Star Trek: The Next Generation s06e18 Episode Script
Starship Mine
Captain's log, stardate 46682.
4.
The Enterprise is docked|at the Remmler Array, where it will undergo a procedure|to eliminate baryon particles.
In preparation for the sweep,|we are evacuating the ship.
Attention,|personnel on decks 14 and 15.
Your transporter-room assignment|has been changed.
Captain, we're still behind|schedule on decks seven and eight.
Shall I tell our base|there'll be a delay? No.
Open up the transporters|on cargo bay two.
Divert everyone from deck seven|to put it on track.
All Engineering personnel|are requested to report to Captain! The Arkaria Base does not have|the units I requested.
I have living tissue samples|that won't survive the baryon sweep.
I've tried to reason with them.
Have La Forge transport|a stasis unit from astrophysics.
You can convert it to store samples.
Thank you, Captain.
All science personnel.
Please check in with your|section chief for duty assignment.
I'm heading to deck seven.
The auto-shutdown is on hold|until we're back on schedule.
Resume the sequence.
|Troi has taken care of the situation.
- Captain.
|- Bridge.
It has been quite a day.
Has it not? Yes, it has.
However, a change of routine|is often invigorating and a welcome diversion|after a long assignment.
Exactly.
I understand that Arkaria has|very interesting weather patterns.
- Mr Data, are you alright?|- Yes, sir.
I am filling a silent moment|with non-relevant conversation.
- Small talk.
|- Yes, sir.
I find that humans often use|small talk during awkward moments.
Therefore, I have written|a new subroutine for that purpose.
How did I do? Perhaps it was|a little too non-relevant.
But if you really are|interested in small talk, keep your eye on Cmdr Hutchinson|at the reception this afternoon.
He's a master.
Thank you, sir.
I will.
- Captain.
|- Captain.
- After you.
|- No, after you.
- I believe you spoke first.
|- Gentlemen! Mr Worf? The computer needs your authorisation|to disable command functions.
- Are we ready?|- Almost.
I requested two field diverters|for the core and the bridge.
- They haven't been installed.
|- Additional units? Yes, sir.
We've logged so many warp hours|that our baryon levels are high.
I'm concerned that when|the Remmler Array sweeps the ship, it will have to use a stronger beam|than normal.
It might overload the field|converters protecting our systems.
How long till new ones are in place? - About 20 minutes.
|- Very well.
Computer, disable|all command functions in 30 minutes.
Authorisation, Picard, Gamma 6073.
Authorisation acknowledged.
Captain, incoming message.
It's the station administrator,|Mr Orton.
- In my ready room.
|- Captain.
Request permission to be excused|from Cmdr Hutchinson's reception.
Permission granted.
I wish I could|excuse myself as well.
Permission to Mr La Forge, I cannot excuse|my entire senior staff! Mr Worf beat you to it.
Go ahead.
If you're on schedule,|I'd like to confirm that we'll begin the baryon sweep|at 1500 hours, one hour from now.
Confirmed.
Cmdr Hutchinson also|wanted me to make sure that you will|attend his reception this afternoon.
T ell him|I'm looking forward to it.
He'll be delighted to hear that.
Arkaria Base out.
Tell Arkaria we're almost finished.
We need two more conduits.
- I need to run a diagnostic.
|- Get the diverter aligned.
Where's the ODN interface? 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.
Beverly.
Lovely as ever!|How do you manage it? - Good to see you again.
|- It's been too long.
Four years! Now, I want to hear about|everything after Starfleet Medical.
And I have so much to tell you! That must be Cmdr Riker! - Excuse me.
|- Of course.
Pardon me.
- You must be Will Riker.
|- I must be.
Calvin Hutchinson.
Call me Hutch.
Calvin, awful name.
|I've never forgiven my parents.
Soon as I saw you,|I knew you were the First Officer.
Of course.
|Your reputation precedes you! Flashing blue eyes, square jaw.
Quite the ladies' man.
|Don't be modest, Will.
- May I call you Will?|- Sure.
I also hear that you're a musician.
|I hope you'll play something.
It's not often we entertain|the Command crew of the flagship.
And speaking of command! - Hello, Capt Picard.
|- Commander.
I was just saying what a pleasure|it is to have you here.
- How are you?|- Very well, thank you.
It is very good|to see you both again! Beverly! May I call you Beverly? Have you noticed that the mean|temperature here on Arkaria is slightly higher than normal|for human comfort-levels? I have found that humans prefer|a body temperature of 21 °C in order to operate most efficiently.
However, there are several cultures who actually prefer|that their temperature is identical to the room|in which they are standing.
The Sheliak.
I am telling you, you have|never seen anything like this.
There were thousands of them.
|The northern sky turned dark.
Geordi, Deanna.
I don't think you have met our host.
This is Lt Cmdr Geordi La Forge.
|Counsellor Deanna Troi.
- This is Cmdr Hutchinson.
|- Call me Hutch.
I was just telling your captain|about the sights on Arkaria.
Are you interested in ornithology? Well The mating habits of the Arkarian|horn fowl are interesting.
If the weather were better,|we could take horses to their nests.
- Horses?|- Yes.
We have trails through the plains.
Unfortunately,|it's not pleasant now.
Cold, muddy.
- Not a soul for kilometres.
|- Perfect.
Mr La Forge,|how long before the baryon sweep? About 25 minutes.
- I have time to get my saddle.
|- Your saddle? Yes.
|A saddle is a very personal thing.
It has to be broken in,|used, cared for.
You keep a saddle|on board the Enterprise? Yes, for when I have|the opportunity to ride.
- I see.
|- It's normal.
Most serious riders|do have their own saddles.
- Of course.
|- Absolutely! Well, if you will excuse me Amazing man.
He reminds me|of another officer I knew years ago.
A Capt Edwell.
He was fascinating.
Born on Gaspar VII,|but you wouldn't know it.
Auto-shutdown in progress.
|Defensive systems off line.
Baryon sweep begins|in eight minutes.
What are you doing? Someone left|this ODN junction box open.
I thought you were supposed|to be off the ship.
The diverters|have to be synchronised.
I was laser-bonding a backup.
I see.
I'd better let you finish up|so that you can get off.
Excuse me a minute.
Auto-shutdown sequence|in progress.
Primary power off line|in one minute.
- We need to bypass the conduit.
|- That's on deck 30.
Get Pomet started on it right away.
Primary power off line|in 30 seconds.
Final warning.
Primary power|off line in ten seconds.
Yes.
I find it fascinating that your family dropped|the prefix Pel from your surname.
It was my understanding|that Pel Orton is a more noble appellation|than Orton.
Yes.
Perhaps the recent trend toward an|egalitarian society is responsible.
Perhaps.
The crew of the Magellan|put on a talent show here.
Capt Conklin did a poetry reading.
|Imagine that.
- I'm trying to.
|- Did I tell you how I came here? I was serving on Admiral Mitchell's|staff on Starbase 97.
- Awful place.
|- Have you met our Cmdr Data? As a matter of fact,|I find it oddly amusing! - No, I don't think so.
|- Come on.
I'll introduce you.
Several cultures have extremely|similar etymological histories.
Mr Data, have you had a chance|to meet Cmdr Hutchinson? - Call me Hutch.
|- Our second officer.
- A pleasure.
|- The pleasure is mine, Hutch.
I want to compliment you|on your choice of colours.
You really think so? It wasn't easy,|making a final decision.
I can imagine.
The light would|make colour selection problematic.
Precisely! - Thank you.
|- You're welcome.
- I'm not sure who to feel sorry for.
|- Mr Orton? You'll excuse me, Commander? - Geordi, where's the Captain?|- He went back to get his saddle.
His saddle? Any serious rider|would have his own saddle.
He's probably ten kilometres|from here already.
Lucky him! Thank you.
Kelsey to Devor.
Kelsey to Devor Devor, this is Kelsey.
Reply.
Devor, do you read me? - Kelsey to Kiros.
|- This is Kiros.
Devor isn't responding|There must be too much interference.
Go find him.
|See if he's finished on deck seven.
- Meet us in Main Engineering.
|- Understood.
Who are you?|What are you doing on my ship? The baryon sweep uses|a high-frequency plasma field.
Your phaser won't work.
You're probably right.
|But I'd like to bet this will.
A laser welder can be deadly.
Now, what's going on|in Main Engineering? I suggest that you cooperate.
You're Starfleet.
You won't kill me.
You sure? Seems you're right.
Tyrellian laser art is very similar|in form and composition.
Of course!|I used to be stationed on Tyrellia.
Really? There are five Tyrellians|serving aboard the Enterprise.
Fascinating.
|Not many people know this.
Tyrellia is only one|of three known inhabited planets - without a magnetic pole.
|- I was aware of that.
Are you aware that Tyrellia is one of seven known planets|with no atmosphere? Really? - They're still at it!|- Non-stop.
It has a strange fascination.
How long can two people|talk about nothing? Is something wrong? I don't know.
I got strange|energy readings from your table.
I'm sure it's not serious.
Perhaps the heating|is malfunctioning.
Maybe I should look.
I'm sure we can handle this,|Commander.
There's no need to concern yourself.
Maybe I should look|at the element.
It's alright.
Please, don't worry.
What was that all about? I assure you it's alright.
|We'll look into it.
You don't have to concern yourself.
Orton, now! What is going on? Stay right where you are.
Reduce the plasma pressure|to 0.
6 percent nominal.
- How does the conduit look?|- It's clear.
Alright.
The plasma flow has|been shunted to the aft conduit.
We're ready here.
OK, that should do it, I think.
Be sure, Neil.
Yes.
Yeah, that does it.
Alright! Transfer 500 milligrams|from the reserve system to the core.
- Perfect!|- Adequate.
Disable the overrides.
Get|the interlocks off the seal.
Pomet! Prepare the transport assembly.
Keep watching that power flow.
|It might Keep working! - Where did he come from?|- Deck seven.
- Who are you?|- My name is Mot.
- I'm the barber.
|- Barber? What are you doing here? Everyone|was evacuated to the surface.
Yes, I know.
But I wanted to ride.
|I didn't have my saddle - Your saddle?|- That's right.
It's on deck seven.
|The power went out and I got lost Alright! Shut up.
Just shut up! - Any sign of Devor?|- No.
Satler.
Get down here|and keep an eye on our barber.
Go see if you can find Devor.
|Make sure nothing's wrong.
Sit down.
Alright.
|Just don't point that thing at me.
Do what I tell you.
|You won't have to worry.
- How long until you're ready?|- 40, maybe 50 minutes.
The baryon sweep hits|in 30 minutes.
- The diverter will protect us.
|- I'm worried about that unit.
I want the trilithium resin|in there before the sweep gets here.
- I don't want to take chances.
|- Understood.
They haven't tried|to communicate with the outside.
No demands,|no political statements, no theft.
They must want something.
Orton is not as calm as he looks.
|He's agitated and nervous.
As if something's gone wrong.
Maybe Geordi upset their timetable|when he saw the hidden weapons.
Orton may be improvising.
Maybe he didn't plan on hostages|and doesn't know what to do.
If they do not have a plan,|we may have the initiative.
Maybe, but we need to figure out|how to use it.
How is he? There's no permanent damage.
I've adjusted|the optical transducer in his visor to block out some of the pain.
|It's only partially effective.
I need to get him|to a medical facility.
I doubt if they'll agree to that.
But maybe if we tell them|Geordi's dying, they would give us|access to a medical kit.
We might be able to use the tools|to make a weapon.
Perhaps we can use the visor|as a weapon.
If the optical transducer|were modified, we might be able to generate|a hypersonic pulse.
A hypersonic pulse would overload|the audio receptors of everyone.
It would cause|immediate unconsciousness.
Can you adjust the visor yourself? It will look suspicious|if you both work on it.
I'll try.
I might need Geordi|to help me through.
Alright.
Be as casual as you can.
Let me know when you're ready.
Ready.
Begin draining the trilithium|at 100 milligrams per minute.
Neil, what's going on? Neil, get over here.
Put that down.
Don't worry.
|I've got it.
I'll be right there.
The primary inducer is fused.
|There's no way to fix it.
With no diverter, we have|no protection from the baryon sweep.
I know that.
How long before|the baryon sweep gets here? About 12 minutes.
|We should go to ten-forward.
That's the last place that|will be swept by the baryon field.
Alright, we're leaving.
|We're taking the trilithium with us.
What? Do you know|how volatile trilithium is? We can't just start hauling it|through the ship! I'll I'll try to make some modifications.
Satler's dead.
|He ran into the baryon sweep.
- What about Mot?|- I don't know.
I don't think he's a barber.
|I found this in the Jefferies tube.
Kelsey to Kiros.
This is Kiros.
We have a problem.
There's a Starfleet officer|still aboard.
He's killed Satler and maybe Devor.
He destroyed the diverter|in Engineering.
We have to leave|before the baryon sweep enters.
- What about the trilithium resin?|- We're taking it to ten-forward.
Kelsey, don't be a fool.
You know better|than to move trilithium resin.
Mr Mot!|Or should I call you Lieutenant? Lieutenant Commander, perhaps? Call me what you wish.
Moving trilithium|requires specific equipment.
You can't just improvise.
I wouldn't need to improvise|if you hadn't damaged our diverter.
If you're so concerned, I suggest|you stop interfering with us, before you set off an explosion that|destroys the Enterprise.
And you.
I would rather destroy the ship|than give the resin to terrorists.
What makes you think|I am a terrorist? Trilithium resin is a toxic waste-|product produced by our engines.
Its only use is as a weapon.
You might be right, but we have been|planning for this for a long time.
I doubt you'll be able to stop us.
|Find him! Or even slow us down.
There.
300 milligrams of trilithium.
I'm using a dynamic stabiliser|to act as a control rod.
That should keep the resin|stable enough for transport.
Come on! Don't be so tense.
If something goes wrong, you won't|have time to worry about it.
Three more decks, then we take|corridor 15B to ten-forward.
- What's wrong?|- We have to find another way up.
The rungs are cut.
That wasn't very clever, Mr Mot.
If you knew where we were,|you should have attacked.
Now we'll take a route,|one you might not be able to predict.
There are only so many ways|to ten-forward.
Ten-forward is the logical place|to stay ahead of the sweep.
That sweep is just as big a threat|to you as it is to us.
In fact, if I were you, Mr Mot, I'd be trying|to find another way off this ship.
I plan on leaving|the same way you do.
On your ship.
- What ship?|- Come on, Kelsey.
You've been planning this.
You must have a way to get off|the Enterprise and leave this system.
I think a ship is coming for you.
|I plan to be on it.
It's a small ship, Mr Mot.
I don't think there's room|for both of us.
I'm sorry to hear that.
|I'll send your regrets.
How is he, Doctor? He's in a lot of pain|but I think he should be fine.
He needs some water.
|Is that alright? We're almost ready.
When we set the visor to emit the|pulse, there'll be a burst of light.
We need a distraction.
- They need a distraction.
|- How long? Just a few seconds.
I think I can distract Orton|for a few seconds.
I don't think Orton's|in a talking mood, Will.
You just have to know|how to talk to him.
Orton.
I think we need|to discuss the situation.
There is nothing to discuss.
|Sit down.
There's a lot to discuss.
|Be reasonable.
I am not interested in hearing|your hostage-negotiation tactics.
It can't hurt you to listen, can it? - Alright.
|- Thank you.
Now, the first thing|we need to discuss is this Hold it.
Put your weapon down.
Kelsey, this is Kiros.
|I'm on deck ten.
I have Mot.
- Is he alive?|- Yes.
Good.
Meet us at intersection 41.
Understood.
This way.
Give me the trilithium.
How much farther do we have to go? Not far.
With all the modifications|you've made to this unit, will we have problems|removing the trilithium? No.
Just remove the control rod,|drain the unit.
There shouldn't be any problem.
That's all I wanted to know.
Well! Not as clever as you thought.
- Where's Pomet?|- He shot him with an arrow.
- He's not dead.
|- He will be soon.
The sweep's nearly here.
|No time to go back.
- What about Neil?|- The sweep got him.
Let's go.
I thought you'd just talk to him.
I did.
He just didn't like|what I had to say.
That was a perimeter warning|from the Remmler Array.
A small ship is approaching.
|Mr Orton has dropped his shields.
This must be the sign.
Mr Data, you will be the only one|unaffected by the burst.
As soon as everyone else|is unconscious, I need you to get to that computer|and stop that ship somehow.
I will try, sir.
Now.
Kelsey,|perhaps we can work out a deal.
You're the one who needs a deal, Mot.
My name isn't Mot.
|It's Jean-Luc Picard.
Capt Picard,|this is all beginning to make sense.
Leave the trilithium.
|Take me with you as a hostage.
I am not a terrorist,|I have no political agenda, although I know some people|who do have agendas.
And they are very interested|in this little container.
Profit.
This is all about profit.
I prefer to think of it|as commerce.
Open the door.
Now, go through slowly.
Well, Picard, I guess I'll be the one|to send your regrets.
Picard to Arkaria Base.
|Deactivate the baryon sweep.
Arkaria Base.
This is Capt Picard|on board the Enterprise.
Deactivate the baryon sweep! Arkaria Base.
This is Capt Picard.
Deactivate|the baryon sweep immediately! Data to Capt Picard.
|Do you read me, sir? - Picard here.
|- Are you alright, Captain? Yes, Mr Data.
A scout ship has just beamed|someone off the Enterprise.
Do you know anything about it? I know they won't get far.
Hold still.
|You have a nasty cut here.
Any luck? Sorry, Captain.
|I don't know what happened to it.
Hold still! I can't heal this|if you don't stop fidgeting.
Security has searched deck seven.
|They found nothing.
There.
I found it.
Someone put it|in a maintenance locker.
- Thank you.
|- You keep a saddle on board? Mr Worf, I'm surprised.
Anyone who is an experienced rider|has his own saddle.
- It's perfectly normal.
|- Actually, it came in handy.
I only wish I'd been able|to use it on a horse.
Of course.
4.
The Enterprise is docked|at the Remmler Array, where it will undergo a procedure|to eliminate baryon particles.
In preparation for the sweep,|we are evacuating the ship.
Attention,|personnel on decks 14 and 15.
Your transporter-room assignment|has been changed.
Captain, we're still behind|schedule on decks seven and eight.
Shall I tell our base|there'll be a delay? No.
Open up the transporters|on cargo bay two.
Divert everyone from deck seven|to put it on track.
All Engineering personnel|are requested to report to Captain! The Arkaria Base does not have|the units I requested.
I have living tissue samples|that won't survive the baryon sweep.
I've tried to reason with them.
Have La Forge transport|a stasis unit from astrophysics.
You can convert it to store samples.
Thank you, Captain.
All science personnel.
Please check in with your|section chief for duty assignment.
I'm heading to deck seven.
The auto-shutdown is on hold|until we're back on schedule.
Resume the sequence.
|Troi has taken care of the situation.
- Captain.
|- Bridge.
It has been quite a day.
Has it not? Yes, it has.
However, a change of routine|is often invigorating and a welcome diversion|after a long assignment.
Exactly.
I understand that Arkaria has|very interesting weather patterns.
- Mr Data, are you alright?|- Yes, sir.
I am filling a silent moment|with non-relevant conversation.
- Small talk.
|- Yes, sir.
I find that humans often use|small talk during awkward moments.
Therefore, I have written|a new subroutine for that purpose.
How did I do? Perhaps it was|a little too non-relevant.
But if you really are|interested in small talk, keep your eye on Cmdr Hutchinson|at the reception this afternoon.
He's a master.
Thank you, sir.
I will.
- Captain.
|- Captain.
- After you.
|- No, after you.
- I believe you spoke first.
|- Gentlemen! Mr Worf? The computer needs your authorisation|to disable command functions.
- Are we ready?|- Almost.
I requested two field diverters|for the core and the bridge.
- They haven't been installed.
|- Additional units? Yes, sir.
We've logged so many warp hours|that our baryon levels are high.
I'm concerned that when|the Remmler Array sweeps the ship, it will have to use a stronger beam|than normal.
It might overload the field|converters protecting our systems.
How long till new ones are in place? - About 20 minutes.
|- Very well.
Computer, disable|all command functions in 30 minutes.
Authorisation, Picard, Gamma 6073.
Authorisation acknowledged.
Captain, incoming message.
It's the station administrator,|Mr Orton.
- In my ready room.
|- Captain.
Request permission to be excused|from Cmdr Hutchinson's reception.
Permission granted.
I wish I could|excuse myself as well.
Permission to Mr La Forge, I cannot excuse|my entire senior staff! Mr Worf beat you to it.
Go ahead.
If you're on schedule,|I'd like to confirm that we'll begin the baryon sweep|at 1500 hours, one hour from now.
Confirmed.
Cmdr Hutchinson also|wanted me to make sure that you will|attend his reception this afternoon.
T ell him|I'm looking forward to it.
He'll be delighted to hear that.
Arkaria Base out.
Tell Arkaria we're almost finished.
We need two more conduits.
- I need to run a diagnostic.
|- Get the diverter aligned.
Where's the ODN interface? 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.
Beverly.
Lovely as ever!|How do you manage it? - Good to see you again.
|- It's been too long.
Four years! Now, I want to hear about|everything after Starfleet Medical.
And I have so much to tell you! That must be Cmdr Riker! - Excuse me.
|- Of course.
Pardon me.
- You must be Will Riker.
|- I must be.
Calvin Hutchinson.
Call me Hutch.
Calvin, awful name.
|I've never forgiven my parents.
Soon as I saw you,|I knew you were the First Officer.
Of course.
|Your reputation precedes you! Flashing blue eyes, square jaw.
Quite the ladies' man.
|Don't be modest, Will.
- May I call you Will?|- Sure.
I also hear that you're a musician.
|I hope you'll play something.
It's not often we entertain|the Command crew of the flagship.
And speaking of command! - Hello, Capt Picard.
|- Commander.
I was just saying what a pleasure|it is to have you here.
- How are you?|- Very well, thank you.
It is very good|to see you both again! Beverly! May I call you Beverly? Have you noticed that the mean|temperature here on Arkaria is slightly higher than normal|for human comfort-levels? I have found that humans prefer|a body temperature of 21 °C in order to operate most efficiently.
However, there are several cultures who actually prefer|that their temperature is identical to the room|in which they are standing.
The Sheliak.
I am telling you, you have|never seen anything like this.
There were thousands of them.
|The northern sky turned dark.
Geordi, Deanna.
I don't think you have met our host.
This is Lt Cmdr Geordi La Forge.
|Counsellor Deanna Troi.
- This is Cmdr Hutchinson.
|- Call me Hutch.
I was just telling your captain|about the sights on Arkaria.
Are you interested in ornithology? Well The mating habits of the Arkarian|horn fowl are interesting.
If the weather were better,|we could take horses to their nests.
- Horses?|- Yes.
We have trails through the plains.
Unfortunately,|it's not pleasant now.
Cold, muddy.
- Not a soul for kilometres.
|- Perfect.
Mr La Forge,|how long before the baryon sweep? About 25 minutes.
- I have time to get my saddle.
|- Your saddle? Yes.
|A saddle is a very personal thing.
It has to be broken in,|used, cared for.
You keep a saddle|on board the Enterprise? Yes, for when I have|the opportunity to ride.
- I see.
|- It's normal.
Most serious riders|do have their own saddles.
- Of course.
|- Absolutely! Well, if you will excuse me Amazing man.
He reminds me|of another officer I knew years ago.
A Capt Edwell.
He was fascinating.
Born on Gaspar VII,|but you wouldn't know it.
Auto-shutdown in progress.
|Defensive systems off line.
Baryon sweep begins|in eight minutes.
What are you doing? Someone left|this ODN junction box open.
I thought you were supposed|to be off the ship.
The diverters|have to be synchronised.
I was laser-bonding a backup.
I see.
I'd better let you finish up|so that you can get off.
Excuse me a minute.
Auto-shutdown sequence|in progress.
Primary power off line|in one minute.
- We need to bypass the conduit.
|- That's on deck 30.
Get Pomet started on it right away.
Primary power off line|in 30 seconds.
Final warning.
Primary power|off line in ten seconds.
Yes.
I find it fascinating that your family dropped|the prefix Pel from your surname.
It was my understanding|that Pel Orton is a more noble appellation|than Orton.
Yes.
Perhaps the recent trend toward an|egalitarian society is responsible.
Perhaps.
The crew of the Magellan|put on a talent show here.
Capt Conklin did a poetry reading.
|Imagine that.
- I'm trying to.
|- Did I tell you how I came here? I was serving on Admiral Mitchell's|staff on Starbase 97.
- Awful place.
|- Have you met our Cmdr Data? As a matter of fact,|I find it oddly amusing! - No, I don't think so.
|- Come on.
I'll introduce you.
Several cultures have extremely|similar etymological histories.
Mr Data, have you had a chance|to meet Cmdr Hutchinson? - Call me Hutch.
|- Our second officer.
- A pleasure.
|- The pleasure is mine, Hutch.
I want to compliment you|on your choice of colours.
You really think so? It wasn't easy,|making a final decision.
I can imagine.
The light would|make colour selection problematic.
Precisely! - Thank you.
|- You're welcome.
- I'm not sure who to feel sorry for.
|- Mr Orton? You'll excuse me, Commander? - Geordi, where's the Captain?|- He went back to get his saddle.
His saddle? Any serious rider|would have his own saddle.
He's probably ten kilometres|from here already.
Lucky him! Thank you.
Kelsey to Devor.
Kelsey to Devor Devor, this is Kelsey.
Reply.
Devor, do you read me? - Kelsey to Kiros.
|- This is Kiros.
Devor isn't responding|There must be too much interference.
Go find him.
|See if he's finished on deck seven.
- Meet us in Main Engineering.
|- Understood.
Who are you?|What are you doing on my ship? The baryon sweep uses|a high-frequency plasma field.
Your phaser won't work.
You're probably right.
|But I'd like to bet this will.
A laser welder can be deadly.
Now, what's going on|in Main Engineering? I suggest that you cooperate.
You're Starfleet.
You won't kill me.
You sure? Seems you're right.
Tyrellian laser art is very similar|in form and composition.
Of course!|I used to be stationed on Tyrellia.
Really? There are five Tyrellians|serving aboard the Enterprise.
Fascinating.
|Not many people know this.
Tyrellia is only one|of three known inhabited planets - without a magnetic pole.
|- I was aware of that.
Are you aware that Tyrellia is one of seven known planets|with no atmosphere? Really? - They're still at it!|- Non-stop.
It has a strange fascination.
How long can two people|talk about nothing? Is something wrong? I don't know.
I got strange|energy readings from your table.
I'm sure it's not serious.
Perhaps the heating|is malfunctioning.
Maybe I should look.
I'm sure we can handle this,|Commander.
There's no need to concern yourself.
Maybe I should look|at the element.
It's alright.
Please, don't worry.
What was that all about? I assure you it's alright.
|We'll look into it.
You don't have to concern yourself.
Orton, now! What is going on? Stay right where you are.
Reduce the plasma pressure|to 0.
6 percent nominal.
- How does the conduit look?|- It's clear.
Alright.
The plasma flow has|been shunted to the aft conduit.
We're ready here.
OK, that should do it, I think.
Be sure, Neil.
Yes.
Yeah, that does it.
Alright! Transfer 500 milligrams|from the reserve system to the core.
- Perfect!|- Adequate.
Disable the overrides.
Get|the interlocks off the seal.
Pomet! Prepare the transport assembly.
Keep watching that power flow.
|It might Keep working! - Where did he come from?|- Deck seven.
- Who are you?|- My name is Mot.
- I'm the barber.
|- Barber? What are you doing here? Everyone|was evacuated to the surface.
Yes, I know.
But I wanted to ride.
|I didn't have my saddle - Your saddle?|- That's right.
It's on deck seven.
|The power went out and I got lost Alright! Shut up.
Just shut up! - Any sign of Devor?|- No.
Satler.
Get down here|and keep an eye on our barber.
Go see if you can find Devor.
|Make sure nothing's wrong.
Sit down.
Alright.
|Just don't point that thing at me.
Do what I tell you.
|You won't have to worry.
- How long until you're ready?|- 40, maybe 50 minutes.
The baryon sweep hits|in 30 minutes.
- The diverter will protect us.
|- I'm worried about that unit.
I want the trilithium resin|in there before the sweep gets here.
- I don't want to take chances.
|- Understood.
They haven't tried|to communicate with the outside.
No demands,|no political statements, no theft.
They must want something.
Orton is not as calm as he looks.
|He's agitated and nervous.
As if something's gone wrong.
Maybe Geordi upset their timetable|when he saw the hidden weapons.
Orton may be improvising.
Maybe he didn't plan on hostages|and doesn't know what to do.
If they do not have a plan,|we may have the initiative.
Maybe, but we need to figure out|how to use it.
How is he? There's no permanent damage.
I've adjusted|the optical transducer in his visor to block out some of the pain.
|It's only partially effective.
I need to get him|to a medical facility.
I doubt if they'll agree to that.
But maybe if we tell them|Geordi's dying, they would give us|access to a medical kit.
We might be able to use the tools|to make a weapon.
Perhaps we can use the visor|as a weapon.
If the optical transducer|were modified, we might be able to generate|a hypersonic pulse.
A hypersonic pulse would overload|the audio receptors of everyone.
It would cause|immediate unconsciousness.
Can you adjust the visor yourself? It will look suspicious|if you both work on it.
I'll try.
I might need Geordi|to help me through.
Alright.
Be as casual as you can.
Let me know when you're ready.
Ready.
Begin draining the trilithium|at 100 milligrams per minute.
Neil, what's going on? Neil, get over here.
Put that down.
Don't worry.
|I've got it.
I'll be right there.
The primary inducer is fused.
|There's no way to fix it.
With no diverter, we have|no protection from the baryon sweep.
I know that.
How long before|the baryon sweep gets here? About 12 minutes.
|We should go to ten-forward.
That's the last place that|will be swept by the baryon field.
Alright, we're leaving.
|We're taking the trilithium with us.
What? Do you know|how volatile trilithium is? We can't just start hauling it|through the ship! I'll I'll try to make some modifications.
Satler's dead.
|He ran into the baryon sweep.
- What about Mot?|- I don't know.
I don't think he's a barber.
|I found this in the Jefferies tube.
Kelsey to Kiros.
This is Kiros.
We have a problem.
There's a Starfleet officer|still aboard.
He's killed Satler and maybe Devor.
He destroyed the diverter|in Engineering.
We have to leave|before the baryon sweep enters.
- What about the trilithium resin?|- We're taking it to ten-forward.
Kelsey, don't be a fool.
You know better|than to move trilithium resin.
Mr Mot!|Or should I call you Lieutenant? Lieutenant Commander, perhaps? Call me what you wish.
Moving trilithium|requires specific equipment.
You can't just improvise.
I wouldn't need to improvise|if you hadn't damaged our diverter.
If you're so concerned, I suggest|you stop interfering with us, before you set off an explosion that|destroys the Enterprise.
And you.
I would rather destroy the ship|than give the resin to terrorists.
What makes you think|I am a terrorist? Trilithium resin is a toxic waste-|product produced by our engines.
Its only use is as a weapon.
You might be right, but we have been|planning for this for a long time.
I doubt you'll be able to stop us.
|Find him! Or even slow us down.
There.
300 milligrams of trilithium.
I'm using a dynamic stabiliser|to act as a control rod.
That should keep the resin|stable enough for transport.
Come on! Don't be so tense.
If something goes wrong, you won't|have time to worry about it.
Three more decks, then we take|corridor 15B to ten-forward.
- What's wrong?|- We have to find another way up.
The rungs are cut.
That wasn't very clever, Mr Mot.
If you knew where we were,|you should have attacked.
Now we'll take a route,|one you might not be able to predict.
There are only so many ways|to ten-forward.
Ten-forward is the logical place|to stay ahead of the sweep.
That sweep is just as big a threat|to you as it is to us.
In fact, if I were you, Mr Mot, I'd be trying|to find another way off this ship.
I plan on leaving|the same way you do.
On your ship.
- What ship?|- Come on, Kelsey.
You've been planning this.
You must have a way to get off|the Enterprise and leave this system.
I think a ship is coming for you.
|I plan to be on it.
It's a small ship, Mr Mot.
I don't think there's room|for both of us.
I'm sorry to hear that.
|I'll send your regrets.
How is he, Doctor? He's in a lot of pain|but I think he should be fine.
He needs some water.
|Is that alright? We're almost ready.
When we set the visor to emit the|pulse, there'll be a burst of light.
We need a distraction.
- They need a distraction.
|- How long? Just a few seconds.
I think I can distract Orton|for a few seconds.
I don't think Orton's|in a talking mood, Will.
You just have to know|how to talk to him.
Orton.
I think we need|to discuss the situation.
There is nothing to discuss.
|Sit down.
There's a lot to discuss.
|Be reasonable.
I am not interested in hearing|your hostage-negotiation tactics.
It can't hurt you to listen, can it? - Alright.
|- Thank you.
Now, the first thing|we need to discuss is this Hold it.
Put your weapon down.
Kelsey, this is Kiros.
|I'm on deck ten.
I have Mot.
- Is he alive?|- Yes.
Good.
Meet us at intersection 41.
Understood.
This way.
Give me the trilithium.
How much farther do we have to go? Not far.
With all the modifications|you've made to this unit, will we have problems|removing the trilithium? No.
Just remove the control rod,|drain the unit.
There shouldn't be any problem.
That's all I wanted to know.
Well! Not as clever as you thought.
- Where's Pomet?|- He shot him with an arrow.
- He's not dead.
|- He will be soon.
The sweep's nearly here.
|No time to go back.
- What about Neil?|- The sweep got him.
Let's go.
I thought you'd just talk to him.
I did.
He just didn't like|what I had to say.
That was a perimeter warning|from the Remmler Array.
A small ship is approaching.
|Mr Orton has dropped his shields.
This must be the sign.
Mr Data, you will be the only one|unaffected by the burst.
As soon as everyone else|is unconscious, I need you to get to that computer|and stop that ship somehow.
I will try, sir.
Now.
Kelsey,|perhaps we can work out a deal.
You're the one who needs a deal, Mot.
My name isn't Mot.
|It's Jean-Luc Picard.
Capt Picard,|this is all beginning to make sense.
Leave the trilithium.
|Take me with you as a hostage.
I am not a terrorist,|I have no political agenda, although I know some people|who do have agendas.
And they are very interested|in this little container.
Profit.
This is all about profit.
I prefer to think of it|as commerce.
Open the door.
Now, go through slowly.
Well, Picard, I guess I'll be the one|to send your regrets.
Picard to Arkaria Base.
|Deactivate the baryon sweep.
Arkaria Base.
This is Capt Picard|on board the Enterprise.
Deactivate the baryon sweep! Arkaria Base.
This is Capt Picard.
Deactivate|the baryon sweep immediately! Data to Capt Picard.
|Do you read me, sir? - Picard here.
|- Are you alright, Captain? Yes, Mr Data.
A scout ship has just beamed|someone off the Enterprise.
Do you know anything about it? I know they won't get far.
Hold still.
|You have a nasty cut here.
Any luck? Sorry, Captain.
|I don't know what happened to it.
Hold still! I can't heal this|if you don't stop fidgeting.
Security has searched deck seven.
|They found nothing.
There.
I found it.
Someone put it|in a maintenance locker.
- Thank you.
|- You keep a saddle on board? Mr Worf, I'm surprised.
Anyone who is an experienced rider|has his own saddle.
- It's perfectly normal.
|- Actually, it came in handy.
I only wish I'd been able|to use it on a horse.
Of course.