[English camp at Agincourt]
(The Life of Henry V, by William Shakespeare,
Act IV Scene 1, but with Alexander Court missing, along with some
WILLIAMS: (Patrick Stewart with his Yorkshire accent) Brother John
Bates, is not that the morning which breaks yonder?
BATES: I think it be, but we have no great cause to desire the approach
WILLIAMS: Who's there?
DATA: (as Henry) A friend.
WILLIAMS: Under what captain serve you?
DATA: Under Sir Thomas Erpingham.
WILLIAMS: I pray you, what thinks he of our estate?
DATA: Even as men wrecked upon a sand, that look to be washed off the
BATES: He hath not told his thought to the king?
DATA: No, nor it is not meet he should. For though I speak it to you, I
think the king is but a man, as I am. The violet smells to him as it
doth to me, in his nakedness he appears but a man. Therefore, his
fears, out of doubt, be of the same relish as ours are. Yet no man
should possess him with any appearance of fear, lest he, by showing it,
should dishearten his army.
BATES: He may show what outward courage he will, but I believe, as cold
a night as 'tis, he could wish himself in Thames up to the neck.
DATA: Methinks I could not die anyplace so contented as in the King's
company, his cause being just and his quarrel honourable.
WILLIAMS: That's more than we know.
BATES: Or more than we should seek after. If his cause be wrong, our
obedience to the King wipes the crime of it out of us.
WILLIAMS: But if the cause be not good, the King himself hath a heavy
reckoning to make when all those legs and arms and heads chopped off in
a battle shall join together at the latter day and cry all, we died at
such a place.
DATA: The King is not bound to answer the particular endings of his
soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of his servant.
PICARD: Splendid, Data. Splendid. You're getting better and better.
DATA: Freeze programme. Thank you, sir. I plan to study the
performances of Olivier, Branagh, Shapiro, Kullnark
PICARD: Data, you're here to learn about the human condition and there
is no better way of doing that than by embracing Shakespeare. But you
must discover it through your own performance, not by imitating others.
RIKER [OC]: Riker to Picard. Sorry to interrupt, sir.
PICARD: Go ahead, Number One.
RIKER [OC]: Sensors are picking up an
RIKER: Unidentified craft in the Neutral Zone.
[English camp at Agincourt]
RIKER [OC]: It's heading toward Federation space.
PICARD: On our way. Picard out. We'll get to the rest of the act
another time, Data. Computer, file
programme and clear.
DATA: Captain, why should a king wish to pass as a commoner? If he is
the leader, should he not be leading?
PICARD: Listen to what Shakespeare is telling you
about the man, Data. A king who had a true feeling for his soldiers
would wish to share their fears with them on the eve of battle.
DATA: Sir, will I be able to schedule a performance for the crew in the
PICARD: Let's not rush it, shall we?
RIKER: Outpost Sierra Six confirms our readings,
sir. They identify it as a Romulan scout ship. Bearing two seven zero
mark one four.
PICARD: A scout ship? What would a scout ship be doing this far into
the Neutral Zone?
WORF: Captain. Shall we transmit a warning to withdraw, sir?
PICARD: Open a hailing frequency.
WORF: Aye, sir. Captain, the Romulan is hailing us.
WORF: Not within range yet.
PICARD: Open a channel.
SETAL [OC]: Federation ship, do you read? I require urgent assistance.
PICARD: This is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the USS
SETAL [OC]: Federation ship. Please, help me. Requesting asylum. Under
WORF: Visual range. On screen, Captain.
(A big mean warbird decloaks behind the little green ship, and opens
PICARD: Red Alert. Open a channel to the warship.
RIKER: Come to intercept course. Keep us out of the Neutral Zone.
WORF: Channel is open.
RIKER: how long before they cross over into Federation territory?
DATA: Forty-one seconds, sir.
PICARD: Romulan warbird, this is Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the
Federation vessel Enterprise. You have crossed into the Neutral Zone
and are engaged in hostile action. Explain yourself and your intent.
WORF: No reply, sir.
PICARD: Hail the scout.
PICARD: On screen.
SETAL [on viewscreen]: Federation craft. Please, you must help me!
PICARD: We are moving to intercept. Maintain your course and power.
(The picture breaks up. The little ship has been hit)
DATA: Scout ship is severely damaged, Captain. Engines inoperative,
shields are down.
DATA: Coordinates one four zero by two zero five, sir.
RIKER: Federation space.
PICARD: Right. Move to within five kilometres. Mister La Forge, prepare
PICARD [OC]: Our shields around the Romulan scout
LAFORGE: At that range, the shields won't be able to take much
DATA: Five kilometres, sir.
RIKER: All stop.
PICARD: Extend shields.
LAFORGE [OC]: Shields in place.
LAFORGE: We've got the scout ship, Captain.
WORF: Weapons on the warbird are fully powered,
PICARD: Lock phasers. Open a channel.
PICARD: Romulan vessel, you are now in Federation territory. Unless you
(The warbird does a 180 and cloaks)
RIKER: No argument?
WORF: Warbird has re-entered the Neutral Zone. Heading for Romulan
DATA: Massive power failure to the scout ship, sir. All systems are
going offline, including life support.
PICARD: Transporter two, prepare to beam the occupant of the scout ship
CREWMAN [OC]: Aye, sir.
RIKER: Mister Worf.
PICARD: Mister Data, lock onto the scout ship. Take it in tow.
SETAL: I must see your captain immediately.
RIKER: We'll take you to Sickbay, after that
SETAL: This cannot wait. I have information vital to your survival.
Captain's log, Stardate 43462.5. We have beamed
aboard an apparent Romulan defector, who claims to be a low ranking
logistics officer with extraordinary information about a secret
SETAL: The humiliating defeat at the Battle of
Cheron has not been forgotten. The new leaders have vowed to discard
the treaty and claim the Neutral Zone. Nelvana Three is just the first
RIKER: You're saying an entire base has already been established there?
SETAL: In forty-eight hours, the reactor core will be online.
RIKER: So the Federation sensors that monitor the Neutral Zone just
SETAL: It would seem so. In two days, a fleet of Romulan warbirds will
be within striking distance of fifteen Federation sectors.
WORF: The Federation will not permit that.
SETAL: Then it is war that we're talking about, isn't it? Destroy the
base now and the threat is over.
PICARD: Well, I'm sure you are fatigued by your ordeal and you require
medical attention. Lieutenant Worf, will you accompany Sublieutenant
Setal to the Sickbay. We will attend to your quarters.
SETAL: No doubt you will wish to question me further.
PICARD: No doubt.
(Worf, Setal and guard leave)
RIKER: He tells a hell of a story.
PICARD: You don't believe it?
RIKER: The Empire knows that we'd never allow them to maintain a base
within the Neutral Zone.
DATA: Commander, that would not be an atypical Romulan ploy. In their
long history of war, the Romulans have rarely attacked first. They
prefer to test their enemy's resolve.
RIKER: I think he's a plant to draw us into the Neutral Zone. Then
we'll look like the aggressors.
PICARD: And the Romulans would have a legitimate excuse for responding
DATA: That would also not be an atypical Romulan ploy, sir.
PICARD: It's always a chess game with them, isn't it?
LAFORGE: Well, at least he's given us the chance to get a look at some
Romulan technology close up.
PICARD: Mister La Forge, you will lead the away team over to the scout.
Commander, you and Counsellor Troi will conduct Setal's interrogation.
DATA: Captain, permission to observe the interrogation?
PICARD: No, Mister Data. I need you on the Bridge with me. There is
much to be done. We have less than forty eight hours to prevent a war.
Or perhaps to start one. This will depend on establishing the truth of
(And the scout ship goes Ka-boom!)
(Beverly is treating Setal's wounds)
SETAL: I set the auto-destruct sequencer before I left the ship.
SETAL: Wouldn't you? To prevent your ship from being captured?
RIKER: Excuse me for being a little confused, Setal, but I thought you
SETAL: I am not a traitor. All you can see is the opportunity to
exploit me. The Federation credo, exploitation. You couldn't get aboard
my ship fast enough. Strip it down. What secrets might it reveal that
we can use? You're a short sighted people. Can't you understand? I came
to stop a war.
CRUSHER: If you could just hold still? With your metabolism, this will
heal in a few moments.
SETAL: Thank you, Doctor. How fortunate you know something of Romulan
CRUSHER: Yes. I had a chance to gain some experience recently.
SETAL: Ah, yes. The incident at Galorndon Core. The two officers.
WORF: You are aware of a great deal for a logistics clerk.
SETAL: It was common knowledge. I can show you my rating code.
WORF: Forged credentials are a simple matter for a spy.
SETAL: How do you allow Klingon pahtk to walk around in a Starfleet
WORF: You are lucky this is not a Klingon ship. We know how to deal
SETAL: Remove this tohzah from my sight.
RIKER: Your knowledge of Klingon curses is impressive. But as a Romulan
might say, only a veruul would use such language in public. Mister
Worf, please see to the security arrangements for our guest's stay.
WORF: Aye, sir.
RIKER: You find something amusing?
SETAL: Lieutenant Worf. I like him. To be more accurate, I understand
him. A warrior, proud, fearless, living only for combat. Exactly the
type that will get us all killed, if we're not careful.
RIKER: This is the food station. You can reach me
through the comm. panel. Later, we'd like to ask you a few more
SETAL: Computer, water.
SETAL: Twelve onkians.
COMPUTER: This system is calibrated to the Celsius metric system.
SETAL: Any temperature at all on the cold side of whatever your system
(He takes a sip, has a quick look around, then sits on the bed and
takes an orange disc from his boot)
DATA: There is no unusual activity in the Nelvana
PICARD: Let's isolate and magnify that system.
DATA: Nothing on the sensors.
PICARD: It is hard to believe in what one cannot see. And yet
conceivably, with their cloaking technology, a fleet of Romulan
warships could be passing before our eyes. There must be some way to
neutralise this advantage.
COMPUTER: Captain Picard, priority one message from Starfleet coming in
on secured channel.
PICARD: In my Ready room. Computer, delay time?
COMPUTER: Two hours, twenty two minute delay from time of transmission
COMPUTER: At Starfleet Command on Lya Three.
PICARD: Computer, key access four one two mark eight zero. Picard,
Jean-Luc. Starfleet priority code Gamma. Decode. Begin message.
HADEN [on monitor]: Captain, we have received an official protest from
the Romulan Empire demanding the return of your defector. Obviously, we
are refusing to comply. I join in your scepticism, but if it is a
deception, the Romulans are certainly making a good show of it. The
Federation Council has convened in emergency session. There is no doubt
in my mind that this will eventually fall on your shoulders, Jean-Luc.
You've got him. You must decide if he's telling the truth. For now, I
suggest you proceed along the Neutral Zone border toward a Federation
position proximate to Nelvana Three.
PICARD: Picard to Lieutenant Worf.
WORF [OC]: Yes, Captain.
PICARD: Please come to my Ready room.
WORF [OC]: Aye, sir. On my way.
LAFORGE: Slow playback. Display engine logs and
power data of both vessels. Now watch what happens at zero nine five
four three three on the clock. The scout has sustained engine damage,
forcing him to slow to point six one five impulse power. The warship
should overtake him, but it doesn't. Now, just two point six seconds
later, the warbird slows to precisely the same speed. Three times,
three speed fluctuations. The warship kept its distance every time. I
don't think they wanted to catch up.
CRUSHER: And yet they fired at the scout ship. They could have killed
DATA: Not necessarily, Doctor. The Romulans have the same capability to
direct the impact of their weapons as we do.
PICARD: Is there a possibility the wound could be self-inflicted?
CRUSHER: They're very bad burns. I hardly think
PICARD: A possibility.
Captain's log, Stardate 43463.7. We're holding a
position at the Neutral Zone border proximate to Nelvana Three. If our
guest is telling the truth, there are twenty one hours left before the
Romulan base becomes functional.
HADEN [on monitor]: The Monitor and the Hood are
headed in your direction, though they will arrive too late to be of
assistance. Warnings have gone out to all outposts along the border as
well as several independent vessels in nearby sectors.
No one here wants a war, Captain. But we are prepared to take them on
if that's what they want. All Federation starships have been placed on
DATA: You wanted to see me, Captain?
PICARD: Yes, Data. I want you to prepare a class one probe. Set the
sensors for maximum scan. I want every metre of Nelvana Three
DATA: I will start my calibrations, sir.
DATA: Is there something else you require of me, Captain?
PICARD: Your clarity of thought. Your objectivity, as always. Sit down.
Data, it's very possible we are about to go to war. The repercussions
of what we do during the next twenty four hours may be felt for years
to come. I want you to keep a record of these events, so that history
will have the benefit of a dispassionate view.
DATA: I will begin immediately, sir. Is that all?
PICARD: How is the crew's spirit?
DATA: They are concerned, of course, Captain, but confident. Do you not
see that, sir?
PICARD: Data, unlike King Henry, it is not easy for me to disguise
myself and walk among my troops. That'll be all.
PICARD: Now, if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter
for the king that led them to it.
SETAL: Why must we waste time playing this
TROI: There's more here than you're telling us. You're forcing yourself
to hold back.
SETAL: I have told you everything relevant about Nelvana Three.
TROI: I'm not talking about the base.
SETAL: The base is all that matters.
RIKER: You're lying, Setal.
SETAL: Go to Nelvana Three, and you will see.
RIKER: We're not going anywhere until we get to the truth You're a spy,
RIKER: Then prove it. You can begin by telling me something about the
location and strength of the Romulan fleet.
SETAL: I don't know it.
RIKER: You're a logistics officer.
SETAL: For one sector only.
RIKER: Who's your superior officer?
SETAL: Admiral Jarok.
RIKER: The location of the Romulan bases along the Neutral Zone?
SETAL: I don't know.
RIKER: In your sector?
RIKER: The number of troops under your admiral's command?
SETAL: Irrelevant. Irrelevant.
RIKER: I guess you're right. It's not worth playing this game.
SETAL: What a fool I've been. To come looking for courage in a lair of
COMPUTER: Captain Picard, priority message from
security officer, Klingon vessel Bortas.
PICARD: Lieutenant Worf, will you handle this at security station, deck
WORF: Aye, sir.
DATA: Sensors are configured for planetary probe, sir. Ready for
DATA: Probe on course. Sensors are functioning.
PICARD: Coordinate your analysis with Mister La Forge. I want this
report with dispatch.
LAFORGE: I don't know, Data. My gut tells me we
ought to be listening to what this guy's trying to tell us.
DATA: Your gut?
LAFORGE: It's just a feeling, you know? An instinct. Intuition.
DATA: But those qualities would interfere with rational judgment, would
LAFORGE: You're right. Sometimes they do.
DATA: Then why not rely strictly on the facts?
LAFORGE: Because you just can't rely on the plain and simple facts.
Sometimes they lie.
DATA: They can lead to wrong conclusions, but they cannot lie.
LAFORGE: What do you think? Is he a defector or not?
DATA: The facts to date would lead to an objective conclusion that he
LAFORGE: Somehow I think we're going to catch the Romulans with their
pants down on Nelvana Three, just like he says.
DATA: With their pants?
LAFORGE: A metaphor. Catching them in the act.
DATA: Because your gut tells you so?
LAFORGE: Exactly. But you can't always go with your gut either. It's a
combination, Data. Right, I'll put it to you this way. All these
feelings that get in the way of human judgment, that confuse the hell
out of us, that make us second guess ourselves, well we need them. We
need them to help us fill in the missing pieces because we almost never
have all the facts.
DATA: So a person fills in missing pieces of the puzzle with his own
personality, resulting in a conclusion based as much on instinct and
intuition as on fact.
LAFORGE: Now you're getting it.
DATA: But what does one do if he has no instinct and intuition?
LAFORGE: Data. Look at this. The facts just took a left turn.
DATA: As the probe went into orbit around Nelvana
Three, it began picking up low level subspace radio emissions.
PICARD: Could they be naturally occurring?
DATA: No, sir. The patterns are clearly artificial.
LAFORGE: The signal was so faint our ship sensors couldn't read it from
PICARD: Can we decode it?
LAFORGE: We've tried. It's probably Romulan but we can't be sure. We've
also picked up ionisation disturbances.
DATA: Cloaked Romulan ships could produce that effect.
PICARD: What about the planet surface?
LAFORGE: Reading nothing but barren rock. I don't know. They might be
able to hide a base from our probe. Its capabilities are limited. The
only way we'll know for sure is if we go and take a look for ourselves.
PICARD: That'll be all, gentlemen.
(Data is at a table, staring at Setal sitting by
SETAL: I take it you have never seen a Romulan before.
DATA: That would be an incorrect assumption.
SETAL: Then why do you invade my privacy?
DATA: I was attempting to ascertain what my guts tell me about you.
SETAL: You're the android. I know a host of Romulan cyberneticists that
would love to be this close to you.
DATA: I do not find that concept particularly appealing.
SETAL: Nor should you.
DATA: I am told by various crewmembers that this viewport is their
favourite on the ship.
SETAL: I thought it would bring me some comfort. But these are not my
stars. Even the heavens are denied to me here. Synthetic swill. I don't
suppose your food terminals would be capable of producing a Romulan
DATA: I am afraid they would require the molecular structure of the
beverage in question. And, as you are no doubt aware, our knowledge of
your planet is quite limited.
SETAL: The loss is yours. For I have visited over a hundred different
worlds, and none possessed the awesome beauty of Romulus.
DATA: Am I correct in assuming you regret your decision to come here?
SETAL: What I did had to be done. But to never again see the firefalls
of Gath Gal'thong, and the spires of my home as they rise above the
Apnex Sea at dawn. It's a bitter thing to be exiled from your home.
DATA: It does appear unlikely you will ever be allowed to return to
SETAL: The cold reaction of an android.
DATA: But perhaps we can bring Romulus to you.
COMPUTER: Programme complete.
DATA: Run programme.
(the holodeck doors open)
DATA: After you.
(It is a landscape of bizarre rock formations under
a massive moon, and its smaller companion)
SETAL: The valley of Chula. I know it well.
DATA: You are free to stay here as long as you wish.
SETAL: I no longer live here. Turn it off.
DATA: Cancel programme.
SETAL: This. This is my home now. My future. I have sacrificed
everything. It must not be in vain. Arrange a meeting between myself
and Captain Picard. Tell him Admiral Jarok wants to see him.
HADEN [on monitor]: Captain, we have confirmed that
you are holding Admiral Alidar Jarok. He has been identified as the
commander at the massacre at the Norkan outposts. The Council strongly
advises that you to consider Jarok an unreliable source of information.
PICARD: Bring him in.
(Setal, now Jarok, enters with a guard)
PICARD: Ensign, will you wait outside? Have a seat, Admiral Jarok.
JAROK: Captain, there is no more time.
PICARD: Admiral, have a seat. You see, I'm just not convinced that you
are telling the truth.
JAROK: What must I do?
PICARD: You must convince me. If I had irrefutable evidence? But you
did not bring irrefutable evidence. You brought no evidence at all.
Now, here, you are not the man you claimed to be. Admiral, your
credibility is stretched beyond belief. A Romulan defector is almost a
contradiction in terms. But Admiral Jarok crossing the lines?
JAROK: I explained my motives to your interrogators.
PICARD: Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. Peace in our galaxy. Except, Admiral,
you are not a man of peace. Your military record, what we know of it,
JAROK: which is precisely why I chose an alternate identity here.
PICARD: The massacres in the Norkan outposts, for example.
JAROK: What you call massacres were called the Norkan Campaign on my
world, Captain. One world's butcher is another world's hero. Perhaps I
am neither one.
PICARD: On what basis, Admiral, am I to decide? Your good word? Are you
willing to help us overpower the Romulan B-type warbirds we may
encounter? Are you prepared to help us detect them through their
cloaking shields? You see my problem, Admiral. You ask us for faith in
circumstances which are hardly possible to believe, compounded by lies
and your refusal to tell us all you know.
JAROK: I cannot betray my people.
PICARD: You've already betrayed your people, Admiral. You've made your
choices, sir. You're a traitor. Now, if the bitter taste of that is
unpalatable to you, I am truly sorry. But I will not risk the lives of
my crew because you think you can dance on the edge of the Neutral
Zone. You've crossed over, Admiral. You make yourself comfortable with
JAROK: Do you have any children, Captain Picard? A family?
JAROK: Then you have sacrificed too much for your career.
PICARD: Yes, this is all very interesting.
JAROK: There comes a time in a man's life that you cannot know. When he
looks down at the first smile of his baby girl and realises he must
change the world for her. For all children. It is for her that I am
here. Not to destroy the Romulan Empire, but to save it. For months, I
tried desperately to persuade the High Command that another war would
destroy the Empire. They got tired of my arguments. Finally I was
censured, sent off to command some distant sector. This was my only
recourse. I will never see my child smile again. She will grow up
believing that her father is a traitor. But she will grow up. If you
act, Picard. If we stop the war before it begins
PICARD: I can't. And I won't. Unless I have unequivocal cooperation.
PICARD: Admiral Jarok has provided me with the
locations, strengths and tactical plans of the Romulan fleet.
Mister La Forge, he is prepared to give you data regarding engines,
weapons and the cloaking systems of the warbird class
starship. But I believe his experience as a field commander will be
more valuable for its strategic sense than in the technical areas.
LAFORGE: Any edge'll help, Captain.
PICARD: Don't depend on it. For all we know, he may still be lying, but
we shall find that out soon enough. Number One, set course for Nelvana
Second officer's log, stardate 43465.2. We have
entered the Neutral Zone in direct violation of the Treaty of Algeron.
Presuming Romulan warships are cloaked and monitoring us, we expect
heavy resistance as we approach Nelvana Three.
WORF: Nothing on sensors.
RIKER: I don't like it I would've expected a greeting party.
PICARD: You echo another noteworthy commander in a similar
circumstances, Number One. A countryman of yours, George Armstrong
Custer when his Seventh Cavalry arrived at the Little Big Horn.
RIKER: May we have better luck.
DATA: Approaching Nelvana system.
PICARD: Engage impulse engines.
RIKER: Nelvana Three on screen. Still no sign of them on sensors. In a
way, I'd rather be fighting my way this, It's just too damned easy.
PICARD: Prepare to enter standard orbit. Data?
DATA: Scanning the planet, sir. No life forms, no power sources, no
RIKER: No indication of a base at all?
DATA: No, sir.
PICARD: The subspace signal the probe detected? The ionisation
DATA: I am picking them up, sir, but I cannot identify the source. They
seem to be moving in an orbital path with an eight hundred kilometre
PICARD: Lieutenant Worf, bring the Admiral up here.
WORF: Aye, sir.
RIKER: Maybe they abandoned the planet after he defected.
DATA: There is no scarring on the planet surface that would denote
heavy construction of any kind.
RIKER: A cloaking device of some sort, to hide the entire base?
DATA: A cloaking device operating on the surface would be given away by
visible distortion effects.
(Jarok and his escort enter)
PICARD: Perhaps you'd care to explain why we're here, Admiral.
RIKER: There doesn't appear to be a base.
JAROK: I don't understand.
PICARD: Nelvana Three, Admiral. No base, no weapons, no sign of any
life at all.
JAROK: But I saw the tactical communiqués. The records. Timetables for
completion. An entire legion was assigned to the section.
PICARD: Is it possible they could have been feeding you disinformation?
You said that you had been censured. Reassigned, four months ago. They
knew of your dissatisfaction. Could all this have been to test your
JAROK: No. No. It's impossible.
PICARD: They let you escape with an arsenal of worthless secrets. What
other explanation is there?
RIKER: Permission to withdraw from the Neutral Zone?
PICARD: At your earliest convenience, Number One.
RIKER: Helm, bring her round one hundred and eighty degrees. Geordi,
get us out of here.
LAFORGE [OC]: I hear you, Commander.
WORF: Two Romulan warships uncloaking. Coordinates
(He's interrupted by impacts to the shields)
WORF: Shields holding.
LAFORGE [OC]: Minor damage in the secondary hull.
LAFORGE: Power transfer fields may be pinched off.
LAFORGE [OC]: I'm working on it.
PICARD: Not yet, Mister Worf. This is just a tap on the shoulder, or we
wouldn't be here talking about it.
WORF: The Romulans are hailing us.
PICARD: On screen.
TOMALAK [on viewscreen]: Captain Picard, I hardly expected to see you
again so soon. It seems this time you are the one who has made an
aggressive move across the Neutral Zone.
PICARD: Commander Tomalak, as I'm sure you already know, we were
responding to a warnings of Romulan incursions at Nelvana Three.
TOMALAK [on viewscreen]: But, Captain, as you can see, there is no
PICARD: And the matter of the unidentified subspace radio emissions,
and the ionisation
TOMALAK [on viewscreen]: Ah, you must mean our orbiting probe. We are
studying Nelvana Three for archaeological research.
PICARD: With a cloaked satellite?
TOMALAK [on viewscreen]: Really, Captain, would you have us believe
this satellite is an excuse for your aggressive charge across the
PICARD: You can believe what you wish. We will be on our way.
TOMALAK [on viewscreen]: Without even an apology, Captain?
PICARD: If an apology will do, then I offer it.
TOMALAK [on viewscreen]: I'm afraid it won't, so I will save you the
PICARD: Get to it, Tomalak.
TOMALAK [on viewscreen]: You see, Picard, after we dissect your
Enterprise for every precious bit of information, I intend to display
its broken hull in the centre of the Romulan capitol as a symbol of our
victory. It will inspire our armies for generations
to come, and serve as a warning to any other traitor who would create
ripples of disloyalty.
JAROK: All the communiqués, all the timetables, all the records. They
were all fiction, written for my benefit. A test. A test of my loyalty.
And you used me to lure the Enterprise into the Neutral Zone.
TOMALAK [on viewscreen]: First, Captain, you will return the traitor
Jarok, then you will surrender as prisoners of war.
PICARD: Do you seriously expect me to accept those terms?
TOMALAK [on viewscreen]: No, Captain Picard, I expect you won't. You
have thirty seconds to decide.
PICARD: I do not require one, Tomalak.
TOMALAK [on viewscreen]: I urge you, Captain Picard, surrender.
Consider the men and women you would lead into a lost cause.
PICARD: If the cause is just and honourable, they are prepared to give
their lives. Are you prepared to die today, Tomalak?
TOMALAK [on viewscreen]: I expected more from you than an idle threat,
PICARD: Then you shall have it. Mister Worf.
WORF: Aye, sir.
(Three mean Klingon vessels uncloak around the Enterprise and Romulans)
WORF: Klingon warships armed and ready, sir.
PICARD: What shall it be, Tomalak?
TOMALAK [on viewscreen]: You will still not survive our assault.
PICARD: You will not survive ours. Shall we die together?
TOMALAK [on viewscreen]: I look forward to our next meeting, Captain.
WORF: Romulan disruptors powering down, sir.
(The warbirds cloak and leave)
PICARD: Cancel red alert. Mister Worf, will you extend the appreciation
of the Federation and my personal gratitude to the Klingons.
WORF: Aye, sir.
PICARD: Take us back, Number One.
JAROK: I did it for nothing. My home, my family. For nothing.
CRUSHER: He ingested a Felodesine chip. He must
have brought it with him. I'm sorry, Captain. There was no antidote.
RIKER: A letter to his wife and daughter.
DATA: Sir, he must have known it would be impossible for us to deliver
PICARD: Today, perhaps. But if there are others with the courage of
Admiral Jarok, we may hope to see a day of peace when we can take his