Picard: Life forms indicated? Wesley: Negative, but scanning is limited. There's a very strong magnetic field around the surface. Dirgo: We don't have a choice. Save the impulse engine for controlled entry. Picard: Mister Crusher, reconfigure working thrusters to manual input. Wesley: I'll try, sir but, this grid looks about a hundred years old. Dirgo: We don't have the Federation's resources. Captain, take the helm. I'm rerouting the deuterium flow. Hull temperature seven hundred degrees. Picard: Beginning braking maneuver. Dirgo: We're below mach one. Bypass the thrusters now. Picard: Brace yourself for impact. Picard: Dear God. Let's salvage what we can. The first thing we'll need is shelter from the sun. In this heat, the shuttle will act like an oven. Dirgo: All the systems are out. Can't get a communication channel. Location transponder's gone too. Picard: We'll have to check the craft for something to protect our heads and eyes. And Captain, please recover your medical supplies, food and water rations Dirgo: Well, the medical supplies are all right. Picard: Food and water? Dirgo: The replicator, damaged beyond repair. Picard: Surely you have emergency supplies? Dirgo: This isn't a starship. I have to choose what I carry. Picard: Are you telling me there's no water? Data: Scanning. Vessel reads as an unmanned sublight freighter. Riker: Origin? Data: Indeterminate. Propulsion appears to employ a gaseous core fission reactor, but it is not functioning. Laforge: The radiation levels from that ship are off the scale. Riker: Could that be leakage from their engines? Data: No, sir. Engine reactor elements appear to have been inactive for approximately three hundred years. The vessel is carrying various unstable waste products. Laforge: You mean, it's a garbage scow. Data: Precisely. Riker: Mister Worf, open a hailing frequency. Chairman Songi, this is Commander Riker on board the Enterprise. Songi: Yes, Commander. Riker: It appears you've inherited someone else's problem. An old waste vessel caught by your planet's gravitational pull. Crusher: Have your people begun to suffer from radiation sickness? Songi: Not yet, but some areas are already detecting dangerous levels. Riker: We'll do our best to get it out of here as quickly as possible. Songi: Thank you, Commander. Riker: We're going to push that barge into the Gamelan sun. Data: Sir, the Meltasion asteroid belt lies between here and the sun. Riker: Then we'll have to take it ourselves. We'll use our deflectors clear a path through the asteroids. Laforge: I don't like the idea of getting close enough to that barge to tow it. The radiation levels are so high we'd be risking the contamination of the entire crew. Riker: Do you have a better idea, Geordi? Laforge: We could send over a construction module to attach thrusters to it. Then we could direct it through the asteroid belt from a safe distance. Worf: Commander, a message from the mining settlement on Pentarus Five. The shuttlecraft carrying Captain Picard has not yet arrived. Crusher: They left here at oh eight hundred hours. Worf: They have asked if we are beginning a search. Riker: Tell them we have an emergency situation. We'll begin a search as soon as we've completed that. Worf: Aye, sir. Riker: Mister La Forge, prepare to launch the construction module. I'd like to get this over with as fast as possible. Picard: Any luck with the tricorder, Ensign? Wesley: I think so, sir. The scanning range may be a bit limited, but it's better than nothing. Dirgo: These were on board, Captain. They're working. Picard: Excellent. Our communicators may not be able to get a signal through this strong a magnetic field. I'm fashioning an arrow. If a search party finds the wreckage, they'll know we've headed for those mountains. Dirgo: Are you crazy? They're too far away. We'll never make it. Picard: We can't survive in this sun. Where there's mountains, there's shelter. Dirgo: You've got no right to make the decisions. I'm the captain of this ship. Wesley: If you want to get out of this, I suggest you listen to Captain Picard. He's the one who's going to keep us alive. Picard: Thank you, Ensign, that's enough. Captain Dirgo, you're an able pilot. I welcome your input. Do you feel that there is an alternative we're overlooking? Dirgo: No. Picard: Very well. I suggest a steady pace, not a brisk one. We need to ration our energy. Try breathing through your nose. That way it will help to prevent dehydration. I'll lead. Captain Dirgo, will you bring up the rear? Wesley: And you were worried about how tough the Captain is? Dirgo: Did you find water? Wesley: No, not yet. Dirgo: What are you doing with that? Picard: Mister Crusher? Wesley: I'm not sure, sir. It's an energy reading. Picard: Energy reading? What kind? Wesley: Low frequency EM. It's been getting stronger the closer we get to those mountains. Dirgo: What are you saying? Is something over there, waiting for us? Wesley: I'm not sure what it is. It just keeps registers as a repeating energy pattern. Picard: Ensign, are you suggesting this energy is not naturally occurring? Wesley: The readings could be indicative of some electromagnetic properties in the rocks, but I don't think so. Picard: A life form? Wesley: It's possible. The pattern is fairly organized. Picard: Well, we can't go back and we can't stay here. We've got to keep going for the mountains. No matter what is waiting there. Dirgo: There has to be water in here. Aren't caves formed by water? Picard: Not necessarily. This could be created by volcanic activity. Lava flows. These walls are dry, Mister Crusher, do you have any moisture reading? Wesley: No, sir. But that EM reading? The pattern's changed. The frequency's peaking a lot higher. Wesley: You have water! Dirgo: I wouldn't hide water. That's called dresci. It's from my planet. Picard: It's alcohol. Dirgo: It's medicinal. It's for emergencies. I was going to share it with you. Picard: This wouldn't quench your thirst, it would make it worse. Dirgo: I'll take my chances. Picard: I'm not going to let you waste this. This is more valuable to us as a coolant or disinfectant. Dirgo: It's mine. Picard: Mister Crusher, stow that with the medical supplies. Keep your eye on it. All right, we're going to explore the cave. Mister Crusher, look for any signs of water, no matter how faint. Captain Dirgo, will you lead the way? Crusher: We're projecting that the bulk of the radiation will affect three small island groups. Fortunately, they're very sparsely populated. We'll begin replicating hyronalin now and be ready to transport it to them if it becomes necessary. Please coordinate with all the medical personnel on the planet. Troi: Beverly? We've contacted the nearest Starbase for a search vessel. I'm afraid the closest one is almost a week away. Crusher: I see. Thank you. Troi: But we have asked the mining settlement to send any vessels they might have. You know, there are many reasons why the shuttlecraft may have been delayed. Crusher: Deanna, thank you, but I'm all right. And for now, I have work to do. Worf: Commander, the miners report that they have very few operable shuttlecraft. They want to know when we will be joining the search. Riker: Tell them to stand by. If this works, we'll be on our way. Worf: Aye, sir. Laforge: Thrusters are attached and ready, Commander. Riker: Initiate prefire sequence. Laforge: Prefire command transmitted. Thrusters to standby. Riker: Fire thrusters. Gradual acceleration to forty percent power. Laforge: We've lost one module. Correcting thrust vectors to compensate. Data: Structural integrity of the barge has been compromised. Disintegration is continuing. Riker: Shut down thrusters. Ensign, take us to one thousand meters ahead of the barge and hold. Data: External radiation levels increasing, sir. Allenby: Coming into position at one thousand meters. Riker: Worf, extend shields around the ship. Lock on the tractor beam. Worf: Aye, sir. Computer: Warning. Radiation levels at seventy millirads per minute and rising. Riker: Allenby, set a new course. We'll take it through the asteroid belt ourselves. One quarter impulse. Allenby: Aye, sir. Riker: Doctor Crusher to the Bridge. Crusher: On my way. Riker: Mister Data, I'll a projection of the radiation's impact on the crew. Mister Worf, contact the mining settlement. Tell them we won't be joining the search for awhile. Dirgo: I knew there had to be water. Picard: Mister Crusher what was that? Wesley: It seems to be some kind of tightly confined annular force field, sir. Picard: Put there to protect the water. Wesley: Yes. There has to be a way to deactivate it, sir. Dirgo: We can, with our phasers. Picard: Mister Dirgo, I think it would be wiser Wesley: Captain, the EM reading. The power level's really spiking now. Dirgo: I think it's working. Picard: Dirgo! Picard: Stop firing! Picard: Wesley! Wesley: Apply pressure to that wound. This is the worst break. Dirgo: What was that thing? Wesley: Keep the pressure constant. Picard: Ensign, how bad is it? Wesley: Your right leg is broken. You have a fracture in your left arm. And you took a blow to the head. But we're getting the bleeding under control. Picard: Well done. I'm going to be fine. I just need to get my breath. Dirgo: Are you telling the truth? Wesley: What truth? Dirgo: He's bleeding inside. I've seen it before. He's never going to survive. Wesley: You don't know what you're talking about. Dirgo: You're wasting your time. Will you save that dresci for us. Picard: Mister Dirgo, I would appreciate it if you didn't bury me before I'm gone. Picard: The trouble is, he could be right. Wesley: No, he's not, sir. You're going to be fine. Picard: Wesley, you are going to have to keep a rein on Dirgo. He's wilful and stubborn. That's dangerous. Wesley: You'll handle him, sir. Picard: Wesley, listen to me. I have no feeling in my right leg. My vision is blurred. I'm going to get worse, not better. I'm not going to be able to help you. Now, you are going to have to stand up to Dirgo on your own. Wesley: Yes, sir. Picard: Hey. Good man. First Officer's log, stardate 44307.6. Radiation levels on the Enterprise continue to rise. The ventilation system has started pumping hyronalin into our air supply to counteract the effects. Data: At the rate the radiation levels are increasing, the hyronalin additive will only be effective for another thirty eight minutes. Crusher: Crusher to Medical unit one, evacuate and seal off all non-operational areas. Group the crew and their families in the interior corridors of decks nine and ten. Radiation exposure protocol. Ogawa: Acknowledged, Doctor. Riker: Mister Data, at our current speed, how long will it take us to get through the asteroid belt? Data: Fifty one minutes, fourteen seconds, sir. Crusher: There's going to be a lot of casualties if we can't get there any faster. Riker: Mister La Forge, how much more can we get out of that tractor beam? Laforge: We're already at the maximum limits of our towing speed, Commander. Riker: Let's see if we can establish a new upper limit. Laforge: Yes, sir. Data, monitor the shearing effect on the beam. Increasing to one half impulse. Data: Tractor beam is holding. Shearing force, eighty metric tons per meter. Laforge: Increasing to three quarters impulse. Data: Shearing force ninety two metric tons. Ninety three. Tractor beam is destabilizing. Se are going to lose the barge, Commander. Riker: Reduce power. Allenby: One half impulse. Riker: Geordi, you've got to stabilize that tractor beam. Laforge: I can't divert any more power to the shields. We're already hitting our maximum thermal limits. Only other choice is to bring some other fusion reactors online, but we're running at peak coolant pressure. Riker: Do it. Computer: Warning. Radiation levels at one hundred fifty millirads per minute and rising. Lethal exposure in thirty five minutes. Wesley: How did this happen? Dirgo: That thing did it. Wesley: These are selenium fibers. Electrically deposited. The EM pattern is back down. It only peaks when we move towards the water. Whatever we saw must act like a sentry to try to guard the fountain. When we're not moving toward the water, the wave pattern stays low. Right between five and fifteen megahertz. Dirgo, move toward the fountain. Dirgo. Wesley: There. It just went to forty. Dirgo: What is this getting us? We've got to get to the water. Wesley: If I can figure out how to manipulate the frequency, maybe I can control it. The sentry first appeared when you used your phaser. That means it could respond to heat, or collinated energy. Dirgo: If you're right, we can use a phaser to lure it away. Wesley: Hold on. We need to know what we're dealing with before we start doing anything. Dirgo: Enough talking, it's time to do something. I'll start firing. When it comes, you fire and draw it away. Wesley: Dirgo, I can't. Dirgo: Put your phaser on automatic. Leave it on that ledge and take cover. Wesley: And what makes you think it's going to go for my phaser and not for yours? Dirgo: Because I'll be firing on the lowest setting. You use maximum. Wesley: There is no evidence that it responds differently to higher settings. We have to figure out our options before we just Dirgo: While we are doing that, your Captain is dying. With those wounds, most men would already be dead. If he doesn't get water. When I start firing, you better do your part. First Officer's log, supplemental. Mister La Forge has diverted power from auxiliary fusion generators in an attempt to stabilize the tractor beam. This is the only hope of increasing our towing speed so we can clear the asteroid belt before radiation levels become fatal. Computer: Warning. Radiation levels at three hundred millirads per minute and rising. Lethal exposure in one minute. Laforge: Ready, Commander. I'll be rotating the output of the auxiliary reactors, but it should still give us the power we need. Riker: Proceed, Mister La Forge. Laforge: Increasing to three quarters impulse. Data: Shearing force is at one hundred three metric tons. Tractor beam is stable. Laforge: Full impulse. Data: Tractor beam is holding. Computer: Warning. Lethal radiation exposure in thirty seconds. Worf: We are within visual range of the asteroid belt. Riker: On screen. Computer: Warning. Lethal radiation exposure in fifteen seconds. Riker: Prepare to cut the barge loose. Computer: Warning. Lethal radiation exposure in ten seconds. Data: We have cleared the asteroids, sir. Riker: Let it go. Picard: Cold. Wesley: When the sun went down, the temperature really dropped. This should help. Picard: Good. Thank you. I'm not much good to you, Wesley. Wesley: Sir, Dirgo is dead. I should've tried harder to stop him, but he. Captain! Captain Picard! Sir, stay with me. Picard: I'm trying. Wesley: Sir, do you remember when we took the shuttlecraft to Starbase five one five? I was dreading it. Six hours alone with you. But it didn't turn out the way that I thought. You opened up to me. I kind of got to know you. Picard: Wesley, it's my fault that you're here. I shouldn't have asked you. Wesley: Sir, I'm honored you wanted me along. Picard: I was selfish. I thought I wouldn't see you again. I'm sorry. Wesley: Sir, in the past three years I've lived more than most people do in a lifetime. I think I'm very lucky. no matter what happens. How many people get to serve with Jean-Luc Picard? Sir, you don't know this. No one knows this, because I never told anyone. All of the things I've worked for, school, my science projects, getting into the Academy, I've done it all because I want you to be proud of me. If there is one thing that I've learned from you, it's that you don't quit. And I'm not going to quit now. I've seen you think yourself out of worse problems than this, and I'm going to think us out of this. You're not going to die. I'm not going to let you die. I'll get to the water and I'll keep you alive until they find us. I promise. First Officer's log, supplemental. The Enterprise is returning to the last known location of the missing shuttlecraft. Riker: Are you certain? Data: It is definitely debris. The primary material is duranium, with smaller proportions of sonodanite and ermanium. Laforge: Most shuttlecraft hulls are made of duranium. Crusher: Then they're gone. Data: Not necessarily, Doctor. There is far too little debris to account for an entire shuttlecraft. Riker: So what is it? Laforge: You know, Dirgo had his maneuvering thrusters rigged a funny way. Claimed it was more efficient. If one of them blew it might have left debris like that. Riker: If only one of his thrusters was out, he could still have set down somewhere. Data: The only Class M planets in the system are Pentarus two and five, both of which have been thoroughly searched by the miners. Riker: Then we'll search them again. Data: Sir, there are also four moons in the Pentarus system that could support life. Riker: Have the miners searched them? Worf: Not yet, sir. Riker: Which one is the closest one to the debris coordinates? Data: Lambda Paz, one of the moons of Pentarus three. Riker: Set a course, Ensign. Picard: Aupres de ma blonde, il fait bon, fait bon, fait bon. Ensign, where are we? Wesley: We crashed, sir. We're in a cave. Picard: I need water. Wesley: Sir, we don't have any water. Don't you remember? We tried to get to the fountain and Captain Dirgo Picard: Yes, I remember. Wesley: I think I'm on to something. I've analyzed the sentry's energy patterns. Picard: Wesley, I may not make it. Wesley: I've taken the transponder element from my communicator and I've used it to modify my tricorder. Picard: No, listen. Wesley: I think I can use it to interrupt the sentry's electrical pattern. Stop it, maybe slow it down. Picard: Listen to me. Wesley: Yes, sir. Picard: There's so much I wanted to tell you. The Academy, there's someone, someone who meant a great deal to me. He's been there forever. Someone you must get to know. His name is Boothby. Now, you tell him that you and I were friends. Now, when I was there, he helped me. Listen to him. Wesley: What does he teach? Picard: He's the groundskeeper. One of the wisest men I ever knew. Oh, I envy you, Wesley Crusher. You're just at the beginning of the adventure. Go on. Get the water. Stay alive. They'll find you. Wesley: I'll be back soon. Picard: Of course. Wesley. You remember I was always proud of you. Wesley: It worked! Wesley: Captain? Captain Picard? Wake up. Wesley: Captain? Crusher: Wesley? Wesley. Wesley! Wesley: Mom? Crusher: Yes. Wesley: Oh, mom. Crusher: Wesley, thank God! Wesley: I am so happy to see you. Crusher: You're okay. Come on. Wesley: How did you find us? Crusher: We found the wreckage, and the arrow which indicated your direction. We'll take Wesley by stretcher as well. Wesley: No, I can walk. Picard: Doctor. Crusher: We're taking you back to the Enterprise. We've stabilized your vital signs. All right, let's go now. Picard: One moment. Mister Crusher? Wesley: Yes, sir. Picard: What are you doing in such a filthy uniform? Wesley: You don't look so ship-shape yourself, sir. Picard: Wesley, you will be missed.

Brooks: It's been five months since Marc's accident. I haven't missed a single hour of my duties. I volunteered for extra time in the nursery. My language studies are better than they've ever been. Somebody else might have given in, but I didn't. Troi: Given in to what? Brooks: Death is a normal part of life. Maybe some of us are better at facing that than others. Troi: Maybe some of us aren't facing it at all. Brooks: What do you mean? Troi: Recovery from a great loss involves a great deal of pain. If we try to avoid that pain, we can make it harder on ourselves in the long run. Brooks: But I feel fine. Troi: Today would have been your husband's thirty eighth birthday. Brooks: You keep excellent records, Deanna. Last night. I dreamt Marc was with me, celebrating. I was so glad that this nonsense was finally over. Then I woke up. Alone. And I knew that he was dead. For the first time, I knew it. I looked around for anything that belonged to him. Anything. I forgot that after the funeral I told them to take it all away. What in the world was I thinking? Troi: They didn't take everything away. Brooks: How did you know? Picard: An ancient trail along the Kabul River in the Himalayas. It's a wonderful program. Will, it would do you good to have a little fresh holodeck air. Riker: I think my horsemanship is a little rusty for the Himalayas. Thanks anyway. Picard: Nonsense. We program an appropriately docile steed Worf: Captain. Sensors indicate a vast field of Picard: Of what, Lieutenant? Worf: It's gone. But something did appear directly in our path. Allenby: Deflector shields are not encountering elevated levels of interstellar matter. Riker: A sensor echo, Data? Data: Uncertain. I have no unusual readings, Commander. Brooks: I promise I'll come by to see you tomorrow. Deanna, are you alright? Troi: What? What? Brooks: You faded out there for a second. Troi: Oh. No, no, I'm fine. I'm just very tired, that's all. Will I see you tomorrow? Brooks: Tomorrow. Thank you, Deanna. Data: An aggregate field of plane-polarized objects has just appeared. And disappeared. Riker: Recommend we run a diagnostic on the forward sensor array. We don't want a ghost tailing us all the way to T'lli Beta. Worf: I'm not convinced it is a ghost. There may be something there, Commander. Picard: Ensign Allenby, full stop. Allenby: Aye, sir. Picard: Let's investigate both possibilities. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44356.9. Sensor diagnostics have been completed and indicate that all systems are normal. There remains no explanation for the images which appeared in our path. Data: I have completed another full scan of the area, sir. There is no further indication of the anomaly. Picard: Ensign, prepare to resume course to T'lli Beta. Mister Data, what velocity would put us back on schedule? Data: A resumption of our present course at warp six will place us in the T'lli Beta system in six days, thirteen hours, forty seven minutes. Riker: What, no seconds? Data: I have discovered, sir, a certain level of impatience when I calculate a lengthy time interval to the nearest second. However, if you wish Riker: No, no. Minutes is fine. Picard: Stand ready at warp six, Ensign. Allenby: Aye, sir. Picard: Engage. Riker: Riker to Engineering. Geordi, what the hell happened? Laforge: Checking. Looks like the field collapsed before we could enter warp. Laforge: Recommend full stop while I check it out. Picard: Back to full stop, Ensign. Allenby: Aye, sir. Data: All decks reporting minor injuries only. Picard: Damage? Data: None, sir. Worf: Weapons and shields normal. Riker: Go to yellow alert. Allenby: Captain, we've started moving again. Something is pulling us. Troi: Troi to Doctor Crusher. Crusher: Yes, Deanna? Troi: Beverly Troi: I'm feeling very dizzy. Crusher: Did you hit your head? Troi: I'm not sure. I'm not sure what happened. Crusher: Lie down, breathe deeply and stay calm. I'm getting calls from all over the ship. I'll be there as quickly as I can. Allenby: New heading confirmed. Zero two five mark two seven three. Speed is holding at one tenth impulse. Riker: Whatever's pulling us sure isn't in a hurry. Picard: Picard to La Forge. Laforge: Go ahead, Captain. Picard: If your engines are functioning we'll attempt to break free. Laforge: Everything down here seems normal enough, sir, but I suggest we take it a bit slower this time. Picard: Ensign, bring us around ninety degrees to starboard. Allenby: New course laid in at ninety degrees to starboard. Picard: One quarter impulse, engage. Allenby: Aye, sir. Nothing, Captain. Speed and course are unaffected. Picard: One half impulse. Allenby: No change. Picard: Full impulse. Rotate heading in five degree increments. Allenby: Aye, sir. Riker: La Forge? Laforge: There's nothing wrong down here. The engines are fine. Data: Integrity field stress exceeding eighty two million kilodynes. Recommend immediate shutdown, sir. Picard: Make it so, Ensign. Allenby: All engines down. We're still being pulled. Same heading, same speed. Crusher: I got here as quickly as I could. I've got a Sickbay filled with headaches. How are you? Troi: Well, when I first called you I was feeling intense pain. Now it's gone, but I'm feeling a bit foggy. Crusher: I'd like to take you to Sickbay and run an inner nuncial series. Can you walk? Riker: All senior staff report to the Observation Lounge. Crusher: Are you up to that? Troi: I think so. Crusher: What is it? Troi: Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine. Riker: Could it be some sort of tractor beam? Data: No other ship is indicated. Picard: Mister Worf, what is your analysis? Worf: Tactical sensor readings are indeterminant. Laforge: They don't even give us enough for an educated guess. Riker: And yet all sensors are operating properly. Picard: Can there be an intelligence at work here? Counselor, do you sense a lifeform out there? Troi: No, I don't think so. No. There's nothing. Nothing. I sense nothing. Picard: It's alright, Counselor. Perhaps there's nothing out there to sense. Data: Indeed, there are many races that are not empathically detectable. The Breen, the Ferengi, the Troi: No, you don't understand. I don't sense anything. Not out there, not in here. All of you, you're all blank to me. Crusher: No indication of a concussion or a blow to the head. Just a pattern of unresponsive neural cells throughout the cerebellum and cerebral cortex. Troi: Unresponsive? Crusher: There's brain damage. How serious, I can't tell yet. Troi: But I feel perfectly fine otherwise. Riker: Can you treat it? Crusher: I'm not sure. I have to review the database on Betazoid neurophysiology. Troi: The Betazoid brain has a remarkable ability to heal itself. This condition could just reverse itself time. Crusher: It might. But you are half human. That changes the map a little. I don't want to offer you any false hopes. Troi: It's just hope, Beverly. Not false hope. Riker: What would cause something like this? Because it started at the same time we encountered the anomaly. Crusher: There may be a connection. I don't know. If you were anyone else, you know the first thing I'd do? I'd send you to Counselor Troi. Troi: Well, then I have an advantage, don't I? I see her quite often. Crusher: Deanna, it's no different than one of us suddenly going blind. Troi: You don't have to tell me, Beverly. I understand the psychology. Crusher: You may understand it but you've never had to live with it. Troi: I may be perfectly fine by tomorrow. Crusher: And you may not. Now, I'll do my homework. I'll see what I can do to regenerate those cells. In the meantime, I want you to talk to someone. There are several people on board who have degrees in psychology, who are qualified therapists. Troi: Okay, fine, if I need to. Right now, I just want to go back to work. Riker: Deanna. Troi: If there are no medical objections? Crusher: No medical objections. Troi: Thank you, Beverly. Will. Troi: Come in. Riker: I don't have a psychology degree, but if you'd like to talk? Troi: You know what the worst part of this is? And I've seen it happen to so many patients. Riker: What? Troi: The way other people change. How they start to treat you differently. They walk on eggshells around you. Sometimes they avoid you altogether. Sometimes they become overbearing, reach out a helping hand to the blind woman. Riker: I'm sorry if I Troi: I will not be treated that way! Riker: Hey! Imzadi. Troi: Oh, please. Riker: Deanna, I've never seen you quite so scared. Troi: I'm fine. If I get better, I get better. If I don't, I'll adapt. Life goes on. Riker: Deanna. Troi: I really have to finish this. I have some appointments this afternoon. Data: Probe launch successful. Telemetry transmissions are being received. Laforge: Okay, let's see what we've got. Nothing unusual here. The same reading as the ship sensors. Data: Expanding analysis parameters. Including Bayesian functions, broad EM and subspace spectrum polling. Laforge: No change. Data: I am adding virtual particle trajectories. Laforge: Whoa. What is that? Data: Unknown. I am attempting to analyze motion pattern. Results still inconclusive. Laforge: Last time I saw anything that looked like that, I was skin-diving off the coral reefs at Bracas Five. Troi: You said you woke up a new woman this morning. Brooks: That's how I feel. Troi: Tell me about her, this new woman. Brooks: She's not holding anything back any more. Troi: She's not? Brooks: I let it all out last night. I cried for two hours. I realized that I had never accepted the loss of my husband. I worked hard, I kept busy, I did everything to pretend it never happened. Troi: And you feel different now? Brooks: Completely. Troi: Can I share something important with you? Brooks: Of course. Troi: I've temporarily lost my empathic sense. It's kind of like having one hand tied behind your back. Brooks: I'm so sorry. Do you want me to come back? Troi: No, no, I'm fine. It's just I feel before we continue it's important you know that. Okay? Brooks: All right. Troi: Because I can't tell how you're feeling this morning, but it seems to me that one night of crying can't make up for months of denial. Brooks: No. You're wrong. I feel better today than I have in ages. You're absolutely wrong, Deanna. Data: The probe's point of view reveals that the objects exist entirely in two dimensions, on a single plane. Laforge: They have length and width, but not height. Virtually flat. Data: That is why the ship's forward sensors did not detect them initially. We were looking at them along their edge. There was no surface to read. I will illustrate. Picard: Are they a lifeform? Data: The movement pattern within the cluster is not a naturally occurring phenomenon in the Newtonian sense. They appear to be alive. Riker: Can you explain why they're pulling us along with them? Laforge: Somehow, they're able to polarize the graviton field as they move about. We're caught in the wake. Riker: How do we get out of it? Laforge: Best idea for now is to try a controlled overload of the warp drive. Jump directly to warp six. The laws of a three-dimensional universe say it should work. Don't know about a two-dimensional universe though. Picard: Fascinating. So many questions. How can a two-dimensional entity have access to a three-dimensional universe? And are they aware of us? Number One, if we can put off the T'lli Betans, I would like to investigate this further as soon as we're free of the graviton field. Laforge: It's a shame we can't tell if they're sentient. Troi: What do you mean by that? I'm doing the best that I can. Picard: No one suggested otherwise, Counselor. Mister Data, try to isolate any signal patterns from the cluster. Perhaps there'll be a basis for communication. Mister La Forge, we'll attempt your warp jump as soon as you're prepared. That'll be all. Counselor Crusher: How are you feeling? Troi: Beverly, I can't do my job. I'm absolutely lost. You have to do something. Crusher: I cross-referenced your scan results with the baseline files in the computer. Nothing helpful has turned up. And so far the lab work is inconclusive. Troi: Inconclusive. What does that mean? Crusher: It means there is nothing I can do now. I am still trying. Troi: How do you people live like this? Crusher: We get by pretty well, actually. And so will you, in time. Troi: You have no idea. No idea what this is like. How can you know what it's like to lose something you never had? Crusher: I don't claim to. Troi: And yet you're telling me I'm supposed to get used to it. Crusher: If our positions were reversed, what would you tell me? Troi: If our positions were reversed, I wouldn't have been in here treating skinned elbows while you were lying passed out on your office floor. I'd have been there a lot sooner. Perhaps in time to prevent this from ever happening! Troi: I've been working with Ensign Brooks since the death of her husband. She's avoided the reality of what happened, denied it to herself, and I realize I've been doing the same thing about my condition. Picard: That's perfectly understandable. Troi: It's time I accept the truth, Captain, and resign as ship's counselor. Picard: Resign? Troi: I can no longer fulfilll my obligations. What other option is there? Picard: Deanna, I've been fortunate to have access to your Betazoid abilities. Most starship captains have to be content with a human counselor. Empathic awareness is not a requirement of your position. Troi: It is for me. Picard: I'm sure that after a while you'll be able to adjust. They say when one loses a sense, the other senses become stronger to compensate. A blind man develops better hearing. Troi: With all due respect, Captain, you don't know what you're talking about. That is a common belief with no scientific basis, no doubt created by normal people who felt uncomfortable around the disabled. I am disabled, and I'm telling you I cannot perform my duties. Picard: There was a teacher of mine at the Academy who had been confined to a wheelchair since birth. She was a woman Troi: Captain, spare me the inspirational anecdote and just accept my resignation. Troi: Come in. Troi: I really would rather be alone right now. Riker: Too bad. Troi: Is this how you handle all of your personnel problems? Riker: Sure. You'd be surprised how far a hug goes with Geordi, or Worf. Troi: Will, I don't know what to do. Riker: So you resign? You walk away from all the people who care about you? Troi: I look around me and all I see are surfaces without depth. Colorless. Hollow. Nothing seems real. Riker: I'm real. Troi: No, you're not. You're a projection, with no more substance to me than a character on the holodeck. Riker: I don't believe that. Troi: You have no idea how frightening it is to just be here without sensing you, without sharing your feelings. Riker: That's it, isn't it? We're on equal footing now. Troi: What? Riker: You always had an advantage. A little bit of control of every situation. That must have been a very safe position to be in. To be honest, I'd always thought there was something a little too aristocratic about your Betazoid heritage. As if your human side wasn't quite good enough for you. Troi: That isn't true. Riker: Isn't it? Laforge: La Forge to Riker. Riker: Go ahead, Geordi. Laforge: We are ready to attempt a controlled overload jump to warp six. Riker: Acknowledged. I'm on my way to the Bridge. I'll check in on you later. Troi: Really, you don't have to. Riker: I will check in on you later. Allenby: Setting a new course at optimal shearing angle. Bearing two one seven mark two zero three. Laforge: Engaging impulse Laforge: Engines now. Picard: Mister La Forge, go to warp. Laforge: Aye, sir. Riker: Status? Allenby: Unchanged. We have not broken free of the graviton field. Data: Integrity-field pressure has increased by two hundred seventeen percent, Captain. Computer: Warning. Differential stress will exceed upper limit in fifteen seconds. Picard: Disengage all engines. Computer: Warning. Differential stress will exceed upper Laforge: Engines disengaged, sir. Riker: Report, La Forge. Laforge: The energy we wanted to transfer to the nacelles Laforge: Was absorbed by the graviton wake instead. It set up a torsional wave that rebounded back to the ship. Laforge: We're lucky the hull is still in one piece. Picard: This little nuisance is beginning to lose its fascination. Data: Sir, during our attempt to break away, I recorded a momentary alteration of the movement pattern within the cluster. Riker: You think we got their attention, Data? Data: Perhaps, but just for an instant. The pattern immediately returned to its previous dynamic. Picard: Follow up on it, Mister Data. Input your observations into the Universal Translator. Data: Aye, sir. Picard: Perhaps the movements themselves are an attempt at communication. Guinan: More tea? I didn't mean to startle you. Troi: That's alright. I'm getting used to it. Guinan: May I? Troi: Sure. Guinan: Are you really getting used to it? Troi: No. Guinan: Do you want to talk about it? Troi: No. Guinan: Good. I get so tired of people coming in with their problems. They come in, they want a shoulder to cry on, and generally it turns out to be mine. Troi: You'd make a good counselor. Guinan: I think so too. So I'm going to talk to Picard about it. Troi: About what? You becoming counselor? Guinan: Well, yes, you're leaving. That means there won't be a counselor on board, and I suppose I'm going to have a very long line at that bar. It would be nice to have a nice office, too. Troi: It's more than just letting them cry on your shoulder. It takes an enormous commitment. Guinan: I can do that. Troi: Guinan, people come to you to talk about things they want to reveal. As ship's counselor, you have to get them to talk about things they don't want to reveal. Guinan: I could do that too. Troi: What are you? You don't really want to be ship's counselor. Guinan: What would make you say that? Troi: I just know you're not serious. Guinan: Have I given you any indication that I might not serious? Troi: Not really, but Guinan: Then how do you know? Are your empathic abilities coming back? Troi: No. I suppose it's just instinctive. I get it. You're trying to make me see that I have other abilities to draw on. Human intuition, instincts. Guinan, those skills only develop after years of experience. It's not that easy. Guinan: No one said it was easy. It's much harder than you think. Human intuition and instinct are not always right, but they do make life interesting. Troi: So I'm discovering. Riker: Problem, Data? Data: Yes, Commander. Sensors are detecting highly accelerated interstellar gasses. Riker: Suggesting? Data: Uncertain, sir. The phenomenon is within visual range. Riker: On screen. Magnify. Data: It appears to be a cosmic string fragment. Only one hundred seven kilometers long. Allenby: A cosmic string? Riker: No wider than a proton but with gravitational fields as powerful as a black hole. Data: The two-dimensional beings seem to be caught in the gravitational pull of the string. Their course is taking them directly toward it. Riker: And us right along with them. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44359.5. What began as a curious inconvenience has turned into a serious threat. At current speed, the two-dimensional beings and the Enterprise will be drawn into the cosmic string fragment in seven hours. Data: The entities offer no indication that they are aware of the string fragment, Captain. Their course and speed remain constant. Worf: Sir, recommend we fire a spread of photon torpedoes into their field. Picard: Must we destroy them to save ourselves? Data: It is unclear what affect a photon torpedo would have on a two-dimensional beings, sir. Picard: Nevertheless. Laforge: Well, we wouldn't necessarily have to fire at them. Half a dozen photon torpedo bursts directly in their path could make them change course. Picard: Make it so. Worf: Torpedoes armed. Fire distribution set. Detonation at seven kilometers ahead of the cluster. Riker: Data, launch another probe. Patch the monitor through to the main viewer. Data: Probe has been launched. On screen. Picard: Proceed, Mister Worf. Worf: Launching photon torpedoes. Detonation in five seconds. Three, two, one. Data: There is no change in the graviton field. The torpedoes are having no effect, sir. Picard: Fire another volley directly into their field, Mister Worf. Worf: Launching torpedoes. Detonation in five seconds. Three, two, one. Data: Matter-antimatter explosions appear to be ineffective, sir. Troi: Come in. Janet. Oh, I'm sorry, I meant to cancel your appointment today. Actually, I'm resigning as Ship's Counselor. Brooks: Why? Troi: I think it was fairly clear during your last appointment. It was obviously non productive. I couldn't sense what you were feeling. Brooks: Deanna, you were right about me. I had to go back and look at what I was doing, see why I was trying to convince myself and you that I was a new woman. You made me realize I was doing exactly the same thing to myself as I was before. Trying to hide from the pain. Maybe you couldn't sense what I was feeling, but you helped. Picard: Come. Troi: You wanted to see me, Captain? Picard: Yes, Counselor. Sit down, please. Our situation has become critical. The cluster remains completely unresponsive. We have not been able to alter its course toward the cosmic string fragment. Troi: How much time do we have? Picard: Less than five hours. Which is why I have called you. Troi: Sir? Picard: All that remains is the possibility of communication. There might be some way that we can warn them of their impending destruction. Troi: I thought Data had already tried to establish communications through the universal translator. Picard: He has tried every technical means at our disposal to reach them. Troi: I wish I knew how to help, Captain, but under the circumstances Picard: If there is a psychology to these creatures, we must discover it. If there is an explanation for their behavior, we must know what it is. Even in your current condition, you are the most qualified person aboard this ship to assist. Data is in Observation attempting to formulate a strategy. I want you to join him. Deanna, we need you. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. If our speed and course remain unchanged, in one hour the Enterprise will be torn apart by the gravitational forces of the cosmic string fragment. Troi: Are your signals reaching them? Data: Possibly. However, the beings may perceive them as negligible noise rather than an attempt at communication. Troi: Is there any evidence at all that they're sentient? Data: Negative. The nature of their movement suggests a simple order of intelligence. Troi: I'm sorry, Data. I don't seem to be much help without my empathic abilities. I just don't know how to draw on my human instinct. Data: As I have no human instinct per se, I cannot advise you, Counselor. Troi: Right now, I feel as two-dimensional as our friends out there. In the universe but barely aware of it. Just trying to survive on instinct. Data, what if they're simply acting instinctively? There are inherent, inborn forces in every species. What they need, what they fear. We have to discover what drives this species. Data: I do not believe there is any way we can know for certain, Counselor. Troi: We can speculate on the available evidence. Data: The only evidence we have at present is the brief interruption in their movement pattern during our last attempt to break away. Troi: Which may suggest some kind of awareness of our presence. Data: Otherwise their course and speed have been constant. Troi: On a straight line to the cosmic string. You're convinced the string's gravitation is pulling them in? Data: Because the cluster is two-dimensional, I do not have enough direct evidence to support that assumption. However, it is the most reasonable hypothesis. Troi: Why? Data: It is unlikely they would intentionally move toward a destructive force. Troi: Moths fly toward a flame. Horses sometimes run into a burning barn. Data, don't you see? We've been thinking in three dimensions. We have to get two-dimensional. Data: Pardon me? Troi: Subspace signals, photon torpedoes, nothing's had an impact. It is reasonable to wonder if a gravitational pull, even as strong as a cosmic string's, would affect them. Data: Please continue. Troi: What if they've chosen a course to the cosmic string? A case of pure stimulus response, driven by instinct, just like the moth to a flame. Data: If Counselor Troi's supposition is correct, a replica of the string projected behind the cluster could induce them to reverse course, disrupting the graviton wake long enough for us to escape. Picard: How do you simulate a cosmic string? It has the gravitational force of a hundred stars. Data: I do not suggest simulating the gravitational field of the string fragment, rather the string's vibration. Riker: Vibration? We're not talking about a violin, Data. Laforge: No, Data's right. The principle is still the same. A cosmic string emanates a characteristic set of subspace frequencies as atomic particles decay along its event horizon. I could use the ship's parabolic dish to amplify and reflect those frequencies back toward the cluster. The Enterprise itself would echo the cosmic string. Picard: How much time do we have, Mister Worf? Worf: Twenty three minutes, sir. Picard: Make it so. Data: Frequency-scan detectors engaged. Laforge: Receiving. Laforge: Data, we're picking up frequencies across the entire electromagnetic and lower subspace spectrum. Trying to isolate. Data, can you focus the reflector field for me? Data: Stand by. Data: I am differentiating particle-emission signatures now. Laforge: Good. Good, that's doing it. Patterns are converging. Allenby: Same course, same speed. No change, sir. Worf: We are beginning to encounter the gravitational effects of the string. Impact is in four minutes. Data: Sir, shear force turbulence is impairing our ability to create an accurate simulation. Riker: Geordi, fire up the impulse engines. Activate the Riker: Ship's stabilizers. Laforge: Stabilizers on. Data: Electromagnetic and subspace wave fronts approaching synchronization. Worf: Three minutes to impact. Riker: Status? Allenby: The cluster is unaffected. Same course, same speed. Picard: Let's try turning up the volume. Increase the intensity, Mister Data. Data: Increasing by fifty percent. Allenby: They're slowing. Laforge: Graviton-wake field collapsing. Picard: Mister La Forge, get us out of here. Laforge: With pleasure, sir. Allenby: The beings have resumed their course into the string. Three seconds to impact. Troi: It's all right. They're home. We were wrong. The cosmic string it was never dangerous to them. It was the one place in the galaxy they most wanted to be. Riker: Deanna? Troi: Yes. I sensed it. Troi: Such overwhelming intensity of emotion. When we first encountered them, it must have been more than my senses could process. Riker: A short circuit. Troi: Something like that. Oh, Beverly. Crusher: Apology accepted. Therapists are always the worst patients. Except for doctors, of course. Come by and see me in my office later, okay? Troi: I was so awful to her. Guinan: You were just being human. Troi: I never fully appreciated how difficult and how rewarding it is to be human, but I had a lot of help. Thanks. Guinan: Now, is that counselor position is still open aboard ship? Troi: It's been taken. Guinan: I just thought I'd ask. Better hours. Excuse me. Troi: And you. Thank you for making me face my other half. Riker: Frightening, isn't it? Troi: A little. You were right, though. There is something to be learned when you're not in control of every situation. Riker: Welcome to the human race. Troi: By the way. The next time you call me aristocratic.

Scene: Second Officer's personal Log, Stardate 44390.1. Record entry for transmission to Commander Bruce Maddox, Cybernetics Division, Daystrom Institute. Dear Commander Maddox, Data: In reference to your most recent letter, I agree that your study lacks sufficient primary source information on my programming and operation. Therefore, in response to your request, this correspondence will include a complete record of my activities during a normal day, with particular emphasis on my perceptions of friendship. Data: Commander Riker, you are fifteen minutes early. Riker: Well, it's a very special day. I thought the father of the bride would enjoy being relieved early on the wedding day. Data: Thank you, sir. Riker: Nervous? Data: I cannot become nervous, sir. However, I do sense a certain anticipation regarding my role in the wedding. Riker: Anything to report? Data: All systems normal, sir. Sickbay reports that Lieutenant Juarez went into labor at zero four hundred hours. We remain at station awaiting the arrival of Starship Zhukov and guest quarters have been prepared for Ambassador T'Pel. Riker: Very well. I have the Bridge. Data: Aye, sir. Riker: Begin day watch. Data: Initially, Commander Maddox, I found it difficult to maintain friendships, since human emotions are often puzzling to me. Data: Eventually, I developed a program enabling me to predict human emotional responses to specific actions. Keiko: Come in. Data: It is time for the wedding rehearsal. Keiko: I know. Data, I've decided not to go through with it. Data: You do not wish to rehearse? Keiko: No, I'm calling off the wedding. Data: May I ask why? Keiko: It's just the right thing to do. Data: Have your feelings for Chief O'Brien changed? Keiko: I'm supposed to be getting married, Data. I should be happy, but I'm not. I just feel this weight pressing down on me. Data: Will canceling the wedding make you happy? Keiko: Yes. He'll probably be just as relieved as I am. Data, you introduced us to each other. You mean a lot to both of us. I would really appreciate it if you would tell Miles for me. Data: If you wish. Data: My friend Chief O'Brien often says that above all else, he wants to make Keiko happy. Since canceling the wedding will make her happy, I must conclude the Chief will be pleased at her decision. Data: I have good news. O'Brien: Oh? Data: Keiko has made a decision designed to increase her happiness. She has canceled the wedding. O'Brien: She what? Canceled the wedding? Today? Without even a word? Of all the childish, selfish, irresponsible things to do! Laforge: Next time, maybe I should break the good news. Data: Commander Maddox, it would appear that my program designed to predict the emotional responses needs adjustment. Second Officers personal log, supplemental. This is the one thousand five hundred fiftieth day since the Enterprise was commissioned. Besides the arrival of Ambassador T'Pel, other events occurring today include four birthdays, two personnel transfers, a celebration of the Hindu Festival of Lights, two chess tournaments, one secondary school play, and four promotions. Overall, an ordinary day. Technician: The Zhukov is ready for transport, sir. Data: Energize. Data: Welcome aboard the Enterprise, Ambassador. T'Pel: I would meet with your Captain. Data: Sine I am not affected by emotional considerations, I am closer to being Vulcan than human. However, while their devotion to logic does have a certain appeal, I find their stark philosophy to be somewhat limited. Picard: Come. Ambassador T'Pel. T'Pel: I come to serve. Picard: Your service honors us. This is my first officer, Commander William Riker. T'Pel: Leave us, please. Riker: Charming woman. Data: The tone of Commander Riker's voice makes me suspect that he is not serious about finding Ambassador T'Pel charming. My experience suggests that in fact he may mean the exact opposite of what he says. irony is a form of expression I have not yet been able to master. V'Sal: You don't need a haircut. You were just in here last week. Laforge: Hey, if you'd done it right the first time I wouldn't be back here so soon. V'Sal: I know you want to look beautiful, but I'm just a barber, not a miracle worker. Laforge: Just try to keep my ears on straight today, all right? Data: Friendly insults and jibes, another form of human speech that I am attempting to master, in this case with the help of Commander Geordi La Forge. Laforge: Hi Data. Data: I consider Geordi to be my best friend. Laforge: Here for a trim? Data: My hair does not require trimming, you lunkhead. Laforge: What? Data: My hair does not require trimming Laforge: Lunkhead? Data: I am experimenting with friendly jibes and insults. It was not meant as a serious disparagement. Laforge: Well, just don't try it on the Captain. Data: No. Geordi, I am still confused by Chief O'Brien's reaction this morning. Laforge: Yeah. He was just surprised, Data. He didn't mean to blow up like that. He knows that Keiko probably doesn't want to call off the marriage. She's just getting cold feet. Data: Cold feet? Jitters. A nervous reaction to an impending event of great importance. Laforge: Right. Don't worry, everything's going to be fine. She'll change her mind again. Data: She will? Laforge: Absolutely. Data: So you believe the wedding will still proceed? Laforge: Trust me, they're going to get married. So you'd better find a gift. Data: I find Lieutenant Worf to be what is called a kindred spirit. We were both orphans rescued by Starfleet officers. In many ways, we are both still outsiders in human society. Data: Are you here to find a wedding gift? Worf: Yes. Data: I would appreciate your help in selecting an appropriate item. Worf: Of course. I have attended human weddings before. Worf: Hold. Data: This is a traditional gift? Worf: Yes, my adoptive parents often give these things at family weddings. A human custom. Worf: Hold. Data: It is my understanding that the item selected should reflect the personality of whoever is giving it. This does not remind me of you. Have you ever been an actual participant in a human wedding? Worf: No. Data: You would not consider it to be an honor? Worf: An honor, perhaps. But human bonding rituals often involve a great deal of talking and dancing and crying. Data: Dancing. Data: I am rarely in need of Doctor Beverly Crusher's professional services as my bio-mechanical maintenance program is self sufficient. But I often observe as she practices medicine on others and have learned a great deal about human interaction from her. Data: Doctor, may I ask a favor of you? Crusher: Of course, Data. Data: Would you teach me how to dance? Crusher: What? Data: I would like to learn how to dance. Crusher: Why me? Data: It was in your service record. Awarded first prize tap and jazz competition, Saint Louis Academy. Crusher: Okay, okay. Data: Have I said something to upset you? Crusher: It's just that, that was a long time ago, and I don't want to be known as the dancing doctor. Again. Data: Then your answer is no. Crusher: All right. But let's keep this between you and me. Data: Of course, Doctor. Picard: Commander Data, please report to the Bridge. Data: Acknowledged. Picard: Data, I want a tactical projection of possible future Romulan deployments along the Neutral Zone. Access all Federation records on the subject and report to my Ready Room. Data: Captain, is there a specific area you wish me to study? Picard: No. Ambassador. Number One, set a course one three zero mark two four six, warp seven. Riker: That will take us very close to the Neutral Zone, Captain. Picard: I'm aware of that, Number One. Proceed. Riker: Lay in the course. Data: It is fortunate that I am able to perform my duties without emotional distractions. If that were not the case, a sudden course correction toward the Neutral Zone would make me very nervous. Data: Personal Log, supplemental. Commander Maddox, there are still many dynamics of social interaction which I do not understand. Picard: Mister Data, based on your analysis, what is the current Romulan strategy behind the deployment of their ships in this sector? Data: Their ships are deployed to support a policy of confrontation designed to test Federation defenses along the Neutral Zone. Picard: Do you predict any change in the near future? Data: I project a ninety percent probability that they will continue to support that policy. Picard: Is there any indication of a more conciliatory attitude on their part? Data: No, sir. T'Pel: Caution is clearly called for, Captain. However, the mission must proceed as planned. Picard: Starfleet Command agrees with you, but I would feel better if you would consent to an escort or Picard: Thank you, Mister Data. Data: Feline supplement seventy four. Data: Computer, run fluidic sensor diagnostic. Computer: Diagnostic complete. All systems functioning within normal parameters. Data: Come in. O'Brien: Am I intruding, Commander? Data: No. Would you care to sit down? Data: When one of my friends is distraught, I have learnt that the thoughtful thing to do is to attempt to make him feel more comfortable. Data: May I offer you some refreshment, Chief? O'Brien: No, thank you, sir. First of all I'd like to apologize for this morning in Ten Forward Data: There is no need to apologize. I was not offended. Would you like a pillow or a more comfortable chair to sit upon? O'Brien: No, sir. Thank you, sir. Data: Perhaps you would like some music? Brahms? Aurelia? O'Brien: No, really, sir I'm fine. I came to ask for your help. It's about Keiko. I'd like you to talk to her. Convince her to go through with the wedding. Data: Would Counselor Troi not be a more appropriate choice to speak with Keiko? O'Brien: She already has. It didn't help. You've known her longer than I have. I just thought she might listen to you. She won't even talk to me Data: I do not know what to say to her. O'Brien: Just talk with her. Make her see reason. She's going off half-cocked, not thinking this through. You've worked with her for a long time. She respects your opinion. Data: Perhaps she has not fully analyzed her decision. I will try. O'Brien: Thank you, sir. I won't forget this. Data: Commander Maddox, I noted that Keiko was quite calm and rational when she informed me of her decision this morning. Therefore, I can predict that she will respond to an objective analysis of the situation based on the available facts. It is fortunate that she has not let emotional considerations cloud her judgment. It should make my task much simpler. Keiko: What? Data: I believe you made an incorrect analysis of the facts at hand. Keiko: What do you mean? Data: You do not seem happy. Keiko: Well Data: Your decision was based on the assumption that canceling the wedding would bring you happiness. This has proved to be incorrect. Keiko: Data, it's not that simple. Data: Since your action did not produce the desired results, the only advisable solution should be to re-examine your decision making process, and look for errors. Keiko: I knew what I was doing. It's my decision. Data: That fact is not in dispute. However, you may have acted with undue haste and in doing so, unintentionally hurt Chief O'Brien's feelings. Keiko: I did what I had to! Why are you doing this? I thought you were my friend. Data: I am your friend. Keiko: Then leave me alone. Data: If I have offended. Keiko: Just leave me alone. Data: It is clear that I need guidance to resolve this situation. Counselor Troi's advice should be useful. Data: In many ways, Deanna Troi is the friend that I understand the least. Her life and her duties are predicated on her understanding and perception of emotions. Since I have none, no doubt she finds me as much of a mystery as I find her. Data: Chief O'Brien talks to me. Keiko talks to you. Why do they not talk to each other? Troi: That's a good question, Data. I wish I had a good answer for you. Perhaps when they're ready, they will. Data: Many aspects of this situation are puzzling to me. I have been studying various texts on the subject of marriage, but I have not found a suitable guide. Troi: A suitable guide for what? Data: In an effort to be helpful, I am attempting to calculate the variables involved in a successful marriage. Troi: Good luck. Data: There are many opinions. On Galvin Five, a marriage is considered successful only if children are produced within a year of the wedding. Andorian marriages require groups of four people unless Troi: Data, would you like my advice on how to help them? Don't. This is something they have to work out for themselves. Data: But I am their friend. Should I not stand with them in a time of difficulty? Troi: There are many ways to help a friend, and sometimes the best way is to leave them alone. Data: Do you believe it to be the right decision for them to marry? Troi: I don't know. They're very much in love, but sometimes that isn't enough. Marriage is an agreement to share who you are with someone else. To spend your lives together. To grow old together. Data: To grow old together? That is an integral component of marriage? Troi: Usually. Why do you ask? Data: Although I am an android, I have not excluded the possibility that I, too, may someday marry. Troi: Data, I had no idea you'd thought about getting married. Data: I believe I have much to offer a potential mate. However, we cannot grow old together because I will not grow old. Troi: Data, you do have a lot to offer. T'Pel: Commander Data, this is Ambassador T'Pel. Please report to my quarters. Data: Acknowledged. T'Pel: Enter. T'Pel: You have priority three clearance aboard the Enterprise? Data: That is correct, Ambassador. T'Pel: I require information on this ship's defense and navigational systems. Access code kappa alpha four six zero one seven zero four. Data: The code is valid. T'Pel: What is the field strength of the ship's deflector shields at maximum output? Data: May I ask the purpose of your request? T'Pel: I require the information. Data: I have the same safeguards as the ship's computer. Therefore, I must report any inquiry regarding restricted information to the Captain. Your reaction suggests you do not wish the Captain to be informed of your inquiry. T'Pel: I was not interested in the information. I was curious as to your security safeguards. They appear to be adequate. Cancel the request. You may leave. Data: Commander Maddox, I have often wished for the sense that humans call intuition or instinct. Since Vulcans are incapable of lying, I must accept the Ambassador's explanation as the truth, but I would still prefer a gut feeling to back up this conclusion. Computer: Program Crusher four in progress. Crusher: Hi, Data. Well what do you think? It is a recreation of the studio I had my first dance lesson in. Data: It appears to be quite suitable, Doctor. Crusher: Let's start with something simple. Stomp. Hop. Try it. Crusher: Again. Good! Good. Data: Am I dancing, Doctor? Crusher: Not quite. Stop, Data. Now try this. Data: Doctor, perhaps it would be beneficial to show me the final lesson. Crusher: Okay. Crusher: That's great. Watch. Good. Triples. Watch. Stop, Data. And you say you've never done this before? Try this. Crusher: Stop, Data. Not bad. Yeah, not bad. Data: Then I have successfully learned to dance? Crusher: I'd say you've picked up the basics. Data: Thank you, Doctor. I am now prepared to dance at the wedding. Crusher: Wedding? Data: Keiko's wedding. Crusher: Data, you never told me this was for the wedding. Data: Is that important? Crusher: Well yes. They don't do a lot of tap dancing at weddings. Data: Why? Crusher: Well, Data, because, I don't really know why, Look, why don't I just teach you a style of dancing that they will do at the wedding? Computer, run 'Isn't It Romantic'. Crusher: Compared to what we've just doing, this will be simple. Just look up and follow me. One, two, ready, and Crusher: No, Data, wait a minute. Ow! No, no, you're just. Ow! Move slowly. Ow! Ow! Stop music. Data: Sorry, Doctor. Crusher: I don't understand, Data. You picked up the tap dancing so quickly. Data: I cannot reproduce your performance if I cannot see your feet. Crusher: All right, let's try it again. And this time, watch my feet. Computer, start music. And. Crusher: Now, don't just imitate me. You've got to lead. Data: Lead where, Doctor? Crusher: Indicate to your partner where you want her to step. Data: And how is that accomplished? Crusher: I'll show you. I'll lead. Now, you'll notice that I don't just repeat the same pattern over and over. I improvise. Now you lead. That's good. Now, look up, Data. Look into my eyes. You're holding me too tight. Data: This is a very complex set of variables to coordinate, Doctor. Crusher: You are doing fine. Now, smile. Act like you're enjoying yourself Nurse: Doctor Crusher, please report to Sickbay. Crusher: Is it Lieutenant Juarez? Nurse: Yes, Doctor. Her contractions are now one minute apart. Crusher: I'm on my way. Why don't you program up an artificial dance partner. And don't be afraid to experiment. Data: I will. Thank you, Doctor. Data: Computer, create dance partner. Female. Begin music. Riker: And just as the headsman swings his ax, the blade is about to fall Data: Commander Riker's easy going manner and sense of humor is fascinating to me. I believe it to be one reason he is so popular among the crew. It may also be partly responsible for his success in matters of love. There may be a correlation between humor and sex. The need for more research is clearly indicated. Data: Commander. Riker: Picard to the Bridge. All stop. Helm: Aye, sir. Data: Sir, we have reached the designated coordinates. Picard: Hold this position. Long range scan. Data: Captain, I am detecting a ship in the Neutral Zone. Configuration, Romulan warbird. Picard: Yellow alert. Hail the Warbird, Mister Worf. Worf: Aye, sir. They are responding. Text only. We are to proceed to the agreed coordinates. Picard: Set course zero three seven mark zero zero five, warp four. Take us into the Neutral Zone, Ensign. Worf: Captain, the warbird is holding position. In three minutes we will be within phaser range. Picard: Red alert. I trust my crew, Ambassador. They will take no provocative action unless I order them. T'Pel: Hold position on these coordinates. Riker: Slow to half impulse. T'Pel: Open a channel. Worf: Open. T'Pel: I am Ambassador T'Pel. Mendak: I am Admiral Mendak. T'Pel: There is no established protocol for a meeting of this nature. The logical course is that I transport aboard your ship and begin the negotiations. Mendak: Yes. Captain, I note your defensive systems have been activated. Picard: As have yours. Mendak: It was not meant as an accusation Indeed, I salute your show of strength. Ambassador, we are honored by your presence. You may transport aboard at your convenience. T'Pel: The honor is mine. T'Pel: Have your Transporter room stand by. I will beam to their ship with no further delay. Picard: Ambassador, I urge you once more to reconsider. The Enterprise can accommodate a Romulan delegation without sacrificing our security or T'Pel: Captain Picard, I find your argument illogical. Please carry out my instructions. Picard: Picard to Chief O'Brien. O'Brien: O'Brien here. Picard: Prepare to transport Ambassador T'Pel to the Romulan ship. O'Brien: Aye, sir. Picard: Mister Worf, maintain a lock on her signal once she's aboard. At the first sign of trouble I want to be able to bring her back. Worf: Understood. Transporter activated. Captain! O'Brien: Transporter emergency! I'm losing her signal! Worf: Boosting power to autosequencers. Data: Engaging computer override. Riker: O'Brien, what happened down there? O'Brien: I'm losing the pattern. Trying to re establish. I'm sorry, sir. I wasn't able to retrieve the signal. The Ambassador's dead. Second officer's personal log, supplemental. The risks aboard a starship are accepted by all who serve, but I have never failed to observe a deep emotional response to the loss of a comrade. It is at times like this that I greatly miss the ability to share human feelings. O'Brien: The signal lock wasn't broken, sir. I had just entered the transfer sequence when the Ambassador's pattern began to break up. I tried to switch to emergency manual control, but the pattern deteriorated too quickly and Data: Captain, there is no prior record of this type of accident occurring aboard a starship. Backup systems and safeguards are designed to prevent just such an occurrence. Laforge: I can't find any system flaws in the unit, Captain. The Engineering status reports were all normal. None of the backups were activated and the autosequencers were all functioning normally. Picard: Any prior malfunctions on this transporter unit? O'Brien: No, sir. In fact, we replaced the transition coils only last week. Riker: Could there have been some kind of interference from the Romulans? O'Brien: Nothing that I could see. Their shields were down. There was no power interruption, no subspace bias. Picard: I want this unit pulled and its systems checked again. I want a level one diagnostic on all transporters. Laforge: Yes, sir. Crusher: Her molecular structure dissipated instantly once the pattern was lost. There were some organic compounds left on the pad, but there wasn't enough material to do an autopsy. Picard: To die on a transporter. Hardly a fitting end for one of the Federation's most honored diplomats. Worf: Bridge to Captain Picard. Admiral Mendak is hailing. He wishes to speak with you. Mendak: We're still waiting, Captain. Is there a problem? Picard: There's been an accident. Ambassador T'Pel has been killed in a transporter malfunction. Mendak: What kind of malfunction? Picard: We are still investigating that. As soon as Mendak: I should have known the Federation wasn't serious about this conference. Picard: Admiral, I assure you. The Federation places the highest priority on this mission and its goal. Mendak: Well played, Captain well played. Starfleet opposes normalization of relations with the Romulan Empire, and so you are ordered to create an accident. Picard: You're mistaken. I am ready and willing to discuss the establishment of full diplomatic relations under the same terms as Ambassador T'Pel. Mendak: A generous offer, since you know we were willing only to negotiate with T'Pel. I salute you again, Captain. It was a maneuver worthy of a Romulan. I suggest we both leave the Neutral Zone before there is another accident. Picard: Set course for Federation territory, warp two. Engage. Mister Data, I want you to take charge of this investigation. Study computer logs, sensor information everything. I refuse to believe that this was a simple malfunction. Data: Aye, sir. Data: Captain Picard was the person who first interested me in the works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. I have subsequently become a great admirer of the fictional detective Sherlock Holmes and his ability to solve mysteries by careful examination of the available evidence. Data: I have found Holmes' methodology of deductive reasoning to be quite useful. One of his adages is that once you have eliminated the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Crusher: I'm sorry, I don't have time to give you another lesson right now, Data. Data: That is not my purpose. I would like to examine the remains of Ambassador T'Pel left on the transporter pad. Crusher: I'm working on the report right now. Data: Have you compared the genetic code with the Ambassador's last recorded transporter ID traces? Crusher: No, that's not standard procedure. Why? Data: I could be chasing an untamed ornithoid without a cause. Crusher: A wild-goose chase? All right. Computer, access the transporter ID trace for Ambassador T'Pel. All right, there's the genetic record of the Ambassador when she beamed aboard the Enterprise. Now, the breakdown of the organic material found on the transporter pad should be identical. Mitochondrial structure fits the general parameters, no change in the nucleotide bases. There's a slight diskrepancy in the base pair sequence. Chemically, these are identical. However, the organic sample from the transporter is showing numerous single-bit errors, like replicated material. Data: Can you postulate an explanation for the diskrepancy? Crusher: I'd say the DNA was either mutated by the transporter during the rematerialization process Data: A supposition not supported by the transporter records. Crusher: Or these aren't the remains of the Ambassador. Data: The only abnormality found during my investigation was a temporary increase in the matter to energy signal ratio. Due to the circumstances, I decided to investigate the possibility that a second transporter signal had caused the fluctuation. Although this was highly improbable, it was the only remaining theory. Riker: A second transporter signal? From where? Data: From the Devoras. Laforge: Romulan transporters operate on a similar subspace frequency to our own. With only minor adjustments, they can be made to simulate our own transporter carrier wave. Picard: Are you saying they beamed the Ambassador off our own pad? Data: While simultaneously, a small amount of genetically similar material was left in the Ambassador's place. Riker: To make us believe she had died as a result of the malfunction' Data: Yes, sir. Picard: Mister Worf, where is the Devoras now? Worf: The ship is still in the Neutral Zone on course zero seven nine mark one two five. Speed, warp two. Riker: Heading for home. Data: The safest and most logical decision in this situation is to contact Starfleet and await further instructions. However, based on past experience, I project only a seventeen percent chance Captain Picard will choose that alternative. Picard: Red Alert. All hands stand to battle stations. Picard: Lay in an intercept course for the Romulan ship. Riker: Shields up. Load all torpedo bays. Stand by phasers. Picard: Warp factor eight. Engage. Picard: Open a channel to the Devoras. Worf: Aye, sir. No response. Data: The Devoras is dropping out of warp, sir. Their weapon systems are powering up. Picard: Go to impulse power. Data: Aye, sir. Worf: Message coming in, sir. Picard: On screen. Mendak: Captain, you agreed to leave the Neutral Zone without Picard: Admiral Mendak, you have taken our Ambassador captive. Mendak: I can assure you there is no one being held captive aboard this ship. Picard: We know about the transporter malfunction and that you are holding Ambassador T'Pel. Worf: Captain, Romulan warbird decloaking to starboard. Mendak: I suggest you leave. Now. Picard: It is my responsibility to protect the lives of Federation citizens. I will not permit this abduction to succeed. Mendak: Captain, you're not going to start an incident which might Picard: Admiral Mendak, I will take whatever action is necessary to obtain the return of the Ambassador. Data: In the game of poker, there is a moment when a player must decide if an opponent is being deceptive or actually holds a winning hand. This decision is based not only on the odds, but also on an appraisal of the man. Is he bluffing or does he have the cards? Mendak: Fortunately, Captain, I am not ready to start a war today. Riker: T'Pel. T'Pel: Sub-Commander Selok, actually. Picard: A spy. Mendak: A patriot, Captain. She has performed her service to the Empire with distinction. T'Pel: Thank you for your help, Captain. Mendak: You see now that we are not holding one of your citizens, and we thank you for returning our sister to us. But my patience has limits. The game is over. I expect you to leave peacefully. Now. Worf: Captain, long range sensors detect three Romulan warbirds entering this sector. Riker: Some days you get the bear, and some days the bear gets you. Picard: Reverse course. Take us back to Federation territory, warp six. Engage. Data: Keiko, I need your help. I have offended you and need to find a way to rectify my mistake. I am not sure what to do. Keiko: You haven't offended me. Data: I should not have interfered. It would be best if I apologized. Keiko: It would be best if you got dressed. For the wedding? Data: But Keiko: Come here. I have the most beautiful carnation for the father of the bride. Now, don't be nervous. Data: I am not nervous. I am confused. Picard: Since the days of the first wooden sailing ships, all captains have enjoyed the happy privilege of joining together two people in the bonds of matrimony. And so it is my honor to unite you, Keiko Ishikawa, and you, Miles Edward O'Brien, together in matrimony Data: There are still many human emotions I do not fully comprehend. Anger, hatred, revenge. But I am not mystified by the desire to be loved or the need for friendship. These are things I do understand. Picard: Congratulations. Data: I was looking for Doctor Crusher. Picard: Shh. Data: The Juarez child? Picard: A boy. At the same time we were facing destruction, this small miracle was taking place. Welcome aboard. Worf: All systems normal, sir. We are on course for Adelphous Four. Engineering is realigning the main deflector dish. Sickbay reports Lieutenant Umbato broke two ribs during a holodeck exercise, and sensors continue to gather long-range information on the Murasaki quasar. Data: Very well. I have the Bridge. Worf: Aye, sir. Data: If being human is not simply a matter of being born flesh and blood, if it is instead a way of thinking, acting and feeling, then I am hopeful that one day I will discover my own humanity. Data: Begin night watch. Data: Until then Commander Maddox, I will continue learning, changing, growing, and trying to become more than what I am.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44429.6. We are on a mapping survey near the Cardassian sector. It has been nearly a year since a peace treaty ended the long conflict between the Federation and Cardassia. Data: Captain, we are nearing the periphery of Sector twenty one five oh three. Picard: Be on the lookout for a Cardassian patrol ship, Mister Worf. They should be hailing us soon. Riker: Even with a treaty, they're still skittish about protecting their border. Picard: Last time I was in this sector, I was on the Stargazer, running at warp speed ahead of a Cardassian warship. Troi: Running, Captain? You? That's hard to believe. Picard: Believe it. I'd been sent to make preliminary overtures to a truce. I'd lowered my shields as a gesture of good will. But the Cardassians were not impressed. They had taken out most of my weapons and damaged the impulse engines before I could regroup and run. Worf: The Cardassians have no honor. I do not trust them. Troi: They're our allies now, Mister Worf. We have to trust them. Worf: Trust is earned, not given away. Picard: I hope their scout ship makes contact soon. It's not a good idea to stay too long on a Cardassian border without making your intentions known. O'Brien: What is it? Keiko: Kelp buds, plankton loaf and sea berries. O'Brien: Sweetheart, I'm not a fish. Keiko: It's very healthy. I had this every morning when I was growing up. O'Brien: What? No muffins or oatmeal, or corned beef and eggs? Keiko: For breakfast? O'Brien: Keiko, I've been thinking You've been introducing me to all this wonderful food that you're accustomed to. I'd like to do the same. Isn't that what marriage is about? Sharing? Keiko: What kind of foods? O'Brien: Scalloped potatoes, mutton shanks, oxtails and cabbage. Keiko: Kind of heavy. O'Brien: Oh, you'll love it, I promise. I can still remember the aromas when my mother was cooking. Keiko: She cooked? O'Brien: She didn't believe in a replicator. She thought real food was more nutritious. Keiko: She handled real meat? She touched it and cut it? O'Brien: Yeah, like a master chef. She was fantastic. Of course, I'll have to use the replicator, but I'll make something special for you tonight. You'll love it, I promise. Keiko: Okay. Maybe I'll have something special for you, tonight, too. O'Brien: Something's wrong. Computer: Red alert. Take emergency stations. Worf: Cardassian ship preparing to fire again, sir. Picard: Increase power to forward shields. Hail them again, Mister Worf. Riker: What the hell is he doing? Damage report. Worf: Minor damage to secondary hull before we put our shields up, sir. No casualties. Structural integrity intact. Laforge: Engineering to Bridge. Starboard power coupling is down. Picard: Evasive action, delta sequence. Ready phasers, Mister Worf. Data: Delta evasion plan initiated. Picard: Limit targets to engines and shields. Worf: Aye, sir. Ready. Picard: Fire. Data: Direct hit, sir. Moderate damage to their aft shield generators. Picard: Continue phaser fire. Data: Multiple hits, sir. Power failure in forward shields. Worf: The Cardassian ship is standing down, sir. Picard: Let's see if they'll answer our hail now, Mister Worf. Worf: Frequency open. Picard: This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship Enterprise. Macet: I am Gul Macet of the Cardassian ship Trager. Picard: Why have you fired on us? Macet: A curious question, Captain. In war, one attacks one's enemies. Picard: There is a treaty between our peoples. Macet: Perhaps that fact was unknown to the Federation starship which destroyed our space station in the Cuellar System two days ago. Picard: A Federation starship? Macet: Attacked an unarmed science station. They had barely enough time to send an emergency signal before they were incinerated. Picard: Gul Macet the Federation and the Cardassians have struggled too hard for peace to abandon it so easily. Macet: We are not the ones who abandoned it, Captain. Picard: Let me talk to my superiors, find out what's behind this. Give me one hour. The alternative is for us to continue firing at one other, and in such a contest, you would be at a disadvantage. Macet: Very well. One hour. Haden: Captain, we've confirmed your report. It was the starship Phoenix, under the command of Benjamin Maxwell. Picard: Ben Maxwell? But he's one of Starfleet's finest captains. He must have had provocation. Haden: I wish we knew. He's gone on silent running. Doesn't answer our communiqués. Picard: Then he's still in Cardassian space? Haden: The station he destroyed was in sector twenty one five oh five. You're the nearest starship. We want you to go in and find him. Picard: Will the Cardassians cooperate? Haden: They've granted you safe passage. We've agreed that you'll take along a delegation of observers as a show of good faith. Jean-Luc, I don't have to tell you the Federation is not prepared for a new sustained conflict. You must preserve the peace, no matter what the cost. Haden out. Picard: There will be three Cardassians transporting aboard. Their Captain, Gul Macet and two of his aides. My intention is to be as open as possible with them, allow them to share in our search for the Phoenix. Worf: Sir, it is necessary to assign them a security detail. Picard: They're our guests, Mister Worf. I don't want them to feel like prisoners. Riker: I tend to agree with Mister Worf, Captain. I think we should limit their access while they're on board. They don't need to have the run of the ship. Worf: At least allow me to post guards in some of the sensitive areas of the ship. Picard: Very well, let's limit their access. But you instruct your people they are guests. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Counselor, I want you to stay as close to the crew as possible. Some of them may feel uncomfortable with Cardassians on board. I don't want any incidents. Troi: Yes, Captain. Picard: Mister Data, is there anyone else on board who served previously with Captain Benjamin Maxwell? Data: Accessing. Chief O'Brien served under his command aboard the Rutledge, sir. Picard: Indeed. Number One, will you and the Counselor meet our guests in Transporter room three? And inform Chief O'Brien I will be calling on him. Riker: Yes, sir. Riker: Welcome to the Enterprise. I'm First Officer William Riker, Counselor Deanna Troi. Macet: I am Gul Macet. My aides, Glinn Daro, Glinn Telle. Riker: This is our Transporter Chief, Mister O'Brien. Shall we? Captain's Log, supplemental. We have entered Cardassian territory, and are proceeding on our quest to locate the Phoenix. Laforge: And with long range sensors, we've been scanning a radius of ten light years. We can effectively scan one sector in a day. Riker: We're scanning Sector twenty one five oh five now. There's still no sign of the Phoenix. Macet: In fact, you have no assurance that the ship is still in Sector twenty one five oh five. Riker: In fact, we have no idea where it is. We thought the last known coordinates were a reasonably good place to start. Macet: Captain Picard, you can understand that we are skeptical. Do you expect us to believe that you are using every means at your disposal to track down one of your own? Picard: Of course you are concerned, Gul Macet. It is precisely because of that fact that I have included you in every aspect of our effort. You're present with my staff. You're hearing reports as I hear them, nothing edited, nothing withheld. Macet: Very well. Picard: Transporter Chief O'Brien, has served with Benjamin Maxwell. I thought that he might be able to provide some insights. Mister O'Brien, I understand that Captain Maxwell lost his family during a raid on an outpost. O'Brien: More like sabotage, sir. It was on Setlik Three. A squad of Cardassian militia made a sneak raid on an outpost, wiped out close to a hundred civilians. Macet: Then it's revenge he's after. O'Brien: That's not what I meant. Macet: Maxwell is taking retribution for his own loss. O'Brien: Captain Maxwell would never Picard: Gentlemen, please, let's not indulge in speculation. Can we confine our discussion to facts? Now, Mister O'Brien Worf: Worf to Captain Picard. Picard: Go ahead, Mister Worf. Worf: Long range sensors have located the Phoenix. Picard: Gul Macet, will you join me on the Bridge? O'Brien: Deck six. Daro: Deck ten. Your Captain is most impressive. O'Brien: Yes, he is. Daro: Chief O'Brien, our Transporting system is still operating with active feed pattern buffers. I would like to talk with you about your technology. O'Brien: I'll have to get Commander La Forge's approval on that. Daro: I understand. In the meantime, we're going to your Ten Forward. Will you join us? O'Brien: If my Commander tells me to discuss the Transporter with you, I will. If Captain Picard orders me to tell you everything I know about Ben Maxwell, I will. But who I choose to spend my free time with, that's my business. Data: Captain, the Phoenix in Sector twenty one five oh five. Picard: Ensign, set a course, warp six. Mister Worf, send a message by subspace. Tell them to prepare for a rendezvous. Worf: Yes, Captain. Macet: Captain, a suggestion. Picard: Yes? Macet: We have a number of ships in sector twenty one five oh five. If you will give us more precise coordinates and the ship's coded transponder frequency, we would be able to intercept Maxwell far more quickly than you. Picard: I'm sure that's true. However, given the circumstances, I would prefer to make the initial contact myself. I'm sure you would, if the situation were reversed. Macet: Captain, time is crucial. You have a dangerous man out there with a huge arsenal at his command. If he is intent on revenge against my people he must be stopped before he can do more damage. Picard: Captain, so far we have an isolated incident. If I can reach him first, then perhaps diplomacy can prevail. But if one of your ships decides to retaliate, there is a danger we could lose control of the situation. Macet: Then you will not give us the means to find his precise location? Picard: No. I won't. O'Brien: There you are. Potato casserole. A dish fit for kings. O'Brien: The minstrel boy to the war has gone Keiko: What's that you're singing? O'Brien: What? Oh, it's just an old song. A bunch of us used to sing it together on the Rutledge. I hadn't thought about it in years Keiko: What's it about? O'Brien: Oh, it's about war and glory. The minstrel boy to the war has gone. In the ranks of death you will find him. His father's sword he hath girded on. And his wild harp slung behind him. Captain Maxwell always liked that song. I guess it's all this business with him and the Cardassians brought it back to me. You know, sitting with the staff this morning, I could tell there were people in that room who still don't like the Cardassians. Keiko: I imagine that's to be expected. O'Brien: You do? Keiko: Sure. The war lasted a long time. That takes its toll on people. What are these little dark things? O'Brien: Capers. But the fighting is over now. Why should anyone still feel however they feel? Keiko: You fought the Cardassians, didn't you? O'Brien: Well, there were some skirmishes, when I was with Captain Maxwell. Keiko: Well, how do you feel about them? O'Brien: Me? I feel fine. I mean, the war's over now. Picard: The pursuing ship is the Phoenix. Macet: And the other? Data: It appears it be a Cardassian supply ship. Macet: How would you know that? Picard: We are able to make that determination. Macet: You can read our transponder codes. Picard: The important thing at the moment is that one of your ships may be in jeopardy. Mister Worf, has there been any answer to our communication? Worf: No, Captain. Picard: Put out a repeating message on all subspace channels, priority one communiqué. Break off your pursuit immediately. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Gul Macet, you see we are doing everything in our power to reach the Phoenix. Macet: Yes, and accomplishing nothing, I'm sorry to say. Can you show me the location of our other ships? Picard: Mister Data. Macet: There, you see? We have a warship which could intercept the Phoenix before it's too late. If you will give us the transponder frequency. Or are you going to stand there while our ship is destroyed, Captain? Picard: Mister Worf, has there been any response to our hails? Worf: No, Captain. Picard: Very well. Mister Worf, relay the prefix codes of the Phoenix to the Cardassian warship. Worf: Sir, they will be able to dismantle its shields. The Phoenix will not have a chance. Picard: I cannot allow Maxwell to ambush that supply ship. Mister Worf, now. Worf: Yes, Captain. Data: Sir, the Cardassian warship is moving on the Phoenix. Picard: Mister Data, overlay weapon ranges of the two ships. Data: The warship is three hundred thousand kilometers from the Phoenix. It is opening fire. The Phoenix has taken a direct hit. The Phoenix is beginning evasive maneuvers. It has positioned itself outside the weapons range of the opposing ship. The Phoenix has powered up both phasers and photon torpedoes. The Phoenix is firing photon torpedoes. Macet: He has destroyed our warship. Picard: Does the supply ship have any weapons? Macet: Very limited. Certainly not enough to defeat a Nebula class starship. Data: Sir, the Phoenix is firing on the Macet: The warship carried a crew of six hundred, the supply ship, fifty. Picard: Mister Data estimated time to intercept with the Phoenix. Data: At our present speed of warp four, sixteen hours, forty four minutes. Picard: Ensign, increase to warp nine. O'Brien: Captain. Picard: Chief. I wanted to talk to you. O'Brien: Anything I can do, sir, you know that. Picard: Ben Maxwell. He must be quite a man. O'Brien: He's a rare one, all right. I count myself lucky, sir. I've served with the two finest Captains in Starfleet. Picard: From your knowledge of the man, what has gone wrong? O'Brien: There's a reason for what he's doing. Those Cardassians were up to something, I'm sure of it. Picard: When his family was killed, how did he take it? O'Brien: I'd say he took it well. Oh, I know he was broken up inside, who wouldn't be? But you'd never know it to see him. He never missed a minute's duty, always had a smile, a joke. Picard: I see. O'Brien: He would never retaliate out of vengeance, no matter what that Cardassian says. They're up to something, sir. They're the ones you should be investigating, not Captain Maxwell. Picard: You don't care for the Cardassians? O'Brien: I like them fine. It's just, well, I know them. You learn to watch your back when you're around those people. Picard: Ben Maxwell has just sent more than six hundred of them to their deaths. O'Brien: I don't know what to say, sir, but he must have had his reasons. Picard: I think when one has been angry for a very long time, one gets used to it. And it becomes comfortable, like old leather. And, finally, it becomes so familiar that one can't ever remember feeling any other way. Thank you, Chief. Daro: Kanar. O'Brien: Mind if I join you? Daro: Do you want another? And an ale. O'Brien: Kanar. I never could develop a taste for it. Daro: It takes a bit of getting used to. O'Brien: I wanted to say I owe you an apology. I shouldn't have popped off like that in the turbolift. Daro: I think Waiter: Here's your ale, Mister O'Brien. Daro: This has been hard on all of us. I know I'll be happy when I'm back on my own ship. O'Brien: I guess that's true. I hadn't thought of it like that. I was on Setlik three with Captain Maxwell the morning after the massacre. We were too late, of course. Almost everyone was dead. Daro: That was a terrible mistake. We were told the outpost was a launching place for a massive attack against us. O'Brien: The only people left alive were in an outlying district of the settlement. I was sent there with a squad to reinforce them. Cardassians were advancing on us, moving through the streets, destroying, killing. I was with a group of women and children when two Cardassian soldiers burst in. I stunned one of them. The other jumped me. We struggled. One of the women threw me a phaser, and I fired. The phaser was set at maximum. The man just incinerated, there before my eyes. I'd never killed anything before. When I was a kid, I'd worry about swatting a mosquito. It's not you I hate, Cardassian. I hate what I became because of you. Telle: I will protest this, Klingon! Picard: Lieutenant? Worf: He was found at a computer station on deck thirty five, attempting to access information on our weapon systems. Telle: A lie, Gul Macet. I was studying the terminal interface systems. They're more efficient than ours. I have no idea what was in the files. Macet: What business did you have going near one of their computers? Telle: But, Gul Macet, I meant nothing. There was no harm done. Macet: Go to your quarters. You are confined there for the duration of this expedition. Telle: As you wish, sir. Picard: Mister Worf, please accompany him. Worf: Gladly, Captain. Macet: Captain, may we speak in private? Picard: You have the Bridge, Number One. Macet: I deeply regret what my aide has done, Captain. You have my word he will be diskiplined upon my return. Picard: You may take whatever action against him you feel is appropriate. I consider the matter closed. Macet: I'm not sure I would be so generous in your place, Captain. Thank you. Picard: If there is to be a lasting peace, Gul Macet, neither you nor I must allow any one man to undermine our efforts. Macet: There are those who crave war, who need it. I am not one of them, Captain, and I'm beginning to see that neither are you. We have had our full measure. The lasting peace begins here, with the two of us. Data: Bridge to Captain. Picard: Picard here. Data: We have located the Phoenix, sir. We will intercept it in twenty two minutes. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44431.7. We have established communication with Captain Maxwell, and he has agreed to come on board. Riker: Welcome aboard, sir. I'm Commander Riker, First Officer. Maxwell: I know all about you, Commander. Fine work you did with the Borg. We all owe you on that one. Riker: Thank you, sir. Maxwell: O'Brien? Miles O'Brien? O'Brien: Hello, Captain. Good to see you again. Maxwell: How are you? I had no idea you were on the Enterprise. This was my Tactical Officer on the Rutledge. Best I ever had. O'Brien: Thank you, sir. Maxwell: O'Brien has the ability to size up a situation instantly, then come up with options to fit all contingencies. Remarkable. O'Brien: Well, if that's true, I learned it from you, sir. Maxwell: But you got that silver tongue by kissing the stone, right? Well, Commander, best I see your Captain straight away. We've got a lot to talk about. Riker: Yes, sir. Riker: Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Captain Benjamin Maxwell. Picard: That'll be all, Commander. Picard: Captain. Maxwell: A pleasure, Captain. Picard: Please, sit down. Maxwell: You must think I've gone mad. Picard: The thought had occurred. Maxwell: Picard, I have to tell you I was grateful when I realized it was you Starfleet sent after me. Somebody who knows what it's really like out here. Picard: I know of nothing out here that could possibly justify what you have done. Maxwell: Then listen to this. The Cardassians are arming again. That so-called science station? Military supply port. Picard: How do you know this? Maxwell: Information comes my way. Picard: From whom? Where is your documentation? Maxwell: I know what they're doing. I can smell it. There's no good reason for a science station in the Cuellar System, but it's a hell of a strategic site for a military transport station. A jumping-off point into three Federation sectors. They're running supply ships back and forth and nobody's going to tell me it's for scientific research. Picard: But whatever circumstances you encountered, why didn't you notify Starfleet? Maxwell: And wait six months while the bureaucrats sit around reading reports, trying to figure out what to do? They don't know what's going on out here. But you should, Picard. You know what it's like to be under fire. Picard: You weren't under fire. Maxwell: Lives were at stake. Picard: Whose lives? Maxwell: We had to act now. Picard: Why? Maxwell: It smells musty in here. Like a bureaucrat's office. Picard: You have killed nearly seven hundred people and you have taken us to the brink of war. Maxwell: I have prevented war, or at the very least delayed it a good long time. The peace treaty was a ruse, to give them breathing room, time to regroup. Picard: And so all alone you decided to dispose of the treaty. Maxwell: I took the initiative. I did what had to be done. Picard: What had to be done? For whom? Why does a man with a long and brilliant service abandon the fundamental principles that he has believed in, even fought for, all his life? I believe it is because of what they did to your wife and your children. Maxwell: Not true. Not true. Picard: To avenge their deaths. Maxwell: You're a fool, Picard. History will look at you and say this man was a fool. Picard: I'll accept the judgment of history. Maxwell: When it becomes clear what the Cardassians have done, I will be vindicated. Picard: What the Cardassians have or have not done is irrelevant. Maxwell: Irrelevant? Come with me. Find one of their supply ships and we'll see how irrelevant it is. Picard: We're not going after any more Cardassian ships. You're going to return to your bridge and set a course for Starbase two one one. The Phoenix and the Enterprise will return to Federation space together. Those are Starfleet's orders. I will permit you the dignity of retaining your command during the voyage. The only alternative is to put you in the brig and to tow your ship back to starbase in disgrace. Maxwell: I will return to my ship. Picard: You understand your orders? Maxwell: Yes, Captain. Picard: Mister Worf, report to my Ready room. My guest is departing. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. With the Phoenix in close formation, we are proceeding directly to Starbase two one one. Picard: Mister Data, how long until we clear Cardassian space? Data: At our present speed, three hours, twenty minutes, sir. Picard: Mister Worf, send a message to Admiral Haden at Starfleet. Inform him of our projected time of arrival. Worf: Aye, sir. Data: Captain, the Phoenix has changed course. Macet: What is he doing? Picard: Ensign, change course to pursue. Mister Worf, will you hail Captain Maxwell? Worf: No response, sir. Riker: Data, project his new course. Data: Sir, the Phoenix is heading directly for a Cardassian vessel point one two light years from our location. Macet: He'll attack that ship just as he did the others. Picard: Continue the hail, Mister Worf. Priority one message. Do you know what that ship might be? Macet: I imagine it's a supply ship, headed for the research station in the Kelrabi system. Worf: The Phoenix still does not respond, sir. Picard: Ensign, warp eight. Overtake him. Data: Captain, the Phoenix has accelerated to warp nine. We will not be able to reach him before he intercepts the Cardassian ship. Picard: Ensign, warp nine. Ensign: Aye, sir. Picard: Mister Worf, arm phasers. Continue the hail. Worf: Aye, sir. Riker: Captain, Chief O'Brien was Maxwell's Tactical officer. Picard: Get him up here. Data: Sir, the Phoenix has dropped out of warp. They have reached the Cardassian vessel. Riker: Slow to impulse. Worf: Vessels are within visual range. Picard: On screen. Riker: Has the Phoenix activated its weapon systems? Data: Negative, sir. Their phaser banks are not armed. Riker: What about the Cardassians? Data: Our sensors are unable to determine status of the Cardassian defensive systems. Their ship is running with a high powered subspace field. Picard: Mister O'Brien, your former Commander, a Federation Captain, is about to place me in the position of firing on his ship. I need your knowledge of the man. How he thinks, what he's capable of doing. O'Brien: Aye, sir. Worf: Sir, Captain Maxwell is hailing us. Picard: On screen. Maxwell: All right, Picard. You need proof? You've got it now. Picard: Captain Maxwell, you have disobeyed a direct order. Maxwell: Board the ship, you'll see that everything I've been saying is true. Picard: The Cardassian vessel will not be boarded. You will transport yourself aboard the Enterprise Maxwell: Picard, if you don't board that ship, I'll destroy it. Picard: And I will use whatever force is necessary to prevent you from taking that action, Captain. O'Brien: Sir, Captain Maxwell, if he feels his back is to the wall, he'll strike. Data: Captain, the Phoenix is transferring power to its shields. Worf: They're arming phasers and loading forward torpedo bays. Picard: Red alert. It seems you were right, Mister O'Brien. Ready phasers, load torpedoes. Worf: Phasers armed. Loading forward and aft torpedo bays. O'Brien: Sir, let me beam over. Try to talk to him. We served together a long time. When you've been through what we have, you tend to get inside someone. He might listen. Riker: He'd never drop his shields and allow you to transport on board. O'Brien: The Phoenix is using a high energy sensor system. It cycles every five point five minutes. Between cycles there's a window of a fiftieth of a second. Trust me, I can get through. Picard: Make it so. Maxwell: Not now! O'Brien: I'm not armed. Maxwell: How the devil did you get over here? O'Brien: I had the thought that if we could talk we could figure a way out of this mess. Maxwell: The way out of this is clear. Talk to Picard. Get him to board the damned ship. O'Brien: He won't do that, sir. Maxwell: But he'd turn his weapons on a Federation Starship to protect the enemy? I don't believe it. O'Brien: He will. Count on it. Maxwell: What the hell has happened to this war? O'Brien: Sir, there is no war. The war is over. Maxwell: You're wrong. The Cardassians live to make war. O'Brien: That's what everybody thinks about the enemy. That's probably what they think about us. Maxwell: We're not the same at all. We do not start wars. We do not make surprise attacks on manned outposts. We do not butcher women and children in their homes. Children who never got the chance to grow up. You were with me on Setlick. You saw what they did. O'Brien: Yes, sir. Maxwell: What was the name of the fellow who always hung around you like a puppy? O'Brien: Will Kayden. Stompie. Maxwell: Stompie. As cool under fire as a mountain lake. O'Brien: Yes, sir. Maxwell: He died at Setlick, didn't he? O'Brien: Yes, sir. Maxwell: What was that song of his? The one he always sang, the one I liked? O'Brien: The minstrel boy to the war has gone. In the ranks of death you will find him. Both: His father's sword he hath girded on and his wild harp slung behind him. Land of song, said the warrior bard, tho' all the world betrays thee. One sword at least thy rights shall guard. O'Brien: One faithful harp shall praise thee. Maxwell: I'm not going to win this one, am I. Chief? O'Brien: No, sir. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Captain Maxwell has turned his ship over to his First Officer and transported aboard the Enterprise. I have confined him to quarters for the return voyage. Picard: Thank you, Chief. O'Brien: I'd just like to say, sir, he was a good man. What he did was terribly wrong, I know that now, but I'm still proud to have served with him. Picard: Thank you, Chief, and well done. That'll be all. Macet: His loyalty is admirable, even if it is misplaced. Picard: The loyalty you would so quickly dismiss does not come easily to my people, Gul Macet. You have much to learn about us. Benjamin Maxwell earned the loyalty of those who served with him. You know, in war, he was twice honored with the Federation's highest citation for courage and valor. And if he could not find a role for himself in peace, we can pity him, but we shall not dismiss him. Macet: You are welcome to your opinion, Captain. I, for one, am grateful he is under lock and key. Picard: One more thing, Macet. Maxwell was right. Those ships were not carrying scientific equipment, were they? A research station within arm's reach of three Federation sectors? Cargo ships running with high energy subspace fields that jam sensors? Macet: If you believed the transport ship was carrying weapons, Captain, why didn't you board it as Maxwell requested? Picard: I was here to protect the peace. A peace that I firmly believe is in the interests of both our peoples. If I had attempted to board that ship I am quite certain that you and I would not be having this pleasant conversation, and that ships on both sides would now be arming for war. Macet: Captain, I assure you. Picard: Take this message to your leaders, Gul Macet. We'll be watching.

Marley: You don't believe in me. Data: I don't. Marley: What evidence would you have of my reality beyond that of your senses? Data: I don't know. Marley: Why do you doubt your senses? Data: Because a little thing affects them. A slight disorder of the stomach makes them cheats. You may be an undigested bit of beef, a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, a fragment of an underdone potato. Why, there's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are. Humbug, I tell you. Humbug. Picard: Freeze program. Very well done, Data. Your performance skills really are improving. Data: Your courtesy is appreciated, sir. But I am aware that I do not effectively convey the fear called for in this scene. Picard: Well, you've never known fear, Data. But as an acute observer of behavior, you should be able to approximate it. Data: Sir, that is not an appropriate basis for an effective performance. Not by the standards set by my mentors. Picard: Your mentors? Data: Yes, sir. I have studied the philosophies of virtually every known acting master. I find myself attracted to Stanislavsky, Adler, Garnav. Proponents of an acting technique known as the Method. Picard: Method acting? I'm vaguely familiar with it, but why would you choose such an old-fashioned approach? Data: Perhaps because the technique requires an actor to seek his own emotional awareness to understand the character he plays. Picard: But surely that's an impossible task for you, Data. Data: Sir, I have modified the Method for my own uses. Since I have no emotional awareness to create a performance, I am attempting to use performance to create emotional awareness. I believe if I can learn to duplicate the fear of Ebenezer Scrooge, I will be one step closer to truly understanding humanity. Riker: Captain Picard, please report to the Bridge. Picard: On my way, Number One. Data, the moment you decided to stop imitating other actors and create your own interpretation, you were already one step closer to understanding humanity. Riker: We've received an emergency transmission from the science station on Ventax Two, sir. Picard: What's the nature of the emergency? Riker: Uncertain. The signal was interrupted. Worf: Contact reestablished with Ventax Two, sir. Riker: On screen. Clark: I am Doctor Howard Clark, director of the science station here on Ventax Two. Thank you for responding. Picard: Worf, can you improve our reception? Worf: The trouble is at the transmission source, sir. Picard: Doctor Clark, we are barely able maintain communication with you. Can you boost the level of your power source? Clark: I'm afraid not, Captain. It's under attack. Picard: Under attack? Clark: There's a mob outside the door, trying to break into the station. The planet is in chaos. Lootings, fires, mass hysteria. These people are all convinced their world is coming to an end. Tomorrow. Please, we must have your immediate Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44474.5. We have reached Ventax Two and are attempting to contact the Federation science station, which at last report was under siege by an angry mob. Worf: They are transmitting again. Picard: On screen, before we lose contact. Clark: Enterprise, Enterprise! Do you read me? Emergency! We need help! Picard: Doctor Clark, this is Captain Picard. We are ready to beam you and your staff on board the Clark: They're in! Picard: Transporter room three. Lock onto the science team and beam them aboard. Chief: I've locked onto Doctor Clark. I can't pick out the others. It's a mess down there. Picard: Then beam Doctor Clark aboard by himself. Chief: Yes, Captain. Picard: Mister Worf, will you escort him to my ready room. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Number One, try to make some sense out of this mess. Clark: The people in Ventax Two live in an agrarian society. At least, they do now. Picard: What do you mean, now? Clark: It's an interesting anthropological question. One we were studying before the trouble began. In the distant past, the Ventaxian culture had achieved an extremely advanced scientific level, but a millennium ago they turned their backs on technology. Picard: They reverted to a simpler existence? Clark: And remained that way for centuries. First contact was made by a Klingon expedition seventy years ago. Since then, the new technology has been available to the Ventaxians. They simply are not interested in it. Virtually no social problems to be found on this planet, In fact, I would have described their society as idyllic until Picard: Until what, Doctor? Clark: It's hard to believe. Several years ago, Acost Jared, the Ventaxian head of state, began to grow increasingly obsessed with the legend of Ardra. With each passing day, he grew more anxious, and he talked about little else. Ardra is coming back. Ardra will be here soon. We must all leave before Ardra returns. Picard: And who is this Ardra? Clark: For all intents and purposes, the devil. Captain, these people actually believe they've sold their souls to the devil. Riker: Riker to Captain Picard. Picard: Have you located the science team, Number One? Riker: Evidently they're being held hostage. Clark: Hostage? Riker: There's a Ventaxian leader on the viewscreen, name of Acost Jared. Picard: Doctor. Clark: Jared, you must secure the release of my people. I can't believe you would allow this. Jared: Howard, my friend, you know how I abhor all acts of violence, but events are out of my control. Picard: I'm Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Is there nothing you can do? Jared: As the hour of Ardra's return approaches, fear has overwhelmed my people. It has been a thousand years. The prophecies have come true. Picard: Prophecies? Clark: Ardra's arrival was supposed to be heralded by the shaking of the cities. Now there has been a series of geological tremors on the planet. Minor quakes, nothing extraordinary. Picard: Poorly timed. Jared: There is more. For several nights there have been visions of Ardra. Again, just as the contract said would occur before her return. Picard: Visions? Do you mean dreams? Jared: No. She has appeared. I myself have seen her. Picard: Jared, tell your people, if the hostages are released, I am prepared to offer Federation assistance should this, this Ardra return. Jared: I am afraid it will not matter. They know your weapons are useless against her, Captain. I will make inquiries concerning the hostages. The innocent should not suffer from our sins. But I can make no promises. Troi: This situation is deteriorating, Captain. The people are approaching levels of anxiety that could lead to suicide. Picard: Mister Data, what do we know about this Ardra? Data: She is a cornerstone of Ventaxian theology. It seems that Ardra came to Ventax Two and promised one thousand years of peace and prosperity, for a price. Upon her return, she would enslave the entire population. In Ventaxian culture, it is considered bad luck to speak her name out loud. Clark: There are ancient scrolls concerning Ardra that are stored in the Athenaeum vaults. Scholars study them. They have been of little public interest until recently Picard: I think I should meet with this Acost Jared. He's still our best hope for the release of the hostages. Riker: I'll arrange to have him transported on board. Picard: No. I'm going down to the planet myself. Worf: Sir, you run the risk of being taken as an additional hostage Picard: Mister Worf, you and Mister Data will accompany me. Mister O'Brien can keep a lock on our communicators. He can pull us out if necessary. Worf: Yes, sir. Picard: Counselor, I want you to come too. Jared: Captain Picard, you shouldn't have come. Your life is in danger here. Picard: You must calm your people. There is no reason for panic. Jared: No reason? Picard: If the tremors have frightened people, leading to this hysteria over Ardra, let us reassure them. Data: We have scanned the tectonic stress patterns of your planet's crust. There is no evidence that the quakes pose any kind of threat. Jared: No, no, no, the threat is from Ardra. You cannot understand. Picard: If you can at least help us locate our people. Jared: She is here. Picard: Nonsense. It is only Ardra: Time's up. I'm disappointed. I expected my tenants to take better care of my property. Jared: Ardra, most powerful one, I am Jared, Leader of Ventax Two. I take responsibility for all that displeases you. Please, do not punish my people. Ardra: Punish? Who said anything about punishing? I merely expect your end of our contract to be upheld. Jared: Thank you, Ardra. Ardra: And don't talk like some ancient prophet around me, with thees and thous and most powerful ones. It was appealing for a few centuries, but I bore easily. And stop cowering. When I want you on your knees, I'll let you know. Much better. a fine example for the others. Who would you be? Picard: I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship Enterprise. Ardra: Keep up the good work. Now, the first thing we'll need is an accounting of all you've been accumulating for me. This form will provide guidelines for a full census of the population, with emphasis on productivity and economic forecasts. Picard: Who are you? Ardra: My, you are forceful, aren't you? Good. I like my men to be forceful. At least at the start. Picard: If your intent is to intimidate, you are not succeeding. Ardra: That's all right. I like a challenge. Troi: An entire planet has been terrorized because of the suggestion that you're going to enslave the population. Ardra: Well, it's true. Of course, I wouldn't put it so melodramatically. It's just a standard contract with an unusually long term. Data: So you do purport to be the mythic figure Ardra? Ardra: I have many names, my pale friend. I'm Mendora in the Berussian Cluster. Torak to the Drellians. The Klingons call me Fek'lhr. Worf: You are not Fek'lhr. Fek'Lhr: Ah, but I am I am the Guardian of Gre'thor. Where the dishonored go when they die. Ardra: But here on Ventax Two, I am called Ardra. The same Ardra who negotiated a contract with these people ten centuries ago today. Oh, you doubt me. A non-believer. Really, Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship Enterprise, no doubt you have traveled the galaxy, encountered a diverse universe of creatures. Is there no room for the likes of me? Picard: I have encountered many who more credibly could be called the devil than you. Ardra: The devil! Now there's one I haven't heard in a long time. Picard: You claim you visited this planet a thousand years ago and negotiated a contract? Ardra: That's correct. Picard: I would like to see that contract. Jared: The scrolls of Ardra, Captain. Ardra: A long-winded description of a very simple business arrangement. I did away with their wars, famine and economic ruin, and provided them a thousand years of paradise. My terms were clearly stated. They went into this with their eyes open. I'm sure you'll find everything is in order. Picard: You won't mind if I don't take your word for it? Jared, with your permission, I'd like Mister Data will review these scrolls thoroughly. Jared: It is no longer my decision, Captain. Ardra: I have intrigued you, haven't I, Picard? Picard: I am only here to secure the release of the Federation hostages. Ardra: Hostages? Is this true? Jared: Yes, Ardra. Panic gripped the people as the time of your return grew closer. Ardra: Yes, I do have that effect on people. See that the hostages are released. Now. Jared: Immediately. Ardra: Let us not cloud this with bit players, Picard. You will not leave because you find me irresistible. Picard: Enterprise, advise Doctor Clark that the hostages are being released. Clark: This is Clark. You did it, Captain. Thank goodness. Picard: Goodness had nothing to do with it. Three to beam up. Mister Data will remain on the surface. Data, I want a complete report on the contents of these documents. I refuse to abandon this planet to that woman. Energize. Riker: Could she be another refugee from the Q continuum? Crusher: For that matter, could she be Q? Picard: Q would never bother with contracts. Troi: Or economic forecasts. Picard: I noticed that too, Counselor. I had the distinct impression of in the presence of a flim-flam artist. Worf: But her powers? Picard: Her powers are, at the best, unclear. Think about it, Mister Worf. Transporter technology can make things appear and disappear. The illusion that she can transform herself into a Klingon creature could be created by holographic projection. Clark: And creating a minor tremor could be the result of a low frequency tractor beam projected against the tectonic plates. Picard: We are capable of recreating all of these events. It's just that she dresses them up and she delivers them with more dramatic flair. Crusher: Like a magician. Picard: Exactly. Troi: She has an incredibly focused mind. It was virtually impossible to sense any deception. Or anything else, for that matter. Laforge: The best magicians will never let you see what's up their sleeve, Counselor. Riker: She must be tapping into some sort of power source to produce these effects. She's not hiding that up her sleeve. Picard: Number One, I want you and Mister Worf to run high resolution scans of this star system. Look for a ship, a base of operations, anything large enough to generate that power. Mister La Forge, accompany Doctor Clark back to the science station. See if you can trace the origin of these tremors. Ardra: Your chair offers a lovely view of my planet, Picard. Come, sit with me. Picard: Either leave my Bridge or I will remove you by force. Ardra: By force? You disappoint me. You didn't strike me as that sort, Picard, But by all means, try. Picard: Mister Worf. Ardra: I was really hoping you'd try it yourself. Picard: Transporter room three, lock on to the intruder and transport her to the planet surface. Crewman: Aye, sir. Picard: Ensign, put up the shields until further notice. Ardra: Yes, sir, Captain. Whatever you say. Riker: We are not impressed by your magic tricks. Ardra: I pity you. We live in a universe of magic, which evidently you cannot see. Ah, my pale friend has returned. Have you finished examining the contract? Data: I have, sir. Picard: Report, Mister Data. Data: The contract agrees to deliver the people of Ventax Two into the personal servitude of Ardra after one thousand years of peace. I have compared the terms to the body of laws which govern the planet. The language of the agreement is correct in every detail, sir. Ardra: Such speed and accuracy. You're much too talented to be human. Data: I am an android. Ardra: Android. Of course. How wonderful. An unexpected bonus. Riker: Bonus? Ardra: Yes. When the contract came to term, I gained clear title to the planet, anything on the surface, in the air or in orbit. So you see, the Enterprise belongs to me now as well. Data: I'm afraid the contract could be interpreted in that way, sir. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Although I consider this woman's claim upon my ship to be an empty threat, it has further inspired my determination to expose her for the fraud she is. Picard: Come. Data: You wished to see me, sir? Picard: Yes, Mister Data. A wise man once said, there is a sucker born every minute. Data: Barnum, sir. PT. Picard: I've been examining the dynamics of what used to be called the con game. Quite fascinating. Worthy of your study, Data. Data: Sir, do you believe Ardra is, to use the vernacular, a con artist? Picard: Yes, I do, Data. And I believe it is our job to out-con the con artist. Data: Sir, I must point out that the Ventaxians did have one thousand years of peace and tranquility as promised by Ardra. Picard: We can only speculate what occurred on that planet a thousand years ago. Maybe a Ventaxian leader saw the destruction of his society at hand and he conceived this Contract of Ardra to motivate change. Or maybe there was an Ardra of some sort who is the basis of this mythology. Who knows? The point is that somehow a fundamental theology was created which transformed this society, but in the process of change, created this latent fear which has been passed down through generations. Data, from your own experience of performing Ebenezer Scrooge, you're aware how fear can be a very powerful motivator. Data: Indeed, sir. In the story, the spirits used fear to motivate Scrooge to reform his character. Picard: And in the hands of a con artist, fear can be used to motivate obedience, capitulation, the exploitation of innocent people. And that is what I believe has happened here. I intend to prove that. I need to find a loophole, some way of challenging the validity of this contract. Data: Sir, the language of the contract seems carefully chosen to avoid any loopholes. Picard: Check it again, Mister Data, and check every Ventaxian legal precedent for the last one thousand years. We'll talk again in the morning. Data: Aye, sir, Picard: Picard to Bridge. Intruder alert. Picard to Bridge. Ardra: Oh, I've arranged for a bit of privacy. Ardra: Just the two of us. Picard: This is becoming very tiresome. Ardra: Oh, come now, Picard. You know you find me tantalizing. Give in to your desires. Picard: You know, there's nothing about you I find tantalizing. On the contrary, I find you obvious and vulgar. Ardra: Easily fixed. I can be your ideal woman, Picard. Prim and proper. And chaste, until I succumb to your charms. Or would your fantasies turn more toward a professional woman, one perhaps who wears a Starfleet uniform? Perhaps I could even be Troi: Someone close at hand and yet unattainable. I can do anything for you, Captain. Anything you could ever imagine. Ardra: I could give you a night that would light fire in your dreams until you die and you would reject me? Picard: Oh, yes. Ardra: You shall regret that. Picard: I think not. Ardra: Oh, but you will. Laforge: Captain Picard? Captain, I wasn't expecting you here. Picard: Neither was I. Laforge: La Forge to Enterprise. Worf: Go ahead. Laforge: Worf, Captain Picard is here. Laforge: You'd better transport him back on board. Worf: The Captain? But I have no Picard: It's all right, Mister Worf. Picard: Ardra somehow transported me here. Will you beam me directly to my quarters. Worf: Aye, sir. We're locked on to you. Worf: Transporter is malfunctioning, Captain. Worf: Some sort of interference. Checking. Picard: Just have Mister Data fetch me in a shuttle. And have him bring along a uniform. Worf: Did you say uniform? Picard: Yes, I did. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Mister La Forge and Doctor Clark have made no headway. Commander Riker and Lieutenant Worf have picked nothing up anything on their scans. Data: Sir, I believe I have found an obscure precedent in Ventaxian law which may be of interest. Picard: Yes? Data: The case involves a contract dispute over services rendered by a Klingon craftsman on the construction of a Ventaxian home. Because the dispute involved an alien culture, the parties decided that arbitration rather than the courts, should resolve the issue. Both sides agreed to choose an arbiter. It is the only known case involving an alien claimant. Picard: That's exactly what I needed. Well done, Data. Data: Shuttlecraft One to Enterprise. Prepare for docking sequence Riker: Proceed, Shuttle One. Picard: Enterprise. Enterprise, do you read me? Enterprise, come in. Data: I cannot locate the Enterprise anywhere within one light year of the planet, sir. Picard: I don't believe Ardra is capable of transporting the Enterprise a light year away. Keep hailing them, Mister Data. Repeat on all frequencies. Laforge: Hey, I think we've found something here. There's a sudden jump in Z-particle readings just about the time the Enterprise disappeared. Picard: Where did it originate? Clark: It was too brief to pinpoint. Laforge: But it could suggest a hidden power source. Picard: Gentlemen, we need to find that source if we are to defeat this woman. Laforge: Well, if you can get her to perform a few more magic tricks like that one, we just might be able to track it down. Ardra: So, I trust you have a bit more respect for me now. Picard: What have you done with my ship? Ardra: I've done nothing with your ship. My ship is safely in my possession. Picard: I do not recognize your claim on the Enterprise. Nor on this world, for that matter. In accordance with Ventaxian legal precedent, I call for an arbitration. Ardra: An arbitration? There's nothing here to arbitrate. Picard: Oh, but there is. You're a fraud, madame, and I intend to prove that you could not have affected the changes that took place on this planet. Ardra: Do you not believe what you see with your own eyes? Your ship is gone, Captain. Picard: An illusion. Magicians have been making things of all sorts disappear for ages. Ardra: You underestimate me. But then, most people do, until it's too late. Picard: If you are who you say you are, then you have nothing to lose. Ardra: I also have nothing to gain. I already have possession of this planet and your ship. Picard: I am prepared to offer an added incentive. If you win, I'll take you to the ruins of Ligillium. Ardra: The Zaterl Emerald? You know where it is? Picard: Yes, I do. Ardra: Oh, you are too clever. But I have enough jewels. If you wish this foolish arbitration, I will choose my own prize. Picard: And what would that be? Ardra: You. By all rights, your body is already mine, but I want more. I want your heart, your mind, your soul, and I want you to give them to me without resistance, of your own free will. So, do you still wish to pursue this most dangerous game? Picard: I agree to your terms. Ardra: Oh, Picard, I will enjoy you morning, noon and night. Picard: But we must agree to an arbiter. Ardra: Very well. I choose Mister Data. Any objections? Picard: But Mister Data is a member of my crew. Ardra: Of my crew. And he's an android. He is incapable of deceit or bias. He has no feelings to get in the way of his judgment. Data: Ardra, before he responds, may I have a word in private with Captain Picard? Data: Sir, I request you reject me as arbitrator. Picard: Why? Data: Ardra is right. If I am chosen, I will perform my duties without bias or sentiment. I cannot guarantee I will deliver a verdict in your favor. Picard: Data, where else on this planet can I find someone she cannot intimidate? Data: Sir, I will have to follow the rules of conduct for a Ventaxian jurist. Picard: I understand. You'll make a fine judge. Jared: A thousand years ago our planet was dying. Overcrowded and dangerous city states warred unceasingly with each other. The air and water were polluted with industrial waste and there was a constant threat of starvation and epidemic. Ardra: And then what happened? Jared: And then you came. Picard: Objection. There is no conclusive evidence that this woman ever visited the planet a thousand years ago. Ardra: I suppose you want a thousand year old witness? Picard: That would be acceptable. Ardra: Jared. In the contract, does it specify how you would know me when I return? Jared: Yes by the date. Ardra: Anything else? Jared: by the shaking of the cities, and by the visions. Ardra: And all of these occurred on schedule? Jared: Yes. Ardra: Thank you. Your honor, I submit that I have established my identity as stated by the contract. Data: Captain Picard, my interpretation of Ventaxian law suggests under these circumstances, this is acceptable. Your objection is overruled. Picard: But, your honor! Data: Sir, I have ruled. Please sit down. You may proceed. Ardra: Thank you, your Honor. Now, when I first set foot on Ventax Two, what did I offer your people? Jared: According to the scrolls, you offered us a thousand years of peace and prosperity, if we would promise to surrender ourselves to you at the end of the term. Ardra: Now why do you think they would strike such a bargain? Jared: We had nothing to lose. There was no hope in sight. Ardra: Until I came along. Picard: Objection! Ardra: I withdraw the observation. No further questions. Picard: Your Honor, nothing in this testament proves that Ardra had the power to affect the lives of the Ventaxians. My opponent has failed to prove her case and I move that her claim be summarily dismissed. Data: I find no cause to invalidate the contract at this time. The arbitration will continue. Ardra: Your Honor, Captain Picard as a new visitor to my planet has been a consistent doubter of my abilities. I would like to ask him a few questions, if I may. Data: It is highly irregular to question the opposing advocate, but I see no reason to deny it. Proceed. Ardra: Please don't take any offense at these questions, you know how fond I am of you. Picard: Objection. Data: Sustained. The advocate will refrain from expressing personal affections for her opponent. Ardra: You do not believe my powers are real, do you. Picard: No, I don't. Ardra: Then, sir, may I ask you to explain this. Data: You are out of order. Ardra: Or this? Data: The advocate will refrain from making her opponent disappear. Ardra: Or this? Devil: Can you explain it, Picard? Data: Any more disruptions and I will rule you in contempt of court. Is that understood? Ardra: I am sorry, your Honor, but can you explain it, Picard? Yes or no. Picard: No. Ardra: I rest my case, your Honor. Clark: The decay rate of these Z-particles makes it almost impossible to trace the source. Laforge: I'm correlating particle trajectories. They're beginning to align. Wait a minute. I have coordinates thirty four degrees north, sixty two degrees east, at an altitude of two hundred ten kilometers. Clark: That would put it in orbit above the western magnetic pole, Running visual scan. Nothing. Laforge: This time, I don't buy the magic. Something's got to be there. Picard: Jared, you've described quite thoroughly the history of your people before and after Ardra's first visit. But I am a little unclear about the change itself. Did Ardra simply snap her fingers and transform the planet into this paradise? Jared: No, the changes occurred gradually over a long period of time. Picard: Did she personally form the government that so peacefully ruled this planet for a millennium? Jared: No, historical records indicate a council was convened to assess our options. They drew up a new constitution which the population later ratified. Picard: I see. So she advised this council? Jared: No. Picard: No? Then she must have destroyed all the weapons on the planet. Jared: No, our leaders did that. And they signed a treaty of non-aggression. Picard: Well then, let's move on to the environmental gains on Ventax Two. How were those accomplished Jared: We shifted our economy from an industrial to an agrarian base. It was more ecologically sound. Picard: But Ardra must have purified the polluted water and air? Jared: No, the record shows there were a series of initiatives covering everything from atmospheric contaminants to waste disposal. Picard: Did she not even pick up one piece of trash? Jared: Ardra had left Ventax Two before the environmental reforms began. Picard: Forgive me, but it sounds as if with a great deal of hard work and courage, your ancestors changed this world all by themselves. Ardra: Objection. The advocate is drawing conclusions. Data: Sustained. I will draw my own conclusions, if you do not mind. Sir. Picard: No further questions. Data: Rebuttal? Ardra: Just two questions. Is there any doubt in your mind, any doubt at all, that if I had not intervened, the terrible conditions here would have continued? I remind you that you're under oath. Jared: No doubt at all. Ardra: Then, as former head of state for the Ventaxian people, you are satisfied that I fulfillled my part of the bargain? Jared: Yes, Ardra. Ardra: Thank you. Your Honor, what more can be said? Both sides agree the terms of the contract have been fulfillled. Data: Captain Picard, do you have any further evidence to present before I render judgment? Picard: I believe my associate, Mister La Forge, may be bringing the answer to that question. I request a recess. Laforge: Hi, Data. Data: Geordi. One hour recess is granted. Picard: Mister La Forge, my reputation as a litigator, not to mention my immortal soul, is in serious jeopardy. Laforge: Well, whatever's been going on over here gave us exactly what we needed. Picard: Have you identified the source of her power? Laforge: A cloaked ship. Picard: She has a Romulan cloaking device? Laforge: More likely a bad copy of one. We picked it up through a wavelength stretchout. Picard: The Enterprise? Laforge: Exactly where it's supposed to be. Ardra extended her cloaking shields around it, set up a subspace damping field to interfere with normal operations. I've isolated the frequency spread and penetrated the field. Picard: Can you make contact? Laforge: Already have. Picard: This is what I want to do, but we have less than an hour. Picard: Jared, you're a wise and experienced leader, and I assume you trust your senses? Jared: Yes, I would say so. Picard: And all your senses tell you that this woman here is the most powerful force on this planet, don't they? Jared: Yes. Picard: Then what would you say if I were to tell you that she has no powers whatsoever? Jared: But we have seen her powers here. Ardra: That's right, and you will again. Picard: Oh, yes. Ardra's magic. Jared, would you believe me if I told you that I could steal her powers and perform the same magical acts as she? Jared: I'm sorry, Captain Picard, but you are not Ardra. Picard: No, that's true. I'm not Ardra. but I can create tremors just as she did. Ardra: Objection, your honor! Data: I think he deserves some leeway. Overruled. But that will be quite enough, Captain. Picard: Of course. Ardra, will you would do the honors and stop the tremors? Ardra: Er, of course. Picard: Is something the matter? Ardra: I like the tremors. Picard: Well, I don't. Picard: You Recognize the old bag of tricks? What about this one? Come back, Ardra, if you can. No? Fine, allow me Ardra: Of all the impudence. Picard: Impudence? Fek'Lhr: Impudence is pretending to be Fek'lhr of Klingon. Data: Your leeway has run out, Captain. Picard: Your Honor, I appreciate your indulgence. Allow me to explain. A team from the Enterprise has taken control of this woman's ship now in orbit around Ventax Two. Thank you for your help, Number One. Riker: Glad to be of service, sir. Picard: They have been monitoring me on my communicator, executing a prearranged program on her ship's computer, a fairly ingenious combination of force-field projection, holography and transporter effects. Ardra controls her magic literally by the blink of an eye. Centuries old technology. An implant which permits the movements of her eye to choose and activate each illusion. Ardra once told us that she is known by many names. Well, at least in that she was being honest. Her crew has admitted that she is known by twenty three aliases in this sector alone. Ardra: You had no right Picard: Deceiving innocent people with her petty schemes for years. Ventax Two must have offered her the greatest opportunity of her nefarious career. She learned of the myth of Ardra, studied it and expertly played on your fears that your people were ready to virtually surrender to her. Ardra: Your Honor, under the circumstances, I believe it is only fair that I release the Ventaxians from their obligation and I will let them keep the peace they have, and I will just be on my way. Data: With the advocate's withdrawal, the contract is hereby dissolved. This arbitration is adjourned. Jared: Thank you, Captain Picard. You saved our lives. Picard: No, Jared. As I've tried to tell you, you saved your own lives a long time ago. Data: Congratulations, sir. Picard: Your Honor. Ardra: You would have had a lot more fun if you'd lost. Till we meet again, Jean-Luc Picard of the Starship Enterprise.

Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44502.7. Early completion of our mission at Harrakis Five has allowed me to grant extra personal time for many of the crew. This has come as something of a relief, since our recent tight scheduling has prevented pursuit of the leisure activities that are a normal part of life aboard the Enterprise. I expect our journey past the Ngame Nebula to be uneventful, and am personally using the time to fulfilll a promise to a colleague. Guinan: Dixon Hill around? Madeline: He's occupied at the present moment. Guinan: Tell him Gloria's here. Madeline: Can't do that. He doesn't want to be disturbed. Guinan: Tell him it's Gloria from Cleveland. Madeline: Doesn't matter if you're from the moon, hon. Mister Hill is incommuni, incommunica, ka Guinan: Incommunicado. Madeline: That's it. Sorry, hon. Guinan: Look, hon. Just tell him Gloria's here. Madeline: Look, when the boss doesn't want to be disturbed, the boss doesn't want to be disturbed. Don't take it personal, like. Guinan: I have an appointment with Mister Hill at two o'clock. Madeline: It's two ten. Guinan: So I had a little trouble getting into the dress. It took me a little while to figure out exactly what I was supposed to do with these. Madeline: Sorry, Dix. There's a lady here to see you, says her name is Guinan: Gloria Madeline: Gloria. Guinan: From Cleveland. Madeline: From Cleveland. Okay. He never heard of you. Guinan: He's never heard of me? Madeline: That's right. Guinan: Oh, wait, I think you don't understand. You see, this was all been set up in advance. You see, I'm supposed to be Gloria from Cleveland, and I was supposed to be on holodeck number four at two o'clock and you don't have any idea what I'm talking about, do you. Not to worry. Madeline: Hey, you can't go in there! Johnny: Get inside. Close the door. Who's the doll? Picard: She's a, the doll's my cousin. Guinan: Yeah. Gloria. From Cleveland. Picard: I'm sorry about this Gu, Gloria. I didn't actually mean you to get involved. She knows nothing about this, Johnny. Guinan: What does that mean? Oh, I see. Johnny: Yeah, right. What do I look like? A jamoke? You ain't nobody's cousin and you ain't here for a visit. What do you know about my money? Guinan: Your money? Johnny: The money he stole. Guinan: You stole his money? Picard: Don't listen to him, Gloria. He's lying. Guinan: Johnny. Johnny. Talk to me, Johnny. I'm a great listener. Johnny: I'm finished with talking, sweetheart. Now, I'm going to get some action or else. Guinan: This is what you do for fun? Picard: It's a mystery. Who was this man? Who killed him? Where's the money he was talking about? It's a mystery. Now, we have to go search for clues. Guinan: Ah, and that's fun? Picard: That's fun. A forty eight Packard with white walls. Damn it, I couldn't get the license plate. Madeline: Captain Picard? Sorry, there's no Captain Picard here. You should try down at the docks. Ships come Picard: It's all right, Madeline, I'll take it in here. Picard: Yes, what is it? Data: Captain, Lieutenant Commander Data here. Please excuse the unusual interruption, but under the circumstances I thought that patching communications through the holodeck program would be less obtrusive. Picard: I appreciate your concern, Commander Data. What can I do for you? Data: Long range sensors detect a T-tauri type star within a pocket of the Ngame cloud. Picard: Well, there's nothing unusual about that. Data: No, sir. However, the star's single planet falls within the M-class range. It is capable of supporting life. Picard: That is unusual. Data: Highly, sir. Picard: Well, thank you, Mister Data. Procedures require that we investigate. Recall the bridge crew and set in a course. Data: Aye, sir. Picard: I'm sorry, Gloria, but there is a twenty-fourth century mystery I have to investigate. You are very welcome to carry on, if you like. Guinan: No, I've had enough fun for today. Mcknight: Entering the T-tauri system, now, Captain. Data: Sensors indicate an energy fluctuation directly in our path. Source unknown. Worf: Still picking up energy distortions, but fading. It seems to be gone. Picard: A wormhole? Data: Very likely. Small and extremely unstable wormholes have been mapped near thirty nine T-tauri systems in the last one hundred years alone, sir. Riker: Captain, I suggest we move to a safer location. It could reappear at any moment. Picard: Agreed, Number One. Ensign, take us a course Data: Captain! Data: Captain? Picard: Data. Data: Careful, Captain. The stun effect from the wormhole was relatively severe. Picard: Apparently so. How long were we unconscious? Data: Approximately thirty seconds. I have scanned the entire ship and detected no life-threatening injuries among the crew. Picard: You were not affected? Data: No, sir. My positronic system is immune to the effect. This is the third unstable wormhole I have passed through during my time with Starfleet. The first was aboard the USS Trieste Picard: Thank you, Mister Data. Well, where the hell are we? Riker: Point five four parsecs from our original position. Almost a day's travel in just thirty seconds? Data: Sir, I should re-align the ship's clock with Starbase four ten's subspace signal to adjust for the time distortion. Picard: Proceed. Data: Yes, Captain. Crusher: Captain, this is Crusher in Sickbay. Picard: Go ahead, Doctor. Crusher: I'm getting scattered reports Crusher: Of minor injuries. What's happened? Picard: The Enterprise just jumped through a wormhole. Picard: Apparently we were all unconscious for about thirty seconds. Crusher: Is everybody all right there? Picard: There's little or no damage on the Bridge, Doctor. Crusher: Acknowledged. Crusher out. Picard: Ship's status? Riker: Reports coming in now. Nothing serious so far. Laforge: La Forge here, Captain. I've checked impulse engines and warp drives, sir. They appear to be unaffected. Worf: Shields and weapons systems are fully functional. Picard: Counselor? Are you all right? Troi: I think so. I'm feeling a bit unfocused. It'll pass. Picard: Well, not too bad, all things considered. Riker: We're lucky we didn't end up half way across the galaxy in the middle of next week. Data: That was never actually a possibility. The wormhole's small size and relatively short period would make this a local phenomenon. Picard: There's still the anomalous M-class planet we were going to investigate. Do we go back? Data: The unpredictability of the wormhole would make an investigation a hazardous one. A probe launched from our current position would be more advisable. Picard: Make it so. Crusher: Nothing broken, Chief, but the ligaments around the elbow have been twisted pretty severely. What on earth were you doing when you fell? O'Brien: Hanging a plant for Keiko. It's part of her running project to give me a green thumb. Crusher: How's it working? O'Brien: Everything I touch seems to turn brown and wither away. Crusher: Alyssa, would you get me? Oh, never mind, I'll get it. You, don't go away. Crusher: This isn't possible. Crusher: Alyssa? Ogawa: Yes, Doctor? Crusher: Did you see anybody near the lab today? Ogawa: No, I didn't. Crusher: You didn't by chance adjust the environments on the incubation containers? Ogawa: I would never touch one of your experiments unless you asked me to, Doctor. Crusher: Of course not. I'm sorry, Alyssa. Thank you. Worf: Probe approaching the T-tauri system, Captain. Picard: Readings, Data? Data: Coming in now, sir. The probe is within visual range of the planet. Picard: On screen. Data: Sensors indicate a hydrogen-helium composition with a frozen helium core. Riker: Wait a minute. Didn't your readings indicate a class M planet before we passed through the wormhole, Data? Data: It is possible the sensors were affected by interference from the wormhole, Commander. It is clearly not a class M planet. Picard: Mister Data, run a full diagnostic to make sure the wormhole didn't permanently damage the sensors. Data: Aye, sir. Picard: Ensign, take us back on a course Riker: Captain. Picard: Problem, Number One? Riker: It seems awfully strange that a malfunctioning sensor would give such a specific misreading of a planet. I would have thought that a time-space disturbance would have caused a lot more confusion than that. Data: It is conceivable that the sensors picked up the afterimage of an actual planet on the other side of the wormhole. We could survey the nearby stars for such a planet. It would require approximately six days, sir. Picard: No, no, we don't have time for that. We've encountered a minor mystery, one that has been solved to my satisfaction. Number One, unless there's a major objection, then Ensign McKnight should put us back on course for Evadne Four. Riker: No objection. Picard: Ensign. Mcknight: Aye, sir. Picard: Come. Crusher: I have something of a minor mystery on my hands. Picard: A minor mystery?. That seems to be a recurring phrase these days. Oh, Diomedian scarlet moss. I didn't know you were an enthnobotanist. Crusher: It's a hobby. Picard: You've got a good crop here. As I recall, it's not easy to cultivate. Crusher: That's just it. I started these spores right before we were all knocked unconscious by the wormhole. You said we were unconscious for thirty seconds? Picard: Correct. Crusher: Then why do these show a full day's growth? Picard: Perhaps you've got some sort of fast growth strain. Crusher: Each of these incubators was set with spores from completely different sources in the Diomedian system. I have a dozen more in the lab. Perhaps something extraordinary happened to one of them, but not to all of them. Picard: Doctor, we were not unconscious for a full day. Everything on board indicates that we were out for thirty seconds. The ship's chronometer, the computer, everything, Doctor, including Commander Data. Crusher: Jean-Luc, I'm telling you this is over twenty four hours of growth. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Commander Data continues to maintain that we were unconscious for only thirty seconds, despite Doctor Crusher's evidence to the contrary. Data: Captain, I have a hypothesis. The twenty-second century physicist Pell Underhill conjectured that a major disruption in time continuity could be compensated for by trillions of counter reactions. That effect may have allowed Doctor Crusher's mosses to arrive at the other side of the worm hole with the unanticipated growth. Laforge: Underhill was talking about energy. Data: True. Nevertheless, it is possible that the phenomenon could occur in matter at much higher levels of organization, given the proper conditions. Picard: Thank you, Data. An intriguing hypothesis. Well, perhaps we've got a tempest in a test tube, after all. Crusher: Captain. Picard: Data, I promised Mister Nelson that you would assist him with the sensor diagnostic. You'll find him hard at work on deck thirty six. Data: As you wish, Captain. Picard: Do you believe him? I want a frank answer, Commander. Laforge: Not for a second. I'm amazed that he even proposed it. Worf: What are you suggesting, Captain? Picard: I'm not sure, Mister Worf. I have never known Data to tell a lie, and yet. Crusher: If we never went through that wormhole, then what happened to us during that day? Laforge: If we were out for a whole day, why didn't our beards grow? Riker: Whatever it was it seems something Data doesn't want to tell us about. Picard: It could be that whatever caused this situation also affected Data. And it could be that he's telling the truth and that this is all just a minor mystery. Laforge: We could always check the computer's chronometer, see if there's any evidence of tampering. Crusher: A transporter trace analysis might give us another indication of how much time has actually passed. Picard: Doctor, Commander, make it so. Meanwhile, we will maintain our present course. If there is something wrong with Data, we don't want him to be aware of our suspicions. Laforge: Gentlemen, how goes the battle? Data: The long range and infra-red sensors apparently suffered ill effects as a result of the wormhole. We are presently checking neutrino and heavy particle detectors. Laforge: Great. I'll take over now, Data. The Captain wants you back on the Bridge. See you later in Ten Forward? Laforge: Nelson, I need your help with the computer. Crusher: Hello, Chief. How's the elbow? O'Brien: Much better, thanks. This isn't a house call, is it? Crusher: No, it's not. Tell me, do you remember the last person to use the transporter before we went through the wormhole? O'Brien: Let me check. Ensign Locklin. She's one of my technicians. Crusher: Tell her to report to Sickbay immediately. Crusher: Electrolyte concentration? Ogawa: Twelve point five deviation from previous. Crusher: Interesting. Check the cellular membranes. I'm willing to bet the internal turgid pressure is off by almost the same amount. Ogawa: Eleven three deviation from the norm. Crusher: Terrific. That's what I wanted to hear. Thank you, Ensign Locklin. That'll be all for now. Crusher: Crusher to Captain Picard. Picard: What is it, Doctor? Crusher: I need to see you immediately. Picard: I'm on my way to Engineering. Join me. Crusher: Physiologically, each of us is on a daily cycle. Our cells have developed rhythms based on a twenty-four hour period. Picard: The internal clock. Crusher: Exactly, and I can measure that effect at the molecular level. I took a trace from the last person to use the transporter before the incident, and compared her cell function levels at that time to what they are right now. If we were unconscious for only thirty seconds, those cycles should be nearly synchronous. Picard: And were they? Crusher: No. We were out for longer than thirty seconds, Captain. A lot longer. Laforge: I've got some good news, and some bad news. The good news is that we were right about the computer's chronometer. There's a security program to prevent tampering, but it looks now like it was disabled and a new program put in its place. Someone has reset the clock. Picard: If that's the good news, what's the bad news? Laforge: That Data and I are the only ones aboard this ship capable of doing it. Data: It is a mystery, Captain. Picard: That is an understatement, Data. Is it possible that someone or something could have affected you without your knowing? Data: I am unable to answer that question, sir. Picard: Data, would you consent to being examined by Commander La Forge? Data: As you wish, Captain. Picard: Will you escort Commander Data to Engineering? Data: I know the way, sir. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. It has become clear that everyone aboard the Enterprise has lost an entire day. As the mystery of what actually occurred during those missing hours continues to deepen, so do my doubts about Commander Data. Laforge: We'll start with the higher functions before we get down to basics. Okay. All right. Now, this won't hurt a bit. Data: Have you forgotten, Geordi, that my sensory inputs are not programmed to experience pain? Laforge: A figure of speech. Bedside manner. I'm just trying to make you feel comfortable. Data: I am perfectly comfortable. Laforge: Pattern recognition, syntactic algorithms, heuristic functions, all normal. Data: I have noticed, however, that you appear a bit uncomfortable yourself. Laforge: It just seems like you're not being completely honest with us. Data, I'm your friend. If there's something wrong, I want you to tell me. Maybe I can help. Data: I cannot tell you anything beyond what I have already stated. Laforge: Okay. Laforge: Excuse us, Counselor. Captain, I finished examining Data. Picard: And? Laforge: Nothing's wrong with the technology, that I can see. He's in perfect condition. Picard: I was almost hoping that you'd find a problem. Laforge: He still could be malfunctioning beyond my ability to detect it. Picard: This entire mystery started when our sensors detected that planet. First it was class-M, now it isn't. Riker: But our sensors were malfunctioning. Our probe clearly established the planet could not support life. Picard: Data launched that probe. Riker: If he rigged it, could you prove it? Laforge: I could try. Picard: What happened to us in that missing day? Surely there must be some clues. Each of us should try and think what we were doing just before we blacked out. Reenact it if you have to. Worf: Counselor? Picard: Deanna, are you all right? Troi: Just a moment. Yes. Yes, I'm fine. Riker: What happened? Troi: I suddenly became dizzy. I'd think I'd better go to my quarters. Picard: Perhaps Sickbay would be a better idea. Troi: No. No, really, I'm all right. Picard: Will you see the Counselor to her quarters? Worf: Aye, sir. Troi: Thank you for coming with me, Mister Worf. Worf: You are certain you are well? Troi: I just need some rest. Thanks. Worf: Deanna! Security! Override the lock on Counselor Troi's quarters! Now! Worf: What's wrong? Troi: The mirror. I came in here. I looked into the mirror. It wasn't me, Worf! It wasn't me! It was my face, but it wasn't me inside. Picard: Is she all right? Troi: I feel fine, now. Crusher: Signs of stress, adrenaline by-products higher than baseline. But that's a normal reaction after sudden fright. All brain functions check out okay. Picard: What happened, Deanna? Troi: It wasn't what I saw, it was more what I felt. I looked into the mirror, and it seemed a stranger was staring back at me from behind my own eyes. As if my face was a mask. Laforge: La Forge to Captain Picard. Picard: Go ahead, Geordi. Laforge: I've found something, sir. Picard: I'm on my way. Crusher: Lieutenant Worf. Worf: Doctor. Crusher: Can I help you? Worf: Perhaps not. Crusher: Worf, you came in here for something. Worf: A warrior does not complain about physical discomfort, but the Captain ordered us to report anything out of the ordinary. Crusher: Are you in pain? How did this happen? Picard: Do you recognize this planet, Data? Data: Yes, sir. It is the planet our probe detected in the T-tauri system. Laforge: No it's not. Actually, it's Tethys three. I retrieved this image from the ship's library. Its geophysical figures have been slightly altered, but it's definitely Tethys three. Picard: Strange, that an obscure planet several hundred light years from here should be picked up by the probe. Data, did you take this image from the ship's library and program the probe to send it back to us? Data: I cannot verify that hypothesis. Picard: But you don't deny it. Data: No, sir. Picard: Mister La Forge, will you send another probe to the T-tauri system? Laforge: Yes, sir. I'm sorry, Data. Picard: Counselor Troi just had a very disturbing hallucination. Data: Is she all right, sir? Picard: For the moment. Can you tell me if Deanna's incident is related in any way to this missing time period? Data: No, sir, I cannot. Picard: Data, you're the key to this entire mystery and you've done nothing but block my every attempt to solve it. Why are you fighting me? Data: It is not by choice. Picard: What do you mean by that? Data: I cannot say. Picard: Would you rather endanger Deanna, a friend and a colleague, than tell me what is going on?! Data: Which would you place first, the welfare of a single individual or that of the entire crew? Picard: Are you saying that by not cooperating, you are actually protecting us? Data: I am not saying that at all. I merely state a possible alternative explanation. Picard: Then, Mister Data, I'm going to ask you again, and I order you to directly answer me. What really happened to us? Data: I cannot answer that. Picard: What would you have me do, Data? How would you handle this if our positions were reversed? Data: I am apparently guilty of falsifying the Enterprise's records, of interfering with an investigation, of disobeying a direct order from my commanding officer. Your duty seems clear, sir. Picard: Do you know what a court martial would mean? Your career in Starfleet would be finished. Data: I realize that, sir. Picard: Do you also realize that you would most likely be stripped down to your wires to find out what the hell has gone wrong? Data: Yes, sir. I do. Crusher: This wrist has been broken. Broken and reset and treated with one of our subcutaneous bone fusion units. Picard: During the missing day? Crusher: That's the only possibility. Picard: Are you suggesting he was conscious? Crusher: I'm suggesting that maybe we all were. I certainly didn't repair a broken wrist while I was unconscious. Picard: And our memories of that day? Crusher: Blocked, possibly erased. Picard: By whom? Worf: There are very few individuals on board who could have broken my wrist. Commander Data is one of those individuals. Picard: I can't accept that explanation. Worf: Well, he does possess the speed and the strength. Picard: Granted, but I'm beginning to suspect that Commander Data is refusing to co-operate because he believes he is acting in the best interests of the Enterprise. Laforge: La Forge to Captain Picard. Picard: Go ahead, Geordi. Laforge: Our probe is approaching the planet, sir. Picard: Acknowledged. Maybe now we'll get some answers. Picard: What do you have, Mister La Forge? Laforge: Visuals available now, Captain. Riker: M-class. Nickel-iron core, nitrogen-oxygen atmosphere. Picard: The same planet our sensors picked up before the so-called wormhole. Riker: Affirmative. Laforge: No indication of any space-time distortion whatsoever. The probe should at least be detecting some residual effect, even if the wormhole is inactive. Picard: That's because there is no a wormhole. There never was. Riker: Sir? Picard: It was a ruse, designed to throw us off the track. Look at the clues. Doctor Crusher's incubation experiment, the computer clock, the transporter trace. All indicate the existence of a missing day. Lieutenant Worf's broken wrist would seem to suggest that we were awake and aware for that day, possibly in a struggle for our lives. Crusher: The fact that we're still alive suggests we might have won. Picard: Not necessarily, Doctor. Data's behavior would seem to suggest we did not. Why else would he be willing to sacrifice his career rather than tell the truth? Worf: If we didn't win and we didn't lose? Picard: Then the only alternative would be a stalemate. Maybe a compromise might have been reached, a compromise that forced Data into this silence. Riker: Maybe by uncovering all this, we run the risk of upsetting the stalemate. Maybe we should leave well enough alone. Picard: Possibly, Number One, and I would be prepared to live with the mystery, but Data's role in this must be ascertained or he'll never be trusted with starship duty again. Ensign, take us back to the scene of the crime. The T-tauri system, warp two. Mcknight: Within sensor range, Captain. Picard: Drop to impulse, Ensign. Mister Worf, maximum shields. Ready all weapons. Worf: Shields up. Photon torpedoes armed. Phasers standing by. Captain, an energy field has appeared between our position and the planet. Picard: On screen. Hold position. Let's see what it does. Worf: The field has emitted an energy pulse. Approaching the Enterprise. Riker: Too slow to be a photon torpedo. Worf: It might be a probe. Picard: Let's see what happens when it hits the shields. Worf: Shields undamaged. The energy pulse has dispersed. Data: Counselor Troi, what is it? Troi: The plan has failed. Data: You have returned. Troi: Your ship is again in our space. Data: I was unable to prevent it. Troi: Nevertheless, you are here. Data: The Enterprise is not a threat to you. Give me more time. Our destruction would only Laforge: Data, Captain wanted me to bring you to the Bridge. Counselor. Data: One moment, if you would. Data: Do nothing. It may yet be possible to salvage the situation. Data: Reporting as ordered, Captain. Picard: Well, Data, as you can see, we're back where it all started. Data: We must leave immediately, sir. Picard: Why? Data: Any further delay would put us all at grave risk. Picard: Why? What is the source of that risk? The energy field? Data: I cannot say. Picard: Data, you sound as if you're stuck in a feedback loop. You certainly can say. You have free will, you have a choice. Data: My silence is not by choice, sir. Picard: Not by choice? Are you somehow being controlled by that force? Did Geordi miss something when he examined you? Data: Geordi's examination was exemplary. Picard: Then why are you compelled to disobey my orders? How? During the missing day, were you contacted by Starfleet? Did they order you to conceal the truth from us? Data: I cannot answer that. We must leave, sir. Picard: This ship isn't going anywhere. Not until I get an answer. Now who gave you that order? Data: You did, sir. Picard: I ordered you to lie? Worf: Captain, the energy field is approaching. Riker: Maintain shields at full intensity. Data: No. We must vary shield shape and strength as rapidly as possible. Maximum shields will only speed the ship's takeover. Worf: Contact imminent. Picard: Do as Data says. At once. Worf: Aye, sir. The field is shifting amplitude, trying to match the shields. Data: The energy field will eventually penetrate our shields. There is no way to counter the Paxans' technology. We can delay their takeover but we cannot prevent it. Picard: The Paxans. Who are they? Troi: You have invaded our system. Picard: No, Worf. Data: You will only harm Counselor Troi's body. Picard: We are not invaders. We are explorers. Troi: Your knowledge of us is unacceptable. Data: They are xenophobes, sir. Isolationists. The Paxans terraformed a protoplanet in this system in order to better conceal their whereabouts. The apparent wormhole we experienced is actually a trap designed to keep out invaders. The energy field stuns everyone on board the invading vessel and places them in a state of biochemical stasis. Laforge: That explains why our beards didn't grow. Data: The Paxans then take the ship out of their territory. Riker: So the crew wakes up and thinks they've been through a wormhole, count their blessings and keep going. Data: Precisely. Picard: What went wrong this time? Data: My positronic brain is a technology unknown to the Paxans. Troi: Our stun field had no effect on him. He remained conscious while we tried to take over the ship. Data: When I realized the crew was incapacitated, I initiated emergency procedures Data: Computer, engage emergency plan zed zed alpha. Computer: Automatic defense procedures initiated. Energy field strength increasing. Warning, shield penetration seventeen percent. Data: Computer, begin random fluctuation of shield frequency and modulation. Computer: Executed. Data: With the Enterprise temporarily protected, I revived the crew. Data: Computer, release compound ADTH into the airflow system, five parts per million. Computer: Acknowledged. Initiating compound release now. Picard: Status, Data. Data: The energy field is attempting to match shield frequencies, sir. Picard: Options, Mister Worf? Worf: I do not recommend weapons at this range, Captain. Picard: Can we go to warp? Data: Negative, sir. The field is also acting as a tractor beam. Computer: Warning. Shields have been penetrated. Worf: All systems are frozen, Captain. Data: The Paxans can manipulate energy structures on many levels. They took control of Counselor Troi's body to communicate with us. Worf: Captain! Picard: No, stop, everyone. Who are you? Troi: You are aware of our existence. Our attempt to place you in biochemical stasis has failed. We have no choice but to destroy this ship. Picard: If you destroy this ship, then others will come in search of us. You may not be able to stop them all. Knowledge of your civilization would be spread across half the galaxy. Troi: No. Picard: Allow us safe passage and I will protect your right to privacy to the best of my ability. We will never tell anyone of your existence. Troi: There are over a thousand lifeforms on this vessel. How could you assure their silence? Picard: This biochemical stasis, does it suppress synaptic functions? Troi: It does. Picard: Then you must have the capability of affecting memory. Can you erase the short-term memory of everyone on this ship, remove all knowledge of this event, allow us to proceed as if it had never happened? Troi: It would take time. One of your days. He is immune to our influence. Picard: Data, I'm going to give you a most unusual order. I'm not sure that you will be able to integrate it into your program. Data: As a Starfleet officer, I am required to follow all of your orders, Captain. Picard: Good, because our survival depends upon it. I am ordering you never to reveal what has happened here today. Not to Starfleet, not to myself. You will conceal your knowledge of the Paxans for as long as you exist. Do you fully understood, Data? Data: Completely, sir. Picard: Satisfactory? Troi: Agreed. Picard: Good. Now, our task is to eliminate from the ship's records any information that might lead to knowledge of this incident. Let's get to work. Data: We proceeded to erase all evidence of our encounter with the Paxans. I reset the computer's chronometer and the crew was again stunned into unconsciousness, their short-term memories erased. When they were revived a day later, the computer adjustments made it appear that only thirty seconds had passed. Riker: And here we are. Picard: Here we are again. Troi: Your plan has failed. This ship must be destroyed. Picard: No. Wait. The plan failed because clues were left behind that suggested a mystery. And to many humans, a mystery is irresistible. It must be solved. The Doctor's incubation experiment, Worf's wrist, Troi's hallucinations. Little pieces of evidence that suggested even more clues. The clock, the transporter trace, Data's odd behavior. If we eliminate the clues and begin again Troi: Again? Picard: Yes. Consider the first time a run-through, a rehearsal to shake out the flaws. The second time will succeed if we leave no clues. Troi: You are a most unusual species. Worthy of a second chance. Proceed. Riker: Deanna? Picard: Welcome back. Counselor. Geordi, Data, reconfigure the computer and the records. Number One, I want you to oversee the rest of the ship. And this time, let's get it right. Picard: What happened, Data? Data: The effect from the wormhole was rather intense. Picard: So it would seem. Data: Everyone but myself was rendered unconscious. My positronic system is immune to the effect. Picard: How long were we out? Data: Thirty seconds, Sir. Riker: Current position? Mcknight: Point five four parsecs from our previous position. Bearing two eight five mark one four seven. Picard: It could be worse. Data: Yes, sir. The wormhole appears to have been a local phenomenon. Crusher: Crusher to Bridge. What happened, Captain? Picard: The Enterprise went through a wormhole, Doctor. It seems the entire crew was unconscious for approximately thirty seconds. Crusher: Is anyone on the Bridge hurt? Picard: Apparently not. Crusher: I'll start checking the other decks. Crusher out. Picard: Status reports? Worf: Shields and weapons systems unaffected. Riker: No damage in Engineering. Picard: Counselor? Troi: There's a general feeling of disorientation on board, but nothing serious as far as I can tell. Picard: Well, then. There's still that anomalous class-M planet we were going to investigate. Ensign, replot a course to take us back to Data: Sir, it is likely the anomalous readings were the result of the wormhole's effect. It was extremely unstable. I would recommend against returning. It might put the Enterprise at further risk. Riker: We could launch a probe. Data: That would certainly be sufficient, sir. Picard: Make it so. And put out a hazard advisory to Starfleet. Ensign, set a course to Evadne Four. Mcknight: Aye, sir. Picard: Engage.

Nurse: Watch the door. Careful, he may have suffered cranial damage. Tava: Move him onto the diagnostic pad. Nurse: Right. Tava: Slowly. Nurse: Right, here we go. Tava: Slowly. That's good. Nurse: All right. Careful. Nilrem: Readings? Nurse: They're fluctuating, sir. Nilrem: He took a severe blow. Possible trauma to the telencephalon. Tava: Start fifteen octares of quadroline. We'll need a complete del-scan series. Nilrem: I can't find his cardial organ. Tava: What do you mean? I'm reading a steady circulation. Nilrem: There it is. Up here. Tava: In his digestive tract? Nilrem: Ever seen anything like this? Tava: He's missing three costal struts on one side and four on the other. Nilrem: You think that's something? Look at this Nilrem: He has digits on his terminus. Tava: What are you? Riker: What happened? Berel: You're in the crisis room at the Sikla Medical Facility. You've had a severe injury, but you're going to be all right. Riker: I was caught in the riots when the police moved in. It's the last thing I remember. Berel: Can you tell us your name? Riker: Rivas. Rivas Jakara. Berel: Rivas Jakara? Where do you live? Riker: In the Marta community on the southern continent. Tava: You're a long way from home. Do you have any members of your family we should notify? Riker: No, I have no family. I can't stay here. I have to get back. Berel: You're in no condition to leave yet. There are several unusual things about your case, Mister Jakara. Your cranial lobes, for instance, they seem to be surgical implants. Riker: I had cosmetic surgery to correct a genetic birth defect. Berel: And these? Another birth defect? Riker: Yes, isn't that something? My father's were the same way. Nilrem: You want us to believe that all your abnormalities are inherited genetic traits? Riker: I understand your confusion. My personal physician is much more familiar with these genetic irregularities. To be honest, I would much feel better back home under her care. Berel: Why don't I talk to her about that. What's her name? Riker: Crusher. Actually, I'm not sure you'll be able to reach her. Berel: Why not? Riker: She's taking a sabbatical. Berel: Well, we'll do the best we can for you. Oh, there was one other thing. We found this curious-looking device in your clothes. What is it? Riker: It's just a toy. I was taking home as a present. Berel: I thought you didn't have any family. Riker: It's for a neighbor's child. Was there anything else found? I had one piece of jewelry, a metal pin. Berel: No, I'm sorry, this was all we found. Nilrem: Genetic irregularities? That thing isn't even the same species as we are. Berel: Keep your voice down. The last thing we need is a panic in here over some Nilrem: It's all the space flights. They have attracted creatures from outer space. Berel: That's exactly the kind of thing I don't want to hear. Tava: What are you going to do? Berel: Of all the medical facilities available, why did he have to end up here? Nilrem: I think we ought to call Central Security. Berel: Well, I'm not calling anybody yet. Not till we've done a lot more. A lot more. I want his story checked out. Run a complete search through the medical library. Be absolutely certain there's never been anything like him. Nilrem: What if there're more of them? They could be everywhere. Berel: Cordon off the wing. I want security on his door twenty nine hours a day, and I want this kept quiet. Voice: Code three drill in B wing. All instructors report immediately. Mirasta: At twelve point four after launch, the warp field generator will be activated. Durken: That's when it would break the light barrier? Mirasta: Yes, Chancellor. If we're successful, the craft will leave our star system, and in a matter of minutes will be on its way to the Garth system. Krola: And then what? Mirasta: And then, Krola, we'll see what's there. Durken: How long, Mirasta? Mirasta: We have the prototype design for the warp engine. It would simply be a matter of building the actual production units. If I get your approval today, ten months, maybe less. Krola: Chancellor, I'll admit Mirasta's enthusiasm for her work is seductive, but perhaps we're moving too fast. Your opponents will see this as another example of your determination to pull us further from our traditional ways. Durken: My opponents look back as I look forward. I cannot believe that my people would choose to retreat after all we've done. Mirasta: I agree. Krola: The people were willing to accept your social reforms because they believe in you, Chancellor. But there are many who say we have gone far enough. All these new ideas, new technology, and now space travel? It confuses them, frightens them. Durken: I will not allow them to remain in the dark ages. The warp program will proceed as you have outlined, Mirasta. And then we will slow down, Krola, to let everyone catch their breath. Including you. Picard: Mirasta Yale? Mirasta: Yes. Troi: Please, don't be alarmed at our appearance. Picard: My name is Jean-Luc Picard. This is my associate Deanna Troi. Mirasta: What are you? Troi: We've come with some important information. Mirasta: About what? Picard: About space. About the universe you are preparing to enter. Troi: We come from a federation of planets. Captain Picard is from a planet called Earth, which is over two thousand light years from here. I'm from another planet called Betazed. Picard: We've been monitoring your progress toward warp-drive capability. When a society reaches your level of technology and is clearly about to initiate warp travel, we feel the time is right for first contact. We prefer meeting like this, rather than a random confrontation in deep space. Troi: We've come to you first because you're a leader in the scientific community. Scientists generally accept our arrival more easily than others. Picard: We almost always encounter shock and fear on this sort of mission. We hope that you will help us facilitate our introduction. Mirasta: Is this a joke? Did Lupo and the others from the lab put you up to this? Picard: It's certainly no joke. As you can see, we are physically quite different from Malcorians. And, with your permission, I'm prepared to prove it to you. Mirasta: I would like that. Picard: Picard to Enterprise. Three to beam up. Mirasta: It's everything I've ever dreamed of. When I was a child, my parents would take me to the planetarium and we would sit in the dark and it was as if I was on a spaceship, on my way to another world to meet people on other planets. Part of me keeps waiting for the lights to come up and the program to end. How did you know about me? Picard: We learn as much as possible about a planet before we make first contact. Troi: One of the things we monitor are your broadcast signals, your journalism, your music, your humor. Try to better understand you as a people. Mirasta: I hate to think how you would judge us based on our popular music and entertainment. Picard: Indeed, we do get an incomplete picture, which is why we also do surface reconnaissance. Mirasta: You've had people on our planet? Troi: For several years. Picard: These are specialists, highly trained observation teams, superficially identical to yourselves and therefore able to blend naturally into your society. You see, we have discovered that the most hazardous aspect of these missions is a lack of sufficient information Mirasta: You don't have to explain. I understand, although not everybody on my planet would. They would think you were trying to infiltrate our society. Picard: There is a difficulty here, one that has forced us to accelerate this entire process. One of our people is missing. My First Officer, Commander William Riker. He was down on the planet surface, coordinating with the observation team the final details of contact. He disappeared. My people have made enquiries but they've not been able to locate him. If there is anything you can help Mirasta: Of course. Where was Riker's last known location? Troi: The capital city. He was under the name of Rivas Jakara, a tourist from the Marta community. Mirasta: We must find him before someone realizes what he really is. If this gets out prematurely, it could seriously complicate matters. Our ideology is based on the assumption that the Malcorian is a supreme lifeform, and our world is the center of the universe. Your arrival will change our entire understanding of life, and some will not want it to change. Picard: What about Durken? Mirasta: Durken. He will be open-minded, but cautious. I strongly suggest that you do not discuss your surveillance teams with him. At least not right away. Picard: But with the disappearance of Commander Riker, wouldn't it be prudent Mirasta: Captain Picard, I must ask you to trust me on this. If you tell the Chancellor about Commander Riker, you will undermine everything that you hope to accomplish here. Durken will assign Krola, our Minister of Security, to find him. Krola has his own political agenda. He will perceive you as the greatest threat that our people have ever known. And he will not hesitate to use Riker to prove that he is correct. Nurse: From another planet, hundreds of them. Nilrem: It doesn't make sense that he's the only one. Think about it. Berel: I thought I said this was to be kept a secret. Tava: You know Nilrem. Berel: Well, it's getting out of control. I don't know what else he is, but he is still a patient in this medical facility and we have a responsibility for his care and recovery. Remind them of that, will you? Tava: You're not going to be able to contain this much longer. Berel: I know. Tava: If people get scared enough, anything could happen Berel: Mister Jakara, we have been unable to confirm anything you told us. No physician named Crusher is on file. Not on this planet. Your address in Marta's an eating establishment. The cook has never heard of Rivas Jakara. Riker: Obviously there's been some misunderstanding. Berel: There's a growing number of people on the other side of that door who believe you are not one of us, Mister Jakara. Riker: Not one of you? Berel: That you are from another planet. Are you, Mister Jakara? Riker: Do you realize what you're saying? Berel: I know how it sounds. I'm not anxious to make a fool of myself. This new era of space flight, it fires the imagination. People see unidentified vessels in the sky that turn out to be weather balloons. Riker: Well, it's far more likely that I am a weather balloon than an alien. Berel: Our medical journals have documented several cases of genetic mutation in recent history. Some unusual physical disfigurations have occurred. Riker: I'm another case for the medical journals, then. Berel: Perhaps. But you, Mister Jakara, are hiding something, and unless you tell me the truth about yourself, this rumor will persist and grow and could even become dangerous. Most especially to you. Male: Chancellor, Minister Yale of the Space Bureau would like to introduce you to someone. Durken: Call her back. See if the Vice-Chancellor will do. Male: They're out here waiting to see you, sir. Durken: All right. Send them in. Durken: Always time to meet your friends, Mirasta. Mirasta: Chancellor, I think you might want to clear your afternoon schedule for this. Picard: And this is the Bridge. Mirasta: Chancellor. Picard: Here we have Environmental and Engineering stations, mission operations, and the two principal science stations. Picard: Data, allow me to introduce Chancellor Avel Durken and Space Administrator Mirasta Yale. Data: Chancellor. Minister. Picard: Commander Data is my Second Officer. Mirasta: He's an android, Chancellor. A constructed being. Durken: A machine? Data: In a manner of speaking. The term artificial lifeform would be more accurate. Durken: Captain Picard, is there someplace we might speak together without distraction? Picard: Certainly. Mirasta: Chancellor, with your permission, I would like to beam to the surface. I have several matters to attend to. Durken: Not a word to anyone about this, Mirasta. Mirasta: Of course. Picard: Mister Data, will you escort the Minister to the transporter room? Chancellor. Mirasta: Has there still been no communication from Commander Riker, Data? Data: No, Minister. He has not returned to our designated transport coordinates. We have continued to scan the capital city without success. Picard: I've been saving this for a special occasion. My brother on Earth produces fruit known as grapes, which he turns into wine. He's really quite good at it. Chancellor, we have a tradition called a toast. It is a drink to salute one's friends and good fortune, and I would like to propose a toast to a new friendship. Durken: We have something very much like this here on Malcor Three. Picard: I think we shall find we have much in common. Durken: And much that is not in common. Picard: An opportunity to learn from one another. Durken: You speak the language of diplomacy very well, Captain. It is a language I appreciate and understand, but I have learned to not always trust it. Picard: Trust requires time and experience. Durken: My world's history has recorded that conquerors often arrived with the words, we are your friends. Picard: We are not here as conquerors, Chancellor. Durken: What do you want? Picard: A beginning. But how we proceed is entirely up to you. Durken: And if my wishes should conflict with yours? Picard: There'll be no conflict. Durken: And if I should tell you to leave and never return to my world? Picard: We will leave and never return. Chancellor, we are here only to help guide you into a new era. I can assure you we will not interfere in the natural development of your planet. That is, in fact, our Prime Directive. Durken: I can infer from that directive that you do not intend to share all this exceptional technology with us. Picard: That is not the whole meaning, but it is part of it. Durken: Is this your way of maintaining superiority? Picard: Chancellor, to instantly transform a society with technology would be harmful and it would be destructive, Durken: You're right, of course. I'm overwhelmed, Captain Picard. I'm quite overwhelmed. I go home each night to a loving wife, two beautiful daughters. We eat the evening meal together as a family, I think that's important. And they always ask me if I've had a good day. Picard: And how shall you answer them tonight, Chancellor? Durken: I will have to say this morning, I was the leader of the universe as I knew it. This afternoon, I am only a voice in a chorus. But I think it was a good day. Lanel: There are guards out there. You'll never escape that way. I'm not afraid of you. Riker: Good. Because there's nothing to be afraid of. Lanel: We shouldn't fear the unknown. We should embrace it. Riker: Can you help me get out of here? Lanel: Are you really an alien? It's all right to tell me. Riker: No, I'm not an alien. Lanel: I don't believe you. You are an alien. Riker: I really have to leave. Lanel: I could divert the guard's attention. You might stand a chance if you took the service exit down the hallway to the right. Riker: To the right? Fine, let's do it. Lanel: Why should I? Riker: Well, you know why. I don't belong here. I have to get back on my ship, in space. Lanel: I believe you. Riker: Now, will you help me? Lanel: If you make love to me. Riker: What? Lanel: I've always wanted to make love with an alien. Riker: Listen, Miss Lanel: Lanel. Riker: Lanel, I really have to get going. All the other aliens are waiting for me. Lanel: Oh, it's not so much to ask, and then I'll help you escape. Riker: It's not that easy. There are differences in the way that my people make love. Lanel: I can't wait to learn. Riker: But it's Lanel: It's your only way out of here, my alien. Lanel: Something's happened to him. I think he's dead. Go on, get some help. Lanel: Okay. No, that way. Riker: Thanks. Lanel: Will I ever see you again? Riker: I'll call you the next time I pass through your star system. Nilrem: Stop him! Somebody stop him! Nurse: Hold it. Voice: He's escaping! The alien's escaping! Berel: Stop it! All of you! Stop it now! Have you all lost your minds? Tava: They've aggravated the injury to his renal organ. He's bleeding internally. Berel: Get him into a surgical cubicle. And call Central Security. This has gone too far. Durken: Their leader, Picard, has made it clear that how we proceed is entirely our own decision. Krola: You cannot possibly be suggesting surrender, Chancellor. Mirasta: They are not hostile. Krola: Mirasta, you are incredibly naive. Can you be so enraptured with the notion of space travelers that you are blind to the threat they represent? Durken: I have seen their vessel, Krola. If they chose to be hostile, I do not think we would be standing here now. Krola: Why should they use force when we are ready to lay down in fear. Durken: I do not lay down in fear, to them or to you, Krola. Krola: Chancellor, I mean no disrespect, but I have repeatedly warned you about your policies, taking us so quickly where we had no business going in the first place. New philosophies, new economics, new technologies. There are many people who still value our traditional way of life and I for one am willing to die to defend it. Mirasta: Open your eyes, Krola. We are part of a greater community. We cannot ignore it. Krola: You would ignore them as they infiltrate and spy on us. Durken: What are you saying, Krola? Krola: We have captured one of their spies. Mirasta: Chancellor, he is Captain Picard's first officer, Commander Riker. Durken: You knew about this, Mirasta? Mirasta: He has been missing for two days. I told Captain Picard not to discuss this because I was afraid this is exactly what would happen. Durken: What else do you know, Mirasta? Everything! Mirasta: They have been on our planet, observing, for several years. Krola: Years! Imagine what they have done. Influenced our young, stirred up dissent. Mirasta: They were collecting information. Durken: Where is this Commander Riker now? Krola: He's in the Sikla Medical facility. He's recovering from surgery. He suffered head injuries in an escape attempt. He will recover consciousness in a few hours. Krola: Will he survive? Berel: I didn't think he would have survived the injuries. Krola: I have to interrogate him before he dies. Berel: At least give him time to regain some strength. Come back tomorrow. Krola: It cannot wait until tomorrow. Mirasta: Krola, we can get help from his ship. With their medical technology, he might recover. Krola: We're not giving him back. He's the one advantage we have now. Use your drugs to revive him. Berel: Those drugs increase cardial rate and vascular pressure. That's the last thing we need to do to him right now. Mirasta: It will probably be enough to kill him. You can't do it! Krola: Revive him. Berel: I'm just a physician, Minister. I don't know much about affairs of state, but he is a living, intelligent being. I don't care if the Chancellor himself calls down here. I have sworn an oath to do no harm, and I will not. Krola: Then I'll find someone to replace you. Picard: Chancellor. Durken: You are punctual, Captain. Picard: I know how busy you are. Durken: Do you? I think you know a great deal more about me than I know about you. Picard: In what respect? Durken: You speak of trust and peace and working together to enter a new era, and at the same time you conduct secret surveillance posing as Malcorians. Picard: Commander Riker? Durken: Commander Riker. Picard: Mirasta said it would be a mistake to discuss this with you. Durken: Yes, she's tried to accept the responsibility. Picard: It was my error, not hers. Chancellor, there is no starship mission more dangerous than that of first contact. We never know what we will face when we open the door on a new world, how we will be greeted, what exactly the dangers will be. Centuries ago, a disastrous contact with the Klingon Empire led to decades of war. It was decided then we would do surveillance before making contact. It was a controversial decision. I believe it prevented more problems than it created. Durken: I can appreciate the logic of your position, Captain. But it would seem a full disklosure after contact would have been in order. Picard: In time there would have been full disklosure. I can only ask you to believe that. On other worlds it would not be an issue. But here, everything our observers reported indicated that the people of this world would almost certainly react negatively to our arrival. We could see that even surveillance might even be interpreted as an act of aggression. I hoped that we would have found Commander Riker before you did so the matter would not complicate our introduction. It was a mistake. Durken: Yes. A mistake I might have made in your place. I rather like it actually. Picard: Like it? Durken: That you make mistakes like any man. Picard: Chancellor, I have made some fine ones in my time. Now, I must ask you, will you release my officer? Durken: We'll talk again later, Captain. Picard: Enterprise, one to beam up. Berel: Yes I understand. Berel: I have been relieved of my duties, as I'm sure you already know. You are Acting Director of the facility, Nilrem. Krola: Revive him. Krola: Leave us. Krola: I am Minister Krola of Internal Security. You are Riker, an alien. Yes, we know. Riker: Please bring my people here. Krola: In time. In time. But first I need to ask you some questions. Mirasta: Thank you for seeing me. Durken: If I did not depend so much on your expertise in space matters, I would have asked for your resignation. Mirasta: I felt I was acting in the best interests of our people, Chancellor. Durken: When you are selected to occupy this office, then you will have the privilege of deciding the best interests of our people. Picard I can excuse, but you, Mirasta, you should have trusted me. Mirasta: Chancellor, we must release Riker to Picard Any hope for a relationship with these people depends on it. Durken: I can't afford to be the idealist you are, Mirasta. Mirasta: Riker Durken: I am prepared to release Riker after we have interrogated him. Mirasta: Are you prepared for him to die, Chancellor? His injuries are extremely serious. A mob at the medical facility almost killed him. Krola has ordered drugs to be used to revive him for questioning, drugs that in his condition would be dangerous for him. Without medical aid from his ship, I believe that Riker will not survive the day. You must tell Picard where he is. Krola: You have lied since the moment of your capture and I believe you are lying now, Commander. Riker: No. We're here on a mission of peace. Krola: Such noble creatures. Why do peaceful people develop such lethal weapons? Or do you still insist it's just a toy? Krola: An interesting toy, to be sure. Riker: It's only used for defense. Krola: Perhaps, like many conquerors, you believe your goals to be benevolent. I cannot. For however you would describe your intentions, you still represent the end to my way of life. I cannot permit that to occur. Eventually, Durken would choose to welcome your people with arms open and eyes closed. I must force him down another path. Krola: When they find us, I will be dead, killed by your weapon. The lines will be drawn. A peaceful accord will no longer be an option. Riker: No. Krola: For my people. Tava: What happened? Nilrem: He shot him. The alien shot Krola. Tava: Get me three octares of adrulmine, high frequency EM charge unit now! Nilrem: I have a circulation pattern. It's very weak. We have to get him on vital buffers right now Crusher: I'm a physician, don't be frightened. I need to know what happened. Are you doctors? Tava: Yes. He shot him. Nilrem: With that thing. Crusher: Crusher to Picard. Picard: Go ahead, Doctor. Crusher: Commander Riker is near death. Crusher: But there's still some brain activity. I need to get him back to the ship. Picard: Acknowledged. Crusher: And there's a Malconian male with a phaser wound in his upper chest. I need to get him back as well. Picard: We'll meet you on the Enterprise. Picard out. Crusher: They're both going to be okay. We were able to stabilize Will. If we had been any later Durken: Krola? Crusher: He was never in any real danger. The phaser was on stun. Mirasta: Stun? Picard: It's a defensive weapon. Have you been able to ascertain what happened? Crusher: Based on the angle of impact, it suggests that Krola's left hand was on the phaser when it went off, Durken: They were struggling for the weapon? Crusher: Commander Riker was in no position to offer any kind of struggle, Chancellor. Mirasta: Krola was trying to be a martyr? Krola: Where is this? Durken: You're aboard the starship, my foolish old friend. Krola: No. Chancellor, you must not. You must not pursue relations with them. You must not. Durken: I know. I know. Mirasta: But Chancellor Durken: Mirasta, it goes against every instinct in my being. My people are not ready to accept what you represent. Everything that happened in the hospital proves it. And Krola is the best evidence of all. We must slow down and allow all those like him to join us in the present before we can move into the future. Mirasta: But when we encounter other beings in space, our people must be ready. Durken: The warp program will have to be delayed. We will divert more resources to education and social development to prepare for the day when we are ready. Mirasta: Chancellor, I strongly disagree. Durken: I know. Captain, you once said if I ask you to leave, you would without hesitation. I'm afraid I must ask you to do just that. Picard: Well, it's your decision, Chancellor. But I must say, I regret that I won't have the opportunity of knowing your people better. Durken: We're a good people, Captain. A society with much potential. Once we cross the threshold of space, we will have to give up this self-importance, this conceit that we are the center of the universe. But this is not the time for that. For now, we will have to enjoy that sweet innocence. Picard: How will you keep us a secret when so many have seen and heard so much? Durken: The stories will be told for many years, I have no doubt. Of the ship that made contact, of an alien who was held prisoner in the medical facility. There'll be charges of a government conspiracy. Some of the witnesses will tell their tales and most people will laugh at them, and go back and watch more interesting fiction of the daily broadcasts. It will pass. Mirasta: I'm sorry to say he's probably right. Captain Picard, I have one last request. Take me with you. Durken: She will be unhappy with the restrictions I must place on her at home, Captain. Picard: We may not be back here in your lifetime. And I have to believe that you cannot be fully prepared for the realities of space travel. Mirasta: I have been prepared for the realities of space since I was nine years old, and sitting in a planetarium. Picard: Mister Worf to my Ready room. Picard: Escort Chancellor Durken to the transporter room, Lieutenant. And assign quarters to Minister Yale. She will be remaining on board. Worf: Aye, sir. Picard: Until we return, then. Durken: With luck, we'll both be around to renew our friendship, Captain.

Scene: Captain's Log, Stardate 44614.6. We are approaching Starbase three one three, where we will pick up a shipment of scientific equipment for transport to a Federation outpost in the Guernica System. During the journey we will be hosting a special guest. Picard: Come. Laforge: You wanted to see me, Captain? Picard: Yes, Mister La Forge. It seems that the exemplary nature of your work has caught the attention of Starfleet Command. In fact, someone is coming on board just to see the engine modifications you've made. Laforge: Who, Captain? Picard: The Senior Design Engineer of the Theoretical Propulsion Group. Doctor Leah Brahms. Laforge: Leah is coming here? This is terrific. Picard: It is? Laforge: Well, I mean, I've studied her schematics for years. She was responsible for a lot of the engine design on the Enterprise. Picard: Well, it should be a very enjoyable visit, then. She'll be transporting on board as soon as we reach the Starbase. Would you like to greet her on our behalf? Laforge: I would love to, Captain. Thank you. Guinan: If you keep picking at that uniform you'll wear it out. Laforge: I guess I am a little nervous. It's not every day a man comes face to face with his dream. Guinan: What? Laforge: You remember about a year ago when we were caught in that booby trap the Menthars set? Okay. While we were trying to get out of it, I went down to the holodeck to study an engine prototype that was made when the Enterprise was first designed. And the computer, well, it gave me an image of the engine but it also created this hologram of the designer. Doctor Leah Brahms. Guinan: So you met a computer-simulated female. Laforge: Yeah, but not an ordinary computer-simulated female. I mean, she was brilliant, of course, but warm, you know? Friendly. It' was like we worked as one. I would start a sentences, she'd finish it. What I didn't think of, she did. It was just so comfortable. Okay, I know it was just a holographic image but the computer was able to incorporate personality traits from her Starfleet record. Guinan: You know, Geordi, everybody falls in love with a fantasy every now and then. Laforge: No, no, Guinan, see, you've got it all wrong. I'm not necessarily expecting anything romantic here. It's just I know whatever, Leah Brahms and I are going to be good friends. Crewwoman: Doctor Brahms is ready to transport, sir. Laforge: Okay, bring her over. Laforge: Hi. I mean, welcome aboard, Doctor Brahms. I'm Lieutenant Commander Geordi La Forge, Chief Engineer. Leah: La Forge. So you're the one who's fouled up my engine designs. Leah: The matter-antimatter ratio has been changed. The mixture isn't as rich as regulations dictate. Laforge: Experience has shown me that too high a ratio diminishes efficiency. I worked with the mixture until I got the right balance. Leah: The magnetic plasma transfer to the warp field generators doesn't correspond to the recommended specs. Laforge: Right. Again, I adjusted the flow. Sometimes things happen a little differently here is space than they do on the drawing board. Leah: Is that a criticism, Commander? Laforge: No, of course not. It's just a well known fact. There's theory and there's application. They don't always jibe. Leah: You've charted a completely new swap-out schedule for main components replacement. Laforge: You bet. I found the Starfleet estimates for the MTBF units to be unrealistic. I simply determined my own schedule based on observation and experience. Leah: Is that going to be your only defense, Commander, that same tired rhetoric? Out here in the field we learn things you designers couldn't possibly understand. Laforge: In the first place, Doctor, I'm not aware of needing any defense. And in the second place, if you're determined to be. Crewwoman: Doctor Brahms, you have an incoming message on subspace. Leah: I'd like to hear this message privately. Laforge: In my office. Be my guest. Leah: Thank you. Data: Commander, I am picking up some unusual readings from the Alpha Omicron system. At this range, all I am able to diskern is that it is an asymmetrical field of intense energy. Riker: What type of radiation signature? Data: Unknown, sir. The Alpha Omicron system is yet to be charted. I recommend we take this opportunity for further research. Riker: Well, we're way ahead of schedule. Alter course for Alpha Omicron. Laforge: Doctor Brahms, there's no reason for us to argue. We're on the same side here. Leah: I'm aware of that. Laforge: So, why don't I take you on a little tour, show you the adjustments I've made, why I think they work and we can begin pulling together on this? Okay. Then why not start with the dilithium chamber. Okay? Leah: Okay. Data: The anomaly is orbiting the seventh planet, sir. It is a mass of plasma energy contained within discrete boundaries by an outer covering of silicates, actinides, and carbonaceous chondrites. Picard: On screen. Magnify. Is it a ship? Worf: It does not conform to any known design. Riker: Any records of similar phenomena in Starfleet listings? Data: None, sir. This has never been seen before. Picard: Ensign Rager, ahead one quarter impulse. Rager: Aye, sir. Picard: Put us in orbit of the seventh planet. Keep us at a relative distance of ten kilometers from the object. Riker: Alert science stations to standby. Tell them to coordinate all efforts with Commander Data. Worf: Aye, sir. Leah: What happened here? Who did this? Laforge: You remember, the crystal's been reoriented to adjust the direction of the lattice structure. Leah: Remember? Why would I remember? Laforge: Right, why would you? Well, the ship was experiencing some difficulty, and we made this adjustment hoping that it would work, and it did. Leah: So it was your idea? Laforge: Not exclusively, no. Leah: It's curious. this modification was due to be introduced. Laforge: In the next class starship. Leah: Yes. How did you know? Laforge: I didn't. I mean, well, it's the next logical step, right? Listen, Doctor, sometimes we have to fly by the seat of our pants out here so it stands to reason that once in a while we're going to come up with the same solutions you do. Listen. I've got a personnel review scheduled to start in about five minutes, and I know it's been a long day for you. So, why don't we get together later? Sort of plan our agenda for the next day or two? Leah: Agenda? Laforge: What it is we want to accomplish here, how we might best go about that, maybe even get to know each other a little bit. It might make this easier. Leah: Maybe you're right. Laforge: Okay, great. How about my quarters. Nineteen hundred hours? Maybe even have a bite to eat? I make a great fungilli. Leah: I love fungilli. Laforge: Is that right? Data: Sensors are having difficulty penetrating the interior. However, the radiated output suggests a coherent system of energy storage and utilization. Riker: Then it was constructed by someone? Data: It is a possibility. However, the sensor data gathered thus far suggests a naturally occurring phenomenon with biological properties. Picard: A life form. Data: Yes, Captain. Riker: Mister Worf, begin compiling readings for transmission to Starfleet Headquarters. Mister Data, prepare to launch three level-five probes. Ensign, aft thrusters. Standard observation posture. Data: Level-five probe sequence ready for launch, Commander. On your mark. Riker: Stand by, Mister Data. Data: Aye, sir. Picard: What would it be like, Counselor? No ship, no bulky spacesuit. Just to live between the stars, have the entire galaxy as a home. Worf: Captain, we are being probed. Recommend we raise shields. Picard: Negative, Mister Worf. If we are curious about it, it has a perfect right to be curious about us. Data: Change in readings, sir. The life form has increased its energy output by fifty percent. Worf: It is moving toward us. Picard: Reverse course, Ensign, three hundred kph. Rager: Aye, sir. Picard: Easy, we don't want to alarm or provoke it. Data: We are caught in an energy damping field, sir. Picard: Raise shields. Worf: No effect, Captain. Picard: Reverse power, full impulse. Rager: Impulse engines at full power. Data: No change in position. Riker: Red alert! Picard: Mister La Forge, prepare to initiate warp drive. Laforge: Sorry, Captain. There's too much interference to form a warp field. Computer: Warning. Radiation levels at sixty five millirads per minute and rising. Riker: Riker to Doctor Crusher. Crusher: Go ahead, Commander. Riker: All decks prepare for radiation protocol. Crusher: Acknowledged. Crusher out. Computer: Warning. Radiation levels at three hundred millirads per minute and rising. Lethal exposure in one minute. Picard: Mister Worf, ready phasers. Minimum power. Worf: Ready. Picard: Fire. Data: Radiation levels dropping back to normal, Captain. Energy patterns are breaking down, sir. The radiation signature is no longer stable. Data: Energy output is negligible, sir. Radiation patterns no longer coherent. I believe it is dead, sir. Picard: We're out here to explore, to make contact with other life forms, to establish peaceful relations but not to interfere. And absolutely not to destroy. And yet look what we have just done. Troi: Captain, everything you did was consistent with established Starfleet procedures. Picard: Number One, you have the Bridge. Data: Captain, sensors are picking up a new energy reading from the life form. Picard: Elaborate, Data. Data: There is a new concentration of ionizing radiation growing in the center of its body. Picard: Then, perhaps it's still alive. Laforge: Okay. Computer, subdued lighting. No, that's too much. I don't want it dark, I want it cozy. Computer: Please state your request in precise candlepower. Laforge: See, it's not a matter of precision, computer, it's a matter of mood. Brighter than this. More. More. A little more. Hold. Right there. Perfect. Now, some music. Maybe a little soft jazz. No, that's not right. Let me think here. Oh, I got it! Some Brahms! A piano etude. Nah, that's too corny. Probably everybody thinks of that. Computer, just give me some guitar. Classical guitar. Doesn't matter who. Yes, thank you. Laforge: Come on in. Leah: Oh, you've changed. Laforge: Yeah. The uniforms are so formal. Leah: You're less formal than any Starfleet officer I've ever met, Commander. Laforge: Am I? I really just wanted to make you feel more comfortable. Leah: I'm fine. Thank you. Laforge: I'm sorry. Come in and have a seat. Can I get you a drink? Leah: No, thank you. Laforge: You sure? You know, your hair, it's different. Leah: Different than a few hours ago? Laforge: No, I mean it's different than I expected. Different from your Starfleet records. Leah: Oh. Yes, I used to wear it up. Laforge: Yeah. Leah: Why would you need to see my personnel file? Laforge: Standard procedure when guests come on board. Protocol. I mean, it was nothing specific, actually. Just, you know. Leah: Commander La Forge, if I seem to be somewhat unyielding in my views, it's because I care so very much about my work. Laforge: Oh, I know. Leah: To be honest, people find me cold, cerebral, lacking in humor. Laforge: But they're wrong, I assure you. Leah: Well, I try not to be that way, but when it comes to my designs, my engines, especially the ones on the Enterprise. Laforge: It's like they're your children. Leah: Yes. Exactly. Laforge: So naturally you're a little possessive about them. Leah: You understand that? Laforge: Yes, I do. You see, I feel the same way. Leah: That's amazing. I don't think anyone has ever. Sometimes I feel more comfortable with engine schematics than people. Laforge: Well, maybe you just haven't met the right people. You hungry? I'm hungry. Why don't I just start dinner, okay? Leah: Commander. Laforge: Please, call me Geordi. Leah: I'm sorry, I hope that I didn't put you to a lot of trouble but I can't stay. Laforge: You can't? Leah: I just don't think that it's appropriate. Laforge: Oh. Leah: I'll meet with you at oh eight hundred tomorrow. I'm preparing a list of diskrepancies that I've identified in your modifications. I hope, now that we've reached an understanding that you'll be prepared to discuss them with me in a more objective fashion. Laforge: Sure. Fine. Leah: Thank you. Goodnight, Commander. Laforge: Goodnight. Data: This new concentration of energy was detected only after the surrounding material became inert. Riker: Could this be some sort of tissue regeneration? Data: The radiation signature is similar to the original pattern, but with significant differences. Picard: Some kind of reaction to our phaser fire, perhaps. Data: I believe it is separate and self-contained within the body of the dead life form. Riker: Another entity. Data: Yes, sir. It appears to be a smaller, less developed version of the original creature. Picard: No wonder it attacked us. It was about to give birth. Picard: Doctor. Crusher: It's dangerous to generalize about new life forms, but based on my experience with other beings who bear their young in this manner, I'd say that the offspring is still premature. Otherwise, it would be able to break through the outer body shell of the parent. Picard: Will this creature be able to survive on its own without the parent? Crusher: There's no way to tell. We don't have enough information about the bio-functions of the adult, much less the child. Troi: Is there something we can do to help? Crusher: If we were in Sickbay, I'd try a Cesarean section. The first priority is to free it from the body of the parent. Riker: We could use our phasers as a scalpel. Crusher: Yes, that might work. Worf: I advise against this, Captain. The parent proved to be a threat to the ship. We do not know how the offspring will react. Picard: Your objection is noted, Mister Worf, but we are directly responsible for the death of the parent. We cannot simply wash our hands of it now. Doctor, we will proceed at your diskretion. Leah: Good morning. Laforge: Good morning. Leah: The first thing I'd like to do is inspect the power transfer conduits. Laforge: You realize the only way to inspect them is to crawl inside. Leah: I designed them, Commander. I know what's involved. Laforge: Here we go. Power taps. Watch yourself. Leah: The acoustic signature doesn't sound right. Laforge: You're probably the only other person in the galaxy who could pick that up. Leah: What's causing it? Laforge: It's right up here. Leah: I've never seen anything like this before. What is it? Laforge: It's a mid-range phase adjuster. Puts the plasma back into phase after inertial distortion. Leah: This has never been done before. I don't even think this has ever been conceived of before. You should write a scientific paper. Laforge: Uh-uh, Doctor, no. Writing is not one of my strong suits. Leah: But this kind of refinement should be shared, and you deserve the credit for it. Laforge: Well, maybe we could collaborate. Writing is one of your strong points. Leah: Commander La Forge, ever since I came on board, there seems to be something a little peculiar about your attitude. You seem to know things about me, even though we've never met. Laforge: Well, to tell you the truth, I've studied you. Your writings, your Starfleet file. I've admired you. You know, your work. Leah: Well, I'm flattered, but. Laforge: And, well, I really, I really wanted to meet you for a long time, And I'd like to think that we could become friends. Maybe good friends. Leah: I thought you knew. I mean, you know everything else about me, but Commander, if I'm hearing what I think I'm hearing, then you should know that I'm married. Crusher: Set phaser power to three percent, narrow beam. Worf: Three percent. Crusher: All right, here we go. Data: The first incision is complete. Crusher: Ideally the offspring should now be able to push through the outer shell of the parent by itself. Riker: I think it needs a little more help. Crusher: We've done all we can. I don't want to risk hitting the offspring by accident. Troi: Come on. You can do it. Crusher: Captain, I'd like to announce the birth of a large baby something. Picard: Well done, Doctor. Well done. Laforge: How could it have been so far off? It was based on every piece of information on record about Leah Brahms. Okay, with an admitted margin for error. but this is an error that's a light year wide. Guinan: Not what you hoped for, huh? Laforge: Hoped? Guinan, the woman is about as friendly as a Circassian plague cat, only cares about her work, hates what I've done to her engines, and to top it off she's married. Computer never even told me she was married. Guinan: Computer glitch? Laforge: Must have been. Guinan: Maybe it was your old visor. Laforge: What are you talking about? Guinan: The one you wore when you were on the holodeck with her. Laforge: Guinan, it's the same visor. Guinan: Really? Oh, I figured it was probably the one that lets you see what you want to see. Laforge: What's that supposed to mean? Guinan: You saw exactly what you wanted to see in the holodeck. Sure, the computer made it look like her, gave it personality, but when it came to the relationship. La Forge, you filled in the blanks. And you had a perfectly wonderful, marvelous little fantasy. until the real Leah showed up and ruined it. She's probably done the most horrific thing one person can do to another, not live up to your expectations. So I'd take a good, hard, long look at her, La Forge. See her for who she is, not for what you want her to be. Data: The life form's patterns are stable, Captain. It seems able to withstand the solar radiation. Picard: Good. Ensign, set course for the Guernica system. Rager: Aye, sir. Riker: We're not staying? Picard: No, Number One. We've done all we can to help. Now it's time to move on. This creature can continue its existence without any further interference from us. Riker: It might be wise to put some distance between us before we initiate warp drive. Picard: Very well. Five hundred kph. Ensign. Engage. Worf: Captain, it is following us. Maintaining a distance of four kilometers, directly astern. Picard: Seventeen degrees to port, Ensign. Rager: Aye, sir. Worf: It is turning with us, sir. Riker: Increase to half impulse. Worf: It is matching our velocity. Troi: It's imprinted on us. It thinks the Enterprise is its mother. Data: A change in energy readings, sir. I am reading an internal buildup of gamma particles in Worf: Its velocity is increasing. It is moving directly toward the ship. Picard: Evasive maneuvers, full. Riker: Report. Worf: Minor damage. Data: The creature is now in direct contact with the hull, sir. Picard: On screen. Picard: Mister Data? Data: Sir, the life form is draining energy directly from the fusion reactors. Troi: It's feeding off the energy of the Enterprise as it would from its mother. Worf: What action should we take, sir? Picard: None, Lieutenant. None at all. Picard: Captain's log, supplemental. Since the newborn has attached itself to the hull, it has been making greater and greater demands on the ship's energy, but we have been able to stabilize our power systems temporarily. Picard: How long before the power drain becomes critical, Mister La Forge? Laforge: If it continues to increase at the current rate, six, maybe seven hours. Leah: We may be able to modify the engine to extend that a little longer, Captain. Picard: Your help would be appreciated, Doctor. Laforge: By then, Junior may not need us any more. Picard: Mister Data, is there any way to determine what the destination of the parent might have been? Data: I can attempt to extrapolate from the heading it was on when we encountered it, sir. Crusher: Perhaps it was its way to a safe and supportive environment for its newborn. Picard: We might be able to deliver it to the same destination. Riker: Which brings up the question of how do we get Junior off the hull once we get there. Leah: It's almost completely covering the door of shuttlebay two. If we open the door and deactivate the atmospheric force field. Laforge: the pressure from inside the ship might push it away from the hull. Picard: Make it so. Data: Sir, is the appellation Junior to be the life form's official name? Picard: No, it is not. Leah: We can save a lot of energy just by improving engine efficiency. Laforge: We've run into similar problems before. That's actually why I reoriented the dilithium crystal. Leah: And why you added the mid-range phase adjusters? Laforge: Right. Leah: Commander it seems that you've made a lot more modifications than I'm aware of. Do you have a file on all the work you've done? Laforge: It's in the computer. Picard: Picard to La Forge. Laforge: La Forge here. Picard: Commander, I need to see you on the Bridge. Laforge: On my way, Captain. You go on ahead, Doctor. Ensign Palvik can show you the file on the engine modifications. Leah: Phase coils upgraded to fifty five field densities. Plasma inducers interlinked with generator. Ensign, would there be any other files with data on the original engine specifications? Pavlik: I believe so, Doctor. Leah: This file utilizes the prototype engine schematic. Pavlik: It's a holographic program, set in the drafting room at Utopia Planitia. Leah: I'll run it on holodeck three. Leah: Computer replay program nine one four zero. Engine schematic at Utopia Planitia. Computer: Program loaded and ready. Laforge: She went where? Pavlik: Holodeck three, sir. I didn't think there was anything wrong with her seeing the file. Laforge: Of course not. Nothing at all. Holo Leah: I'm with you every day, Geordi. Every time you look at this engine, you're looking at me. Every time you touch it, it's me. Laforge: Computer, freeze program. Leah: Now I understand. Laforge: No, you don't. It's not the way this may look. Leah: I called up a replay of the program file. I was all ready to compliment you again, Commander, for constructing a program which contained the prototype engine so that you would always have a baseline reference for your modifications. And now I find that it's all about a fantasy plaything. Laforge: It's not like that, I swear. Leah: I'm outraged by this. I have been invaded. Violated. How dare you use me like this? How far did it go, anyway? Was it good for you? Laforge: Nothing like that happened. It was a professional collaboration. Leah: Oh, I can tell. Every time you're touching the engine you're touching me. Real professional. Laforge: Look, if you watched the whole program, you saw what it was. We were working together to solve a problem in a crisis situation. Leah: How do I know how far it went? How many other programs did you create? Perhaps dozens of them, one for every day of the week, one for every mood. Laforge: All right, look. Ever since you came on board, you've been badgering me and I've taken it. I've shown you courtesy, and respect, and a hell of a lot of patience. Oh, no, no, no, wait a minute. I've tried to understand you. I've tried to get along with you. And in return, you've accused, tried and convicted me without bothering to hear my side of it. So, I'm guilty, okay? But not of what you think. Of something much worse. I'm guilty of reaching out to you, of hoping we could connect. I'm guilty of a terrible crime, Doctor. I offered you friendship. Worf: Captain, its total volume has increased by eight point five percent in the last three hours. I now read it at forty six million cubic meters. Data: Captain, I have completed the analysis of the parent's course through this system. Riker: It was headed for an asteroid belt. Picard: Ensign Rager, set course two five nine mark three one eight, half impulse. Rager: Aye, sir. Picard: Hold a position five hundred kilometers from the periphery of the asteroid field. Rager: Aye, sir. Worf: Difficulty getting a clear sensor reading beyond four thousand kilometers. Data: The asteroids contain large quantities of meklonite, which is interfering with our scanners. I am also detecting traces of kephneum, a compound found in the outer shell of the parent being. It is likely the asteroids provide sustenance for this lifeform, sir. Riker: We could leave the child here. If Data's right, it would have an ample supply of food. Picard: Agreed. Mister La Forge, are you ready to separate our guest from the hull? Laforge: Ready, Captain. Picard: Proceed. Laforge: I am deactivating the atmospheric force field now. Picard: Engineering, report. Pavlik: Power drain just jumped to ninety three percent, sir. Data: Captain, the offspring is emitting high frequency radio transmissions. Riker: Is it trying to communicate? Pavlik: The power drain is increasing, Approaching auto-shutdown. Riker: Take the engines offline. Supplement with auxiliary power only. All decks go to emergency level seven. Life support and critical operations only. Picard: Mister La Forge, what is your status? Laforge: Sorry, Captain. Laforge: The bay's been completely depressurized, but it's still hanging on. Data: I am detecting other radio transmissions, Captain. Worf: Sensors detect movement within the asteroid field. Bearing two five seven mark one six one. Picard: On screen. Magnify. Data: At their current speed, sir, the entities will intercept us in ten minutes, thirty one seconds. Riker: Weapons status? Worf: Auxiliary power only. Two seconds phaser fire available. Laforge: Ensign, power readings. Pavlik: We're on auxiliary generators. life support is functioning, that's about all. Laforge: Keep your eye on that generator console. We've got less than six minutes to get that baby off our back before his relatives get here. Whatever we try, Junior responds by sucking up more energy. Leah: Commander, I have a thought. If you're interested. Laforge: Of course. What is it? Leah: If the baby is nursing, perhaps what we need is to find a way to sour the milk. If we could contaminate the energy he's feeding on, we could try to Laforge: make it unpalatable somehow. But the emergency generators are all we've got. Leah: And how do we modify them without losing life support? Laforge: Exactly. Unless. Leah: What? Laforge: Well. this is a space baby, right? I mean, these creatures are born, live, and die in interstellar space. Leah: Apparently. Laforge: Okay. All matter in space vibrates in a specific radiation band. Leah: Twenty one centimeters. That's good, Commander, that's very good. If we could alter the power frequency so that it's completely foreign to the life form's natural vibrations Laforge: It might just give us enough to pour a little vinegar in baby's milk. Leah: We have to be careful, though. If we upset it this time, we might lose auxiliary power too. Laforge: If we're gradual enough it won't be such a shock. Hopefully it'll just lose interest. La Forge to Bridge. Picard: Go ahead. Laforge: Captain, Doctor Brahms and I have a plan. Worf: Two minutes until the creatures intercept, Captain. Laforge: Captain, we're ready down here. Picard: Proceed. Laforge: Lowering wavelength in the energy system now. Leah: Reading eighteen, fifteen thirteen, eleven, eight, five, three. Now at the two centimeter level. Laforge: Any reaction, Bridge? Data: Negative. I detect no reduction in the life form's rate of energy consumption. Worf: One minute thirty seconds to intercept. Laforge: Okay not sour enough. Leah, take it down further. Leah: Reading one, point eight, point four Leah: Point two. Laforge: I guess it noticed what we're doing. Data: The lifeform is emitting its high frequency transmission. Energy consumption is rising, sir. Worf: Captain, the creatures are accelerating their approach. They are changing color. Picard: Mister La Forge. Laforge: Captain. Laforge: Just a little more time. Leah, nudge it down even further, toward point oh two. Worf: Thirty seconds to intercept. Leah: Point oh eight. Leah: Oh five, oh three. Leah: Now at point oh two centimeters. Data: Auxiliary generators losing power, Captain. Data: The entity has disengaged, sir. Power levels are returning to normal, Captain. Riker: Bring the engines online and take us out of here. Rager: Aye, sir. Picard: Mister La Forge, Doctor Brahms, congratulations. You've weaned the baby. Laforge: Good work. Leah: You, too. Laforge: Yeah, I admit it. I did get a little attached to that lady in the holodeck. Leah: The computer never told you that I was married? Laforge: I never asked. And the computer is notorious for not volunteering information. Leah: You know, I really owe you an apology. Laforge: No, you don't. I should have told you straight out. Leah: Well if you had, then I never would've got a chance to see the look on your face when you walked in on me and me in the holodeck. Laforge: The look on my face? How about the look on your face? I will remember that for a long, long time. Leah: I wouldn't change a thing. Except for the way I behaved. I guess I came here with my own set of preconceptions about you. Laforge: Well, I guess I'm just glad that I got the opportunity to get to know you. The real you. Leah: Me, too. Worf: Worf to La Forge. There is an incoming message on subspace for Doctor Brahms. Laforge: Acknowledged, Worf. La Forge out. Leah: My husband.

Picard: Captain's log, Stardate 44631.2. We are proceeding through the rim of an uncharted binary star system, where we may have located the USS Brittain. The missing science vessel failed to arrive at its destination and has not been heard from since a distress call twenty nine days ago. Picard: On screen. Magnify. Riker: That's the Brittain, all right. Data: The ship is intact, sir, with no indication of structural damage. Riker: Engines? Data: All propulsion systems are shut down. The ship is drifting, sir. Picard: Life form readings? Data: Inconclusive. Picard: Counselor? Troi: There is life on board, but Picard: What is it? Troi: I don't know. Something Picard: Number One, assemble your team. Riker: Doctor Crusher, report to Transporter room three. Worf. Data. Troi: Commander, I need to come too. Data: There is no malfunction in any of the main systems, sir. Worf: Commander. Here's another one. This was done by a phaser on a setting of six or seven. Riker: And more over here. Crusher: The entire Bridge crew. Riker: Whoever did this could still be on the ship. Troi: There is someone alive, but he didn't kill these people. Here. Troi: I think he's Betazoid. It's all right. We're going to help you. Who did this? Who did this to you? Crusher: We're almost finished with the autopsies, Captain. Picard: How long will it take to compile the data? Crusher: It's complicated. The dead were found all over the ship. Some were found locked in their rooms, barricaded, with weapons piled all around them. Others were found in the corridors where they'd obviously had hand to hand combat. It's going to take some time to analyze and sort through the details. We've identified him as Andrus Hagan, from Betazed, scientific advisor. He's in a profound catatonic state. Troi: I'm not getting much, Captain. A few words, disconnected phrases. I can feel his terror but I can't seem to get through to him. Picard: Stay with him, Counselor. We're examining the Brittain for clues, but this man is the only one left who knows what happened there. Troi: I'm here. I'm right here. Hagan: Are there voices? Troi: Voices? What do they say? Hagan: Both things. No. No. Troi: Keep talking to me. I'll try to understand. Laforge: All the engines check out perfectly, Commander. Once we get them started, the Brittain can get back to Starbase under her own power. Riker: Let's give it a try. Laforge: Pre-heating injectors. Data, fuel flow? Data: Matter valves are open and operating. Magnetic containment of antimatter pods is constant. Laforge: Okay, open injectors. Data: Injectors open. There is no engine activity at all, sir. Riker: What's wrong? Laforge: Nothing's wrong. I don't understand it. Picard: Come. Crusher: I've been studying the autopsy reports. The conclusion is appallling. There was no outside source, no alien presence. All thirty four of them appear to have killed each other. Picard: What could have caused such an event? Drugs? A virus? Poison? Crusher: Toxicological tests showed no unusual substances in their systems, and they all appear to be in good health. But for whatever reason, they seemed to turn against each other, using phasers and knives and bare hands. I'd like you to see this, Captain. It's from the logs of the Brittain. Captain Zaheva's mental condition deteriorated steadily once they'd became stranded. She began talking of plots and mutinies. This was the last entry log, made after they had been adrift for over three weeks. Zaheva: First Officer Brink and his men were behind it. They got to the engines. They don't work anymore. Had to eliminate Brink. the ship is out of, out of, we're running out. Too dangerous! Out of Brink! And his men! Voice: Eyes in the dark. One moon. Troi: Where are you? I'm coming. Where are you? Voice: Eyes in the dark. One moon. Eyes in the dark. One moon circles. See the eyes in the dark. One moon. Troi: Where are you? Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44635.8. Four days have passed, but we have made little progress in solving the mystery of the Brittain. I have decided we should return to Starbase two twenty, and to that end, Commander La Forge is rigging the Brittain for towing. Laforge: I'm going to try re-calibrating the field generators. I still don't see why we can't get the engines started. It just doesn't make any sense. Peeples: Someone's still here. Laforge: What did you say, Ensign? Peeples: Can't you hear it? There's someone still alive on the ship! I heard, I mean, I thought I heard something. Laforge: The ship was searched thoroughly. There's nobody left on board. Peeples: Sorry, sir. My mistake. Laforge: Don't worry about it. There were thirty four people were found dead on this ship. That's enough to make anybody uneasy. Peeples: Thank you, sir. Troi: I'm here. Can you hear me? Tell me about the voices you hear. Hagan: Bright. Bright out there. Troi: I don't understand. Bright what? Tell me more. Keiko: Boy, what a day this was. I'm doing an isozyme study on some populations of Cardilia but they're turning out to have these really weird polymorphisms. What a headache! O'Brien: Is that why you're late? Keiko: Oh, no, I had a conference with Doctor Balthus. She wants to do a study on the laticifer ontogeny of the Kaladian Thorn Flower, but I don't have time to oversee another project. O'Brien: Was Tom Corbin there? Keiko: What? O'Brien: Tom Corbin from the science lab. Remember him? Keiko: Of course I remember him, but O'Brien: You use any excuse you can to pay him a visit. Keiko: Miles, what are you saying? O'Brien: I think you know exactly what I'm saying. Keiko: If I didn't know better, I'd say you were jealous. O'Brien: Do you take me for a fool? Gillespie: Hello, Chief. Having coffee? O'Brien: No, I'm drinking too much coffee. Gillespie: I'm surprised to see you here at this hour. O'Brien: Why's that? Gillespie: You're not out of the honeymoon yet. Usually newlyweds can't keep their hands off each other. O'Brien: She has work to do. She heads up the plant biology lab, you know. Gillespie: Any strange things going on down there? O'Brien: Like what? Gillespie: I've been hearing things. Kenicki in Engineering told me he saw a man in an old Starfleet uniform riding the lift near the engine core. When the lift got to the top, there was no one on it. O'Brien: Ghost stories. Gillespie: There's more, there's lots more. There are strange things happening on this ship, O'Brien. O'Brien: I'm surprised at you, Gillespie. A Starfleet officer. I have more things to worry about than shades and spirits. Picard: Come. Picard: Come. Picard: Yes, yes. Picard: Come. Picard: What? Crusher: Captain, do you have a moment? Troi: We're concerned. We're afraid whatever happened on the Brittain may be starting here. Picard: Explain. Troi: Well, Beverly and I have been getting unusual reports. People behaving strangely, others hearing sounds that aren't there. Picard: Are we talking about hallucinations? Crusher: In some cases. In others just erratic behavior. Troi: We can't track down any element that might be responsible. Picard: But everything started when we found the Brittain? Crusher: Yes. Captain, we have to get the Enterprise away from here before it gets any worse. Picard: We're preparing to take the Brittain in tow. We'll be on our way within the hour. Picard: Ensign, maneuver us into tractor beam range. Rager: Aye, sir. Data: Is there a problem, Ensign? Rager: I can't seem to remember how to enter the coordinates, sir. Riker: Ensign Lin. Data: Ready now, Captain. Picard: Report to Sickbay, Ensign Rager. Picard: Ready tractor beam, Mister Worf. Data: Captain, thrusters are losing power. Picard: Impulse engines. Ahead, minimum power. Lin: Impulse engines are not responding, sir. Riker: Geordi, what's going on down there? Laforge: I don't know, sir. Nothing's responding. Picard: Go to warp engines, factor one. Engage. Laforge: Captain Laforge: We don't have warp drive either. Picard: We have no functional propulsion systems? Data: No, sir. Apparently we do not. Lin: We're adrift. Riker: Just like the Brittain. Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44639.9. The Enterprise has now been adrift for a total of ten days. We have sent subspace distress calls, but because of our distant location, we cannot expect a response for at least another two weeks. Data: After analyzing the sensor logs of the Brittain and the Enterprise, as well as the data from the last series of probes, I conclude that we have become trapped in a massive rupture in space, into which energy is absorbed. Picard: You mean a Tyken's rift. Crusher: A what? Data: A rare anomaly named after Bela Tyken, the Melthusian captain who first encountered it. Laforge: Tyken's rift. That would explain why we don't have engine power. Data: The ship's energy is being drained into the fissure before we can utilize it. Worf: I was detained. Data: When Tyken was trapped in the rift, his analysis determined that a massive energy release might overload and dislocate the anomaly. Fortunately, his cargo included anicium and yurium, which he used to detonate the explosion. He then escaped through the ruptured center of the rift. Laforge: But we aren't carrying anything that could produce that kind of explosion. Not even our photon torpedoes would be enough. Riker: Couldn't we replicate the elements that Tyken used? Data: No, sir. We no longer have the power to reproduce complex elements in the replicator. We must find a way to generate a violent energy release without using conventional means. Crusher: Data, in Tyken's experience did the crew exhibit behavioral changes? Data: No. There were no reports of unusual conduct among the crew. Troi: What about nightmares? Data: There were no records of sleep disturbances of any kind, Counselor. Crusher: Then, what is it? What's happening to us? Riker: The only one who doesn't seem affected by all this is Data. Riker: Bridge. Picard: Number One, how? Riker: Sir? Picard: Any hallucinations, nightmares? Riker: No. I'd be a liar if I said I felt like myself. I've had to bite my tongue to keep from snapping at people. A couple of times, I've gone to my quarters and felt as if there was someone in there, waiting for me. Picard: I've had similar feelings. With everyone succumbing it's even more important that one of us attempt to keep control of his faculties. I want you to turn in, take a nap. I'll be on the Bridge. You can relieve me in four hours. Riker: Yes, sir. Deck eight. Picard: No! Worf: Sir? Picard: As you were. Mister Data, will you join me in my Ready room. Data: Commander La Forge and I have come up with a potential solution to our predicament. Perhaps the modifications used to increase firepower against the Borg could be effective here. Picard: Channeling power to the main, er, deflector dish. Data: Yes, sir. I believe that within six hours we could generate a concentrated burst of energy which might disrupt the Tyken's rift. Picard: Very well. Proceed. Mister Data? Data: Yes, sir? Picard: It appears that I am not immune to the strange forces that are at work on this ship. Data: Yes, sir. Picard: It's a terrifying prospect to lose control of one's mind. When I was young, I remember watching my grandfather deteriorate from a powerful, intelligent figure to a frail wisp of a man, who could barely make his own way home. Mister Data, it is my responsibility somehow to see that this ship is guided to safety. I will need to rely on you from now on. We may need to count on you for our very survival. Data: I will do my best, sir. Crusher: I'd like to do more cross-sections on the brain tissue of some of these bodies. Set up the positron emission sensor in Sickbay, and I'll decide which ones I want to study. Medic: Yes, Doctor. Crusher: Go away. Crusher: Captain, let me ask you this. Since we located the Brittain, can you remember any of your dreams? Picard: I hardly ever recall dreams. Crusher: Most people don't, but think. Have you even had a dream in the last ten days? Picard: I don't recall. Crusher: I'm willing to bet you haven't. What's more, neither has anyone else on board this ship, except for Troi. I began to realize that when she talked about having nightmares. I've done some additional brain tissue tests on, er, bodies, some of the bodies from the, er, the. Data: The Brittain, Doctor. Crusher: Right. And I've also done some scans on a random cross-section from our crew. They both have the same results, a unique chemical imbalance. Picard: Caused by? Crusher: Dream deprivation. Every night when we enter into sleep. Data: I believe the Doctor means is that humans enter what is known as REM sleep. Rapid eye movement. It is the level of brain wave activity at which one dreams. Crusher: We have to dream in order to survive. If we don't reach REM sleep, we don't dream, we begin to lose our cognitive abilities, we find it hard to concentrate. We forget how to do the most ordinary task. Then we become irritable, paranoid. Some people experience hallucinations. Picard: You're describing the situation on this ship. But Counselor Troi reported nightmares. Crusher: Maybe it's because she's Betazoid. I don't know why. All I know is there's more going on here than being caught in a Tyken's rift, and I don't know how or why it's happening. But I do know this. There is an inevitable conclusion to this pattern, and if I can't find a way to stop it, we will all go insane. Voice: Eyes in the dark. One moon circles. Troi: Where are you? Voice: Eyes in the dark. One moon circles. Troi: I'm still here. I haven't gone anywhere. Do you remember anything more? Hagan: Double. Double. Troi: What does that mean? Is something doubled? Crusher: Deanna, nothing's working. I've tried somatic drugs, I've tried inducing theta waves into the entorhinal cortex. No matter what I do, no one can reach REM sleep. No one can dream, except for you. Troi: Except me. And all I have is nightmares. I can hardly sleep at all anymore. In the end, I'll be like him. Just like him. Gillespie: Well, I think it's some kind of experiment. You see, Captain Picard is trying to see how long we'll take it, stuck here like rats. Guinan: You couldn't be more wrong. Gillespie: It's like we're laboratory animals. I don't want to sit and wait for death to sneak up behind me. Guinan: What's that supposed to mean? Gillespie: You heard about them on the Brittain. Shut in their rooms, dying alone. That's not for me. I'd rather go out fighting. Laforge: Okay, all the power has been channeled to the, er, the Data: The main deflector dish. Laforge: Yes. Right. The deflector dish. So, what do we do now? Data: Data to Bridge. Mister Worf, activate the deflector. Worf: Aye, sir. Worf: Deflector power banks approaching maximum. Discharge in fifteen seconds. Laforge: Data, this detonation better work. We're not going to last much longer. Worf: Discharge in three seconds, two, one. Riker: Nothing. It just fizzled out. Data: Captain, it appears the energy output Data: Has been absorbed into the rift. Picard: Data, can we try again? Data: No, sir. If we draw Data: More power, we risk losing life support systems. Picard: Understood. Keep me appraised, Commander. Worf: lujpu' jiH'e, Alexandrijn. Troi: Worf, no! Worf: You will not stop me. Troi: Security to Lieutenant Worf's quarters, immediately. Worf: No one can stop me. Troi: Why? What is it? Worf: I am no longer a warrior. I am no longer strong. I feel. Troi: What? What do you feel? Worf: I feel fear. Troi: To admit that you're afraid gives you strength. Worf: Something is waiting for us. I am not strong enough to fight it. Troi: No, Worf. It's just an illusion. It's not real. Please, put down the knife. Security: Counselor? Troi: It's all right. Everything's fine, thank you. Troi: Let me take you to Sickbay. Acting Picard: Captain's log, stardate 44642.1. I have assumed command of the Enterprise at the request of Captain Picard. Our situation is deteriorating. Many of the crew are unable to function and our life support systems are beginning to falter. Troi: Once before you said double. What did you mean? What is double? Hagan: Mates, too bright. Twin. Cannot leave the twin. One moon circling. Troi: What do you mean? you can't leave? Hagan: No, no, please. Can't. Troi: You want to leave. Why can't you? Hagan: Can't go. Help. One moon circling. Eyes, that's it. Eyes in the dark. Troi: Eyes in the dark. That's what the voice said in my dream. Is that where you heard it? In a dream? Over and over? Beverly, I know what it is. I know what's happening. Crusher: What? Troi: My nightmare. It's not a dream. It's not a dream at all. It's a message. Troi: REM sleep occurs at a different frequency for Betazoids than other humanoids. I believe the beings are using that frequency to communicate telepathically. Data: It is possible that this telepathic communication is creating interference in the REM sleep of other species. That would explain why the rest of our crew is not dreaming. Picard: Counselor, what are these beings trying to tell us? Troi: They're calling for help. I think they're trapped just like we are. Eyes in the dark could mean this twin star system. Data: Your hypothesis is certainly plausible. There may be another ship on the other side of the fissure, where we cannot detect it. Crusher: Is there a way we could block their signals? Data: There is no technology to block telepathic transmissions, Doctor. Troi: Maybe communication through dreams can work both ways. I could try to get them to stop. Data: Perhaps we can accomplish more than that. If there is another ship, and we can reach them, we might be able to coordinate our efforts to free ourselves. Troi: It is conceivable. When working with patients with debilitating nightmares, I've often used a therapeutic treatment called directed dreaming. Dreamers can learn to control of their dreams, retain a conscious memory even while in REM sleep. I could remember a short message and deliver it to them. Picard: If it were possible, what would you say? Data: Working together with the aliens, we must discover a means by which we an produce an explosion more intense than either one of us could achieve alone. Troi: What is it you're looking for? Data: These are the elements we have available. Some of them could be used in the creation of an explosive reaction. If we could communicate this inventory to the other ship, perhaps they would be able to Troi: No, Data, no. This is too complex. This has to be a simple, clear message. Data: I am uncertain if a simple transmission will be adequate. Troi: Stop. Go back. Further back. There. Stop. One moon circles. Data: Yes, Counselor. One electron circles one proton. This is a hydrogen atom. Troi: One moon circles. That's what they've been telling me over and over. Data: Perhaps the aliens are thinking as we are, to collaborate in producing an explosion. If hydrogen is combined with another element, calendenium for example, it is extremely volatile. But would the message mean they have hydrogen or they want hydrogen? Troi: Well, if it's a distress call, I think they'd be asking for what they need, not what they already have. Data: Then the proper course of action would be to release hydrogen into the rift, and hope that they have a substance that will detonate it. Troi: How do I tell them what to do? Data: If you are correct, Counselor, I believe they have already told us what to do and are waiting for us to do it. When we are ready, the only message you should attempt to convey is, now. Crusher: I can help keep you in REM sleep for a while with this cortical scanner. It will maintain electrical activity in your brain at the proper frequency. Data: Counselor Data: You will have to communicate with the other ship within two minutes of entering REM sleep. Troi: Two minutes. Troi: Is that all, Data? Data: Unfortunately, yes. Data: We have only enough power to emit a hydrogen stream for that amount of time. They must understand that they will have to detonate it immediately. Captain, we are ready to implement the plan. Picard: Proceed. Data: We will have to draw power from the life-support systems in order to discharge the collectors. This is Acting Captain Data. All personnel will report to designated shelter areas Data: Immediately. Life support systems will continue only in emergency shelter areas. Gillespie: Hear that? Get us jammed into shelter areas. We sit and wait to die. Nobody'll ever find us. Guinan: Relax, Gillespie. Everybody relax. Ten Forward is a designated shelter area. Relax. Gillespie: Do we want to die here like helpless children? Guinan: Security to Ten Forward immediately. Gillespie: We don't even know what we're dying for. O'Brien: Sit down, Gillespie. You're not helping matters any. Gillespie: What's wrong with standing up for ourselves? Gillespie: Picard owes us some answers. Gillespie: What is that? Guinan: It's a little souvenir I picked up on Magus Three. That was setting number one. Anyone want to see setting number two? Crusher: PGO signals steady. Visual cortex showing increased activity. Rapid eye movements commencing. Crusher to Bridge. Crusher: She's in REM sleep. Data: Thank you, Doctor. Activating Bussard collectors. Troi: Where are you? Data: Ninety seconds remaining. Voice: One moon circles. Troi: Where are you? I have to find you. I have to tell you. Data: Forty five seconds remaining. Voice: One moon. Troi: Please, I must find you to tell you. Data: Thirty seconds remaining. Voice: Eyes in the dark. One moon Data: Ten seconds remaining. Picard: Nothing. No explosion. Data: The Counselor was unsuccessful. Picard: Activate impulse engines. Data: Engines activated, sir. Data: We have cleared the rift, sir. Warp engines are coming back online. Picard: Set a course to. Data: Setting a course for Starbase two twenty. Sir, as my final duty as Acting Captain, I order you to bed. I shall do the same for all personnel. Picard: Very well, Mister Data. And Mister Data, thank you. Data: Pleasant dreams, sir.