Dark Fruit

Ship :

Welcome. Analysis reveals 

Ship operating at 

37% efficiency. 

Would you like to assume 

Command? 

Luthor :

Yes, I would. 

Yes, I would. 

Ship :

Very well. Let's begin. 

The Kryptonian archive contains knowledge 

from 100,000 different worlds. 

Luthor :

Good. Teach me. 

Ship :

Alexander Luthor, 

your security override 

has been accepted. 

Genesis Chamber ready 

to analyse genetic sample. 

Acknowledging presence 

of genetic material. 

Analysing. 

I've identified the host 

as General Zod of Kandor. 

Acknowledging presence 

of foreign genetic material. 

Analysing. 

Luthor :

You flew too close to The Sun. 

Now look at you. 

Ship :

Advising. Action forbidden. 

It has been decreed 

by The Council of Krypton 

that none will ever again 

give life to a deformity 

so hateful to sight and memory. 

The Desecration without Name. 

Luthor :

And where is 

The Council of Krypton? 

Ship :

Destroyed, sir. 

Luthor :

Then proceed. 

Ship :

Very well. 

Preparing chrysalis and 

commencing metamorphosis. 

"And so we are left to wonder if Superman was aware of the threat and did nothing, was he then complicit in the Capitol tragedy?" 

Perry White :

Still no Kent? 

"His disappearance raises questions." 

No. 

"There are still so many unanswered questions. 

Chief among them, whether Superman was involved in the planning of this attack. 

I mean, here's an individual 

who has unlimited Power, 

yet did nothing to stop the bomb 

just a few feet away from him. 

It just doesn't add up for investigators. 

Burn him, burn him, burn him. 

Burn him, burn him, burn him. 

For 20 American, he didn't see you. 

Same for me. 

Now one FBI official familiar with this case 

told me they found quote, 

"A jackpot of bomb materials 

inside Keefe's apartment. " 

What they need to determine now 

is whether he had any help 

in the planning and execution 

of the bomb. 

And they haven't ruled out the idea that Superman was a co-conspirator. 

Now, my sources are telling me they are getting a barrage of anonymous and credible tips with all roads in this investigation leading to the Kryptonian visitor. 

Gotham Cop :

All right, Lois. 

You gotta go. 

Lois Lane :

He didn't know he was gonna die. 

He just bought groceries. 

The Martian Manhunter :

The Wheelchair and The Bullet 

from The Desert were made 

from the same metal. 

Lois Lane :

I know. The Desert. The Hearing. 

Everywhere Superman goes, 

Luthor wants Death. 

The Martian Manhunter 

But, Luthor goes through 

all of that Trouble... 

Creates A Bomb out of 

A Wheelchair, 

and then alters it to 

reduce The Blast? 

Lois Lane :

What do you mean...? 

The Martian Manhunter 

The inside of The Chair 

was lined with Lead.

 

Lois Lane :

….You couldn't stop it;

You couldn't see it. 

On a Mountaintop :

Johnathan Kent's Ghost :

Something, isn't it? 

We Men of Kansas live on a pancake, 

so we come to The Mountains. 

All downhill from here, 

down to the floodplain. 

Farm at The Bottom of The World. 

I remember one season 

The Water came bad. 

I couldn't have been 12. 

Dad handed out the shovels 

and we went at it all night. 

We worked till, I think, I fainted. 

But we managed to Stop The Water. 

We Saved The Farm. 

Your grandma baked me a cake. 

Said I was A Hero. 

Later that day we found out 

we blocked The Water all right. 

We sent it upstream. 

The whole Lang farm 

washed away. 

While I ate My Hero Cake, 

their horses were drowning. 

I used to hear them 

wailing in my sleep. 

Clark :

Did the nightmares ever stop? 

Johnathan Kent's Ghost :

Yeah. When I met 

Your Mother. 

She gave me Faith that 

There's Good in This World. 

She was My World. 

I miss you, son. 

Clark :

I miss you too, Dad. 

•••••••

Alfred :

You know you can't win this. 

It's suicide. 

Bruce Wayne :

I'm older now than 

My Father ever was. 

This may be the only 

thing I do that matters. 

Alfred :

20 years of fighting criminals 

in Gotham amounts to nothing? 

Bruce Wayne :

Criminals are like 

weeds, Alfred. 

Pull one up, another 

grows in its place. 

This is about The Future 

of The World. 

This is My Legacy. 

My Father sat me 

down right here. 

Told me what 

Wayne Manor 

was built on. 

Railroads, 

real estates, 

and oil. 

The first generation 

made their fortune 

trading with The French. 

Pelts and skins. 

They were Hunters. 

Alfred :

.....so falls The House of Wayne. 

"We gotta wait for more evidence, 

but The Question still remains, where is he? 

If Superman was not involved, if he's got nothing to hide, then why hasn 't he been seen since the day of this tragedy? You can't point a finger and... I'm not pointing anything, Warren. Look. Ten fingers, see? 

If there is going to be a criminal... 

The night is here. Excuse me. 

Don't I know... 

Luthor :

Plain Lo in the morning. 

Lola in slacks. 

Lois Lane. Mmm. 

Come see The View. 

Um... Mmm-mmm. 

Now The Secret to The Height 

is the building material. 

It's light metals which 

sway a bit in the wind. 

Hmm. And you know something 

about LexCorp metals, 

don't you, Miss Lane? 

Lois Lane :

I've proven What You've Done. 

Luthor :

Wow, you're feisty. 

Unfortunately, that will blow away. 

Like sand in The Desert. 

Lois Lane :

You're psychotic. 

Luthor :

That is a three-syllable word 

for any thought too big 

for little minds. 

Hmm. Next Category : Circles. 

Round and round and round they go 

to find Superman. 

Wrong category, boy. 

No, no, Triangles. 

Yes, Euclid's Triangle Inequality. 

The shortest distance 

between any two points 

is A Straight Path. 

And I believe the straightest path 

to Superman is a pretty little road... 

Mmm. Called Lois Lane. 

He shoves her off The Building --

Superman catches her -- of course.

Luthor :

You came back. You came back. 

Boy, do we have problems up here! 

The Problem of... of

Evil in The World. 

Uh, The Problem of 

Absolute Virtue. 

Superman :

I'll take you in without breaking you. 

Which is more than you deserve. 

Luthor :

The Problem of You on top 

of Everything Else.

You above all. Ah, because 

That's What God Is. 

Horus. Apollo. 

Jehovah. Kal-El. 

Clark Joseph Kent. 

See, What We call 

'God' depends upon 

Our Tribe, Clark-Joe. 

Because God is Tribal. 

God Takes Sides. 

No man in the sky intervened 

when I was a boy to deliver me 

from Daddy's fist and abominations. 

Mmm. I figured out way back, 

if God is all-powerful, 

He cannot be all-good. 

And if He is all-good, then 

He cannot be all-powerful. 

And neither can you be. 

They need to see 

the fraud you are. 

With their eyes. 

The blood on 

your hands. 

Superman :

What have you done? 

Luthor :

Hmm. And tonight, they will. Yes. 

Because you, My Friend, have a date. 

Hmm. Across the bay. 

Ripe Fruit, his hate. 

Two years growing. 

But it did not take much 

to push him over, actually. 

Little red notes, big bang. 

'You let your family die!' 

And now you will fly to him. 

And you will battle him. To The Death. 

Black and Blue. Fight Night! 

The greatest gladiator match 

in the history of the world. 

God versus Man. Day versus Night. 

Son of Krypton versus Bat of Gotham. 

Superman :

You think I'll fight him for you? 

Luthor :

Hmm, yes, I do. I think 

you will fight-fight-fight 

for that special lady in your life. 

Superman :

She's safe on The Ground. 

How about you? 

Luthor :

Close, but I am not talking about Lois. No.

Every boy's special lady is His Mother. 

Martha, Martha, Martha. Hmm. 

Why, the mother of a flying demon 

must be A Witch. 

The punishment for 

witches, what is that? 

That's right. Death by Fire. 

Mmm. 

Superman :

Where is she? 

Luthor :

I don't know! I would not 

let them tell me! 

Uh-uh-uh! If you kill me, Martha Dies. 

And if you fly away, mmm, 

Martha also Dies. 

But if you kill The Bat... Martha Lives.

 

There we go. There we go. 

Hmm. And now God bends to my will. 

Ooh, now the cameras are 

waiting at your ship. 

For the world to see the holes in the holy. 

Yes, The Almighty comes clean 

about how dirty he is when it counts. 

To save Martha, bring me 

The Head of The Bat. 

Ah. Mother of God, would 

you look at the time? 

When you came here, 

you had an hour. 

Now it's less.

Pure, Concentrated Evil

 

“...I began to think about Evil like, like a disease. 

You know, that it goes from man to man or age to age. 

Most of us walk around thinking we're incapable of any Acts of Evil and we are. 

You know, we can stifle that momentary urge to kill or to hurt. 

We have some kind of immunity to it. 

But I think it's possible that there's... 

An occurrence in somebody's life, a tragedy or a loss that leaves them vulnerable, hurts their Immunity to Evil, 

and all of a sudden at that point in their lives when they're weakened —

They're open to Evil 

and they can become Evil.”

 “After The Navigator I wrote a book [Edge Of The Earth], started exploring more medieval imagery, and I came across engravings and so on that I hadn’t seen before. 

One of them was of A Devil being cast out of someone’s mouth. 

So on the plane over some of these images came to mind. 

By the time I got to LA, I had a complete story.”

— Vincent Ward

MORTICOCCUS, The GOD-BACTERIUM designed to strip Earth’s Heroes of their POWERS, had no effect on a LIVING DEAD MAN.

And The Villains had been INOCULATED.

“The method, as they call it, though it was more so a germ-line procedure of singular meta-scientific complexity, had been given to them by the alien colonists as a quid pro quo. The Syndicate would help them to create a population of alien hybrids who would hide in plain sight, cloned from human ova and alien bio-material, so there would be a clone race immune to the effects of the black oil when the return to the planet began. For this, the Syndicate would be sequestered, granted a sort of immunity or asylum, given a place in the grander scheme.

They were the Vichy government to the German "Final Solution" : collaborationists whose motivation was simple, self-directed survival. These cloning operations were spread across the country, the cataloging and record-keeping done through a complex intra-institutional system that connected to every branch of government, from the Social Security Administration to the Department of Defense.

"The operation, under the working title "Purity Control," had been launched in 1948, its original conception the brainchild of German scientists given immunity themselves for war crimes, and allowed to continue the eugenic experiments that were Hitler's dark legacy.

The Syndicate had begun as a subset of a shadow intelligence agency whose original orders were to create plausible denial and an effective cover-up of Purity Control. But through 50 years, numerous U.S. and U.N. administrations, the principals began to wrest control, accumulating power and influence across international borders, such that - by 1990 - the operation ceased to have a member accountable to any one government and whose only orders would be taken from a man named Strughold, a German industrialist who had fled his homeland to northern Africa.

These men, whose knowledge and access provided control of a foreseeable future, had, in spite of this, everything to lose. Their secret work, the cloning preparations and the cataloging, constituted their greatest vulnerability: exposure. Their detection would ensure not just their own demise but a far-reaching dissolution of social and religious order around the globe.

To protect against this, The Syndicate employed methods of disinformation, using covert government programs that had been regrettably discovered, as a kind of smokescreen - a dodge or blind where the transgressions of Congress-accountable agencies served to hide their own more odious undertaking.

They had even at times used the UFO phenomenon to create a hysteria that science and the intelligentsia denounced, so completely, as to make belief in believers seem ridiculous and completely discreditable.

They had also, in a crisis, used a tool of The Colonists themselves - alien bounty hunters who policed the cloning operations and enforced rule on the countdown to colonization. A double-edged sword whose cold-blooded tactics had helped to stem a leak or threat, but who also kept a watch on The Syndicate. 

A Threat in itself, as The Syndicate had something to hide that not even the colonists knew of : A Vaccine against The Black Oil, an inoculant against the substance in which the Alien Life Force was held - in fact, the very medium of The Life Force itself.

To guard this secret was perhaps even more critical than the truth of the existence of alien life, and of colonization. If The Syndicate's own secret vaccine were discovered, The Vaccine that would make themselves immune from the effects of The Black Oil, they would certainly be destroyed and the timetable for colonisation stepped up. They would protect this secret with their lives. They would kill to protect it, as it symbolized the only hope they had of avoiding enslavement when The Planet was overtaken.

That they had been able to, over decades, conduct their work on the vaccine undetected was the result of a code among the Syndicate members that put honor and the future above personal politics. But now this code was beginning to break down, an incipient scramble for power beginning to develop. A threat from within that doubled the threat from without: 

from agents Mulder and Scully, and the X-files.

[Shuttlecraft]

Armus has slithered over the shuttlecraft, and Troi has found her communicator doesn't work

ARMUS [OC]: 

Your friends have deserted you. 

They're not coming back.

TROI: 

You're wrong.

ARMUS [OC]: 

I killed one of them.

TROI: 

Yes. I know.

ARMUS [OC]: 

How could you be in there 

and know that?

TROI: 

I felt her die.

ARMUS [OC]: 

Do you want to know why I killed her?

TROI: 

Your Answer would be meaningless. 

That act had no reason.

ARMUS [OC]: 

Exactly. It had no meaning. 

I did it because I wanted to. 

It amused me.

TROI: 

No. You thought it would amuse you, but it didn't. 

You felt no satisfaction.

ARMUS [OC]: 

No. It was too easy.

TROI: 

You wanted her to suffer. 

You have a great need.

ARMUS [OC]: 

I need nothing.

TROI: 

Liar. End this. Let us go.

ARMUS [OC]: 

Not yet.

TROI: 

They won't give you What You Want.

ARMUS [OC]: 

And what is that?

TROI: 

To Break Their Spirit.

ARMUS : 

Oh, is that what I want? 

If breaking Their Spirit will amuse me, 

then that's what I will have.

TROI:

Never.

[Observation lounge]

CRUSHER: 

She didn't do anything. 

Her phaser was lowered.

DATA: 

She only wanted to get to Troi and Lieutenant Prieto.

RIKER: 

There was nothing provocative about what she did.

CRUSHER: 

She was killed in a brutal, senseless act.

PICARD: 

Lieutenant Yar's death is very painful for all of us. 

We will have to deal with it as best we can for now. 

Until the shuttle crew is safely beamed aboard this ship, 

our feelings will have to wait. 

Is that understood? 

Lieutenant Worf, you are now Acting Chief of Security.

WORF: 

I will do my best, sir.

PICARD: 

Doctor, what is the state of the shuttle crew?

CRUSHER: 

We're still receiving faint life signs, but the sensor readings are fluctuating. 

They may not be accurate.

DATA: 

Armus is capable of creating undefined forcefields. 

In effect, we are powerless to communicate or use the transporter unless it allows it.

PICARD: 

A creature against whom we seem to have no defence. 

Number One?

RIKER: 

It's down on that planet waiting for us to come back. 

It killed Tasha and it could have killed us, but it didn't. 

Deanna and Ben are alive for a reason, 

and it knows we're not going anywhere as long as they're still alive.

PICARD: 

Are you saying it's attack on Yar was not arbitrary but part of some tactic?

RIKER: 

The only way to find out is to go back down.

LAFORGE: 

Commander, I may be able to see something in The Creature which might be helpful.

PICARD: 

Agreed. Prepare your away team, Number One.

RIKER: 

Lieutenant Worf?

WORF: 

I will remain on The Ship. 

The object here is not to engage the creature in battle. 

The goal is the safe return of Counsellor Troi and Lieutenant Prieto. 

I can best accomplish this at the Tactical Station.

PICARD: 

Very good. Number One?

[Planet surface]

RIKER:

Enterprise.

PICARD [OC]: 

Number One.

RIKER:

We're approaching The Shuttlecraft. 

The Creature is covering it.

[Shuttlecraft]

ARMUS: 

I lied to you. They came back.

TROI : 

Let me Talk with Them.

ARMUS :

No.

TROI: 

Why? Does The Thought of 

My having contact with them 

make you uneasy?

ARMUS : 

No. Not being able to contact you, 

not knowing if you are alive, makes them uneasy. 

Can't you feel how worried they are?

TROI : 

Yes. Yes, they are worried.

ARMUS : 

They Care for You. 

You must be very special.

TROI: 

We are members of A Community. 

We all Care for one another.

ARMUS : 

Equally?

TROI :

You were really surprised they came back.

ARMUS : 

Yes.

TROI: 

Why? Because The Others did not?

ARMUS :

What Others?

TROI: 

You can't hide The Emptiness from me. 

The Others. The Ones Who Hurt You. 

Who left you alone, rejected. 

The Ones Who Make You So Angry.

ARMUS :

What do you know of Them?

TROI: 

Only what you tell me.

ARMUS : 

I will tell you nothing.

TROI :

Not now. But soon.

[Bridge]

WORF: 

Captain, look at this --

The force of the energy field around the shuttlecraft decreased for a few moments when The Creature was draped over it.

PICARD: 

But not low enough to beam them out.

WORF: 

Almost.

WESLEY: 

It's approaching The Away Team now, 

and the energy field over The Shuttlecraft is back to full intensity.

PICARD: 

Chart it. 

I want to see if there's A Pattern.

WORF: 

Aye, sir.

[Planet surface]

(Armus rises from his slick)

ARMUS: She said you'd be back.

RIKER: Then she is alive.

ARMUS: For now. Why have you returned?

RIKER: We have no choice. We're here to negotiate for our team. What do you want?

ARMUS: Maybe I want nothing.

RIKER: Then you would have killed all of us.

ARMUS: I still might.

RIKER: What do you want? Tell me. Maybe we can reach an accommodation.

ARMUS: If I tell you, will you give it to me?

RIKER: I might. It depends.

CRUSHER: I am a doctor. I need to treat our injured friends.

ARMUS: Say please.

CRUSHER: Please.

ARMUS: You ask nicely. I will allow it. Wait! I've changed my mind. Talk to her from here.

CRUSHER: How? Troi, can you hear me?

[Shuttlecraft]

BEVERLY [OC]: Deanna, are you all right?

TROI: Beverly?

[Planet surface]

TROI [OC]: I can hear you.

CRUSHER: Are you all right?

[Shuttlecraft]

TROI: Yes.

[Planet surface]

CRUSHER: We've encountered some difficulty.

[Shuttlecraft]

TROI: I know.

[Planet surface]

RIKER: She needs our help.

ARMUS: So what.

CRUSHER: Our friends are suffering only a few metres away, yet you block our path. Why?

ARMUS: You are all ungrateful.

CRUSHER: What is he made of?

DATA: It did not register on the tricorder.

ARMUS: It? Does that mean I am not alive?

DATA: No. Clearly you are some kind of intelligent form.

ARMUS: But you said I did not register on your instrument. Perhaps your instruments are useless.

(Data's tricorder and phaser fly away, and Geordi's visor falls to the ground. He gropes to find it)

ARMUS: Don't help him.

RIKER: Data.

DATA: Half metre to the right, Geordi.

(Armus moves it again)

ARMUS: Aren't you going to lead him to his sight again, robot?

DATA: No. You will just move it again, and I will not help you hurt him.

ARMUS: Then give it to him. I will find something else to amuse me.

(The slick covers the shuttlecraft again)

[Shuttlecraft]

ARMUS [OC]: You said they wouldn't amuse me. You were right.

TROI: And the emptiness remains. You sound so alone.

ARMUS [OC]: I am alone.

TROI: Abandoned. Who deserted you?

ARMUS [OC]: Creatures whose beauty now dazzles all who see them. They would not exist without me.

TROI: You were together?

ARMUS [OC]: They perfected a means of bringing to the surface all that was evil and negative within. Erupting, spreading, connecting. In time it formed second skin, dank and vile.

TROI: You.

ARMUS : 

Yes.

TROI: 

They discarded you and left.

ARMUS : 

And here I am.

TROI: 

You have my pity.

Armus gets angry and shakes The Shuttlecraft

ARMUS : 

Your Pity? 

Save that for yourself.

[Planet surface]

The team are not watching when Armus leaves The Shuttlecraft and approaches them. 

Riker is grabbed by an invisible force and dragged by the feet to the slick

RIKER: 

Help! Data, something's got me!

ARMUS:

Touch him and he dies.

RIKER: 

No! No, don't!

Riker disappears into the slick

DATA :

Enterprise?

[Bridge]

DATA : 

Armus has enveloped Commander Riker.

PICARD: 

I'm beaming you up.

[Planet surface]

ARMUS: 

If any of you leave now, 

he dies.

[Bridge]

ARMUS : 

And so do The Survivors of the crash.

Riker's screaming face appears in the slick, and sinks away again

Captain's log, supplemental. 

There is grave danger to the crew on Vagra Two. 

My first officer is missing, attacked by this entity known as Armus.

[Bridge]

WORF: 

Captain, perhaps you should look at this. 

We have the chart of the energy field surrounding The Shuttle.

PICARD:

There are a great deal of fluctuations.

WORF:

Yes, but there is A Pattern. 

Here is when it killed Lieutenant Yar, 

and here is when it absorbed Commander Riker.

PICARD: 

And here, here, where the energy is lowest?

WORF: 

Both times it had enveloped The Shuttle.

PICARD: 

It has something to do with Counsellor Troi. 

Somehow when it's dealing with her, 

the energy field is affected. 

I want to Talk to Her. 

I'm going to beam down.

Lieutenant Worf, you have the conn.

[Shuttlecraft]

Armus, and presumably Riker, are draped over The Craft again

TROI: 

Imzadi! No! 

Please, stop hurting him!

ARMUS : 

He resists. If he would give himself over, 

The Pain would diminish. 

He struggles. 

You should feel His Strength.

TROI: 

I can.

ARMUS [OC]: 

Should I let him go?

TROI:

You only ask to 

Torment Me.

ARMUS : 

Perhaps.

TROI: 

How should I answer? 

What can I offer except myself?

ARMUS [OC]: 

And would you give yourself for him? 

Would you give that much?

TROI: 

Yes. Without hesitation.

ARMUS : 

Just for him?

TROI: 

No, not just for him. 

I would do the same for any of the others. 

Armus, you have me. Let them go.

ARMUS [OC]: 

Perhaps. 

Ah, another has arrived.

[Planet surface]

Picard is with The Team. 

Armus slithers over to them

ARMUS: 

You are The One in Charge?

PICARD: (to Data) 

Is Commander Riker alive?

ARMUS:

Answer, Tin Man.

DATA: 

I would guess that Death is no longer sufficient entertainment to alleviate its Boredom. 

Therefore, Commander Riker is alive.

ARMUS:

Maybe. 

Don't you want to ask me 

What I Want?

PICARD: 

No.

ARMUS: 

Not even to protect Your Own Existence?

PICARD: 

I want to see My People in The Shuttle.

ARMUS: 

Entertain me. 

Picard shakes his head 

Then I will do it myself. You, Tin Man.

Data moves jerkily, and points his phaser at Beverly, then Picard

ARMUS: 

Now Tell Me, How would you feel if you were 

The Instrument of Death for Your Leader?

PICARD: 

Don't Struggle, Data.

DATA: 

I have no Control over 

What You Do with The Phaser. 

Therefore, I would not be 

The Instrument of His Death.

ARMUS: 

Perhaps killing The Doctor would engender more feeling?

DATA: 

No, The Control is still yours.

ARMUS:

And what about you, Doctor? Are you Ready to Die? 

Tell me you are not afraid.

CRUSHER:

I am afraid.

ARMUS: 

Beg me to spare you.

CRUSHER:

No.

ARMUS:

One of you is going to die, and you, Doctor, get to choose. 

You don't like that, do you?

CRUSHER:

Then I choose myself.

ARMUS: 

No. You are going to Live. 

One of them dies.

Data's arm swings around and ends pointing The Phaser at His Own Head

ARMUS: 

Maybe this one. Though I would not call it Death, 

since He is only A Device. 

Tell me, Tin Man, 

How Does it Feel to Face Your Own Extinction.

DATA: 

Curious. 

(The Phaser drops) 

You are capable of great Sadism and Cruelty. 

Interesting. No redeeming qualities.

ARMUS :

So What Do You Think?

DATA :

I Think You Should be Destroyed.

ARMUS :

A Moral Judgment from A Machine.

PICARD: 

Data. Armus, we're finished Dealing with You.

ARMUS: 

I have Your Man in here, 

and the others in The Shuttle.

PICARD: 

It doesn't matter. 

We will no longer be a source of amusement.

ARMUS:

I can kill them.

PICARD:

Yes. You can. 

But only I can command them. 

They follow My Orders.

ARMUS: 

Have them amuse me.

PICARD:

Only if you let me see My People on The Shuttle first. 

I must see them.

ARMUS: 

Not Possible.

PICARD:

Then Our Business with you is concluded.

ARMUS: 

And you claim 

You Care about Your Comrades.

PICARD: 

I Care. Which is why I must see them.

ARMUS: 

You want to see Your People? 

Then, here. Look at this one.

Riker is tossed out of the slick, covered in oil

CRUSHER:

He's Alive. Don't move.

PICARD:

Is he all right?

CRUSHER: 

All signs show normal.

RIKER: 

So much frustration. 

It had to get rid of me.

PICARD: 

Now, let me see the others.

ARMUS: 

No.

PICARD :

I will not allow My People to entertain you 

until you do.

ARMUS: 

They are incapable of entertaining me.

PICARD: 

I want the four of you out of here. 

Enterprise, beam up The Away Team immediately.

WORF : 

Aye, sir.

PICARD:

They're no longer involved. 

This is between You and Me.

ARMUS :

They may leave.

The Team are beamed away

PICARD: 

Now.

ARMUS: 

I want to leave This Place.

PICARD: 

You want me to give you Transportation?

ARMUS: 

For which I will Trade you Lives.

PICARD: 

I must see my people in the shuttle.

ARMUS: 

Will you give me what I want?

PICARD: 

I have the means. 

But first I must see My People.

ARMUS: 

If you must.

[Shuttlecraft]

Armus transports Picard into the shuttlecraft

PICARD: 

Troi, are you all right?

TROI: 

Yes, but Ben is not.

PICARD: 

He's Alive.

TROI: 

Were you able to help Tasha?

PICARD: 

No. Troi. Troi, We Must Talk. 

I believe it's possible to outmanoeuvre This Creature, and beam you and Ben back up to The Ship. 

We've been monitoring the energy field that surrounds The Shuttle. 

When The Creature is Here, the field weakens. 

Do you know why?

TROI: 

The Creature is filled with Rage. 

Undirected, unfocused Rage. 

When He confronts it, His Guard goes down 

because he's feeling it instead of suppressing it. 

Acknowledging His Needs makes Him Vulnerable.

PICARD: 

What caused The Rage?

TROI: 

He was Left Here. 

Abandoned.

[Bridge]

WORF :

The forcefield will have to drop below two point seven before we can beam them up.

[Planet surface]

Picard is brought back from the shuttlecraft

ARMUS: 

Satisfied?

PICARD: 

Yes.

ARMUS: 

Then can we leave?

PICARD: 

Where do you want to go? 

Do you want to try to find Those Who Left You Here?

ARMUS: 

She told you about Them.

PICARD: 

How long have you been Here?

ARMUS: 

Since They left. A very long time.

PICARD: 

A long time to be alone.

ARMUS: 

Save your Compassion. It's revolting. 

You offer it like A Prize when in fact it's An Insult.

PICARD: 

Because you feel unworthy.

ARMUS: 

You overrate Your Gift. 

You Humans are Puny, Weak.

PICARD: 

But Our Spirit, it is indomitable.

ARMUS: 

And still you die from a flake of my power.

PICARD: 

A great poet once said, 

'all spirits are enslaved that serve things evil'.

ARMUS: 

You do not understand. 

I do not serve Things Evil. I am Evil.

PICARD: 

Oh, no, you are not.

ARMUS: 

I am A Skin of Evil 

left here by A Race of Titans who believed if they rid Themselves of me, 

They would free the bonds of Destructiveness.

PICARD: 

Yes. So Here You Are. 

Feeding on Your Own Loneliness. 

Consumed by Your Own Pain. 

Believing Your Own Lies.

[Bridge]

WORF: 

Set the computer. 

When the energy level reaches two point six point two zero five, automatically beam up Troi and Prieto. 

We'll do a parallel transport on The Captain.

WESLEY: 

Yes, sir.

[Planet surface]

PICARD: 

You say you are True Evil? 

Shall I tell you what True Evil is? 

It is to submit to you. 

It is when we surrender Our Freedom, Our Dignity, 

instead of defying you.

ARMUS: 

I will kill you, and those in there.

PICARD: 

But you will still be Here. In This Place. 

For ever. Alone. Immortal.

[Bridge]

COMPUTER: (male) 

Stand by for parallel transport.

WORF: 

The energy level has dropped to two point six point three.

[Planet surface]

PICARD: 

That's your real fear. 

Never to Die. 

Never again to be united with 

Those Who Left You Here.

[Bridge]

WORF: 

Energy field is two point six. 

Computer beginning transport.

[Planet surface]

PICARD: 

I'm not taking you anywhere.

Armus screams with rage as Picard is beamed away

Captain's log, stardate 41602.1. 

The shuttlecraft has been destroyed to prevent any possibility of Armus leaving The Planet. 

Vagra Two will be declared off limits. 

But The Damage has been done. 

One of the saddest duties I've ever had to perform is now ahead of me.