Star Trek: The Next Generation s06e01 Episode Script
Time's Arrow (2)
Last time on|"Star Trek: The Next Generation".
They found Data's head|a mile beneath San Francisco.
Been down there about five centuries.
At some future date, I will be|taken back to 19th-century Earth, where I will die.
It has occurred.
It will occur.
Do I know you, Mr Data.
Yes.
We were on a ship together.
- The Enterprise.
|- Is that a clipper ship? - It is a starship.
|- Starship? My God.
They're delivering more|of them for the others to ingest.
Did my father send you? If he did, go back and tell him I was not sent by him.
We encountered a species who|is threatening 19th-century Earth.
I can't accept that he's dead|and just leave it.
- We cannot make Data a priority.
|- What is more important than Data? - Remember the first time we met?|- Of course.
Don't be so sure.
If you don't go on this mission,|we'll never meet.
And now, the conclusion.
I've long been interested in|the notion of time travellers.
In fact, I wrote a book about it.
|It tells the tale of a man of our era who fouls the 6th century|by introducing newfangled gadgets and weapons,|all in the name of progress.
This idea of time travel Not so far-fetched as it might seem.
In fact,|I have just learned that even now there are people from the future|right here in San Francisco, and I have no doubt that|their intent is to foul our world just like my Yankee did|in King Arthur's time.
Well, let me serve notice, as soon as I have the necessary|evidence, I intend to expose them and make it absolutely clear|that they are not welcome here.
Yes, sir.
Will this be a sequel|to Connecticut Yankee, Mr Twain? Name is Clemens, boy.
|Sam Clemens.
That's with an E.
With an E.
Got it.
Excuse me.
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages|of the Starship Enterprise.
Its continuing mission,|to explore strange new worlds, .
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to seek out new life|and new civilisations, .
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to boldly go|where no one has gone before.
The coroner said this is where|they kept the cholera victims.
It doesn't make sense that|so many people are dying of cholera.
It just isn't that virulent.
Will.
This is strange.
What is it? The cerebellum, the cerebral cortex,|the brain stem, the entire nervous system has been|depleted of electrochemical energy.
Here's another one.
|Same neural depletion.
These people did not die of cholera.
Their neural energy|was drained somehow.
Drained? And taken to Devidia II|for those aliens to ingest? If you were a time traveller with|a taste for human neural energy, where would you get your supply? I would travel back to a time when|there were plagues and epidemics, so I could murder|and use the disease as a cover.
Over half the victims came from|the Sisters of Hope lnfirmary.
The hospital near the waterfront.
If the aliens killed people there,|someone may have noticed something.
They must have taken on human form.
|But how do we know who to look for? The tricorder indicated triolic|activity from most of the bodies.
If the aliens left that signature,|they'll be detectable.
We might even be able to rig|some kind of alien-alarm system.
- Any luck contacting Data?|- None.
The tricorder's broadcasting|on all frequencies he might pick up, but the range is limited.
|Almost anything could interfere.
She's back.
Mr Picard? Yes, Mrs Carmichael? Mr Picard! I'll be reminding you|that it's one o'clock.
- Yes.
|- One o'clock on a Thursday.
I'm sure I made it clear to you|that the rent is always due, payable in full,|by one o'clock on Wednesdays.
Yes.
The rent.
Mrs Carmichael, even now my my troupe are in rehearsals|for a new production.
I haven't heard of a new production.
|What play is it? The play? A Midsummer Night's Dream.
We have|performed in London, Paris, Milan Milan! To sold-out houses.
I can assure you, you will have|the rent, in full, with a bonus.
No, no.
I've heard you|silver-tongued devils before.
I'll have my rent in full|tomorrow by one o'clock, or you'll be performing|on the street! I wouldn't do this for just anyone.
I hope you won't spread it around|I let you in.
People start talking.
Of course not, Jack.
I assure you,|Mr Data would be upset if you didn't.
If I can't find that letter of intent|that he left me, our major investor is going to pull|out and take his business elsewhere.
- It has to do with Mr Data's engine?|- Engine? Yes.
Yes.
Yes, this is exactly|what it's all about.
Mr Clemens, I'm gonna do you|another favour today.
You're always looking for|good stories, right? I've got a real humdinger for you.
|The story of my life.
You may think I'm young, but I've covered a lot of ground and|it'd make pretty fascinating reading.
- So, what do you think?|- About what? About writing my life story.
You and me.
|Literary partners, of course.
Young man, I have a maxim|that I have always lived by.
No one is more qualified|to write your story than you are.
Me? Be a writer?|Do you think I could do that? As long as it's about what you know.
|You got any passions? Any dreams? Well, I'd like to do some travelling,|maybe go to sea.
And I've had the strangest notion|to go see Alaska.
That's a great idea! Exactly|what I would do if I were your age.
Alaska, the Klondike,|the aurora borealis.
That's it! Follow your dreams|and write about 'em.
Thank you, Mr Clemens.
|That is exactly what I'll do.
- You do that.
|- You'll see my name in print.
- I'm sure I will.
|- Don't forget.
The name's London.
- Jack London.
|- Goodbye now.
Bye-bye.
I found the head surveyor,|I found the cavern.
You will not be able to get to it.
The entrance is on a mine shaft,|in the Presidio, on an army base.
- Perhaps you could get us in.
|- How? With permission|to dig for the mine shaft.
I've done all you've asked I have full confidence|in your persuasive abilities.
Well, it's more interesting|than throwing a tea dance.
Strange.
The transceiver assembly|has been removed.
Without it, I will be unable|to track the time shifts.
Twain.
- Clemens?|- Yes.
He's been driving me crazy.
He watches the house.
He follows me|down the street asking me questions.
If anyone took this,|you can believe it was him.
If so, he must be warned.
The device has been modified.
Prolonged contact with human tissue|would be toxic.
Madam Guinan.
- Mr Data.
|- Shame on you, Mr Clemens! Shame, madam? I think not.
I find no shame|in my efforts to uncover your plot! I keep telling you, there is no plot! Yes, you do keep telling me that.
What an interesting pair you are.
Where in Switzerland|did you say you were from, Mr Data? I am French, sir, not Swiss.
Yes, that's right.
|Now I remember.
A Frenchman.
With a talent for poker,|from what I hear.
You know, I was talking|to a friend of mine, Ches Whitley.
He says to say hello|and wonders when you're coming back.
I do not know a Mr Whitley.
No? He works|in the county assayer's office.
He said you've been in there claiming to be a geological engineer and wanting information about|mining operations during the 1850s.
You remember him now? I am unfamiliar with the name.
- I spoke to several people there.
|- Yes, I know.
And in the hall of records,|and in the Geological Society, and in a little-known mineral shop|in Chinatown.
You do get around, don't you? - As apparently you do, Mr Clemens.
|- Yes.
But I must admit,|you've got me mystified.
This contraption, for instance.
|It's very unusual.
It looks quite futuristic.
Tell me, might it have|something to do with time shifts? In a sense.
The time shift is a gearing system|I have invented - for the horseless carriage.
|- Do not insult me! You have come here to this century and brought your infernal technology|for God only knows what purpose, but it will be the people of|this century who will suffer for it! My dear Mr Clemens,|I do think we've heard enough.
Mr Data's business is his own,|and I will thank you to leave now.
Pardon me, Madam Guinan,|but it is my business, too.
It is the business of all humanity,|I believe, to stop both of you from|whatever it is you are doing here.
And that is what I intend to do! Just what are you doing|with those lamps? Replacing the burners.
|City ordinance.
Makes it safer|in case of earthquake.
There hasn't been|an earthquake here in 30 years.
Well, that takes care of this ward.
|Time to be moving on.
Earthquakes! Nurse! If you can handle things here,|I have to meet the board of patrons.
I'll try to manage.
There, by that bed.
I can see|an after-image of triolic waves.
They've been here recently,|I'd say within the last 24 hours.
A man died there last night.
This man complained about a strange doctor and nurse|who visited that patient.
Perhaps|they're still in the hospital.
Here.
|This'll make you more comfortable.
Do you need any help, Doctor? Dr Apollinaire felt|he had entered the algid state.
He was cyanotic,|pulse unobservable.
That's an interesting cane.
Doctor! Stand aside.
Let me in.
People said|there was gunfire in here.
A little misunderstanding.
|I was clearing people out.
I haven't seen you before.
I was sent here this morning|from downtown.
I worked downtown for three years.
- I don't remember you.
|- We'll be off.
No, wait.
I must ask you all to come|down to the station for questioning.
Including you.
Where'd you get that?|That's a gentleman's cane.
I've never seen a cane like this.
I'll have to confiscate it|for evidence.
I just want you to know that I have|the utmost respect for the law.
Let's go! Data! Boy, are we glad to see you! I suggest we postpone|our greetings for now.
- Agreed.
Get us out of here.
|- Halt! If we tune a phaser|to the frequency of triolic waves and lay down a field burst,|it might respond.
The ophidian|the aliens were carrying! What the Minute distortions in the space-time|continuum.
Like we saw on Devidia II.
So small they lasted only a second.
The aliens are able|to concentrate the distortion and direct it to|a specific time and place.
Maybe they have something,|a mechanism that focuses it.
Any device like that would produce|high levels of triolic waves.
Like in the cavern|where Data's head was.
- I have located that cavern.
|- Mr Picard! I know you're in there.
|Open the door! Mrs Carmichael "How now, spirit!|whither wander you?" "Over hill, over dale,|Thorough bush, thorough brier.
" Thank goodness you're here! We need someone for a part.
|You're just in time.
Mr Picard,|I need to be talking to you.
".
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would that he be gone.
" "I'll met by moonlight,|proud Titania.
" Now, Mrs Carmichael.
There.
"I'll met by moonlight,|proud Titania.
" "What, jealous Oberon!" "Fairies, skip hence:" "I have forsworn his bed and company.
" Well, I don't need to hear any more.
That was truly unique.
Really? I think we have found our Titania.
|Don't you agree? Well, I I did do a church play|when I was a lass.
Well, there you are! We start rehearsals tomorrow.
You're back.
I have wonderful news.
I've found a way to get onto|the Presidio and into the mine shaft.
It is alright.
- Do you know me?|- Very well.
- Do I know you?|- Not yet.
But you will.
Thanks for your help.
Be sure to put in|me spotting that phoney policeman.
Yes, sir, I will.
- Hello, son!|- Mr Clemens.
- What brings you here?|- Writer's curiosity.
I heard that two people vanished|into thin air in this infirmary.
One of the patients said that,|yes, sir, but the police deny it.
I bet they do.
They say a band of outlaws|set off an explosion and escaped.
Well,|what did these outlaws look like? The carriage they escaped in|was driven by an albino.
Mr Data.
- You know him?|- You bet I do.
- You say there were others with him?|- Yes.
At least a dozen.
His accomplices.
They've come|from the future.
It's an invasion! An invasion from the future? Mr Clemens! What can you tell me?|Do you have any proof? - When's your deadline?|- Five o'clock.
I'll meet you at your paper at 4.
30|with a story to make your career.
Thanks! Take me to the Presidio, driver,|and don't spare the whip! The triolic waves are as high|as they were on Devidia II.
- No sign of a control mechanism.
|- I'm not so sure.
My visor is picking up|crystalline fractures.
These walls have undergone some kind|of selective molecular polarisation.
In fact, this cavern was configured|to focus the space-time distortion.
Just like a lens.
Captain, we think|we might be onto something.
The cavern itself seems to be|acting as a focusing mechanism.
I'll bet it's the same|at their habitat on Devidia II.
If we can destroy that site, it'd|put an end to their time-travelling.
- We have the ophidian.
|- I don't know that we can get back.
The aliens use triolic energy|as a power source.
The energy our phasers generate|might not be entirely compatible.
We must try.
An event I most certainly|would enjoy witnessing! However, I will regretfully|waive that opportunity for the privilege of|taking you all in to the authorities.
Mr Clemens, it is imperative|that we continue our mission.
Mr Data, I have listened to|your stories, excuses and evasions.
I will listen no longer! It is my moral duty|to protect mankind from whatever devious plan|you have in mind.
Now, move along.
I suspect that even time travellers|are vulnerable to the Colt .
45.
Now, let's go.
I made a young fellow a promise|and I don't want to be late.
Follow him.
- Is everyone alright?|- I think so.
You?! Where are we? And when? It's the 24th century on Devidia II,|and you're not supposed to be here.
I have as much right to be in|your time as you had to be in mine! I wanted to see how you've conducted|my future affairs.
- Your future affairs?|- The affairs of mankind.
But the disappearance of Mark Twain,|a most noted literary figure? - Thank you.
|- It's not meant to happen.
I took advantage of an irresistible|opportunity.
Any good writer would.
- Bridge to away team, acknowledge.
|- We're here, Mr Worf.
Stand by to transport five.
Commander.
- Mr Worf?|- Yes, Commander? Make that six to transport.
- Where are we now?|- This is the Starship Enterprise.
I want a security escort|for this man.
Security? What for? Are you afraid|I'll go around stealing things? A werewolf! It's a long story, Mr Worf.
Let's take Data's body to the lab.
|I'll reattach the head we have.
That head is over 500 years old.
But it's the best chance we've got.
I want Mr Clemens|kept under escort at all times.
Commander,|perhaps I could handle that.
I'd be happy|to take Mr Clemens to his quarters.
Good idea.
- Will you accompany the Counsellor?|- Madam, I'd be delighted.
So, this is a spaceship.
You ever run into Halley's Comet? Gently.
Don't sit up too quickly.
Where'd everybody go? I hope they're all safely|back on the Enterprise by now.
- But you're still here.
|- You were hurt.
- I had to make sure you were OK.
|- And so you stayed for that? I didn't want anything|to happen to you.
You're far too important to me.
You know an awful lot about me.
Believe me, in the future,|the tables will be turned.
So we become friends? It goes far beyond friendship.
But I'll have to wait 500 years.
And when we meet, I won't even|be able to tell you about this.
No, because for me,|none of this will have happened yet.
What's that? That's history fulfilling itself.
History has to fulfil itself.
|Even Picard knew that.
You were there in the cavern.
|You know what happened.
What am I supposed to do? If I told you|what happened in that cavern, it might affect any decision|you'd make now.
I can't do that.
I won't.
Not telling me may affect|my decision.
Did you think of that? We're talking about Jean-Luc Picard.
I can't sit around|and hope it all works out.
I've got to do something! Any place that doesn't stock a good|cigar doesn't rank high in my book.
If you must have one,|I'm sure we can replicate it for you.
If you think|that one of these imitations can take the place of|a hand-wrapped Havana - I wouldn't know.
|- Well, that's the problem here.
All this technology only serves|to take away life's simple pleasures.
You don't even let a man|open the door for a lady.
I think what we've gained outweighs|anything that might have been lost.
Well, I'm not so impressed|with this future.
Huge starships and weapons that|can no doubt destroy entire cities, and military conquest|as a way of life? Is that what you see here? I know what you say,|that this is a vessel of exploration and that your mission|is to discover new worlds.
That's what the Spanish said.
Deck 36.
And the Dutch and the Portuguese.
|It's what all conquerors say.
I'm sure that's what you told|that blue-skinned fellow I just saw before you brought him here|to serve you.
He's one of thousands of species|that we've encountered.
We live in a peaceful federation|with most of them.
The people you see|are here by choice.
So they're a privileged few|who serve on these ships, Iiving in luxury|and wanting for nothing.
But what about everybody else?|What about the poor? You ignore them.
Poverty was eliminated on Earth|a long time ago and a lot of other things|disappeared with it.
Hopelessness, despair, cruelty.
I come from a time|when men achieve power and wealth by standing on the backs of the poor, where prejudice and intolerance|are commonplace and power is an end unto itself.
And you're telling me|that isn't how it is any more? That's right.
Well, maybe .
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it's worth giving up cigars for|after all.
- Any luck?|- Not so far.
His activating units|won't initialise.
I thought they would have been|protected by his buffering program, but I guess 500 years|is just too long a wait.
My watch! - That's it.
|- Yeah.
It was found in the cavern|where Data's head was.
I guess after 500 years|that's not likely to work either.
Mr Data, I fear I have sadly misjudged you.
As I have misjudged many things.
Can you communicate? Yes.
You're injured.
Why have you interfered with us? You hunt us.
You kill us.
We cannot allow that.
We need your energy.
- Perhaps we can find a substitute.
|- No.
There is none.
We must continue.
We know how you move|back and forth through time.
My crew have returned|to the 24th century to destroy your transport site|on Devidia II.
Destroy it? Your weapons will only amplify|the time distortion.
You will annihilate your own world.
I'm going back for Capt Picard.
Mr Worf, assemble an away team|to accompany me.
Doctor, what can you tell me|about that ophidian? I've started tests.
In a few hours I can't give the alien more time.
I haven't determined if our phaser|energy can generate a stable field.
- The risk would be|- I'll take that risk! - Permission to speak frankly.
|- Go ahead.
Our priority is to stop the aliens|from any more incursions to Earth.
Any delay is unacceptable.
If I can save Picard,|I consider it very acceptable.
The Captain would not! We should target torpedoes on|the alien habitat and destroy it.
Immediately.
He's right, Will.
Power up the photons, Mr Worf.
|Alert me when they're ready.
Computer,|initialise the reload circuits.
Reload circuits are initialising.
OK.
Data? This ought to do it.
I don't get it.
I don't understand|why this isn't working.
Computer, .
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run me a diagnostic|on the input polarisers.
There is intermittent contact|in the input polarisers.
Intermittent? What?! An iron filing.
|How'd that get in there? I have set the photons|to fire in staggered rounds, detonating in ten-second intervals.
Very well, fire when ready.
The sequence will be ready|to initiate in one minute.
Computer, run another diagnostic|on the input polarisers.
Polariser circuits are functioning.
Well, then, that ought to do it.
OK, Data, come on now.
Torpedoes.
Phasing.
Alien.
I am processing a binary message entered into my static memory|by Capt Picard.
Geordi, are we planning|to fire on the alien habitat? - Yeah, but|- It is imperative that we do not.
- I will explain later.
|- La Forge to Riker.
Hold your fire! The binary message left by|the Captain is not entirely clear.
He's concerned about the phase|differential of our torpedoes, that firing them might produce|catastrophic effects.
So how can we destroy their habitat? If I am correct,|we must modify our weapons so the force of the explosion is|re-phased into their time continuum.
We could alter the photons|with phase discriminators.
- How long will it take?|- At least a couple of hours.
- Fine.
I'll have time to go get him.
|- Sir? I'm going back to get the Captain.
|Doctor? My analysis of the phasers suggests|you'd be able to open the rift, but you couldn't transport|more than one person.
- If I go back, only one can return?|- That's right.
Then I have|the perfect solution for you.
I'm the one who should return|to the 19th century and remain there|so your captain can return here.
There's a risk.
We're not sure|how stable the rift will be.
There's risk in everything.
|The point is, it's the right choice! I've got more books to write, and|your captain has a job to do here.
Geordi, brief him|on what he needs to know.
Aye, sir.
I'm glad I have a chance|to thank you.
For what, sir? For starting me out on the greatest|adventure a man's ever had! And for helping a bitter old man|to open his eyes and see that the future|turned out pretty well after all.
I'm thirsty.
I'm going to get help.
|We have to get you out of here.
No, don't.
Don't go.
- They'll be back for you soon.
|- No, you need help.
This thing put me down|in the middle of Market Street! Took forever to get here.
Cmdr La Forge has just completed|the reconfiguration of the torpedoes.
If Clemens got back, the Captain|should have been here by now.
We have no way of knowing|if Mr Clemens was successful.
Re-establish your firing pattern.
|We'll wait five more minutes.
Aye, sir.
There's no time for chitchat, sir.
According to Mr La Forge,|who did get your message, by the way, a frequency setting of|.
047 on your phaser will correctly activate|this creature.
You have to get help.
|Guinan needs medical attention.
I promise she will be attended to.
And there is a bill|at the boarding house.
- I'll settle it.
|- Thank you.
I wish time would have allowed me|to know you better.
You'll just have to read my books.
|What I am is pretty much there.
I'll see you in 500 years, Picard.
And I'll see you in a few minutes.
Commander, I am picking up massive|triolic-wave activity on the surface.
- Is it the Captain?|- There are no human life signs.
- No sign of temporal distortion?|- No, sir.
But triolic activity is increasing.
The aliens.
- Mr Worf, are the photons ready?|- Yes, sir.
Fire.
Torpedoes away, sir.
Sir, I am detecting|a temporal distortion on the surface.
And human life signs.
O'Brien, get him out! - Have you got him?|- He has indeed.
And believe me, it's good to be back.
We have destroyed the target.
|There is no further triolic activity.
Ensign, lay in a course|for the nearest starbase.
Warp six.
Captain's log, stardate 46001.
3.
Everyone who should be|in the 19th century is safely there and those who should be|in the 24th are here.
Mr Data has been restored to us,|head and all, and Samuel Clemens|will write the books he was to have written|after our encounter.
Now be careful, boys,|don't jostle her too much.
Don't worry, Madam Guinan,|you're gonna be fine! (ENGLlSH)
They found Data's head|a mile beneath San Francisco.
Been down there about five centuries.
At some future date, I will be|taken back to 19th-century Earth, where I will die.
It has occurred.
It will occur.
Do I know you, Mr Data.
Yes.
We were on a ship together.
- The Enterprise.
|- Is that a clipper ship? - It is a starship.
|- Starship? My God.
They're delivering more|of them for the others to ingest.
Did my father send you? If he did, go back and tell him I was not sent by him.
We encountered a species who|is threatening 19th-century Earth.
I can't accept that he's dead|and just leave it.
- We cannot make Data a priority.
|- What is more important than Data? - Remember the first time we met?|- Of course.
Don't be so sure.
If you don't go on this mission,|we'll never meet.
And now, the conclusion.
I've long been interested in|the notion of time travellers.
In fact, I wrote a book about it.
|It tells the tale of a man of our era who fouls the 6th century|by introducing newfangled gadgets and weapons,|all in the name of progress.
This idea of time travel Not so far-fetched as it might seem.
In fact,|I have just learned that even now there are people from the future|right here in San Francisco, and I have no doubt that|their intent is to foul our world just like my Yankee did|in King Arthur's time.
Well, let me serve notice, as soon as I have the necessary|evidence, I intend to expose them and make it absolutely clear|that they are not welcome here.
Yes, sir.
Will this be a sequel|to Connecticut Yankee, Mr Twain? Name is Clemens, boy.
|Sam Clemens.
That's with an E.
With an E.
Got it.
Excuse me.
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages|of the Starship Enterprise.
Its continuing mission,|to explore strange new worlds, .
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to seek out new life|and new civilisations, .
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to boldly go|where no one has gone before.
The coroner said this is where|they kept the cholera victims.
It doesn't make sense that|so many people are dying of cholera.
It just isn't that virulent.
Will.
This is strange.
What is it? The cerebellum, the cerebral cortex,|the brain stem, the entire nervous system has been|depleted of electrochemical energy.
Here's another one.
|Same neural depletion.
These people did not die of cholera.
Their neural energy|was drained somehow.
Drained? And taken to Devidia II|for those aliens to ingest? If you were a time traveller with|a taste for human neural energy, where would you get your supply? I would travel back to a time when|there were plagues and epidemics, so I could murder|and use the disease as a cover.
Over half the victims came from|the Sisters of Hope lnfirmary.
The hospital near the waterfront.
If the aliens killed people there,|someone may have noticed something.
They must have taken on human form.
|But how do we know who to look for? The tricorder indicated triolic|activity from most of the bodies.
If the aliens left that signature,|they'll be detectable.
We might even be able to rig|some kind of alien-alarm system.
- Any luck contacting Data?|- None.
The tricorder's broadcasting|on all frequencies he might pick up, but the range is limited.
|Almost anything could interfere.
She's back.
Mr Picard? Yes, Mrs Carmichael? Mr Picard! I'll be reminding you|that it's one o'clock.
- Yes.
|- One o'clock on a Thursday.
I'm sure I made it clear to you|that the rent is always due, payable in full,|by one o'clock on Wednesdays.
Yes.
The rent.
Mrs Carmichael, even now my my troupe are in rehearsals|for a new production.
I haven't heard of a new production.
|What play is it? The play? A Midsummer Night's Dream.
We have|performed in London, Paris, Milan Milan! To sold-out houses.
I can assure you, you will have|the rent, in full, with a bonus.
No, no.
I've heard you|silver-tongued devils before.
I'll have my rent in full|tomorrow by one o'clock, or you'll be performing|on the street! I wouldn't do this for just anyone.
I hope you won't spread it around|I let you in.
People start talking.
Of course not, Jack.
I assure you,|Mr Data would be upset if you didn't.
If I can't find that letter of intent|that he left me, our major investor is going to pull|out and take his business elsewhere.
- It has to do with Mr Data's engine?|- Engine? Yes.
Yes.
Yes, this is exactly|what it's all about.
Mr Clemens, I'm gonna do you|another favour today.
You're always looking for|good stories, right? I've got a real humdinger for you.
|The story of my life.
You may think I'm young, but I've covered a lot of ground and|it'd make pretty fascinating reading.
- So, what do you think?|- About what? About writing my life story.
You and me.
|Literary partners, of course.
Young man, I have a maxim|that I have always lived by.
No one is more qualified|to write your story than you are.
Me? Be a writer?|Do you think I could do that? As long as it's about what you know.
|You got any passions? Any dreams? Well, I'd like to do some travelling,|maybe go to sea.
And I've had the strangest notion|to go see Alaska.
That's a great idea! Exactly|what I would do if I were your age.
Alaska, the Klondike,|the aurora borealis.
That's it! Follow your dreams|and write about 'em.
Thank you, Mr Clemens.
|That is exactly what I'll do.
- You do that.
|- You'll see my name in print.
- I'm sure I will.
|- Don't forget.
The name's London.
- Jack London.
|- Goodbye now.
Bye-bye.
I found the head surveyor,|I found the cavern.
You will not be able to get to it.
The entrance is on a mine shaft,|in the Presidio, on an army base.
- Perhaps you could get us in.
|- How? With permission|to dig for the mine shaft.
I've done all you've asked I have full confidence|in your persuasive abilities.
Well, it's more interesting|than throwing a tea dance.
Strange.
The transceiver assembly|has been removed.
Without it, I will be unable|to track the time shifts.
Twain.
- Clemens?|- Yes.
He's been driving me crazy.
He watches the house.
He follows me|down the street asking me questions.
If anyone took this,|you can believe it was him.
If so, he must be warned.
The device has been modified.
Prolonged contact with human tissue|would be toxic.
Madam Guinan.
- Mr Data.
|- Shame on you, Mr Clemens! Shame, madam? I think not.
I find no shame|in my efforts to uncover your plot! I keep telling you, there is no plot! Yes, you do keep telling me that.
What an interesting pair you are.
Where in Switzerland|did you say you were from, Mr Data? I am French, sir, not Swiss.
Yes, that's right.
|Now I remember.
A Frenchman.
With a talent for poker,|from what I hear.
You know, I was talking|to a friend of mine, Ches Whitley.
He says to say hello|and wonders when you're coming back.
I do not know a Mr Whitley.
No? He works|in the county assayer's office.
He said you've been in there claiming to be a geological engineer and wanting information about|mining operations during the 1850s.
You remember him now? I am unfamiliar with the name.
- I spoke to several people there.
|- Yes, I know.
And in the hall of records,|and in the Geological Society, and in a little-known mineral shop|in Chinatown.
You do get around, don't you? - As apparently you do, Mr Clemens.
|- Yes.
But I must admit,|you've got me mystified.
This contraption, for instance.
|It's very unusual.
It looks quite futuristic.
Tell me, might it have|something to do with time shifts? In a sense.
The time shift is a gearing system|I have invented - for the horseless carriage.
|- Do not insult me! You have come here to this century and brought your infernal technology|for God only knows what purpose, but it will be the people of|this century who will suffer for it! My dear Mr Clemens,|I do think we've heard enough.
Mr Data's business is his own,|and I will thank you to leave now.
Pardon me, Madam Guinan,|but it is my business, too.
It is the business of all humanity,|I believe, to stop both of you from|whatever it is you are doing here.
And that is what I intend to do! Just what are you doing|with those lamps? Replacing the burners.
|City ordinance.
Makes it safer|in case of earthquake.
There hasn't been|an earthquake here in 30 years.
Well, that takes care of this ward.
|Time to be moving on.
Earthquakes! Nurse! If you can handle things here,|I have to meet the board of patrons.
I'll try to manage.
There, by that bed.
I can see|an after-image of triolic waves.
They've been here recently,|I'd say within the last 24 hours.
A man died there last night.
This man complained about a strange doctor and nurse|who visited that patient.
Perhaps|they're still in the hospital.
Here.
|This'll make you more comfortable.
Do you need any help, Doctor? Dr Apollinaire felt|he had entered the algid state.
He was cyanotic,|pulse unobservable.
That's an interesting cane.
Doctor! Stand aside.
Let me in.
People said|there was gunfire in here.
A little misunderstanding.
|I was clearing people out.
I haven't seen you before.
I was sent here this morning|from downtown.
I worked downtown for three years.
- I don't remember you.
|- We'll be off.
No, wait.
I must ask you all to come|down to the station for questioning.
Including you.
Where'd you get that?|That's a gentleman's cane.
I've never seen a cane like this.
I'll have to confiscate it|for evidence.
I just want you to know that I have|the utmost respect for the law.
Let's go! Data! Boy, are we glad to see you! I suggest we postpone|our greetings for now.
- Agreed.
Get us out of here.
|- Halt! If we tune a phaser|to the frequency of triolic waves and lay down a field burst,|it might respond.
The ophidian|the aliens were carrying! What the Minute distortions in the space-time|continuum.
Like we saw on Devidia II.
So small they lasted only a second.
The aliens are able|to concentrate the distortion and direct it to|a specific time and place.
Maybe they have something,|a mechanism that focuses it.
Any device like that would produce|high levels of triolic waves.
Like in the cavern|where Data's head was.
- I have located that cavern.
|- Mr Picard! I know you're in there.
|Open the door! Mrs Carmichael "How now, spirit!|whither wander you?" "Over hill, over dale,|Thorough bush, thorough brier.
" Thank goodness you're here! We need someone for a part.
|You're just in time.
Mr Picard,|I need to be talking to you.
".
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would that he be gone.
" "I'll met by moonlight,|proud Titania.
" Now, Mrs Carmichael.
There.
"I'll met by moonlight,|proud Titania.
" "What, jealous Oberon!" "Fairies, skip hence:" "I have forsworn his bed and company.
" Well, I don't need to hear any more.
That was truly unique.
Really? I think we have found our Titania.
|Don't you agree? Well, I I did do a church play|when I was a lass.
Well, there you are! We start rehearsals tomorrow.
You're back.
I have wonderful news.
I've found a way to get onto|the Presidio and into the mine shaft.
It is alright.
- Do you know me?|- Very well.
- Do I know you?|- Not yet.
But you will.
Thanks for your help.
Be sure to put in|me spotting that phoney policeman.
Yes, sir, I will.
- Hello, son!|- Mr Clemens.
- What brings you here?|- Writer's curiosity.
I heard that two people vanished|into thin air in this infirmary.
One of the patients said that,|yes, sir, but the police deny it.
I bet they do.
They say a band of outlaws|set off an explosion and escaped.
Well,|what did these outlaws look like? The carriage they escaped in|was driven by an albino.
Mr Data.
- You know him?|- You bet I do.
- You say there were others with him?|- Yes.
At least a dozen.
His accomplices.
They've come|from the future.
It's an invasion! An invasion from the future? Mr Clemens! What can you tell me?|Do you have any proof? - When's your deadline?|- Five o'clock.
I'll meet you at your paper at 4.
30|with a story to make your career.
Thanks! Take me to the Presidio, driver,|and don't spare the whip! The triolic waves are as high|as they were on Devidia II.
- No sign of a control mechanism.
|- I'm not so sure.
My visor is picking up|crystalline fractures.
These walls have undergone some kind|of selective molecular polarisation.
In fact, this cavern was configured|to focus the space-time distortion.
Just like a lens.
Captain, we think|we might be onto something.
The cavern itself seems to be|acting as a focusing mechanism.
I'll bet it's the same|at their habitat on Devidia II.
If we can destroy that site, it'd|put an end to their time-travelling.
- We have the ophidian.
|- I don't know that we can get back.
The aliens use triolic energy|as a power source.
The energy our phasers generate|might not be entirely compatible.
We must try.
An event I most certainly|would enjoy witnessing! However, I will regretfully|waive that opportunity for the privilege of|taking you all in to the authorities.
Mr Clemens, it is imperative|that we continue our mission.
Mr Data, I have listened to|your stories, excuses and evasions.
I will listen no longer! It is my moral duty|to protect mankind from whatever devious plan|you have in mind.
Now, move along.
I suspect that even time travellers|are vulnerable to the Colt .
45.
Now, let's go.
I made a young fellow a promise|and I don't want to be late.
Follow him.
- Is everyone alright?|- I think so.
You?! Where are we? And when? It's the 24th century on Devidia II,|and you're not supposed to be here.
I have as much right to be in|your time as you had to be in mine! I wanted to see how you've conducted|my future affairs.
- Your future affairs?|- The affairs of mankind.
But the disappearance of Mark Twain,|a most noted literary figure? - Thank you.
|- It's not meant to happen.
I took advantage of an irresistible|opportunity.
Any good writer would.
- Bridge to away team, acknowledge.
|- We're here, Mr Worf.
Stand by to transport five.
Commander.
- Mr Worf?|- Yes, Commander? Make that six to transport.
- Where are we now?|- This is the Starship Enterprise.
I want a security escort|for this man.
Security? What for? Are you afraid|I'll go around stealing things? A werewolf! It's a long story, Mr Worf.
Let's take Data's body to the lab.
|I'll reattach the head we have.
That head is over 500 years old.
But it's the best chance we've got.
I want Mr Clemens|kept under escort at all times.
Commander,|perhaps I could handle that.
I'd be happy|to take Mr Clemens to his quarters.
Good idea.
- Will you accompany the Counsellor?|- Madam, I'd be delighted.
So, this is a spaceship.
You ever run into Halley's Comet? Gently.
Don't sit up too quickly.
Where'd everybody go? I hope they're all safely|back on the Enterprise by now.
- But you're still here.
|- You were hurt.
- I had to make sure you were OK.
|- And so you stayed for that? I didn't want anything|to happen to you.
You're far too important to me.
You know an awful lot about me.
Believe me, in the future,|the tables will be turned.
So we become friends? It goes far beyond friendship.
But I'll have to wait 500 years.
And when we meet, I won't even|be able to tell you about this.
No, because for me,|none of this will have happened yet.
What's that? That's history fulfilling itself.
History has to fulfil itself.
|Even Picard knew that.
You were there in the cavern.
|You know what happened.
What am I supposed to do? If I told you|what happened in that cavern, it might affect any decision|you'd make now.
I can't do that.
I won't.
Not telling me may affect|my decision.
Did you think of that? We're talking about Jean-Luc Picard.
I can't sit around|and hope it all works out.
I've got to do something! Any place that doesn't stock a good|cigar doesn't rank high in my book.
If you must have one,|I'm sure we can replicate it for you.
If you think|that one of these imitations can take the place of|a hand-wrapped Havana - I wouldn't know.
|- Well, that's the problem here.
All this technology only serves|to take away life's simple pleasures.
You don't even let a man|open the door for a lady.
I think what we've gained outweighs|anything that might have been lost.
Well, I'm not so impressed|with this future.
Huge starships and weapons that|can no doubt destroy entire cities, and military conquest|as a way of life? Is that what you see here? I know what you say,|that this is a vessel of exploration and that your mission|is to discover new worlds.
That's what the Spanish said.
Deck 36.
And the Dutch and the Portuguese.
|It's what all conquerors say.
I'm sure that's what you told|that blue-skinned fellow I just saw before you brought him here|to serve you.
He's one of thousands of species|that we've encountered.
We live in a peaceful federation|with most of them.
The people you see|are here by choice.
So they're a privileged few|who serve on these ships, Iiving in luxury|and wanting for nothing.
But what about everybody else?|What about the poor? You ignore them.
Poverty was eliminated on Earth|a long time ago and a lot of other things|disappeared with it.
Hopelessness, despair, cruelty.
I come from a time|when men achieve power and wealth by standing on the backs of the poor, where prejudice and intolerance|are commonplace and power is an end unto itself.
And you're telling me|that isn't how it is any more? That's right.
Well, maybe .
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it's worth giving up cigars for|after all.
- Any luck?|- Not so far.
His activating units|won't initialise.
I thought they would have been|protected by his buffering program, but I guess 500 years|is just too long a wait.
My watch! - That's it.
|- Yeah.
It was found in the cavern|where Data's head was.
I guess after 500 years|that's not likely to work either.
Mr Data, I fear I have sadly misjudged you.
As I have misjudged many things.
Can you communicate? Yes.
You're injured.
Why have you interfered with us? You hunt us.
You kill us.
We cannot allow that.
We need your energy.
- Perhaps we can find a substitute.
|- No.
There is none.
We must continue.
We know how you move|back and forth through time.
My crew have returned|to the 24th century to destroy your transport site|on Devidia II.
Destroy it? Your weapons will only amplify|the time distortion.
You will annihilate your own world.
I'm going back for Capt Picard.
Mr Worf, assemble an away team|to accompany me.
Doctor, what can you tell me|about that ophidian? I've started tests.
In a few hours I can't give the alien more time.
I haven't determined if our phaser|energy can generate a stable field.
- The risk would be|- I'll take that risk! - Permission to speak frankly.
|- Go ahead.
Our priority is to stop the aliens|from any more incursions to Earth.
Any delay is unacceptable.
If I can save Picard,|I consider it very acceptable.
The Captain would not! We should target torpedoes on|the alien habitat and destroy it.
Immediately.
He's right, Will.
Power up the photons, Mr Worf.
|Alert me when they're ready.
Computer,|initialise the reload circuits.
Reload circuits are initialising.
OK.
Data? This ought to do it.
I don't get it.
I don't understand|why this isn't working.
Computer, .
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run me a diagnostic|on the input polarisers.
There is intermittent contact|in the input polarisers.
Intermittent? What?! An iron filing.
|How'd that get in there? I have set the photons|to fire in staggered rounds, detonating in ten-second intervals.
Very well, fire when ready.
The sequence will be ready|to initiate in one minute.
Computer, run another diagnostic|on the input polarisers.
Polariser circuits are functioning.
Well, then, that ought to do it.
OK, Data, come on now.
Torpedoes.
Phasing.
Alien.
I am processing a binary message entered into my static memory|by Capt Picard.
Geordi, are we planning|to fire on the alien habitat? - Yeah, but|- It is imperative that we do not.
- I will explain later.
|- La Forge to Riker.
Hold your fire! The binary message left by|the Captain is not entirely clear.
He's concerned about the phase|differential of our torpedoes, that firing them might produce|catastrophic effects.
So how can we destroy their habitat? If I am correct,|we must modify our weapons so the force of the explosion is|re-phased into their time continuum.
We could alter the photons|with phase discriminators.
- How long will it take?|- At least a couple of hours.
- Fine.
I'll have time to go get him.
|- Sir? I'm going back to get the Captain.
|Doctor? My analysis of the phasers suggests|you'd be able to open the rift, but you couldn't transport|more than one person.
- If I go back, only one can return?|- That's right.
Then I have|the perfect solution for you.
I'm the one who should return|to the 19th century and remain there|so your captain can return here.
There's a risk.
We're not sure|how stable the rift will be.
There's risk in everything.
|The point is, it's the right choice! I've got more books to write, and|your captain has a job to do here.
Geordi, brief him|on what he needs to know.
Aye, sir.
I'm glad I have a chance|to thank you.
For what, sir? For starting me out on the greatest|adventure a man's ever had! And for helping a bitter old man|to open his eyes and see that the future|turned out pretty well after all.
I'm thirsty.
I'm going to get help.
|We have to get you out of here.
No, don't.
Don't go.
- They'll be back for you soon.
|- No, you need help.
This thing put me down|in the middle of Market Street! Took forever to get here.
Cmdr La Forge has just completed|the reconfiguration of the torpedoes.
If Clemens got back, the Captain|should have been here by now.
We have no way of knowing|if Mr Clemens was successful.
Re-establish your firing pattern.
|We'll wait five more minutes.
Aye, sir.
There's no time for chitchat, sir.
According to Mr La Forge,|who did get your message, by the way, a frequency setting of|.
047 on your phaser will correctly activate|this creature.
You have to get help.
|Guinan needs medical attention.
I promise she will be attended to.
And there is a bill|at the boarding house.
- I'll settle it.
|- Thank you.
I wish time would have allowed me|to know you better.
You'll just have to read my books.
|What I am is pretty much there.
I'll see you in 500 years, Picard.
And I'll see you in a few minutes.
Commander, I am picking up massive|triolic-wave activity on the surface.
- Is it the Captain?|- There are no human life signs.
- No sign of temporal distortion?|- No, sir.
But triolic activity is increasing.
The aliens.
- Mr Worf, are the photons ready?|- Yes, sir.
Fire.
Torpedoes away, sir.
Sir, I am detecting|a temporal distortion on the surface.
And human life signs.
O'Brien, get him out! - Have you got him?|- He has indeed.
And believe me, it's good to be back.
We have destroyed the target.
|There is no further triolic activity.
Ensign, lay in a course|for the nearest starbase.
Warp six.
Captain's log, stardate 46001.
3.
Everyone who should be|in the 19th century is safely there and those who should be|in the 24th are here.
Mr Data has been restored to us,|head and all, and Samuel Clemens|will write the books he was to have written|after our encounter.
Now be careful, boys,|don't jostle her too much.
Don't worry, Madam Guinan,|you're gonna be fine! (ENGLlSH)