Captain's log, stardate 41153.7. Our destination is planet Deneb Four,
beyond which lies the great unexplored mass of the galaxy. My orders
are to examine Farpoint, a starbase built there by the inhabitants of
that world. Meanwhile, I am becoming better acquainted with my new
command, this Galaxy Class USS Enterprise. I am still somewhat in awe
of its size and complexity. As for my crew, we are short in several key
positions, most notably a first officer, but I am informed that a
highly experienced man, one Commander William Riker, will be waiting to
join our ship at our Deneb Four destination.
PICARD: You will agree, Data, that Starfleet's
orders are difficult?
DATA: Difficult? Simply solve the mystery of Farpoint Station.
PICARD: As simple as that.
TROI: Farpoint Station. Even the name sounds mysterious.
PICARD: It's hardly simple, Data, to negotiate a friendly agreement for
Starfleet to use the base while at the same time snoop around finding
how and why the life form there built it.
DATA: Inquiry. The word snoop?
PICARD: Data, how can you be programmed as a virtual encyclopedia of
human information without knowing a simple word like snoop?
DATA: Possibility, a kind of human behaviour I was not designed to
PICARD: It means to spy, to sneak.
DATA: Ah! To seek covertly, to go stealthily, to slink, slither
PICARD: Exactly, yes.
DATA: Glide, creep, skulk, pussyfoot, gumshoe.
TROI: Captain, I'm sensing a powerful mind.
(Collision alert sounds)
TORRES: Something strange on the detector circuits.
(A massive barrier appears in front of them in space)
DATA: It registers as solid, Captain.
TROI: Or an incredibly powerful forcefield. But if we collide with
either it could be very
PICARD: Shut off that damned noise. Go to Yellow Alert.
WORF: Shields and deflectors up, sir.
(The barrier ripples like chain mail)
PICARD: Reverse power, full stop.
TORRES: Controls to full stop, sir. Now reading full stop, sir.
(There's a flash of light, and an Elizabethan era soldier appears,
complete with breast plate and plumed hat)
Q: Thou are notified that thy kind hath infiltrated the galaxy too far
already. Thou art directed to return to thine own solar system
PICARD: That's quite a directive. Would you mind identifying what you
Q: We call ourselves the Q. Or thou mayst call me that. It's all much
the same thing.
(The same force barrier stops two people exiting the turbolift)
Q: I present myself to thee as a fellow ship captain, that thou mayst
better understand me. Go back whence thou camest. (to Helmsman) Stay
where thou art!
(And the helmsman is frozen solid, phaser in hand)
PICARD: Data, call medics.
TROI: He's frozen.
PICARD: He would not have injured you. Do you recognise this, the stun
Q: Knowing humans as thou dost, Captain, wouldst thou be captured
helpless by them? Now, go back or thou shalt most certainly die.
Captain's log, supplementary. The frozen form of
Lieutenant Torres has been rushed to sickbay. The question now is the
incredible power of the Q being. Do we dare oppose it?
Q: Captain, thy little centuries go by so rapidly.
Perhaps thou will better understand this.
(A flash of light and he is wearing a 20th century US military uniform,
with a cigarette in his hand)
Q: Actually, the issue at stake is patriotism. You must return to your
world and put an end to the commies. All it takes is a few good men.
PICARD: What? That nonsense is centuries behind us.
Q: But you can't deny that you're still a dangerous, savage child race.
PICARD: Most certainly I deny it. I agree we still were when humans
wore costumes like that, four hundred years ago.
Q: At which time you slaughtered millions in silly arguments about how
to divide the resources of
your little world. And four hundred years before that you were
murdering each other in quarrels over tribal god-images. Since there
are no indications that humans will ever change.
PICARD: But even when we wore costumes like that we'd already started
to make rapid progress.
Q: Oh yeah? You want to review your rapid progress?
(Flash, and a change into a padded suit)
Q: Rapid progress, to where humans learned to control their military
WORF: Sir, sickbay reports Lieutenant Torres's condition is better.
Q: Oh, concern for one's fellow comrade. How touching.
WORF: And now a personal request, sir. Permission to clean up the
TASHA: Lieutenant Worf is right, sir. As Security Chief I can't just
stand here and let
PICARD: Yes you can, Lieutenant Yar.
Q: (taking a snort of something) Oh, better. And later, on finally
reaching deep space, humans of course found enemies to fight out there
too. And to broaden those struggles you again found allies for still
more murdering. The same old story, all over again.
PICARD: No. The same old story is the one we're meeting now.
Self-righteous life forms who are eager not to learn but to prosecute,
to judge anything they don't understand or can't tolerate.
Q: What an interesting idea. Prosecute and judge. Suppose it turns out
we understand you humans only too well.
PICARD: We've no fear of what the true facts about us will reveal.
Q: Facts about you? Splendid, splendid, Captain! You're a veritable
fountain of good ideas. There are preparations to make, but when we
next meet, Captain, we'll proceed exactly as you suggest.
(A flash and he is gone)
WORF: Sir, respectfully submit our only choice is to fight.
TASHA: Fight, or try to escape.
PICARD: Sense anything, Commander?
TROI: Its mind is much too powerful. Recommend we avoid contact.
PICARD: From this point, no station aboard, repeat no station, for any
reason will make use of transmitted signals or intercom. We'll try and
take them by surprise. Let's see what this galaxy class starship can
do. (to Worf) Lieutenant, inform engine room to prepare for maximum
WORF: Aye, sir.
PICARD: Records search, Data. Results of detaching saucer section at
high warp velocity.
DATA: Inadvisable at any warp speed, sir.
PICARD: Search theoretical.
DATA: It is possible, sir. But absolutely no margin for error.
PICARD: Using print-out only, notify all decks to prepare for maximum
acceleration. Now hear this, Maximum, you're entitled to know, means
that we'll be pushing our engines well beyond safety limits. Our hope
is to surprise whatever that is out there, try and outrun it. Our only
other option is to tuck tail between our legs and return to Earth as
(Worf makes his trip to Engineering and back)
WORF: Engine room ready, sir.
TROI: The board shows green, Captain. All go.
PICARD: Stand by. Engage.
(They swoop along and past the barrier, which then turns into a ball
and chases them)
WORF: Velocity warp nine point two.
DATA: Heading three five one mark eleven, sir.
PICARD: Steady on that.
TASHA: The hostile is now giving chase, sir. Accelerating fast.
WORF: We're now at warp nine point three, sir, which takes us past the
red line, sir.
PICARD: Continue accelerating. Counsellor, at this point I'm open to
guesses about what we've just met.
TROI: It it felt like something beyond what we'd consider a life form.
TROI: Very, very advanced, sir, or certainly very, very different.
WORF: We're at nine point four, sir.
TASHA: Hostile is now beginning to overtake us, sir.
PICARD: Are you sure?
DATA: Hostile's velocity is already warp nine point six, sir. Shall I
put them on the main viewer?
PICARD: Reverse angle.
DATA: Magnifying viewer image.
TASHA: Hostile's velocity is nine point seven, sir.
PICARD: Worf, inform the engine room we need more.
DATA: Engine room attempting to comply, sir, but they caution us
PICARD: Go to yellow alert. Arm aft photon torpedoes. Place them on
TASHA: Torpedoes to ready, sir.
TASHA: Hostile now at warp nine point eight, sir.
WORF: Our velocity is only nine point five, sir.
DATA: Projection, sir. We may be able to match hostile's nine point
eight, sir. But at extreme risk.
TASHA: Now reading the hostile at warp nine point nine, sir.
PICARD: Now hear this. Print-out message, urgent, all stations on all
decks. Prepare for emergency saucer sever. You will command the saucer
WORF: I am a Klingon, sir. For me to seek escape when my Captain goes
PICARD: You are a Starfleet officer, Lieutenant.
WORF: Aye, sir.
PICARD: Make the mark, Data. Note in ship's log that at this startime,
I'm transferring command to the battle bridge.
(Picard, Data, Yar and Troi leave the Bridge to unnamed crew)
Captain's log, stardate 41153.7. Preparing to
detach saucer section. so that families and the majority of the ship's
company can seek relative safety while the vessel's stardrive,
containing the battle bridge and main armaments, will turn
back and confront the mystery that is threatening us.
(Families of various races make their way along
corridors as the bridge crew settle into a more compact Bridge)
PICARD: Lieutenant, your torpedoes must detonate close enough to the
hostile to blind it at the moment we separate.
TASHA: Understood, sir.
TROI: All decks acknowledging, sir.
PICARD: Worf, this is the Captain.
PICARD [OC]: At the moment of separation, we will
reverse power just enough to get your saucer section out ahead and
clear of us.
WORF: Understood, Captain.
TASHA: Torpedoes away, sir.
(Eight red dots shoot out from the stern)
PICARD: Begin countdown. Mark.
DATA: Starship separation in six, five, four, three, two, one.
(Gracefully, the huge saucer lifts away from the body of the ship)
DATA: Separation is successful, sir.
(The main body does a hand-brake turn and heads back to their pursuer.
The torpedoes detonate.)
TASHA: Torpedoes have detonated, sir.
PICARD: Let's come to a stop. Reverse power.
DATA: Reverse power. Decelerating.
PICARD: Dead stop. We'll hold this position and wait for them.
TROI: That will bring them here in just minutes, sir.
TASHA: Will we make a fight of it, Captain? If we can at least damage
their ship we'll have a chance
PICARD: Lieutenant, are you recommending we fight a life form that can
do all those things? I'd like to hear your advice.
TASHA: I spoke before I thought, sir. We should look for some way to
distract them from going after the saucer.
O'BRIEN: All forward motion stopped, sir.
PICARD: Thank you, conn. Commander, signal the following in all
languages and on all frequencies. We surrender. State that we are not
asking for any terms or conditions.
TROI: Aye, sir. All language forms and frequencies.
(The ball reaches them and surrounds them with it's barrier. The ship
(The crew find themselves in a room with a noisy
audience. One of the future soldiers that Q pretended to be, fires his
machine gun for silence. An Oriental man takes charge)
BAILIFF: The prisoners will all stand.
(Picard sits down)
DATA: Historically intriguing, Captain. Very, very accurate.
PICARD: Mid twenty first century. The post-atomic horror.
BAILIFF: All present, stand and make respectful attention to honoured
TROI: Careful, sir. This is not an illusion or a dream.
PICARD: But these courts happened in the past.
TROI: I don't understand either, but this is real.
SOLDIER: Get to your feet, criminals!
(From the distance, a spotlight reveals a figure approaching, dressed
in red, and sitting on a throne carried on hydraulics for effect)
DATA: At least we are acquainted with the judge, Captain.
(Q gestures the crowd to sit)
SOLDIER: Attention! On your feet. Attention!
(Tasha disarms him)
Q: (to soldier) You are out of order. (another soldier kills him) The
prisoners will not be harmed until they are found guilty. Dispose of
PICARD: Can we assume you mean this will be a fair trial?
Q: Yes, absolutely equitable. Proceed.
BAILIFF: Before this gracious court now appear these prisoners to
answer for the multiple and grievous savageries of their species. How
plead you, criminal?
DATA: If I may, Captain? Objection, your honour. In the year 2036, the
new United Nations declared that no Earth citizen
could be made to answer for the crimes of his race or forbears.
Q (JUDGE): Objection denied. This is a court of the year 2079, by which
time more rapid progress had caused all United
Earth nonsense to be abolished.
PICARD: Tasha, no.
TASHA: I must! Because I grew up on a world that allowed things like
this court. And it was people like these that saved me from it. This
so-called court should get down on its knees to what Starfleet is, what
(Q freezes Tasha)
TROI: You barbarian! This woman
BAILIFF: Criminals keep silence!
PICARD: You've got a lot to learn about humans if you think you can
torture us or frighten us into silence. Will she live?
DATA: Uncertain. When he froze Lieutenant Torres on the Bridge, we had
our Sickbay to help thaw him out.
BAILIFF: You will answer the charges, criminals.
PICARD: Or what? Or this? Her death? Or worse? You promised the
prisoners will not be harmed. We plead nothing so long as you break
your own rules.
Q: I suggest you centre your attention on this trial, Captain. It may
be your only hope.
PICARD: I suggest you are now having second thoughts it. You are
considering that if you conduct a fair trial, which was your promise,
you may lose.
PICARD: Yes, even though you're judge and prosecutor.
Q: And jury.
PICARD: Accepted, so long as you keep to your agreement. And assaulting
prisoners is hardly a fair trial.
Q: This is a merciful court. (Tasha is thawed) Silence! Continuing
these proceedings, I must caution you that legal trickery is not
permitted. This is a court of
PICARD: court of fact! We humans know our past, even when we're ashamed
of it. I recognise this court system as the one that agreed with that
line from Shakespeare. Kill all the
Q: Which was done.
PICARD: Which led to the rule guilty until proven innocent.
Q: Of course. Bringing the innocent to trial would be unfair. You will
now answer to the charge of being a grievously savage race.
PICARD: Grievously savage could mean anything. I will answer only
Q: Are you certain you want a full disclosure of human ugliness? So be
it, fool! Present the charges.
BAILIFF: Criminal, you will read the charges to the court.
(Picard takes his time to read the pad that is handed to him, then
gives it back)
PICARD: I see no charges against us, Your Honour.
Q: You are out of order!
(Guns are placed at Data and Troi's heads)
Q: Soldiers, you will press those triggers if this criminal answers
with any word other than guilty. Criminal, how plead you?
PICARD: Guilty. Provisionally.
Q: The Court will hear the provision.
PICARD: We question whether this court is abiding by its own trial
instructions. Have I have permission to have Commander Data repeat the
Q: There will be no legal trickery
PICARD: These will be your own words, your Honour. What exactly what
followed his Honour's statement that the prisoner will not be harmed?
DATA: Yes, sir. The Captain had asked the question. Can we assume you
mean this will be a fair trial? And in reply the judge stated, yes,
Q: Irrelevant testimony, entirely irrelevant.
PICARD: Alright! We agree there is evidence to support the court's
contention that humans have been savage. Therefore I say test us. Test
whether this is presently true of humans.
Q: I see, I see. And so you petition the Court to accept you and your
comrades as proof of what humanity has become.
PICARD: There must be many ways we can be tested. We have a long
mission ahead of us.
Q: Another brilliant suggestion, Captain. But your test hardly requires
a long mission. Your immediate destination offers far more challenge
than you can possibly imagine. Yes, this Farpoint station will be an
BAILIFF: All present, respectfully stand.
Q: This trial is adjourned, to allow the criminals to be tested.
BAILIFF: This honourable court is adjourned. Stand respectfully.
Q: Captain, you may find you are not nearly clever enough to deal with
what lies ahead for you. It may have been better to accept sentence
(O'Brien is unaware the four were ever away)
DATA: What is present course, conn?
O'BRIEN: It's what it's been all along, sir. Direct heading to Farpoint
DATA: Confirm. We are on that heading, sir.
O'BRIEN: Know anything about Farpoint Station, sir? Sounds like a
fairly dull place.
PICARD: We've heard that we may find it rather interesting.
Personal log, Commander William Riker. Stardate
41153.7. The USS Hood has dropped me off at Farpoint Station, where I
await the arrival of the new USS Enterprise to which I have been
assigned as First Officer. Meanwhile I have been asked to visit the
Farpoint Administrator's Office, in the old city.
(It is a standard wooden room, a desk with a bowl
of fruit on it. Zorn is humanoid in loose clothing with long straight
ZORN: Ah, Commander Riker, I thought you'd want to know we've still no
word from your vessel. I trust we made your waiting comfortable?
RIKER: Luxurious is more like it.
ZORN: Good. (gets muddled over a handshake) Good.
RIKER: Would I seem ungrateful if I ask for some information?
RIKER: Fascinating, the advanced materials used in constructing this
space station. Your energy supply must be as abundant as I've heard.
ZORN: Geothermal energy is the one great blessing of this planet. I'll
have all the details of that sent to your quarters.
RIKER: Thank you. But it still seems incredible to me that you could
have constructed this station so rapidly and so, so perfectly suited to
ZORN: Would your care for an Earth delicacy, Commander?
RIKER: (looking at the bowl of fruit) If there's an apple?
ZORN: I'm sorry, Commander.
RIKER: It doesn't matter. What I was saying was (suddenly there is a
second bowl of apples) I'll be damned.
ZORN: Ah yes, there was another selection here
RIKER: Groppler, I could have sworn it wasn't here a minute ago.
ZORN: And did your failure to notice it make it unwelcome?
RIKER: Not at all, Groppler.
ZORN: I trust it will be the same with Farpoint Station, Commander. A
few easily answered questions about it won't make Starfleet appreciate
RIKER: And it's delicious. Thank you. Good morning, Groppler Zorn.
ZORN: Good morning.
(Riker leaves with his apple)
ZORN: (to the air) You have been told not to do that. Why can't you
understand? It will arouse their suspicion. And if that happens, we
will have to punish you. We will, I promise you.
RIKER: Doctor Crusher!
WESLEY: Mother, it's Commander Riker.
RIKER: Hello, Wes. Enjoying Farpoint Station?
WESLEY: Yes, sir.
RIKER: I saw you. I thought I might join you for a stroll.
CRUSHER: Actually, we were about to do some shopping.
RIKER: I've been meaning to visit the mall myself.
CRUSHER: Of course.
WESLEY: If you're wondering about Mom, Commander Riker, she's not
unfriendly. She's just shy around men she doesn't know.
CRUSHER: Wesley! I believe that means he would like us to be friends.
RIKER: I'm willing, Doctor. Although we're not officially part of the
Enterprise, I thought there might be something useful we can do while
CRUSHER: Useful? How, Commander?
RIKER: Investigating some things that I've noticed since I've been
here. The last was a piece of fruit.
CRUSHER: (examining a bolt of cloth) Gold would be lovely with this. I
am sure, Commander, there are reasons for a first officer to want to
demonstrate his energy and alertness to a new captain. But since my
duty and interests are outside the command
(Suddenly the bolt of cloth has a gold pattern on it)
RIKER: Isn't it remarkable they happen to have exactly what you asked
CRUSHER: Thank you. I'll take the entire bolt. Send it to our starship
when it arrives. Charge to Doctor Crusher.
(they walk away from the stall)
RIKER: Let's see, where were we?
CRUSHER: I was accusing you of inventing work in order to curry favour
with our new captain. I apologise.
WESLEY: Mom, that gold pattern wasn't there.
CRUSHER: Maybe this is something Jean-Luc would like looked into.
RIKER: Jean-Luc Picard? You know the Captain?
WESLEY: When I was little, he brought my father's body home to us.
CRUSHER: Yes, Wes, long, long ago. A pleasure to meet you, Commander.
You will excuse us.
RIKER: My pleasure, Doctor. Wes.
RIKER: See you on board.
WESLEY: Yes, sir.
(Crusher and Wesley leave Riker, and another uniformed man arrives,
wearing a device across his eyes)
LAFORGE: Sir, the Enterprise is arriving
RIKER: Is this an official report, Lieutenant?
LAFORGE: Sorry, Commander. Sir, Lieutenant La Forge reporting. The
Enterprise arriving, but without the saucer section, sir.
RIKER: Stardrive section only? What happened?
LAFORGE: I don't know, sir. Captain Picard has signalled for you to
beam up immediately.
RIKER: Our new captain doesn't waste time. It's a good idea. Thank you,
LAFORGE: Aye, sir.
RIKER: (moves into a clear space) Enterprise, this is Commander Riker
at Farpoint Station. Standing by
to beam up.
TASHA: Lieutenant Yar of Security, sir. Captain Picard will see you on
the Battle Bridge.
RIKER: With the saucer gone, I assume something
interesting happened on your way here?
TASHA: Battle bridge. That's for the Captain to
PICARD: Do we have clearance?
DATA: Aye, sir, into the standard parking orbit.
PICARD: Make it so.
TASHA: Commander Riker, sir.
RIKER: Riker, WT, reporting as ordered, sir.
PICARD: Is the viewer ready?
TASHA: All set up, sir.
PICARD: We'll first bring you up to date on a little adventure we had
on our way here, Commander. Then we'll talk. Welcome aboard.
TASHA: (to Riker) This way, sir.
(She sits him down in front of a screen and runs a tape of the Q
encounter on the Bridge)
Q [on monitor]: Thou art directed to return to thine own solar system
immediately. Go back or thou shalt most certainly die. You can't deny
you're still a dangerous, savage, child race.
DATA: Message from the saucer module, sir. It will arrive here in fifty
PICARD: Inform them we'll connect as soon as they arrive. And sent the
Commander to me when he's finished.
TASHA: Yes, sir.
Q [on monitor]: And four hundred years before that, you were murdering
each other in quarrels over tribal god images. Since then there are no
indications that humans will ever change. There are preparations to
make, and when we next meet, Captain, we'll proceed exactly as you
RIKER: He calls that a little adventure?
[Battle ready room]
RIKER: Not exactly a run of the mill happening, Captain.
PICARD: It seems we're alive only because we have been placed on
probation. A very serious kind of probation. (answers
DATA [OC]: The saucer module is now entering orbit with us, sir.
PICARD: Acknowledged. Commander Riker will conduct a manual docking.
PICARD: You've reported in, haven't you? You are qualified?
RIKER: Yes, sir.
PICARD: Then I mean now, Commander.
DATA: They say you will be doing this manually,
sir. No automation.
RIKER: As ordered.
(They approach the saucer from astern, of course)
RIKER: Velocity to one half metre per second. Adjust pitch angle,
negative three degrees. Watch your roll angle, conn. All stations,
prepare for reconnection. Thrusters to station keeping. All velocity
zero. Her inertia should do the job now. Lock up now.
(The clamps rise and the two parts of the ship meet again)
PICARD: A fairly routine manoeuvre but you handled
it quite well.
RIKER: Thank you, sir. I hope I showed some promise.
PICARD: I do have some questions for you though.
RIKER: Yes, sir, I thought you might.
PICARD: I see in your file that Captain DeSoto thinks very highly of
you. One curious thing, however, you refused to let him beam down to
RIKER: In my opinion, sir, Altair Three was too dangerous to risk
exposing the Captain.
PICARD: I see. A Captain's rank means nothing to you.
RIKER: Rather the reverse, sir. But a Captain's life means a great deal
PICARD: Isn't it just possible that you don't get to be a Starfleet
Captain without knowing whether it's safe to beam down or not? Isn't it
a little presumptuous of a first officer to second guess his captain's
RIKER: Permission to speak candidly, sir?
RIKER: Having been a first officer yourself, you know that assuming
that responsibility must by definition include the safety of the
captain. I have no problem with following any rules you lay down, short
of compromising your safety.
PICARD: And you don't intend to back off that position?
RIKER: No, sir,
PICARD: One further thing. A special favour.
RIKER: Anything, sir.
PICARD: Using the same kind of strength you showed with Captain DeSoto,
I would appreciate it if you can keep me from making an ass of myself
PICARD: I'm not a family man, Riker, and yet, Starfleet has given me a
ship with children aboard.
RIKER: Yes, sir.
PICARD: And I don't feel comfortable with children. But, since a
captain needs an image of geniality, you're to see that's what I
RIKER: Aye, sir.
PICARD: Welcome to the Enterprise, Commander Riker.
CRUSHER: Naturally I've heard of your case. The
visor implants you wear
LAFORGE: Is a remarkable piece of bio-electronic engineering by which I
quote see much of the EM spectrum ranging from simple heat and infrared
through radio waves et cetera, et cetera, and forgive me if I've said
and listened to this a thousand times before.
(Without the Visor, Geordi La Forge's eyes are white sightless orbs,
and he has flashing red lights at his temples)
CRUSHER: You've been blind all your life?
LAFORGE: I was born this way.
CRUSHER: And you've felt pain all the years that you've used this?
LAFORGE: They say it's because I use my natural sensors in different
CRUSHER: Well, I see two choices. The first is painkillers.
LAFORGE: Which would affect how this works. No. Choice number two?
CRUSHER: Exploratory surgery. Desensitise the brain areas troubling
LAFORGE: Same difference. No, thank you, Doctor.
CRUSHER: I understand.
LAFORGE: See you.
WORF: Yes sir?
RIKER: Where will I find Commander Data?
WORF: Commander Data is on special assignment, sir. He's using our
shuttlecraft to transfer an admiral over to the Hood.
RIKER: An admiral?
WORF: He's been aboard all day, sir, checking over medical layout.
RIKER: Why a shuttlecraft? Why wouldn't he just beam over?
WORF: I suppose he could, sir, but the Admiral's a rather remarkable
(A very old man in a cardigan is shuffling along.
He is played by DeForrest Kelley, so of course we name this character
MCCOY: Have you got some reason you want my atoms scattered all over
DATA: No sir. But at your age, sir, I thought you shouldn't have to put
up with the time and trouble of a shuttlecraft.
MCCOY: Hold it right there, boy.
MCCOY: What about my age?
DATA: Sorry, sir. If that subject troubles you
MCCOY: Troubles me? What's so damned troubling about not having died?
How old do you think I am?
DATA: One hundred thirty seven years, Admiral, according to Starfleet
MCCOY: Explain how you remember that so exactly.
DATA: I remember every fact I am exposed to, sir.
MCCOY: I don't see any points on your ears, boy, but you sound like a
DATA: No, sir. I'm an android.
MCCOY: Almost as bad.
DATA: I thought it was generally accepted, sir, that Vulcans are an
advanced and most honourable race.
MCCOY: They are, they are. And damned annoying at times.
DATA: Yes, sir.
MCCOY: Well, this is a new ship, but she's got the right name. Now you
remember that, you hear.
DATA: I will, sir.
MCCOY: You treat her like a lady, and she'll always bring you home.
PICARD: Did you signal the Hood, Commander Riker?
RIKER: Your exact message. Bon voyage mon ami.
PICARD: What was my answer, computer?
Q [OC]: You're wasting time, Captain. (appears on viewscreen) Or did
you think I was gone?
PICARD: Lieutenant! Do you intend to blast a hole through the viewer?
If the purpose of this is to test humans, your honour, we must proceed
in our own way.
Q [on viewscreen]: You are dilatory. You have twenty four hours. Any
further delay and you risk summary judgement against you, Captain.
WORF: Sorry, sir
RIKER: You reacted fast, Mister Worf.
PICARD: But futilely.
WORF: I will learn to do better, sir.
PICARD: Of course you will. We've a long voyage ahead of us.
RIKER: What do we do now, Captain? With them monitoring our every move
and every word.
PICARD: We do exactly what we would do if this Q never existed. If
we're going to be damned, let's be damned for what we really are.
PICARD [OC]: Personal log, stardate 41153.8. Of the twenty four
hours Q allotted us to prove ourselves, eleven have now passed without
incident. And yet I cannot forget Q's prediction that we will face some
RIKER: This planet's interior heat provides an
abundance of geothermal energy, sir. But it's about all this world does
PICARD: And it's your belief that this is what made it possible for
them to construct this base to Starfleet standards?
RIKER: Yes sir. We have to assume that they've been trading their
surplus energy for the construction materials used here. According to
our ship's scans, many of the materials used are not found on this
PICARD: Perhaps it's like those incidents you describe in your report
as almost magical attempts to please us.
RIKER: Those events did happen, sir.
PICARD: None of it suggests anything threatening. If only every life
form had as much desire to please. Ready to beam down? I'm looking
forward to meeting this Groppler Zorn.
RIKER: I have a feeling there's more to it than just pleasing us, sir.
PICARD: As if it's something Q is doing to trick
us? Over here. I've asked the Counsellor to join us in this meeting.
May I introduce our new First Officer, Commander William Riker.
Commander Riker, this is our ship's Counsellor, Deanna Troi.
TROI [OC]: Do you remember what I taught you, Imzadi? Can you still
sense my thoughts?
TROI: A pleasure, Commander.
RIKER: Likewise, Counsellor.
PICARD: Have the two of you met before?
RIKER: We have, sir.
PICARD: Excellent. I consider it important for my key officers know
each other's abilities.
(They step into the turbolift)
TROI: We do, sir. We do.
TROI [OC]: I, too, would never say goodbye, Imzadi.
PICARD: My crew and I need a bit more information
before we make our recommendations to Starfleet.
ZORN: No objections to that, but but I'm puzzled over you bringing a
Betazoid to this. If her purpose, sir, is to probe my thoughts
TROI: I can sense only strong emotions, Groppler. I am only half
Betazoid. My father was a Starfleet officer.
ZORN: Well, I have nothing to hide, of course.
PICARD: Good, since we admire what we've seen of your construction
techniques. Starfleet may be interested in your constructing starbases
ZORN: We are not interested in building other facilities.
RIKER: If I may, Captain. Then a trade, Groppler? Some things you need
in return for lending us architects and engineers
who can demonstrate your techniques.
ZORN: Bandi do not enjoy leaving their home world. If Starfleet cannot
accept that small weakness, then we will be forced, unhappily, to seek
an alliance with someone like the Ferengi, or
PICARD: Counsellor? What is it?
TROI: Do you want it described here, sir?
PICARD: Yes. No secrets here if we're to be all to be friends. Agreed,
ZORN: We ourselves have nothing to hide, of course.
TROI: Pain. Pain. Loneliness. Terrible loneliness. Despair. I'm not
sensing the Groppler, sir, or any of his people, but it's
something very close to us here.
PICARD: The source of this, Groppler. Do you have any idea?
ZORN: No. No, absolutely not. And I find nothing helpful or productive
in any of this!
PICARD: And that's it? No other comment?
ZORN: Well what do you expect of us? We offer you a base designed to
your needs, luxurious even by human standards
PICARD: While evading even our simplest questions about it. We'll
adjourn for now while we all reconsider our positions.
ZORN: Captain, the Ferengi would be very interested in a base like
PICARD: Fine. I hope they find you as tasty as they did their past
RIKER: Ensign, can you help me find Commander Data?
I understand he's somewhere on this deck.
ENSIGN: This way, sir. You must be new to these Galaxy class starships,
sir. (to wall) Tell me the location of Commander Data.
COMPUTER: Lieutenant Commander Data now located in Holodeck area 4J.
ENSIGN: And as you see, sir, it's pointing you that way.
RIKER: Thank you
ENSIGN: You're welcome, sir.
(She appreciates the sight as he walks away)
COMPUTER: The next hatchway on your right.
RIKER: Thank you.
COMPUTER: You're welcome, Commander Riker. And if you care to enter,
RIKER: I do.
(The holodeck doors open to show trees and vegetation. There is
(He crosses a stream by stepping stones. One wobbles. Someone is trying
to whistle 'Pop goes the Weasel'. Riker finishes the tune)
DATA: Marvellous. How easily humans do that. I still need much
RIKER: There are some puzzles down on the planet that the Captain wants
answered. He suggests that I take you with me on the away team that
I'll be leading.
DATA: I shall endeavour to function adequately, sir.
RIKER: Yes. When the captain suggested you, I looked up your record.
DATA: Yes, sir. A wise procedure, sir, always.
RIKER: Then your rank of Lieutenant Commander is honorary?
DATA: No, sir. Starfleet class of '78. Honours in probability mechanics
RIKER: Your file says that you're an
DATA: Machine, Correct, sir. Does that trouble you?
RIKER: To be honest, yes, a little.
DATA: Understood, sir. Prejudice is very human.
RIKER: Now that does trouble me. Do you consider yourself superior to
DATA: I am superior, sir, in many ways, but I would gladly give it up
to be human.
RIKER: Nice to meet you, Pinocchio. A joke.
DATA: Ah. Intriguing.
RIKER: You're going to be an interesting companion, Mister Data.
DATA: This woodland pattern is quite popular, sir. Perhaps because it
duplicates Earth so well. Coming here almost makes me feel human
RIKER: I didn't believe these simulations could be this real.
DATA: Much of it is real, sir. If the transporters can convert our
bodies to an energy beam, then back to the original pattern again
RIKER: Yes, of course. And these rocks and vegetation have much simpler
DATA: Correct, sir. The rear wall.
RIKER: I can't see it.
DATA: We're right next to it.
(He throws a rock at it, and the image pixilates on impact)
WESLEY [OC]: Commander Riker!
WESLEY: (at the stream) Commander Riker, isn't this great? This is one
of the simpler patterns. They've got thousands more. Some you just
RIKER: Careful, the next rock is loose!
(Wesley falls in the water)
(Data rushes down and hauls the boy out with one hand)
RIKER: Mister Data has agreed to join me on the
away team, Captain.
PICARD: Very good, Commander.
WESLEY: Sir, maybe I should get something to wipe this water up.
PICARD: Good idea.
WESLEY: There's a low gravity gymnasium, too. It'd
be hard to get bored on this ship.
WESLEY: Mom, could you get me a look at the Bridge?
CRUSHER: That's against the Captain's standing orders.
WESLEY: Are you afraid of the Captain too?
CRUSHER: I certainly am not.
WESLEY: But Captain Picard is a pain, isn't he?
CRUSHER: Your father liked him very much. Great explorers are often
lonely. No chance to have a family.
WESLEY: Just a look, at the Bridge. I'll stay in the turbolift when the
doors open. I won't get off.
CRUSHER: You are asking for trouble, Wes. We'll see what we can do.
TASHA: Recommend that someone could begin by
examining the underside of the station, sir.
TROI: Our sensors do show some passages, sir. Perhaps you and I?
RIKER: Tasha, you and the Counsellor. And, Geordi, I want your eyes
down there. (to Data) You and I will start with topside.
(As the three explore underground)
RIKER: Have you noticed anything unusual?
DATA: I can't see as well as Geordi, sir, but so far the material seems
rather very ordinary.
RIKER: Construction records?
DATA: Construction records show this to be almost identical to that
which Starfleet uses.
TASHA [OC]: Team Leader.
TASHA: We've found something interesting. We're in
a passageway directly under the station, sir.
LAFORGE: But these tunnel walls are something I've never seen before,
RIKER: How are you examining them?
LAFORGE [OC]: In every way.
LAFORGE: Microscopically, thermally,
electromagnetically. None of it is familiar.
RIKER [OC]: What about you, Troi?
TROI: Sir, I've avoided opening my mind. Whatever I felt in the
Groppler's office became very uncomfortable.
RIKER: I'm sorry, Counsellor, but you must. We need
TROI: Pain. Such pain! Pain!
RIKER: Hang on, I'm coming. Enterprise, lock us
onto her signal.
(Data and Riker beam into the passageway)
RIKER: I'm sorry. Close your mind to the pain.
TROI: Unhappiness. Terrible despair.
TROI: I don't know. No life form anything like us.
RIKER: What in the hell kind of place is this? Geordi, what do you see?
LAFORGE: Well, it's of no material I recognise, sir, or have even heard
(They carry on exploring)
(The turbolift doors open, and Wesley is standing
PICARD: Children are not allowed on the Bridge.
(Crusher appears from where she was hiding)
CRUSHER: Permission to report to the captain
PICARD: Doctor Crusher.
CRUSHER: Captain. Sir, my son is not on the Bridge. He merely
accompanied me on the turbolift.
PICARD: Your son?
CRUSHER: His name's Wesley. You last saw him years ago when
PICARD: Well, as long as he's here. I knew your father, Wesley. Want a
(Wesley steps onto the Bridge)
PICARD: But don't touch anything! Try it out. (the captain's chair) The
panel on your right is for log entries, library computer access and
retrieval, viewscreen control, intercoms, and so on. Here we have
WESLEY: And here, the backup conn and ops panels, plus shield and
PICARD: The forward viewscreen is controlled from the ops position
WESLEY: Which uses high resolution, multi-spectral imaging sensor
PICARD: How the hell do you know that, boy?
WESLEY: Perimeter alert, Captain!
WESLEY: I'm sorry.
CRUSHER: You shouldn't have touched anything
PICARD: Off the bridge! Both of you.
WORF: You have a perimeter alert, sir.
CRUSHER: As my son tried to tell you!
(Crusher and Wesley step back into the turbolift)
PICARD: Picard. Go ahead.
SECURITY [OC]: Ship's sensors have detected the presence of a vessel
approaching this planet. No ship is scheduled to arrive at this time,
PICARD: Have Commander Riker and his team beam back up. Security, could
that be the Hood returning here?
SECURITY [OC]: The vessel does not match the Hood's configuration or ID
PICARD: Put it on main viewer. Identification?
WORF: Vessel unknown, configuration unknown, sir.
(It looks like a classic flying saucer)
PICARD: Hail it.
WORF: We've been trying, sir. No response.
PICARD: Raise all shields, phasers at ready.
WORF: Shields up, sir. Phasers ready.
PICARD: Get me Groppler Zorn. And continue universal greetings on all
ZORN [OC]: This is Zorn, Captain.
PICARD: Zorn, an unidentified vessel has entered into orbit with us.
PICARD [OC]: Do you know who it is?
ZORN: There are no ships scheduled to arrive until
PICARD: I asked if you knew who it is. You
mentioned the Ferengi Alliance to me.
ZORN: But we have had no dealings with them. It was
only a, a thought.
PICARD: Are you certain?
ZORN [OC]: I promise you, Captain.
ZORN: We were making an empty threat. I wanted your
cooperation. Forgive me.
WORF: Definitely entering orbital trajectory, sir.
SECURITY: (at Tasha's station) It measures twelve times our volume,
(A purple light envelopes the Enterprise)
WORF: Sensors say we were just scanned, sir.
TASHA: Pain again?
RIKER: Troi, you've been at it enough.
TROI: No, I feel close to an answer of some kind.
DATA: Commander, something down here is shielding our communicators.
TROI: Yes, that's exactly the feeling I've been reading. As if someone
doesn't want us to be in touch with our ship.
RIKER: Come on, let's get to the surface.
WORF: There is no computer record of any such
vessel, sir. Nothing even close.
SECURITY: Still no response, sir. We've done everything but threaten
PICARD: Sensor scans, Mister Worf.
WORF: Our sensor signals seem to just bounce off. Something's
happening, sir. They're firing on Farpoint, sir!
PICARD: Bring photon torpedoes to ready!
WORF: Wait, sir. They're hitting the old Bandi city, not Farpoint
(The ruined and empty city is being smashed by purple blasts)
(The away team can hear the blasts)
TROI: Those stairs are where we entered down here, sir.
LAFORGE: At this point, it becomes ordinary stone, sir. Matching what's
TASHA: My God! Was that a phaser blast?
DATA: Negative. But something similar.
RIKER: You, Tasha, and Geordi will beam up to the ship. Now, come on, I
want to see exactly what's happening.
TROI: Don't. If you should be hurt
RIKER: You have your orders, Lieutenant. Carry them out.
TROI: Yes sir, I'm sorry, sir. Enterprise, three to beam up.
ZORN: Enterprise, Enterprise, come in! Help us,
please! What shall we do?
ZORN [OC]: Enterprise, help us, please!
PICARD: Tune that down! Commander Riker, come in. Can you hear me?
(Data and Riker phaser open a door and rush
RIKER: Riker to Enterprise, come in.
PICARD [OC]: Commander Riker, come in. Where are you?
RIKER: With Data, on the edge of the old city, sir. It's being hit
PICARD: And Farpoint Station? Any damage there?
RIKER [OC]: Negative on damage to Farpoint, sir. Whoever they are, it
seems they're carefully avoiding hitting the station.
PICARD: It's from an unidentified vessel that's entered into orbit with
PICARD [OC]: No ID, no answer to our signals.
RIKER: The old Bandi city's being hit hard, sir. Many casualties very
PICARD [OC]: Understand, Commander.
PICARD: Would you object to your Captain ordering a
clearly illegal kidnapping?
RIKER: No objection, sir.
PICARD: Groppler Zorn may have the answers we need.
Get him. Bring him here.
RIKER: Aye, sir.
PICARD: They're forcing a difficult decision on me,
TROI: But I doubt protecting the Bandi would violate the Prime
Directive. True, they are not actual allies, but
PICARD: We are in the midst of diplomatic discussions with them.
Lieutenant, lock phasers on that vessel.
TASHA: Phasers locked on, Captain.
(There's a flash, and the Judge Q stands there)
Q: Typical. So typical. Savage lifeforms never follow even their own
PICARD: Get off my bridge!
Q: Interesting, that order about phasers.
TASHA: Standing by on phasers, Captain.
Q: Please, don't let me interfere. Use your weapons.
PICARD: We've no idea who is on that vessel. My order was a routine
Q: Really? No idea of what it represents? The meaning of that vessel is
as plain, as plain as the noses on your ugly little primate faces. And
if you were truly civilised, Captain, wouldn't you be doing something
about the casualties happening down there?
PICARD: Captain to CMO.
PICARD [OC]: Are you reading any of this?
CRUSHER: Medical teams already preparing to beam down, Captain.
PICARD: Compliments on that, Doctor. Any questions?
Starfleet people are trained to render aid and assistance whenever
Q: But not trained in clear thinking.
PICARD: Let's consider your thoughts. You call us savages and yet you
knew those people down there would be killed. It is your conduct that
WORF: Sir, they're firing on the planet again.
PICARD: Go to manoeuvring jets. Position us between that vessel and the
planet. Force fields full on.
WORF: Aye, sir. Impulse power to (beep) We have no ship control, sir.
(Riker painfully hauls himself up from the ground.
He is covered in dust)
DATA: Are you undamaged?
RIKER: Yes. You?
DATA: All systems operating.
(They hear sobbing, and enter - )
(Zorn is hiding underneath his desk)
ZORN: Please! Make it stop! You can drive it away!
RIKER: Drive who away, Groppler?
ZORN: I don't know.
DATA: Unlikely, sir. Our records show that you supervised all Bandi
contact with other worlds.
ZORN: We done nothing anything wrong!
RIKER: Then if we can learn nothing from you, we'll leave.
ZORN: No! Oh no, please, don't leave. I'll try to explain.
(Then he gets beamed away, screaming)
RIKER: First officer to Enterprise. We've lost Zorn. Something like a
transporter beam seems to have snatched him away.
RIKER [OC]: Question, sir, could it be this Q?
Q: None of you knows who transported him. You're running out of time,
TROI: Captain, suddenly I'm sensing something else. Satisfaction.
PICARD: From the same source as before?
TROI: No, that was on the planet. This is much closer.
Q: Excellent, Counsellor. He's such a dullard, isn't he?
CREW [OC]: Captain from Transporter Room. First Officer and Mister Data
have beamed aboard.
Q: Excellent also. Perhaps with more of these little minds helping
PICARD: That is enough, damn it!
Q: Have you forgotten that we have an agreement,
PICARD: An agreement which you are at this moment breaking by taking
over our vessel, interfering with my decisions. Either leave or finish
Q: Temper, temper, mon Capitaine. I'm merely trying to assist a pitiful
species. But perhaps I will leave if Commander Riker provides me with
PICARD: Do nothing that he asks.
Q (JUDGE): But I ask so little, and it's so necessary if you're to
solve all this. Beam over there with your what do you call it? Your
PICARD: I'll risk none of my crew on that unknown.
Q: You should already know what you'll find there. Or perhaps it's too
adult a puzzle for you.
RIKER: With all respect, Captain, I want to beam over there.
Q: You show promise, my good fellow.
RIKER: Have you understood any part of what he's tried to tell you?
Humanity is no longer a savage race.
Q: But you must still prove that.
(And he vanishes)
PICARD: At least you impressed him, Number One. That's hopeful.
RIKER: Thank you, Captain. Captain, if he's not open to evidence in our
favour, where will you go from there?
PICARD: I'll attend to my duty.
RIKER: To the bitter end?
PICARD: I see nothing so bitter about that.
CRUSHER: Can I help you, Captain?
PICARD: I didn't want you thinking me harsh. Cold blooded.
CRUSHER: Why oh why would I ever think that.
PICARD: I didn't welcome you aboard personally, professionally. I made
you come to me on the Bridge. I yelled at your son. Who, as you pointed
out, was quite correct. He does seem to have a very good grasp of
CRUSHER: You've just won this mother's heart, Captain.
PICARD: Ah, but, now, your assignment here. I would consider and
approve you a transfer for you.
CRUSHER: Oh. You consider me unqualified?
PICARD: Hardly. Your service record shows you're just the Chief Medical
Officer I want.
CRUSHER: Then you must object to me personally.
PICARD: I'm trying to be considerate of your feelings, Doctor. For you
to work with a commanding officer who would continually remind you of a
terrible personal tragedy.
CRUSHER: If I had had any objections to serving with you, I wouldn't
have requested this assignment, Captain.
PICARD: You requested this posting?
CRUSHER: My feelings about my husband's death will have no effect on
the way I serve you, this vessel, or this mission.
PICARD: Ah. Then, welcome aboard, Doctor.
(They shake hands)
RIKER [OC]: Riker to Picard. We're ready to beam over, sir.
PICARD: I, er, I hope we can be friends?
CRUSHER: Thank you.
(The away team is Data, Tasha, Troi and Riker)
RIKER: Phasers on stun. Energise.
(It looks like the passages under the Bandi city)
DATA: Most interesting, sir.
TASHA: It's much the same construction we saw in the underground
DATA: But no sound of power. No equipment.
TASHA: How does this ship run?
RIKER: What is it, Troi? Is it the same as you felt down there?
TROI: No. This is much more powerful. Full of anger! Hate!
TASHA: Toward us?
TROI: No. It's directed down toward the old Bandi city.
DATA: Most intriguing again, sir. The place that this vessel was firing
upon was not the Farpoint starbase, but the home of those who
constructed. Sorry, sir. I seem to be commenting on everything.
RIKER: Good. Don't stop, my friend.
RIKER [OC]: Enterprise, Riker. This is turning out
to be a very long tunnel or corridor, sir.
RIKER: No ship's crew in sight. No sign of
mechanism or circuitry. No controls or read-outs. This is nothing like
any vessel I've seen before.
TROI: Groppler Zorn, sir. A great fear just ahead.
TROI [OC}: There's a different feeling here than in
the tunnel. Very different.
ZORN [OC]: No! Please! No more! Please, no more!
Please, please, make it stop! Please! Please! Please! Make it stop!
(They find Zorn suspended in a force field, in pain)
ZORN: No! Please! No more, please! No more! Please!
RIKER: Zorn. Can you hear me?
ZORN: The pain! No!
TROI: Has the alien communicated?
ZORN: Please! Please! Please, no more!
TROI: That's it, sir. It's just one alien that I'm sensing here.
ZORN: Please! I don't understand what you want!
TROI: Not true. He does know.
ZORN: No, please, no more. No more! No, no, no, don't!
(Riker and Data modulate their phasers to disrupt the force field, and
Zorn drops onto a big soft mattress. The alien ship is not pleased
PICARD: Transporter chief, yank them back now! Riker, acknowledge!
(Flash! Q is in a Starfleet uniform)
Q: Your time is up, Captain.
PICARD: Transporter Chief, do you have their coordinates? Transporter
Q: He can't hear you, Captain.
PICARD: Transporter Chief, come in! I've people in trouble over there,
(Q sits himself in the Captain's chair)
PICARD: Everyone at ease. That's an order. Q, my people are in trouble.
Let me help them, please. I'll do whatever you say.
(The away team and Zorn materialise on the Bridge)
Q: You'll do whatever I say?
PICARD: It seems I did make that bargain.
TROI: The agreement isn't valid, sir. It wasn't Q that saved us.
Q: Save yourself. It may attack you now.
RIKER: It was that which sent us back, Captain.
TROI: Yes sir. It is not merely a vessel, sir. Somehow it is alive.
Q: She lies. Destroy it while you have a chance. Make phasers and
photon torpedoes ready.
PICARD: No! Do nothing he demands.
ZORN: Captain, that thing was killing my people!
PICARD: Was there a reason?
Q: It is an unknown, Captain. Isn't that enough?
PICARD: If you'd earned that uniform you're wearing, you'd know that
the unknown is what brings us out here.
Q: Wasted effort, considering the human intelligence.
PICARD: Let's test that. Beginning with the tunnels you have under
RIKER: Identical to the ones on the space vessel lifeform over there.
Why was it punishing you, Groppler?
PICARD: In return for some pain you'd given other creature?
ZORN: We've done nothing wrong. It was injured. We helped it.
PICARD: Thank you. That was the missing part. Lieutenant Yar, rig main
phaser banks to deliver an energy beam.
TASHA: Aye, sir.
RIKER: You're right, Captain. It has to be conceivable that somewhere
in this galaxy there could exist creatures able to convert energy into
PICARD: And into specific patterns of matter, just as our transporters
TASHA: On the viewer, Captain!
(The alien vessel transforms into a giant space jellyfish)
PICARD: Groppler, you captured something like that, didn't you?
ZORN: Warn my people, please, to leave Farpoint Station immediately!
Q: He lies, Captain. Shouldn't you let his people die?
PICARD: Transmit the message, leave Farpoint Space Station immediately.
TROI: Then it was a pair of creatures I was sensing. One down there in
grief and pain, the other up here, filled with anger.
DATA: And firing not on the new space station, but on the Bandi and
PICARD: Attacking those who had captured, capture its mate.
TASHA: Energy beam ready, sir.
PICARD: Lock it in on Farpoint Station.
Q: I see now it was too simple a puzzle. Generosity has always been my
PICARD: Let it have whatever it can absorb. Energise.
(A stream of light bathes Farpoint)
TASHA: Now getting feedback on the beam, sir.
PICARD: Discontinue. Groppler Zorn, there'll soon be no Farpoint
Station, if I'm right about this.
Q: A lucky guess.
(Farpoint transforms into another space jellyfish)
ZORN: Please believe me, we meant no harm to the creature. It was
starving for energy.
PICARD: Which your world furnishes you in plenty.
ZORN: We did feed it.
PICARD: Only enough to keep it alive, so that you could force it to
shape itself into whatever form you needed!
(The second jellyfish takes off, and the two touch tendrils, lovingly,
TROI: Sir! Wonderful! A feeling of great joy. And gratitude. Great joy
and gratitude, from both of them.
PICARD: Why do you use other lifeforms for recreation?
Q: If so, you've not provided the best.
PICARD: Leave us! We've passed your little test.
Q: Temper, temper, mon Capitaine.
PICARD: Get off my ship.
Q: I do so only because it suits me to. But I will not promise never to
Captain's log, stardate 41174.2. The agreement for
the rebuilding Farpoint Station has been completed per my instructions.
PICARD: All stations?
DATA: Ready for departure, sir.
PICARD: Some problem, Riker?
RIKER: Just hoping this isn't the usual way our missions will go, sir.
PICARD: Oh no, Number One. I'm sure most will be much more interesting.
Let's see what's out there. Engage.