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


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


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