Star Trek: The Next Generation s06e08 Episode Script
A Fistful of Datas
Captain's log, stardate 46271.
5.
The Enterprise|has entered orbit of Deinonychus VII but our rendezvous with supply ship|Biko has been delayed by 48 hours.
In the meantime, the crew|are taking advantage of the delay to pursue their own projects,|myself included.
Computer, stop playback.
Change the clarinet to an oboe.
Continue recording.
Computer, pause playback.
Come.
Yes, gentlemen? We'd like to take the Engineering|computer off line for a few hours.
We are working on an interface|to allow Data to act as backup.
In theory, my neural network|should sustain key systems until primary control is restored.
Intriguing.
I'll be interested to see|the results.
Permission granted.
It's possible we could run secondary|systems through Data.
I get the idea.
Thank you.
|Please proceed.
Computer, begin playback|from the first measure.
Computer, pause recording.
Come.
Jean-Luc, I need to talk|about Something for Breakfast.
Breakfast? - The play.
|- Yes.
Well, it's a very intriguing drama.
But I don't have the time it would|take to learn a part.
Anyway, I'm not much of an actor.
That's no problem.
You wouldn't be playing a lead.
It's a very small part.
|Only two lines.
- Really?|- It's the role of the butler.
I'll think about it and let you know.
You would be wonderful, Jean-Luc.
We're rehearsing today at 1:30.
Computer, begin playback|from the first measure.
Computer, pause recording.
Yes? Captain, sorry to interrupt.
No, please, come in.
I was hoping to stage|ship-wide security drills.
I have planned a schedule.
This is very impressive.
But we'll be taking on|new personnel at Starbase 118.
The drills can wait till then.
In that case, I will use the time|to check the forward phaser array.
Mr Worf, is there some reason|why you're giving yourself more work? No, sir.
I simply wish to use Enjoy yourself.
|You have free time.
Use it.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Computer, continue recording|and playback once more.
From the top.
Father! What did he say? The Captain released me|from my duties.
- You mean you can go?|- I can go.
Saddle up, Father.
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages|of the Starship Enterprise.
Its continuing mission,|to explore strange new worlds, .
.
to seek out new life|and new civilisations, .
.
to boldly go|where no one has gone before.
Where are we? Deadwood.
19th-century Earth.
The Ancient West.
What is our function here? You're the sheriff|and I'm the deputy.
So, we are in law enforcement.
Right.
Geordi, I have noticed|that you have not shaved.
Are you attempting|to grow another beard? As a matter of fact, I am.
|What do you think? As with many|natural growth processes, it is difficult to envision|based on an intermediate stage.
You're right.
|Give it a few more days.
OK.
I'm gonna need to access|your auxiliary inputs.
One moment.
I must admit, I never get used|to seeing you like this.
I do not understand.
You constantly work|on similar electronic systems, yet their appearances|do not disturb you.
But you're not just another|electronic system.
Thank you, Geordi.
Nor are you just another|biological organism.
Alright.
That should do it.
|Are you ready? Yes.
Establishing computer linkup.
Interface complete.
Alright.
Let's see what you can do.
You wrote this holodeck program? Well, Mr Barclay helped a little.
I must have a little talk|with Mr Barclay.
If ever I find the varmint|that drew this, he'll be sorry.
I'm ten times uglier than that.
Shut up.
You laugh so much, it's a wonder|you ain't got flies in your mouth.
You're a very funny man, Se~nor Eli.
That's the bad guy.
Eli Hollander,|the Butcher of Bozeman.
He's killed 23 men.
He's the meanest,|toughest gunslinger in the West.
You have to watch him.
He's fast.
- So I am here to apprehend him?|- If you can.
You are under arrest.
Is that so? You will come with me.
No, no, no.
Computer, freeze program.
- What is wrong?|- That was too easy.
It has to be harder to beat|the bad guys, otherwise, it's no fun.
Computer, increase program difficulty|to level four.
Go back to where we first walked|into the saloon.
Come on, Father.
If ever I find the varmint|that drew this, he'll be sorry.
I'm ten times uglier than that.
Shut up.
You laugh so much, it's a wonder|you ain't got flies in your mouth.
You're a very funny man, Senor Eli.
Where are they going? They don't wanna get hit|by the bullets.
You are under arrest.
Well Looks like Sheriff Worf's here|to arrest me.
That don't sound like a bright idea.
Do it? You have been accused|of committing a homicide.
If you mean murder,|then I guess I'm guilty.
I've killed 23 men, Sheriff.
One more ain't gonna make|much of a difference.
Of course, shooting someone|as ugly as you couldn't be considered a crime,|could it? Was you born that way|or did your momma marry an armadillo? Sheriff, look out.
I'm beginning to see|the appeal of this.
Don't twitch a whisker, Sheriff,|unless you want a shave.
OK, boys.
Saddle up.
But first,|get their money and jewellery.
You are a murderer and a thief.
A man's gotta make a living.
I suggest|you find a new line of work.
I asked Counsellor Troi to join us.
|She loves Western stories.
You'll regret this, stranger.
I am now attempting to access|the long-range sensor array.
Forward sensor array coming on line.
We're getting a clear scan.
I will perform a routine maintenance|check on the inertial dampers.
Dampers on line.
|Maintenance check in progress.
Data, we're on to something here.
Let's see about secondary systems.
|Try gravitational control.
Initiating grav What's wrong? There's an energy fluctuation|in my neural net.
I am disconnecting|my interface to the computer.
Interface deactivated.
Are you alright? I have experienced a power surge|in my positronic subprocessor.
But I am fine.
Maybe the interface coding|isn't as stable as we thought.
We've got a few hours of systems|analysis before we try again.
Let's check|the interface programming.
What are his rights? Is there a trial|or shall I execute him? We're supposed to hold him|till the US Marshal comes.
Then we take him to Rapids City|for trial.
Frankly, I don't think|I'll be around here that long, not after my old man|hears about this.
What old man are you referring to? My pa.
When he breaks me out|of this tin can, the grave digger'll|be working overtime.
Your pa is no match|for Sheriff Worf.
Yes.
When your pa comes,|we will be ready for him.
He's right.
You're no match for the Hollanders.
I am sure that the three of us|can handle any problems.
Hold on.
I was just passing,|saw a little trouble and lent a hand.
But I ain't one of your deputies,|Sheriff.
Counsellor, I would appreciate|support in this matter.
Durango.
I'm called Durango.
Yes.
Counsellor Durango, would you|consider becoming a temporary deputy? For a price.
$500.
Alexander, we require|large amounts of currency.
Yes, sir! I'll go to the bank|and make a withdrawal.
Deanna, how do you know so much|about this period in Earth's history? My father read me stories from|the Ancient West when I was little.
I must admit, I always wanted|to play the mysterious stranger.
You are so brave, facing down|that evil man like you did.
Why, thank you, Ms? Annie, you big galoot.
You best not forget that tonight.
Cos I'm gonna make you a beefsteak|and gooseberry cobbler for dessert.
Sounds delicious.
And I bought some special candles|for the table setting.
Pure beeswax.
I will not be able to come|this evening.
I have a prisoner.
I'll keep an eye on him.
|You two have a good time.
That's very considerate.
But I would be negligent in my duties|if I did not stay.
Sorry.
It's another woman.
That floozy|at Miss Langford's house of pleasure! Who? You sure got a way with women,|Sheriff.
Computer, activate|Picard Mozart Trio, program one.
Play back tracks one, two and three.
Tempo allegro.
Computer, stop playback.
Computer,|identify musical composition.
Picard Mozart "Trio", program one.
OK.
Let's work through Act II|from the beginning.
Whenever you're ready.
"Felis catus|is your taxonomic nomenclature, An endothermic quadruped,|carnivorous by nature" Hold it.
Will, what are you reading? The lines.
Why? That's not the right dialogue.
"Your visual,|olfactory and auditory senses" I recognise it.
|This is Data's poetry.
What? The play's gone.
|I just keep getting more poetry.
Well, the paths|are functioning normally.
Seems to be a problem|with information retrieval.
When you called up your play, the computer|accessed Data's literary files.
Perhaps this problem is related|to our interface experiment.
Better run a level-two diagnostic.
|See if this problem has spread.
- I will perform a self-diagnostic.
|- Good idea.
Let me know if you find the play.
Yeah, don't worry.
|It's in here somewhere.
We got him, jefe.
Where's my boy? I'm not supposed|to be kidnapped now.
Computer, freeze program.
Computer, freeze program.
You want us to kill him, Senor Frank? No.
He's more valuable to us alive.
Feline supplement 127.
Spot, I have formulated|a new mixture of food designed for your|highly selective tastes.
I find it difficult to predict|what you will find acceptable.
Perhaps hunger|will compel you to try it again.
Spot, you are disrupting|my ability to work.
Vamoose, you little varmint.
What'll it be? I was looking for my deputy.
|Perhaps you have seen him.
Nope.
What'll you have? Klingon fire wine.
This ain't Kansas City.
We ain't got none|of that fancy European stuff here.
Maybe I should get you a sherry.
Ain't that what they serve|at Miss Langford's? It is, ain't it? Ain't it? Howdy, Sheriff.
Commander.
What are you doing here? The name is Frank Hollander.
What are you looking at? Nothing.
|Nothing at all, Mr Hollander.
What do you want? My boy.
That is impossible.
Your son|is to stand trial for murder.
Well then, we'll just|have to work something out.
Is there anything you want|in exchange for my boy? You have nothing I want.
Is that so? Is that so? What about your deputy? What about him? Where is he? I do not negotiate with criminals.
Your son will stand trial.
Not so fast.
Commander, what are you doing? I ain't in the mood for games,|Sheriff.
Commander? Computer, freeze program.
I wouldn't walk out that door|if I was you.
What's wrong? The holodeck's safeguards|are not functioning.
Alexander's in trouble.
My God, you've been shot! Computer, end program.
Troi to Capt Picard.
Troi to Security.
There's another character|in the program.
Hollander's father.
|And he looks like Cmdr Data.
Data? But it is not Data.
I cannot explain.
I believe he has taken Alexander.
Now, isn't that a shame? Poor Sheriff's been injured.
What's the matter?|Was my pa too rough on you? Data! What? Why is the computer creating|characters that look like Data? Where have they taken my son? Where is he? Temper, temper, Sheriff.
My pa ain't gonna like it|if I come home all bruised.
Worf, wait.
We have to remember,|even though the safeguards are off, this is still a program.
If we can get to the end|of this story as it was designed, the program|will automatically terminate.
You are right.
I will begin by|speaking to the people of this town.
Perhaps somebody witnessed|Alexander's abduction.
Captain's log, supplemental.
La Forge and Data|have found the cause of the mysterious malfunctions|which have been plaguing the ship.
We think our experiment caused one|of the subroutines to be altered.
When the malfunction occurred, subroutine C-47 was replaced|by elements from my programming.
What does C-47 control? Library-computer access,|replicator selection, recreation, no critical systems.
That would explain why your program|began playing the Slavonic Dances.
I have been analysing|the works of Antonin Dvoøák.
It's the same with the play|and the food replicators.
The replicators on decks four to nine|are producing nothing but cat food.
- Cat food?|- Nutritional supplements for Spot.
When can you correct it? We are attempting to isolate|the corrupt circuit pathways.
I reckon|the process should take two hours.
- What did you say?|- The process should take two hours.
No.
You said, "I reckon".
According to my memory logs,|I did not.
Y'all must be mistaken.
Data, you did it again.
Did what? Mr La Forge, take Mr Data|to Engineering to find the problem.
Aye, sir.
Can I help you with something? I spoke to several witnesses who saw Alexander being abducted|by one of Hollander's men.
We must begin a systematic search|of the town.
We've got another problem.
I saw Eli playing cards,|shuffling the way Data does.
He doesn't just look like Data,|he has Data's abilities.
Which means|his father probably does, also.
- I've come to see my boy.
|- Remove your weapon.
Better take a good look at that gun.
|You might see it again soon.
Pa.
Eli.
How are they treating you? Real bad.
They ain't fed me|since I got here.
That Sheriff's been roughing up|on me something fierce.
Don't you worry, boy.
|The Sheriff's gonna pay.
- Who's the stranger?|- I don't know.
She ain't said her name.
But she's in cahoots|with the Sheriff, and she's mighty mean|with that Winchester.
You sit tight, boy.
I'll have you|home in time for supper.
I'm gonna give you|one more opportunity, Sheriff, to avoid a ugly situation.
Release my boy.
I have reconsidered your offer.
I will release your son|in exchange for my deputy.
I thought you might have|a change of heart.
Meet me in two hours.
|You be in front of the saloon.
I'll be in front|of the livery stable.
Strangers ain't invited.
Agreed.
In every Western I've ever read,|the villains break their word.
- He can't be trusted.
|- We made an honourable agreement.
They're not concerned with honour.
|This is the Ancient West.
There's a gunfighter with the speed|and accuracy of an android.
In two hours, he'll try to kill you.
- Mr Data?|- Howdy, Commander.
Geordi, what have you found? Well, we figure|part of my memory structure was replaced with information|from the recreational database.
Specifically, files relating|to the American 19th-century West.
- That would explain the accent.
|- You got it, partner.
This is a result of the interface? I'm afraid so.
|We've initiated a memory purge to restore Data's programming.
He should be normal in two hours.
And the recreational database? We started a memory purge there, too.
|Another hour, maybe two.
Commander.
You just sit tight.
We'll have|this fixed up in time for supper.
Good.
I will be at this end of the street.
Frank Hollander|will approach from this end.
At this point,|he will be within range.
Understood.
What about Alexander? There's a rain barrel here.
|It should stop the bullets.
You would not believe|what I went through to get old man Newsom to give up|his telegraph machine.
Excellent.
Lord knows why I keep risking|my life for you, Sheriff.
Yes.
Thank you, Miss Annie.
|I'm in your debt.
I have connected|the communicator's energy cell to serve as the power source.
How long will the field last? No more than 15 seconds.
|It is highly unstable.
Let's hope it's enough.
- Eli, get down.
|- Alexander.
Don't even think about it.
Senor Frank.
Go ahead.
Shoot me.
Do not show your face|in this town again.
Let's go.
Father.
- Are you alright?|- Yes.
End program.
I don't understand this.
The story should be over.
|What's left? Computer, end program.
Sheriff! You're as handy|with a shooting iron .
.
as you are with a woman's heart.
Computer, end program.
Computer, now! Captain's log, stardate 46278.
3.
Both Cmdr Data and the computer have been restored|to normal operation.
Our rendezvous with the ship Biko|has proceeded as planned.
Father? After what happened, I guess you'll never want|to go back to the Ancient West.
The town of Deadwood|may face danger once again.
If they do, they will need a sheriff.
And a deputy.
5.
The Enterprise|has entered orbit of Deinonychus VII but our rendezvous with supply ship|Biko has been delayed by 48 hours.
In the meantime, the crew|are taking advantage of the delay to pursue their own projects,|myself included.
Computer, stop playback.
Change the clarinet to an oboe.
Continue recording.
Computer, pause playback.
Come.
Yes, gentlemen? We'd like to take the Engineering|computer off line for a few hours.
We are working on an interface|to allow Data to act as backup.
In theory, my neural network|should sustain key systems until primary control is restored.
Intriguing.
I'll be interested to see|the results.
Permission granted.
It's possible we could run secondary|systems through Data.
I get the idea.
Thank you.
|Please proceed.
Computer, begin playback|from the first measure.
Computer, pause recording.
Come.
Jean-Luc, I need to talk|about Something for Breakfast.
Breakfast? - The play.
|- Yes.
Well, it's a very intriguing drama.
But I don't have the time it would|take to learn a part.
Anyway, I'm not much of an actor.
That's no problem.
You wouldn't be playing a lead.
It's a very small part.
|Only two lines.
- Really?|- It's the role of the butler.
I'll think about it and let you know.
You would be wonderful, Jean-Luc.
We're rehearsing today at 1:30.
Computer, begin playback|from the first measure.
Computer, pause recording.
Yes? Captain, sorry to interrupt.
No, please, come in.
I was hoping to stage|ship-wide security drills.
I have planned a schedule.
This is very impressive.
But we'll be taking on|new personnel at Starbase 118.
The drills can wait till then.
In that case, I will use the time|to check the forward phaser array.
Mr Worf, is there some reason|why you're giving yourself more work? No, sir.
I simply wish to use Enjoy yourself.
|You have free time.
Use it.
Yes, sir.
Thank you, sir.
Computer, continue recording|and playback once more.
From the top.
Father! What did he say? The Captain released me|from my duties.
- You mean you can go?|- I can go.
Saddle up, Father.
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages|of the Starship Enterprise.
Its continuing mission,|to explore strange new worlds, .
.
to seek out new life|and new civilisations, .
.
to boldly go|where no one has gone before.
Where are we? Deadwood.
19th-century Earth.
The Ancient West.
What is our function here? You're the sheriff|and I'm the deputy.
So, we are in law enforcement.
Right.
Geordi, I have noticed|that you have not shaved.
Are you attempting|to grow another beard? As a matter of fact, I am.
|What do you think? As with many|natural growth processes, it is difficult to envision|based on an intermediate stage.
You're right.
|Give it a few more days.
OK.
I'm gonna need to access|your auxiliary inputs.
One moment.
I must admit, I never get used|to seeing you like this.
I do not understand.
You constantly work|on similar electronic systems, yet their appearances|do not disturb you.
But you're not just another|electronic system.
Thank you, Geordi.
Nor are you just another|biological organism.
Alright.
That should do it.
|Are you ready? Yes.
Establishing computer linkup.
Interface complete.
Alright.
Let's see what you can do.
You wrote this holodeck program? Well, Mr Barclay helped a little.
I must have a little talk|with Mr Barclay.
If ever I find the varmint|that drew this, he'll be sorry.
I'm ten times uglier than that.
Shut up.
You laugh so much, it's a wonder|you ain't got flies in your mouth.
You're a very funny man, Se~nor Eli.
That's the bad guy.
Eli Hollander,|the Butcher of Bozeman.
He's killed 23 men.
He's the meanest,|toughest gunslinger in the West.
You have to watch him.
He's fast.
- So I am here to apprehend him?|- If you can.
You are under arrest.
Is that so? You will come with me.
No, no, no.
Computer, freeze program.
- What is wrong?|- That was too easy.
It has to be harder to beat|the bad guys, otherwise, it's no fun.
Computer, increase program difficulty|to level four.
Go back to where we first walked|into the saloon.
Come on, Father.
If ever I find the varmint|that drew this, he'll be sorry.
I'm ten times uglier than that.
Shut up.
You laugh so much, it's a wonder|you ain't got flies in your mouth.
You're a very funny man, Senor Eli.
Where are they going? They don't wanna get hit|by the bullets.
You are under arrest.
Well Looks like Sheriff Worf's here|to arrest me.
That don't sound like a bright idea.
Do it? You have been accused|of committing a homicide.
If you mean murder,|then I guess I'm guilty.
I've killed 23 men, Sheriff.
One more ain't gonna make|much of a difference.
Of course, shooting someone|as ugly as you couldn't be considered a crime,|could it? Was you born that way|or did your momma marry an armadillo? Sheriff, look out.
I'm beginning to see|the appeal of this.
Don't twitch a whisker, Sheriff,|unless you want a shave.
OK, boys.
Saddle up.
But first,|get their money and jewellery.
You are a murderer and a thief.
A man's gotta make a living.
I suggest|you find a new line of work.
I asked Counsellor Troi to join us.
|She loves Western stories.
You'll regret this, stranger.
I am now attempting to access|the long-range sensor array.
Forward sensor array coming on line.
We're getting a clear scan.
I will perform a routine maintenance|check on the inertial dampers.
Dampers on line.
|Maintenance check in progress.
Data, we're on to something here.
Let's see about secondary systems.
|Try gravitational control.
Initiating grav What's wrong? There's an energy fluctuation|in my neural net.
I am disconnecting|my interface to the computer.
Interface deactivated.
Are you alright? I have experienced a power surge|in my positronic subprocessor.
But I am fine.
Maybe the interface coding|isn't as stable as we thought.
We've got a few hours of systems|analysis before we try again.
Let's check|the interface programming.
What are his rights? Is there a trial|or shall I execute him? We're supposed to hold him|till the US Marshal comes.
Then we take him to Rapids City|for trial.
Frankly, I don't think|I'll be around here that long, not after my old man|hears about this.
What old man are you referring to? My pa.
When he breaks me out|of this tin can, the grave digger'll|be working overtime.
Your pa is no match|for Sheriff Worf.
Yes.
When your pa comes,|we will be ready for him.
He's right.
You're no match for the Hollanders.
I am sure that the three of us|can handle any problems.
Hold on.
I was just passing,|saw a little trouble and lent a hand.
But I ain't one of your deputies,|Sheriff.
Counsellor, I would appreciate|support in this matter.
Durango.
I'm called Durango.
Yes.
Counsellor Durango, would you|consider becoming a temporary deputy? For a price.
$500.
Alexander, we require|large amounts of currency.
Yes, sir! I'll go to the bank|and make a withdrawal.
Deanna, how do you know so much|about this period in Earth's history? My father read me stories from|the Ancient West when I was little.
I must admit, I always wanted|to play the mysterious stranger.
You are so brave, facing down|that evil man like you did.
Why, thank you, Ms? Annie, you big galoot.
You best not forget that tonight.
Cos I'm gonna make you a beefsteak|and gooseberry cobbler for dessert.
Sounds delicious.
And I bought some special candles|for the table setting.
Pure beeswax.
I will not be able to come|this evening.
I have a prisoner.
I'll keep an eye on him.
|You two have a good time.
That's very considerate.
But I would be negligent in my duties|if I did not stay.
Sorry.
It's another woman.
That floozy|at Miss Langford's house of pleasure! Who? You sure got a way with women,|Sheriff.
Computer, activate|Picard Mozart Trio, program one.
Play back tracks one, two and three.
Tempo allegro.
Computer, stop playback.
Computer,|identify musical composition.
Picard Mozart "Trio", program one.
OK.
Let's work through Act II|from the beginning.
Whenever you're ready.
"Felis catus|is your taxonomic nomenclature, An endothermic quadruped,|carnivorous by nature" Hold it.
Will, what are you reading? The lines.
Why? That's not the right dialogue.
"Your visual,|olfactory and auditory senses" I recognise it.
|This is Data's poetry.
What? The play's gone.
|I just keep getting more poetry.
Well, the paths|are functioning normally.
Seems to be a problem|with information retrieval.
When you called up your play, the computer|accessed Data's literary files.
Perhaps this problem is related|to our interface experiment.
Better run a level-two diagnostic.
|See if this problem has spread.
- I will perform a self-diagnostic.
|- Good idea.
Let me know if you find the play.
Yeah, don't worry.
|It's in here somewhere.
We got him, jefe.
Where's my boy? I'm not supposed|to be kidnapped now.
Computer, freeze program.
Computer, freeze program.
You want us to kill him, Senor Frank? No.
He's more valuable to us alive.
Feline supplement 127.
Spot, I have formulated|a new mixture of food designed for your|highly selective tastes.
I find it difficult to predict|what you will find acceptable.
Perhaps hunger|will compel you to try it again.
Spot, you are disrupting|my ability to work.
Vamoose, you little varmint.
What'll it be? I was looking for my deputy.
|Perhaps you have seen him.
Nope.
What'll you have? Klingon fire wine.
This ain't Kansas City.
We ain't got none|of that fancy European stuff here.
Maybe I should get you a sherry.
Ain't that what they serve|at Miss Langford's? It is, ain't it? Ain't it? Howdy, Sheriff.
Commander.
What are you doing here? The name is Frank Hollander.
What are you looking at? Nothing.
|Nothing at all, Mr Hollander.
What do you want? My boy.
That is impossible.
Your son|is to stand trial for murder.
Well then, we'll just|have to work something out.
Is there anything you want|in exchange for my boy? You have nothing I want.
Is that so? Is that so? What about your deputy? What about him? Where is he? I do not negotiate with criminals.
Your son will stand trial.
Not so fast.
Commander, what are you doing? I ain't in the mood for games,|Sheriff.
Commander? Computer, freeze program.
I wouldn't walk out that door|if I was you.
What's wrong? The holodeck's safeguards|are not functioning.
Alexander's in trouble.
My God, you've been shot! Computer, end program.
Troi to Capt Picard.
Troi to Security.
There's another character|in the program.
Hollander's father.
|And he looks like Cmdr Data.
Data? But it is not Data.
I cannot explain.
I believe he has taken Alexander.
Now, isn't that a shame? Poor Sheriff's been injured.
What's the matter?|Was my pa too rough on you? Data! What? Why is the computer creating|characters that look like Data? Where have they taken my son? Where is he? Temper, temper, Sheriff.
My pa ain't gonna like it|if I come home all bruised.
Worf, wait.
We have to remember,|even though the safeguards are off, this is still a program.
If we can get to the end|of this story as it was designed, the program|will automatically terminate.
You are right.
I will begin by|speaking to the people of this town.
Perhaps somebody witnessed|Alexander's abduction.
Captain's log, supplemental.
La Forge and Data|have found the cause of the mysterious malfunctions|which have been plaguing the ship.
We think our experiment caused one|of the subroutines to be altered.
When the malfunction occurred, subroutine C-47 was replaced|by elements from my programming.
What does C-47 control? Library-computer access,|replicator selection, recreation, no critical systems.
That would explain why your program|began playing the Slavonic Dances.
I have been analysing|the works of Antonin Dvoøák.
It's the same with the play|and the food replicators.
The replicators on decks four to nine|are producing nothing but cat food.
- Cat food?|- Nutritional supplements for Spot.
When can you correct it? We are attempting to isolate|the corrupt circuit pathways.
I reckon|the process should take two hours.
- What did you say?|- The process should take two hours.
No.
You said, "I reckon".
According to my memory logs,|I did not.
Y'all must be mistaken.
Data, you did it again.
Did what? Mr La Forge, take Mr Data|to Engineering to find the problem.
Aye, sir.
Can I help you with something? I spoke to several witnesses who saw Alexander being abducted|by one of Hollander's men.
We must begin a systematic search|of the town.
We've got another problem.
I saw Eli playing cards,|shuffling the way Data does.
He doesn't just look like Data,|he has Data's abilities.
Which means|his father probably does, also.
- I've come to see my boy.
|- Remove your weapon.
Better take a good look at that gun.
|You might see it again soon.
Pa.
Eli.
How are they treating you? Real bad.
They ain't fed me|since I got here.
That Sheriff's been roughing up|on me something fierce.
Don't you worry, boy.
|The Sheriff's gonna pay.
- Who's the stranger?|- I don't know.
She ain't said her name.
But she's in cahoots|with the Sheriff, and she's mighty mean|with that Winchester.
You sit tight, boy.
I'll have you|home in time for supper.
I'm gonna give you|one more opportunity, Sheriff, to avoid a ugly situation.
Release my boy.
I have reconsidered your offer.
I will release your son|in exchange for my deputy.
I thought you might have|a change of heart.
Meet me in two hours.
|You be in front of the saloon.
I'll be in front|of the livery stable.
Strangers ain't invited.
Agreed.
In every Western I've ever read,|the villains break their word.
- He can't be trusted.
|- We made an honourable agreement.
They're not concerned with honour.
|This is the Ancient West.
There's a gunfighter with the speed|and accuracy of an android.
In two hours, he'll try to kill you.
- Mr Data?|- Howdy, Commander.
Geordi, what have you found? Well, we figure|part of my memory structure was replaced with information|from the recreational database.
Specifically, files relating|to the American 19th-century West.
- That would explain the accent.
|- You got it, partner.
This is a result of the interface? I'm afraid so.
|We've initiated a memory purge to restore Data's programming.
He should be normal in two hours.
And the recreational database? We started a memory purge there, too.
|Another hour, maybe two.
Commander.
You just sit tight.
We'll have|this fixed up in time for supper.
Good.
I will be at this end of the street.
Frank Hollander|will approach from this end.
At this point,|he will be within range.
Understood.
What about Alexander? There's a rain barrel here.
|It should stop the bullets.
You would not believe|what I went through to get old man Newsom to give up|his telegraph machine.
Excellent.
Lord knows why I keep risking|my life for you, Sheriff.
Yes.
Thank you, Miss Annie.
|I'm in your debt.
I have connected|the communicator's energy cell to serve as the power source.
How long will the field last? No more than 15 seconds.
|It is highly unstable.
Let's hope it's enough.
- Eli, get down.
|- Alexander.
Don't even think about it.
Senor Frank.
Go ahead.
Shoot me.
Do not show your face|in this town again.
Let's go.
Father.
- Are you alright?|- Yes.
End program.
I don't understand this.
The story should be over.
|What's left? Computer, end program.
Sheriff! You're as handy|with a shooting iron .
.
as you are with a woman's heart.
Computer, end program.
Computer, now! Captain's log, stardate 46278.
3.
Both Cmdr Data and the computer have been restored|to normal operation.
Our rendezvous with the ship Biko|has proceeded as planned.
Father? After what happened, I guess you'll never want|to go back to the Ancient West.
The town of Deadwood|may face danger once again.
If they do, they will need a sheriff.
And a deputy.