time on Star Trek, the Next Generation.
LAFORGE: They found Data's head a mile beneath San Francisco. Been down
there about five centuries.
DATA: At some future date I will be transported back to nineteenth
century Earth, where I will die. It has occurred. It will occur.
GUINAN: Do I know you, Mister?
DATA: Data. Yes. We were on a ship together. The Enterprise.
GUINAN: Is that a clipper ship?
DATA: It is a starship.
RIKER: My God. They're delivering more of them for the others to
GUINAN: Did my father send you here? Because if he did, you must go
back and tell him I'm not done listening to
DATA: I was not sent by your father. Our ship encountered a species who
appears to be threatening nineteenth century Earth.
RIKER: I'm not willing to accept that he's dead and just leave it at
PICARD: We cannot make Mister Data our priority.
RIKER: What is more important than Data?
GUINAN: Do you remember the first time we met?
PICARD: Of course.
GUINAN: Don't be so sure. If you don't go on this mission, we'll never
And now, the conclusion.
CLEMENS: I have long been interested in the notion
of time travellers. In fact, I wrote a book about it. It chronicles the
tale of a man of our era who fouled the sixth century by introducing
newfangled gadgets and weapons all in the name of progress. This idea
of time travel is not so far fetched as it might seem. In fact, I have
learned that, even now, there are people from the future right here in
San Francisco and I have no doubt that their intent is to foul our
world just as my Yankee did in King Arthur's time. Well, sir, let me
serve notice. As soon as I have the necessary evidence, I intend to
expose them and make it absolutely clear that they are not welcome
REPORTER: Yes, sir. And will this be a sequel to Connecticut Yankee,
CLEMENS: The name's Clemens, son. Sam Clemens. That's with an e.
REPORTER: With an e. Got it.
(Data comes out of his hotel)
CLEMENS: Excuse me.
(As Clemens follows Data, the Devidians walk the other way)
RIKER: (dressed as a policeman) The coroner said
this is where they kept all the cholera victims.
CRUSHER: (taking tricorder scans) It doesn't make sense that so many
people are dying of cholera. It just isn't that virulent. Will, this is
RIKER: What is it?
CRUSHER: The cerebellum, the cerebral cortex, the brain stem, the
entire nervous system has been depleted of electrochemical energy.
Here's another one. Same neural depletion. These people did not die of
cholera. They died because their neural energy was drained somehow.
RIKER: Drained and taken to Devidia Two for those aliens to ingest? If
you were a time traveller with a taste for human neural energy where
would you get your supply?
CRUSHER: I would travel back to a time when there were plagues and
epidemics, so I could murder and use disease as a cover.
(all the away team are in period costume)
CRUSHER: Over half the victims whose neural energy had been drained
came from the Sisters of Hope Infirmary.
RIKER: A charity hospital near the waterfront.
TROI: If the aliens have been killing people there, well, someone might
have noticed something unusual.
PICARD: And if they're moving among humans, they must have taken on
human form. But the question is, how do we know who we're looking for?
RIKER: The tricorder indicated triolic activity from most of the bodies
we looked at. If the aliens left that sort of signature, they'll be
LAFORGE: You know, we might even be able to rig some kind of alien
RIKER: Any luck contacting Data?
LAFORGE: None. The tricorder's broadcasting random emissions on all
frequencies his sub-processors might pick up, but the range is limited.
Almost anything could interfere.
(there's a knock at the door)
LAFORGE: She's back.
(Geordi takes off his visor)
CARMICHAEL [OC]: Mister Pikerd!
PICARD: Yes, Mrs. Carmichael.
CARMICHAEL: (Irish accent) Mister Pikerd. I'll be reminding you that
it's one o'clock.
CARMICHAEL: One o'clock on a Thursday. I'm sure I made it clear to you
that the rent is always due, payable in full, by one o'clock on
PICARD: Ah, yes, er, the rent. Mrs. Carmichael, even now my troupe are
in rehearsals for a new production.
CARMICHAEL: Oh? I haven't heard of any new production. What play is it?
PICARD: The play? A Midsummer Night's Dream. We have performed in
London, Paris, Milan. Milan. To sold out houses. I assure you, you will
have the rent, in full, with a bonus.
CARMICHAEL: Oh, no, no, no, no. I've heard you silver-tongued devils
before. I'll have the rent in full tomorrow by one o'clock or you'll be
out performing on the street.
[Data's hotel room]
BELLBOY: I wouldn't do this for just anybody,
Mister Clemens. And I hope you won't spread it around that I let you
in. People start talking.
(Clemens starts searching the room)
CLEMENS: Of course not, Jack. And I assure you that Mister Data would
be most upset if you didn't. If I can't find that Letter of Intent that
he left me, our major investor is going to pull out and take his
BELLBOY: It has to do with Mister Data's engine, doesn't it?
CLEMENS: Oh, yes. Yes, this is exactly what it's all about. Ow!
(he gets a shock from it)
BELLBOY: You know, Mister Clemens, I'm going to do you another favour
today. You're always looking for good stories, right? Well, I've got a
real humdinger for you. The story of my life. Now, I know you may think
I'm young, but I've covered a lot of ground and if I do say so myself,
it'd make for some pretty fascinating reading. So, what do you think?
CLEMENS: About what?
BELLBOY: About writing my life story. You and me. Literary partners, of
CLEMENS: Young man, I have a maxim that I have always lived by. No one
is more qualified to write your story than you are.
BELLBOY: Me? Be a writer? You think I could do that?
CLEMENS: As long as you write what you know. You got any passions, boy?
BELLBOY: I'd like to do some travelling, maybe go to sea. And Alaska.
I've had the strangest notion to go see Alaska.
CLEMENS: That's a great idea, son. That's exactly what I would do if I
were your age. Alaska, the Klondike, the Aurora Borealis. That's it.
Follow your dreams and write about 'em.
BELLBOY: Thank you, Mister Clemens. You know, that is exactly what I'm
going to do.
CLEMENS: You do that, son.
BELLBOY: You'll see my name in print, too.
CLEMENS: I'm sure I will.
BELLBOY: Don't forget. The name's London. Jack London.
CLEMENS: Goodbye now. Bye-bye.
(and ushers Jack out of the room and locks the door so he can examine
the Contraption closely. There's the sound of a door, and Clemens hides
in the wardroom. Data and Guinan enter)
GUINAN: I found the Head Surveyor, I found the cavern. You will not be
able to get to it. The entrance is on a mine shaft that is the middle
of the Presidio on an army base.
DATA: Perhaps you could arrange for us to get in.
DATA: With permission to dig for the mine shaft.
GUINAN: Oh, no, Data. I've done everything you've asked
DATA: I have full confidence in your persuasive abilities.
GUINAN: Well, I suppose it's more interesting than throwing a tea
DATA: Strange. The transceiver assembly has been removed. Without it I
will be unable to track the time shifts.
GUINAN: Yes. He's been driving me crazy. He watches the house, he
follows me down the street asking me questions. If anyone took this you
can believe it was him.
DATA: If you are correct, he must be warned. The device has been
modified in such a way that prolonged contact with human tissue would
be highly toxic.
(there's a thump from the wardrobe. Data opens the door to reveal the
guilty party. Data picks up the
transceiver that Clemens dropped.)
CLEMENS: Madame Guinan. Mister Data.
GUINAN: Shame on you, Mister Clemens. Shame.
CLEMENS: Shame, madam? I think not. I find no shame in my efforts to
uncover your plot.
GUINAN: I keep telling you, there is no plot.
CLEMENS: Yes, you do keep telling me that. What an interesting pair you
are. Where in Switzerland did you say you were from, Mister Data?
DATA: I am French, sir, not Swiss.
CLEMENS: Oh yes, that's right, now I remember. A Frenchman with a
talent for poker, from what I hear. You know, I was talking to a friend
of mine, Ches Whitley. He says to say hello and wonders when you're
DATA: I do not believe I know Mister Whitley.
CLEMENS: No? He works at the County Assayer's office. He says you've
been in there a number of times claiming to be a geological engineer
and wanting information about mining operations during the 1850's. You
remember him now?
DATA: I am unfamiliar with the gentleman's name. I have spoken to
several people at that office.
CLEMENS: Yes, I know. And in the Hall of Records, and in the Geological
Society, and a little-known mineral shop in Chinatown. You do get
around, don't you?
DATA: As apparently you do, Mister Clemens.
CLEMENS: I must admit you've got me mystified. This contraption, for
instance. It's very unusual. It looks quite futuristic. Tell me, might
it have something to do with time shifts?
DATA: In a sense. The time shift is a gearing system I have invented
for the horseless carriage.
CLEMENS: Do not insult me. You have come here to this century and
brought your infernal technology with you for God only knows what
purpose, but I have no doubt it will be the people of this century who
will suffer for it.
GUINAN: My dear Mister Clemens, I do think we've heard enough. Mister
Data's business is his own, and I will thank you to leave now.
CLEMENS: Pardon me, Madam Guinan, but it is my business too. It is the
business of all humanity, I believe, to stop both of you from whatever
it is you are doing here. And that is what I intend to do.
[Sisters of Hope Infirmary]
(Picard is up a ladder working on a gas lamp)
DOCTOR: Just what are you doing with those lamps?
PICARD: Replacing the burners. City ordinance. Makes it safer in case
DOCTOR: There hasn't been an earthquake here in thirty years.
PICARD: Well, that's takes care of this ward. Time to be moving on.
DOCTOR: Earthquakes. Nurse. (Crusher hides her tricorder) If you can
handle things here, I've got a meeting with the Board of Patrons.
CRUSHER: I'll try to manage.
(The doctor leaves)
LAFORGE: There, by that bed. I can see an afterimage of triolic waves.
They've been here recently. I'd say within the last twenty four hours.
CRUSHER: That's the bed where the man died last night.
TROI: This man was complaining about a strange doctor and nurse who
visited that patient. Perhaps they're still in the hospital.
(a patient starts coughing)
CRUSHER: (gives a drink) Here. This'll make you more comfortable.
(Picard's gas lamp detector starts flashing and Crusher's tricorder
beeps. She keys her comm. badge then goes over to the slim man and
CRUSHER: Do you need any help, Doctor? Doctor Apollinaire felt he had
entered the algid stage. He was cyanotic, pulse unobservable. That's an
(The 'nurse' points her bag at Crusher as Riker, La Forge and Picard
(Geordi gets the snake cane off the male and Riker stuns him to no
effect. The couple vanish)
(Data's contraption goes crazy, he checks a map and rushes out.)
POLICEMAN: Stand aside, stand aside. Let me in here. People said there
was gunfire in here. What's going on?
RIKER: Just a little misunderstanding. I was just clearing these people
out of here.
POLICEMAN: I haven't seen you before.
RIKER: I was just assigned here this morning. I was working downtown.
POLICEMAN: I worked downtown for three years. I don't remember you.
PICARD: We'll be on our way.
POLICEMAN: No, wait. Wait. I'm going to ask all of you to come down to
the station for questioning. Including you. Where'd you get that?
That's a gentleman's cane. Never seen a cane like this before. I'll
have to confiscate it for evidence.
RIKER: I just want you to know that I have the utmost respect for the
(then he punches his lights out)
PICARD: Let's go.
(as the team come onto the street, a carriage
careers around the corner)
(they climb on)
LAFORGE: Boy, are we glad to see you.
DATA: I suggest we postpone our greetings for another occasion.
PICARD: Agreed. Get us out of here.
(the cops come running, blowing their whistles)
LAFORGE: If we tune a phaser to the approximate
frequency of triolic waves and lay down a field burst, it might
(the phaser shot turns the cane head into a writhing snake's head)
TROI: The ophidian the aliens were carrying.
(it sends off energy charges before reverting to the cane)
RIKER: What the?
LAFORGE: These look like minute distortions in the space-time
continuum, like the one we saw on Devidia Two.
RIKER: They were so small, and they lasted only a second.
DATA: The aliens appear to be able to concentrate the distortion and
direct it to a specific time and place.
CRUSHER: Maybe they have something, a mechanism that focuses it.
LAFORGE: Any device like that would produce significant levels of
triolic waves. Like the ones in the cavern where Data's head was found.
DATA: I have located that cavern.
(knocking on the door and frantic activity)
CARMICHAEL [OC]: Mister Pikerd! I know you're in there. Open the door!
TROI: Mrs. Carmichael.
DATA: How now, spirit. Whither wander you?
CRUSHER: Over hill, over dale, thorough bush, thorough brier,
TROI: Mrs. Carmichael, thank goodness you're here.
PICARD: We need someone to read a part. You're just in time.
CARMICHAEL: Mister Picard, I need to be talking to you.
CRUSHER: My mistress would that he be gone.
RIKER: Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.
PICARD: Now, Mrs. Carmichael Right there.
RIKER: Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.
CARMICHAEL: What, jealous Oberon. Fairies skip hence. I have foresworn
his bed and company.
PICARD: Well, I don't think I need to hear any more. That was truly
PICARD: Ladies and gentlemen, I think we have found our Titania. Don't
(a round of applause)
CARMICHAEL: Well, I did do a church play when I was a lass.
PICARD: Well, there you are. We start rehearsals tomorrow.
(Picard kisses her on both cheeks, and she turns into a simpering girl)
[Data's hotel room]
(Guinan is pacing when Data enters)
GUINAN: You're back. I have wonderful news. I've found a way to get
into the Presidio and into the mine shaft.
DATA: It is all right.
GUINAN: Do you know me?
PICARD: Very well.
GUINAN: Do I know you?
PICARD: Not yet. But you will.
REPORTER: Thanks for your help, officer.
POLICEMAN: Now, be sure you put in the part about me spotting that
REPORTER: Yes, sir.
CLEMENS: Hello, son.
REPORTER: Mister Clemens. What brings you here?
CLEMENS: Writer's curiosity. I heard that two people vanished into thin
air in this Infirmary.
REPORTER: One of the patients said that, yes, sir, but the police deny
CLEMENS: I bet they do.
REPORTER: They say a band of outlaws set off an explosion in the
hospital and then escaped.
CLEMENS: Well, what did these outlaws look like?
REPORTER: The carriage they escaped in was driven by an albino.
CLEMENS: Oh. Mister Data.
REPORTER: You know him?
CLEMENS: You bet I do. You say there were others with him?
REPORTER: Yes, at least a dozen.
CLEMENS: His accomplices. They've come from the future. My God, it's an
(he hails a cab)
REPORTER: An invasion from the future? Mister Clemens, what can you
tell me about this? Do you have any proof?
CLEMENS: When's your deadline, boy?
REPORTER: Five o'clock, sir.
CLEMENS: I'll meet you at your paper at four thirty with a story that
will make your career.
REPORTER: Thanks, Mister Clemens
CLEMENS: Take me to the Presidio, driver, and don't spare the whip.
RIKER: The triolic levels are as high as they were
on Devidia Two. There's no indication of a control mechanism.
LAFORGE: I'm not so sure. My visor is picking up crystalline fractures.
These cavern walls have undergone some kind of selective molecular
polarisation. In fact, if I'm right this whole cavern has been
configured to focus the space-time distortion. Just like a lens.
Captain, we think we might be on to something. The cavern itself seems
to be acting as a focusing mechanism. I'm willing to bet it's the same
at their habitat back on Devidia Two.
PICARD: If we can get back there and destroy that site, it might put an
end to their time travelling.
RIKER: We have the ophidian.
LAFORGE: Truthfully, I don't know that we can get back. The aliens use
triolic energy as a power source. The energy our phasers generates
might not be entirely compatible.
PICARD: We have no choice but to try.
CLEMENS: An event I would most certainly enjoy witnessing. However, I
will regretfully waive that opportunity for the
privilege of taking you all in to the authorities.
DATA: Mister Clemens, it is imperative that we continue our mission.
CLEMENS: Mister Data, I have listened to your stories and your excuses
and your evasions, and I will listen no longer. It is my moral duty to
protect mankind from whatever devious plan you have in mind. Now, move
along. I suspect that even time travellers are vulnerable to the Colt
forty five. Now, let's go. I made a young fellow a promise and I don't
want to be late.
(the two aliens appear and the male grabs the cane from Troi. Data
tackles him and gets it back. The cane activates, the woman disappears,
there's a flash, everyone is thrown to the floor and Data's head comes
adrift. The time portal is open. The male runs through it)
PICARD: Follow him!
(Riker, Geordi, Crusher, Troi do so, then Clemens as Picard checks on
Guinan. The portal closes.)
RIKER: Is everybody all right?
CRUSHER: I think so.
CLEMENS: Where are we? And when?
RIKER: This is the twenty fourth century, we're on Devidia Two, and
you're not supposed to be here.
CLEMENS: Well it seems to me I have as much right to be in your time as
you had to be in mine. I wanted to see how you've conducted my future
TROI: Your future affairs?
CLEMENS: The affairs of mankind.
RIKER: But the disappearance of Mark Twain, one of the most noted
literary figures of the nineteenth century
CLEMENS: Thank you.
RIKER: That's not supposed to happen.
CLEMENS: I only took advantage of an irresistible opportunity, as any
good writer would.
WORF [OC]: Bridge to Away team. Acknowledge.
RIKER: We're here, Mister Worf. Stand by to transport five.
(Data's headless body is lying on the floor, clutching the cane)
RIKER: Mister Worf?
WORF [OC]: Yes, Commander.
RIKER: Make that six to transport.
CLEMENS: Where are we now?
RIKER: The Federation Starship Enterprise. Ensign, call security. I
want an escort for this man.
CLEMENS: Security? What for? Are you afraid I'm going to go around
CLEMENS: A werewolf!
RIKER: It's a long story, Mister Worf. I'll brief you later.
LAFORGE: Let's have Data's body taken to the science lab. I'll try and
re-attach the head we have.
CRUSHER: Geordi, that head is over five hundred years old.
LAFORGE: Yeah, but it's the best chance we've got.
RIKER: I want Mister Clemens kept under escort at all times.
TROI: Commander, perhaps I could handle that. I'd be happy to take
Mister Clemens to his quarters.
RIKER: Good idea. If you would accompany the Counsellor.
CLEMENS: Madam, I'd be delighted. So, this is a space ship? You ever
run into Halley's comet?
(Guinan is just coming round)
PICARD: Gently. Don't sit up too quickly.
GUINAN: Where'd everybody go?
PICARD: I hope they're all safely back on the Enterprise by now.
GUINAN: But you're still here.
PICARD: You were hurt. I had to make sure you were all right.
GUINAN: And so you stayed for that?
PICARD: I didn't want anything to happen to you. You're far too
important to me.
GUINAN: You know an awful lot about me.
PICARD: Believe me, in the future the tables will be turned.
GUINAN: So we become friends?
PICARD: It goes far beyond friendship.
GUINAN: Oh, but I'll have to wait almost five hundred years, and when
we meet I won't be able to tell you about this, will I?
PICARD: No. Because for me, none of this will have happened yet.
GUINAN: What's that?
PICARD: That's history fulfilling itself.
GUINAN: History has to fulfill itself. Even Picard
RIKER: You were there in the cavern. You know what happened. What am I
supposed to do?
GUINAN: If I told you what happened in that cavern, it would affect any
decision you'd make now. I can't do that. I won't.
RIKER: Not telling me might affect my decision. Did you think of that?
We're talking about Jean-Luc Picard. I can't sit around and hope it all
works out. I've got to do something.
(Troi is back in her purple catsuit)
CLEMENS: Any place that doesn't stock a good cigar doesn't rank high in
TROI: If you must have one, I'm sure we can replicate it for you.
CLEMENS: You think one of these imitations can take the place of a hand
TROI: I wouldn't know.
CLEMENS: Well, that's the problem I see here. All this technology it
only serves to take away life's simple pleasures. You don't even let a
man open the door for a lady.
TROI: I think what we've gained far outweighs anything that might have
CLEMENS: Oh? Well, I'm not so impressed with this future. Huge
starships, and weapons that can no doubt destroy entire cities, and
military conquest as a way of life?
TROI: Is that what you see here?
CLEMENS: Well, I know what you say, that this is a vessel of
exploration and that your mission is to discover new worlds.
(a Bolian comes out of the turbolift as they get in)
CLEMENS: That's what the Spanish said.
TROI: Deck thirty six.
CLEMENS: And the Dutch and the Portuguese. It's what all conquerors
say. I'm sure that's what you told that blue-skinned fellow I just saw,
before you brought him here to serve you.
TROI: He's one of the thousands of species that we've encountered. We
live in a peaceful Federation with most of them. The people you see are
here by choice.
CLEMENS: So there're a privileged few who serve on these ships, living
in luxury and wanting for nothing. But what about everyone else? What
about the poor? You ignore them.
TROI: Poverty was eliminated on Earth a long time ago, and a lot of
other things disappeared with it. Hopelessness, despair, cruelty.
CLEMENS: Young lady, I come from a time when men achieve power and
wealth by standing on the backs of the poor, where prejudice and
intolerance are commonplace and power is an end unto itself. And you're
telling me that isn't how it is anymore?
TROI: That's right.
CLEMENS: Well, maybe it's worth giving up cigars for after all.
(the one where Lal was born and Picard
TROI: Any luck?
LAFORGE: Not so far. His activating units won't initialise. I thought
they would have been protected by his buffering
programme, but I guess five hundred years is just too long a wait.
CLEMENS: My watch.
LAFORGE: Yeah. It was found in the cavern where Data's head was. I
guess after five hundred years, that's not likely to work either.
CLEMENS: Mister Data, I fear I sadly misjudged you. As I have misjudged
(the female alien is waking up, and flickering
between human and alien)
PICARD: Can you communicate?
PICARD: You're injured.
ALIEN: Why have you interfered with us?
PICARD: You hunt us. You kill us. We cannot allow that.
ALIEN: We need your energy.
PICARD: Perhaps we can find a substitute.
ALIEN: No. There is none. We must continue.
PICARD: We know how you move back and forth through time. My crew have
returned to the twenty fourth century to destroy your transport site on
ALIEN: Destroy it? Your weapons will only amplify the time distortion.
You will annihilate your own world.
(and she disappears)
RIKER: I'm going back for Captain Picard. Mister
Worf, assemble an Away team to accompany me to the surface. Doctor, I
need to know anything you can tell me about that ophidian.
CRUSHER: I've just started running some tests. If I can have a few
RIKER: I can't give the alien any more time.
CRUSHER: Will, I haven't been able to determine if our phaser energy
can generate a stable field. The risk would be
RIKER: I'll take that risk.
WORF: Sir. Permission to speak frankly.
RIKER: Go ahead.
WORF: Our priority is to stop the aliens from any more incursions to
Earth. Any delay is unacceptable.
RIKER: If I can save Captain Picard, I consider that very acceptable.
WORF: The Captain would not. I recommend we target photon torpedoes on
the alien habitat and destroy it. Immediately.
TROI: He's right, Will.
RIKER: Power up the photons, Mister Worf. Alert me when they're ready.
LAFORGE: Computer, initialise the reload circuits.
COMPUTER: Reload circuits are initialising.
LAFORGE: Okay. Data? This ought to do it.
(does something to his positronic net)
LAFORGE: I don't get it. I don't understand why isn't this working.
Computer, run me a diagnostic on the input polarisers.
COMPUTER: There is intermittent contact in the input polarisers.
(Geordi opens the back of Data's head)
LAFORGE: What? An iron filing. How'd that get in there?
(Picard picks up Data's head and opens the back,
then uses a piece of metal to do something to the circuits)
WORF: Commander, I have set the photons to fire in
staggered rounds, detonating in ten second intervals.
RIKER: Very well. Fire when ready.
WORF: The sequence will be ready to initiate in one minute.
LAFORGE: Computer, run another diagnostic on the
COMPUTER: Polariser circuits are functioning.
LAFORGE: Well, then, that ought to do it. Okay, Data. Come on, now.
DATA: Torpedoes. Phasing. Alien. I am processing a binary message
entered into my static memory by Captain Picard. Geordi, are we
planning to fire on the alien habitat?
LAFORGE: Yeah, but
DATA: It is imperative that we do not. I will explain later.
LAFORGE: La Forge to Riker. Hold your fire!
DATA: The binary message left by the Captain is not
entirely clear. He seemed to be concerned about the phase differential
of our photon torpedoes. That firing them might produce catastrophic
CRUSHER: Then how do we destroy their habitat?
DATA: If I am correct, we must modify our weapons so that the force of
the explosion is re-phased into the aliens' time continuum.
LAFORGE: If we outfit the photons with phase discriminators we could
get the variance we need.
RIKER: How long will it take you?
LAFORGE: At least a couple of hours.
RIKER: Fine. I'll have time to go get him.
RIKER: I'm going back to the nineteenth century to get the Captain.
CRUSHER: My analysis of the phasers suggests you'd be able to open the
rift, but it won't be stable enough to transport more than one person.
RIKER: You mean if I go back, only one of us can return?
CRUSHER: That's right.
CLEMENS: Then I have the perfect solution for you. I'm the one who
should return to the nineteenth century and remain there so your
Captain can return here.
RIKER: There's a risk. We're not sure how stable the rift will be.
CLEMENS: There's risk in everything. The point is, it's the right
choice. I've got more books to write, and your Captain has a job to do
RIKER: Geordi, you'll brief him on what he needs to know?
LAFORGE: Aye, sir.
CLEMENS: I'm glad I have the chance to thank you.
DATA: For what, sir?
CLEMENS: Why, for starting me out on the greatest adventure a man's
ever had. And for helping a bitter old man to open his eyes and see
that the future turned out pretty well after all.
GUINAN: I'm thirsty.
PICARD: I'm going to get help. We have to get you out of here.
GUINAN: No, don't go. They'll be back for you soon.
PICARD: No, you need help.
CLEMENS: This thing put me down in the middle of Market Street. Took
forever to get here.
WORF: Commander La Forge has completed the
reconfiguration of the photon torpedoes.
RIKER: If Clemens got back, the Captain should have been here by now.
WORF: We have no way of knowing if Mister Clemens was successful.
RIKER: Re-establish your firing pattern, Mister Worf. We'll wait five
WORF: Aye, sir.
CLEMENS: No time for chit chat, sir. According to
Mister La Forge, who did get your message by the way, a frequency
setting of point oh four seven on your phaser will correctly activate
PICARD: Now you have to get help. Guinan needs medical attention.
CLEMENS: I promise you she will be attended to.
PICARD: And there is a bill to be settled at Mrs. Carmichael's boarding
CLEMENS: I'll settle it.
PICARD: Thank you. I wish, I wish time would have allowed me to know
CLEMENS: You'll just have to read my books. What I am is pretty much
GUINAN: I'll see you in five hundred years, Picard.
PICARD: And I'll see you in a few minutes.
DATA: Commander, I am picking up massive triolic
wave activity on the surface.
RIKER: Is it the Captain?
DATA: There are no human life signs.
RIKER: No sign of a temporal distortion?
DATA: No, sir, but triolic activity is increasing.
RIKER: The aliens. Mister Worf, are the photons ready?
WORF: Yes, sir.
WORF: Torpedoes away, sir.
DATA: Sir, I am detecting a temporal distortion on the surface and
human life signs.
RIKER: O'Brien, get him out of there!
(KaBOOM on Devidia)
RIKER: Transporter room, have you got him?
PICARD [OC]: He has indeed, Commander. And believe me, it's good to be
WORF: We have destroyed the target. There is no further indication of
RIKER: Ensign, lay in a course to the nearest Starbase. Warp six.
Captain's log, stardate 46001.3. Everyone who
should be in the nineteenth century is safely there, and those who
should be in the twenty fourth are here. Mister Data has been restored
to us, head and all, and Samuel Clemens will write the books he was to
have written after our encounter.
CLEMENS: Now be careful, boys. Don't jostle her too
much. Don't worry, Madam Guinan, you're going to be fine.
(as young Guinan is stretchered away, Clemens picks up his broken watch
then puts it down again to be found with the other artefacts in 500