(crowd clamoring)
Previously on Star Trek: Picard...
-What have you done? -Show them a world of their own making,
and they ask you what you've done.
If we want to save the future, then we have to
repair the past.
-(cries out) -Elnor!
PICARD: If we fail here,
we fail Elnor and everyone in our homeworld.
Laris, nothing has to change.
Move backward to go forward.
Shatter to mend.
Admiral, I'm no longer in command of this ship.
The past is now.
We're caught in Earth's gravity. I can't stop her!
PICARD: Give me nav control.
-RIOS: Where are you taking us? -Home.
The queen says that there is someone who can help us.
She called this individual a "Watcher."
You're saying if we find them, we can undo this nightmare?
It's probably some alien species that doesn't belong here.
-It may not want to be found. -I'm coming for it.
-You can't bring that with you. -This?
Because we're 400 years in the past.
You have to look out for butterflies.
(crying out)
JURATI: Don't draw attention to yourself.
No hospitals, no authorities,
-no security checkpoints. -Ow.
-Hey! -You're under arrest.
I might be able to use the ship as an interface.
Absolutely not.
I-I just need to get in there, fix her, and you can
pull me out before I'm fully assimilated.
We fail without her.
I can see so much.
The Watcher. 15.
-Yeah. -(distorted): Don't.
Computer, dictate the file from the Borg Queen.
COMPUTER: 3-4-dot-0...
-4-8-8 North. -Coordinates.
To find the Watcher.
But there's more, isn't there?
When it happens.
I can almost feel it.
You've impressed me.
*
PICARD: Rios? Do you read me?
Raffi, do you copy?
(static)
Anybody?
Whoa.
What the hell happened here?
Nothing good.
You sure his signal pinged from here?
I know how to read a tricorder.
Why did Rios need a hospital?
RAFFI: Rios?!
Rios?
Whoa, hey. Hey, I'm sorry.
Look, we're closed.
If you need a doctor, there's another clinic two blocks east.
No, we don't need medical assistance.
We're looking for our friend.
Dark hair, scruffy.
Yeah, he was here.
The doctor patched him up before ICE officers raided us.
They arrested them both.
I'm sorry. Look,
Teresa's a citizen. You know? They'll probably just detain her
longer than they should but eventually they throw her back.
You know those assholes.
Yeah. I feel like I do.
But your friend--
I hope you find him soon.
Before ICE makes sure you never do.
-Seven, Raffi, do you read me? -(static)
Do you copy?!
Rios, do you read me?
It was a long shot the comms would work.
No relays.
-(trilling, static stops) -Let's...
just hope that they're not...
Dead?
Thank you, Doctor.
You know... (grunts)
until the auto-repair heats the ship,
why don't we find you somewhere where we can light a fire.
What if someone spots La Sirena?
The Confederation ships seem to be equipped with upgrades.
-(beep) -Computer,
engage cloaking device.
PICARD: Oh, dear.
JURATI: So Chateau Picard
is abandoned in this era.
Nearly a century at this point.
(rats squeaking)
During the Second World War,
when the Nazis occupied France,
they used this house as a base of operations.
My ancestors
only survived by hiding in the tunnels below.
Where'd they go?
England.
But the chateau remained in the family.
Although there were various caretakers keeping it up.
It'll be generations
before the Picards reside here again.
(owl hooting in distance)
*
Maman!
Maman.
You all right, mister?
(chuckles softly)
Just...
having memories of...
things that have yet to occur.
Maman.
*
YVETTE: Computer,
play "Non, je ne regrette rien,"
second verse.
-Let's take a deep breath and listen. -* Avec leurs trémolos *
-(inhaling deeply) -* Balayé pour toujours *
-(exhaling) -* Je repars à zéro *
-(exhales, gasps) -* Non *
-There. -* Rien de rien *
Fear's gone.
-You're safe now. -* Non *
-I'm here. -* Je ne regrette *
* Rien *
* Ni le bien *
* Qu'on m'a fait *
* Ni le mal *
* Tout ça m'est bien égal... *
Where are you?
Uh...
lost in the past, I suppose.
In more ways than one.
Agnes, we need to find out what else the Borg Queen knows
about the break in the timeline,
what else you stole from her mind.
And I think you need rest.
Thinking is my rest.
Can't even comprehend how relaxing calculus can be.
I will take your word for it.
My mother used to play Édith Piaf
to me when I was young to calm me down.
I can just imagine a little Picard wandering around here
saying...
(deep voice): "Milk. Chocolate.
-Hot." -(laughing)
Let me guess, you were
the skinny kid with the endless book collection.
That was me.
Oh, I need a drink.
PICARD: Ah.
Agnes, what you need is rest.
Here we go.
Pinot noir.
You happen to have a corkscrew on you?
Fascinating.
You moved 15 beads on the abacus.
You chose the 15th volume of the Britannica.
And a pinot noir.
1915.
Agnes, I think that your marvelous mind
is trying to tell us something.
Look at you, Dixon Hill.
15. 15.
It must be the other piece of information I took
from the Borg Queen's mind.
The last thing you said before I disconnected you--
when is the timeline changing?
15 hours?
That's too nonspecific.
A date then.
Did the ship's chronometer
ever show precisely when we landed?
The 12th of April, 2024.
Which, if we're right, would mean...
We have three days
before the future is changed irrevocably.
*
* 35 years later and nothing much has changed *
* Those in charge are living large *
* The rest are all deranged *
* 'Cause I still hate you *
* Can't wait to eviscerate you *
-* 'Cause I * -Hey.
* Still hate *
-* All of you * -Hey.
You mind stopping that noise?
* The temperatures are rising *
* The sea level as well *
Yeah, okay! Fine!
-(music stops) -I just like that song.
Okay, I'm sorry.
Sorry. Apologies.
We should have waited in the other future.
Until we had a real plan, instead of jumping back in time.
We didn't have a lot of runways.
Whatever.
Raffi,
you lost someone.
We're getting him back.
And losing him was not
-your fault. -Just...
JURATI: The transporter should be working.
You sure about this?
PICARD: We need to figure out what changes the timeline,
and we only have three days.
Considering the precious little time we have
and that we haven't been able to reach the others,
we must find the Watcher.
If the queen is right,
the Watcher is the only one who can help us.
I could come with you.
No. We need you here.
You must find a way to boost the communications
and bring us home.
I'm counting on you, Agnes.
We all are.
Peachy.
Have you met me in a pinch?
In fact, I have.
Now, let's see where the queen's coordinates take me.
All right, mister.
I'm glad one of us
-is confident. -(chuckles softly)
(beeping)
-(sighs) -Poor Agnes Jurati.
Doomed to be the afterthought,
left behind again.
Not to me.
You're more than you let on
or that they can see.
Smart, cunning
and remarkably more cruel than I could have predicted.
Bravo.
How am I cruel?
Fixing me just to take what you need.
Leaving me up here powerless yet now awake
-to feel it. -All right.
Well, have a good night plotting
or whatever it is Borg Queens do.
You felt it, too.
Didn't you?
That thing for what we Borg have so very many words:
assimilation.
Cooperation.
Connection.
*
-(indistinct chatter) -(horns honking in distance)
(siren wailing)
(engine rumbling)
-(door opens, bell jingles) -* Uh-huh *
-(door closes) -* Mm-hmm *
* Uh-huh *
* Mm-hmm *
* I was lost *
* In a place *
* Where my soul felt no desire *
* I was lost *
* And I thought I lost it all *
* Here you are *
* In my place *
* And my heart is set on fire *
-* Here you are... * -GUINAN: No.
Put it back.
Bar's closed.
Guinan.
Yeah?
Want some advice?
March yourself back out that door
and I won't have to have you on my or Luna's conscience.
Luna?
-GUINAN: Hey, Luna. -(barks)
Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Hey.
Hello, girl.
Stay.
Good girl.
My apologies.
Ten Forward is always open, I thought.
If you're here to drink,
you're late.
You're here to loot, you're early.
Today is closing day.
-Closing for...? -Ever.
That's it. Out.
(sighs)
You're a lot older than my usual thieves.
* So good... *
Haven't settled into retirement yet?
Believe me, I am trying.
But it turns out that, uh,
afternoon naps and jigsaw puzzles are not quite my speed.
Guinan,
I was told to come here.
And I believe--
I hope--
that you can help me.
I don't know you. I don't want to know you.
-(quietly): Yeah. -And I don't help.
There is something very important
that I have to tell you,
and you know how valuable listening can be.
As an El-Aurian.
Who the hell are you, old man?
(siren wailing in distance)
STAUSS: Crystal Ball?
Is that, like, a stage name or something?
Cristobal.
He was arrested along with a doctor.
-Can't you find him? -Look around.
I got intake. I got overflow.
I got transfers waiting to happen.
If they took your friend, he ain't in the system yet.
Then where is he?
Processing. How should I know?
Goddamn it!
You're law enforcement for this city, right?
Why else would I be here?
Listen, my friend was taken by ICE officers.
You must know something.
You can't just kidnap people.
Okay, we're just going to back away from your personal space
and wait over there.
You are doing a great job.
Thank you for serving the public.
(groans) I hate everything.
-But you hide it so well. -(huffs)
(sighs)
Piece of advice?
LAPD won't have ICE detainees in their system.
You want Immigration and Customs Enforcement.
-Look, you're in the wrong place. -(groans softly)
Not that it makes any difference,
'cause if you don't get to...
Crystal Ball before he's transferred,
gone.
No trial. No paper trail.
(lock buzzes)
I pledge allegiance to the flag...
(creaking)
You.
I need your Juan Hancock on these transfer papers.
Got a bus seat with your name on it.
Just sign it.
You eyeballing me, asshole?
The hell is wrong with you guys?
Slap on a badge, put on a uniform,
you think you can treat people this way? Show...
-(clicking) -(groans)
(groaning, shuddering)
(groans)
(groans softly)
Let's go.
(door creaking open)
(panting)
(door creaking shut)
(panting)
Why does the past hurt so much?
Dislocate the other hand, I'm gonna start charging.
Are you all right?
I'm fine.
Lunatic.
Why didn't you run?
I did. I just then...
also chose to run back.
Well, good job.
I'm still trying to work out the brave-or-stupid conundrum.
If you figure it out, can you give my late mother
a call? (chuckles softly)
Who are you, Cristobal?
I'm just a...
Good Samaritan
passing through.
GUINAN: Long as I've lived on this planet,
I can count on one hand
number of times I've been called...
El-Aurian.
Who are you?
Where are you from?
France.
No.
Not just France.
Anyone who comes around knowing where I'm from,
they're not from anywhere remotely around here.
Planetarily speaking.
(Luna whining)
You're a beautiful girl.
Good girl.
Huh.
She doesn't usually take to strangers.
Because she knows I'm not a threat.
Whatever, man.
Stay. Go.
I'm locking the doors for good either way.
The fact that you're leaving
at the moment that I find you
proves to me that I have come to the right place.
I was told I had three days to stop something
very... critical from happening.
Good luck with that.
I was given coordinates.
-To this place. -(door opens, bell jingles)
To find a Watcher.
-(door closes) -I suspect
that I've already found one.
-I-I'm not... -Guinan?
Am I early?
Luna.
-Come on now, girl. -(whining)
You go home with your Uncle Dale.
He'll take good care of you.
(chuckles)
-(sniffles) -Come here, baby.
Come on, baby.
-(chuckles softly) -(departing footsteps)
-This place is a pressure cooker. -(door opens, bell jingles)
-(door closes) -You know they're actually killing the planet?
Truth is whatever you want it to be.
Facts aren't even facts anymore.
A few folks have enough resources
to fix all the problems for the rest, but they won't.
Because their greatest fear is having less.
They got one tiny ball in the entire galaxy,
and all this species wants to do is fight.
(sniffles)
I've given them long enough.
(echoing): It's not too late.
PICARD: It's not too late.
The problem isn't time.
-GUINAN: It's not too late. -PICARD: It's not.
GUINAN: It's not time.
-It's you. -It's you.
GUINAN: It's not too late.
(retching)
-(coughing) -What you're experiencing,
it's because I'm repeating to you now
words you will say back to me in the future.
You told me about it once
many tomorrows ago.
It's-it's called "Af..."
-Af-something. -Af-kelt.
(sniffles)
Time sickness.
A uniquely El-Aurian condition
that occurs only when the timeline has been affected.
Doesn't matter to me, old man.
Once I leave, I'll be fine.
Distance offers no protection from time.
This wrong must be righted,
something which only you
can help me do.
*
(siren wailing in distance)
-What are we doing? -Finding Rios.
In the parking lot?
We need to find out where they're disappearing
people like him.
So we follow the trail of suffering like breadcrumbs.
Okay, just so I'm clear, are you suggesting we steal
a vehicle from the same people
whose job it is to prosecute theft?
We need a way to find Rios and get back to fixing the timeline.
-See, my idea... -Mm.
is to steal the computer inside.
Better?
Not better. Not better.
Raffi, what the hell happened to no phasers?
I have no idea how this got here.
Okay, Raffi, right now, your brains
are in your fists.
We're not doing Rios any good if we're locked up with him.
You're not gonna get very far without power, are you?
(engine starts)
So you could do that, but you couldn't unlock the door?
No, I could've, but that was way more fun.
I thought that guy said
that Rios wouldn't be in the same system.
Well, systems in the 21st century are linked.
A little navigating, and I give you...
Immigration and Customs, baby.
What we want are "Arrests."
We're looking for a male Hispanic,
a female Hispanic.
My God. There are so many.
OFFICER: What happened back there?
Damn it, Raffi.
-Come on. Come on, come on. -No, I-I got it.
ICE intakes are routed to a processing center
25 miles northwest of here.
Musiker to Sirena. Do you copy?
-Picard? -I think we've established that communicators
don't work at long distance in this century.
JURATI: Raffi, is that you?
Oh, I'm here. Are you with Picard?
RAFFI: Picard? No, we're going after Rios.
Rios isn't with you?
He's in a detention facility in a place called Castaic.
-So things are going well. -I'm sending you the coordinates.
We need help getting there.
All right, bringing transporter online.
Damn it. The system's down again.
It dropped back into self-repair mode.
I need some time.
We don't have time. Where's Picard?
I don't know, and I can't make contact,
even though I boosted the communicators.
Okay. We're going after Rios the old-fashioned way.
Here, put that on. Just click it.
-You want me to drive? -Well, you have a better idea?
-(scoffs) -What? Oh.
You can pilot a starship but you can't drive a...
(tires screeching)
(whoops) All right.
You're doing great.
Just-just e-easy does it.
-Easy does it. (whoops) -(shouts)
Try to not draw so much attention to us.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Okay, well, nobody's gonna notice that.
What? You wanted out, we're out.
-(tires screeching) -(horns honking)
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa. One way, one way!
(horns honking)
DISPATCHER: All units, be advised,
stolen police vehicle headed north
on Adams Street.
(horns honking)
I'm pretty sure we can't reach Rios if we're roadkill.
All right... give me a little slack here.
-This thing's an antique. -Oh, you're kidding me.
Castaic's an hour away?
(tires screech)
Jurati, give me some good news.
Shit. I'm working on it, you guys, I swear.
Seven, just get around them. Get around them.
-You think I'm not trying? -The bus was faster.
All right, maybe you should get back on it.
Uh, truck? Truck. Truck!
(tires screeching)
(horn honking)
Just-just go back that way. That way.
Okay, how about you drive and I hold the map? How about that?
You know what? You two really need
to work on your communication.
It's the cornerstone of every good...
-BOTH: Jurati. -See? There you go.
-Now you're in sync. -RAFFI: Look,
just get the transporter up.
Even if you can't beam us to Castaic,
we'll still need an exit when we find Rios.
Seriously, guys, I need more time.
-How much? -Um-- I-- A day?
A day? We barely have an hour.
Oh, Agnes.
Stand by. I might know someone who can help.
-(engine revs) -(horn honks)
So let me see if I got this.
You're from some redacted years in the future,
but time's been altered.
So now one future is A- OK and the other's hell on Earth.
-Yeah. -And you can babble all that,
but you can't even tell me your name?
Well, if I say more, I risk compromising your path.
Might've thought of that before
you started harassing me in my bar.
Oh, I'm sorry about that. I-I had no choice.
Whatever you are watching over, that y-you're about to abandon,
it is vital to the future of humanity.
I'm no Watcher.
And humanity?
(scoffs)
(dog barking in distance)
Humankind will change.
-You must be patient. -You know who has
the luxury of patience here?
Someone who looks like you and not like me.
This world had more potential than I had ever imagined.
MAN: Ah, this is great.
You can just set those on the table. Thank you.
But the hatred here? It never ends.
It just swaps clothes.
This century? It took off a hood and put on a suit.
You say change is coming?
Well, it's too damn slow.
And the cost way too high.
And being forced to watch it... hurts.
History's darkest moments
can be a tipping point for change.
There's still good here.
Trust me, it ain't tipping soon.
And I've been on this planet a lot longer than you.
Then why not a few more days?
Stay.
Help me to understand what's been changed in this timeline.
I didn't not sleep for six years in med school
so I could watch my neighbors die
because they're too afraid to go to a hospital.
That's why you started the clinic?
I started the clinic 'cause I'm a control freak.
Where I come from, you'd be a hero.
Yeah? Where's that?
Do you even know what's gonna happen to you?
No. Do you?
No. Not sure.
It's my second time.
I hate being in here.
I start out with a pretty healthy fear of authority.
Clearly not when it gets in the way of helping people.
Pure selfishness. I need to be needed.
How's the hand?
You're good.
(door creaking open)
That the one who tased you?
Yep. Face like a Ferengi.
What the hell's a Ferengi?
MORRIS: Teresa Ramirez.
Paperwork came through.
Uber's waiting.
-Look, I-I would like to help you... -No, go on.
Go on. Please. You've done enough
for me already, so thank you.
If you ever need anything.
MORRIS: Aw, don't cry, Juan.
You're in luck. I got you a seat on that bus.
I mean, unless, of course, you've decided
to provide your name and proof of citizenship.
All right.
My name is Cristobal Rios.
You can call me Chris, Rios. Good either way.
Occupation?
Captain.
Of the USS Stargazer. You wouldn't know it.
It's a starship from the year 2400.
I'm on an ongoing mission to explore strange new worlds,
seek out new life and civilizations, but instead
I'm stuck back in a particularly primitive past--
no offense-- trying to correct the timeline
so I can, you know... (whistles)
With who, you ask?
A ragtag group of misfits including one cybernetic queen
that I'm fairly certain is just in it to wipe out
all of humanity with her old cohort,
a crusty old admiral who, if I understand it correctly,
is now a flesh and blood robot.
I-I, you know, I can't be sure,
'cause nobody can explain it to me.
(chuckles)
(laughs)
(exhales)
-(horns honking) -(tires screeching)
Uh, I think, uh, t-take a right up here. (grunts)
SEVEN OF NINE: I just want to say,
I am not the worst driver here.
-Well... -(horn honking)
Wait, what does a yellow light mean?
Go faster.
No, red means stop.
Red means stop. Red means stop!
Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop! (shouts)
(tires screeching)
Uh, can you stop?
If I kill somebody, this is on you.
Well, maybe you could try not aiming for them.
I think you're getting the hang of it.
MAN: Hurry up. Keep moving.
Take a seat.
I'm sorry to say that the end of the line's gonna be
the end of life as you know it.
Adios, Captain.
(lock clicks)
MAN: Transport is set.
BORG QUEEN: Agnes P. Jurati.
You've the quickened flush of a woman
with much to ask yet no time to ask it.
There are a number of systems
that are still down after our, uh...
Entwinement, shall we say?
Some of the systems are recalibrating too slowly.
Which systems concern you the most? Propulsion? Cloaking?
No, I-I know you were listening. I need the transporters.
Cloaking doesn't matter right now.
Says the woman who won't meet my gaze for fear of being seen.
To be in plain view and yet still unafraid,
there's great strength in that.
Well, I'm sure it helps when you have an army behind you.
It's how you get the army to follow you, my dear,
how you teach the choir to sing.
-Look, about the transporter... -Don't politely demure yourself.
Convince me.
My friends are in trouble.
I really need the transporters fully functioning,
and you can think faster than I can type.
So, please, can I trust you to help?
Beware the species that has not yet purged that word.
They're simply begging to be conquered.
"Help"?
"Trust."
It's a strange thing to say to somebody
you're trying to get to trust you.
Yet more believable than if I told you that you could.
"Betrayal" is just an anagram for "believe me."
That's not even...
(sighs) God. Poetry, dear.
Flair.
You are like the brightest peacock,
yet still so afraid to shine.
And that, dear Agnes, is why you are so frequently alone.
You want to talk about being alone?
Look at you. You're disconnected from the hive.
You're trying to have a slow conversation with me
just to have someone to talk to.
If my friends crash or get captured,
how chatty do you think I'm gonna be then?
Help now and what do I get?
Me.
I got a lot of your...
thoughts still swimming around in my head after our, you know.
You hate being alone just as much as I do.
So how about it?
You and I trade sad sack stories
in between pressing catastrophes.
-(device chimes) -RAFFI: Shit.
Rios's file just updated.
-He's being moved, -What? Where?
Uh, it's to a "sanctuary district" on the border?
Like he's being disappeared.
-Raffi, if we lose him now... -I know, I know.
Damn it.
Hey, hang on. Okay, I found him.
Uh, he's on ICE transfer bus number 735.
GPS transponder says he's on Highway 14...
-(sirens wailing) -Oh, oh, n-n-n-n-no, no.
(tires screeching)
Jurati, the cops are all over us.
Tell me that you have the transporter up.
Yes. Yes, we're almost good to go.
Not bad, huh? I just walked right over...
Agnes! Agnes, focus. No time to explain.
All right, I'm sending you our coordinates.
Beam us there now.
Okay, uh, just a second. Getting them.
Seven, can you buy us some time?
-(sirens wailing) -(tires screeching)
JURATI: Okay, now I'm gonna ask you to do something
totally counterintuitive, okay? I need you to hit the brakes.
What? The authorities are right behind us.
Seven, trust me.
(tires screeching)
Oh...
OFFICER: Get out of the car!
Get out now!
DISPATCHER: 1031. Requesting backup at Broadway.
All other units, cordon off 11th Avenue.
OFFICER: 1014. Copy that. Barricading Olive and 12th.
Setting up a perimeter.
JURATI: Sorry, guys, the transporter
still can't handle moving targets.
Are you guys alive? Please, please tell me you're alive.
We're alive, I think.
(exhales)
I got a lock on the bus's GPS.
Whoa. Rios is coming fast.
-So we hijack it. -In broad daylight.
-Without butterflies. -Without getting ourselves killed.
Or Rios.
Or anyone else.
Exactly.
You're welcome.
Agnes?
I limited your access again.
Agnes.
Agnes!
Well, donations are done, which means so am I.
So long, old man.
Guinan, please. Wait.
-In three days... -Future destroyed, I got it.
But I don't get involved.
-I listen. -But you must know something.
They sent me to you.
I am not your Watcher!
I hope you find what you're looking for.
I'm not it.
My name is Jean-Luc Picard.
400 years from now,
you will be my oldest and dearest friend.
Picard, huh?
Yes.
Shit.
Get in.
You're looking for a Supervisor, otherwise known as a Watcher.
They're peppered through the galaxy,
assigned to protect the destiny of certain individuals.
Assigned by whom? And what do you mean by destiny?
You know, it's all kinds of vague.
They're not big explainers.
They see themselves as kind of guardian angels.
No humility problem there.
Anyway, I-I can get you a face-to-face.
Sort of.
Uh, what do you mean, "sort of"?
Let's just say I suspect
she's very much gonna want to meet you.
-Thank you. -Oh, don't thank me yet.
Trust me, she's a pill.
(engine starts)
(ducks quacking)
Watchers can be pretty defensive
when it comes to their assignments.
Just be straight with her.
She's impatient and has terrific aim.
All right.
If you lie or hide something, she'll know.
Then you'll look bad, and I'll look really bad.
If you aren't the real deal,
she'll probably bite your eyelids off.
That's nice.
I took this off you.
Thought it was a weapon.
It beeped a couple times.
Thank you.
GIRL: You better run.
-This is the Watcher? -No.
Perhaps you didn't hear me, Guinan. I'll say it again.
You have ten seconds to get out of here before I lose
my very tenuous grip on my need
to put my boot through your face.
She means that.
See you someday.
This one is looking for a Watcher.
I think you're gonna want to hear what he has to say.
Guinan, don't leave the Earth just yet.
I know you're done with listening,
but you are not done with humanity.
Change always comes later than we think it should.
GIRL: Follow me.
How much further? (panting)
Communicator.
I can read the signal, so don't act like you haven't got it.
Without this, I'm stranded.
I don't care.
Ugh. Keep it.
But pop the energy cell out or we're done here.
Good.
Why are you doing this? What is this pantomime?
In case you're being followed.
Wh-Where are you taking me?
To me, of course. The real me.
This body, like the others, is just a temporary host.
Surely, by now, it's obvious that I'm not being followed.
Wait here.
PICARD: Excuse me.
Are you a friend of Guinan's?
Absolutely not.
Laris?
Q: You can't do it.
And you know it.
Oh, sure, you played the game for a while.
When nothing was at stake.
When the only challenge was fooling everybody
into thinking you had the nerve.
But now it's real. The fear is choking you.
Well, here's the truth.
You can't do it.
People are gonna die.
And now your fear, your doubt,
is the loudest voice in your head.
(laughs)
That's unexpected.
And most unfortunate.
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