Captain's log, Stardate 41209.2. We are running at warp seven to
rendezvous with the science vessel SS Tsiolkovsky, which has been
routinely monitoring the collapse of a red super giant star into a
white dwarf. What has brought us here is a series of strange messages
indicating something has gone wrong aboard the research vessel.
(There is the sound of laughter coming over the
DATA: SS Tsiolkovsky, repeat your message.
WOMAN [OC]: Well hello, Enterprise. Welcome. I hope you have a lot of
pretty boys on board, because i'm willing and waiting. In fact, we're
going to have a real blow-out here.
MAN [OC]: Do it! Yeah, go ahead. Do it! (BANG)
DATA: Captain, what we just heard is impossible.
DATA: I believe that last sound we heard was an emergency hatch being
PICARD: Are you certain? Yes, of course you are.
RIKER: Data, Geordi, Tasha.
WORF: Sensor scan now reveals no life signs aboard, Captain.
(The Enterprise comes up to the ship in orbit)
(The group beam into an area with scattered
furniture and a Red Alert)
RIKER: Cover the ship as planned. Move out.
DATA: Indications of what humans would call a wild party?
(They find a monitor, with a static laden image)
RIKER: Their Bridge. If this thing works, be sure to record everything.
(The picture gets cleaned up)
RIKER: You were right. Somebody blew the hatch. They were all sucked
out into space.
DATA: Correction, sir, that's blown out.
RIKER: Thank you, Data.
DATA: A common mistake, sir,
TASHA [OC]: Commander Riker, Lieutenant Yar. Location Engineering. Ten
people here, sir, all frozen. No vital signs.
RIKER: Frozen? How?
TASHA [OC]: It looks like someone has been playing with the
environmental controls, sir. Just let all the heat bleed away into
[Tsiolkovsky Crew Quarters]
(Another group of frozen people just lounging
about. Some are in a state of undress)
LAFORGE: Sir, Lieutenant La Forge in the crew quarters. Something in
(He finds a door which is trying to close. He opens it and a corpse
falls out into his arms.
RIKER: Riker to Captain, I have a report for you,
PICARD [OC]: Picard here.
RIKER: They're all dead.
RIKER [OC]: Apparently some of them were apparently
blown out the emergency hatches.
PICARD: But there were eighty people on that ship, Number One.
RIKER [OC]: Yes sir.
RIKER: As I said, all dead.
Captain's log, supplemental. We are downloading the
research information gathered on the collapsing star nearby. I am
concerned at being in such close orbit, but the Tsiolkovsky's research
records will no doubt predict the time of the star's final collapse.
CRUSHER: I can't find anything unusual in any of
the tricorder readings they've sent over, Captain.
PICARD: Give me a theory, Doctor. Anything. Madness? Mass hysteria?
TROI: Any or all, Captain.
PICARD: All right. Let's bring the away team back. Set the transporter
to maximum decontamination, and then full examination and observation
when they're here.
CRUSHER: If you were any more perfect, Data, I'd
write you up in a Starfleet medical textbook.
DATA: I am already listed in several bio-mechanical texts, Doctor.
CRUSHER: Yes of course. You're next, Lieutenant.
(Geordi lays on the bed)
CRUSHER: Normal all across. Except, why are you perspiring, Lieutenant?
LAFORGE: I suppose because you have it too hot in here. What else would
RIKER: That doesn't sound like you, Geordi.
LAFORGE: Well, maybe it's not. Maybe she threw her voice. Hey, it was a
CRUSHER: Of course, but I would like to run one or two more tests on
CRUSHER: [OC]: Sickbay to Bridge,
PICARD: Picard here. Go ahead, Doctor.
CRUSHER: [OC]: I'm confining Lieutenant La Forge to Sickbay until
PICARD: Do we have a problem, Doctor?
CRUSHER: I don't know yet.
RIKER: Data, I need help in locating some library
DATA: Specifics, sir?
RIKER: All I have is a vague memory of reading somewhere about someone
taking a shower in his or her clothing.
DATA: Ah. The body Geordi discovered.
RIKER: I believe it may have happened before.
DATA: To someone, somewhere.
RIKER: This ought to be easy for someone written up in bio-mechanical
DATA: About that, sir. Did the Doctor believe I was boasting?
RIKER: Probably. This may take some time.
DATA: At least several hours. But what I said was a statement of fact.
Perhaps she will look it up.
RIKER: You can depend on it.
(While Beverly puts the results of her latest scan
into her computer, Geordi takes off his comm. badge and walks out into
the corridor. When she gets there, he is nowhere in sight)
CRUSHER: Security. Lieutenant La Forge just left
Sickbay while I was in my office.
CRUSHER [OC]: He doesn't have his communicator. It
is very important that we find him.
TASHA: Security team alert, pick up Lieutenant La Forge. He just left
Sickbay moments ago. Captain, anything further?
PICARD: Affirmative. Make it a ship-wide search, Lieutenant.
(Geordi is with Wesley, who is showing off his
latest device by floating a chair around the room)
WESLEY: It's a model of the same kind of tractor beam our ship uses
with a few ideas of my own added.
LAFORGE: So that's your science project, huh? Wes, you're really
WESLEY: And since the Captain won't let me on the Bridge, I use this to
imagine I'm there.
PICARD [OC]: Take the helm, Mister Crusher. Set a course for thirty
seven mark one hundred eighty. Warp six.
LAFORGE: It's the Captain's voice.
WESLEY: It's pieced together from words he's used on the intercom. With
this, I can pretend he's ordering me to take the Enterprise anywhere.
And listen to this,
PICARD [OC]: Chief Engineer, report to the Bridge. Commander Riker,
report to the Bridge. Doctor Crusher, report to the Bridge.
WESLEY: What do you think?
LAFORGE: I think the Captain's lucky you're on his side.
WESLEY: But he still won't let me on the Bridge. And there's nothing
there I don't understand.
LAFORGE: I wish I understood myself that well.
WESLEY: Are you okay?
LAFORGE: No, Suddenly I seem to be burning up inside. It's hot in here.
(Geordi is staring out at the stars)
TASHA: Geordi? Geordi? Lieutenant Yar in the Observation lounge. Send a
team here now. Medical's been worried about you.
LAFORGE: Help me. Help me to not to give in to the wild things coming
into my mind,
TASHA: Geordi, my job is security,
LAFORGE: Tasha, please.
TASHA: Alright. Alright, helping is more important. Geordi, how can I
LAFORGE: Help me to see. Like you do.
TASHA: But you already see better than I can.
LAFORGE: I see more. But more isn't better.
(He takes off his Visor)
TASHA: Geordi, please put
LAFORGE: I want to see in shallow, dim, beautiful human ways.
(He strokes her face)
TASHA: We'll talk about it, Geordi. Right now I'm going to take you to
Sickbay. All right?
TASHA: Okay. Good.
TASHA: And then we got him down to Sickbay so
Doctor Crusher could examine him.
PICARD: He wasn't violent?
TASHA: No, sir. He was very upset. He kept talking about wanting normal
PICARD: Thank you, Lieutenant.
(Tasha wipes her forehead and leaves. She's feeling warm)
CRUSHER: According to our medical readouts, there's still nothing wrong
with him. He looks like he's running a temperature but every instrument
we have says he's not.
PICARD: Doctor, every person on that ship over there died. Is there any
chance that whatever did it is loose on my ship?
CRUSHER: If you mean a disease, sir, I'd say there's no chance of it.
We used full decontamination, we examined every team member very
PICARD: The entire crew somehow managed to kill themselves, Doctor. If
it's not a disease, what else could have made them do that?
CRUSHER: The obvious alternatives would be in areas of insanity and
severe emotional upset. Troi, do you feel anything unusual in the
PICARD: Security just told me that he was longing for normal eyesight.
That's a sudden yearning for that.
TROI: Since his records show no previous mention of that, the fact that
it's happened now could be important. But all I sense from him is
confusion. If I didn't know better, I'd say he was intoxicated.
CRUSHER: Our tests would have shown that. Also any other signs of
drugs, hallucinogens or other contaminants.
(Data is going through library records with Riker
hanging over his shoulder)
DATA: Can you provide more information, sir? Seeking an instance of
someone showering in his or her clothing is
RIKER: I know. It's like looking for a needle in a haystack.
DATA: Why should anyone wish to expend his time in such a search?
RIKER: Correction, Data, I should have said proverbial needle in a
DATA: Ah, a human proverb! As in folklore, or an historical allusion,
or tribal memories
RIKER: Historical. That's it. I remember I was reading a history of all
the past starships named Enterprise.
DATA: Enterprise history. Aberrant behavior. Medical cross reference,
RIKER: Captain, I believe we've have the answer to what happened over
PICARD: (reading the screen) The Constitution class
Enterprise, Captain James T. Kirk
RIKER: Similar conditions. They were monitoring a planet that was
breaking up, not a collapsing star as in this case. But there were the
same huge shifts in gravity,
PICARD: Which somehow resulted in complex strings of water molecules
which acquired carbon from the body and acted on the brain like
alcohol. Data, download this information to Medical immediately.
DATA: Aye, sir. Downloading.
PICARD: Fascinating! The entire crew going out of control,
RIKER: Like intoxication, but worse. Judgment almost completely
PICARD: Until they found this formula, barely in time. Picard to Doctor
Crusher, come in.
CRUSHER: This is Crusher. Go ahead Captain.
PICARD [OC]: You can relax, Doctor.
PICARD: The answer to all of this is feeding into
your medical banks right now. Including a cure.
CRUSHER: Are you certain, Captain?
(Deanna enters to find her clothes strewn over her
furniture, and laughter from the bedroom)
TROI: Tasha? What are you doing?
TASHA: I need your advice. That's why I came to your quarters.
TROI: Of course. Anything I can do
TASHA: On clothes. You always wear such beautiful clothes off duty. And
your hair always looks so nice. I want to change my image. What do you
think about this? Or this one?
TROI: It's not for you. Tasha, I feel you're very uncertain. Yhat
you're fighting something. (their hands touch) What is it?
TASHA: Never mind. I'll find what I need myself. Ship's stores will
TROI: Tasha? Tasha, wait.
(Tasha leaves, giggling)
TROI [OC]: Troi to Captain Picard.
PICARD: Picard here.
TROI: Sir, I think Tasha's been infected too.
TROI [OC]: She just left my quarters,
PICARD: Counsellor, it's not actually an infection.
TROI: Yes, sir. It's more like an intoxication. Nut
whatever it is, she's got it.
PICARD: Thank you, Counsellor. Number One, it seems
our Security Chief has the equivalent of a snootful.
DATA: Inquiry, sir. Snootful?
PICARD: Forget it.
(Beverly is working in her office when Wesley calls
out to her)
WESLEY: Hey, Mom, look what I can do.
(She dashes into Sickbay to see him playing with his tractor beam
WESLEY: I've been able to widen and strengthen the beam, just like I
told you last night.
CRUSHER: Do me a favour, Wes. There's something happening on this ship.
Just to be safe, I'd like you to stay in our quarters until it's
WESLEY: Sure, Mom, sure. Your wish is my command.
CRUSHER: Now, Wes.
WESLEY: Okay, but you could be stunting my emotional growth, you
realise that. Why is it so hot in here, anyway?
PICARD [OC]: Picard to Crusher.
CRUSHER: Crusher here.
PICARD: Have you made a test injection yet? We're getting indications
that this condition is spreading.
CRUSHER: No test yet, Captain, but very soon.
(Tasha is sashaying down the corridor, eyeing up
men, as other crew canoodle. She grabs a guy in blue and gives him a
long hard kiss)
DATA: Captain, another forty-one minutes will see
the information from the Tsiolkovsky downloaded to us.
PICARD: Why so slow?
DATA: Slow, sir? The Tsiolkovsky has been eight months in accumulating
PICARD: How much danger from that star? Worse case.
DATA: Like a full collapse, sir? Any stellar material it threw this way
we could still outrun on half impulse power.
PICARD [OC]: Picard to Engineering. Chief Engineer
report to the Bridge.
(A woman marches out)
PICARD [OC]: Assistant Chief Engineer Shimoda, report to Medical.
(Wesley enters and offers his sweaty hand for a shake)
WESLEY: Hi, Jim. Was that the Captain sending you to Medical?
SHIMODA: Which would leave no one on duty here. The Chief was just
summoned to the Bridge.
WESLEY: What about me? I could call the Chief on the Bridge if anything
(Shimoda leaves, and Wesley looks smug)
MACDOUGAL: Reporting as ordered, sir.
MACDOUGAL: You ordered me to report to the Bridge, sir.
PICARD: I did no such thing. I want you down in the Engine room just in
case we need to move out of here.
PICARD [OC]: Attention all decks, all divisions. Effective immediately,
I have handed over control of this vessel to Acting Captain Wesley
PICARD: Acting Captain?
WESLEY [OC]: Thank you, Captain Picard, thank you. And with that order
dawns a brave new day for the Enterprise.
Captain's log, Stardate 41209.3. The strange
contaminant that led to the deaths of the Tsiolkovsky crew is now
aboard the Enterprise and our Engineering section has been commandeered
by young Wesley Crusher.
WESLEY: And henceforth, a dessert course shall
precede and follow every meal. Including breakfast.
CREWMAN: Hurray for the acting Captain!
(The entire Engineering crew are out of their skulls)
SHIMODA: Never got as far as Sickbay, Wes. I feel too good for that.
(He walks into a force field)
SHIMODA: Incredible. How did you do that?
WESLEY: Hooked my model tractor beam into ship's power. Now its a
repulser beam too. Want in?
SHIMODA: Swear to be faithful to you, Captain.
(Wesley lets him stagger into his area)
PICARD: Number One, MacDougal, get that boy out of
(Riker and MacDougal leave)
WORF: Sir, I'm getting very strange reports from all decks.
PICARD: Such as?
WORF: Such as the ship's Training Division ordering all officers to
attend a lecture on metaphysics.
DATA: Confirmed, sir. And there was a rather peculiar limerick being
delivered by someone in the Shuttlecraft bay. I am not sure I
understand it. There was a young lady from Venus whose body was shaped
PICARD: Captain to Security, come in!
DATA: Did I say something wrong?
WORF: I don't understand their humour either.
SECURITY [OC]: Yeah, Captain?
PICARD: Where is my security chief! Get me Lieutenant Yar.
SECURITY [OC]: Keep your britches on.
TASHA [OC]: (lilting) Captain Picard.
PICARD: Lieutenant, where are you?
TASHA [OC]: I'm in my quarters, and I'm pretty busy right at the
PICARD: All right, Lieutenant, you just stay right there. Data, please
go to Lieutenant Yar and take her down to Sickbay.
DATA: Yes, sir.
PICARD: Captain to Security, I want all your senior supervisors to
report to the Bridge immediately.
(We hear giggling as Data enters cautiously)
DATA: Lieutenant Yar?
TASHA: Here, Data. You wanted me?
(She has slicked down her hair, and is wearing a curious outfit that
leaves the ribcage and stomach bare)
DATA: Captain Picard ordered me to escort you to Sickbay, Lieutenant.
TASHA: Did he say when?
DATA: I am sure he meant now. So, you need time to get into uniform.
TASHA: But I got out of uniform for you, Data. Do you know how old I
was when I was abandoned?
DATA: Chronological age? No, I am afraid I am not familiar with
TASHA: Five. Five years old, but I survived. I learned how to stay
alive, how to avoid the rape gangs. I was fifteen before I escaped.
DATA: I am sorry. I did not know,
TASHA: And what I want now is gentleness. And joy. And love. From you,
Data. You are fully functional, aren't you?
DATA: Of course, but
TASHA: How fully?
DATA: In every way, of course. I am programmed in multiple techniques,
a broad variety of pleasuring,
TASHA: Oh, you jewel! That's exactly what I hoped.
(She leads him into the bedroom and sits him down on the bed)
PICARD [OC]: What have you learned, Number One?
RIKER: Captain, the ship's engines are cut off from the bridge. The
Assistant Chief Engineer pulled out the isolinear optical chips from
command. All engines are offline. Wesley has hooked some kind of
tractor beam to ship's power and he has it aimed at the door. We can't
get past to get at the computer.
PICARD: Can you short out the power?
MACDOUGAL: Yes, I can. But it's going to take some
PICARD: Do it!
RIKER: Deanna, what?
TROI: So many minds on this ship, all free. Released,
(She strokes his chest)
TROI: I can feel them all. What they want, what they feel. It's a side
of humans I've never felt before.
RIKER: Come on, I'm getting you to Sickbay.
(He picks her up and carries her)
TROI: Wouldn't you rather be alone with me? With me in your mind?
CRUSHER: (injecting Geordi) The medical records we
found say this works almost instantly.
LAFORGE: It's not fair, Doc. I've never seen a rainbow, sunset,
sunrise. This is going to help me? Help me see like you?
(Riker enters carrying Deanna)
RIKER: Doctor Crusher?
RIKER: Deanna needs your help.
CRUSHER: The formula from the old Enterprise didn't work.
CRUSHER: This water-carbon complex may induce the same symptoms, but
somehow it's different. Maybe it's mutated. But I've got to isolate
it in order to analyse it,
RIKER: We don't have that kind of time.
CRUSHER: You brought Deanna in.
RIKER: She's infected with
CRUSHER: Then you touched her! Oh, God. And you touched me. Wait! I've
got to quarantine you.
RIKER: If I don't get the command computer back online soon, none of
this, whatever this is, won't matter. We'll all be dead.
Captain's log, supplemental. It is no longer an
inconvenient, childish prank. Young Wesley Crusher, admittedly a victim
of the Tsiolkovsky infection, is now in control of my starship.
PICARD: Wes, this is Captain Picard. Do you see me?
WESLEY [on viewscreen]: Yes sir?
PICARD: You will now return control of this vessel to the Bridge where
it belongs. At once.
WESLEY [on viewscreen]: I'm sorry, sir. Why don't you just tell me what
you want done and I'll do it.
PICARD: Because ship captains control their own vessels, young man!
WESLEY [on viewscreen]: But, sir, you don't do it yourself. You give
the orders, but someone else does it. What's wrong with giving me the
orders to do it?
WORF: Captain, getting unusual readings now from the dwarf star.
PICARD: Stand by a moment on that. Wesley. Wes. Are you aware that
you're acting strangely, that a kind of infection was brought over from
the Tsiolkovsky which acts like intoxication?
WESLEY [on viewscreen]: Are you saying that's why I feel so so hot? So
PICARD: That's a very adult bit of reasoning, Wes,
WESLEY [on viewscreen]: So you mean I'm drunk! I feel strange, but also
PICARD: Because, because you've lost the capacity for self-judgment.
Now, alcohol does this, Wesley. But this contaminant we've brought back
from the Tsiolkovsky does it even more so.
WESLEY [on viewscreen]: What would you do if you got your ship back?
PICARD: Oh, it's very important I do, Wesley, because I must
immediately lock a tractor beam onto the Tsiolkovsky, then tow it out
WESLEY [on viewscreen]: Tractor beams are my specialty, Skipper! I'll
contact you when that's done. Wesley out!
PICARD: Wesley! Wesley!
(The man at Conn. gets up and staggers off)
PICARD: Conn, where are you headed?
WORF: Sir. The star. It's beginning to collapse.
PICARD: What the hell is happening in Engineering?
(Shimoda is using the chips as building blocks,
Wesley is muttering and Riker and MacDougal are trying to get past the
WESLEY: Lock on. Lock on Tsiolkovsky.
RIKER: Where's that sonic driver?
MACDOUGAL: It's over there. Okay, let's see if this cuts out his
tractor beam power. (No, it doesn't) Oh, come on.
(The symptoms are starting to set in)
CRUSHER: Oh no! I must find the answer. I've got to find the answer.
WORF: Captain, tractor beam. We just locked onto
PICARD: Captain to. Wesley. Wesley Crusher, come in!
(Data enters, smiling and weaving slightly)
PICARD: Ah, Data. At least you're functioning.
DATA: Fully, Captain.
PICARD: Data, intoxication is a human condition. Your mind is
different, it's not the same as
DATA: We are more alike than unlike, my dear Captain. I have pores.
Humans have pores. I have fingerprints. Humans have fingerprints. My
chemical nutrients are like your blood. If you prick me, do I not leak?
CRUSHER: Captain, can I see you in your Ready Room? It's a private
matter. No, actually it's an urgent one.
PICARD: But. Damn it.
(Data makes as if to lean on a chair, but there is nothing there and he
PICARD: Now, Doctor
CRUSHER: I believe I'm infected myself, Captain.
PICARD: Do you know what the infection is? Come on, quickly.
CRUSHER: Sorry. It is definitely like alcohol intoxication. The same
lack of good judgment, For example, right now I find you extremely,
extremely, Of course we haven't time for that sort of thing,
PICARD: What sort of thing?
CRUSHER: Oh God, would I love to show you.
PICARD: Doctor, there must be a cure. Some formula, similar to the old
CRUSHER: Damn it, damn it, Captain. My dear Captain.
(She tries to kiss him, but he dodges)
CRUSHER: You owe me something. You do realise that, don't you? I'm a
woman. I haven't the comfort of a husband. A man.
PICARD: Not now, Doctor. Please.
(Beverly goes to the turbolift, and Picard waves
WORF: Bridge to Riker, Urgent.
RIKER: Riker here.
WORF [OC]: Sir.
WORF: Sir, regret to inform you that the Captain
appears to be infected. And Data.
RIKER: Thank you, Lieutenant. I'm on my way. You'll
have to handle this.
MACDOUGAL: Are you saying you're going to handle that?
(The star suddenly shrinks and explodes)
WORF: What we're seeing, sir, is a huge chunk of the star's surface
blown away, heading for us.
PICARD: Take us
RIKER: Are you alright, sir?
PICARD: Worf, you know what to do. Take us er
RIKER: Take us out of here.
WORF: Controls are still offline, sir.
WORF: Same result, sir.
RIKER [OC]: Wes, come in please.
RIKER: Wesley Crusher, this is Riker. Come in.
RIKER [OC]: This is urgent. Come in, please.
(MacDougal gets the forcefield down)
RIKER [OC]: Engineering, urgent. We must have ship's power,
MACDOUGAL: Those are control chips! Bridge from Engineering.
RIKER: The star is still collapsing. We're directly
in the path of
MACDOUGAL: I can't help you, Bridge! Someone here
has yanked out all the control chips.
WESLEY: It was an adult who did it!
WORF: Sir, I estimate fourteen minutes until that
mass gets here.
MACDOUGAL [OC]: No way, sir. I cannot replace these chips in fourteen
minutes. Two hours, three
WESLEY: Data could assemble them back faster.
PICARD: What, what's that? What's that, Wesley?
WESLEY: Well, they're just simple isolinear chips,
sir, to Data anyway. He can shuffle them like cards.
(Riker hauls the drunken Data to his feet)
RIKER: Come on, Data, hurry.
Ship's log, First Officer Riker. Enterprise will be
destroyed unless it can be moved out of the
path of the star material hurtling toward us. Our only hope is for
Lieutenant Commander Data, in the time we have left, to regain
his senses and reconnect engine power to the Bridge.
DATA: Nice to see you, Wesley.
WESLEY: Hi, Mister Data.
RIKER: No time for courtesy. Get the damned control chips back in
place, in the correct order. Now!
WESLEY: It's like a game. How fast can you do it?
DATA: Ah, a game!
(So, with Red Alert screaming, Data sits down at the panel and starts
slotting chips in, very quickly)
WESLEY: I think I can switch this to main viewer, sir,
(Once he sees the reality of the situation, he steps back horrified)
RIKER: Data, we've got eight or nine minutes at most. Can you finish by
DATA: No, this will take slightly more time than we have, sir.
(Riker starts sweating)
RIKER: Damn it, no. I can't afford to get this.
(Picard enters with a little skip)
CRUSHER: Yes, Jean-Luc?
PICARD: You will address me as Captain.
CRUSHER: Captain? Well then, my dear Captain, you will address me as
Chief Medical Officer or Doctor.
PICARD: I will? That's true. I started off calling you Beverly, and of
course, naturally, you. I'm still not thinking straight.
CRUSHER: Likewise. Where the hell was I headed?
PICARD: If that's something you were going to test,
CRUSHER: Yes, on Geordi. Come here.
WESLEY: See how I reversed the fields on this,
Commander? I made it into a repulser beam.
DATA: If we just had one minute more, sir,
WESLEY: If this were a hundred times more powerful than it is. Why not
try it with the real thing? Why not reverse fields on this, Ma'am? If
we just need an extra minute,
MACDOUGAL: It would take weeks of laying out new circuits.
WESLEY: Why not just see it in your head? Come off the main lead, split
off at the force activator, then, then. If I could just think straight
CRUSHER: I made this a broader based remedy. I
hope. But it's still close to the formula from the old Enterprise
PICARD: Decades ago, light years away,
CRUSHER: But almost exactly the same conditions as here.
LAFORGE: Wow! What was in that, Doctor? My head's beginning to clear,
CRUSHER: Come here. (injects Picard, then herself) Here, take this to
Engineering. I'll make up more hypos for the others.
PICARD: Okay, Bev.
(Picard arrives and starts injecting people)
RIKER: We're not going to make it, Captain. If we had just a minute or
WESLEY: Then reversing power leads, back through the force activator.
Repulser beam hard against Tsiolkovsky. Don't you see? It's giving us a
push off. The extra time we need.
RIKER: We're pushing away.
(The stellar matter hits the Tsiolkovsky, then Data finishes his task)
RIKER: Bridge, engage engines!
(Enterprise warps away in the nick of time)
(Crusher's injections wipe the smiles off the
remaining Bridge crew)
LAFORGE: Captain , something seemed to move us aside at the last
WORF: Do we owe our thanks to Commander Data, sir?
PICARD [OC]: Yes, and Wesley may have given us a few seconds, too.
WORF: Did he say Wesley? The boy?
CRUSHER: He said Wesley.
RIKER: It's only fair to mention Wesley in a log
PICARD: Fair's fair. And let's credit his science teacher, too.
(Picard gives Wesley his sobering up injection, and leaves)
(Picard, Riker and Data enter)
LAFORGE: Congratulations, sir.
PICARD: To many people.
(Troi and Tasha enter. Tasha goes over to Data at a rear station)
TASHA: Data. I'm only going to tell you this just once. It never
PICARD: I put it to you all. I think we shall end up with a fine crew,
if we avoid temptation. So, Number One, let's go to our next job.
RIKER: Aye, sir. Helm, prepare for warp three. Heading two hundred and
ninety four mark thirty seven.
LAFORGE: Warp three, heading two hundred and ninety four mark thirty