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STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION
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"Encounter at Farpoint"
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by
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D.C. Fontana
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and
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Gene Roddenberry
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This script is not for publicaion or reproduction.
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No one is authorized to dispose of the same. If lost or
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destroyed, please notify the Script Department.
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FINAL DRAFT
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April 13, 1987
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TEASER
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FADE IN:
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1 EXT. SPACE - STARSHIP (OPTICAL)
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The U.S.S. Enterprise NCC 1701-D traveling at warp speed
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through space.
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PICARD V.O.
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Captain's log, stardate 42353.7.
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Our destination is planet Cygnus
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IV, beyond which lies the great
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unexplored mass of the galaxy.
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2 OTHER INTRODUCTORY ANGLES (OPTICAL)
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on the gigantic new Enterprise NCC 1701-D.
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PICARD V.O.
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My orders are to examine Farpoint,
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a starbase built there by the
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inhabitants of that world.
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Meanwhile ...
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3 INT. ENGINE ROOM
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Huge, with a giant wall diagram showing the immensity
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of this Galaxy Class starship.
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PICARD V.O.
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(continuing)
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... I am becoming better
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acquainted with my new command,
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this Galaxy Class U.S.S.
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Enterprise.
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4 CLOSER ON VESSEL DIAGRAM
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Showing the details and size of this enormous starship.
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PICARD V.O.
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I am still somewhat in awe of its
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size and complexity.
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5 INT. LOUNGE DECK
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With its huge windows revealing the immense span of the
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Starship's outer surface.
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5 CONTINUED:
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PICARD V.O.
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(continuing)
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... my crew we are short in
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several key positions, most
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notably ...
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6 INT. BRIDGE - WIDE ANGLE
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PICARD, TROI, and DATA seated in the command area.
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Starfleet LIEUTENANT WORF, a young Klingon, is at the
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"Ops" station and a SUPERNUMERARY is at "Conn".
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PICARD V.O.
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(continuing)
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... a first officer, but I am
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informed that a highly experienced
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man, one Commander William Riker,
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will be waiting to join our ship
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when we reach our Cygnus IV
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destination.
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7 ANGLE EMPHASIZING PICARD AND DATA
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As Picard turns to Data:
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PICARD
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You will agree, Data, that
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Starfleet's instructions are
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difficult?
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DATA
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Difficult ... how so? Simply
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solve the mystery of Farpoint
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Station.
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PICARD
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(smiles)
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As simple as that.
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TROI
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Farpoint Station. Even the name
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sounds mysterious.
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PICARD
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The problem, Data, is that another
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life form built that base. How
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do I negotiate a friendly
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agreement for Starfleet to use
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it while at the same time snoop
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around finding how and why they
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built it?
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7 CONTINUED:
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DATA
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Inquiry ... the word snoop ... ?
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PICARD
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Data, how can you be programmed
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as a virtual encyclopedia of human
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information without knowing a
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simple word like snoop?
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DATA
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Possibility ... a kind of human
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behavior I was not designed to
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emulate?
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It is all Troi can do to keep from smiling.
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PICARD
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It means 'to spy, to sneak' ...
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DATA
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(interrupting;
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delighted)
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Ah! To seek covertly, to go
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stealthily, to slink, slither ...
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PICARD
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(wanting to cut it off)
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Exactly, yes ...
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DATA
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... to glide, creep, skulk,
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pussyfoot, gumshoe ...
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Data trails off his words, finally becoming aware of
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the annoyance registering on Picard's face. Troi cannot
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keep back the smile now ... then suddenly her face is
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contorted in pain.
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TROI
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Captain ... I'm sensing a ... a
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powerful mind ...
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Interrupted by the sound of a BRIDGE ALARM.
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8 WIDER ANGLE
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All checking their consoles, puzzled at readings they're
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getting.
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WORF
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Something strange on the detector
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circuits ...
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8 CONTINUED:
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OVERLAPPED by an ever more compelling SECOND BRIDGE
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ALARM (similar to the old naval HONKING SOUND) begins
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to sound. At the same time, the main viewer FLICKERS
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and an unusual SHINING, SPARKLING GRID SHAPE APPEARS
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stretching across the whole of the galaxy ahead of them.
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9 EXT. SPACE - ENTERPRISE AND GRID (OPTICAL)
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Emphasizing the incredibly SHINING GRID which the
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Enterprise is approaching. Seeming impossibly large,
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yet in some ways as delicate as a spiderweb, it is
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composed of interlocking geometrical shapes.
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10 INT. BRIDGE - VARIOUS ANGLES
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Data is looking up from his command position console,
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showing as much alarm as we'll ever see on his face.
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DATA
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It registers as solid, Captain...
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TROI
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Or an incredibly powerful
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forcefield. But if we collide
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with either ...
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PICARD
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(to Conn)
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Go to Condition Yellow. And shut
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off that damned noise.
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Conn turns OFF honking sound. Picard is taking time to
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check all readings but we're now coming very close to
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the strange grid.
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WORF
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Shields and deflectors, up, sir.
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Milking the drama of approaching collision. Then,
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conversationally:
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PICARD
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Reverse power, full stop.
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CONN
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Controls to full stop, sir.
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The strange shimmering GRID on the viewer is now very
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close to us as Enterprise movement stops.
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CONN
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Now reading full stop, sir.
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10 CONTINUED:
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Overlapped by something akin to a ROLLING THUNDER STORM
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accompanied by a BRILLIANT AND SUSTAINED FLASH OF LIGHT
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ON THE BRIDGE to the side of Picard. The light burst
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physically shakes all bridge crew for an instant, then
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RESOLVES ITSELF INTO A HUMAN SIZE FIGURE standing at
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that point on the bridge. As the bridge crew's eyes
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adjust, it does indeed appear to be a human ... but one
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dressed and posturing as an Elizabethan era sea captain
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complete with Sir Walter Raleigh type "court dress",
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complete with neck ruffles, lace, leg stockings,
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ceremonial sword, etc. Now and later, we shall know
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this life form as "Q".
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11 ANOTHER ANGLE (OPTICAL)
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as "Q" (Elizabethan) makes a formal bow (of that same
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era) to Picard. At which the turbolift doors snap open
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and TWO SECURITY CREW members start to ENTER, led by
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Security and Weapons Officer NATASHA YAR. However, "Q"
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merely gives a nod in that direction and a miniature of
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the space grid outside APPEARS AT THE TURBOLIFT
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ENTRANCE, barring the security team's entrance and
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CLOSES THE TURBOLIFT DOORS. Then "Q" turns toward
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Picard.
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"Q" (ELIZABETHAN)
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You are notified that your kind
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has infiltrated the galaxy too
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far already. You are directed
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to return to your own solar system
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immediately.
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12 ANGLE TO INCLUDE OPS AND CONN
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We will see Conn stealthily, carefully reaching to the
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small phaser on his belt.
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PICARD
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That's quite a directive. Would
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you mind identifying what you are?
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"Q" (ELIZABETHAN)
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We call ourselves "the Q". Or
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you may call me that; it's all
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much the same thing.
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(indicating costume)
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And I have presented myself to
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you as a fellow ship captain so
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that you will better understand
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me.
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(indicates)
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Go back from where you...
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13 ANOTHER ANGLE (OPTICAL)
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Interrupted by Conn drawing his phaser. But "Q" barely
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nods toward Conn at which a FLUTTERING ELECTRIC BLUE WAVE
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envelopes that bridge crewman, and we HEAR THE BRIEF
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BEGINNINGS OF A SCREAM as Conn falls with the SOUND of
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a frozen hard object striking the deck. Picard comes
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to his feet, ignoring "Q" as:
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"Q" (ELIZABETHAN)
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Stay where you are!
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14 EMPHASIZING PICARD
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Who is clearly very angry as he kneels at the prone form
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of Conn who appears to have been instantly frozen solid.
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Troi hurries INTO SHOT kneeling too. There is even
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white evaporation vapor rising up from the body.
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PICARD
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Data, call medics!
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TROI
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He's frozen. Can you feel the
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cold?
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Picard grabs up Conn's phaser from the deck (reversing
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it, wisely), stands and puts it under "Q's" nose.
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PICARD
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He would not have injured you!
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(indicates phaser)
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Do you understand this; the stun
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setting?
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"Q" (ELIZABETHAN)
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Knowing humans as you do, Captain,
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would you want to be captured
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helpless by them?
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(moves closer)
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Now, go back or you will certainly
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die!
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FADE OUT:
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PART ONE
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FADE IN:
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15 EXT. U.S.S. ENTERPRISE AND GRID (OPTICAL)
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Appropriate THEME MUSIC with spaceship hanging
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motionless, still facing the mysterious SHIMMERING GRID
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that stretches in front of it from galaxy horizon to
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horizon.
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16 INTO. BRIDGE - EMPHASIZING CONN'S FORM
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In the b.g. on a floating stretcher Conn is being taken
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to the turbolift, advanced medical emergency aids are
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attached to his body.
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PICARD
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Is he still alive?
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MEDIC
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For now. We'll do our best, sir.
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17 EMPHASIZING "Q" (OPTICAL)
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Ignoring the previous, intent instead on inspecting his
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Elizabethan costume as Picard comes up to him.
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"Q" (ELIZABETHAN)
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Your little centuries go by so
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rapidly, Captain. Perhaps you'll
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understand this better.
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The Visitor moves his hand slightly. We hear the same
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ROLLING THUNDER SOUND. Another BLINDING LIGHT FLASH
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and his body remains the same humanoid face and figure
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as with the Elizabethan dress, but now the green
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officer's uniform of the U.S. Marine Corps. Over his
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jacket pocket three rows of medals and his narrow
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garrison cap shows the bars of a Captain.
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"Q" (MARINE CAPTAIN)
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Actually, the issue at stake is
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patriotism. You must return to
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your world and put an end to the
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communists. All it takes is a
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few good men.
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PICARD
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What? That nonsense is centuries
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behind us!
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17 CONTINUED:
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"Q" (MARINE CAPTAIN)
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But you can't deny Captain, that
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you're still a dangerous, savage
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child-race.
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PICARD
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Most certainly I deny it. I agree
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that we still were when ...
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(indicating)
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... humans wore costumes like that
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four hundred years ago...
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"Q" (MARINE CAPTAIN)
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At which time you slaughtered
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millions in silly arguments about
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how to divide the resources of
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your little world. And four
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hundred years before that you were
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murdering each other in quarrels
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over tribal god-images. And since
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there have been no indications
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that humans will ever change
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.....
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PICARD
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But even as far back as... !
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(indicates)
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... that costume, we had begun to
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make rapid progress.
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"Q" (MARINE CAPTAIN)
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Oh? Shall we review your "rapid
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progress"?
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18 ANOTHER ANGLE (OPTICAL)
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The "Q" visitor moves a hand again to create THE SAME
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SOUNDS and the SAME BLINDING FLASH, producing the same
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human image but this time unshaven and with an UGLY
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AUTOMATION LOOK AND IN THE UNIFORM OF A MILITARY OFFICER
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FROM THE MID 21st CENTURY WARS. Q's voice sounds a bit
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drugged now as he eyes his new costume.
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"Q" (21ST CENTURY)
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(interrupting)
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Rapid progress to where humans
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learned to control their military
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with drugs.
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19 ANGLE INCLUDING OPS POSITION
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As Worf gets a message and turns toward Picard.
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19 CONTINUED:
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WORF
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Sir, sickbay reports that
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Lieutenant Graham's condition is
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better.
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All have turned toward Worf, showing relief.
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"Q" (21ST CENTURY)
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Concern for one's comrade. How
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touching.
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WORF
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(indicates "Q")
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And now, sir, a personal request.
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Permission to clean up the bridge?
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Picard shakes head, stares Worf down when he seems about
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to protest. Meanwhile Tasha has come to her feet too:
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TASHA
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Lieutenant Worf is right, sir.
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As Security Chief I can't just
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stand here and ....
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PICARD
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Yes, you can, Tasha.
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During this, "Q" has withdrawn a slender tube attached
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to his 21st Century uniform, makes an adjustment which
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lets a round pill roll into his mouth and bites down
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on it with a "POP" SOUND.
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"Q" (21ST CENTURY)
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Ah, yes... better!
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(deep breath, feeling
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it)
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Then later, on finally reaching
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deep space, humans of course found
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enemies to fight out there too.
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And to broaden those struggles....
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(indicating Worf and
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Tasha)
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.... you again found allies to
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permit still more murdering and
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all over again the same old story.
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19 CONTINUED: (2)
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PICARD
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(interrupting; angry)
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No! The most dangerous 'same old
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story' is the one we're meeting
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now! Those who go on
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misinformation, half-information,
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self-righteous life forms who are
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eager not to learn but to
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prosecute, to judge anything they
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don't understand or can't
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tolerate.
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"Q" (21ST CENTURY)
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What an interesting idea.
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Prosecute and judge?
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CAMERA CENTERS ON "Q" as he absorbs what Picard has
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said. He takes a step or two, turns.
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"Q" (21ST CENTURY)
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(continuing)
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And suppose it turns out we
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understand you humans only too
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well?
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PICARD
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We've no fear of what the true
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facts about us will reveal.
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"Q" (21ST CENTURY)
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The facts about you? Splendid,
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splendid! You are a veritable
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fountain of good ideas.
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(smiling; pleasant)
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There are preparations to make,
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Captain, but when I return...
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"Q" gives a 21st Century salute to Picard.
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"Q" (21ST CENTURY)
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(continuing)
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... we will proceed exactly as you
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suggest!
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A BLINDING FLASH OF LIGHT and the alien visitor is gone.
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20 WIDE ANGLE ON BRIDGE
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It takes a moment to accept the fact "Q" is really gone
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then Worf turns to Picard.
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20 CONTINUED:
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WORF
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Sir... respectfully submit our only
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choice is to fight. If we
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Klingons understand anything, it
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is the meaning of that kind of
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talk.
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TASHA
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My sentiments too, sir. Fight or
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try to escape.
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21 ANGLE EMPHASIZING PICARD
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Turning to Troi:
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PICARD
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Sense anything, Commander?
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TROI
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(shakes head)
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Its mind is much too powerful,
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sir. And frightening. Concur we
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avoid further contact if possible!
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22 ANGLE EMPHASIZING PICARD
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Clearly he has to come up with something. He reflects
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for a moment more, then makes up his mind, turns to
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Troi.
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PICARD
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From this point, no station
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aboard, repeat no station, for
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any reason will make use of
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signals, transmission or intercom.
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(crossing quickly to
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Ops and Conn)
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We'll try to take them by
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surprise.
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(to Worf)
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Inform engineering to make ready
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for maximum acceleration. We'll
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find out what this Galaxy Class
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can do.
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WORF
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Aye, sir.
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As Worf stands and hurries off, Picard turns to Data.
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22 CONTINUED:
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PICARD
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Records search, Data. Results
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of detaching the Saucer Section
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at high warp speeds.
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Data quickly draws on his memory.
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DATA
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Inadvisable at any warp speed,
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sir.
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PICARD
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Search theoretical.
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DATA
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(thinking; then)
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It is possible, sir. But
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absolutely no error margin.
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Picard nods and stands, RAISES VOICE:
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PICARD
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Attention bridge crew!
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23 VARIOUS ANGLES
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Picard waits until all are turned toward him.
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PICARD
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(continuing)
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Using print-out only, notify all
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decks to prepare for maximum
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acceleration. Maximum, you're
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entitled to know, means we'll be
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pushing our engines well past
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safety limits. Our hope is to
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surprise whatever that is out
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there, try to outrun it.
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(looks around, then)
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Our only other option would be
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to put tail between our legs and
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return to Earth as they demand.
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24 INT. ENGINE ROOM - TRAVELING WITH WORF
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As he takes us into WIDE CAMERA ANGLE, aiming both for
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a feeling of the starship's huge size and enormous
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power.
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25 ANOTHER ANGLE (OPTICAL)
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Worf nodding at a reading which an Engineer shows him,
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then EXITING to return to the bridge. Meanwhile,
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engineering personnel work at their controls and a LOW
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PITCHED WHINE quickly works itself up into a DEAFENING
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HIGH PITCHED SHRIEK while ENERGY DISPLAYS APPEAR AT MAIN
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ENGINE CONNECTIONS.
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26 EXT. SPACE (OPTICAL)
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Showing both the Enterprise and the mysterious grid.
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27 INT. BRIDGE - ANGLES INCLUDING MAIN VIEWER
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Worf enters bridge from turbolift, crossing to his
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position.
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WORF
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Engine room ready, sir.
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Picard stands behind Data who is at the Conn position.
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TROI
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The board shows 'green', Captain.
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All go!
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Picard moving back to his command position as:
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PICARD
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Stand by...
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(takes his seat, checks
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bridge, then)
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ENGAGE!
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The entire bridge SHUDDERS under a SCREAM OF POWER as
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we
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CUT TO:
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28 EXT. SPACE - ANGLE ON ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)
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Suddenly into maximum warp, the energy release
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momentarily DISTORTING BOTH THE ALIEN GRID AND THE STARS
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IN SIGHT AROUND IT. When the EFFECT is over, the
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starship has turned, seeming to almost brush against
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the mysterious grid, and is then racing away from it.
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29 ANGLE EMPHASIZING GRID (OPTICAL)
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With Enterprise in b.g. at warp speed, escaping. Then
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the 'grid' suddenly shrinks in size, growing brighter
|
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as it coalesces together INTO THE SHAPE OF A BRIGHTLY
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COLORED SPINNING SHAPE which now races after the
|
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Enterprise.
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30 INT. BRIDGE - VARIOUS ANGLES
|
|
|
|
The faces of the bridge crew reflect the fact that
|
|
Enterprise is at very high warp speed and continuing
|
|
to accelerate into even higher warp.
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WORF
|
|
Velocity warp nine point two.
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DATA
|
|
Heading, 351 Mark 11, sir.
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PICARD
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|
Steady on that.
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|
TASHA
|
|
The hostile is now giving chase,
|
|
sir. Accelerating fast.
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WORF
|
|
We're now at Warp nine point
|
|
three, sir. Which takes us past
|
|
the red line, sir.
|
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PICARD
|
|
Continue accelerating.
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|
(to Troi)
|
|
Counselor, at this point I'm open
|
|
even to guesses about what we've
|
|
just met.
|
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TROI
|
|
(considers, then)
|
|
It... it felt like something beyond
|
|
what we'd consider a 'life form'.
|
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|
|
PICARD
|
|
'Beyond'?
|
|
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|
TROI
|
|
Very, very advanced, sir. Or...
|
|
(considers)
|
|
Or certainly, very, very
|
|
different!
|
|
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|
30 CONTINUED:
|
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WORF
|
|
(with emphasis now)
|
|
Sir, we're at warp nine point
|
|
four.
|
|
|
|
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 main viewer?
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(nods)
|
|
Reverse angle on viewer.
|
|
|
|
31 ANGLE INCLUDING MAIN VIEWER
|
|
|
|
VIEWER IMAGE SHIMMERS into reverse view, which is much
|
|
the same as the forward view except for ONE BLINKING
|
|
POINT OF LIGHT AT IMAGE CENTER.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Magnifying viewer image.
|
|
|
|
ANOTHER VIEWER SHIMMER with the CENTER POINT OF LIGHT
|
|
BECOMING THE SPINNING COALESCENCE seen earlier. It's
|
|
still far away, tiny in size, but will grow in size
|
|
during later SCENES.
|
|
|
|
32 VARIOUS ANGLES
|
|
|
|
as needed.
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
Hostile's velocity now at nine
|
|
point seven, sir.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Ops, inform Engineering we need
|
|
more!
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Engine room attempting to comply,
|
|
sir. But they caution us...
|
|
|
|
32 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(interrupting; to Data)
|
|
Go to yellow alert!
|
|
|
|
Data hits a control and the Yellow Alert ALARM SOUNDS
|
|
FIVE TIMES. Then Picard turns to Tasha.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(to Tasha)
|
|
Arm photon torpedoes, Weapons
|
|
Station. Place them on ready
|
|
status.
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
Torpedoes to ready, sir.
|
|
|
|
Picard is aware of the concerned glances received form
|
|
Troi and Data.
|
|
|
|
33 WIDE ANGLE
|
|
|
|
The entire bridge suddenly SHUDDERS HARD and it brings
|
|
startled looks to the faces of some of the bridge crew.
|
|
Then the motion eases.
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
That was a design tremor, sir.
|
|
A warning.
|
|
|
|
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 the hostile's nine point
|
|
eight, sir. But at extreme risk.
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
Now reading the hostile at warp
|
|
nine point nine, sir.
|
|
|
|
Picard stands, raising his voice to carry throughout
|
|
the bridge.
|
|
|
|
33 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Attention bridge. Print-out
|
|
message, urgent, to all decks.
|
|
(selecting the right
|
|
words)
|
|
All stations on all decks, make
|
|
ready to detach ship's saucer
|
|
section.
|
|
|
|
Some of the bridge crew is startled but all are soon
|
|
putting their consoles in order for the move. Picard
|
|
turns to Worf at 'conn' position.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
You will command the saucer
|
|
section, Lieutenant.
|
|
|
|
Worf comes to his feet in protest.
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
I am a Klingon, sir. For me to
|
|
seek escape while my captain goes
|
|
into battle....
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(interrupts hard)
|
|
You are a Starfleet officer,
|
|
Lieutenant.
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
(hesitates, takes seat)
|
|
Aye, sir.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(to bridge again)
|
|
Note in ship's log that at this
|
|
startime, I am transferring
|
|
command to the Battle Bridge.
|
|
(to Data)
|
|
Make the signal, Data.
|
|
|
|
Data touches a control and we HEAR (still preserved from
|
|
surface ship days) the BUGLE CALL "BEAT TO QUARTERS"
|
|
which continues REPEATING as all bridge crew members
|
|
(except Worf) begin leaving their posts. While
|
|
SUPERNUMERARIES arrive on the turbolifts, our bridge
|
|
crew begins exiting the bridge.
|
|
|
|
FADE OUT.
|
|
|
|
PART TWO
|
|
|
|
FADE IN:
|
|
|
|
34 EXT. SPACE - THE ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
Still at high warp. We cannot see the image of the
|
|
following "hostile" (which is not magnified in this
|
|
ANGLE).
|
|
|
|
PICARD V.O.
|
|
Captain's log, stardate 42354.1.
|
|
Preparing to detach saucer
|
|
section.
|
|
|
|
35 INT. BATTLE BRIDGE
|
|
|
|
As the turbolift doors snap open, Picard and the others
|
|
ENTER the smaller, sparse and functional Battle Bridge.
|
|
|
|
PICARD V.O.
|
|
... so that families and the majority
|
|
of the ship's company...
|
|
|
|
36 INT. MONTAGE OF SAUCER SETS
|
|
|
|
Families, children, science technicians, etc., moving
|
|
into safe areas.
|
|
|
|
PICARD V.O.
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
... can seek relative safety while
|
|
our vessel's stardrive, containing
|
|
our Battle Bridge...
|
|
|
|
37 INT. BATTLE BRIDGE - VARIOUS ANGLES
|
|
|
|
Acquainting us with the smaller and more severe battle
|
|
bridge, its configuration and positions. Picard is
|
|
speaking the balance of his log entry to the microphone
|
|
at his command position.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
... and main armaments, will turn
|
|
back and confront the mystery that
|
|
is threatening us.
|
|
(turning to Tasha)
|
|
Lieutenant, your torpedoes must
|
|
detonate close enough to the
|
|
hostile to blind it at the moment
|
|
we separate.
|
|
|
|
37 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
Understood, sir.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Worf, this is the Captain....
|
|
|
|
38 INT. BRIDGE - EMPHASIZING LT. WORF
|
|
|
|
The young Klingon at the Captain's command station now.
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
Yes Captain?
|
|
|
|
PICARD'S INTERCOM VOICE
|
|
Begin countdown....
|
|
(touches panel control)
|
|
Mark!
|
|
|
|
39 EXT. SPACE - THE ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
Traveling through space for a moment, then photon
|
|
torpedoes blasting out of the starship's aft tubes.
|
|
The torpedo pattern disappears into the distance behind
|
|
the vessel.
|
|
|
|
40 INT. BATTLE BRIDGE
|
|
|
|
All intent on what is happening as:
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
All decks acknowledging, sir.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Starship separation.... six, five,
|
|
four, three, two, one....
|
|
|
|
41 EXT. ENTERPRISE - ANGLES ON SEPARATION MECHANISM (OPTICAL))
|
|
|
|
As we see the largest of the assemblies begin to move,
|
|
yawning open. Other mechanisms are doing their jobs
|
|
too.... and THE MONOLITHIC STARSHIP DIVIDES INTO ITS TWO
|
|
SECTIONS.... STARDRIVE AND SAUCER MOVING APART.
|
|
|
|
PICARD V.O.
|
|
Ship's log, exact moment of
|
|
separation, stardate 42354.22.
|
|
|
|
As the Stardrive Section gets safely clear of the
|
|
saucer, it begins turning, doubling back to face the
|
|
"Q" menace. And now in the direction of that threat,
|
|
we begin to see PHOTON EXPLOSIONS in the far, far
|
|
distance.
|
|
|
|
42 INT. BATTLE BRIDGE - INCLUDING MAIN VIEWER
|
|
|
|
On which we see a tiny but SOMEWHAT LARGER IMAGE OF THE
|
|
HOSTILE VESSEL in front of which the last few PHOTON
|
|
DETONATIONS HAPPEN AND FADE AWAY.
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
All torpedoes have detonated, sir.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(to Data)
|
|
Reverse power and hold this
|
|
position.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
(gives a surprised look)
|
|
Reverse power...decelerating.
|
|
|
|
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....
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(indicating viewer)
|
|
Lieutenant... are you recommending
|
|
we fight a life form that can do
|
|
all those things?
|
|
(as Tasha hesitates)
|
|
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.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
All forward motion stopped, sir.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(to Troi)
|
|
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.
|
|
|
|
43 ANGLE ON MAIN VIEWER
|
|
|
|
Where the IMAGE OF THE HOSTILE is rapidly growing in
|
|
size.
|
|
|
|
44 EXT. SPACE - U.S.S. ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
As the HOSTILE IMAGE rushes down on the starship, THE
|
|
COALESCENT SHAPE OPENING UP INTO SOMETHING LIKE THE
|
|
SHIMMERING GRID WE'VE SEEN, but now as if to enclose
|
|
(and perhaps crush) the starship. A FURY OF SOUNDS like
|
|
CLANKING-SCREAMS OF METAL BEING STRESSED BEYOND ITS
|
|
LIMITS.
|
|
|
|
45 INT. BATTLE BRIDGE - VARIOUS ANGLES
|
|
|
|
As the bridge and the entire Stardrive Section is SHAKEN
|
|
ALMOST ANGRILY as the same CACOPHONY OF CLANKING-SCREAMS
|
|
continues. All bridge crew cling to their seats until
|
|
the SHAKING AND SOUNDS REACH A PEAK. As when "Q" first
|
|
appeared, FLASHES OF LIGHT BLIND US and become:
|
|
|
|
46 INT. "Q" COURTROOM - EMPHASIZING PICARD, DATA, TROI, TASHA
|
|
|
|
It is an immense courtroom meant to reflect strength
|
|
and power. (We'll discover that it dates back to the
|
|
mid-21st Century post-atomic crisis era.) Both decor
|
|
and legal procedures reflect the time when a desperate
|
|
humanity, still wounded and bleeding from nuclear war,
|
|
sought answers to its pain and problems through the
|
|
merciless strength of a new form of dictatorial
|
|
government representing neither capitalism nor
|
|
communism. Our four starship people are in old, ragged
|
|
and stained uniforms which 'demean' them as criminals.
|
|
In comparison with the gleaming steel and glass of the
|
|
rest of the courtroom, the Prisoner's Dock at which our
|
|
people sit is made of rough-hewn, hard and ugly wooden
|
|
benches. Suddenly, our Starfleet group is CAUGHT IN
|
|
A HARSH GLARING SPOTLIGHT. Data, looking around with
|
|
great curiosity, is the first to speak:
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Historically intriguing, Captain.
|
|
Very, very accurate.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(nods)
|
|
Mid-21st Century, the post-atomic
|
|
horror....
|
|
|
|
Interrupted by the SOUND OF A BELL, and CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
47 ANGLE INCLUDING MANDARIN-BAILIFF
|
|
|
|
Important, the MANDARIN-BAILIFF is not a fun figure.
|
|
Despite the Asian robe and accent, he is an important
|
|
authority figure--and his expression and actions
|
|
underscore this. He caries a slim, portable view
|
|
screen, the face of which contains scrolled information
|
|
he will occasionally refer to. Now, as he nods to a
|
|
Court Functionary who uses an ancient, oriental bell,
|
|
DOLEFULLY CLANGING to gain attention.
|
|
|
|
MANDARIN-BAILIFF
|
|
All present, make respectful
|
|
attention to honored Judge!
|
|
|
|
48 ANGLE EMPHASIZING SPECTATORS
|
|
|
|
Some still arriving, chattering in excitement, having
|
|
to be intimidated into silence by a 21st CENTURY SOLDIER,
|
|
heavily armed. Picard waves in a way indicating Data, Tasha
|
|
and Troi should not stand.
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
(quietly to Picard)
|
|
Careful, sir. This is not an
|
|
illusion or a dream.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
But these courts happened in our
|
|
past....
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
I don't understand either, but
|
|
this is real. I can feel that!
|
|
|
|
49 OTHER ANGLES AS NEEDED
|
|
|
|
A 21st Century MILITARY OFFICER moving to our Starfleet
|
|
group, leveling his automatic weapon toward them.
|
|
|
|
FUTURE MILITARY OFFICER
|
|
Get to your feet, criminals!
|
|
|
|
Our people ignore him too. "Mandarin-Bailiff" is
|
|
CLANGING THE BELL again. Data sees something,
|
|
indicates:
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
At least we are acquainted with
|
|
the judge, Captain.
|
|
|
|
50 ANGLE ON JUDGE
|
|
|
|
The "judge's bench" (an appropriate 21st Century design
|
|
on Chapman camera-crane) comes floating into the
|
|
courtroom. Seated in it is "Q" (JUDGE), an arrangement
|
|
which gives "his Honor" physical access to every part
|
|
and corner of this courtroom. As he floats serenely
|
|
over spectators' heads, suddenly there's the RATATATTAT
|
|
of an automatic weapon.
|
|
|
|
51 ANGLE INCLUDING MILITARY OFFICER
|
|
|
|
Just completing FIRING a warning burst at the feet of
|
|
Picard.
|
|
|
|
MILITARY OFFICER
|
|
(screaming angrily)
|
|
Attention! On your feet,
|
|
attention!
|
|
|
|
But Tasha pivoting in fast, taking the weapon and
|
|
throwing the Officer crashing to the floor. Judge's
|
|
"bench" (Camera Crane) brings "Q" INTO SCENE fast.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
You are out of order!
|
|
|
|
But he's speaking to the downed military officer, not
|
|
to Tasha. Which turns out to be a sentence of death
|
|
-- carried out by a pair of Soldiers who step in,
|
|
raising their automatic weapons, FIRING at the Officer
|
|
lying on the floor. Spectators break into APPLAUSE as
|
|
the Officer slumps and lies unmoving.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
The prisoners will not be
|
|
harmed...
|
|
(a glance at Picard)
|
|
Until they are found guilty, of
|
|
course.
|
|
|
|
Still hovering over the fallen officer, "Q" indicates
|
|
the body.
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"Q" (JUDGE)
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(continuing)
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Dispose of that.
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Picard has taken the automatic weapon from Tasha.
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51 CONTINUED:
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PICARD
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Can we assume you mean this will
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be a fair trial?
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"Q" (JUDGE)
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Yes, absolutely equitable.
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Picard hands the weapon to "Bailiff". "Q" (JUDGE)
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swings his "bench" to CENTER FRONT of the courtroom.
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"Q" (JUDGE)
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(continuing to
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Mandarin-bailiff)
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Proceed.
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MANDARIN-BAILIFF
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(refers to his portable
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|
viewscreen)
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|
Before this gracious court now
|
|
appear these humans to answer for
|
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the multiple and grievous
|
|
savageries of their species.
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Judge's "bench" swings "Q" (JUDGE) in literally
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nose-to-nose with Picard.
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"Q" (JUDGE)
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|
How plead you, criminal?
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DATA
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|
If I may, Captain....
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(gets a nod)
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|
Objection, your honor. In the
|
|
year 2016, the new United Nations
|
|
declared that no Earth citizen
|
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could be made to answer for the
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|
crimes of their race or
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|
forbearers.
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"Q" (JUDGE)
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Objection denied!
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Followed by CLANGING OF BAILIFF'S BELL and CHEERS FROM
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THE SPECTATORS.
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52 ANGLE EMPHASIZING "Q" AND PICARD
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"Q" (JUDGE)
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|
(continuing)
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|
This is a court of the year 2049,
|
|
by which time more 'rapid
|
|
progress' had caused all 'United
|
|
Earth' nonsense to be abolished.
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52 CONTINUED:
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At which point Tasha comes to her feet very angry.
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PICARD
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|
Tasha, no...
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|
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|
TASHA
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I must...
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|
(to "Q")
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|
... because I grew up on a world
|
|
that allowed things like this
|
|
court. And it was people like
|
|
these that saved me from it. I
|
|
say that this so-called court
|
|
should get down on its knees to
|
|
what Starfleet is, what it
|
|
represents...
|
|
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|
53 ANOTHER ANGLE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
And "Q" (JUDGE) flies INTO SCENE, gesturing toward Tasha
|
|
as he did earlier to Conn on the bridge... resulting in
|
|
the same FLUTTERING ELECTRIC BLUE WAVE THAT ENVELOPES
|
|
HER. As Tasha goes rigid, frozen, Data supports her,
|
|
lowers her form gently to the floor as:
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
(shouting to "Q")
|
|
You barbarian! That girl....
|
|
|
|
"Q" gestures and the same FLUTTERING ELECTRIC BLUE WAVE
|
|
ENVELOPS HER TOO. Picard leaps in, keeps her frozen,
|
|
rigid form from crashing down.
|
|
|
|
MANDARIN-BAILIFF
|
|
Criminals keep silence!
|
|
|
|
54 ANGLE ON PICARD
|
|
|
|
bending over Tasha, then to "Q":
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
You've got a lot to learn about
|
|
humans if you think you can
|
|
torture us or frighten us into
|
|
silence.
|
|
(to Data)
|
|
Are they still alive?
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Uncertain. Lieutenant Graham was
|
|
when our medics thawed him out.
|
|
|
|
54 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE) glides in closer on his "bench".
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
You will answer the charges!
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Or what? Or this, or worse? Or
|
|
death? I suggest you take a
|
|
better look at human history.
|
|
|
|
Spectators have begun GRUMBLING over Picard's failure
|
|
to answer "Q".
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
You are charged, criminals. How
|
|
plead you?
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Just a moment ago, you promised
|
|
"the prisoners will not be
|
|
harmed." We plead nothing so long
|
|
as you break your own rules.
|
|
|
|
LOUDER GRUMBLING from the Spectators now.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
I suggest you center your
|
|
attention on the trial, Captain.
|
|
It may be your only hope.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
And I suggest you now may be
|
|
having second thoughts about this
|
|
trial! You're considering that
|
|
if you conduct it fairly, which
|
|
was your promise, you may lose.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
(laughs)
|
|
Lose?
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Yes, even though you're judge, and
|
|
prosecutor....
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
(nods)
|
|
And jury.
|
|
|
|
54 CONTINUED: (2)
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(considers it; nods)
|
|
Accepted... so long as you keep
|
|
to your agreement.
|
|
(indicates Troi and
|
|
Tasha)
|
|
And assaulting prisoners is hardly
|
|
a fair trial.
|
|
|
|
55 OPTICAL ANGLE ON "Q" (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
Seems to be considering it. Then he looks downward,
|
|
indicates.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
This is a merciful court.
|
|
|
|
"Q" waves his hand DOWNWARD TO WARD TROI AND TASHA AND
|
|
A RIPPLE OF LIGHT plays over the two women, UNFREEZING
|
|
THEM.
|
|
|
|
ANOTHER ANGLE "Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
|
|
The court very disorderly now with some spectators
|
|
standing on their benches SHOUTING as an annoyed "Q"
|
|
brings his "bench" up hovering over the heads of
|
|
everyone.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
(greatly AMPLIFIED)
|
|
SILENCE!
|
|
|
|
The order is so LOUDLY AMPLIFIED that it comes near to
|
|
shaking the entire courtroom structure. The spectators
|
|
bite off their words and sink frightened into their
|
|
seats. We notice "Q" throwing a glance toward Picard
|
|
to see if the Captain is properly impressed. Then the
|
|
"bench" is lowered to allow "Q" to face Picard again.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
(continued)
|
|
Continuing these proceedings, I
|
|
must caution you that legal
|
|
trickery is not permitted. This
|
|
is a court of fact!
|
|
|
|
55 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(same words; same time)
|
|
... court of fact!
|
|
(nods)
|
|
We humans know our past, even when
|
|
we're ashamed of it. I recognize
|
|
this court system as the one which
|
|
agreed with Shakespeare's
|
|
suggestion -- "Kill all the
|
|
lawyers".
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
(nods)
|
|
Which humans did.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Which led to the rule: "Guilty
|
|
until proven innocent".
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
Of course. Bringing the innocent
|
|
to trial would be unfair.
|
|
(leaning in; voice
|
|
amplified)
|
|
YOU WILL NOW ANSWER TO THE
|
|
GRIEVOUS SAVAGERY CHARGE AGAINST
|
|
HUMANITY.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
We'll be happy to answer specific
|
|
charges. "Grievous savagery" could
|
|
mean anything.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
(interrupting)
|
|
Obviously it means causing harm
|
|
to fellow creatures!
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Such as you did when you froze
|
|
a member of our bridge crew? Will
|
|
you be joining us in the dock
|
|
here?
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
You fool. Are you certain you
|
|
want a full disclosure of human
|
|
ugliness?
|
|
(to Mandarin-Bailiff)
|
|
So be it! Present the charges.
|
|
|
|
Mandarin-Bailiff refers to his portable view screen,
|
|
then steps forward and presents it for Picard's
|
|
examination.
|
|
|
|
55 CONTINUED: (2)
|
|
|
|
MANDARIN-BAILIFF
|
|
Criminal, you will read the
|
|
charges to the court.
|
|
|
|
Picard takes the parchment, glances through some amount
|
|
of it. Then he looks up.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
I see no charges against us, your
|
|
honor.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
(pounds "bench top")
|
|
Criminal, you are out of order!
|
|
|
|
Soldiers move in, unslinging automatic weapons, of which
|
|
the barrels of two of them are now placed against Troi's
|
|
and Data's heads.
|
|
|
|
FADE OUT.
|
|
|
|
PART THREE
|
|
|
|
FADE IN:
|
|
|
|
56 INT. "Q" COURTROOM - WIDE ANGLE
|
|
|
|
Action continuing from where it ended. The gun barrels
|
|
are now pressing even closer to Troi and Data's heads
|
|
as:
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
Soldiers...
|
|
(indicates guns)
|
|
... you will press those triggers
|
|
if this criminal answers with any
|
|
word other than "guilty"...
|
|
|
|
57 CLOSER ANGLE
|
|
|
|
The Soldiers CLICKING FIRING ACTION TO FULL COCK. "Q"
|
|
turns to Picard.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
Criminal, how plead you?
|
|
|
|
Picard takes his time, looking to his people, the
|
|
Soldiers holding the guns at their heads, then to "Q".
|
|
He seems to be taking too much time, and one of them
|
|
shifts his weight, the other begins grasping his weapon
|
|
even more firmly. Then:
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Guilty...
|
|
|
|
Picard's people can't help but show relief and even the
|
|
soldiers lighten up their stance and their grip on the
|
|
weapons, until:
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
... provisionally so.
|
|
|
|
Surprised by this "add on", the Soldiers begin bringing
|
|
their guns in close again, looking for guidance to "Q"
|
|
who looks like he could decide either way. After
|
|
considering it for a moment:
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
The Court will hear the provision.
|
|
|
|
57 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
We question whether this court
|
|
is abiding by its own trial
|
|
instructions. Do I have
|
|
permission to have Commander Data
|
|
repeat the record?
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
If this is legal trickery...
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Your own words, your Honor.
|
|
(to Data)
|
|
Exactly what followed his Honor's
|
|
statement that the prisoner would
|
|
not be harmed?
|
|
|
|
58 EMPHASIZING DATA
|
|
|
|
Taking a moment to consult his memory, then:
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Yes, sir. The Captain has asked
|
|
the question...
|
|
(in Picard's VOICE)
|
|
"Can we assume this will be a fair
|
|
trial?"
|
|
(in Data VOICE)
|
|
And in reply, the judge stated...
|
|
|
|
59 OTHER ANGLES
|
|
|
|
as Data goes on.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
(continuing in "Q"'s
|
|
VOICE)
|
|
"Yes, absolutely equitable."
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
Unacceptable testimony, entirely
|
|
unacceptable... !
|
|
|
|
59 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
If your Honor pleases, there is
|
|
a simple way to clear up this
|
|
disagreement.
|
|
(waits until he has
|
|
"Q"'s attention)
|
|
We agree there is evidence to
|
|
support the court's contention
|
|
that humans have been murderous
|
|
and dangerous.
|
|
(moves in closer to "Q")
|
|
I say "have been" ... and
|
|
therefore we will respectfully
|
|
submit to a test of whether this
|
|
is presently true of humans.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
(suddenly alert)
|
|
I see, I see.
|
|
(an idea forming)
|
|
And you petition the Court to
|
|
accept you and your comrades as
|
|
proof of what humanity has become.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
There should be many ways we can
|
|
be tested. We have a long mission
|
|
ahead of us...
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
Another brilliant suggestion,
|
|
Captain. But your test hardly
|
|
requires a 'long mission'.
|
|
(laughs)
|
|
Your immediate destination offers
|
|
more challenge than you can
|
|
possibly imagine. Yes, yes, this
|
|
Farpoint station will be an
|
|
excellent test of human worth.
|
|
|
|
Picard, like the others, is now becoming just a bit
|
|
concerned. What does lie ahead of them on Farpoint
|
|
Station?
|
|
|
|
60 ANGLE INCLUDING MANDARIN-BAILIFF
|
|
|
|
with "Q" nodding to him as the Bailiff stands, raising
|
|
his voice.
|
|
|
|
MANDARIN-BAILIFF
|
|
Stand respectfully. All present,
|
|
respectfully stand!
|
|
|
|
61 WIDE ANGLE
|
|
|
|
Spectators standing. Picard and his people coming to
|
|
their feet too.
|
|
|
|
62 EMPHASIZING "Q" AND PRISONERS (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
as "Q" moves his bench into position.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
This trial is adjourned to allow
|
|
the criminals to be tested.
|
|
|
|
The Mandarin-bailiff LOUDLY CLANGS HIS BELL.
|
|
|
|
MANDARIN-BAILIFF
|
|
This honorable court is adjourned!
|
|
|
|
There is a smile coming onto the face of "Q" as he turns
|
|
to Picard.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
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.
|
|
|
|
"Q" WAVES TOWARD THEM, PRODUCING THE BLINDING LIGHT
|
|
EFFECT we've seen before -- and the EFFECT BECOMES:
|
|
|
|
63 INT. BATTLE BRIDGE
|
|
|
|
Picard and the others now in their normal garb and at
|
|
their regular stations, all beginning to register their
|
|
realization of where they now are.
|
|
|
|
64 ANGLES EMPHASIZING DATA, TROI, AND TASHA
|
|
|
|
Reacting to where they now find themselves. Data turns
|
|
to the Ops position.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Uh... what is present course, Ops?
|
|
|
|
The OPS OFFICER looks at Data, surprised.
|
|
|
|
OPS
|
|
(to Data)
|
|
It's exactly what the Captain
|
|
ordered, sir. Direct heading to
|
|
Farpoint Station.
|
|
|
|
64 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
Data has reviewed his console readings during this,
|
|
turns to Picard:
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Confirm we are on that heading,
|
|
sir.
|
|
|
|
OPS
|
|
(to Data)
|
|
Know anything about Farpoint?
|
|
It sounds like a fairly dull
|
|
place.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Actually, Ops, I've heard just
|
|
the opposite.
|
|
|
|
Picard, Data, Troi and Tasha exchange looks, then settle
|
|
back.
|
|
|
|
65 EXT. SPACE - LONG SHOT - PLANET (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
moving in on a yellowish ball of a planet glowing
|
|
against the black backdrop of starry space in the
|
|
reflected light of its sun. There is some cloud layer.
|
|
At this distance, the planet's land masses are vague
|
|
and indistinct.
|
|
|
|
RIKER'S VOICE
|
|
Personal log, Commander William
|
|
Riker, Star Date 42354.4, at
|
|
Farpoint Station.
|
|
|
|
66 CLOSER - ON THE PLANETS AND THE USS HOOD (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
An older class starship (the USS Hood) lies in
|
|
geosynchronous orbit above the planet.
|
|
|
|
RIKER'S VOICE
|
|
... U.S.S. Hood has dropped me
|
|
off at Farpoint Station where I
|
|
await the arrival of the new
|
|
U.S.S. Enterprise...
|
|
|
|
67 CLOSER - ON THE OLD CITY/STATION (SPEC.FX)
|
|
|
|
AN AERIAL VIEW of the small, obviously old Bandi city
|
|
connected to the modern sprawling spaceport/station,
|
|
both set in the middle of a harsh and forbidding
|
|
landscape. This is Farpoint Station. CAMERA PUSHES
|
|
IN on the Old City portion.
|
|
|
|
67 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
RIKER'S VOICE
|
|
... to which I have been assigned
|
|
as first officer. Meanwhile...
|
|
|
|
68 INT. OLD CITY CORRIDOR - PANNING RIKER
|
|
|
|
Commander William T. Riker approaching the door leading
|
|
to the office at Farpoint's Administrator.
|
|
|
|
RIKER'S VOICE
|
|
... I have been asked to visit
|
|
the office of Farpoint Station's
|
|
Administrator.
|
|
|
|
69 INT. ZORN'S OFFICE - OLD CITY - DAY - ANGLE ON RIKER AND ZORN 69
|
|
|
|
Riker ENTERING, crossing to an elegant, unusually shaped
|
|
desk where ZORN, the station Groppler (administrator)
|
|
rises and (unused to handshaking) at first offers the
|
|
wrong hand, then gets the procedure straightened out
|
|
with MUMBLED APOLOGIES. As with all the Bandi, Zorn
|
|
is tall, skinny, rather grey-looking -- appears to be
|
|
sixtyish (as do all the Bandi, including the young
|
|
ones.)
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
I thought you might like to know,
|
|
Commander Riker, that we've still
|
|
no word from your vessel. But,
|
|
I trust we have made your waiting
|
|
comfortable?
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Luxurious is more like it. Would
|
|
it seem ungrateful if I ask for
|
|
some information?
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
Anything!
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Fascinating how in the midst of
|
|
an old city like this, you've
|
|
built a completely modern
|
|
tritanium and duraglass space
|
|
station. Your energy supply must
|
|
be as abundant as I've heard.
|
|
|
|
69 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
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 how you've built this
|
|
station so rapidly and so... so
|
|
perfectly suited to our needs.
|
|
|
|
Pushes a desk top bowl of fruit toward Riker.
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
Would your care for an Earth
|
|
delicacy, Commander?
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Well, if there's an apple there...
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There isn't and we can SEE that this disappoints Zorn.
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RIKER
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(looking up; continues)
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|
It doesn't matter... what I was
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saying was...
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(sees something out of
|
|
SCENE)
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Well, I'll be damned!
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70 CAMERA PANS RIKER
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|
|
|
as he steps to the far end of Zorn's desk where ANGLE
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|
REVEALS a second bowl of fruit. Riker picks an apple
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|
from it.
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ZORN
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|
Ah... ah yes, there was another
|
|
selection here...
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RIKER
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|
(perplexed)
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|
Zorn, I would have sworn it wasn't
|
|
here a moment ago.
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ZORN
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|
And does your failure to notice
|
|
it make it unwelcome?
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(smiles)
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The same with Farpoint Station,
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|
Commander.
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|
(MORE)
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70 CONTINUED:
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ZORN (Cont'd)
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We hope a few easily answered
|
|
questions about it won't make
|
|
Starfleet appreciate it less.
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|
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|
Riker eyes Zorn thoughtfully, then takes a bite out of
|
|
the apple. He chews, then:
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|
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|
RIKER
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|
I'm sure it won't, sir.
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(raises apple up)
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|
And this is delicious. Thank you.
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(crossing to door)
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|
Good morning, Groppler Zorn.
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|
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|
He is EXITING even as Zorn levers himself out of his
|
|
own chair.
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|
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|
ZORN
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|
Good morning.
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|
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|
The door closes behind Riker, and Zorn turns around
|
|
angrily.
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|
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|
ZORN
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
You've been told not to do that.
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|
Why can't you understand? It will
|
|
arouse their suspicions.
|
|
|
|
As he speaks, CAMERA ANGLE WIDENS TO REVEAL clearly that
|
|
there is no one else in the room, nor does he appear
|
|
to be speaking into any sort of communication device.
|
|
He seems to be talking to the walls.
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
... and if that happens, we will
|
|
have to punish you. We will, I
|
|
promise you. We must!
|
|
|
|
No reply that we can hear. Is this man mad?
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
71 INT. FARPOINT FOYER
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|
|
|
In considerable contrast to Zorn's old city office we
|
|
just left, this structure has a "starbase" look with
|
|
its dazzling tritanium and glass construction. The few
|
|
people in sight are Starfleet personnel. ENTERING
|
|
FOREGROUND are DR. BEVERLY CRUSHER and her
|
|
fifteen-year-old son WESLEY.
|
|
|
|
71 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
Like most other humans of this century, she doesn't look
|
|
her age. Although forty years old, she looks hardly
|
|
more than thirty. Her attractiveness is underscored
|
|
by a naturally provocative walk -- the woman can't help
|
|
it. This is counter-balanced by her quick intelligence
|
|
and her professional knowledge and skill as a physician.
|
|
Her son, Wes, has that same quick intelligence,
|
|
multiplied by four. That lively brain is ensconced in
|
|
the body of a perfectly normal boy with moderate good
|
|
looks, a cheerful personality, but with considerable
|
|
maturity for someone his age.
|
|
|
|
72 ANOTHER ANGLE
|
|
|
|
Riker ENTERS SCENE behind them and hurries to catch up.
|
|
He calls:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Doctor Crusher...
|
|
|
|
WESLEY
|
|
Mother, it's Commander Riker.
|
|
|
|
Beverly slows, lets Riker walk along with them. We see
|
|
that despite her attractive face and form, she is
|
|
naturally dignified and a bit reserved with new
|
|
acquaintances like Riker.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
And hello to you, Wesley.
|
|
Enjoying Farpoint Station?
|
|
|
|
WESLEY
|
|
(happily)
|
|
Yes, sir.
|
|
|
|
Riker smiles at the boy. It's clear he approves of this
|
|
polite and likeable kid. Then he becomes aware that
|
|
Beverly has not answered his greeting and is waiting.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Saw you and thought I'd join your
|
|
stroll, if I may.
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
Actually, we're about to do some
|
|
shopping.
|
|
|
|
Riker throws her a look. Is she rejecting the offer
|
|
of his company?
|
|
|
|
72 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
I've been meaning to visit the
|
|
mall myself. If I'm welcome?
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
Of course.
|
|
|
|
She moves toward an exit door. Wes has been looking
|
|
from one to the other of them, interested in what
|
|
they've said... and not said.
|
|
|
|
73 INT. FARPOINT SHOPPING MALL - DAY
|
|
|
|
The ANGLE suggests a covered, airy mall with flowers
|
|
and trees -- many of them Earth types but with a
|
|
scattering of alien vegetation too. It is a spacious
|
|
walkway with a number of pleasant shops and booths.
|
|
In b.g. we SEE Bandi natives of this world, a tall and
|
|
greyish life form, quiet and overly polite. Beverly,
|
|
Wesley and Riker move down a line of shops.
|
|
|
|
74 CLOSER - BEVERLY, WESLEY, RIKER
|
|
|
|
as they walk, Wes continuing to eye the two adults.
|
|
Then:
|
|
|
|
WESLEY
|
|
If you're wondering about Mom,
|
|
Mister Riker, she's isn't actually
|
|
unfriendly. She's just shy around
|
|
men she doesn't know.
|
|
|
|
Beverly is startled; Riker amused.
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
Wesley... !
|
|
(swallows her annoyance;
|
|
to Riker)
|
|
I believe that means he would like
|
|
us to be friends.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(grins)
|
|
I'm willing, Doctor.
|
|
(more serious)
|
|
And although we're not officially
|
|
part of the Enterprise yet, I
|
|
thought there might be something
|
|
useful we could do while we wait.
|
|
|
|
74 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
Beverly stops at a table in front of a shop selling
|
|
exotic materials. The modest selections of cloth are
|
|
lined up on the table, some draped for best effect.
|
|
Beverly looks over them critically, feeling weight and
|
|
texture. The Bandi SHOPKEEPER has stayed at the rear
|
|
of the booth.
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
"Useful"? How and what,
|
|
Commander?
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Investigating some things I've
|
|
noticed here, Doctor. The last
|
|
was a piece of fruit...
|
|
|
|
Beverly has frowned over a particularly pretty piece
|
|
of material which she holds up for the shopkeeper to
|
|
see.
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
Would this be available in emerald
|
|
green?
|
|
|
|
The Bandi Merchant smiles, nods and takes the bolt of
|
|
cloth INTO A SMALL CLOSED OFF AREA BEHIND. Wes watches
|
|
the merchant go as Beverly turns to look at Riker
|
|
appraisingly.
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
I'm 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...
|
|
|
|
The Bandi Merchant comes quickly with the bolt of cloth
|
|
-- now emerald green -- interrupts Beverly by holding
|
|
it up for her approval.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Isn't it nice he happened to have
|
|
the right color?
|
|
|
|
Beverly glances sharply at Riker, suppressing a somewhat
|
|
chagrined look.
|
|
|
|
74 CONTINUED: (2)
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
(to Merchant)
|
|
Thank you. I'll take the entire
|
|
bolt. Charge it to Beverly
|
|
Crusher, Chief Medical Officer,
|
|
USS Enterprise.
|
|
|
|
The Merchant nods, ticks the information off on a flat
|
|
little gadget that dangles from his belt, hands her the
|
|
bolt of cloth.
|
|
|
|
75 ANOTHER ANGLE - DOLLYING WITH BEVERLY, RIKER, WESLEY
|
|
|
|
as they walk away, Riker enjoying the look that's come
|
|
onto her face over this incident.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Let's see, where were we?
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
I was accusing you of inventing
|
|
work in order to curry favor with
|
|
your new captain. I apologize.
|
|
|
|
WESLEY
|
|
Finding the exact right color took
|
|
him only about twelve seconds,
|
|
Mom.
|
|
|
|
They stop a little distance off and look back toward
|
|
the shop.
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
Maybe this is something Jean-Luc
|
|
Picard will want looked into.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Jean-Luc? You know Captain
|
|
Picard?
|
|
|
|
WESLEY
|
|
(proudly)
|
|
When I was little, he brought my
|
|
father's body home to us.
|
|
|
|
Riker is startled but Beverly only smiles, fondly pats
|
|
her son's head.
|
|
|
|
75 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
Yes, Wes, long, long ago.
|
|
(to Riker)
|
|
Shall we continue the walk? I'd
|
|
like to know you better, Mister
|
|
Riker.
|
|
|
|
CUT TO:
|
|
|
|
76 INT. FARPOINT LOUNGE - DAY - ON GEORDI AND MARKHAM
|
|
|
|
LT. GEORDI LaFORGE and ENSIGN SAWYER MARKHAM are in the
|
|
small, comfortable lounge area. Markham is a likeable
|
|
young man, enthusiastic, energetic. He is still
|
|
inclined to shoot from the hip rather than consider
|
|
before speaking, but he is a capable (and very new)
|
|
graduate of the Academy. We SEE Geordi at first only
|
|
from behind, and we may routinely register the fact he
|
|
is black.
|
|
|
|
MARKHAM
|
|
Where is she? They say she's
|
|
never late -- not since the old
|
|
burrhog took over the captain's
|
|
chair.
|
|
|
|
RIKER'S VOICE
|
|
You wouldn't be talking about the
|
|
Enterprise, would you, Ensign
|
|
Markham?
|
|
|
|
77 WIDER ANGLE
|
|
|
|
The two young men turn around sharply to find Riker has
|
|
come up behind them. The most important thing we notice
|
|
about Geordi is that he wears a strange flattish device
|
|
(like futuristic goggles) over his eyes. Although he
|
|
is technically blind, his head always turns toward the
|
|
person speaking to him because he can, in fact, see as
|
|
well or better than anyone through the use of the visual
|
|
prosthesis. As they realize that Riker is a senior
|
|
officer, both young men straighten to attention.
|
|
|
|
GEORDI/MARKHAM
|
|
Sir. Yes, sir.
|
|
|
|
Riker smiles at the ingrained and traditional response
|
|
of the recent Academy graduate.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
You can stand at ease, gentlemen.
|
|
We're not on the Enterprise yet.
|
|
|
|
77 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
MARKHAM
|
|
You know we're assigned to her,
|
|
sir.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(extending his hand)
|
|
Riker. I'm slated to be First
|
|
Officer.
|
|
(they shake hands)
|
|
I read the service records on all
|
|
new personnel on the trip out.
|
|
Excellent academic record at
|
|
Starfleet Academy, Mister Markham.
|
|
|
|
MARKHAM
|
|
Thank you, sir.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
And you, Mister LaForge. Captain
|
|
Dreyer praised your performance
|
|
on the Hood. Why did you request
|
|
transfer to the Enterprise?
|
|
|
|
GEORDI
|
|
Who wouldn't, sir? The biggest,
|
|
newest, fastest starship in the
|
|
fleet --
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Commanded by the best burrhog in
|
|
the fleet. Right, Mister Markham?
|
|
|
|
MARKHAM
|
|
(sheepishly)
|
|
Yes, sir.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(grins)
|
|
I've already forgotten who used
|
|
those words.
|
|
|
|
GEORDI
|
|
Shouldn't we have heard something
|
|
from her by now, sir?
|
|
|
|
A BANDI WOMAN approaches:
|
|
|
|
BANDI WOMAN
|
|
Commander Riker?
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Yes?
|
|
|
|
77 CONTINUED: (2)
|
|
|
|
BANDI WOMAN
|
|
The Enterprise has been picked
|
|
up on our monitors, sir. I should
|
|
tell you, sir, it is only the
|
|
Stardrive Section.
|
|
|
|
All three crewman are surprised to hear this.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(to Woman)
|
|
What about the Saucer Module?
|
|
|
|
BANDI WOMAN
|
|
We've received no explanation,
|
|
sir. But the captain signals that
|
|
you're to beam up immediately.
|
|
|
|
GEORDI
|
|
(to Markham)
|
|
Our new captain doesn't waste
|
|
time.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
A good rule for all of us to
|
|
follow, gentlemen.
|
|
|
|
Riker touches his communicator. His VOICE now 'treated'
|
|
to indicate he is transmitting. (This will be standard
|
|
communicator format.)
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
Enterprise, this is Commander
|
|
Riker on Farpoint. Standing by
|
|
to beam up.
|
|
|
|
TRANSPORTER EFFECT (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
FADE OUT.
|
|
|
|
PART FOUR
|
|
|
|
FADE IN:
|
|
|
|
78 EXT. SPACE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
The Enterprise stardrive module in orbit of the Farpoint
|
|
planet.
|
|
|
|
0 INT. STARDRIVE TRANSPORTER ROOM - ANGLE ON PLATFORM (OPTICCAL)
|
|
|
|
As Riker BEAMS IN. Lieutenant Tasha Yar of Security
|
|
is there, waiting until Riker is fully materialized,
|
|
then:
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
Lieutenant Yar of Security, sir.
|
|
Captain Picard will see you on
|
|
the Battle Bridge.
|
|
|
|
Riker was prepared to shake hands but Tasha is already
|
|
leading the way toward the turbolift.
|
|
|
|
80 INT. TURBOLIFT
|
|
|
|
As Riker follows her inside, she speaks quietly toward
|
|
the controls:
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
Battle bridge.
|
|
|
|
The doors snap closed and the lift moves. Riker looks
|
|
Tasha over, waiting, then:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
With the saucer gone, can I assume
|
|
something interesting happened
|
|
on your way here?
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
I'll let the captain explain, sir.
|
|
|
|
81 INT. BATTLE BRIDGE - ANGLE ON PICARD
|
|
|
|
He is seated in the command chair with Data and
|
|
a couple of other crewpersons at their stations.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
We are cleared into the standard
|
|
parking orbit, sir.
|
|
|
|
81 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(nods)
|
|
Make it so.
|
|
|
|
The bridge turbolift doors open, Riker ENTERS the bridge
|
|
after Tasha, follows her to Picard.
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
Commander Riker, sir.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Riker, W.T., reporting as ordered,
|
|
sir.
|
|
|
|
Picard takes his time, looking Riker over and then
|
|
offering his hand.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
I really didn't expect to welcome
|
|
you to half a starship, Riker.
|
|
(to Tasha)
|
|
Is the viewer ready?
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
All set up, sir.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(to Riker)
|
|
We'll first bring you up to date
|
|
on a little... "adventure" we had
|
|
on our way here, Commander. Then
|
|
we'll talk.
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
(to Riker)
|
|
This way, sir.
|
|
|
|
True, Picard does not waste time. Tasha is already
|
|
leading Riker toward a viewer at the aft section of the
|
|
Battle Bridge.
|
|
|
|
82 ANGLE ON AFT VIEWER
|
|
|
|
as Tasha motions Riker to the seat, turns the VIEWER
|
|
ON. The VIEWER SHOWS A SHOT FROM EARLIER WHEN "Q"
|
|
(ELIZABETHAN) HAD APPEARED AND IS TALKING TO Picard.
|
|
The VOICES ARE FAINT and Riker leans in, riveting
|
|
attention to the bridge record.
|
|
|
|
83 ANGLE ON PICARD AND DATA
|
|
|
|
as the android officer turns toward the captain.
|
|
|
|
83 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
(interrupting)
|
|
Message from the Saucer Module.
|
|
It will arrive here in fifty-one
|
|
minutes, sir.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Inform them we'll hook up as soon
|
|
as they arrive.
|
|
|
|
Picard stands, crosses past Tasha on his way to the
|
|
turbolift.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(to Tasha)
|
|
Bring him to my Ready Room when
|
|
he's done there.
|
|
|
|
Picard EXITS via turbolift.
|
|
|
|
84 ANGLE ON RIKER
|
|
|
|
Where VIEWER SHOWS ANGLE ON THE "Q" GRIDWORK STRETCHES
|
|
OVER THE HEAVENS, THEN SHOT OF "Q" (21st CENTURY).
|
|
Riker TURNS AWAY FROM VIEWER TOWARD CAMERA as he looks
|
|
at the crewpersons on the bridge. He speaks to no one
|
|
in particular.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
He calls that "a little
|
|
adventure"?
|
|
|
|
85 INT. BATTLE BRIDGE READY ROOM
|
|
|
|
Picard at a viewer going over a rather complex screen
|
|
of formulas. A KNOCK at the door, he turns the viewer
|
|
off.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Come.
|
|
|
|
Riker ENTERS, crosses to where the captain indicates
|
|
he's to sit. He does so, looking at Picard. Then:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Wow!
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(laughs, nods)
|
|
Exactly.
|
|
|
|
85 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
This "Q", sir... is he crazy?
|
|
I mean, seriously?
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Seriously, does it really matter
|
|
how we judge them? We're dealing
|
|
with something that can juggle
|
|
starships as if they were pebbles.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
It's a rather astonishing "little
|
|
adventure" you've had, Captain.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(snaps)
|
|
The issue isn't what we call it,
|
|
Commander. The important thing
|
|
is we can be dead certain...
|
|
accent on dead... that "Q" wasn't
|
|
joking. We're alive only because
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we were placed on "probation",
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a very serious kind of
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"probation".
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Over which we have heard a CHIME SOUND.
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PICARD
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(continuing)
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Go.
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DATA'S VOICE
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The Saucer Module is now entering
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orbit with us, sir.
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PICARD
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Acknowledged. Commander Riker will
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conduct a manual docking. Picard
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out.
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RIKER
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Sir?
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PICARD
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You've reported in, haven't you?
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You are qualified?
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RIKER
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Yes, sir.
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PICARD
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Then I meant now, Mister Riker.
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Riker jumps to his feet, EXITS. CAMERA PANS to Picard
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whose expression now relaxes. He's not too unhappy with
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what he's seen of his new first officer so far.
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86 EXT. SPACE - SAUCER SECTION, BATTLE SECTION (OPTICAL)
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As before, the Saucer Section is above and ahead of the
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battle section. The battle section is SLOWLY moving
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ahead toward the Saucer Section for link-up.
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87 INT. BATTLE BRIDGE - FULL SHOT
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Riker at the conn, concentrating. Tasha and Data are
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studying him, privately evaluating this new man.
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DATA
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You say you will be doing this
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manually, sir? No automation?
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RIKER
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As ordered.
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88 EMPHASIZING RIKER
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He's making a couple of calculations, glancing up at
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the viewscreen.
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89 ANGLE ON VIEWSCREEN (OPTICAL)
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The rear end of the saucer is moving closer, but it is
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still high.
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90 EMPHASIZING RIKER
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RIKER
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(to Data at Conn)
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Two percent rise. Up angle
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adjustment three degrees.
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Maintain docking speed.
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Ops and conn positions AD LIB repeats of Riker's orders.
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91 EXT. SPACE - SAUCER AND BATTLE SECTION (OPTICAL)
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The battle section is seen rising, angling forward
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slightly, still moving slowly toward the saucer.
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92 INT. BATTLE BRIDGE - EMPHASIZING RIKER
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glancing at the O.S. viewscreen, works his console
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again.
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RIKER
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Level her out. Maintain docking
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speed. Docking crew, prepare for
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reconnection.
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93 EXT. SPACE - ANGLE ON SAUCER AND BATTLE SECTION (OPTICAL)
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The two are level now, quite close together, the battle
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section still moving slowly forward.
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94 INT. BRIDGE - ANGLE ON RIKER
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Riker looks up at the viewscreen again.
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95 ANGLE ON VIEWSCREEN (OPTICAL)
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The saucer looms in the viewscreen -- everything is
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|
level, the docking section is dead ahead -- we are still
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moving forward.
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96 CLOSE ON RIKER
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He makes a couple of quick entries on his console.
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RIKER
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All stop. Her inertia should do
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the job now.
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97 EXT. SPACE - SAUCER AND BATTLE SECTION (OPTICAL)
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The two glide together smoothly.
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98 INT. BRIDGE - WIDE SHOT
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Riker hits a couple more tabs on his panel as:
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RIKER
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Rejoin lock-up... now.
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99 EXT. SPACE - FINAL HOOK-UP (OPTICAL)
|
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|
|
The reverse of disconnecting SHOTS we saw earlier --
|
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huge STARDRIVE SECTION and SAUCER MODULE MECHANISMS
|
|
MAKING FINAL HOOK-UP.
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100 EXT. ENTERPRISE IN ORBIT (OPTICAL)
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|
|
The docking complete.
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101 INT. TURBOLIFT
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|
|
|
Riker with Data, Tasha, and others. The time this takes
|
|
is indicative of the size of this new Enterprise.
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101 CONTINUED:
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RIKER (V.O.)
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|
Enterprise log, First Officer
|
|
entry. Ship's modules rejoined,
|
|
stardate 42354.71 with command
|
|
now transferred back to the main
|
|
bridge.
|
|
|
|
Riker looks up to see Tasha is watching him. Then:
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
Neatly done, sir.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
I don't imagine many mistakes
|
|
happen under Captain Picard.
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TASHA
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|
No sir, they don't.
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|
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|
102 INT. BRIDGE
|
|
|
|
As the turbolift arrives. Lt. Worf crosses toward it,
|
|
intercepts Riker.
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
I'm Lieutenant Worf, sir. Captain
|
|
Picard requests you come
|
|
immediately to his quarters.
|
|
|
|
Having had little more than a glance at this main
|
|
bridge, Riker turns and re-enters the turbolift.
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|
|
|
103 INT. PICARD'S CABIN
|
|
|
|
Much larger and more comfortable than the small battle
|
|
Ready Room we were in earlier. Picard is there, turning
|
|
as he hears a KNOCK:
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Come!
|
|
|
|
Riker ENTERS.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
A fairly routine maneuver but you
|
|
handled it quite well.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Thank you, sir. I hope I show
|
|
some promise.
|
|
|
|
103 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
An exchange of looks between the two. Clearly, Riker
|
|
is annoyed by this "faint praise" kind of welcome.
|
|
Picard leads the way to a setting for coffee.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Some coffee.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
No thank you, sir.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(pours himself a cup)
|
|
And now I have a kind of "what
|
|
sort of second-in-command have
|
|
I inherited?" question.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Yes sir, I thought you might.
|
|
|
|
There's nothing disrespectful in Riker's tone of voice,
|
|
but he does leave an impression that he's not to be
|
|
walked on either.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
I noticed in your envelope that
|
|
Captain DeSoto thinks very highly
|
|
of you. One curious thing,
|
|
however, you refused to let him
|
|
beam down to Altair IV?
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
In my opinion, sir, Altair IV was
|
|
too dangerous to risk exposing
|
|
the captain.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
I see. A captain's rank means
|
|
nothing to you.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Rather the reverse, sir. A
|
|
captain's life means a great deal
|
|
to me.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Let me postulate something here,
|
|
Mister Riker. Isn't it just possible
|
|
that you don't get to be a
|
|
starship captain without knowing
|
|
when it's safe to beam down or
|
|
not? Isn't it a little
|
|
presumptuous for a first officer
|
|
to second guess his captain's
|
|
judgment?
|
|
|
|
103 CONTINUED: (2)
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Permission to speak candidly, sir?
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Always.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
You've 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 the rules you lay
|
|
down. But under no circumstances
|
|
will I compromise your safety.
|
|
If you have a problem with that,
|
|
sir, you can put me back on the
|
|
Hood before she leaves.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
You don't intend to back off that
|
|
position?
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
No, sir, I can't.
|
|
|
|
Picard takes another beat to study him carefully, then:
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
One further thing... a special
|
|
favor I have to ask of you.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Anything, sir.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Using the same kind of strength
|
|
you showed with Captain DeSoto,
|
|
I'd 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
|
|
(nods)
|
|
Yes, sir. And families...
|
|
|
|
103 CONTINUED: (3)
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
And I don't feel comfortable with
|
|
children. But, since a captain
|
|
needs an image of "geniality"
|
|
toward the little monsters, you're
|
|
to see that's exactly what I
|
|
project.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Aye, sir.
|
|
|
|
For the first time, Picard smiles, extending his hand.
|
|
We see he's surprisingly warm when he wants to be.
|
|
Riker takes Picard's hand for a firm and friendly
|
|
handshake.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Welcome to the Enterprise, Mister
|
|
Riker.
|
|
|
|
104 INT. ENTERPRISE BRIDGE
|
|
|
|
as Riker steps out of the turbolift. He stops, takes
|
|
in the size of his compared to the Battle Bridge. The
|
|
Klingon Lieutenant is at the conn position. He turns,
|
|
seeing Riker:
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
Yes sir, Commander?
|
|
|
|
Riker crosses in, shakes hands.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Thank you, Lieutenant. Is
|
|
Commander Data on duty?
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
Commander Data is on a 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 the shuttlecraft? Can he just
|
|
beam over?
|
|
|
|
104 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
I suppose he could, sir. But the
|
|
admiral's a rather remarkable man.
|
|
|
|
105 INT. ENTERPRISE CORRIDOR - ANGLE AT INTERSECTION
|
|
|
|
DATA'S VOICE
|
|
But, sir, the transporter could
|
|
have you on the Hood in a matter
|
|
of seconds, Admiral.
|
|
|
|
Data and the admiral ENTER SCENE at the intersection.
|
|
The admiral is very old with an almost transparent look.
|
|
|
|
ADMIRAL
|
|
Have you got some reason to want
|
|
my atoms scattered all over space?
|
|
|
|
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.
|
|
|
|
The admiral stops. Facing Data, he draws himself. up
|
|
as straight as he can. His voice is crotchety and
|
|
trembly -- and fiercely stubborn.
|
|
|
|
ADMIRAL
|
|
My age? Hold it right there, boy,
|
|
what about my age?
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Sorry, sir. If that subject
|
|
troubles you...
|
|
|
|
ADMIRAL
|
|
Troubles me? What's so damned
|
|
troubling about not having died?
|
|
How old do you think I am?
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
One hundred forty-seven years,
|
|
Admiral. According to Starfleet
|
|
records.
|
|
|
|
ADMIRAL
|
|
Explain how you remember that so
|
|
exactly.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
I remember every fact I am exposed
|
|
to, sir.
|
|
|
|
105 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
The admiral peers at him closely, scowling.
|
|
|
|
ADMIRAL
|
|
I don't see any points on your
|
|
ears, boy, but you sound like a
|
|
Vulcan.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
No, sir. I am an android.
|
|
|
|
ADMIRAL
|
|
(snorts)
|
|
Almost as bad.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
(at a loss, but still
|
|
respectful)
|
|
I thought it was generally
|
|
accepted, sir, that Vulcans are
|
|
an advanced and most honorable
|
|
race.
|
|
|
|
The admiral stares at him a moment, his severe blue eyes
|
|
gentling and his feisty scowl fading. He pats Data's
|
|
sleeve and nods slightly.
|
|
|
|
ADMIRAL
|
|
They are, boy. They are. And
|
|
also damned annoying at times.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Yes, sir.
|
|
|
|
As they move away, Data gently assisting the old man:
|
|
|
|
ADMIRAL
|
|
This is a new ship, boy, but she's
|
|
got the right name. Remember
|
|
that.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
I will, sir.
|
|
|
|
ADMIRAL
|
|
You treat her like a lady.
|
|
(beat, quietly)
|
|
She'll always bring you home...
|
|
FADE OUT.
|
|
|
|
PART FIVE
|
|
|
|
FADE IN:
|
|
|
|
106 EXT. SPACE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
Both the Enterprise and the Hood in orbit close
|
|
together. CAMERA ANGLE shows how much LARGER the
|
|
Enterprise is.
|
|
|
|
107 INT. SICKBAY
|
|
|
|
Beverly is wearing medical "blue" -- or whatever color
|
|
Science personnel are going to be assigned. She steps
|
|
toward a LARGE VIEWSCREEN which comes on, showing
|
|
readouts indicative of the status of the ship's medical
|
|
facilities.
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
Show me the results of Captain
|
|
Picard's most recent physical
|
|
examination.
|
|
|
|
The screen promptly BEGINS TO FLASH UP PRINTED
|
|
INFORMATION, followed by X-Ray type shots, etc. Beverly
|
|
studies it for awhile.
|
|
|
|
PICARD'S VOICE
|
|
Already at work, Doctor?
|
|
|
|
108 ANOTHER ANGLE
|
|
|
|
As Beverly turns to find Captain Picard ENTERING. She
|
|
nods in answer to his question.
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
Yes, on a subject that's very
|
|
important to this mission,
|
|
Captain.
|
|
(unhurriedly to
|
|
computer)
|
|
Screen off.
|
|
|
|
The screen GOES DARK.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
I wanted to say "welcome aboard."
|
|
|
|
109 CLOSER ANGLE - BEVERLY AND PICARD
|
|
|
|
As if they're appraising each other, then:
|
|
|
|
109 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
Thank you, Captain.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
And I thought I should talk to
|
|
you very personally about your
|
|
assignment here.
|
|
|
|
110 CLOSER TWO SHOT
|
|
|
|
As Beverly nods, waits for him to continue.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
I wanted you to know I protested
|
|
your posting to the Enterprise.
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
Oh? Do you consider me
|
|
unqualified?
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Hardly. Your service record shows
|
|
you exactly the kind of CMO I'd
|
|
want.
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
Then you must object to me
|
|
personally. Has it to do with
|
|
our last meeting?
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
I'm trying to be considerate of
|
|
your feelings, Doctor Crusher.
|
|
For you to serve with a commanding
|
|
officer who would continually
|
|
remind you of such a terrible
|
|
personal tragedy...
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
(annoyed; snaps)
|
|
If I had any objections to serving
|
|
with you, I wouldn't have
|
|
requested this assignment,
|
|
Captain.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
You requested this posting?
|
|
|
|
He turns to exit. Beverly stirs, and her next words
|
|
stop him.
|
|
|
|
110 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
Captain. My feelings about my
|
|
husband's death will have no
|
|
effect on the way I serve you,
|
|
this vessel, or this mission.
|
|
|
|
Picard gives it a moment's thought, extends his hand.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Then, welcome aboard, Doctor.
|
|
I'm pleased to have you here.
|
|
|
|
Beverly allows only a perfunctory handshake.
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
Thank you. And now, if I can
|
|
return to my duties...
|
|
|
|
It is clear that Picard wanted to say more but she has
|
|
neatly blocked any further conversation.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(uncomfortably)
|
|
Well... as I said, "welcome
|
|
Aboard".
|
|
|
|
She doesn't respond further and he has no choice but
|
|
to turn and exit.
|
|
|
|
111 EXT. SPACE - ENTERPRISE AND HOOD IN ORBIT (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
Again, EMPHASIZING the considerable difference in the
|
|
sizes of the two starships as we SEE that the USS Hood
|
|
is PULLING AWAY, LEAVING ORBIT.
|
|
|
|
112 INT. BRIDGE - ANGLE ON RIKER
|
|
|
|
He is standing before the huge viewscreen. Behind him
|
|
is the young Klingon, Worf, at the conn position with
|
|
the rest of the bridge stations only nominally manned.
|
|
Set in geosynchronous orbit over the planet, the
|
|
Enterprise requires minimal monitoring at this time.
|
|
|
|
113 ANGLE ON TURBOLIFT DOORS
|
|
|
|
They OPEN, and Picard steps out onto the bridge.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Have you signaled the Hood, Mister
|
|
Riker?
|
|
|
|
113 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(nods)
|
|
Your exact message.
|
|
(in French)
|
|
Bon voyage mon amie. Aye, sir.
|
|
|
|
114 ANOTHER ANGLE - TO INCLUDE MAIN VIEWER
|
|
|
|
as Picard smiles and steps toward it.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
And what was my answer, computer?
|
|
|
|
MAIN VIEWER FLICKERS, then startles us with an ugly
|
|
FLASH OF LIGHT that becomes an IMAGE OF "Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
who is in LIMBO, but looking directly at Picard. His
|
|
VOICE BOOMS LOUDLY, annoyed in tone:
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
DO YOU EXPECT ME TO WAIT PATIENTLY
|
|
THROUGH ALL THIS NONSENSE? OR
|
|
DID YOU THINK I WAS GONE?
|
|
|
|
Picard is as startled as Riker. The young Klingon,
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Worf, comes tumbling out of the conn position, drawing
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his phaser and placing himself protectively between
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Picard and the threatening "Q" image.
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PICARD
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Do you intend to blast a hole
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through the viewer, Lieutenant?
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Worf apologetically puts his phaser away, lets Picard
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wave him aside.
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PICARD
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(continuing)
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If the purpose of this is to test
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human worth, your honor, you must
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|
let us proceed in a normal human
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|
way.
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"Q" (JUDGE)
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YOU ARE DILATORY! YOU HAVE
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TWENTY-FOUR HOURS! ANY FURTHER
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DELAY AND YOU RISK SUMMARY
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JUDGEMENT AGAINST YOU, CAPTAIN.
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A FLASH OF LIGHT and the main viewer returns to an image
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of the planet below.
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115 ANOTHER ANGLE
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WORF
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Sorry, sir...
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RIKER
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No criticism. You reacted fast...
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PICARD
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... but in a completely useless
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way.
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WORF
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I'll learn to do better, sir.
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PICARD
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Of course you will. We've a long
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|
voyage ahead of us.
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Picard dismisses Worf with a flicker of a smile which
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takes the sting out of what he just said.
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RIKER
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(lowers voice)
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Hope you're right, sir. About
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the long voyage ahead.
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Picard looks to main viewer as if checking that "Q" is
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truly gone.
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PICARD
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I hope so too.
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RIKER
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What do we do, sir? With them
|
|
monitoring every move, every
|
|
word...
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PICARD
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S.O.P., Mister Riker.
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RIKER
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Standard Operating Procedures?
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PICARD
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(nods)
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We do exactly what we'd do if this
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"Q" never existed. If we're going
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to be damned, let's be damned for
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what we really are.
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Riker is suddenly very pleased with this captain. He
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nods emphatically.
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FADE OUT.
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PART SIX
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FADE IN:
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116 EXT. SPACE (OPTICAL)
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U.S.S. Enterprise in orbit of planet Cygnus IV.
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PICARD V.O.
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Captain's log, stardate 42372.5.
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Of the twenty-four hours "Q"
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allotted us to prove ourselves...
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117 INT. BRIDGE - ANGLE INCLUDING MAIN VIEWER
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Minimum bridge crew on duty.
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PICARD V.O.
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... eleven have now passed without
|
|
incident. And yet I cannot forget
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"Q's" prediction that we will face
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|
here some critical test of human
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|
worth.
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118 INT. BRIDGE READY ROOM
|
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Picard and Riker comparing notes.
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RIKER
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This planet's interior heat
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|
results in abundant geothermal
|
|
energy, sir. But it's about all
|
|
this world does offer.
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PICARD
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And it's your belief that this
|
|
is what made it possible for them
|
|
to construct this base to
|
|
Starfleet standards?
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RIKER
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|
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.
|
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|
118 CONTINUED:
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PICARD
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|
(smiles)
|
|
Perhaps it's like those incidents
|
|
you describe in your report as
|
|
"almost magical" attempts to
|
|
please us.
|
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|
RIKER
|
|
Those events did happen, sir.
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|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
And in time we'll discover the
|
|
explanation. Meanwhile, none of
|
|
it suggests anything threatening.
|
|
If only every life form had as
|
|
much desire to please Starfleet.
|
|
(stands)
|
|
Ready to beam down? I'm looking
|
|
forward to meeting this Groppler
|
|
Zorn.
|
|
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|
Picard is leading Riker to the cabin door.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
I'm convinced there's more to it
|
|
than just "pleasing us", sir.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(as they exit)
|
|
Like something "Q" is doing to
|
|
trick us?
|
|
|
|
119 INT. BRIDGE
|
|
|
|
As Picard and Riker enter from the adjoining Ready Room.
|
|
Troi is just arriving in the turbolift and Picard calls
|
|
to her.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Over here, Counselor!
|
|
(to Riker)
|
|
I've asked her to join us in this
|
|
meeting.
|
|
(indicating)
|
|
May I introduce our new first
|
|
officer, Commander William Riker.
|
|
Mister Riker, our ship's
|
|
counselor, Deanna Troi.
|
|
|
|
120 TWO SHOT - RIKER AND TROI
|
|
|
|
He's obviously stunned to find her here, although she
|
|
isn't at all surprised.
|
|
|
|
TROI'S VOICE
|
|
(carrying her thoughts)
|
|
Do you remember what I taught you,
|
|
Izmadi? Can you still sense my
|
|
thoughts?
|
|
|
|
Then, she holds out her hand formally.
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
A pleasure, Commander.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(nervously)
|
|
I, ah... likewise, Counselor.
|
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|
|
121 ANGLE INCLUDING PICARD
|
|
|
|
Studying the two of them with some curiosity now.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(to Riker)
|
|
Have the two of you met before?
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
We... we have, sir.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Excellent. I consider it
|
|
important that my key officers
|
|
know each other's abilities.
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
We do, sir; we do.
|
|
|
|
Meanwhile, Picard has indicated the turbolift and is
|
|
leading them toward it.
|
|
|
|
122 EMPHASIZING TROI
|
|
|
|
As she looks back toward Riker serenely.
|
|
|
|
TROI'S VOICE
|
|
(her thoughts)
|
|
I, too, would never say goodbye,
|
|
Izmadi.
|
|
|
|
123 EXT. FARPOINT STATION (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
ESTABLISHING SHOT as:
|
|
|
|
PICARD'S VOICE
|
|
My crew and I need a bit more
|
|
information...
|
|
|
|
124 INT. ZORN'S OFFICE
|
|
|
|
Where Zorn sits behind his desk, his posture and
|
|
attitude indicating some nervousness. Seated facing
|
|
him are Picard, Riker, and Troi. We see that Zorn's
|
|
attention is on Troi.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
... before we make our
|
|
recommendations to Starfleet.
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
No objections to that, but...
|
|
(eyeing Troi again)
|
|
... but I'm puzzled over your
|
|
bringing a Betazoid to this. If
|
|
her purpose here is to probe my
|
|
thoughts, sir...
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
I can sense only strong emotions,
|
|
Groppler. I am only half Betazoid;
|
|
my father was a Starfleet officer.
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
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 too.
|
|
|
|
125 ANGLE EMPHASIZING TROI
|
|
|
|
As her expression begins to indicate an awareness of
|
|
something distressing, something painful. During which:
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
Unfortunately, Captain, we are
|
|
not interested in building other
|
|
facilities.
|
|
|
|
126 ANGLE EMPHASIZING PICARD AND RIKER
|
|
|
|
This stumps Picard for a moment, during which:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
If I may, Captain...
|
|
(gets a nod)
|
|
Then a trade, Groppler? Some
|
|
things you need in return for the
|
|
loan of architects and engineers
|
|
who can demonstrate your
|
|
techniques.
|
|
|
|
127 EMPHASIZING ZORN
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
We Bandi do not wish to leave our
|
|
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...
|
|
|
|
Zorn interrupted by a small GROAN coming from Troi.
|
|
Her eyes are now closed over a strong distress she's
|
|
sensing.
|
|
|
|
128 VARIOUS OTHER ANGLES
|
|
|
|
As appropriate.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Counselor... ? What is it?
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
(glancing toward Zorn)
|
|
Do you want it described here,
|
|
sir?
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Yes! No secrets here if we're
|
|
all to be friends.
|
|
(to Zorn)
|
|
Agreed, Groppler?
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
We ourselves have nothing to hide,
|
|
but...
|
|
|
|
128 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
(another GROAN,
|
|
grimacing)
|
|
Pain... pain, loneliness, terrible
|
|
loneliness, despair...
|
|
(indicates Zorn)
|
|
I'm not sensing him, sir. Or any
|
|
of his people... but it's
|
|
something very close to this location.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(to Zorn, demandingly)
|
|
The source of this? Do you have
|
|
any idea?
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
No!
|
|
(stands)
|
|
No, absolutely not. And I find
|
|
nothing helpful or productive in
|
|
any of this!
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(stands, to Zorn)
|
|
That's it? No other comment?
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
What do you expect form us? We
|
|
offer a base designed to your
|
|
needs, luxurious even by human
|
|
standards...
|
|
|
|
Riker and Troi come to their feet too as Picard
|
|
interrupts.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
... while refusing to answer even
|
|
our simplest questions about it.
|
|
(to Riker)
|
|
We'll adjourn for now...
|
|
(to Zorn)
|
|
... while we all reconsider our
|
|
positions.
|
|
|
|
The three CROSS toward the exit.
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
Captain, the Ferengi would be very
|
|
interested in a base like this.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Fine. I hope they find you as
|
|
tasty as their other past
|
|
associates.
|
|
|
|
Picard and his people EXIT.
|
|
|
|
129 EXT. SPACE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
The U.S.S. Enterprise still in orbit over Cygnus IV.
|
|
|
|
130 INT. HOLODECK CORRIDOR
|
|
|
|
Riker moving as if seeking someone. He intercepts a
|
|
YOUNG ENSIGN who is passing and the junior officer sees
|
|
Riker's emblem of rank and snaps to attention.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Ensign, can you help me find
|
|
Commander Data? I was told he's
|
|
somewhere on this deck.
|
|
|
|
YOUNG ENSIGN
|
|
This way, sir.
|
|
|
|
131 ANGLE AT CORRIDOR WALL
|
|
|
|
As the Ensign steps to a black surface of the corridor
|
|
wall.
|
|
|
|
YOUNG ENSIGN
|
|
You must be new to these galaxy
|
|
class starships, sir.
|
|
(puts hand on the black
|
|
surface, saying)
|
|
Tell me the location of Commander
|
|
Data.
|
|
|
|
At the touch and the words "Tell me" the black surface
|
|
comes alive with light patterns showing appropriate
|
|
information.
|
|
|
|
COMPUTER VOICE
|
|
Lieutenant Commander Data... now
|
|
located in Holodeck area 4-J.
|
|
|
|
YOUNG ENSIGN
|
|
(indicating readout)
|
|
And as you see, sir, it's pointing
|
|
you that way.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Go that way? How far?
|
|
|
|
YOUNG ENSIGN
|
|
(smiles)
|
|
You'll know, sir.
|
|
|
|
Riker AD LIBS a thanks, goes in the indicated direction.
|
|
|
|
132 PANNING RIKER
|
|
|
|
Moving off in the indicated direction. Then the black
|
|
surface there comes alive with a FLASHING DIRECTION
|
|
SIGNAL.
|
|
|
|
COMPUTER VOICE
|
|
This way, please. The next
|
|
hatchway on your right.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(responding
|
|
automatically)
|
|
Thank you...
|
|
|
|
COMPUTER VOICE
|
|
You're more than welcome,
|
|
Commander Riker.
|
|
|
|
Which startles him a bit but he walks on and turns right
|
|
at a sophisticated looking Holodeck Hatchway.
|
|
|
|
133 EXT. PARKLAND
|
|
|
|
The Parkland hidden at this moment by a WILD SECTION
|
|
OF CORRIDOR WALL AND HATCHWAY which, when the hatch is
|
|
opened, will REVEAL PARKLAND.
|
|
|
|
COMPUTER VOICE
|
|
(continuing without
|
|
delay)
|
|
And if you care to enter,
|
|
Commander...
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(snaps; interrupting)
|
|
I do.
|
|
|
|
Immediately, the hatch slides open and we SEE THE
|
|
PARKLAND (LOCATION). It looks (and is) real, including
|
|
land contours, trees, and even a small stream nearby.
|
|
Beyond that the Parkland stretches off for what appears
|
|
to be miles and miles away to the horizon.
|
|
|
|
134 ANGLE BACK TOWARD HATCHWAY
|
|
|
|
As Riker ENTERS through it and stands inspecting the
|
|
Parkland scene with genuine appreciation and then HEARS
|
|
SOMEONE WHISTLING A MELODY, but doing it rather badly
|
|
and laboriously.
|
|
|
|
135 ANGLE PAST RIKER INTO PARKLAND
|
|
|
|
As he MOVES AWAY, seeking the source of the WHISTLING
|
|
which will begin to grow LOUDER now.
|
|
|
|
136 ANGLE AT STREAM
|
|
|
|
As Riker crosses, stepping from rock to rock. He makes
|
|
a misstep, almost falls, then recovers and gets across.
|
|
He looks back at the stone which caused it.
|
|
|
|
137 CLOSER ON RIKER
|
|
|
|
As he walks, the WHISTLING is nearby now. He stops,
|
|
calls:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Hello!
|
|
|
|
The WHISTLING has continued without pause, Riker cocks
|
|
his ear, corrects his direction slightly.
|
|
|
|
138 EXT. WOODLAND GLEN
|
|
|
|
Riker ENTERS SHOT through shrubbery, sees something and
|
|
stops.
|
|
|
|
139 ANGLE ON DATA
|
|
|
|
Lying there, cushioned by deep grass. He's totally
|
|
absorbed in certain melody notes he's attempting -- and
|
|
keeps missing.
|
|
|
|
140 PANNING RIKER
|
|
|
|
Moving onto TWO SHOT where he stops, and WHISTLES the
|
|
same melody, hitting the correct notes. A startled Data
|
|
looks up blankly, then comes quickly to his feet, but
|
|
Riker waves him back down, sits beside him.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Marvelous how easily humans do
|
|
that, sir. I still need much
|
|
practice.
|
|
|
|
Riker, acting uncomfortable, avoids the subject. He
|
|
hesitates, then:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
There are some puzzles down on
|
|
the planet that Captain Picard
|
|
wants answered. He suggests I
|
|
put you on the away team I'll be
|
|
using.
|
|
|
|
140 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
I shall endeavor to give
|
|
satisfaction, sir.
|
|
|
|
Riker hesitates, wanting to say something but not sure
|
|
how to begin.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Uh, yes. And when the captain
|
|
suggested you I, uh, looked up
|
|
your record...
|
|
(hesitates)
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Yes sir, a wise procedure always.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Your rank of lieutenant commander,
|
|
I assume now must be honorary.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
No, sir. Starfleet Class of '78;
|
|
honors in quantum mathematics
|
|
and exobiology.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
But your files... they say you're
|
|
a...
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
(waits, then)
|
|
Machine? Correct, sir. Does that
|
|
trouble you?
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(hesitates)
|
|
To be honest... yes, a little.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Understood, sir. Prejudice is
|
|
very human.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Now that troubles me. Do you
|
|
consider yourself superior to us?
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
I am superior in many ways. But
|
|
I would gladly give it up to be
|
|
human.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(studies Data, then)
|
|
Nice to meet you, Pinocchio,
|
|
|
|
140 CONTINUED: (2)
|
|
|
|
Data seems confused by this.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(continuing; explains)
|
|
A joke.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
(straight-faced)
|
|
Ah! Intriguing.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(big grin)
|
|
You're going to be an interesting
|
|
companion, Mister Data.
|
|
|
|
FADE OUT.
|
|
|
|
PART SEVEN
|
|
|
|
FADE IN:
|
|
|
|
141 EXT. PARKLAND - RIKER AND DATA
|
|
|
|
We HEAR A VOICE (Wesley) and Riker gets to his feet,
|
|
looks off in that direction.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
This pattern is quite popular,
|
|
sir. Perhaps because it
|
|
duplicates Earth so well, Coming
|
|
here,
|
|
(apologetically)
|
|
makes me feel as if I'm human too.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(taking it all in)
|
|
I didn't believe these could be
|
|
so 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
|
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Yes, of course.
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(indicates)
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And all these have much simpler
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patterns.
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142 EXT. PARKLAND AT STREAM
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Data leading the way, then indicates.
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DATA
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The rear wall.
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RIKER
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(peers)
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I can't see it.
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DATA
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You will.
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PANNING RIKER TOWARD US
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He's squinting hard now. Then he stops, reacts at
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something he can now make out.
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RIKER
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Incredible!
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143 INT. STAGE HOLODECK - ANGLE PAST RIKER (OPTICAL)
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As he hurries toward where we can now SEE the holodeck
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wall (REAR PROJECTION SCREEN) on which we can now SEE
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that the PARKLAND soil, rocks and vegetation blend with
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the PROJECTED IMAGE there. Astonished, Riker backs away
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from this, squinting again.
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144 EXT. REAL PARKLAND - RIKER'S P.O.V.
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Where, of course, the wall blend is no longer visible.
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WESLEY'S VOICE
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(calling)
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Mister Riker, isn't this great?
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MEDIUM ON RIKER
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Turning, then grinning, waving.
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RIKER'S P.O.V. - THE ROCK CROSSING AT STREAM
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Where Wes Crusher is hurrying toward us, bouncing from
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rock to rock.
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WESLEY
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This is one of the simpler
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patterns, Mister Riker. They've
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|
got thousands more, some you just
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|
can't believe.
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ANGLE TO INCLUDE RIKER AND DATA
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Moving down the stream.
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RIKER
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Careful, that next rock is
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loose... !
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WIDER ANGLE
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As that rock moves underfoot, tumbling Wes into the
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stream.
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PANNING DATA IN, demonstrating his enormous strength
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as he easily lifts Wesley completely out of the water.
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An amazed Wesley looks at Data.
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WESLEY
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Wow!
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145 EXT. PARKLAND - ANGLE ON WILD HATCHWAY AND CORRIDOR SECTION
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As the hatchway smoothly SLIDES OPEN AGAIN. Through
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it is REVEALED THE PARKLAND, through which Riker, Data
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and a very wet Wesley make their way to the HATCHWAY.
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As they MOVE THROUGH HATCHWAY, the bulkhead BEGINS
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CLOSING.
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146 INT. HOLODECK CORRIDOR - ANGLE ON CAPTAIN PICARD
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|
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|
The Captain walking with a Senior Officer when he sees
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Riker and the others. He motions the Senior Officer
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|
to continue on by himself, stops and waits.
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|
VARIOUS ANGLES - AS APPROPRIATE
|
|
|
|
As Riker, Data and Wes move INTO SHOT with Picard. Wes
|
|
is instantly aware that his soaked clothing is dripping
|
|
water onto the starship deck. He'd like to remove
|
|
himself but knows that Picard has already seen his
|
|
puddle forming on the deck.
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|
|
RIKER
|
|
Mister Data has agreed to join
|
|
my away team, Captain.
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PICARD
|
|
(with another glance
|
|
toward Wes's puddle)
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|
Very good.
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|
WES
|
|
Sir, maybe I should get something
|
|
to wipe this water up.
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PICARD
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|
(coolly)
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Good idea.
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|
Picard turns and EXITS.
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|
147 INT. SICKBAY - BEVERLY AND WESLEY
|
|
|
|
Wesley is wiping himself dry now. He is
|
|
enthusiastically trying to explain his adventures.
|
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|
|
WESLEY
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|
-- and there's a low gravity
|
|
gymnasium, too. It would be hard
|
|
to get bored on this ship.
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148 CLOSER TWO SHOT - BEVERLY AND WESLEY
|
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|
|
As he wipes, he's been turning something over in his
|
|
mind.
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|
|
WESLEY
|
|
Mom...
|
|
(beat)
|
|
could you get me a look at the
|
|
bridge?
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
That's against the captain's
|
|
standing orders.
|
|
|
|
WESLEY
|
|
Are you afraid of the captain,
|
|
too?
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
I certainly am not!
|
|
|
|
WESLEY
|
|
But Captain Picard is a pain,
|
|
isn't he?
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
Your father liked him very much.
|
|
Great explorers are often lonely,
|
|
... no chance to have a family...
|
|
|
|
WESLEY
|
|
Just a look, at the bridge, Mom.
|
|
From the turbolift when the doors
|
|
open. I wouldn't get off. I
|
|
promise.
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
You're looking for trouble, Wes.
|
|
|
|
He shuts up. Beverly looks at him and can't ignore the
|
|
very real want in his eyes.
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
Let's see what we can do.
|
|
|
|
On Wes's delighted grin:
|
|
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|
CUT TO:
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|
149 EXT. FARPOINT STATION/CITY - DAY - EMPHASIZING STATION
|
|
|
|
TO ESTABLISH our location.
|
|
|
|
150 INT. STATION SHOPPING AREA - DAY - ON AWAY TEAM
|
|
|
|
Which is made up of Riker, Data, Troi, Tasha and Geordi.
|
|
There are a number of people in the mall area, some in
|
|
identifiable Enterprise-type uniforms. The others are
|
|
in various civilian clothes. They are taking in the
|
|
Bandi shops, booths, food and drink offered by Bandi
|
|
vendors.
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
Recommend that someone could begin
|
|
by examining the underside of the
|
|
station, sir.
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
Our sensors do show some passages
|
|
down there, sir. Perhaps you and
|
|
I?
|
|
|
|
Troi glances at Riker with just a shade of archness,
|
|
perhaps the lift of an eyebrow. Riker glances away,
|
|
troubled.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Tasha, you and the Counselor.
|
|
|
|
Troi and Tasha move off. Riker turns to Geordi.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Let's us start with the topside.
|
|
Have you noticed anything unusual?
|
|
|
|
Riker and the others move out of scene, examining
|
|
everything they pass.
|
|
|
|
DISSOLVE TO:
|
|
|
|
151 INT. ANOTHER STATION AREA
|
|
|
|
ON GEORDI as he looks around the area, moving slowly
|
|
and carefully scanning. Then he shakes his head.
|
|
|
|
GEORDI
|
|
Well, I can't see through solid
|
|
matter, sir, but the material so
|
|
far looks very ordinary.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Confirmed by the construction
|
|
records, sir. Almost exactly the
|
|
same material that Starfleet uses.
|
|
|
|
Riker reaches to his insignia, to switch on his
|
|
communicator.
|
|
|
|
151 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Riker to Tasha, Troi, come in!
|
|
|
|
We milk the next few moments, Riker growing
|
|
apprehensive. Then, finally, with Riker showing relief:
|
|
|
|
TASHA'S VOICE
|
|
(from communicator)
|
|
We were about to call you, Team
|
|
Leader. We've found something
|
|
interesting.
|
|
|
|
152 INT. UNDERGROUND PASSAGEWAY
|
|
|
|
Not at all what one would expect of a "service tunnel",
|
|
if this is indeed that. These are smooth, rounded,
|
|
glistening walls whose GLOW lights up the entire
|
|
passageway. (We'll see something similar later on a
|
|
mystery vessel). Tasha is activating her communicator.
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
We're in a passageway directly
|
|
under the station sir. But the
|
|
tunnel walls here are make from
|
|
something we've never seen before.
|
|
|
|
RIKER'S VOICE
|
|
And Troi, have you sensed anything
|
|
there?
|
|
|
|
Troi appears reluctant as she activates her
|
|
communicator.
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
Sir, I've avoided opening my mind.
|
|
Whatever I sensed in the
|
|
Groppler's office became very
|
|
painful.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
I'm sorry, Counselor, but you
|
|
must. We need more information.
|
|
|
|
Troi complies... then her face contorts in agony and
|
|
a SMALL SCREAM ESCAPES. She sinks to her knees, Tasha
|
|
hurrying in to support her.
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
No, no, such pain. It's so close to
|
|
us here... pain, pain..
|
|
|
|
152 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
RIKER'S VOICE
|
|
(overlapping)
|
|
Hang on, I'm coming... Enterprise,
|
|
lock us onto her signal!
|
|
|
|
Tasha has her arm around Troi, whispering words of
|
|
comfort.
|
|
|
|
153 ANOTHER ANGLE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
After a moment, the familiar TRANSPORTER SOUND BEGINS.
|
|
Riker, Data, and Geordi BEAM IN, SOLIDIFY. Then Riker
|
|
hurries over to Troi while Data and Geordi examine their
|
|
surroundings with great curiosity.
|
|
|
|
154 ANGLE ON TROI
|
|
|
|
Riker helping her very tenderly:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
I'm sorry. Close your mind from
|
|
the pain...
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
It's also unhappiness... terrible
|
|
despair...
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Who?
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
I don't know! No lifeform anything
|
|
like us.
|
|
|
|
Riker is looking around at the glowing walls.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
What in the hell kind of place
|
|
is this?
|
|
(turning)
|
|
Geordi, what do you see?
|
|
|
|
Geordi has been inspecting the wall closely. He shakes
|
|
his head.
|
|
|
|
GEORDI
|
|
It's of no material I recognize,
|
|
sir. Or have even heard of.
|
|
|
|
155 EXT. SPACE - ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
As before, in geosynchronous orbit.
|
|
|
|
156 INT. ENTERPRISE BRIDGE - ANGLE ON PICARD
|
|
|
|
in the captain's chair. The bridge is nominally manned
|
|
at this time. We will see Worf at the ops panel.
|
|
Picard glances around as the SOUND OF THE TURBOLIFT
|
|
DOORS OPENING COMES OVER, and he freezes.
|
|
|
|
157 PICARD'S P.O.V. - BEVERLY AND WESLEY
|
|
|
|
standing just inside the turbolift door. Beverly is
|
|
uncomfortable; Wes is all eyes, taking in as much as
|
|
he possibly can in this one limited look at his dream
|
|
place. Beverly starts to step out, gesturing to Wes
|
|
to stay in the turbolift.
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
Permission to report to the
|
|
captain...
|
|
|
|
158 WIDER ANGLE - INCLUDING PICARD, BEVERLY
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(coolly)
|
|
Children are not allowed on the
|
|
bridge, Doctor.
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
Captain, my son is not on the
|
|
bridge. He merely accompanied
|
|
me on the turbolift.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Your son?
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
His name's Wesley. You last saw
|
|
him years ago when...
|
|
|
|
She trails her words; Picard understands.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Oh, back then.
|
|
|
|
He glances from Beverly to Wesley, clears his throat.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
Well -- as long as he's here...
|
|
|
|
159 WIDER - INCLUDING WESLEY, BEVERLY, PICARD
|
|
|
|
Wesley looks to Picard hopefully. Beverly waits, then
|
|
Picard shrugs, tries to sound friendly.
|
|
|
|
159 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
I knew your father, Wesley. Want
|
|
a look around?
|
|
|
|
Wesley is out like a shot.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(continuing; quickly)
|
|
But don't touch anything!
|
|
|
|
Wes is in awe. To him, this is the equivalent of a
|
|
devout Catholic stepping into the nave of St. Peter's
|
|
Basilica. The turbolift is on the level of the
|
|
"horseshoe", so the command positions are spread below
|
|
him. Picard moves down to the captain's chair level,
|
|
Wes moving with him. He is careful to put his feet down
|
|
just right so he doesn't even scuff the floor. Picard
|
|
watches, steps aside to gesture toward the command
|
|
chair.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
Try it out.
|
|
(as Wes does so)
|
|
The panel on your right is for
|
|
log entries, library-computer
|
|
access and retrieval, viewscreen
|
|
control, intercoms, and so on.
|
|
|
|
WESLEY
|
|
(nodding; pointing)
|
|
Yes sir. And here, the backup conn
|
|
and ops panels, plus armament and
|
|
shield controls.
|
|
|
|
Picard looks closely at Wes, perplexed.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
The forward viewscreen is
|
|
controlled by the ops position...
|
|
|
|
WESLEY
|
|
Yes sir, which uses high
|
|
resolution, multi-spectral imaging
|
|
sensor systems...
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
How the hell do you know that,
|
|
boy?
|
|
|
|
Before Beverly or Wes can reply, a VERY DISTINCTIVE
|
|
SIGNAL SOUNDS (Captain's comm signal) and Wes, closest
|
|
to the control, transfers the signal into audio as:
|
|
|
|
159 CONTINUED: (2)
|
|
|
|
WES
|
|
Perimeter alert, Captain!
|
|
|
|
Wesley is instantly embarrassed; Beverly is mortified;
|
|
Picard is ang7ry.
|
|
|
|
WES BEVERLY
|
|
I'm sorry. I didn't mean Wes! You shouldn't
|
|
to... have touched anything...
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Off the bridge! Both of you.
|
|
|
|
Worf has come to his feet, not sure whether or not he
|
|
should respond to the call. Beverly is hustling Wesley
|
|
toward the turbolift.
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
You have a perimeter alert,
|
|
Captain.
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
(to Picard)
|
|
As my son tried to tell you!
|
|
|
|
She EXITS into the turbolift, the doors CLOSING behind
|
|
her and Wesley. Picard, slamming his fist into his
|
|
other palm, jumps for his command chair as:
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Picard. Go ahead.
|
|
|
|
SECURITY VOICE
|
|
Ship's sensors have detected the
|
|
presence of a vessel approaching
|
|
this planet. No ship is scheduled
|
|
to arrive at this time.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Have Mister Riker, and his team
|
|
beamed back up! Security, could
|
|
that be the Hood returning here?
|
|
|
|
SECURITY VOICE
|
|
The vessel does not match the
|
|
Hood's configuration or I.D.
|
|
signal.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Put it on main viewer!
|
|
|
|
160 ANGLE ON VIEWSCREEN (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
Instantly, the image of a ship is flashed on the screen.
|
|
It appears big, dark, ominous -- even at far range --
|
|
and it is approaching very swiftly.
|
|
|
|
161 ANGLE ON PICARD AND WORF
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Identification?
|
|
|
|
SECURITY VOICE
|
|
Vessel unknown, configuration
|
|
unknown, sir.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Hail it!
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
(works his panel)
|
|
We've been trying, sir. No
|
|
response.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Raise all shields, phasers at
|
|
ready.
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
(works panel)
|
|
Shields up, sir. Phasers ready.
|
|
(turns to Picard)
|
|
Could this be that "Q" you
|
|
mentioned, sir?
|
|
|
|
162 CLOSE ON PICARD
|
|
|
|
staring at the viewscreen.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
I almost hope so, Lieutenant.
|
|
We face too many "unknowns"
|
|
already.
|
|
|
|
163 ANGLE ON VIEWSCREEN (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
The ship is closer now -- looks menacing -- and still
|
|
coming fast.
|
|
|
|
FADE OUT.
|
|
|
|
PART EIGHT
|
|
|
|
FADE IN:
|
|
|
|
164 EXT. SPACE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
The Enterprise in orbit.
|
|
|
|
165 INT. BRIDGE - WIDE ANGLE
|
|
|
|
All bridge positions are filled now, everyone watching
|
|
the viewscreen intently.
|
|
|
|
166 ANGLE ON VIEWSCREEN (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
The mystery vessel approaching closer.
|
|
|
|
167 PICARD AND WORF
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Continue universal greeting on
|
|
all frequencies. Get me Groppler
|
|
Zorn.
|
|
|
|
There is a BEEP, a pause, then:
|
|
|
|
ZORN'S VOICE
|
|
This is Zorn, Captain.
|
|
|
|
168 INT. ZORN'S OFFICE - DAY - ON ZORN
|
|
|
|
He is seated at the desk, speaks into a small portable
|
|
communicator grid shaped to fit the palm of his hand.
|
|
|
|
PICARD'S VOICE
|
|
There is an unidentified vessel
|
|
moving into orbit with us. Do you
|
|
know who it is?
|
|
|
|
169 INTERCUT BETWEEN ZORN AND PICARD AS NEEDED.
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
There are no ships scheduled to
|
|
arrive until --
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
I asked if you know who it is,
|
|
Groppler. You mentioned the
|
|
Ferengi Alliance to me.
|
|
|
|
169 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
(very nervous)
|
|
But we have had no dealings with
|
|
them. It was only a... a
|
|
thought.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Are you very, very certain of
|
|
that, Groppler?
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
I promise you we were making an
|
|
empty threat, Captain. I wanted
|
|
your cooperation. Forgive me --
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
Definitely entering an orbital
|
|
trajectory, sir.
|
|
|
|
SECURITY POSITION
|
|
It measures half again our size,
|
|
Captain.
|
|
|
|
170 EXT. SPACE - ANGLE ON MYSTERY VESSEL/ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
The mystery vessel approaches and settles into
|
|
geosynchronous orbit. It is positioned slightly above
|
|
and to the side of the Enterprise -- and it is a great
|
|
deal larger than the Enterprise. Suddenly, A GLOWING
|
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PULSE OF LIGHT throbs out from the mystery vessel toward
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the Enterprise.
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171 INT. ENTERPRISE BRIDGE - FULL SHOT
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The LIGHT GLOWS OVER EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE ON THE
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BRIDGE. They are startled by it, but no one is hurt.
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|
As the GLOW FADES AWAY:
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PICARD
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All stations, give any damage
|
|
reports.
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The others are looking at each other, shaking their
|
|
heads. No problems.
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WORF
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I would guess we were being
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scanned, sir.
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172 INT. UNDERGROUND PASSAGEWAY
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Troi is leaning against the strange, smooth and shining
|
|
tunnel wall as if still feeling pain. Riker, obviously
|
|
still concerned for Troi, is examining the strange
|
|
tunnel walls with the tricorder while Geordi moves his
|
|
"eyes" inches away from the surface to examine it
|
|
closely. Data is testing his communicator and we'll
|
|
HEAR him trying to get a signal back from the
|
|
Enterprise.
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TASHA
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(to Troi)
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|
Pain again?
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RIKER
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(turning; sharply)
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|
Troi, you've been at it enough!
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TROI
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|
No, I feel close to an answer of
|
|
some kind.
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DATA
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|
(interrupting)
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Commander, something down here
|
|
is shielding our communicators.
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TROI
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(comes to her feet)
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|
Yes, that's exactly the feeling
|
|
I've been reading. As if someone
|
|
doesn't want us to be in touch
|
|
with our ship.
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RIKER
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Come on...
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(leads the way)
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... let's get to the surface.
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173 EXT. SPACE - ENTERPRISE AND MYSTERY VESSEL (OPTICAL)
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The mystery vessel clearly larger than the Enterprise
|
|
and moving near it in orbit.
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174 INT. BRIDGE - INCLUDING MAIN VIEWER (OPTICAL)
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|
On which is featured an IMAGE OF MYSTERY VESSEL.
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|
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OPERATIONS POSITION
|
|
There is no computer record of
|
|
any such vessel, sir. Not even
|
|
close.
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174 CONTINUED:
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SECURITY POSITION
|
|
Still no response, sir. We've
|
|
done everything but threaten them.
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|
PICARD
|
|
Sensor scans, Mister Worf.
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|
WORF
|
|
Our sensor signals seem to just
|
|
bounce off.
|
|
(bites off words;
|
|
indicates to viewer)
|
|
Something's happening, sir...
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175 FULL ON MAIN VIEWER (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
As a beam of something STRIKES DOWNWARD TOWARD THE
|
|
PLANET SURFACE. (It doesn't look exactly like the
|
|
Enterprise phasers but is the same sort of thing.)
|
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|
176 EXT. SPACE - ANGLE ON MYSTERY VESSEL (OPTICAL)
|
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|
|
As another phaser-like BEAM STRIKES DOWN AT THE PLANET.
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177 INT. BRIDGE
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|
|
Excitement.
|
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|
178 ANGLE ON OPS POSITION
|
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|
WORF
|
|
They're firing on Farpoint,
|
|
sir... !
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(toward Security
|
|
position)
|
|
Bring phasers and photon torpedoes
|
|
to ready!
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
No, hold it, sir. They're hitting
|
|
the Bandi city, not Farpoint
|
|
Station.
|
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|
179 INT. UNDERGROUND PASSAGEWAY
|
|
|
|
Riker and his team racing to where the rounded, smooth
|
|
and shining walls of the tunnel begin to give way to
|
|
a more ordinary looking rectangular corridor of mixed
|
|
stone and tile walls.
|
|
|
|
180 ANOTHER ANGLE - INCLUDING STAIRWAY AHEAD
|
|
|
|
Riker pulling to a halt in order to examine with
|
|
curiosity the blend where the unknown type tunnel walls
|
|
give way to stone and tile construction similar to what
|
|
we've seen in the old Bandi city. Ahead is a stone
|
|
block stairway leading up to that old city. Geordi has
|
|
hurried in, peering closely at the more familiar kind
|
|
of wall surface.
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
(indicates ahead)
|
|
Those stairs are where Tasha and
|
|
I entered down here, sir.
|
|
|
|
GEORDI
|
|
At this point, it becomes ordinary
|
|
stone and tile, sir.
|
|
(turns, puzzled)
|
|
Matching what's above.
|
|
|
|
Followed by a LONG RUMBLING EXPLOSION ("PHASER HIT"
|
|
type) WITH THE LONG FLASH OF IT REFLECTING DOWN THE
|
|
STAIRWAY FROM THE UPPER LEVEL AHEAD. As this SOUND
|
|
FADES, then we HEAR A FAINT DISTANT SCREAM which dies
|
|
away too.
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
My God! Was that a phaser blast?
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Negative. But something similar.
|
|
|
|
Again, the SAME KIND OF EXPLOSION SOUND followed by
|
|
similar LIGHT FLICKERS from the stairway ahead. Riker
|
|
turns to Troi:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
You, Tasha, and Geordi will beam
|
|
up to the ship from here. Now!
|
|
(to Data)
|
|
Come on, I want to see exactly
|
|
what's happening.
|
|
|
|
Riker starts off to the stairway, Data following.
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
Don't. If you should be hurt...
|
|
|
|
A stern look comes over Riker's face as he turns quickly
|
|
to her:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
You have your orders, Counselor!
|
|
Carry them out!
|
|
|
|
180 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
Yes sir, I'm sorry, sir.
|
|
|
|
181 ANOTHER ANGLE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
Riker and Data begin climbing the stairway, leaving the
|
|
CAMERA CENTERED ON TROI, TASHA AND GEORDI. Troi has
|
|
already reached for her communicator control.
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
Enterprise, three to beam up.
|
|
|
|
After a moment, the familiar TRANSPORTER SOUND, followed
|
|
by TRANSPORTER EFFECT ON THE THREE DISSOLVING INTO THE
|
|
LIGHT SPARKLE. Then, they're gone.
|
|
|
|
182 INT. COVERED VILLAGE SQUARE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
OLD CITY IN IN B.G. where FIRE RAGES in a smashed
|
|
structure in that part of the old city we can see. In
|
|
CLOSER FOREGROUND is an entrance to the underground
|
|
passageway, this entry guarded by thick, hand-worked
|
|
metal door, locked. This village square is a connecting
|
|
point between the Old City and Farpoint Station. A
|
|
short distance in the OFF-CAMERA DIRECTION lies Farpoint
|
|
Mall.
|
|
|
|
183 THE METAL DOORS (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
We HEAR a hand phaser HUM as a GLOW FLICKERS OVER THE
|
|
METAL DOORS which now spring open and a CLASHING OF
|
|
METAL SOUND. Riker and Data ENTER SCENE though those
|
|
door, phasers in hand.
|
|
|
|
184 CLOSER - RIKER AND DATA
|
|
|
|
As Riker touches his communicator control.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Enterprise, Riker. Come in.
|
|
|
|
0T INTERRUPTED BY THE CLOSER SOUND OF A PHASER-LIKE BOLT FROM THE
|
|
MYSTERY VESSEL. Also from closer, THE LIGHT OF THE
|
|
BLAST REFLECTS ON THEIR FACES and they whirl to see:
|
|
|
|
186 ANGLE INTO OLD CITY
|
|
|
|
Where a building is being BLASTED INTO STONES AND DUST.
|
|
|
|
187 INT. ZORN'S OFFICE - OLD CITY
|
|
|
|
Filled with the dust and SOUNDS of a nearby BLAST. Zorn
|
|
is working frantically with his communicator.
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
Enterprise, Enterprise, help us!
|
|
Come in, please...
|
|
|
|
188 INT. BRIDGE - WIDE ANGLE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
On MAIN VIEWER THE IMAGE OF THE mystery vessel which
|
|
as we watch will FIRE ANOTHER PHASER-LIKE BOLT DOWN
|
|
TOWARD THE PLANET. The bridge crew are anxiously poised
|
|
on the edge of their seats, waiting for Picard's next
|
|
order.
|
|
|
|
ZORN'S VOICE
|
|
... what shall we do? Help us,
|
|
please.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(overlapping)
|
|
Tune him down!
|
|
(into transmitter)
|
|
Commander Riker, go ahead. Where
|
|
are you?
|
|
|
|
189 ANOTHER ANGLE - INCLUDING TURBOLIFT
|
|
|
|
As the doors SNAP OPEN TO REVEAL TROI, TASHA, AND GEORDI
|
|
who hurry onto the bridge, take their regular positions
|
|
(Geordi relieving Ops). Meanwhile:
|
|
|
|
RIKER'S VOICE
|
|
With Data, on the edge of the old
|
|
city, Captain. It's being hit
|
|
hard. Who's doing this?
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
And Farpoint Station? Any damage
|
|
there?
|
|
|
|
190 INT. COVERED VILLAGE SQUARE - FARPOINT MALL IN B.G.
|
|
|
|
No indication that Farpoint Station has been damaged
|
|
at all. Riker, standing with Data, is using his
|
|
communicator.
|
|
|
|
190 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Negative on damage to Farpoint,
|
|
sir. Whoever they are, it seems
|
|
they're carefully avoiding hitting
|
|
the station.
|
|
|
|
PICARD'S VOICE
|
|
It's from an unidentified vessel
|
|
that's entered orbit with us here.
|
|
No ID, no answer to our signals...
|
|
|
|
During which there's another BLAST SOUND with the same
|
|
kind of LIGHT FLICKERS.
|
|
|
|
191 ANGLE INCLUDING OLD CITY
|
|
|
|
As Riker whirls again in that direction, interrupting
|
|
Picard:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
They're hitting the Bandi city
|
|
hard, sir. Many casualties very
|
|
probable.
|
|
|
|
192 INT. BRIDGE - EMPHASIZING PICARD
|
|
|
|
Everything as we last left it.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(into transmitter)
|
|
Understand, Commander. Would you
|
|
object to a clearly illegal
|
|
kidnapping assignment?
|
|
|
|
RIKER'S VOICE
|
|
No objection; anything you order,
|
|
sir.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Zorn may have the answers we need.
|
|
Get Groppler Zorn and bring him
|
|
here!
|
|
|
|
RIKER'S VOICE
|
|
Aye, sir!
|
|
|
|
193 ANGLE INCLUDING MAIN VIEWER (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
Picard looks at the IMAGE of the huge mystery vessel
|
|
still in orbit nearby. Picard turns to Troi:
|
|
|
|
193 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
They're forcing a difficult
|
|
decision on me, Counselor.
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
(nods)
|
|
But, I doubt protecting the Bandi
|
|
would violate the Prime Directive.
|
|
True, they are not actual
|
|
allies...
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
But we are in the midst of
|
|
diplomatic discussions with them.
|
|
(turns to Tasha)
|
|
Lock phasers on that vessel,
|
|
Lieutenant.
|
|
|
|
194 ANOTHER ANGLE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
In b.g., Tasha touching panel controls.
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
Phasers locked on, Captain.
|
|
|
|
Anything further INTERRUPTED BY OPTICAL EFFECT, the
|
|
BLINDING LIGHT FLASH we've seen before and FADING TO
|
|
REVEAL "Q", wearing the Judge's costume from the earlier
|
|
courtroom sequence. He is standing in front of Picard.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
Typical, so typical. Savage
|
|
lifeforms never follow even their
|
|
own rules.
|
|
|
|
FADE OUT.
|
|
|
|
PART NINE
|
|
|
|
FADE IN:
|
|
|
|
195 EXT. BRIDGE - EMPHASIZING PICARD AND "Q"
|
|
|
|
Rather than being nervous over the arrival of "Q"
|
|
(JUDGE), Picard has become coldly angry.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Get off my bridge!
|
|
|
|
196 ANOTHER ANGLE
|
|
|
|
"Q" stepping toward Picard, smiling sadly.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
Also interesting, that order about
|
|
phasers.
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
(ignoring "Q"; to
|
|
Picard)
|
|
Still standing by on phasers,
|
|
Captain.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
(turning to Picard)
|
|
Please don't let me interfere.
|
|
Use your weapons.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
You're the one who has a lot to
|
|
learn, "Q". With no idea of who's
|
|
on that vessel, my order was a
|
|
routine safety precaution.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
(breaking into LAUGHTER)
|
|
Really? No idea of what it
|
|
represents? The meaning of that
|
|
vessel is as plain as...
|
|
(then taps his nose)
|
|
... as plain as the noses on your
|
|
ugly little primate faces.
|
|
|
|
196 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
LOUDER LAUGHTER.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
(trying to control it)
|
|
And if you were truly civilized,
|
|
Captain, wouldn't you be doing
|
|
something about the casualties
|
|
happening down there?
|
|
|
|
In answer, Picard touches the communications control on
|
|
his uniform.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Captain to CMO, are you reading
|
|
any of this?
|
|
|
|
197 INT. SICKBAY - ANGLE EMPHASIZING BEVERLY
|
|
|
|
But she's with a half dozen MEDICAL ASSISTANTS very busy
|
|
preparing medical supplies, bringing portable medical
|
|
equipment, etc.
|
|
|
|
BEVERLY
|
|
Medical teams already preparing
|
|
to beam down, Captain.
|
|
|
|
PICARD'S VOICE
|
|
(relieved)
|
|
Compliments on that, Doctor!
|
|
|
|
198 INT. BRIDGE
|
|
|
|
Picard turning back to "Q".
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Any questions? Starfleet people
|
|
are trained to render aid and
|
|
assistance whenever...
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
(interrupting)
|
|
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. You're the one whose
|
|
conduct is uncivilized.
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
Sir, they're firing on the planet
|
|
again.
|
|
|
|
199 ANGLE INCLUDING MAIN VIEWER (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
Where we SEE the mystery vessel beginning to FIRE BLASTS
|
|
down at the planet again.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Forcefields full on.
|
|
(to Worf)
|
|
Go to thrusters! Position us
|
|
between that vessel and the
|
|
planet.
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
Aye, sir, thruster power to...
|
|
|
|
Worf trails his words, perplexed. His panel is fading,
|
|
GOING DARK.
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
We have no ship control, sir.
|
|
It's gone!
|
|
|
|
200 INT. CORRIDOR OUTSIDE ZORN'S OFFICE - DAY - RIKER AND DATA
|
|
|
|
They are headed toward Zorn's office door when the BLUE
|
|
BOLT HITS beside the door, flooding the scene with a
|
|
FLASH OF BLUE LIGHT. The corridor rocks, and the
|
|
ceiling comes down partially. Riker and Data are flung
|
|
down by the explosion. A beat, and then Data stirs,
|
|
sits up. Riker is slower, but is managing to haul
|
|
himself upright.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Are you undamaged?
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Yes. You?
|
|
|
|
Data's eyes glaze slightly as he seems to go into a sort
|
|
of "trance" that lasts just a few seconds. Then:
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
All systems operating.
|
|
|
|
201 ANGLE INCLUDING ZORN'S OFFICE DOOR
|
|
|
|
It is hanging by its hinges, and debris-dust is drifting
|
|
out of it. Riker and Data move quickly to and through
|
|
the open door.
|
|
|
|
202 INT. ZORN'S OFFICE - DAY - FULL SHOT
|
|
|
|
As Riker and Data ENTER. The office has been badly
|
|
damaged, especially near the door. O.S. THE SOUND OF
|
|
ANOTHER BOLT EXPLODING echoes. The room shakes under
|
|
the impact. There is a MUFFLED SOB near the desk.
|
|
|
|
203 CLOSER ANGLE - NEAR DESK
|
|
|
|
Zorn is cowering under his elegant desk, shaking and
|
|
sobbing in fear.
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
Please. You can make it stop.
|
|
Drive it away.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Drive who away, Groppler?
|
|
|
|
Zorn reacts as if he knows he's said too much.
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
I don't know.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Unlikely, sir.
|
|
(to Zorn)
|
|
Our records show that you
|
|
supervised all Bandi contact with
|
|
other worlds...
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
We haven't done anything wrong!
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Then if we can learn nothing from
|
|
you, perhaps we'll leave.
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
(frightened)
|
|
No! No, don't leave, I'll try
|
|
to explain some of...
|
|
|
|
204 EMPHASIZING ZORN (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
A kind of TRANSPORTER SOUND is heard, and then a
|
|
TRANSPORTER EFFECT, somewhat different from the
|
|
Starfleet variety, centers on Zorn. He beging SCREAMING
|
|
as he FADES FROM VIEW.
|
|
|
|
205 ANGLE ON RIKER
|
|
|
|
As he keys his communicator.
|
|
|
|
205 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
First officer to Enterprise.
|
|
|
|
PICARD'S VOICE
|
|
Go ahead, Riker.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
We've lost Zorn, sir. Something
|
|
like a transporter beam, it
|
|
snatched him out of here.
|
|
|
|
206 INT. BRIDGE
|
|
|
|
"Q" still in the captain's seat, listening to:
|
|
|
|
RIKER'S VOICE
|
|
Question, sir, could it have been
|
|
the "Q" character you met earlier.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
(laughs)
|
|
None of you know who it is?
|
|
You're running out of time,
|
|
Captain.
|
|
|
|
207 ANGLE EMPHASIZING PICARD AND TROI
|
|
|
|
She's frowning, trying to 'feel' something.
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
Captain... Suddenly I'm sensing
|
|
something else. It's
|
|
satisfaction, enormous
|
|
satisfaction.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
From the same source as before?
|
|
|
|
TROI
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No, that was on the planet.
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(indicates)
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This seems to be from here.
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208 ANGLE TO INCLUDE MAIN VIEWER (OPTICAL)
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And the image of the mystery vessel.
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208 CONTINUED:
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"Q" (JUDGE)
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(to Troi)
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Excellent, Counselor!
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(indicates Picard)
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He's such a dullard, isn't he!
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INTERCOM VOICE
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Captain from Transporter Room.
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First officer and Mister Data now
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beaming aboard.
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"Q" (JUDGE)
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Excellent also!
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(to Picard)
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Perhaps with more of these little
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minds helping, you'll...
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209 EMPHASIZING PICARD
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As he whirls suddenly on "Q".
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PICARD
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(interrupting)
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That is enough, damn it!
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"Q" (JUDGE)
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We have an agreement; have you
|
|
forgotten... ?
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In b.g., the turbolift doors SNAP OPEN but unnoticed by
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Picard and "Q" as they continue their argument. Riker
|
|
and Data appear, move onto bridge as:
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PICARD
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|
We have an agreement which you
|
|
are at this moment breaking by
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|
taking over our vessel,
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|
interfering with my decisions!
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(steps up nose-to-nose)
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|
You are not welcome on my bridge.
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|
Now, either leave or finish us.
|
|
One of the two!
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"Q" stands, during which we have the impression that
|
|
everyone is holding his breath. Then:
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|
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"Q" (JUDGE)
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(gently)
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|
Temper, temper, mon capitaine. I
|
|
am merely trying to assist a
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|
pitiful species. Perhaps I'll
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|
leave if Mister Riker provides
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me with some amusement.
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209 CONTINUED:
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PICARD
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(to Riker)
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|
Do nothing that he asks!
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|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
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|
But I ask so little. And it is
|
|
so necessary if you are to solve
|
|
all this.
|
|
(turns; indicates vessel
|
|
image in Main Viewer)
|
|
Beam over there with your... what
|
|
is it called... your "away team"?
|
|
(to Picard)
|
|
You should already know what
|
|
you'll find there. But perhaps
|
|
it was too adult a puzzle for you.
|
|
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|
RIKER
|
|
Captain, with all respect, I
|
|
intended to suggest beaming over
|
|
there.
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210 EMPHASIZING "Q" (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
Amused at all this. He turns from Riker to look at
|
|
Picard.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
You show promise, my good fellow.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
But you don't. You should have
|
|
long ago realized that, humanity
|
|
is NOT a criminal race!
|
|
|
|
"Q" (JUDGE)
|
|
YOU MUST STILL PROVE THAT!
|
|
|
|
A familiar BLINDING FLASH, and then "Q" is gone.
|
|
|
|
211 ANGLE EMPHASIZING PICARD AND RIKER
|
|
|
|
Realizing "Q" is gone, turning to look at each other.
|
|
Riker checks a reading on his panel.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Of the 24 hours "Q" gave us, we have
|
|
less than one left, sir.
|
|
|
|
211 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(nods)
|
|
But I had a feeling you impressed
|
|
him, Number One. That's hopeful.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Thank you, Captain, That's the
|
|
first time you've called me
|
|
"Number One".
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(small smile)
|
|
I believe I'll enjoy getting to
|
|
know you, Bill. If we live long
|
|
enough.
|
|
|
|
FADE OUT.
|
|
|
|
PART TEN
|
|
|
|
FADE IN:
|
|
212 EXT. SPACE - ENTERPRISE AND MYSTERY VESSEL (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
In orbit over the planet.
|
|
|
|
213 INT. TRANSPORTER ROOM
|
|
|
|
Riker's away team moving onto the transporter platform.
|
|
With him are Data, Troi, and Tasha. They carry the
|
|
usual away team equipment which they're now checking.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Phasers on stun.
|
|
|
|
Everyone checks hand phasers. AD-LIB answers of
|
|
"checked", "on stun," etc. Riker turns to Transporter
|
|
Chief.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Energize.
|
|
|
|
214 INT. MYSTERY SHIP TUNNEL - WIDE ANGLE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
TRANSPORTER SOUND, then the BEAMING EFFECT. Then, fully
|
|
MATERIALIZED, Riker and the others look around to orient
|
|
themselves.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Most interesting, sir.
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
Much the same construction as the
|
|
underground tunnel we saw.
|
|
|
|
Which describes it perfectly. The same rounded shape
|
|
and GLOWING WALL of unknown composition. The "tunnel"
|
|
is deserted; NO SHIP SOUNDS of any kind.
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
But no sound of power; no
|
|
equipment. How does this ship
|
|
run?
|
|
|
|
Riker nods a direction. Tasha takes the point as they
|
|
move out. Clearly, these are exceptionally well trained
|
|
people. Data is already using his tricorder to check
|
|
the walls. He obviously gets nothing, shakes his head.
|
|
Troi suddenly staggers, GROANS.
|
|
|
|
214 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Troi, what is it?!
|
|
(waits anxiously)
|
|
Is it the same as you felt down
|
|
there?
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
No, this is... different. It
|
|
feels 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. The place
|
|
that this vessel was firing
|
|
upon...
|
|
(abruptly stops; to
|
|
Riker)
|
|
Sorry, sir, I seem to be
|
|
commenting on everything.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(small smile)
|
|
Good. Don't stop it, my friend.
|
|
|
|
215 EXT. SPACE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
Enterprise and the mystery vessel still in orbit.
|
|
|
|
216 INT. BRIDGE - EMPHASIZING PICARD
|
|
|
|
Geordi and Worf at their positions. Picard is in the
|
|
command seat, antsy.
|
|
|
|
RIKER'S VOICE
|
|
Enterprise, Riker. This is
|
|
turning out to be a very long
|
|
tunnel or corridor, sir. Still
|
|
no sign of mechanism or
|
|
circuitry...
|
|
|
|
217 INT. NARROW MYSTERY SHIP TUNNEL - RIKER AND GROUP
|
|
|
|
Still led and followed by the security people, they're
|
|
now moving along fairly rapidly although this tunnel
|
|
is narrower here. Otherwise, its look hasn't changed.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
... or controls, readouts, nothing
|
|
at all like any vessel I've seen
|
|
before.
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
(interrupting)
|
|
Groppler Zorn, sir... in great
|
|
fear...
|
|
(motions)
|
|
Just ahead.
|
|
|
|
218 INT. TUNNEL CONNECTION
|
|
|
|
Troi and the team arriving, standing puzzled at what
|
|
seems to be only a sharp turn where we SEE a strange
|
|
indentation in the tunnel wall there. Troi, intent on
|
|
this, steps closer, pushes her body against the
|
|
indentation.
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
It's definitely Zorn, Commander.
|
|
Here!
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(stepping in)
|
|
Careful...
|
|
|
|
But the tunnel wall is soft here -- it gives
|
|
perceptibly, as Troi pushes harder and then PLOP... she
|
|
disappears through it. (NOTE: Or the 'wall' opens to
|
|
let her through and then closes behind her.)
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Troi!!!
|
|
|
|
Then he pushes, disappears through the same wall.
|
|
|
|
219 INT. ZORN'S "CELL"
|
|
|
|
Riker sliding through the pliable opening in the tunnel
|
|
wall, joining Troi who is standing there aghast at what
|
|
is suspended in the center of this area.
|
|
|
|
220 ANGLE AT FORCE FIELD (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
Zorn is held suspended off the deck in the center of
|
|
a cylindrical forcefield. The force field edges GLITTER
|
|
SOFTLY to outline the shape of it.
|
|
|
|
221 ANGLE ON THE AWAY TEAM (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
As the other team members come through the 'wall' too,
|
|
stand, reacting at the sight of Zorn.
|
|
|
|
222 ANGLE AT FORCE FIELD (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
The FORCEFIELD SPARKLES, CLICKS, causing Zorn to writhe
|
|
and twitch. He SCREAMS.
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
No! Please! No more! Please,
|
|
no more...
|
|
|
|
223 ANGLE ON AWAY TEAM (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
They move forward toward him, and are brought up sharply
|
|
by the leading edge of the force field. Data has
|
|
already started to scan with his tricorder. Riker calls
|
|
to Zorn.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
Zorn. Can you hear me?
|
|
|
|
Zorn manages to lift his head, and WE SEE his
|
|
pain-filled face, his features twisted into a grimace
|
|
of intense agony.
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
Make it stop the pain. Please...
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
Has the alien communicated... ?
|
|
(breaks off; then to
|
|
Riker)
|
|
That's it, sir! It's just one
|
|
alien that I'm sensing here.
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
(another GROAN)
|
|
Please! I don't understand what
|
|
it wants.
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
(studying Zorn; then)
|
|
Not true. He does know.
|
|
|
|
223 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
Data interrupts by holding his tricorder so that Riker
|
|
can see the readings he's gathered. Riker registers
|
|
at seeing something unique as Data pulls out his phaser,
|
|
Riker does the same and both of them concentrate on
|
|
making some exact setting on their phasers.
|
|
|
|
224 ANOTHER ANGLE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
As Data and Riker raise their phasers toward Zorn.
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
(in terror)
|
|
No, no, please don't!
|
|
|
|
Data and Riker trigger their phasers and we SEE a SORT
|
|
OF COLORED GLOW on the FORCEFIELD HOLDING Zorn, the GLOW
|
|
SPREADING OVER THE ENTIRE FORCEFIELD. Then, suddenly
|
|
the FORCEFIELD DISAPPEARS, GLOW AND ALL, and Zorn
|
|
tumbles out onto the floor free of restraint.
|
|
|
|
225 EMPHASIZING "LIVE" PART OF CELL WALL (EFFECTS)
|
|
|
|
Where the wall seems to be "alive", undulating. Beyond
|
|
it, Tasha is assisting Zorn to his feet, supporting him.
|
|
Meanwhile, Troi looks around Zorn's "cell", sensing
|
|
something troubling. Riker has turned on his
|
|
communicator:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Away team to Enterprise...
|
|
|
|
A TENDRIL OF PLASMA EMERGES FROM THIS PART OF THE WALL,
|
|
swaying and moving toward Troi.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
(interrupting; warning)
|
|
Troi... !
|
|
|
|
But the TENDRIL is already wrapping around her. Data
|
|
tries to pull the TENDRIL from Troi, succeeds only in
|
|
getting a NEW TENDRIL wrapped around himself.
|
|
|
|
226 ANOTHER ANGLE (EFFECTS)
|
|
|
|
The floor of the area suddenly going soft, away team
|
|
members sinking into it while still ANOTHER SECTION OF
|
|
WALL FOLDS ITSELF OVER TASHA. (What we're seeing is
|
|
this part of the mystery "vessel" becoming a living
|
|
thing.)
|
|
|
|
226 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Enterprise, come in. Beam us...
|
|
|
|
Interrupted as his feet are YANKED OUT FROM UNDER HIM.
|
|
|
|
DATA
|
|
Enterprise, we need help...
|
|
|
|
Interrupted by the NEW TENDRIL WRAPPING ITSELF AROUND
|
|
HIS HEAD.
|
|
|
|
227 INT. BRIDGE
|
|
|
|
Picard speaking anxiously toward his command panel as
|
|
we HEAR Riker's MUFFLED SOUNDS OF DISTRESS.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Transporter chief, yank them back!
|
|
Now!
|
|
|
|
WORF
|
|
Captain... !
|
|
|
|
228 ANGLE INCLUDING MAIN VIEWER (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
Toward which Lieutenant Worf is pointing. On it the
|
|
IMAGE of the mystery vessel is BEGINNING TO CHANGE IN
|
|
SHAPE. The firm, hard edges of the spaceship are giving
|
|
way to something softer, very mysterious in nature.
|
|
|
|
229 ANOTHER ANGLE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
In which we SEE a familiar BLINDING FLASH and "Q"
|
|
appears, now wearing the uniform of a STARFLEET CAPTAIN.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (STARFLEET)
|
|
Your time is up, Captain.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Get off my bridge!
|
|
(into command panel)
|
|
Transporter Chief, do you have
|
|
their coordinates?
|
|
|
|
230 ANOTHER ANGLE (EFFECTS)
|
|
|
|
"Q" stepping to the command position.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (STARFLEET)
|
|
He can't hear you, Captain.
|
|
|
|
230 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
"Q" gestures upward, at which Picard is suddenly lifted
|
|
into the air and then to the side of "Q"'s hand motion
|
|
in that direction.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
"Q", I've people in trouble over
|
|
there... !
|
|
|
|
As Picard hovers above, "Q" steps up and sits in
|
|
Picard's command position. Bridge personnel are coming
|
|
to their feet angrily, then hesitate as:
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(continuing)
|
|
Everyone, at ease! That's an
|
|
order!
|
|
(to "Q")
|
|
My people are in trouble, "Q".
|
|
Help them; I'll do whatever you
|
|
say...
|
|
|
|
As "Q" gives another hand signal downward, the Captain
|
|
is gently deposited onto the deck.
|
|
|
|
231 WIDE PORTION OF BRIDGE (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
As the same strange transporter SOUND that accompanied
|
|
Zorn's "kidnapping" is heard and the same STRANGE
|
|
TRANSPORTER EFFECT APPEARS, this time MATERIALIZING FIVE
|
|
IMAGES -- Riker, Data, Troi, Tasha, and Groppler Zorn.
|
|
|
|
232 ANGLE EMPHASIZING PICARD
|
|
|
|
Very surprised, looking from his away team to "Q".
|
|
|
|
"Q" (STARFLEET)
|
|
You'll do whatever I say?
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(hesitates; nods)
|
|
It seems I did make that bargain.
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
The agreement isn't valid, sir.
|
|
It wasn't "Q" that saved us.
|
|
|
|
"Q" (STARFLEET)
|
|
(quickly; indicating
|
|
viewer)
|
|
Save yourselves! It may attack
|
|
you now.
|
|
|
|
233 ANGLE INCLUDING MAIN VIEWER (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
On which the changed IMAGE of the mystery "vessel" seems
|
|
to be floating in closer to the Enterprise.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
It was that which sent us back,
|
|
Captain.
|
|
|
|
TROI
|
|
Yes sir. It's not a vessel, sir.
|
|
It's alive somehow...
|
|
|
|
"Q" (STARFLEET)
|
|
She lies! Destroy it while you
|
|
have a chance.
|
|
(to Tasha)
|
|
Make phasers and photon torpedoes
|
|
ready... !
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
No! Do nothing he suggests!
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
But that thing was killing my
|
|
people, Captain...
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
True, but why? Was there a
|
|
reason?
|
|
|
|
"Q" (STARFLEET)
|
|
It is an unknown, Captain! Isn't
|
|
that enough?
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
If you had earned that uniform
|
|
you're wearing, you'd know that
|
|
the unknown is what brings us out
|
|
here!
|
|
|
|
"Q" (STARFLEET)
|
|
Wasted effort, considering the
|
|
human intelligence.
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Let's test that...
|
|
(to Zorn)
|
|
... starting with the tunnels you
|
|
have under Farpoint, Groppler.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Identical to the ones on that
|
|
space vessel lifeform, over there.
|
|
Why was it punishing you,
|
|
Groppler?
|
|
|
|
233 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
In return for pain you caused to
|
|
some other creature?
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
We did nothing wrong! It was
|
|
injured, we helped it...
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(interrupting; to Zorn)
|
|
Thank you, that was the missing
|
|
part.
|
|
(turns)
|
|
Tasha, rig phasers to deliver an
|
|
energy beam.
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
(puzzled)
|
|
Aye, sir.
|
|
|
|
Tasha steps to her panel, makes settings on controls
|
|
there.
|
|
|
|
RIKER
|
|
Yes, Captain, I understand now.
|
|
It has to be conceivable that
|
|
somewhere in the galaxy there
|
|
could exist creatures able to
|
|
convert energy into matter...
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
(nodding)
|
|
And into specific patterns of
|
|
matter. Much as our transporters
|
|
do.
|
|
|
|
TASHA
|
|
(indicating)
|
|
On the viewer, Captain!
|
|
|
|
234 ANGLE EMPHASIZING MAIN VIEWER (OPTICAL)
|
|
|
|
Where the vessel/creature IMAGE is SOFTENING FURTHER
|
|
INTO AN AMORPHOUS, COLORFUL AND LOVELY SHAPE. Picard
|
|
turns to the Groppler, demanding:
|
|
|
|
PICARD
|
|
Zorn, you captured something like
|
|
that, didn't you?
|
|
|
|
On main viewer, the IMAGE NOW SHOWS LOVELY FEATHERY
|
|
TENDRILS, and it is BEGINNING TO MOVE DOWN TOWARD THE
|
|
PLANET. Zorn reacts to this, shows panic.
|
|
|
|
234 CONTINUED:
|
|
|
|
ZORN
|
|
Warn my people, please! Leave
|
|
Farpoint Station immediately!
|
|
|
|
"Q" (STARFLEET)
|
|
He's lied to you, Captain.
|
|
Shouldn't you let his people die?
|
|
|
|
PICARD
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(nods to Ops)
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Transmit the message. "Leave
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Farpoint immediately".
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TROI
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Then it was a pair of creatures
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I was sensing. One down there
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in grief and pain, the other up
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here, filled with anger...
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DATA
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(nodding)
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And firing not on the new space
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station, but on the old Bandi
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city.
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PICARD
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(to "Q")
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Attacking those who captured
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it's...
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(to Troi)
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... it's mate?
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TASHA
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Energy beam ready, sir.
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PICARD
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(to Tasha)
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Lock it in on Farpoint Station.
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"Q" stands in an annoyed manner, indicates the captain's
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position to Picard.
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"Q" (STARFLEET)
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I see now it was too simple a
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puzzle. But generosity has always
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been my weakness.
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As "Q" moves aside, Picard takes his position, turning
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to Tasha.
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PICARD
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Let it have whatever it can
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absorb. Energize!
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235 EXT SPACE - THE ENTERRPISE (OPTICAL)
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in orbit, as a THICK, PALE BLUE ENERGY BEAM AIMS
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DOWNWARD.
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236 EXT. FARPOINT STATION (OPTICAL)
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HIGH DOWNWARD SHOT SHOWING THE ENERGY BEAM terminating
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and being absorbed into Farpoint Station.
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237 INT. BRIDGE - INCLUDING MAIN VIEWER (OPTICAL)
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Picard and others watching the energy beam terminating
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at Farpoint Station.
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TASHA
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Now getting feedback on the beam,
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sir.
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PICARD
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Discontinue it.
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(to Zorn)
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Groppler Zorn, there'll soon be
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no Farpoint Station if I'm right
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about this.
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"Q" (STARFLEET)
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A lucky guess!
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ZORN
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I know we deserve this loss, but
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please believe me, we meant not
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to harm the creature, but to use
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it.
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TROI
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Sir, a feeling of great joy. And
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gratitude.
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238 EXT. FARPOINT STATION (OPTICAL)
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The city/station miniature -- the Farpoint Station part
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of it GROWING SOFT, SHIMMERING, SLOWLY BECOMES A
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CREATURE OF GOSSAMER, FEATHERY LIGHTNESS -- now
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gracefully rising up from its captivity.
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239 ANOTHER ANGLE (OPTICAL)
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Where what was once the "mystery vessel" but now an
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increasingly beautiful COLORFUL, FEATHERY TENDRIL SHAPE
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is descending closer and closer to what was once the
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Farpoint Station part of city/station (miniature).
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239 CONTINUED:
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THE TWO CREATURES (OPTICAL)
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The smaller one rising up toward its mate. They touch
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-- delicate matter/energy tendrils twining -- and then
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together they move upwards out of sight.
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240 EXT SPACE - THE ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)
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As the two creatures rise up past it.
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241 INT. BRIDGE - INCLUDING MAIN VIEWER (OPTICAL)
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On which the two creatures are rising upward OUT OF
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IMAGE FRAME.
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TROI
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Great joy and gratitude... from
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both of them.
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242 ANGLE EMPHASIZING "Q" (OPTICAL)
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As Picard turns on him.
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PICARD
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And why? Because it furnishes
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entertainment to you! You use
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other lifeforms for recreation.
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"Q" (STARFLEET)
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If so, you've not provided the
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best...
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PICARD
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Get off my ship, you smug
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hypocrite.
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"Q" (STARFLEET)
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Why not? We can also meet
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another time, another place.
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PICARD
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That's doesn't frighten us at
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all! You accuse us of "grievous
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savagery"? No, the one proven
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guilty of that crime is you!
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242 CONTINUED:
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ANOTHER BLINDING FLASH AND "Q" DISAPPEARS. It takes
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a moment to realize that he is gone. Then:
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RIKER
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I trust this isn't the usual way
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our missions will go, sir.
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Picard screws up his face in mock consideration of this,
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then nods.
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PICARD
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On no, Number One, I'm sure
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they'll be much more interesting.
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FADE OUT.
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