FROM JCOTE@ASTRO.RUG.NL FRI JUL  1 01:31:34 1994
DATE: 22 JUN 1994 18:43:51 -0500
FROM: JACQUELINE COTE <JCOTE@ASTRO.RUG.NL>
NEWSGROUPS: REC.ARTS.STARTREK.CURRENT
SUBJECT: STVII  GENERATIONS' SCRIPT ---- SPOILERS

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STAR TREK:
GENERATIONS
 
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1       ENT. SPACE (VFN-I)      1
 
A VAST AND SPARKLING STARFIELD. A PINPOINT OF LIGHT APPEARS AND
STARTS MOVING TOWARD THE CAMERA. A SMALL AND DISTANT CYLINDRICAL
OBJECT TUMBLING END OVER END, BUT WE CAN'T DETERMINE EXACTLY WHAT
IT IS YET.
 
2       ENT. WHEATFIELD- DAY    2
 
A VAST AND UNDULATING SEA OF WHEAT. WE BECOME AWARE THAT THERE
ARE TWO HEADS STICKING OUT OF THE STALKS OF WHEAT: TWO MEN
STANDING AND LOOKING UP AT THE SKY. AS WE MOVE TOWARDS THEM, WE
CAN SEE THAT THE TWO MEN ARE SCOTTY AND CHEKOV, DRESSED IN
CIVILIAN
CLOTHING.
 
CHEKOV
(POINTS TO SKY)
THERE HE IS- THERE, TO THE SOUTH!
 
SCOTTY
(PEERS UPWARD)
WHAT ARE YE, BLIND? THAT'S A BIRD.
 
AS THEY STARE UP AT THE SKY
 
3       ENT. SPACE (VFN-I)      3
 
THE CYLINDER TUMBLING THROUGH SPACE IS NOW CLOSER, AND WE CAN
NOW SEE THAT IT IS A BOTTLE OF SOME SORT, AND IT IS TUMBLING
DIRECTLY
TOWARD THE CAMERA.
 
4       ENT. WHEATFIELD- DAY    4
 
AS BEFORE, CHEKOV AND SCOTTY STARING AT THE SKY.
 
SCOTTY
(CONCERNED)
REPELLING THE CRYSTALLINE TRENCH, RAFTING DOWN LAVA FLOWS,
ORBITAL
SKYDIVING.IT'S LIKE THE MAN IS RUNNING A BLOODY DECATHLON ACROSS
THE GALAXY.
 
SUDDENLY WE HEAR A DOUBLE SONIC BOOM.
 
CHEKOV
THAT SHOULD BE HIM NOW. I THINK HE'S JUST CROSSED THE SOUND
BARRIER.
 
THEY SHIELD THEIR EYES AGAINST THE SUN AND LOOK UP.
 
5       ENT. SPACE (VFN-I)      5
 
THE BOTTLE GETS CLOSER.
 
6       ENT. WHEATFIELD- DAY    6
 
A MAN IN A HIGH-TECH BODY HARNESS AND PARACHUTE LANDS IN THE
WHEAT
FLAT ON HIS BACK. HIS BODY-SUIT IS CHARRED, SCORCHED, WISPS OF
SMOKE STILL CURLING OFF IT. THERE ARE SMALL THRUSTERS ATTACHED TO
HIS BACKPACK AND BOOTS. SCOTTY AND CHEKOV MOVE TO HIM. THE MAN
REMOVES HIS HELMET. IT IS KIRK. HE SMILES BROADLY, LIKE A CHILD
WHO
HAS JUST COME OFF A ROLLERCOASTER.
 
KIRK
RIGHT ON TARGET! I JUMP OUT OVER THE ARABIAN PENINSULA AND I END
UP
HERE, RIGHT ON THE DIME.
 
KIRK GETS TO HIS FEET.
 
CHEKOV
ACTUALLY, CAPTAIN, YOUR PRECISE TARGET AREA WAS THIRTY-FIVE
METERS
(POINTS)THAT WAY.
 
KIRK
THANKS FOR POINTING THAT OUT.
 
KIRK STARTS TO PULL OFF HIS SUIT, REACTS TO A SUDDEN PAIN IN HIS
BACK.
 
KIRK
OH
 
SCOTTY
I'VE WARNED YE ABOUT THAT BACK OF YOURS. YOU SHOULD HAVE A DOCTOR
TAKE A LOOK AT IT.
 
KIRK WAVES HIM AWAY, AND CONTINUES TO REMOVE HIS HARNESS.
 
6A      ENT. SPACE (VFN-I)      6A
 
THE TUMBLING BOTTLE RUSHES PAST, AND WE CAN NOW SEE THAT IT IS A
CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE- DOM PERIGNON, 2265. FOLLOW THE BOTTLE AS IT
TUMBLES THROUGH SPACE.
 
6B      ENT. WHEATFIELD- DAY    6B
 
KIRK, SCOTTY AND CHEKOV AS BEFORE.
 
KIRK
TOMORROW I WANT TO MAKE A TRI-ELLIPTICAL JUMP. THAT'S WHERE YOU
JUMP OUT OVER NORTHERN CHINA AND MAKE THREE COMPLETE ORBITS
BEFORE
YOU START RE-ENTRY.
 
CHEKOV
CAPTAIN. PERHAPS YOU HAVE FORGOTTEN THAT TOMORROW IS THE
CHRISTENING CEREMONY.
 
THIS STRIKES A NERVE WITH KIRK- WE SEE A FLASH OF HESITATION AND
IRRITATION CROSS HIS FACE.
 
KIRK
I'M NOT GOING (BEAT) SCOTTY, HELP ME WITH THIS CHUTE.
 
SCOTTY
WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU'RE NOT GOING? WE PROMISED.
 
KIRK
WHEN I RETIRED, I SWORE I'D NEVER SET FOOT ON A STARSHIP AGAIN,
AND
I MEANT IT.
 
CHEKOV
CAPTAIN 
 
KIRK
(FIRM)
I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANYMORE ABOUT IT. I'M NOT GOING, AND THAT'S
FINAL.
 
7       ENT. SPACE (VFN-I)      7
 
THE CHAMPAGNE BOTTLE SMASHES ONTO THE BOW OF A FEDERATION
STARSHIP
(EXCELSIOR CLASS) SITTING IN ITS DOCK IN ORBIT AROUND EARTH.
 
7A      ENT. SPACE (VFN-I)      7A
 
FOLLOW THE SHARDS OF GLASS FROM THE BOTTLE AS THEY SPREAD OVER
THE SHIP, REVEALING THE NAME ON THE HULL: U.S.S. ENTERPRISE
NCC-1701-B.
 
8       ANGLE ON SPACEDOCK WINDOW       8
 
A LARGE PICTURE WINDOW OVERLOOKING THE STARSHIP IN ITS BERTH. THE
WINDOW IS FILLED WITH PEOPLE IN STARFLEET UNIFORMS, APPLAUDING
THE
CHRISTENING OF THE SHIP (BUT WE HEAR NOTHING).
 
8A      INT. SPACEDOCK OBSERVATION ROOM (VFN-I) 8A
 
THE PEOPLE ARE STILL APPLAUDING AND WE CAN SEE THAT THEY ARE
LOOKING OUT OVER THE SHIP IN ITS BERTH.
 
8B      ENT. SPACE- ENTERPRISE-B IN SPACEDOCK (VFN-I)   8B
 
THE GREAT SHIP SITS IN SPACEDOCK.
 
9       INT. ENTERPRISE-B- BRIDGE       9
 
CLOSE ON A SET OF TURBOLIFT DOORS AS THEY SLIDE OPEN TO REVEAL
KIRK, SCOTTY AND CHEKOV. A BRIGHT LIGHT SHINES INTO THEIR FACES
AND
THEY REACT. MOVE TO REVEAL THAT THE BRIGHT LIGHT IS COMING FROM A
FUTURISTIC CAMERA WITH A SMALL BANK OF LIGHTS ATTACHED TO IT. THE
CAMERA IS A HOLOGRAPHIC RECORDER WITH TWO LENSES AND IS WORN ON
AN OPERATOR'S HEAD. THERE ARE FOUR JOURNALISTS CLUSTERED IN FRONT
OF THE TURBOLIFT- ONE ASSOCIATED WITH THE CAMERA, THE OTHERS
USING
PADDS TO MAKE NOTATIONS.
 
ALSO CLUSTERED AROUND THE DOOR ARE THE BRIDGE CREW OF THE
ENTERPRISE-B.EVERYONE IS APPLAUDING AS KIRK AND THE OTHERS BLINK
UNDER THE BRIGHT LIGHTS AND ENTER THE BRIDGE.
 
JOURNALISTS
(OVERLAPPING)
CAPTAIN KIRK, HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE BACK ON THE ENTERPRISE
BRIDGE ? CAPTAIN, CAN I HAVE A MINUTE? CAPTAIN SCOTT, DO YOU HAVE
ANY COMMENT ON? COMMANDER CHEKOV
 
CAPTAIN JOHN HARRIMAN PUSHES THROUGH THE CROWD.
 
HARRIMAN
EXCUSE ME, EXCUSE ME  THERE WILL BE PLENTY OF TIME FOR QUESTIONS
LATER.
 
THE JOURNALISTS EDGE AWAY, AND THE CAMERAMAN MOVES TO GET A GOOD
ANGLE.
 
HARRIMAN
(CONT'D, TO ALL)
I'M CAPTAIN JOHN HARRIMAN. I'D LIKE TO WELCOME YOU ALL ABOARD.
 
KIRK
IT'S OUR PLEASURE.
 
HARRIMAN IS YOUNG, CONFIDENT, EAGER. THIS IS HIS FIRST COMMAND
AND
HE TAKES IT VERY SERIOUSLY.
 
HARRIMAN
I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW HOW EXCITED WE ALL ARE TO HAVE A GROUP OF
LIVING LEGENDS WITH US ON OUR MAIDEN VOYAGE. (BEAT) I REMEMBER
READING ABOUT YOUR MISSIONS WHEN I WAS IN GRADE SCHOOL.
 
THE ORIGINAL ENTERPRISE OFFICERS ALL STOP AND GIVE HIM A LOOK.
HARRIMAN LOOKS A LITTLE EMBARRASSED- HE DIDN'T MEAN TO INSULT
THEM.
BUT KIRK GIVES HIM A LITTLE SMILE, LETS IT ROLL OFF.
 
KIRK
WELL, MAY WE HAVE A LOOK AROUND?
 
HARRIMAN
PLEASE, PLEASE.
 
CHEKOV SEES SOMEONE IN THE BACKGROUND, CALLS OUT TO HER.
 
CHEKOV
DEMORA!
 
CHEKOV MOVES OFF.
 
JOURNALIST
(BREEZY)
SO, CAPTAIN  THIS IS THE FIRST STARSHIP ENTERPRISE IN THIRTY
YEARS WITHOUTJAMES T. KIRK IN COMMAND. HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT
THAT?
 
THE JOURNALIST HAS UNKNOWINGLY TOUCHED A NERVE. KIRK'S EYES FLASH
FOR AMOMENT- THE LONGER HE'S ON THIS BRIDGE, THE MORE HE REALIZES
HE DOESN'T FEEL GOOD ABOUT IT AT ALL. HE TRIES TO SHRUG IT OFF
WITH
A SMILE.
 
KIRK
JUST FINE. I'M GLAD TO BE HERE TO SEND HER ON HER WAY.
 
HE TRIES TO MOVE AWAY FROM THE JOURNALIST, WHO DOGS HIM.
 
JOURNALIST
WHAT HAVE YOU BEEN DOING SINCE YOU RETIRED?
 
KIRK
I'VE BEEN KEEPING BUSY.
 
AT THIS POINT, CHEKOV APPROACHES WITH A YOUNG, MID-TWENTIES,
ATTRACTIVE, ASIAN FEMALE ENSIGN NAMED DEMORA.
 
CHEKOV
(TO KIRK)
EXCUSE ME, CAPTAIN. I'D LIKE YOU TO MEET THE HELMSMAN OF THE
ENTERPRISE-B. ENSIGN DEMORA SULU- CAPTAIN JAMES KIRK.
 
DEMORA
IT'S A PLEASURE TO MEET YOU, SIR. MY FATHER'S TOLD ME SOME
INTERESTING STORIES ABOUT YOU.
 
KIRK IS SHOCKED. FOR A LONG MOMENT, HE STARES AT HER IN
AMAZEMENT.
 
KIRK
YOUR FATHER? HIKARU SULU IS YOUR FATHER?
 
DEMORA
YES, SIR.
 
CHEKOV
YOU MET HER ONCE BEFORE, BUT SHE WAS
 
CHEKOV HOLDS OUT HIS HAND AND INDICATES A VERY SHORT HEIGHT.
 
KIRK
BUT THAT WASN'T SO LONG AGO. IT COULDN'T HAVE BEEN MORE THAN...
 
CHEKOV
TWELVE YEARS, SIR.
 
KIRK
YES, WELL, CONGRATULATIONS, ENSIGN. IT WOULDN'T BE THE ENTERPRISE
WITHOUT A SULU AT THE HELM.
 
DEMORA
THANK YOU, SIR. (TO CHEKOV) LET ME SHOW YOU THE NEW INERTIAL
GUIDANCE SYSTEM.
 
DEMORA AND CHEKOV MOVE OFF AND KIRK LOOKS AFTER THEM FOR A LONG
BEAT. THE EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE CHANGES FROM SHOCK TO SADNESS.
SOMETHING IS CLEARLY BOTHERING HIM. SCOTTY MOVES OVER TO KIRK,
WITH
A SMILE ON HIS FACE.
 
SCOTTY
(TO KIRK)
DAMN FINE SHIP IF YOU ASK ME.
 
BUT KIRK'S MIND IS STILL ON DEMORA. HE WATCHES HER AS SHE MOVES
TO
THE HELMSMAN'S POSITION.
 
KIRK
YOU KNOW, SCOTTY, IT AMAZES ME.
 
SCOTTY
AND WHAT WOULD THAT BE, SIR?
 
KIRK
SULU. WHEN DID HE FIND THE TIME FOR A FAMILY?
 
SCOTTY
IT'S LIKE YOU ALWAYS SAID- IF SOMETHING'S IMPORTANT ENOUGH, YOU
MAKE THE TIME.
 
KIRK NODS ABSENTLY. SCOTTY REALIZES SOMETHING.
 
SCOTTY
SO, THAT'S WHY YOU'VE BEEN RUNNING AROUND THE GALAXY LIKE AN
EIGHTEEN-YEAR-OLD. FINDING RETIREMENT A LITTLE LONELY, ARE WE?
 
KIRK GIVES HIM A LOOK.
 
KIRK
WITH THAT KIND OF TACT, I'M GLAD YOU'RE AN ENGINEER AND NOT A
PSYCHIATRIST.
 
HARRIMAN INTERRUPTS.
 
HARRIMAN
EXCUSE ME, GENTLEMEN, IF YOU'LL TAKE YOUR SEATS.
 
KIRK
OH, OF COURSE.
 
10      NEW ANGLE       10
 
REVEALING THAT THREE CHAIRS HAVE BEEN NEATLY ARRANGED TO ONE
SIDE.
 
SCOTTY, KIRK AND CHEKOV ALL TAKE THEIR SEATS. THE JOURNALISTS
TAKE
POSITIONS ON THE OPPOSITE SIDE OF THE BRIDGE. HARRIMAN MOVES TO
THE
COMMAND CHAIR AND THE REST OF THE BRIDGE CREW GO TO THEIR
STATIONS.
 
HARRIMAN
(TO ALL)
PREPARE TO LEAVE SPACEDOCK. AFT THRUSTERS AHEAD ONE QUARTER, PORT
AND STARBOARD AT STATION KEEPING. (BEAT) CAPTAIN KIRK, I'D BE
HONORED IF YOU WOULD GIVE THE ORDER TO GET UNDERWAY.
 
KIRK
NO, NO. THANK YOU.
 
HARRIMAN
PLEASE, I INSIST.
 
ALL EYES ON KIRK- HE HAS LITTLE CHOICE. HE STANDS UNCOMFORTABLY.
THERE IS A MOMENT OF ANTICIPATION.
 
KIRK
(TO ALL)
TAKE US OUT.
 
EVERYONE BREAKS INTO APPLAUSE. KIRK SITS DOWN IN ACUTE
EMBARRASSMENT AND ANNOYANCE.
 
CHEKOV
(SOTTO)
VERY GOOD, SIR.
 
SCOTTY
(SOTTO)
BROUGHT A TEAR TO MY EYE.
 
CUT TO:
 
11      ENT. SPACE- ENTERPRISE-B (VFN-I)        11
 
THE GREAT SHIP MAJESTICALLY LEAVES THE DOCK AND HEADS OUT INTO
OPEN SPACE,PASSING DIRECTLY OVERHEAD.
 
12      INT. ENTERPRISE-B- BRIDGE       12
 
A SHORT TIME LATER. HARRIMAN TURNS TO HIS GUESTS.
 
HARRIMAN
WELL, WE'VE JUST CLEARED THE ASTEROID BELT. OUR COURSE WILL TAKE
US
OUTBEYOND PLUTO AND THEN BACK TO SPACEDOCK. JUST A QUICK RUN
AROUND THE BLOCK. (BEAT) IF WE HAVE TIME, WE'LL CONDUCT A FEW
TESTS
OF THE WARP-
 
SUDDENLY THE COMMUNICATIONS CONSOLE STARTS TO BEEP. THE COM
OFFICER HITS A FEW COMMANDS IN RESPONSE.
 
COM OFFICER
(TO HARRIMAN)
WE'RE PICKING UP A DISTRESS CALL, CAPTAIN.
 
THIS GRABS EVERYONE'S ATTENTION.
 
HARRIMAN
ON SPEAKERS.
 
WE HEAR THE VOICE OF A CREWMEMBER WHO SOUNDS PANICKED AND
URGENT.
 
COM VOICE
(FRITZED)
THIS IS THE TRANSPORT SHIP LAKUL. WE'RE CAUGHT IN SOME KIND OF
ENERGYDISTORTION. WE CAN'T BREAK FREE... NEED IMMEDIATE HELP...
IT'
TEARING US-
 
THE VOICE IS DROWNED OUT BY STATIC. THE SCIENCE OFFICER CHECKS
SOMETHING ON HIS CONSOLE. THE JOURNALIST WITH THE HOLO-CAMERA
TURNS ON HIS LIGHT AND PANS IT AROUND TO CAPTURE THE ACTION.
 
SCIENCE OFFICER
THE LAKUL IS ONE OF TWO SHIPS TRANSPORTING EL-AURIAN REFUGEES TO
EARTH.
 
HARRIMAN BLINKS A COUPLE OF TIMES, SURPRISED AT THIS UNEXPECTED
TURN OF EVENTS. KIRK WATCHES HIM INTENTLY. HARRIMAN CLEARS HIS
THROAT, THEN TURNS TO DEMORA.
 
HARRIMAN
CAN YOU LOCATE THEM?
 
DEMORA
THE SHIPS ARE BEARING AT 3-1-0 MARK 2-1-5. DISTANCE: THREE LIGHT
YEARS.
 
HARRIMAN
SIGNAL THE CLOSEST STARSHIP. WE'RE IN NO CONDITION TO MOUNT A
RESCUE. WE DON'T EVEN HAVE A FULL CREW ABOARD.
 
THE NAVIGATOR CHECKS HIS CONSOLE.
 
NAVIGATOR
WE'RE THE ONLY ONE IN RANGE, SIR.
 
THE HOLO-CAMERA LIGHT IS SHINED ON HARRIMAN AS HE SHIFTS IN HIS
SEAT, HESITANT TO TAKE THE PLUNGE. KIRK IS DRUMMING HIS FINGERS
IMPATIENTLY ON HIS LEG. FINALLY, HARRIMAN TAKES A BREATH AND
STRAIGHTENS HIS JACKET A BIT.
 
HARRIMAN
WELL, THEN, I GUESS IT'S UP TO US. (TO DEMORA) HELM, LAY IN AN
INTERCEPT COURSE AND ENGAGE AT MAXIMUM WARP.
 
KIRK FIDGETS IN HIS CHAIR, ITCHING TO GET IN ON THE ACTION- HIS
INSTINCTS TAKING OVER. SCOTTY SHOOTS HIM A SIDE-LONG GLANCE.
 
SCOTTY
IS THERE SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOUR CHAIR, CAPTAIN?
 
KIRK GIVES HIM A LOOK.
 
13      ENT. SPACE- ENTERPRISE-B (VFN-I)        13
 
THE SHIP SNAPS INTO WARP.
 
14      INT. ENTERPRISE-B- BRIDGE       14
 
A FEW MINUTES LATER. DEMORA IS WATCHING HER CONSOLE.
 
DEMORA
WE'RE WITHIN VISUAL RANGE OF THE ENERGY DISTORTION, CAPTAIN.
 
HARRIMAN
ON SCREEN.
 
15      INCLUDE VIEWSCREEN (VFN-I)      15
 
WHICH NOW SHOWS A HUGE RIBBON OF CRACKLING ENERGY DIRECTLY AHEAD
OF THE ENTERPRISE-B. EVERYONE REACTS TO THE BIZARRE SIGHT.
 
CHEKOV
WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?
 
DEMORA
(OFF CONSOLE)
I'VE FOUND THE TRANSPORT SHIPS.
 
15A     INCLUDE VIEWSCREEN (VFN-I)      15A
 
THE VIEWSCREEN NOW SHOWS TWO TRANSPORT SHIPS TRAPPED LIKE
INSECTS IN THE VIOLENT TORRENT OF ENERGY. THE SHIPS ARE BEING
BUFFETED AND THROWN ABOUT BY LARGE TENDRILS OF CRACKLING ENERGY.
 
DEMORA
(CONT'D)
THEIR HULLS ARE STARTING TO BUCKLE UNDER THE STRESS- THEY WON'T
SURVIVE MUCH LONGER.
 
THE SHIP SUDDENLY SHAKES. THE NAVIGATOR WORKS HIS CONSOLE.
 
NAVIGATOR
WE'RE ENCOUNTERING SEVERE GRAVIMETRIC DISTORTIONS FROM THE
ENERGY RIBBON.
 
HARRIMAN
WE'LL HAVE TO KEEP OUR DISTANCE. WE DON'T WANT TO GET PULLED IN,
TOO.
 
HARRIMAN FROWNS AT THE SCREEN, TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT TO DO.
KIRK CAN BARELY CONTAIN HIMSELF- TO HIM THE ANSWER IS OBVIOUS. HE
BLURTS OUT THE ANSWER.
 
KIRK
TRACTOR BEAM...
 
SCOTTY QUICKLY ELBOWS HIM IN THE SIDE- THIS ISN'T KIRK'S SHIP.
KIRK
SHUTS UP.  HARRIMAN GLANCES AT KIRK.
 
HARRIMAN
WE DON'T HAVE A TRACTOR BEAM.
 
KIRK
YOU LEFT SPACEDOCK WITHOUT A TRACTOR BEAM?
 
HARRIMAN
IT WON'T BE INSTALLED UNTIL TUESDAY. (BEAT) ENSIGN SULU, TRY
GENERATING A SUBSPACE FIELD AROUND THE SHIPS. THAT MIGHT BREAK
THEM FREE.
 
DEMORA
AYE, SIR.
 
WHEN KIRK HEARS THIS ORDER, HE SHAKES HIS HEAD SLIGHTLY AND
MOUTHS
THE WORD "NO" UNDER HIS BREATH. HE KNOWS THAT WON'T WORK.
 
DEMORA
(SHAKES HER HEAD)
THERE'S TOO MUCH QUANTUM INTERFERENCE, CAPTAIN.
 
HARRIMAN FROWNS AGAIN, TRYING TO COME UP WITH ANOTHER SOLUTION,
BUT IT ISN'T EASY- IT'S HIS FIRST DAY IN COMMAND; HIS SHIP IS
UNDER-MANNED AND ILL-PREPARED. IT'S A NIGHTMARE COME TRUE. KIRK
IS
ITCHING TO GET IN ON THIS, HIS FINGERS DIGGING INTO THE ARMS OF
HIS
CHAIR- BUT HE RESTRAINS HIMSELF.
 
HARRIMAN
WHAT ABOUT  VENTING PLASMA FROM THE WARP NACELLES? THAT MIGHT
DISRUPT THERIBBON'S HOLD ON THE SHIPS.
 
NAVIGATOR
AYE, SIR. RELEASING DRIVE PLASMA.
 
A TENSE BEAT. HARRIMAN GLANCES OVER AT THE JOURNALISTS, THEN
GLANCES OVER AT KIRK. KIRK GOVES HIM A PAINED SMILE, TRYING TO BE
ENCOURAGING EVEN THOUGH HE KNOWS THIS IS NOT THE RIGHT COURSE OF
ACTION.
 
NAVIGATOR
IT'S NOT HAVING ANY EFFECT, SIR. I THINK-
 
DEMORA
SIR! THE STARBOARD VESSEL'S HULL IS COLLAPSING.
 
15B     INCLUDE VIEWSCREEN (VFN-I)      15B
 
SUDDENLY THE RIGHT-HAND SHIP ON THE SCREEN IS ENGULFED BY A FIERY
TENDRIL OF ENERGY AND IT EXPLODES. THE OTHER SHIP CONTINUES TO BE
THROWN ABOUT AND BUFFETED. EVERYONE REACTS WITH SHOCK ON THE
BRIDGE.
 
>>CHEKOV
HOW MANY PEOPLE WERE ABOARD THAT SHIP?
 
DEMORA
TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-FIVE.
 
>>HARRIMAN PALES AT THE SIGHT, SEEMS SHELL-SHOCKED BY THE
DESTRUCTION OF THE SHIP. HE'S OVERWHELMED NOW; AT A GENUINE LOSS
AS TO WHAT TO DO NEXT.
 
DEMORA
(URGENT)
THE LAKUL'S HULL INTEGRITY IS DOWN TO TWELVE PERCENT, SIR.
 
HARRIMAN LOOKS OVER AT KIRK, WHO HAS REMAINED QUIET DURING THIS
ENTIRE SEQUENCE ONLY THROUGH GREAT EFFORT AND OUT OF DEFERENCE
TO THE YOUNG CAPTAIN. THIS IS A DELICATE MOMENT- HARRIMAN DOESN'T
WANT TO LOOK INCAPABLE, BUT AT THE SAME TIME, HE NEEDS HELP.
 
HARRIMAN
CAPTAIN KIRK, I WOULD APPRECIATE ANY SUGGESTIONS YOU MIGHT HAVE.
 
KIRK IS OUT OF HIS CHAIR LIKE A CORK OUT OF A BOTTLE. HE MOVES
DOWN
TO STAND NEXT TO HARRIMAN.
 
KIRK
(SOTTO)
FIRST, MOVE US WITHIN TRANSPORTER RANGE AND BEAM THOSE PEOPLE TO
THE ENTERPRISE.
 
HARRIMAN LOOKS AT HIM WITH SURPRISE.
 
HARRIMAN
WHAT ABOUT THE GRAVIMETRIC DISTORTIONS? THEY'LL TEAR US APART.
 
KIRK
(GENTLY)
RISK IS PART OF THE GAME IF YOU WANT TO SIT IN THAT CHAIR.
 
KIRK GIVES HIM A SUPPORTIVE LOOK. HARRIMAN BUCKLES DOWN AND
GRIMLY
LOOKS AT THE IMAGE ON THE SCREEN.
 
HARRIMAN
HELM, CLOSE TO WITHIN TRANSPORTER RANGE.
 
KIRK GLANCES AT THE CAMERAMAN, WHO'S STILL SHINING THE LIGHT ON
THEM ALL.
 
KIRK
AND SECOND, TURN THAT DAMNED THING OFF.
 
THE CAMERAMAN TURNS OFF THE LIGHT.
 
CUT TO:
 
16      ENT. SPACE- ENTERPRISE-B (VFN-I)        16
 
THE SHIP EDGES IN YET CLOSER TO THE CRACKLING RIBBON. THE
TENDRILS
FROM THE RIBBON LASH OUT AT THE SHIP, JUST MISSING IT.
 
17      INT. ENTERPRISE-B- BRIDGE       17
 
AS BEFORE.
 
DEMORA
WE'RE WITHIN RANGE, SIR.
 
HARRIMAN
(TO LIEUTENANT)
BEAM THEM DIRECTLY TO SICKBAY.
 
CHEKOV
(CONCERNED)
HOW BIG'S YOUR MEDICAL STAFF?
 
HARRIMAN
(EMBARRASSED)
THE MEDICAL STAFF DOESN'T ARRIVE UNTIL TUESDAY.
 
CHEKOV TURNS TO THE TWO JOURNALISTS.
 
CHEKOV
YOU AND YOU. YOU'VE JUST BECOME NURSES. LET'S GO.
 
CHEKOV AND THE JOURNALISTS ENIT TO THE TURBOLIFT.
 
DEMORA
MAIN ENGINEERING REPORTS FLUCTUATIONS IN THE WARP PLASMA RELAYS.
 
SCOTTY
BYPASS THE RELAYS AND GO TO AUXILIARY SYSTEMS.
 
THE LIEUTENANT IS HAVING PROBLEMS AT THE AFT CONSOLE.
 
LIEUTENANT
SIR, I'M HAVING TROUBLE LOCKING ONTO THEM. THEY APPEAR TO BE IN
SOME SORT OF TEMPORAL FLUX.
 
KIRK TURNS TO SCOTTY.
 
KIRK
SCOTTY?
 
SCOTTY QUICKLY MOVES TO LOOK AT THE TRANSPORTER CONSOLE.
 
SCOTTY
WHAT THE HELL...
 
KIRK MOVES TO HIM.
 
SCOTTY
THEIR LIFE SIGNS ARE ARE PHASING IN AND OUT OF OUR SPACE-TIME
CONTINUUM.
 
KIRK
PHASING? TO WHERE?
 
SCOTTY BEGINS TO WORK.
 
NAVIGATOR
SIR! THEIR HULL'S COLLAPSING!
 
18      ENT. SPACE- THE LAKUL (VFN-I)   18
 
THE SHIP IS DESTROYED BY AN ENERGY TENDRIL.
 
19      INT. ENTERPRISE-B- BRIDGE       19
 
ALL EYES ON SCOTTY.
 
SCOTTY
I GOT FORTY-SEVEN OF THEM (BEAT, GRIM) OUT OF ONE HUNDRED FIFTY.
 
SUDDENLY THE SHIP IS ROCKED VIOLENTLY. KLAXONS AND ALARMS START
TO
WAIL AND THE LIGHTS FLICKER ON AND OFF. A BULKHEAD EXPLODES,
SENDING METAL FRAGMENTS SCREAMING ACROSS THE BRIDGE AND KILLING
THE NAVIGATOR. SCOTTY QUICKLY TAKES OVER THE DEAD MAN'S CONSOLE.
 
KIRK
REPORT!
 
DEMORA
WE'RE CAUGHT IN A GRAVIMETRIC FIELD EMANATING FROM THE TRAILING
EDGE OF THE RIBBON.
 
HARRIMAN
ALL ENGINES, FULL REVERSE!
 
20      ENT. SPACE- ENTERPRISE-B & RIBBON (VFN-I)       20
 
THE SHIP IS TURNING SIDEWAYS INTO THE WAKE OF THE RIBBON, BUT
CANNOT BREAK AWAY. IT IS CLEARLY BEING PULLED ALONG, OUT OF
CONTROL. TENDRILS LEAP UP FROM THE RIBBON, LASHING AGAINST THE
SHIP.
 
21      INT. ENTERPRISE-B- SICKBAY      21
 
THE ROOM IS FILLED WITH THE SURVIVORS OF THE LAKUL. THEY ARE ALL
MEMBERS OFTHE EL-AURIAN RACE- HUMANOID AND DRESSED IN DISTINCTIVE
CLOTHING. THE SURVIVORS ARE IN VARIOUS STATES OF SHOCK. MANY SIT
ON
THE FLOOR, STARING INTO MIDDLE DISTANCE. SOME LIE ON TABLES,
UNCONSCIOUS. OTHERS ARE MUMBLING INCOHERENTLY TO THEMSELVES.
CHEKOV AND THE JOURNALISTS ARE MOVING FROM PERSON TO PERSON
TRYING TO GET CONTROL OF THE SITUATION AS THE SHIP IS ROCKED AND
FLUNG ABOUT.

CHEKOV HAS A TRICORDER.
 
SURVIVORS
(INCOHERENT, OVERLAPPING)
THE COLORS ARE TOUCHING ME. I'M CAUGHT IN THE GLASS. HELP ME...I
CAN SEE THE SECONDS...OVER HERE...
 
CHEKOV
IT WILL BE ALL RIGHT. WE'RE GOING TO TAKE CARE OF YOU.
 
HE LOOKS AT THE TRICORDER.
 
CHEKOV
(OFF TRICORDER)
ONLY MINOR INJURIES SO FAR. (BEAT) BUT IT LOOKS LIKE THEY'RE ALL
SUFFERING FROM SOME KIND OF NEURAL SHOCK.
 
ONE JOURNALIST MOVES PAST A MAN SITTING ON A BIOBED WITH A DAZED
LOOK ON HIS FACE. HE HAS A NASTY LOOKING WOUND ON ONE SIDE OF HIS
FACE. (WE WILL LEARN LATER THAT THIS MAN IS NAMED DOCTOR SORAN.)
 
THE JOURNALIST IS ABOUT TO TURN AWAY WHEN SUDDENLY SORAN GRABS
HIM
ROUGHLY- CLEARLY A MAN OF GREAT STRENGTH- AND PULLS HIM CLOSE.
SORAN'S EYES ARE SUDDENLY WILD, CRAZED.
 
SORAN
WHY, WHY?
 
JOURNALIST
IT'S ALL RIGHT. YOU'RE SAFE  YOU'RE ON THE ENTERPRISE.
 
SORAN
NO, I HAVE TO GO... I HAVE TO GET BACK. YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND! LET
ME GO!
 
SORAN BEGINS TO ATTACK THE JOURNALIST, BUT BEFORE HE CAN DO ANY
REAL DAMAGE, CHEKOV INJECTS SORAN WITH A HYPOSPRAY AND SORAN
FALLS
UNCONSCIOUS.
 
JOURNALIST
WHAT WAS HE TALKING ABOUT?
 
SUDDENLY A WOMAN WITH HER BACK TOWARD US STUMBLES NEARBY.
CHEKOV
QUICKLY GRABS HER ARM AND CATCHES HER BEFORE SHE FALLS.
 
CHEKOV
EASY THERE...
 
THE WOMAN TURNS AROUND AND WE SEE HER FACE FOR THE FIRST TIME-
IT'S
GUINAN. SHE SEEMS DAZED AND CONFUSED. CHEKOV SMILES AT HER
WARMLY.
 
CHEKOV
IT'S GOING TO BE OKAY. HERE, JUST LIE DOWN.
 
AS HE GUIDES GUINAN ONTO A TABLE
 
22      INT. ENTERPRISE-B- BRIDGE (VFN-I)       22
 
ENERGY RIBBON ON VIEWSCREEN.
 
DEMORA
INERTIAL DAMPERS FAILING.
 
SCOTTY
ENGINES NOT RESPONDING!
 
HARRIMAN IS GRIPPING THE ARMS OF HIS CHAIR WITH ONE HAND. HIS
FACE
PALES.
 
HARRIMAN
(QUIET)
I DIDN'T EXPECT TO DIE MY FIRST DAY ON THE JOB.
 
KIRK TRIES TO BUCK UP THE YOUNG CAPTAIN.
 
KIRK
(SOTTO)
THE FIRST THING YOU LEARN AS CAPTAIN IS HOW TO CHEAT DEATH.
(BEAT,
THEN LOUDER) SCOTTY?
 
SCOTTY
(OUTRAGED)
THERE'S JUST NO WAY TO DISRUPT A GRAVIMETRIC FIELD OF THIS
MAGNITUDE!
 
DEMORA
HULL INTEGRITY FAILING.
 
KIRK LOOKS AT SCOTTY EXPECTANTLY FOR A MOMENT.
 
SCOTTY
(CONT'D)
BUT I DO HAVE A THEORY...
 
KIRK
I THOUGHT YOU MIGHT.
 
SCOTTY
AN ANTI-MATTER DISCHARGE DIRECTLY AHEAD  IT MIGHT DISRUPT THE
FIELD LONG ENOUGH FOR US TO BREAK AWAY.
 
KIRK
A PHOTON TORPEDO?
 
SCOTTY
AYE.
 
KIRK
(QUICKLY, TO DEMORA)
LOAD TORPEDO BAYS, PREPARE TO FIRE ON MY COMMAND.
 
DEMORA TURNS TO HIM.
 
DEMORA
CAPTAIN, WE DON'T HAVE ANY TORPEDOES.
 
KIRK GLANCES AT HARRIMAN.
 
KIRK
DON'T TELL ME...TUESDAY.
 
HARRIMAN NODS, A LITTLE EMBARRASSED. THE SHAKING GETS WORSE.
 
SCOTTY
CAPTAIN, IT MAY BE POSSIBLE TO SIMULATE A TORPEDO BLAST USING A
RESONANCE BURST FROM THE MAIN DEFLECTOR DISH.
 
KIRK
(ONTO THE IDEA)
WHERE ARE THE DEFLECTOR RELAYS?
 
DEMORA
DECK 15, SECTION 21-ALPHA.
 
HARRIMAN
(TO KIRK)
I'LL GO. YOU HAVE THE BRIDGE.
 
HARRIMAN HEADS FOR THE TURBOLIFT, AND THERE IS A MOMENT AS KIRK
IS
SORELY TEMPTED TO TAKE COMMAND OF THE SHIP AND SIT IN THE
CAPTAIN'S
CHAIR ONE MORE TIME. BUT HE PULLS HIMSELF BACK BEFORE HARRIMAN
CAN
EXIT.
 
KIRK
NO  A CAPTAIN'S PLACE IS ON THE BRIDGE OF HIS SHIP. (BEAT) I'LL
TAKE CARE OF IT.
 
HARRIMAN NODS IN ACKNOWLEDGEMENT. KIRK HEADS FOR THE TURBOLIFT.
 
KIRK
(ON THE MOVE, TO SCOTTY)
KEEP HER TOGETHER UNTIL I GET BACK.
 
SCOTTY
(MATTER OF FACT)
I ALWAYS DO.
 
KIRK SMILES AS THE TURBOLIFT DOORS SLIDE SHUT.
 
23      OMITTED 23
 
24      INT. ENTERPRISE-B- CORRIDOR     24
 
KIRK RUNNING DOWN THE CORRIDOR, OPENS A DOOR.
 
25      INT. ENTERPRISE-B- DEFLECTOR ROOM (CONTINUOUS)  25
 
A SMALL CONTROL ROOM WITH A FEW CONSOLES. KIRK RUSHES IN AND RIPS
OFF ONE OF THE LARGE WALL PANELS. HE QUICKLY BEGINS TO RE-ROUTE
CABLING AND CIRCUITRY.
 
26      INT. ENTERPRISE-B- BRIDGE       26
 
AS BEFORE. THE SHIP IS SHAKING BADLY.
 
DEMORA
FORTY-FIVE SECONDS TO STRUCTURAL COLLAPSE!
 
SCOTTY IS WORKING THE CONSOLES FRANTICALLY.
 
SCOTTY
BRIDGE TO CAPTAIN KIRK.
 
INTERCUT:
 
27      INT. ENTERPRISE-B- DEFLECTOR ROOM       27
 
KIRK WORKING FURIOUSLY.
 
KIRK
KIRK HERE.
 
SCOTTY
CAPTAIN, I DON'T KNOW HOW MUCH LONGER I CAN HOLD HER TOGETHER!
 
KIRK FINISHES WORKING AND SLAMS THE WALL PANEL CLOSED.
 
KIRK
THAT'S IT. GO!
 
28      INT. ENTERPRISE-B- BRIDGE       28
 
AS BEFORE.
 
HARRIMAN
(TO DEMORA)
ACTIVATE MAIN DEFLECTOR.
 
DEMORA WORKS THE CONSOLE.
 
29      ENT. SPACE- ENTERPRISE-B (VFN-I)        29
 
A LARGE BURST OF ENERGY LEAPS OUT OF THE MAIN DEFLECTOR DISH AND
EXPLODES IN FRONT OF THE SHIP. THERE IS AN IMMEDIATE REACTION
WITHIN THE ENERGY RIBBON, WHICH ROILS AND FLUCTUATES IN RESPONSE.
 
30      INT. ENTERPRISE-B- BRIDGE       30
 
AS BEFORE.
 
SCOTTY
WE'RE BREAKING FREE.
 
31      ENT. SPACE- ENTERPRISE-B (VFN-I)        31
 
THE SHIP NOW BEGINS TO TURN AWAY FROM THE CRACKLING RIBBON. BUT
JUST AS IT'S TURNING, ONE FINAL TENDRIL OF ENERGY SUDDENLY LEAPS
OUT AND HITS THE SHIP.
 
32      OMITTED 32
 
33      INT. ENTERPRISE-B- BRIDGE       33
 
THE SHIP IS ROCKED SO HARD THAT EVERYONE IS KNOCKED OFF THEIR
FEET.
 GRADUALLY, THE SHAKING STOPS. DEMORA SCRAMBLES BACK INTO
POSITION.
 
DEMORA
WE'RE CLEAR.
 
EVERYONE REACTS WITH RELIEF.
 
HARRIMAN
(EXCITED, TO COM)
YOU DID IT, KIRK! (TO DEMORA) DAMAGE REPORT, ENSIGN.
 
DEMORA
(OFF CONSOLE)
THERE'S SOME BUCKLING ON THE STARBOARD NACELLE. (REACTS) WE'VE
ALSO GOT A HULL BREACH IN THE ENGINEERING SECTION. EMERGENCY
FORCEFIELDS ARE IN PLACE AND HOLDING.
 
SCOTTY
WHERE?
 
DEMORA
SECTIONS 20 THROUGH 28 ON DECKS 13, 14...(LOOKS AT SCOTTY WITH
MEANING) AND 15.
 
EVERYONE TURNS AROUND AND LOOKS AT SCOTTY.
 
SCOTTY
(TO COM)
BRIDGE TO CAPTAIN KIRK. (BEAT) CAPTAIN KIRK, PLEASE RESPOND.
 
STILL NO RESPONSE. SCOTTY'S FACE FALLS.
 
SCOTTY
(CONTINUING, TO DEMORA)
HAVE CHEKOV MEET ME ON DECK 15.
 
HARRIMAN, VERY CONCERNED, GETS UP AND FOLLOWS SCOTTY. THEY ENIT
TO
THE TURBOLIFT.
 
CUT TO:
 
34      INT. ENTERPRISE-B- CORRIDOR     34
 
SCOTTY AND HARRIMAN HEAD DOWN THE CORRIDOR. THEY ROUND A BEND,
AND THEN STOP SHORT. THEY REACT TO SOMETHING AHEAD OF THEM.
 
35      NEW ANGLE (VFN-P)       35
 
REVEALING THAT THE CORRIDOR AHEAD OF THEM IS GONE. A JAGGED HOLE
HAS BEEN RIPPED IN THE SHIP AND OPEN SPACE CAN BE SEEN BEYOND THE
TWISTED METAL. A FORCEFIELD FLICKERS ON AND OFF, HOLDING THE
VACUUM
OF SPACE AT BAY.
 
SCOTTY AND HARRIMAN LOOK AT THE AWESOME SIGHT FOR A MOMENT.
CHEKOV COMES RUNNING UP THE CORRIDOR BEHIND THEM. HE STOPS AND
REACTS.
 
CHEKOV
MY GOD...(BEAT) WAS ANYONE IN THERE?
 
A LONG SILENT BEAT AS SCOTTY LOOKS OUT INTO SPACE.
 
SCOTTY
AYE.
 
36      ENT. SPACE- ENTERPRISE-B (VFN-I)        36
 
A HUGE CHUNK HAS BEEN RIPPED OUT OF THE ENGINEERING SECTION,
LOOKING LIKE AN OPEN WOUND. SCOTTY, CHEKOV AND HARRIMAN CAN BE
SEEN STANDING INSIDE THE SMALL CORRIDOR, LOOKING OUT INTO SPACE.
 
37      INT. ENTERPRISE-B- BRIDGE       37
 
A SHORT TIME LATER. SCOTTY, HARRIMAN AND CHEKOV ARE LISTENING TO
DEMORA, WHO IS WORKING THE HELM CONSOLE.
 
DEMORA
I'VE CHECKED THE ENTIRE SHIP AND THE SURROUNDING SPACE, THERE'S
NO
SIGN OF HIM.
 
A SILENT MOMENT. CHEKOV LOOKS TO SCOTTY, HOPING TO HEAR SOME SORT
OF MIRACLE. SCOTTY TAKES A MOMENT, LOOKS AT THE EMPTY COMMAND
CHAIR. THEN HE SHAKES HIS HEAD. A LONG BEAT AS EVERYONE IS FORCED
TO ACCEPT THIS TERRIBLE TRUTH.
 
SCOTTY
(QUIET)
JUST A QUICK RUN AROUND THE BLOCK.
 
CHEKOV
I NEVER THOUGHT IT WOULD END LIKE THIS.
 
SCOTTY
ALL THINGS MUST END, MR. CHEKOV.
 
HARRIMAN FINALLY BREAKS THE STILLNESS OF THE BRIDGE.
 
HARRIMAN
LET'S GO HOME.
 
HARRIMAN STEPS DOWN TO THE CAPTAIN'S CHAIR AND TAKES COMMAND OF
HIS SHIP.
 
SCOTTY AND CHEKOV EXCHANGE A FINAL LOOK. OFF THE REACTIONS OF
THESE TWO FRIENDS WHO HAVE JUST LOST SOMEONE VERY DEAR TO THEM
BOTH.
 
CUT TO:
 
38      ENT. SPACE- ENTERPRISE-B (VFN-I)        38
 
THE CRIPPLED SHIP TURNS AND HEADS AWAY
 
FADE TO BLACK
 
SUPER: SEVENTY-EIGHT YEARS LATER 
 
39      CLOSE ON A HALYARD      39
 
AS A FLAG IS QUICKLY HOISTED TO THE TOP OF A MAST. THE FLAG
REACHES
THE TOP AND IS THEN CAUGHT BY THE WIND- THE BLUE AND WHITE BANNER
OF THE UNITED FEDERATION OF PLANETS WAVES IN THE BREEZE.
 
MOVE TO REVEAL THE LOCATION
 
40      ENT. SAILING VESSEL- DAY        40
 
A NINETEENTH-CENTURY THREE-MASTED SAILING VESSEL (ABOUT THE SIZE
OF
A FRIGATE) IS HOVE-TO AND SITTING IN THE WATER GENTLY ROCKING.
ACROSS THE STERN OF THE SHIP, WE CAN SEE THE NAME ENTERPRISE
PICKED
OUT IN GOLD LETTERS.
 
41      ON THE MAIN DECK        41
 
WHERE PICARD AND RIKER ARE STANDING BEFORE THE ASSEMBLED CREW OF
THE SHIP. EVERYONE IS DRESSED IN FULL-DRESS NAVAL UNIFORMS OF THE
PERIOD, COMPLETE WITH COCKED HATS, EPAULETTES, ETC. THE CREW IS
STANDING AT ATTENTION, THE WIND WHISTLES THROUGH THE RIGGING, THE
TIMBERS CREAK.
 
PICARD GRIMLY LOOKS OVER HIS CREW, THEN NODS TO RIKER.
 
RIKER
BRING OUT THE PRISONER!
 
A DRUMMER BEGINS A LONG DRUM ROLL.
 
42      ON A HATCH      42
 
AS WORF IS BROUGHT ON DECK BY TROI AND LA FORGE. WORF IS SHACKLED
BY HAND AND LEG IRONS. TROI AND LA FORGE HOLD HIM BY EITHER ARM
AND
SHOVE HIM TOWARD THECAPTAIN. THE DRUM ROLL STOPS. PICARD MOVES TO
WORF AND PEERS AT HIM CLOSELY.
 
PICARD
MR. WORF. I ALWAYS KNEW THIS DAY WOULD COME. ARE YOU PREPARED TO
FACE THE CHARGES?
 
WORF DOESN'T ANSWER AND TROI JABS HIM IN THE SIDE.
 
TROI
ANSWER HIM!
 
WORF
I AM PREPARED.
 
PICARD LOOKS TO RIKER, WHO THEN PULLS OUT A LARGE, ROLLED PIECE
OF
PARCHMENT. HE OPENS THE SCROLL AND BEGINS TO READ FROM IT. IN THE
B.G., LA FORGE REMOVES WORF'S SHACKLES.
 
RIKER
"WE, THE OFFICERS AND CREW OF THE U.S.S. ENTERPRISE, BEING OF
SOUND
MIND AND JUDGMENT, HEREBY MAKE THE FOLLOWING CHARGES AGAINST
LIEUTENANT WORF: ONE. THAT HE DID KNOWINGLY AND WILLFULLY PERFORM
ABOVE AND BEYOND THE CALL OF DUTY ON COUNTLESS OCCASIONS. TWO.
THAT HE HAS BEEN A GOOD AND SOLID OFFICER ON THIS SHIP FOR ONE
SCORE LESS TWELVE YEARS. AND THREE. MOST SERIOUSLY THAT HE
HAS EARNED THE RESPECT AND ADMIRATION OF THE ENTIRE CREW."
 
RIKER PUTS AWAY THE SCROLL
 
PICARD
THERE CAN BE ONLY ONE PUNISHMENT FOR SUCH CRIMES. (BEAT) I HEREBY
PROMOTE YOU TO THE RANK OF LIEUTENANT COMMANDER, WITH ALL THE
RIGHTS AND PRIVILEGESTHERETO. AND MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR
SOUL.
 
EVERYONE ROARS IN APPROVAL. PICARD SMILES AT WORF AND SHAKES HIS
HAND.
 
PICARD
(CONT'D)
CONGRATULATIONS, COMMANDER.
 
WORF
(SMILES)
THANK YOU, SIR.
 
PICARD CONTINUES TO SMILE AT HIM FOR A MOMENT, THEN RIKER STEPS
IN.
 
RIKER
EXTEND THE PLANK!!
 
WORF'S FACE REGISTERS SURPRISE AS EVERYONE GRABS HIM AND HAULS
HIM
TOWARD THE SIDE, WHERE A LONG PLANK IS BEING PUSHED OUT OVER THE
WATER.
 
CREWMEMBERS
INTO THE SEA WITH HIM. FEED HIM TO THE SHARKS! WALK THE PLANK!
 
PICARD GIVES RIKER A QUESTIONING LOOK.
 
PICARD
DON'T YOU THINK YOU'RE TAKING THIS A LITTLE TOO FAR, NUMBER ONE?
 
RIKER
WHEN WE WENT TO ANCIENT ROME FOR DEANNA'S PROMOTION, WE THREW
HER
TO THE LIONS, REMEMBER?
 
PICARD SHRUGS IT OFF- IT'S NOT EXACTLY HIS CUP OF TEA, BUT HE'LL
GO
ALONG WITH IT.
 
WORF IS HUSTLED TO THE RAIL WHERE CRUSHER IS WAITING PATIENTLY BY
THE PLANK, HOLDING A LONG PIKE. WORF IS PUT ON THE PLANK AND
CRUSHER PRODS HIM WITH THE PIKE UNTIL WORF IS NEARLY AT THE END.
 
WORF FINALLY STOPS AND TURNS AROUND
 
WORF
(A SHOUT)
WAIT!
 
EVERYONE FALLS SILENT A MOMENT. WORF LOOKS OVER THE SIDE AT THE
WATER BELOW.
 
WORF
(A LITTLE EMBARRASSED)
I CAN'T SWIM.
 
LA FORGE
(CALMLY, TO WORF)
THE HOLODECK SAFETY PROGRAM IS ENGAGED. THE COMPUTER WON'T LET
YOU
DROWN.
 
CRUSHER
BUT THE SHARKS ARE QUITE CONVINCING.
 
CRUSHER PRODS HIM WITH THE PIKE AND WORF FALLS INTO THE SEA WITH
A
HUGE SPLASH. EVERYONE LAUGHS AND CHEERS. REVEAL DATA, WHO IS
STANDING NEAR THE SIDE RAIL, LOOKING A LITTLE CONFUSED AT THE
REACTION.
 
DATA
(TO CRUSHER)
DOCTOR, I MUST CONFESS I AM UNCERTAIN AS TO WHY PUSHING SOMEONE
INTO FREEZING, SHARK-INFESTED WATER IS AMUSING.

CRUSHER
IT'S ALL DONE IN GOOD FUN, DATA. GET IN THE SPIRIT OF THINGS.
 
DATA
AH.
 
DATA THINKS A MOMENT, THEN HE LIFTS CRUSHER WITH ONE HAND AND
HOLD
HER OVER THE RAIL.
 
CRUSHER
DATA...DATA-!
 
DATA LETS GO AND CRUSHER PLUMMETS INTO THE OCEAN. DATA LOOKS
AROUND- NO ONE IS LAUGHING. THEY ALL LOOK A LITTLE SURPRISED.
 
LA FORGE
DATA  THAT WASN'T FUNNY.
 
DATA IS PUZZLED BY THE REACTION OF THE CROWD. HE'S MORE CONFUSED
THAN EVER.
 
43      PICARD AND RIKER        43
 
ARE STANDING ON THE QUARTERDECK AS A VERY WET BEVERLY CRUSHER
COMES
UP ON DECK.
 
PICARD
WELL, NOW THAT WE'RE ALL ABOARD  (BEAT, THEN SMILES) NUMBER ONE,
BRING THE SHIP BEFORE THE WIND. (SAVORING THE MOMENT) LET'S SEE
WHAT'S OUT THERE.
 
RIKER
AYE, AYE, SIR. (TO TROI) TAKE THE WHEEL, COMMANDER.
 
TROI TAKES THE SHIP'S WHEEL.
 
RIKER
(SHOUTS)
ALL HANDS MAKE SAIL! RAISE UP TACKS AND STAND BY THE BRACES!
 
THE CREW SPRINGS INTO ACTION, RUSHING TO THEIR PLACES ALOFT AND
ON
DECK,GRABBING ROPES AND LINES, STARTING TO UNFURL THE SAILS,
TRIMMING THE YARDARMS, GETTING THE SHIP READY TO SAIL.
 
44              44
THRU    OMITTED THRU
45              45
 
46      PICARD AND RIKER        46
 
PICARD IS DRINKING IN THE SCENE WITH A LOOK OF GREAT SATISFACTION
AND CONTENTMENT.
 
PICARD
IMAGINE WHAT IT WAS LIKE, WILL. NO ENGINES, NO COMPUTERS, JUST
THE
WIND, THE SEA AND THE STARS TO GUIDE YOU.
 
RIKER
BAD FOOD, BRUTAL DISCIPLINE. (BEAT) NO WOMEN.
 
BUT PICARD WON'T LET RIKER RAIN ON HIS PARADE- HE'S THOROUGHLY
ENJOYING HIMSELF.
 
COM VOICE
BRIDGE TO CAPTAIN PICARD.
 
PICARD
PICARD HERE.
 
COM VOICE
THERE IS A PERSONAL MESSAGE FOR YOU FROM EARTH.
 
PICARD
(ANNOYED)
PUT IT THROUGH DOWN HERE. (TO RIKER) BUT THE BEST THING ABOUT A
LIFE AT SEA WAS THAT THEY COULDN'T GET TO YOU.
 
PICARD WALKS TOWARD THE BOW.
 
PICARD
(TO COM)
COMPUTER, ARCH.
 
46A     ANGLE (VFN-P)   46A
 
A U-SHAPED ARCH WITH SEVERAL COMPUTER PANELS VISIBLE APPEARS ON
THE FORECASTLE. IT'S A STRANGE SIGHT TO SEE A PIECE OF THE 24TH
CENTURY ON THE DECK OF THIS SHIP. PICARD GOES TO THE ARCH AND
ACTIVATES ONE OF THE MONITORS AND WAITS FOR THE TRANSMISSION TO
APPEAR.
 
46B     NEW ANGLE (VFN-P)       46B
 
A TEXT MESSAGE APPEARS AND HE STARTS TO READ IT. AFTER A MOMENT,
HE
REACTS WITH SHOCK AND DISMAY TO SOMETHING ON THE SCREEN.
 
47      ON TROI 47
 
WHOSE ATTENTION HAS BEEN DRAWN TO PICARD, AT THE ARCH. SHE REACTS
WITH CONCERN AT THE EXPRESSION ON HIS FACE.
 
TROI
(TO CREWMEMBER)
HERE. TAKE THE WHEEL.
 
TROI MOVES TOWARD THE BOW.
 
48      ON PICARD (VFN-P)       48
 
WHOSE FACE IS NOW ASHEN WITH SHOCK. CLEARLY HE HAS JUST READ
SOMETHING ON THE SCREEN WHICH IS VERY DISTURBING. HE STARES INTO
THE MIDDLE DISTANCE FOR A MOMENT. TROI MOVES TO HIM.
 
TROI
(QUIET)
CAPTAIN, ARE YOU ALL RIGHT?
 
PICARD
YES. FINE. IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME.
 
HE TURNS OFF THE SCREEN.
 
PICARD
COMPUTER, EXIT.
 
48A     ANGLE (VFN-P)   48A
 
THE HOLODECK DOORS APPEAR WITHIN THE ARCH. PICARD IS CLEARLY
DISTRACTED AS HE ENITS TO THE CORRIDOR. TROI LOOKS AFTER HIM WITH
CONCERN.
 
49      NEW ANGLE       49
 
FAVORING RIKER. HE TAKES A COUPLE OF STEPS TOWARD WORF.
 
RIKER
SET THE ROYALS AND THE STUDDING SAILS, MR. WORF.
 
WORF LOOKS AT HIM BLANKLY FOR A MOMENT.
 
WORF
THE ROYAL...STUDS?
 
RIKER
(SMILES, POINTS ALOFT)
YOU SEE THE TOP YARDARM, NOW LOOK TO THE-
 
SUDDENLY A COM VOICE INTERRUPTS.
 
COM VOICE
BRIDGE TO COMMANDER RIKER.
 
RIKER
RIKER HERE.
 
COM VOICE
WE'RE PICKING UP A DISTRESS CALL FROM THE AMARGOSA OBSERVATORY,
SIR
THEY SAY THEY'RE UNDER ATTACK.
 
RIKER
(TO ALL)
RED ALERT! ALL HANDS TO BATTLE STATIONS! CAPTAIN PICARD TO THE
BRIDGE.
 
EVERYONE ON THE SHIP REACTS, AND THERE IS A GENERAL RUSH TO THE
BOW
OF THE SHIP.
 
CUT TO:
 
50      ENT. SPACE- ENTERPRISE-D (VFN-I)        50
 
THE GREAT SHIP AT IMPULSE. WE FOLLOW IT AND THEN SEE AHEAD OF THE
SHIP, A SMALL SOLAR OBSERVATORY WITH A COMPLEX OPTICAL ARRAY. THE
OBSERVATORY BEARS SCORCH MARKS AND OTHER SIGNS OF RECENT BATTLE.
(IN THE B.G., A YELLOW SUN CAN BE SEEN.)
 
51      INT. BRIDGE (VFN-I)     51
 
PICARD IN COMMAND. RIKER, TROI, WORF AND DATA AT THEIR STATIONS
THEY DIDN'T HAVE TIME TO CHANGE, SO THEY ARE ALL STILL DRESSED IN
THEIR COSTUMES FROM THE CEREMONY. THE SHIP IS AT RED ALERT. THE
IMAGE OF THE BURNT-OUT OBSERVATORY IS ON THE VIEWSCREEN.
 
RIKER
IT LOOKS LIKE WE'RE TOO LATE.
 
WORF
(OFF CONSOLE)
THERE ARE NO OTHER SHIPS IN THE SYSTEM.
 
DATA
SENSORS SHOW FIVE LIFE SIGNS ABOARD THE STATION, CAPTAIN.
 
RIKER
THE STATION COMPLEMENT WAS NINETEEN.
 
A GRIM BEAT. PICARD GETS UP AND STARTS HEADING FOR THE READY
ROOM-
HIS ATTITUDE IS DISMISSIVE, ALMOST IRRITATED THAT THIS HAS
INTERRUPTED SOME DEEPER CONCERN OF HIS.
 
PICARD
SECURE FROM RED ALERT. NUMBER ONE, BEGIN AN INVESTIGATION. I'LL
BE
IN MY READY ROOM.
 
TROI AND RIKER EXCHANGE A SURPRISED LOOK.
 
RIKER
SIR?
 
PICARD
(HARD)
MAKE IT SO.
 
PICARD ENITS. AN AWKWARD BEAT. WHAT'S WRONG WITH THE CAPTAIN? BUT
THEY HAVE THEIR ORDERS. AS RIKER AND WORF HEAD FOR THE EXIT,
 
CUT TO:
 
52      INT. OBSERVATORY- OPS CENTER (VFN-P)    52
 
THE STATION IS A SMOKING RUIN- CONSOLES FLICKERING, LIGHTS DIM,
DAMAGE EVERYWHERE. ONLY A FEW MINUTES HAVE PASSED SINCE THEY
WERE ATTACKED. RIKER, WORF, CRUSHER AND TWO SECURITY GUARDS
MATERIALIZE. THEY'RE ALL BACK IN UNIFORM, HOLDING PHASERS AND
PALM
BEACONS. WORF HAS A TRICORDER AND CRUSHER HAS A MEDICAL KIT. THE
ROOM IS CRAMPED, THERE ARE FALLEN BULK-HEADS AND BLOWN- OUT
CONSOLES. THE DEBRIS MAKES IT DIFFICULT TO GET A CLEAR VIEW OF
THE ROOM.
 
WORF
THESE BLAST PATTERNS ARE CONSISTENT WITH TYPE III DISRUPTORS.
 
RIKER
WELL, THAT NARROWS IT TO KLINGON, BREEN OR ROMULAN.
 
CRUSHER FOLLOWS HER TRICORDER READINGS.
 
CRUSHER
I'M PICKING UP LIFESIGNS...ABOUT TWENTY METERS AHEAD.
 
WORF
THAT RULES OUT KLINGONS.
 
RIKER GIVES HIM A LOOK.
 
WORF
THEY WOULD NOT HAVE LEFT ANYONE ALIVE.
 
CRUSHER
OVER HERE.
 
THEY PICK THEIR WAY CAREFULLY THROUGH THE CARNAGE OF THE STATION
AND COME TO THE BODY OF A STARFLEET SCIENCE OFFICER. HE HAS TAKEN
A DISRUPTOR BLAST TO THE BACK AND THERE IS A NASTY-LOOKING SCORCH
MARK ON HIS UNIFORM. CRUSHER IMMEDIATELY TAKES SOME DEVICES OUT
OF
HER MEDICAL KIT AND BEGINS TO TREAT HIM.
 
RIKER
WORF, YOU'RE WITH ME. PASKALL, YOU AND MENDEZ SEARCH THE UPPER
DECK.
 
THE SECURITY GUARDS CLIMB A NEARBY LADDER WHILE RIKER AND WORF
HEAD 
DOWN A DIMLY-LIT CORRIDOR. RIKER STOPS AT TWO BODIES IN THE HALL,
CHECKS THEM OVER- BUT THEY'RE DEAD. THERE IS A SUDDEN BANGING
FROM
THE FAR CORNER OF THE ROOM. WORF AND RIKER QUICKLY MOVE TO A
COLLAPSED BULKHEAD.
 
WORF
UNDER HERE.
 
THEY BOTH GRAB HOLD OF A LARGE METAL PLATE, PULL IT ASIDE AND
BEGIN
TO DIG THROUGH THE DEBRIS. FINALLY, A HAND CAN BE SEEN GRASPING
ABOUT FROM WITHIN THE PILE OF RUBBLE. RIKER AND WORF WORK FASTER.
WORF GRABS THE MAN'S HAND.
 
WORF
IT'S ALL RIGHT. DO NOT STRUGGLE.
 
WORF HOLDS THE MAN'S HAND AS RIKER SHOVES AWAY A FINAL CONSOLE.
WE
REVEAL THE HEAD AND TORSO OF DOCTOR SORAN, ONE OF THE SURVIVORS
FROM THE LAKUL (AND LAST SEEN IN SICKBAY ABOARD THE
ENTERPRISE-B).
SORAN HAS NOT AGED AT ALL OVER THE YEARS BUT HE DOES HAVE A
PERMANENT SCAR ON HIS FACE FROM THE EARLIER WOUND. HE BLINKS A
FEW
