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From: intertxt@network.ucsd.edu (Jason Snell)
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Newsgroups: rec.arts.startrek.misc,alt.startrek.creative
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Subject: SCRIPT: "Chain of Command"
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Date: 8 May 1992 17:07:55 -0700
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Organization: University of California, San Diego
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Xref: moe.ksu.ksu.edu rec.arts.startrek.misc:5069 alt.startrek.creative:2272
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(Note: I co-wrote this, and am posting it with my dear co-writer and friend
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Greg "Maddog" Knauss. He's to blame for the whole thing!!! If you want to mail
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comments, you may want to send them to both intertxt@network.ucsd.edu (me) and
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greg@duke.quotron.com (him). -J.S.)
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Here's yet another rejected TNG spec script. The turn-around time between
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when we sent it in and when they sent it back (with "Ha!" scrawled on the
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cover in chicken blood) was just a little over a month -- maybe that room
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full of scripts has emptied a little.
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Anyway, yes, we know the plot is several steps into improbable and
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in some spots the dialogue is pretty damn bad, but after looking at the
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same sixty pages for months and months and months...
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You potential TNG scriptwriters are welcome to use this as a layout
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guide and save yourself the fifteen bucks Lincoln Enterprises is asking
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for the production scripts -- we followed the standard TV conventions.
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Any comments or criticisms are welcome. Have at it.
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STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION
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"Chain of Command"
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Teleplay by
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Greg Knauss & Jason Snell
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Copyright (C) 1992 Greg Knauss & Jason Snell
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STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION
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"Chain of Command"
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CAST
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PICARD BRYAN JENNINGS
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RIKER SUSAN JENNINGS
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DATA QUAN
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TROI COLLIER
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WORF GARRISON
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O'BRIEN DUFFY
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JEFFERSON
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PROTESTOR #1
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PROTESTOR #2
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THOLIAN
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Non-Speaking
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SUPERNUMERARIES
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STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION
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"Chain of Command"
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SETS
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INTERIORS EXTERIORS
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USS ENTERPRISE USS ENTERPRISE
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MAIN BRIDGE
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READY ROOM USS GUARDIAN
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OBSERVATION LOUNGE
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TEN-FORWARD THOLIAN SHIPS
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ENGINEERING
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JENNINGS' QUARTERS
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PICARD'S QUARTERS
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CORRIDORS
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TRANSPORTER ROOM
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STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION
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"Chain of Command"
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TEASER
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FADE IN:
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EXT. ENTERPRISE
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The Enterprise is slowing from IMPULSE POWER to a stop
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next to the badly damaged U.S.S. GUARDIAN, a small
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Federation ship. The Guardian has extensive exterior
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damage and is obviously inoperable. It hangs unevenly
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in space, seemingly dead.
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PICARD (V.O.)
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Captain's Log, Stardate 46453.5.
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Interrupting a scheduled crew
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transfer and shore leave at Starbase
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2-0-9, the Enterprise has been
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ordered into Tholian space to rescue
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the crew of the U.S.S. Guardian.
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A malfunction in the Guardian's
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experimental reactor core led to
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uncontrolled warp nine travel and
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the destruction of her engines.
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INT. CORRIDOR
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Several FAMILIES walk through the corridor, talking
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excitedly to each other, each a bit awed at being on the
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Enterprise. A young couple, BRYAN and SUSAN JENNINGS,
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are among them. Almost everyone carries a suitcase or
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satchel of some sort.
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PICARD (CONT'D, V.O.)
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While new crewmembers and their
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families move into quarters, we are
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attempting to remove all traces of
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Federation incursion into the
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Tholian Assembly. Physical proof of
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Federation trespass on their
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borders, accidental or otherwise,
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could easily be used by the Tholians
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as a pretext for war. If
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successful, only Starfleet Command
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and our bridge crew will know of the
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incident.
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Riker is standing, nervously watching the image of the
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Guardian on the viewer. Picard is sitting, just as
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nervous, but showing it less.
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RIKER
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Away Team, your status?
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GEORDI'S COM VOICE
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Final adjustments are complete, sir.
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We've finished placing the
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detonators, and we're clearing out
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the last of remaining crew members
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right now. As soon as we're done,
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there won't be anything left for the
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Tholians to find but a cloud of
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atoms.
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RIKER
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Make it as fast as you can, LaForge.
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We don't want to be found.
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GEORDI'S COM VOICE
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Aye, sir.
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A SENSOR WARNING sounds.
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WORF
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Commander, we are being scanned at
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extremely long range.
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RIKER
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Tholians?
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WORF
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Unknown. However, the source of the
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scan is at least four hours away at
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maximum warp.
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The information should be reassuring, but Riker is
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still nervous.
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(looks to Picard)
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I don't like this.
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The Jennings are a young couple, Susan a Starfleet
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ensign and Bryan a civilian academic. Both are excited
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about being on board the Enterprise, and they've
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obviously just moved in. Boxes lie around, several
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containing old-style books.
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SUSAN
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Oh, Bryan, this is so exciting! I
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can't believe we're actually on the
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Enterprise.
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BRYAN
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You're the one who earned this
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assignment, Susan. You worked hard
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for it. I'm just along for the
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ride.
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SUSAN
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It's still incredible. I'm going to
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be on the bridge of the flagship!
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And you'll get to finally see some
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of the places you've written about.
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He laughs.
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BRYAN
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Most of the places I've written
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about, I don't want to see.
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Revolutions can be dangerous.
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They smile at each other and kiss. After a moment, as
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they pull apart, Susan notices something out the window
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and she moves past Bryan.
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SUSAN
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Hey...
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BRYAN
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What?
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SUSAN
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Something's happening out there.
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EXT. SPACE
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A small pinhole of light has appeared in space. It
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expands slowly for a moment, then suddenly rips wide
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open, sharp white light shining around its edges.
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INT. BRIDGE
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DATA
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Sir, I am picking up a radiation
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anomaly at heading 289, mark 6.
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Yellow alert. On screen.
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The view switches to a picture of the tear, a swirl of
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light pouring out of it.
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PICARD (CONT'D)
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A wormhole?
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It appears so, sir.
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A WARNING SIGNAL sounds.
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WORF
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Sensors indicate activity within the
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wormhole.
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EXT. SPACE
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Suddenly, ramming trough the hole, the small, dart-like
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form of a Tholian craft appears. It brakes unevenly for
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a moment, then rounds on the Enterprise as the rip
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closes behind it. As it maneuvers, the ship fires
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phasers, barely missing a warp nacelle.
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INT. BRIDGE
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WORF
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Tholians!
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Picard stands.
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PICARD
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Red alert.
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The KLAXONS sound.
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Shields up, defensive phaser fire
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only.
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WORF
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Shields cannot be raised! The Away
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Team is in transport!
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PICARD
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Evasive maneuvers. Raise shields as
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soon as you can.
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EXT. SPACE
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The Tholian ship looms towards the Enterprise as the
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bigger ship attempts to veer away.
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The Enterprise's phasers fire, but are absorbed by the
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Tholian's shields.
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The Tholian ship fires again, this time scoring a
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glancing hit on the strut supporting the port nacelle.
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The blue glow in the nacelle flickers uncertainly for a
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moment, then goes out.
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The Jennings are both rocked by the hit. The klaxons
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wail in the background.
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BRYAN
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(shouting)
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What's going on?
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SUSAN
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We're under attack! Hold on!
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They grab for something to hold on to.
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The bridge shakes from the hit.
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WORF
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Port nacelle is dead!
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PICARD
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Continue evasive. Long's Gambit.
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O'Brien, report!
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O'BRIEN
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Transporters are getting heavy
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interference, sir. I'm
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restabilizing the transmission now.
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O'Brien works feverishly at the controls.
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EXT. SPACE
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The Tholian ship banks and heads towards the Enterprise
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again.
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INT. TRANSPORTER ROOM
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O'Brien finishes his adjustments and Geordi and his team
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begin to appear on the transporter pads.
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INT. BRIDGE
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WORF
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Tholian ship is firing!
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O'BRIEN'S COM VOICE
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The Away Team is aboard!
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Raise shields!
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EXT. SPACE
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The Tholian ship fires again and hits the Enterprise
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with one phaser beam on the saucer section -- before the
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shields can go completely up. Explosions rock the ship,
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and debris and fires are visible as the Enterprise
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sweeps past the camera.
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FADE OUT.
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"Chain of Command"
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ACT ONE
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INT. BRIDGE
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The crew is tossed around.
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WORF
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Shields are up. Moderate damage to
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decks fifteen and sixteen.
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RIKER
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Fire phasers! Take his shields
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down, scare him off.
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The Enterprise suddenly turns on the Tholian ship,
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shrugging off a couple of phaser hits. It fires a
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phaser spread that takes out the Tholian's shields.
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The Tholian ship turns and warps out.
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WORF
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The Tholian ship is retreating, sir.
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Picard wants to ask about the casualties from the
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saucer hit, but knows his priorities.
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Set course for Federation space,
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Evasion Pattern Delta. Full
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impulse. Mr. Worf, continue long-
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range sensor scans.
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WORF
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Aye, sir. Casualty reports coming
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in.
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Picard waits for the information, stony-faced.
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WORF (CONT'D)
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Twenty-seven dead: six crew members,
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twenty-one civilians. Fifty-five
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injured, eight seriously. The third
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phaser blast hit crew quarters.
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Picard had hoped that it wouldn't be that bad.
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PICARD
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(to himself)
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Damn.
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EXT. ENTERPRISE
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The Enterprise is limping away on impulse, back toward
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Federation space. Suddenly, a small flare lights
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behind the ship -- the Guardian has been destroyed.
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PICARD (V.O.)
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Captain's Log, Stardate 46453.8.
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With the destruction of the
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Guardian, the Enterprise is
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attempting to return to Federation
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territory on impulse power alone,
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our warp drive seriously damaged in
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the Tholian attack. The death of
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|
twenty-seven people has only
|
|||
|
emphasized how precarious the
|
|||
|
situation is -- our capture in
|
|||
|
Tholian space would be a political
|
|||
|
and military disaster.
|
|||
|
|
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|
|
|||
|
INT. JENNINGS' QUARTERS
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Susan is sitting at a table, obviously distraught.
|
|||
|
After a moment, Bryan walks through the door, very
|
|||
|
sullen.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Susan stands and goes to her husband.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
Did you find out?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Richard's dead. Michelle's going to
|
|||
|
make it, but she'll have to have an
|
|||
|
artificial arm.
|
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|
|
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|
|
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|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
Jimmy?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Dead.
|
|||
|
(beat)
|
|||
|
Presumed dead. They couldn't find
|
|||
|
his body. They think it was pulled
|
|||
|
outside.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Susan pulls Bryan towards her and holds him tightly.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
Oh, God, Bryan...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
I know... I know...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
It's so awful. Imagine losing your
|
|||
|
whole family... just like that.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan's jaw tightens as he continues to hold Susan.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
(quietly)
|
|||
|
Shhh...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Susan is near tears.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
It seems so... so...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan seems different; angrier.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
...pointless.
|
|||
|
(beat)
|
|||
|
It all seems so pointless.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. OBSERVATION LOUNGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Data is concluding a background briefing on the
|
|||
|
Tholians.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
Little is known about the Tholians
|
|||
|
beyond rumor and myth. They are
|
|||
|
extremely territorial and have
|
|||
|
attacked several Federation outposts
|
|||
|
over the past decade, claiming the
|
|||
|
settlements are an incursion into
|
|||
|
their space.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Thank you, Mr. Data.
|
|||
|
(beat)
|
|||
|
Discussion?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF
|
|||
|
Where did that Tholian ship come
|
|||
|
from? Sensors detected no vessels
|
|||
|
in the entire sector.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
The Tholian ship emerged from what
|
|||
|
presumably was an artificial
|
|||
|
wormhole. Such phenomena are
|
|||
|
extremely rare and the likelihood
|
|||
|
that a naturally occurring one would
|
|||
|
directly benefit the Tholians is
|
|||
|
remote.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
An _artificial_ wormhole?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
It is the only available conclusion.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
It doesn't seem possible.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
There is a brief pause, each is silently considering
|
|||
|
options.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
GEORDI
|
|||
|
What about the Web?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Everyone looks slightly surprised. But it makes sense.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
TROI
|
|||
|
The Web?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
The Tholians, through unknown means,
|
|||
|
have the ability to create a field
|
|||
|
of distorted space-time called the
|
|||
|
"Web." The local effects of the Web
|
|||
|
are thought to be unstable,
|
|||
|
occasionally causing ships caught in
|
|||
|
it to be thrown through subspace.
|
|||
|
There is a standing Starfleet order
|
|||
|
to avoid Tholian ships traveling in
|
|||
|
the two-vessel configuration needed
|
|||
|
to create the Web.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
There are half a dozen cases where
|
|||
|
Federation ships were caught off-
|
|||
|
guard by the Tholians and either
|
|||
|
captured or transported light-years
|
|||
|
from their original position. Two
|
|||
|
were never heard from again, and
|
|||
|
were assumed to have been thrown
|
|||
|
clear of the galaxy.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF
|
|||
|
But the Tholians do not use the Web
|
|||
|
on their own ships.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
That we are aware of. Perhaps the
|
|||
|
technology has been sufficiently
|
|||
|
refined as to be used as a method of
|
|||
|
safe transport.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
(brain-storming)
|
|||
|
If they were to shift from two-ship
|
|||
|
patrols to three-ship patrols, they
|
|||
|
could move the third ship to
|
|||
|
anywhere it needed to be.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF
|
|||
|
That would explain how the outposts
|
|||
|
were surprised by their attackers.
|
|||
|
According to reports, there were no
|
|||
|
warnings.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. JENNINGS' QUARTERS
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan's character, from here on out, changes. His grief
|
|||
|
over the death of his friend is intense, but he has
|
|||
|
trouble expressing it as grief. His trip on the
|
|||
|
Enterprise is the first time he has stepped outside of
|
|||
|
the Ivory Tower -- his first contact with the real world
|
|||
|
after being steeped in theory and academia for most of
|
|||
|
his adult life. In many ways, he is an intelligent
|
|||
|
infant, unable to understand why things are not the way
|
|||
|
he believes they should be. He is not a bad person, but
|
|||
|
he is very, very naive, and he is reacting the only way
|
|||
|
his life-experience lets him.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
He and Susan have been having a intense discussion that
|
|||
|
is slowly elevating into an argument.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
Bryan! You can't talk like that.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Why not? Our friend is dead, Susan.
|
|||
|
His five-year-old son's body was
|
|||
|
sucked out of the ship. I just want
|
|||
|
to know why they died.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
But you can't!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Why not?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
You just can't. This is a Starfleet
|
|||
|
ship. You signed up to come with
|
|||
|
me. It's not like being on a
|
|||
|
planet.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
I don't think that because I agreed
|
|||
|
to come aboard, I gave up all my
|
|||
|
rights as a Federation citizen. I
|
|||
|
have a right to know, Susan! Don't
|
|||
|
you want to know why Richard died?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
Of course I do, but if Starfleet
|
|||
|
decides that I shouldn't, then that
|
|||
|
has to be good enough.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
I can't believe you're saying that!
|
|||
|
If I died tomorrow, wouldn't you
|
|||
|
want to know if my death had some
|
|||
|
meaning? Some purpose? If Rich and
|
|||
|
Jimmy died to save a planet, or to
|
|||
|
rescue a ship, or even in an
|
|||
|
accident, fine. Great. But I want
|
|||
|
to know.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Susan sighs.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
I see your point. I really do. I
|
|||
|
understand what you're saying, so
|
|||
|
please try to understand what I am
|
|||
|
saying.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
And that is?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
This is a Starfleet ship. It's the
|
|||
|
defense of the Federation. Some
|
|||
|
things have to happen in secret. If
|
|||
|
you knew what the Enterprise was
|
|||
|
doing, so would everybody else --
|
|||
|
including the Romulans and the
|
|||
|
Ferengi and the Borg and whoever
|
|||
|
that was shooting at us.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Whoever that was shooting at us
|
|||
|
already knows what the Enterprise is
|
|||
|
doing! Why can't we?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
You _can't_. That's just the way it
|
|||
|
is.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Then the way it is... is wrong.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. OBSERVATION LOUNGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
GEORDI
|
|||
|
The left nacelle strut is perforated
|
|||
|
and the warp field guidance conduit
|
|||
|
has been destroyed. I'm trying to
|
|||
|
extend the starboard warp bubble to
|
|||
|
enclose the entire ship, but even if
|
|||
|
it works, we'll still be lucky if we
|
|||
|
can hold warp one for more than a
|
|||
|
few days. We need to get to a
|
|||
|
starbase.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
How long will it take you to make
|
|||
|
the repairs?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
GEORDI
|
|||
|
About four hours. I've already got
|
|||
|
two teams working on it.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard pauses a moment as he considers this.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Data, how long will it take us to
|
|||
|
get out of Tholian space if we go to
|
|||
|
warp one in four hours?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
Approximately three days, nine hours
|
|||
|
and forty-six minutes, assuming the
|
|||
|
most direct route.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
And using Evasion Pattern Delta?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
Approximately five days, two hours.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
This is not welcome information.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
What are the chances of being found
|
|||
|
for both navigations?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
Given known Tholian technology,
|
|||
|
there is a 99.5 percent probability
|
|||
|
of being detected if we use the
|
|||
|
shortest-distance route. If we
|
|||
|
remain on our current course, there
|
|||
|
is an 85 percent chance of being
|
|||
|
discovered.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF
|
|||
|
Permission to ready defensive
|
|||
|
systems, Captain.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Granted.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
We're going to need them.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. JENNINGS' QUARTERS
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Susan is changing into a red Starfleet uniform. Their
|
|||
|
argument has intensified and shifted focus, and Bryan is
|
|||
|
beginning to shout. Again, his anger at Starfleet, at
|
|||
|
the system, is his way of dealing with grief --
|
|||
|
wrongheaded or not, he is attempting to give purpose to
|
|||
|
the deaths.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Dammit, Susan! If I'm going to die,
|
|||
|
I want to have some control over the
|
|||
|
situation.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
You're not going to die! Why do you
|
|||
|
keep saying that?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
I could die at any time! So could
|
|||
|
you, or anybody else on this ship!
|
|||
|
The difference is, you have some
|
|||
|
control over the situation. You get
|
|||
|
to sit up on the Bridge and know
|
|||
|
what's going on. I don't. None of
|
|||
|
the civilians do.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
It's a Starfleet ship! I'm in
|
|||
|
Starfleet!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
And because I'm not, I don't get to
|
|||
|
know what danger I'm going to be in?
|
|||
|
That's not fair! I signed my name,
|
|||
|
but I didn't give up control of my
|
|||
|
life. If fifty percent of the
|
|||
|
people on this ship are civilians,
|
|||
|
why don't we have fifty percent of
|
|||
|
the control?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
I'm not going to argue with you
|
|||
|
anymore, Bryan. I've got to go...
|
|||
|
I'll be late for my first bridge
|
|||
|
shift.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
(sarcastic)
|
|||
|
Great. Good luck. Drop me a line
|
|||
|
if we're all going to get killed.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
That's really unfair, Bryan. You
|
|||
|
know it is. Maybe you should go see
|
|||
|
the ship's counselor.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
So now it's a problem with me?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
No. It's just that... This is
|
|||
|
normal, in a way. You feel trapped
|
|||
|
and helpless. They expect that. We
|
|||
|
read about it in the academy. You
|
|||
|
can do something about it.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan laughs bitterly.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Yeah, I'll do something about it.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Susan looks uneasily at Bryan, then exits.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
But not with the ship's counselor.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
FADE OUT.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
END OF ACT ONE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
"Chain of Command"
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
ACT TWO
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
EXT. ENTERPRISE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The Enterprise is in warp, and the port nacelle is dark.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. MEETING ROOM
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
A large group of people fill the room, most dressed in
|
|||
|
black or Starfleet formal wear.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The small murmur that was running through the crowd
|
|||
|
rises slightly as soon as Picard and Troi, both dressed
|
|||
|
in formal wear, enter the room and everybody --
|
|||
|
especially Bryan -- watches as they walk to a podium.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
TROI
|
|||
|
(quietly, to Picard)
|
|||
|
Because of the number of people
|
|||
|
killed, almost everybody on board
|
|||
|
either knew one of the dead, or
|
|||
|
knows someone who did. They are in
|
|||
|
a period of grieving. Their pain is
|
|||
|
acute, and it ranges from intense
|
|||
|
sadness to anger to denial.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The sound of the crowd dies away as Picard reaches the
|
|||
|
podium and pauses to collect his thoughts for a moment.
|
|||
|
Troi stands behind him.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Throughout history, intelligent
|
|||
|
beings have sought out the unknown.
|
|||
|
From wooden rafts to starships, the
|
|||
|
common bond between sentient
|
|||
|
species, no matter the cultural or
|
|||
|
biological differences, is
|
|||
|
exploration. We are here, deep in
|
|||
|
space, far from our home worlds,
|
|||
|
driven by a universal curiosity...
|
|||
|
But this quest, this need to know,
|
|||
|
brings costs.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard pauses.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
Today, we mourn those who have lost
|
|||
|
their lives fulfilling a destiny.
|
|||
|
They have sacrificed the most that
|
|||
|
any one being can sacrifice in the
|
|||
|
pursuit of--
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan suddenly leaps out of his seat, a combination of
|
|||
|
rage and deep sadness. Troi focuses in on him and her
|
|||
|
expression changes.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Stop it!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard is taken aback.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
What?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Stop it! Stop with the patronizing!
|
|||
|
Stop with the condescension! Stop
|
|||
|
with the cliches!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard, normally a diplomat, is angry that someone would
|
|||
|
upset such a formal and solemn event. He snaps at
|
|||
|
Bryan.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Who are you? Identify yourself.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
My name is Bryan Jennings.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
And?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
And... my best friend is dead.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard softens.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
I'm sorry.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
(sadly)
|
|||
|
I am too.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan pauses for a moment, remembering Richard. Maybe
|
|||
|
he should just sit down and shut up... This is Bryan's
|
|||
|
point of no return, to accept the world the way it is,
|
|||
|
or to fight it. His anger resurfaces.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
There's something I'd like to know,
|
|||
|
Captain.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard waits for the question.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
Why did my friend die?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
(a little surprised)
|
|||
|
I beg your pardon?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
_Why_ did he die? Nobody will tell
|
|||
|
me. Yesterday I lost someone that I
|
|||
|
had known for almost ten years, and
|
|||
|
I can't find a reason for it.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
A ripple runs through the crowd, people begin murmuring.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
I'm sorry, Mr. Jenn--
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
(angry)
|
|||
|
I know you're sorry. That's not
|
|||
|
good enough.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan pauses for a moment, as the people around him
|
|||
|
begin to get louder.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
What are we doing here, Captain?
|
|||
|
Who was that that attacked us? Why
|
|||
|
did my friend die?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard sees where this is going and sets his jaw.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
(stern)
|
|||
|
I cannot tell you that.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Why not?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
It has been classified by Starfleet
|
|||
|
as secret.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
(incredulous)
|
|||
|
_Secret_? My friend died for a
|
|||
|
secret? None of those people chose
|
|||
|
to "sacrifice" their lives -- we
|
|||
|
have a right to know why they were
|
|||
|
taken from us.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The murmuring around Bryan gets louder. Another
|
|||
|
civilian, QUAN, stands up, tears running down his face.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
We are Federation citizens, Captain.
|
|||
|
We have every right to know what our
|
|||
|
government is doing, especially when
|
|||
|
it involves our lives.
|
|||
|
(beat)
|
|||
|
Who attacked us?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
I can not answer that, Mr. Jennings.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan turns to the crowd.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
Are we supposed to follow the man
|
|||
|
who managed to kill two dozen people
|
|||
|
before they even set foot in their
|
|||
|
quarters?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The room is churning, turbulent. The crew members,
|
|||
|
conspicuous in their Starfleet uniforms, squirm
|
|||
|
uncomfortably in their seats as some of the civilians
|
|||
|
stand, shouting.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan slowly turns back to Picard.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
_What_ is going on?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
EXT. ENTERPRISE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The Enterprise is limping along at warp one, the port
|
|||
|
nacelle still dark.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. READY ROOM
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
TROI and PICARD are seated, in the midst of an analysis
|
|||
|
of the events at the service.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
TROI
|
|||
|
Their emotions are gathering a focus
|
|||
|
they did not have before. For quite
|
|||
|
a few, grief and denial are being
|
|||
|
pushed aside by anger.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
The one who stood up.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
TROI
|
|||
|
Jennings. He is tortured, Captain.
|
|||
|
He is grieving intensely, but does
|
|||
|
not know how to cope with his pain.
|
|||
|
There is a ferocious urge to action
|
|||
|
in him -- he feels a need to change
|
|||
|
the world, to justify his friend's
|
|||
|
death.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
By revealing why he died.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
TROI
|
|||
|
I doubt that he would stop there.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The door CHIMES.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Come.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Susan enters.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
Ensign Jennings, reporting as
|
|||
|
ordered, sir.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Please sit down, Ensign. Thank you,
|
|||
|
Counselor.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Troi stands and exits as Susan sits down.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
Ensign, it is not a habit of mine to
|
|||
|
welcome new bridge officers aboard
|
|||
|
with a private conference. In your
|
|||
|
case, however, I feel the need.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
Because of my husband.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Yes.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
Captain, I don't know wh--
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard holds up his hand.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Ensign, your relationship with your
|
|||
|
husband is none of my business. But
|
|||
|
your position as a Bridge officer
|
|||
|
will give you knowledge of our
|
|||
|
orders... Knowledge that your
|
|||
|
husband, as a civilian, should not
|
|||
|
have.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Susan straightens up in her chair. She sees Picard is
|
|||
|
all business and reacts to that.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
(formally)
|
|||
|
Sir, what my husband chooses to say
|
|||
|
and do has no bearing on my position
|
|||
|
as an officer. Secret orders are
|
|||
|
just that... No matter what my
|
|||
|
husband might want to know.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
This is exactly what Picard expected to hear from a
|
|||
|
Starfleet officer. He stands, as does Susan.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Welcome aboard, Ensign.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
Thank you, sir.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Susan turns and leaves.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. TEN-FORWARD
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan and a small group of people from the service sit
|
|||
|
at a table. They have been having a heated discussion.
|
|||
|
Bryan has collected himself and his political science
|
|||
|
training is surfacing.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
And what I say is that the moral
|
|||
|
legitimacy of a government comes
|
|||
|
from the local level. Every other
|
|||
|
citizen in the Federation might
|
|||
|
think that Picard has the sole
|
|||
|
authority over this ship, but
|
|||
|
they're not here. We are.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
QUAN
|
|||
|
So...?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
So we define if the government is
|
|||
|
legitimate or not.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
COLLIER
|
|||
|
(a little shocked)
|
|||
|
Are you saying we should reject the
|
|||
|
Federation?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
No, no, not at all. You're
|
|||
|
misunderstanding me. The Federation
|
|||
|
is a good government, and it has the
|
|||
|
legitimacy that all good governments
|
|||
|
have: the ultimate source of
|
|||
|
authority is the people.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
COLLIER
|
|||
|
(thoughtfully)
|
|||
|
OK.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
But the Enterprise is a government,
|
|||
|
too. We are Federation citizens,
|
|||
|
yes, but we are also citizens of the
|
|||
|
Enterprise. Our day-to-day lives
|
|||
|
have more to do with this ship than
|
|||
|
with anything else.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
QUAN
|
|||
|
And...?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
And we have no control over what
|
|||
|
goes on here! We're trapped in a
|
|||
|
totalitarian society!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
COLLIER
|
|||
|
That's going a little overboard with
|
|||
|
the rhetoric, isn't it?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
No, not at all. The key feature of
|
|||
|
totalitarianism is that the
|
|||
|
government controls every aspect of
|
|||
|
the society. That's exactly what
|
|||
|
the Enterprise is like: Picard
|
|||
|
doesn't want us to know why we were
|
|||
|
attacked, so we don't get to know.
|
|||
|
It's as simple as that. When was
|
|||
|
the last time you got to vote about
|
|||
|
something that this ship did? Would
|
|||
|
you have put my friend in danger?
|
|||
|
(indicating Quan)
|
|||
|
Or your wife?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
QUAN
|
|||
|
OK. Point made. So what do we do
|
|||
|
about it?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Now? Thoreau and Machiavelli,
|
|||
|
that's what we do.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
EXT. ENTERPRISE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The Enterprise is at warp, and the port nacelle is
|
|||
|
unlit.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD (V.O.)
|
|||
|
Captain's Log, Stardate 46455.1.
|
|||
|
While the Tholians, to our
|
|||
|
knowledge, have not yet detected the
|
|||
|
Enterprise, a new situation has
|
|||
|
arisen on board. A group of
|
|||
|
citizens, claiming to represent the
|
|||
|
families of crewmembers, has made
|
|||
|
its existence known, loudly and
|
|||
|
repeatedly. They have scheduled an
|
|||
|
appointment with me, to present
|
|||
|
their "demands."
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Susan is at Conn.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The Turbolift doors open and Bryan and a small group,
|
|||
|
Quan and Collier among them, emerge. Bryan and Susan
|
|||
|
exchange cold glances.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
The Citizens' Committee to see
|
|||
|
Captain Picard.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. READY ROOM
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER'S COM VOICE
|
|||
|
Captain?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Yes, Number One.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER'S COM VOICE
|
|||
|
The "Citizens' Committee" is here.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Send them in.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The door opens and the Citizens' Committee walks in,
|
|||
|
Bryan leading.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan sees this confrontation as a test of wills, of
|
|||
|
democracy against totalitarianism, as his memorial to
|
|||
|
Richard. Picard sees it as a nuisance.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Mr. Jennings.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
(coldly)
|
|||
|
Captain Picard.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Please sit down.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
No, thank you.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Very well. May I ask the reason for
|
|||
|
this meeting?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan straightens himself up, very formal.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Captain Picard, the members of the
|
|||
|
Citizens' Committee, recognizing
|
|||
|
that all power is derived from those
|
|||
|
governed, demand to be consulted by
|
|||
|
you on all matters affecting the
|
|||
|
health or safety of the people on
|
|||
|
board this ship.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard leans forward.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Consulted?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Yes. It is our belief that your
|
|||
|
sole executive control of this
|
|||
|
vessel is a violation of the
|
|||
|
democratic principles of the
|
|||
|
Federation.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard sits silently.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
Therefore, as representatives of
|
|||
|
fifty percent of the individuals in
|
|||
|
this community, we demand an equal
|
|||
|
share of the authority.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard remains silent. Bryan is a little flustered at
|
|||
|
Picard's lack of response -- he hadn't considered this
|
|||
|
possibility and is running out of oratory.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
You, er, you will consult with the
|
|||
|
Citizens' Committee before any major
|
|||
|
decision, and a mutual veto will be
|
|||
|
put in place between the military
|
|||
|
and civilian command.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard slowly leans back in his chair.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Mr. Jennings, are you finished?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
(unsure of himself)
|
|||
|
Yes. I am.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Then please remove yourself from my
|
|||
|
Bridge.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan is stunned.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
What?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Mr. Jennings, your "demands" are out
|
|||
|
of the question. I grieve for your
|
|||
|
friend, just as I grieve for
|
|||
|
everyone who was killed in the
|
|||
|
attack. But mutiny, or the threat
|
|||
|
of mutiny, will not be tolerated
|
|||
|
aboard this ship.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan begins to grow angry.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
You misunderstand me, Captain. This
|
|||
|
isn't mutiny. We are simply trying
|
|||
|
to gain control of our lives.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
There is precious little difference,
|
|||
|
Mr. Jennings. This is the real
|
|||
|
world. You made certain concessions
|
|||
|
when you came aboard the Enterprise
|
|||
|
-- and that includes accepting that
|
|||
|
I am the commander of this ship. If
|
|||
|
you choose not to abide by that
|
|||
|
agreement, you may leave the ship
|
|||
|
when we reach Starbase 2-0-9.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
And until then?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Until then... I would advise you to
|
|||
|
cease your attacks on my authority.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan is now quite upset.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
You've just made a very serious
|
|||
|
mistake, Picard. Remember your own
|
|||
|
history -- Louis XVI was French, too.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
He turns, pushes through the rest of the Citizens'
|
|||
|
Committee, and storms out.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
FADE OUT.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
END OF ACT TWO
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
"Chain of Command"
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
ACT THREE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. OBSERVATION LOUNGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
An "afternoon" briefing is in progress.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
GEORDI
|
|||
|
I'm sorry, sir, but the damage is
|
|||
|
just too extensive. Warp one is all
|
|||
|
that we're going to be capable of
|
|||
|
until we get to a starbase, and
|
|||
|
that's tenuous.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
Tenuous?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
GEORDI
|
|||
|
The modifications we did were all
|
|||
|
sleight-of-hand. The circuit re-
|
|||
|
routing isn't even close to standard
|
|||
|
and there's no guarantee that it
|
|||
|
will hold. The load required to
|
|||
|
maintain a warp bubble is incredible
|
|||
|
and the work we did is held together
|
|||
|
by spit more than anything else.
|
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|
|
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|
RIKER
|
|||
|
Great.
|
|||
|
|
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|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Mr. Data, our progress?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
At our current speed, the edge of
|
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|
Tholian space remains forty-three
|
|||
|
hours and nine minutes away. If
|
|||
|
warp power were to fail, the journey
|
|||
|
would increase to approximately
|
|||
|
three weeks, two days, four hours.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. TEN-FORWARD
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan, Quan, Collier and about half a dozen others are
|
|||
|
crowded around a table. Bryan's emotional response has
|
|||
|
shifted from grief for Richard to anger at, and a
|
|||
|
determination to best, Picard.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
(shaking his head)
|
|||
|
I still don't believe it.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
COLLIER
|
|||
|
You actually expected him to give
|
|||
|
you what you wanted? You thought he
|
|||
|
was just going to say, "Here, have
|
|||
|
it"?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
No... No, I didn't. But the way he
|
|||
|
acted. He was so arrogant!
|
|||
|
(mocking)
|
|||
|
"Precious little difference, Mr.
|
|||
|
Jennings." He actually treated us
|
|||
|
with contempt!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
QUAN
|
|||
|
He's a power-monger.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
He didn't even look at our demands.
|
|||
|
He brushed us off like we didn't
|
|||
|
matter. Like what the people think
|
|||
|
didn't matter.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
COLLIER
|
|||
|
You're the one who called him a
|
|||
|
dictator.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Looks like I was right.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
QUAN
|
|||
|
How do we get him? What now?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Now, we act. This is following the
|
|||
|
classic cycle. He might as well
|
|||
|
have said, "Let them eat cake."
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
COLLIER
|
|||
|
So what do we do?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
The first step toward revolution is
|
|||
|
organization. We organize.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. OBSERVATION LOUNGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Troi is standing next to the computer screen, which is
|
|||
|
displaying a picture of Bryan with text next to it.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
TROI
|
|||
|
He graduated from the Gill Academy
|
|||
|
of Social Science on Stardate 39225.
|
|||
|
His thesis was titled "Authoritarian
|
|||
|
Regimes and Their Democratic
|
|||
|
Successors" and compared various
|
|||
|
popular uprisings throughout
|
|||
|
history. While Gill's graduation
|
|||
|
committee criticized his work for
|
|||
|
its use of overt rhetoric and
|
|||
|
ideology, Jennings was unanimously
|
|||
|
voted his degree. His wife, Susan,
|
|||
|
is an ensign currently assigned to
|
|||
|
the Conn during the second shift.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF
|
|||
|
(to Picard)
|
|||
|
Sir, she should be removed from
|
|||
|
duty. If Jennings poses a threat,
|
|||
|
his wife could--
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Mr. Worf, Susan Jennings is an
|
|||
|
Starfleet officer and a member of my
|
|||
|
crew. No matter what her husband's
|
|||
|
intentions, she will not endanger
|
|||
|
her ship any more than you or I.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF
|
|||
|
I must object, sir.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
I refuse to punish a member of my
|
|||
|
crew simply because her husband
|
|||
|
dislikes me.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF
|
|||
|
Then Bryan Jennings should be placed
|
|||
|
under surveillance.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Lieutenant, I need hardly remind you
|
|||
|
that witch-hunts and dictatorships
|
|||
|
begin when we question the right to
|
|||
|
speak freely, no matter what is
|
|||
|
being said.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Worf looks down at his hands.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
(to the group)
|
|||
|
Mr. Jennings is to remain unmolested
|
|||
|
until he, or his group, commits a
|
|||
|
crime or endangers this ship. I am
|
|||
|
not the tyrant he believes I am.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. TEN-FORWARD
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
There is considerable heat in the discussion.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
(passionately)
|
|||
|
Every democratic revolution in
|
|||
|
history has begun with just a few
|
|||
|
people standing up and asserting
|
|||
|
what was right. Half this ship is
|
|||
|
civilian, and we deserve half the
|
|||
|
control. If we're successful here,
|
|||
|
we could make the Enterprise into a
|
|||
|
Potempkin. It wouldn't just be _a_
|
|||
|
revolution, but _the_ revolution --
|
|||
|
the people would finally assert
|
|||
|
themselves in the last bastion of
|
|||
|
authoritarianism in the Federation.
|
|||
|
The petty tyrant who runs this boat
|
|||
|
will be beaten.
|
|||
|
(beat, softer)
|
|||
|
Richard's death will make sense.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
There is a brief pause. Bryan looks sad.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
QUAN
|
|||
|
(caught up, eager)
|
|||
|
How do we start?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan snaps back to the present.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
The Citizens' Committee is already
|
|||
|
set up. If we use that as an
|
|||
|
organizing body, half the battle is
|
|||
|
won. We need to set up a voting
|
|||
|
structure; design how we are going
|
|||
|
to--
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan stops as he notices the Committee looking past
|
|||
|
him. Picard has entered Ten-Forward and stops short as
|
|||
|
he sees Bryan. Picard turns towards the bar and begins
|
|||
|
to order a drink.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Ignore him. They'll all be
|
|||
|
superfluous soon. After we set up
|
|||
|
the voting structure--
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
QUAN
|
|||
|
(to Picard)
|
|||
|
Murderer!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard tenses up and turns towards the group at the
|
|||
|
table. He approaches stiffly.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
(angry)
|
|||
|
Who said that?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Quan stands up.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
QUAN
|
|||
|
You killed my wife!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Quan reaches for Picard, but is held back by the people
|
|||
|
at the table.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Mr. Jennings...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
You do what you have to do, Picard.
|
|||
|
We'll do what we have to.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Inciting riots will get you thrown
|
|||
|
in the brig.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Riots? We're not like you, Picard.
|
|||
|
We think violence is immoral. This
|
|||
|
will be a bloodless revolution.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
(surprised)
|
|||
|
Revolution?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
We have no choice.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Everyone has choices, Mr. Jennings.
|
|||
|
You chose to come on this ship.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
I didn't choose to die. I didn't
|
|||
|
choose to see my friends die.
|
|||
|
That's what this is all about. None
|
|||
|
of us has any choice. The people on
|
|||
|
the Bridge make our choices for us.
|
|||
|
That's what's wrong. That's why
|
|||
|
we're here.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. JENNINGS' QUARTERS
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
It was great! He just stood there.
|
|||
|
He knew I was right.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
Bryan, you can't keep doing this.
|
|||
|
You're blowing this whole thing out
|
|||
|
of proportion.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Out of proportion? Remember Rich?
|
|||
|
Remember Jimmy?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
Of course I do. But you're running
|
|||
|
around like a madman! The Captain
|
|||
|
actually had to question my loyalty.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan looks at Susan.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
What did you tell him?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
Bryan, I'm a Starfleet officer.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
And what does that mean?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
It means I'm loyal to Starfleet.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Loyal? Loyalty to tyranny is noting
|
|||
|
to brag ab...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan stops in mid-sentence, trailing off. Something
|
|||
|
has just occurred to him.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
You know, don't you? You know
|
|||
|
what's going on.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Susan had hoped that it would never come to this. She
|
|||
|
sees what Bryan is going to do and considers it
|
|||
|
tremendously unfair. She stands silently.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
You _know_. You know why we're
|
|||
|
here...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
I'm not going to answer that.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Do you know the entire mission?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
I'm not going to answer that.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Tell me.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Susan turns directly toward Bryan.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
No.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Tell me!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
No.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan suddenly looks vulnerable, almost pathetic.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Please. For Rich. I need to know.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
(matter-of-factly)
|
|||
|
You can stop asking, Bryan. I'm not
|
|||
|
going to tell you.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan dissolves back to anger and disgust.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
So that's it. You've made your
|
|||
|
choice.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
What's that supposed to mean?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
You've chosen the tyrant... over
|
|||
|
your husband.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
I'm not choosing sides! I'm doing
|
|||
|
my job.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
That's what they said at Nuremberg,
|
|||
|
Susan. That's what they said at New
|
|||
|
Delhi.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
There's a long silence. Susan takes a slow breath.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
You're not the man I married, Bryan.
|
|||
|
You've changed. In three days,
|
|||
|
you've become a completely different
|
|||
|
person.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Susan, this is what I _am_.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
(bitter)
|
|||
|
A lunatic? A demagogue?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
I don't believe you. Do you mean to
|
|||
|
tell me that you're content to be
|
|||
|
one of Picard's lackeys? To follow
|
|||
|
him and oppress the rest of us?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
For a moment, Susan looks at Bryan, unbelieving.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
Get out. Just get out of here.
|
|||
|
Find somewhere else to sleep.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan stares at her for a moment, anger spilling over.
|
|||
|
Suddenly, he turns and storms out.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. MAIN BRIDGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The night watch is in place. SUPERNUMERARIES are
|
|||
|
working at all the positions, with GARRISON at Tactical.
|
|||
|
Data sits in the Captain's chair.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
(to ceiling)
|
|||
|
Ship's Log, Stardate 46456.2. The
|
|||
|
Enterprise continues out of Tholian
|
|||
|
space on damaged warp engines.
|
|||
|
Despite the probability of Tholian
|
|||
|
contact, we have thus far avoided
|
|||
|
any confrontatio--
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
GARRISON
|
|||
|
Commander! There are irregular
|
|||
|
fluctuations in the warp bubble.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
Are you able to stabilize them?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
GARRISON
|
|||
|
No, sir. The bubble is collapsing.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
EXT. ENTERPRISE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The Enterprise drops out of warp.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. PICARD'S QUARTERS
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard is asleep. An alarm wakes him.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Yes?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA'S COM VOICE
|
|||
|
Captain, the Enterprise has dropped
|
|||
|
out of warp.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard stands and looks out the window. He begins to
|
|||
|
take off his pajamas.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
On my way.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
EXT. HALLWAY
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The door opens and Picard, now in uniform, takes
|
|||
|
one step out before pulling up short.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The hallway is lined with people, all sitting on the
|
|||
|
floor, blocking any easy movement. Bryan is directly
|
|||
|
across the hall from Picard.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Good morning, Captain.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
FADE OUT.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
END OF ACT THREE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
"Chain of Command"
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
ACT FOUR
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. CORRIDOR
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Mr. Jennings?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Captain. I warned you that there
|
|||
|
would be a revolution. Welcome to
|
|||
|
it.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Civil disobedience.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
And passive resistance.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard is deep in thought for a moment.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
I see.
|
|||
|
(beat)
|
|||
|
You will be asked to leave the ship
|
|||
|
when we arrive at Starbase 2-0-9.
|
|||
|
If your actions hamper the function
|
|||
|
of this ship in any way, I will have
|
|||
|
you confined to quarters.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Getting rid of me won't change the
|
|||
|
situation, Captain. This is a
|
|||
|
movement. There are hundreds of
|
|||
|
people like us, all over the ship.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard looks surprised.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
Never underestimate the power of
|
|||
|
ideas, Captain. Freedom of
|
|||
|
information, freedom of choice,
|
|||
|
freedom to know just what's going on
|
|||
|
in our lives. That's what we want.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Good-bye, Mr. Jennings.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
He turns to leave, but stops suddenly, just short of
|
|||
|
stepping on someone.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Good-bye, Captain. See you soon.
|
|||
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|
|||
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|
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|
INT. CORRIDOR
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Long shot down hall as Picard carefully picks his way
|
|||
|
though a dozen or so people laying across the floor.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard enters from the AFT TURBOLIFT. The bridge is at
|
|||
|
yellow alert, and the crew has shifted accordingly.
|
|||
|
Geordi is working at the engineering station, Riker has
|
|||
|
relieved Data of command, Data has moved to Ops, Worf
|
|||
|
has replaced Garrison at Tactical, and Susan is
|
|||
|
stationed at Conn. There is an urgency in everybody's
|
|||
|
actions. Nobody wants to hang around long.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
Captain?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
I was delayed, Number One. Mr.
|
|||
|
LaForge, the situation?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
GEORDI
|
|||
|
We've isolated the problem. It
|
|||
|
looks like we collided with a fairly
|
|||
|
large meteor. Normally the
|
|||
|
deflectors would have had no problem
|
|||
|
with the stress, but because we re-
|
|||
|
routed warp power through them...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
How long until repairs are complete?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Geordi finishes working at the keyboard and stands up.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
GEORDI
|
|||
|
About five minutes. Some power
|
|||
|
feeds in Engineering need to be
|
|||
|
changed.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Make it so.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Geordi heads for the Aft Turbolift and exits.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
Mr. Worf?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF
|
|||
|
We have not been scanned, sir.
|
|||
|
Phasers and photon torpedoes are
|
|||
|
standing by.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Very well.
|
|||
|
(beat)
|
|||
|
Data, is there a way to determine
|
|||
|
the number of people lying in
|
|||
|
corridors?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
(surprised)
|
|||
|
Sir?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
In a moment, Number One.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Data types a bit.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
Yes, sir. There are 120 people in
|
|||
|
corridors at the moment, 68 of whom
|
|||
|
are lying down.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard is lost in thought. Riker snaps him out of it.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
Lying down, sir?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Outside my quarters, I was
|
|||
|
confronted by Mr. Jennings. Lying
|
|||
|
across my doorway.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
Protests.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
So it would appear.
|
|||
|
(to ceiling)
|
|||
|
Picard to Engineering. Mr. LaForge,
|
|||
|
your progress?
|
|||
|
(beat)
|
|||
|
Mr. LaForge?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. ENGINEERING
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DUFFY
|
|||
|
Uh, Captain, this is Lieutenant
|
|||
|
Duffy. Mr. LaForge isn't here.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard and Riker exchanged surprised looks.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Thank you, Mr. Duffy. Computer,
|
|||
|
locate Mr. LaForge.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
COMPUTER (V.O.)
|
|||
|
Lieutenant Commander LaForge is in
|
|||
|
Aft Access Hallway 42.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Data?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Data types a bit.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
No one is lying down, sir, but a
|
|||
|
large group of people is assembled
|
|||
|
in one area.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Picard to LaForge. Geordi, what's
|
|||
|
your situation?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. CORRIDOR
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Geordi is surrounded by about a dozen people, a
|
|||
|
different group than outside Picard's quarters. He is
|
|||
|
unsuccessfully attempting to push his way through
|
|||
|
clasped arms. There are angry shouts.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PROTESTOR #1
|
|||
|
Fascist!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PROTESTOR #2
|
|||
|
Killer!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
GEORDI
|
|||
|
Not good, Captain. I'm trying to
|
|||
|
work my way through a crowd...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Geordi is hit, probably accidentally.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
GEORDI (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
Oof!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Worf, send a security detail. Get
|
|||
|
LaForge to Engineering. Stun the
|
|||
|
protesters if need be.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF
|
|||
|
Aye, sir.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Worf begins tapping keys, then suddenly reacts to a
|
|||
|
display.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
Sir! We have just been scanned!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Riker reacts, Picard stands.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Data?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
Confirmed. A wormhole is forming to
|
|||
|
starboard.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Shields up.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF
|
|||
|
Aye, sir.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Status of the security team?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF
|
|||
|
(beat, shamed)
|
|||
|
Delayed.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
A Tholian ship rams through the wormhole and steers
|
|||
|
towards the Enterprise.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
The Tholian ship has cleared the
|
|||
|
wormhole.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Defensive fire only.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
Another wormhole is forming to port.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
The security team?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF
|
|||
|
Still delayed.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard makes a quick decision.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Picard to Transporter Room. Beam
|
|||
|
LaForge directly to Engineering.
|
|||
|
Now!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. CORRIDOR
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Considerably battered, Geordi continues to push his way
|
|||
|
through.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
GEORDI
|
|||
|
Let me _throu--_
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
He beams out.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. ENGINEERING
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Geordi beams in, finishing his push against nothing.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
He regains his balance and heads for a console.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
GEORDI
|
|||
|
Engineering to Bridge. LaForge
|
|||
|
here, Captain. Give me five
|
|||
|
minutes.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The second Tholian ship has just emerged from the
|
|||
|
wormhole and both turn towards the Enterprise.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The Tholians fire, but their shots are absorbed by the
|
|||
|
shields.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The ships shakes slightly.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Pericles Evasion. Worf, a photon
|
|||
|
torpedo between them.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF
|
|||
|
Aye, sir.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The Enterprise launches a photon torpedo directly
|
|||
|
between the Tholian ships, and it explodes as both
|
|||
|
ships veer off in opposite directions.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
LaForge!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
GEORDI'S COM VOICE
|
|||
|
Almost!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF
|
|||
|
Sir! The Tholians are forming a
|
|||
|
Web!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The two Tholian ships have moved next to each other,
|
|||
|
directly in front of the Enterprise. Suddenly, they
|
|||
|
begin moving away from each other, the space between
|
|||
|
them growing murky and distorted. The ships begin to
|
|||
|
arc around the Enterprise, intending to surround it.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
LaForge!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. ENGINEERING
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Geordi finishes his work.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
GEORDI
|
|||
|
Done!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Warp one, any heading!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The Enterprise stretches out and disappears.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The Web being formed collapses and the two Tholian ships
|
|||
|
warp out after the Enterprise.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF
|
|||
|
The Tholians are in pursuit.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Continual fire of aft photon
|
|||
|
torpedoes, random dispersal.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF
|
|||
|
Aye, sir.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Photons jet out of the back of the Enterprise.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The Tholian ships attempt to dodge the explosions, but
|
|||
|
eventually give up and drop pursuit.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF
|
|||
|
They have dropped out of warp,
|
|||
|
Captain.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard is very, very stern.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
(to Susan)
|
|||
|
Continue evasive course, Ensign.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Riker approaches Picard.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
Shall I have Jennings arrested?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard thinks for a moment.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
No...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
Something has to be done, sir.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Something will be done, Number One.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
EXT. ENTERPRISE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The ship is in warp, the port nacelle still dark.
|
|||
|
Several hours have gone by.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. CORRIDOR
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD'S COM VOICE
|
|||
|
Picard to Mr. Bryan Jennings.
|
|||
|
Report to the Bridge.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
People erupt in a cheer, clapping and whistling. Bryan
|
|||
|
smiles. He stands and walks to a comm panel.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Ride got a little bumpy there,
|
|||
|
Captain.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD'S COM VOICE
|
|||
|
(stern)
|
|||
|
Report to the Bridge, Mr. Jennings.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
That sounded like an order.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The Bridge personnel have changed. Worf is gone,
|
|||
|
replaced by JEFFERSON at Tactical. A SUPERNUMERARY
|
|||
|
works at Conn and Data fills Ops. Riker and Picard
|
|||
|
stand.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard grits his teeth.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
(overemphasized)
|
|||
|
Please come to the Bridge.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN'S COM VOICE
|
|||
|
I won't be alone, Captain. The
|
|||
|
Citizens' Committee will be with me.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
So be it.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. CORRIDOR
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The members of the Citizens' Committee stand to join
|
|||
|
Bryan.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
This, my friends, is the first day
|
|||
|
of the future.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
He and the Committee exit.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The Aft Turbolift opens and Bryan and the Committee step
|
|||
|
out.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Captain.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard whirls on Bryan.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Mr. Jennings, you have made running
|
|||
|
this ship an impossibility. Your
|
|||
|
"passive resistance" very nearly
|
|||
|
cost everybody aboard their lives.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan is a little taken aback, but recovers quickly.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Come now, Captain. That's being a
|
|||
|
little dramatic, isn't it?
|
|||
|
(beat)
|
|||
|
But then I wouldn't know. Civilians
|
|||
|
aren't allowed to know when their
|
|||
|
lives are in danger.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard fumes.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN (CONT'D)
|
|||
|
You know what we want, Captain. I
|
|||
|
don't see that there's anything
|
|||
|
wrong with wanting to have the power
|
|||
|
to control our own lives.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard nods.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Indeed. And you shall have it. You
|
|||
|
have made the situation completely
|
|||
|
intolerable. I forfeit control of
|
|||
|
the Enterprise to you.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan really didn't expect this. He's taken completely
|
|||
|
by surprise. Riker appears to be.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
You what?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
Sir?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard ignores both Bryan and Riker.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Number One, brief the... Citizens'
|
|||
|
Committee. Good-bye, Mr. Jennings.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Picard walks stiffly to the Aft Turbolift and exits.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Jennings stares at Riker, stunned.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
FADE OUT.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
END OF ACT FOUR
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
"Chain of Command"
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
ACT FIVE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. BRIDGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan and the Citizens' Committee are all staggered.
|
|||
|
Riker glowers.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Well... Uh... Riker, does this
|
|||
|
mean I... I mean we, are in charge?
|
|||
|
Officially?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Riker looks at Bryan with contempt.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
It means, Mr. Jennings, that you and
|
|||
|
your Citizens' Committee are now in
|
|||
|
command of this ship.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
But... But if Picard resigns,
|
|||
|
shouldn't command fall to you?
|
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|
|
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|
RIKER
|
|||
|
Data.
|
|||
|
|
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|
Data is puzzled.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
Sir?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
The regulation regarding a captain's
|
|||
|
abdication.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
Yes, sir.
|
|||
|
(turns to Bryan)
|
|||
|
Within certain restrictions, a
|
|||
|
captain may temporarily relinquish
|
|||
|
command to whomever he wishes.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Temporarily?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
Yes, sir. The decision can only be
|
|||
|
made in crisis situations, and can
|
|||
|
be countermanded by any Starfleet
|
|||
|
officer who outranks the captain.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
Until we re-enter Federation
|
|||
|
territory and establish sub-space
|
|||
|
communication... you are in charge.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan begins to recover -- he's won.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
(to himself)
|
|||
|
I had no idea that it would be so
|
|||
|
simple. I mean, I'd read about it,
|
|||
|
but it actually happened...
|
|||
|
(beat, to Riker)
|
|||
|
Re-enter Federation territory?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
The Enterprise is currently in
|
|||
|
Tholian space. The odds are that
|
|||
|
there are Tholian ships out there,
|
|||
|
right now, trying to find us. Shall
|
|||
|
I call the Captain?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
What? No. Of course not. The
|
|||
|
citizens are in charge, now. We'll
|
|||
|
do things my way.
|
|||
|
(barks out an order)
|
|||
|
Fill us in on the details of this
|
|||
|
mission, Mr. Riker.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Riker sets his jaw.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
We're on a rescue mission. The
|
|||
|
Tholians surprised us while we were
|
|||
|
retrieving the crew of a damaged
|
|||
|
ship.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
That's--
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
--what happened to the civilians.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Why are we still here?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
Our warp drive was damaged during
|
|||
|
the battle. We can barely hold warp
|
|||
|
one.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan understands now.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
If you had just told us...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
It's a Starfleet secret.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan explodes.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Don't give me that! All of this
|
|||
|
could have been avoided if--
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
JEFFERSON
|
|||
|
Sir! We have just been scanned!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
Damn.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
What?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
They've found us again. Data, begin
|
|||
|
defensive postu--
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Hey! I'm in charge here.
|
|||
|
(he indicates Council)
|
|||
|
We're in charge.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
You're kidding.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
No, I'm not. We fought hard for
|
|||
|
this.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
You don't know what you're doing!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
One more outburst from you, Riker,
|
|||
|
and I'll have you removed from the
|
|||
|
Bridge! If I need your advice, I'll
|
|||
|
ask. Otherwise, keep your mouth
|
|||
|
shut.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
Jennings...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
A warning sound begins.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
Readings show a wormhole has opened
|
|||
|
in our path.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
(to Riker)
|
|||
|
Wormhole?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
It's how the Tholians travel!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan looks a little nervous.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
OK. Uh, prepare to fire.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Riker steps quickly toward Bryan.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
You can't do that!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Why not?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
Sensors indicate a Tholian ship has
|
|||
|
emerged from the wormhole.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
Right now, all we've done is angered
|
|||
|
the Tholians by trespassing into
|
|||
|
their space. But destroying a
|
|||
|
Tholian ship would lead to war. You
|
|||
|
_can't_.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Uh...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
JEFFERSON
|
|||
|
The Tholians are firing!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan's eyes go wide.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Uh...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
A photon torpedo comes blazing straight toward the
|
|||
|
viewscreen. It hits. Some lights go out, others blink
|
|||
|
on and off, alert sounds are heard, and a few fuses blow
|
|||
|
-- the ship, however, does not shake.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
Readings show we have dropped out of
|
|||
|
warp.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
JEFFERSON
|
|||
|
Moderate damage to secondary hull,
|
|||
|
sir. Casualty reports coming in.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan is stunned.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
There were casualties?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
On the viewscreen, the Tholian ship loops towards the
|
|||
|
Enterprise.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
JEFFERSON
|
|||
|
The Tholians are firing again!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Phasers lash at the ship. More lights go out. Sparks
|
|||
|
fly. A low rumble begins and builds.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
What's going on?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The rumble gets louder, followed by a horrible
|
|||
|
explosion. The ship still does not shake.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
What was _that_?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
Computer, reverse angle on the
|
|||
|
viewscreen!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The viewscreen changes to a view back over the spine of
|
|||
|
the Enterprise. The remains of a warp nacelle can be
|
|||
|
seen spiraling off into space as fires and small
|
|||
|
explosions run up and down along the strut.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
There is stunned silence for a moment.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Oh, my God...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
Readings show complete destruction
|
|||
|
of all propulsion systems and a
|
|||
|
primary hull breach in Engineering.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
Bridge to Engineering! Geordi!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Static plays for a moment.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
JEFFERSON
|
|||
|
The Tholians are requesting
|
|||
|
communication.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan still stares horrified at the viewscreen.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
JEFFERSON
|
|||
|
Sir?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
What? Oh! Yes. Yes!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The viewscreen switches to the face of the Tholian
|
|||
|
captain.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
THOLIAN
|
|||
|
Federation ship, this space is
|
|||
|
claimed by the Tholian Assembly.
|
|||
|
You will surrender immediately or be
|
|||
|
destroyed.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Uh... Look, can't we talk about
|
|||
|
this? This whole thing has been a
|
|||
|
mistake.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
THOLIAN
|
|||
|
Surrender immediately.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Listen to me. We apologize. If you
|
|||
|
would just let us go, we promise--
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The communications channel closes.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
JEFFERSON
|
|||
|
They've cut communications, sir.
|
|||
|
Their phasers are powering up.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Again, Bryan panics.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Get them back! Get them back!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
JEFFERSON
|
|||
|
Channel open.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
We surrender!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Riker jumps up out of his chair.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
You can't do that!
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
JEFFERSON
|
|||
|
(to Bryan)
|
|||
|
No response, sir.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
(to Riker, almost
|
|||
|
pleading)
|
|||
|
Riker, there's got to be a way to
|
|||
|
let them know that we'll surrender.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
We can't surrender.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Why not?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
You say you're representing the
|
|||
|
people of this starship. Does that
|
|||
|
mean that when you say you're
|
|||
|
willing to taken prisoner, you're
|
|||
|
speaking for everyone?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
I don't... Of course not.
|
|||
|
(turns to Committee)
|
|||
|
Should we surrender?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The Committee collectively takes a step back. They're
|
|||
|
more overwhelmed by all this than Bryan is.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
QUAN
|
|||
|
We, uh... We can't speak for the
|
|||
|
whole ship. It wouldn't be fair.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
You're right. We need to have a
|
|||
|
vote.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
A warning sound turns Bryan's attention back to Ops.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
Readings show another Tholian ship
|
|||
|
is entering scanner range.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
What does that mean?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
They know we're wrecked. They're
|
|||
|
probably planning on towing us back
|
|||
|
home, taking us all prisoner and
|
|||
|
stripping the Enterprise for its
|
|||
|
technology.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
So what do we do?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Riker stares at Bryan.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
You're asking my advice?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Dammit, Riker! What?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
I recommend self-destruction.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
What?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
Self-destruction. It's the only
|
|||
|
option left.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
No. Uh-uh. That's ridiculous. I
|
|||
|
can't order the death of everyone on
|
|||
|
board!
|
|||
|
(beat)
|
|||
|
Mr. Data, do you have a
|
|||
|
recommendation?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Data looks at Riker quickly, then back at Bryan.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
No, sir, I do not.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan starts to speak several times, pulling up short.
|
|||
|
He knows he's out of options and begins to try to
|
|||
|
justify himself.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
The only reason I started this whole
|
|||
|
thing was to get control of our
|
|||
|
lives! It was for Richard! It
|
|||
|
wasn't supposed to happen like this!
|
|||
|
The only reason we tried to... _do_
|
|||
|
any of this was to know what was
|
|||
|
going on. We just wanted to know...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Riker is bitter and ironic.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
RIKER
|
|||
|
Was it worth it?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
There is another warning sound. Data turns around to
|
|||
|
look at Bryan and Riker.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
Readings indicate that the Tholians
|
|||
|
have locked on tractor beams and are
|
|||
|
towing us.
|
|||
|
(to Bryan)
|
|||
|
Your orders, sir?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan is dazed, confused, and lost.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
I... uh...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
DATA
|
|||
|
Sir?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan sits heavily into the captain's chair, his head
|
|||
|
held in his hands. He is completely miserable.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Self-destruct.
|
|||
|
(beat)
|
|||
|
Self-destruct.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. BATTLE BRIDGE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
A tight shot of Picard's face pulls back to reveal Worf
|
|||
|
at Tactical, a supernumerary at Ops, and Susan at Conn.
|
|||
|
Picard has been running the ship during the duration and
|
|||
|
the events on the Main Bridge were viewscreen graphics,
|
|||
|
rigged panels and rehearsed officers -- for Bryan's
|
|||
|
benefit.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Status?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
We'll be entering Federation space
|
|||
|
in sixteen minutes, twenty seconds,
|
|||
|
Captain.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
(to Worf)
|
|||
|
Any sign of Tholian pursuers?
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
WORF
|
|||
|
No, sir.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Plot a direct course for Starbase
|
|||
|
2-0-9, Ensign.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
SUSAN
|
|||
|
Aye, sir. Course laid in.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Engage.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
EXT. SPACE
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The Enterprise zooms by at warp, both nacelles intact,
|
|||
|
the left one still dark.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
FADE TO:
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
EXT. STARBASE 2-0-9
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The Enterprise is docked at the Starbase, work crews
|
|||
|
repairing the damaged port nacelle.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
INT. READY ROOM
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The chime rings.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Come.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
The door opens and Bryan steps into the room.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
Captain.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Mr. Jennings.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
I'll be leaving the ship soon, and
|
|||
|
I... I wanted to apologize. I let
|
|||
|
myself get carried away, caught up
|
|||
|
in what I believe.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
You needn't apologize for believing
|
|||
|
what you do, Mr. Jennings. I have
|
|||
|
seen many philosophies worse than
|
|||
|
yours.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
I could have killed everybody on
|
|||
|
board...
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
PICARD
|
|||
|
Indeed, and hopefully you've
|
|||
|
profited from the experience. The
|
|||
|
world is not made up of moral black
|
|||
|
and whites, Mr. Jennings. A little
|
|||
|
authoritarianism is sometimes...
|
|||
|
necessary.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
Bryan stands silently for a moment. They stare at each
|
|||
|
other.
|
|||
|
|
|||
|
BRYAN
|
|||
|
(quietly)
|
|||
|
No, Captain. I think you're wrong.
|
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Picard's jaw tightens.
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PICARD
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Good-bye, Mr. Jennings.
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Bryan turns and leaves. Long shot on Picard, deep in
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thought.
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INT. JENNINGS' QUARTERS
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Susan is in a Starfleet uniform. Bryan is packed and
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ready to leave.
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BRYAN
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I love you, Susan.
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Susan stands silently, facing away from Bryan.
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BRYAN (CONT'D)
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Dammit, Susan. Don't let it end
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like this. I made a mistake. I
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regret it. What else can I do?
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Susan still doesn't acknowledge him.
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BRYAN (CONT'D)
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Susan!
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She turns towards him.
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SUSAN
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What else can you do? Bryan, don't
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you see? You're like a child,
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seeing things in the shadows.
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Captain Picard is no more a tyrant
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than you're a liberator.
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Bryan's anger boils over for just a second.
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BRYAN
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Picard--
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SUSAN
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--is a good man. The kind of man I
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used to think you were. He's
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practical, Bryan, and he knows where
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the real world starts. That's
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something you need to learn.
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Bryan looks around and sighs.
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BRYAN
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You're really going with them.
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SUSAN
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Yes. I am.
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Bryan picks up a few bags and heads to the door. He
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crosses the threshold and turns.
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BRYAN
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I love you, Susan.
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The door closes between them.
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SUSAN
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I love you, too.
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FADE OUT.
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END OF ACT FIVE
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THE END
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--
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Jason Snell / jsnell@ucsd.edu / Ashamed owner of a Communication BA!
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InterText - A Net Fiction Magazine - ASCII or PostScript - Mail me for info!
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"What do you think, sirs?" -- "Push the button, Frank..." --MST3K
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