Your Future

 

Dame Sylvia :

[breathes shakily]

Get her back to her room.

Secure The Door.

Tell Your Supervisor

We have a Level-Three 

event -- He'll know what to do.

Yes, ma'am.

[breathing heavily]

Medic Hermit :

You wanted to see me?

Capt. James Hook :

I thought we might discuss

Your Future with 

This Company.

Medic Hermit :

My Unit, sir, specifically Rashidi,

Siberian, are they okay?

Capt. James Hook :

That Information 

is confidential.

To be completely frank, so is 

the information about Wendy.

Medic Hermit :

Marcy. My Sister's 

name is 'Marcy'.

Capt. James Hook :

So you believe she's 

Your Sister?

Medic Hermit :

She has her memories, 

her sense of humour --

Doesn't that make her Marcy?

Capt. James Hook :

Actually, that's something

We'd like to know too.

From you.

Medic Hermit :

From me?

Capt. James Hook :

We'd like confirmation from 

someone who knew her well that 

the transition was a success.

Medic Hermit :

She thinks she's my sister.

Capt. James Hook :

What do you think?

Medic Hermit :

I think this conversation's over.

Capt. James Hook :

It's a condition of your employment

that you answer all questions 

put to you by A Superior.

Medic Hermit :

Well, then, I quit.

Capt. James Hook :

Of course.

As this is a private island, we'll have

to get you on the first shuttle back Home.

Confidentiality, you understand.

I should tell you that if you're 

no longer employed by us,

then all contact with the unit

you call your sister

will be terminated.

Medic Hermit :

No. [grunts] No.

Capt. James Hook :

Also, as your body keeps reminding you,

you have a new lung.

Whilst it comes courtesy of the

Prodigy Corporation, it isn't free.

You could work off The Price here,

assessing Wendy, redeploy and 

pay it off with a lifetime contract,

or simply go home, and We'll bill you.

Medic Hermit :

Did you really download my sister's 

consciousness into that body? Is it her?

Capt. James Hook :

Those are two 

different questions.

One is practical and The Other,

well, that's the real existential crux,

and, I should add, the difference between

a trillion-dollar business and 

a blanket with sleeves.

Medic Hermit :

A what?

Capt. James Hook :

An Invention that 

no one wanted.

So, are You still an employee

of The Prodigy Corporation,

or shall I have Security

remove you from the island?

Medic Hermit :

No, no -- [breathes heavily] 

I'm Your Man.

Capt. James Hook :

Excellent.

Medic Hermit :

And when can 

I take her Home?

Capt. James Hook :

Let me be clear about something, 

Prodigy Medic Hermit --

The Unit you call Your "Sister" 

is The Property of 

The Prodigy Corporation.

She is A Prototype for 

A TransHuman product

which, once refined, will 

create Human Immortality.

This makes her the next 

evolutionary step

between Our Animal Past and 

Our TransHuman Future.

There's NO universe in which You 

get to 'take her Home'. Are we clear?

Medic Hermit :

She is still a Human Being.

Capt. James Hook :

No. She's not.

Not anymore.

Rashidi :

Smell that? What is that?

Siberian :

I don't know. It smells like a mix

of Bad Luck and Loser.

Medic Hermit :

How the hell?

[chuckles]

So, what, you... 

You work here now?

[Rashidi through screen]

Yeah. Whole squad.

Siberian :

Well, what's left of us.

Meanwhile, elsewhere 

on The Island, Wendy arrives 

for her regularly scheduled 

One-on-One Therapy 

session to discover that 

Her Therapist is not there, 

but Her Abuser IS.

Boy Kavalier : 

Weird day.

Wendy :

(confused).....I'm supposed 

to meet with Sylvia.

Boy Kavalier : 

-- Have a seat.

Pirates or Indians?

Wendy :

Um...

Boy Kavalier : 

When you fought The Alien,

was it more like fighting 

Pirates or Indians?

Wendy :

[chuckling] What?

Boy Kavalier : 

It's Peter Pan.

Wait, The Crocodile...!!!

You fought The Crocodile, and now You can Hear 

The Clock, you know?

Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick.

Wendy :

It was hurting Joe.

Boy Kavalier : 

Oh, right, 'The Brother'. 

What do You Think They're 

saying...? The aliens.

Wendy :

....

— You shouldn't 

have cut Them open.

Boy Kavalier : 

[stammers] They... 

They said that?

Wendy :

No, I... 

I don't know.

How would You Feel 

if They cut you open?

Boy Kavalier : 

Or, uh, stuck to my

face or drank my blood

or popped out my eyeball and 

burrowed into my brain.

I mean, They would 

if They could, y'know, 

so why not just 

cut Them open?

Live by The Method, Die by The Method

Eric Stoltz Back to the Future Interview

“— things were difficult on The Set; 

Eric was… It was, uh — It was not easy. 

….He was Doing a very 

Method-Thing, y’know? 

“Everybody Call Me, ‘Marty’, okay? 

Except Lea, who's playin’ My Mom, 

who l'm tryin’ to make-out with, y’know?

…..Off-camera —“

Okay, “Method-Method-Method-Method,

Method — Hot Chick — No-Method….”

— yeah, uh so… Y’know,

he was Doing all that stuff —

….it was a VERY different thing;

a VERY different thing…..

Q. : Like, too serious..?

“Whu — What do you 

want me to say…? I think — 

Uh…. I Think it was BAD, 

and, uh, Y’know — and 

He wasn't Friendly to Me, 

so I don’t Care! 

Stardate: 44474.5

Original Airdate: 4 Feb, 1991

[Ebenezer Scrooge's bedchamber]

(It's Dickens time on The HoloDeck, and Data is playing Scrooge)

MARLEY: You don't believe in me.

DATA: I don't.

MARLEY: What evidence would you have 

of my reality beyond that of your senses?

DATA: I don't know.

MARLEY: Why do you doubt your senses?

DATA: Because -- 

a little thing affects them. 

A slight disorder 

of the stomach 

makes them cheats. 

You may be an undigested bit of beef, 

a blot of mustard, a crumb of cheese, 

a fragment of an underdone potato --

Why, there's more of gravy than of grave about you, whatever you are. 

Humbug, I tell you. Humbug!

(the ghost roars, and Scrooge cowers)

PICARD: Freeze programme. Very well done, Data. Your performance skills really are improving.

DATA: Your courtesy is appreciated, sir. But I am aware that I do not effectively convey the fear called for in this scene.

PICARD: Well, you've never known fear, Data. 

But as an acute observer of behaviour, 

you should be able to approximate it.

DATA: Sir, that is not an appropriate basis for an effective performance. Not by the standards set by my mentors.

PICARD: Your mentors?

DATA: Yes, sir. I have studied the philosophies of virtually every known acting master. I find myself attracted to Stanislavsky, Adler, Garnav. Proponents of an acting technique known as 'The Method' --

TNG Data as Scrooge (Devil's Due)

[Corridor]

(Patrick Stewart is a Method actor, by the way)

PICARD: Method acting? I'm vaguely familiar with it, but why would you choose such an old-fashioned approach?

DATA: Perhaps because the technique requires an actor to seek his own emotional awareness to understand the character he plays.

PICARD: But surely that's an impossible task for you, Data.

DATA: Sir, I have modified The Method for my own uses. Since I have no emotional awareness to create a performance, I am attempting to use performance to create emotional awareness. I believe if I can learn to duplicate the fear of Ebenezer Scrooge, I will be one step closer to truly understanding Humanity.

RIKER [OC]: Captain Picard, please report to the Bridge.

PICARD: On my way, Number One. Data, the moment you decided to stop imitating other actors and create your own interpretation, you were already one step closer to understanding Humanity.

[Bridge]

RIKER: We've received an emergency transmission from the science station on Ventax-Two, sir.

PICARD: What's the nature of the emergency?

RIKER: Uncertain. The signal was interrupted.

WORF: Contact reestablished with Ventax Two, sir.

RIKER: On screen.

(a very static-laden image)

CLARK [on viewscreen]: I am Doctor Howard Clark, director of the science station here on Ventax Two. Thank you for responding.

PICARD: Worf, can you improve our reception?

WORF: The trouble is at the transmission source, sir.

PICARD: Doctor Clark, we are barely able maintain communication with you. Can you boost the level of your power source?

CLARK [on viewscreen]: I'm afraid not, Captain. It's under attack.

PICARD: Under attack?

CLARK [on viewscreen]: There's a mob outside the door, trying to break into the station. The planet is in chaos. Lootings, fires, mass hysteria. These people are all convinced their world is coming to an end. Tomorrow. Please, we must have your immediate --

Captain's Log, stardate 44474.5. 

We have reached Ventax Two and are attempting to contact the Federation science station, which at last report was under siege by an angry mob.