T.B.C

[Worf's quarters]

WORF: 

Enter. 


SERGEY: 

Are we disturbing you? 


WORF: 

No. No. I thought you were going to your quarters to sleep. 


HELENA: 

We just came by to tuck you in. 


WORF: 

Please. When I heard you were on the visitors' list, 

I was not sure I wanted you to come. 

I am glad you are here. 


HELENA: 

We had to come. 


SERGEY: 

Our boy was in Trouble. 

After we read your letter about the discommendation from the Klingons —

HELENA: 

We don't exactly understand it all. 


SERGEY: 

We don't have to. 

We know what kind of Man you are. 


HELENA: 

Whatever you did, we know it was for a good reason. 


WORF: 

I must bear my dishonour alone. 


SERGEY: 

That is Not True. 


HELENA: 

I'm sorry if this is too human of us but, whenever you are suffering, you must remember we are with you. 


SERGEY: 

And that we're proud of you, 

and that we love you. 


HELENA: 

You're Our Son.

[Chez Picard]

(Picard is making inroads into a bottle of the family produce when Robert comes in with flowers for the house) 
ROBERT: Careful. You're not used to drinking the real thing. This synthehol never leaves you out of control, is that so? 
PICARD: That's so. 
ROBERT: This will. (pours himself the last dregs) Now there is something I'd like to see. 
PICARD: What's that? 
ROBERT: The gallant Captain out of control. Mind if I ask you a question? What the devil happened to you up there? 
PICARD: Is this brotherly concern? 
ROBERT: No. Curiosity. What did they do to you? 
PICARD: You know what happened. 
ROBERT: Not precisely. I gather you were hurt. Humiliated. I always thought you needed a little humiliation. Or was it humility? Either would do. (Jean-Luc storms out of the house)

[Garden]

ROBERT: Why do you walk away? That isn't your style. 
PICARD: I'm tired of fighting with you, Robert. 
ROBERT: Tired? 
PICARD: That's right. 
ROBERT: Yes. Tired of the Enterprise now too? The great Captain Picard of Starfleet falls to Earth, ready to plunge into the water with Louis. That isn't the brother that I remember. Still, I suppose it must have seemed like the ideal situation, hmm? Local boy makes good. Returns home after twenty years to a hero's welcome. 
PICARD: I'm not a hero. 
ROBERT: Of course you are. Admit it. You'd never settle for less than that and you never will. 
PICARD: That's not true. 
ROBERT: Cancel the parade? In your favour? 


PICARD: 

No! I never sought that rubbish. 


ROBERT: 

Never sought? 

Never sought President of The School, Valedictorian, Athletic Hero 

with your arms raised in Victory..? 


PICARD: 

Valedictorian? 

Arms raised in victory? 

Were you so jealous? 


ROBERT: 

Yes, damn it. I was always so jealous, 

I had a right to be. 


PICARD: 

Right? 


ROBERT: 

I was always Your Brother,

 watching you receive the cheers, 

watching you break every rule 

Our Father made and get away with it. 


PICARD: 

Why didn't you break a few rules? 


ROBERT: 

Because I was The Elder Brother, 

The Responsible One. 

It was My Job to look after you. 


PICARD: 

Look after me? You? 

You were a bully. 


ROBERT: 

Sometimes. Maybe. 

Sometimes I even enjoyed bullying you. 

PICARD: 

All right. Try it now. 


ROBERT: 

Did you come back, Jean-Luc? 

Did you come back because you wanted me to look after you again? 


PICARD: 

Damn you! 


And he punches his brother, sending him flying over some barrels into the vineyard proper. 

There they fight in the muddy irrigation ditches, through the vines until they finally fall back laughing

PICARD: 

You were asking for it, you know.

 
ROBERT: 

Yes, but you needed it. 

You have been terribly hard on yourself. 


PICARD: 

You don't know, Robert. 

You don't know. 

They took everything I was. 

They used me to kill and to destroy, and I couldn't stop them. 

I should have been able to stop them! 

I tried. I tried so hard, 

but I wasn't strong enough —

I wasn't good enough. 

I should have been able to stop them. 

I should! I should! 


ROBERT: 

So — My Brother… 

is a Human being, after all. 

This is going to be with you a long time, Jean-Luc. A long time. 

You have to learn to live with it. 

You have a simple choice now : 

Live with it Below The Sea 

with Louis, or 

Above The Clouds 

with The Enterprise. 


PICARD: 

You know, I think you were right after all. 

I think I did come back 

so that you could help me. 


ROBERT: 

You know what? 

I still don't like you, Jean-Luc.

[Chez Picard]

(There's mud, and muddy boots, on the carpet, and drunken voices singing 'Aupres de ma blonde, qu'il fait bon, fait bon, fait bon' dum, dum, dum. Marie enters from outside) 


MARIE: 

What in The World?!

What happened here..???

ROBERT: 

Ah 
—

PICARD: 

It's entirely my fault, Marie. 


ROBERT: 

Yes, I fell down, 

then he fell and then….

PICARD: 

…we both fell down. 


ROBERT: 

We both fell down. 


PICARD: 

Together. 


ROBERT: 

We both fell down together. 


MARIE: 

Have you two been fighting?!

ROBERT: 

Fighting? 

No, certainly not. 


MARIE: 

Shame on you both. 

What would Your Father say 

if he saw you like this? 


PICARD: 

…..He'd probably send us both to bed 

without our supper. 


MARIE: 

Well, perhaps it's just as well you got it out of your systems. 


PICARD: 

Perhaps it was, Marie. Perhaps it was. 

I'll contact Louis and cancel the meeting with the Board of Governors. 

It's time that I was going. 


MARIE: 

Already, Jean-Luc? 


PICARD: 

The ship will be ready to leave orbit soon, and I belong on board. If I should ever doubt that again, I know where to come.

KNIVES

Yeah. Little bit of pain never hurt anybody. If you know what I mean. 

Also, I think knives are a good idea. 

Big, fuck-off shiny ones. 

Ones that look like they could skin a crocodile. 

Knives are good, because they don't make any noise, and the less noise they make, the more likely we are to use them. 

Shit 'em right up. 

Makes it look like we're serious. 

Guns for show, Knives for A Pro.

[being taken away by the TVA to be forcibly "reset"] 

Loki : 

You ridiculous bureaucrats

 will not dictate how My Story ends!

Ravonna Renslayer: 

It's not Your Story, Mr. Laufeyson. 

It never was.

Loki : 

You have no idea what I'm capable of!

Mobius M. Mobius : 

[stands up in the back] 

I... think I might. 

Have an idea of what he's capable of.

Ravonna Renslayer: 

Approach the bench.

Mobius M. Mobius : 

[does so; whispers] 

Hi.

Ravonna Renslayer: 

[whispering] 

If you're thinking what I think you are, 

it's a bad idea.

Mobius M. Mobius : 

Okay, I'm just chasing a hunch.

Ravonna Renslayer: 

Anything goes sideways, and it's on you.

Mobius M. Mobius: 

Okay.

[amiable]  

I feel like I'm always looking up to you. 

I like it. It's appropriate.

[speaking in Mobius' office] 

Loki : 

You don't know anything about me.

Mobius: 

Maybe I'd like to learn. 

I specialize in the pursuit of dangerous Variants.

Loki: 

Like myself?

Mobius: 

Mmm. No. 

Particularly dangerous Variants. 

You're just a little pussycat. 

I got a series of questions for you. 

You answer them honestly, 

and then maybe I can give you 

Something You Want. 

You wanna get out of here, right? 

Yeah, so we'll start there.

Should you return, what are you gonna do?

Loki : 

[firmly] 

Finish what I started.

Mobius: 

Which is?

Loki: 

Claim My Throne.

Mobius: 

You wanna be King?

Loki: 

I don't want to be, 

I was born to be.

Mobius: 

I know, but King of what exactly?

Loki: 

[scoffs] 

You wouldn't understand.

Mobius: 

Try me.

Loki: 

Midgard.

Mobius: 

AKA Earth. 

Alright, now you're 

The King of Midgard. 

Now What? 

Happily ever after?

Loki : 

Asgard, 

The Nine Realms.... 

Space?

Mobius: 

Space? Space is big. 

That'd be a nice little 

feather in your cap :

"Loki, The King of Space".

Loki: 

Mock me if you dare.

Mobius: 

No, I'm not.

[chuckles] 

 Honestly, I'm actually a fan. Yeah. 

And I guess I'm wondering 

Why does someone with so much range 

just wanna rule…?

Loki: 

…..I would've made it 

Easy for Them.

Mobius: 

People like Easy.

Mobius: 

You weren't Born to Be King, Loki. 

You were born to cause 

Pain and Suffering and Death. 

That's how it is, that's how it was, that's how it will be.

[shows the Avengers one final time] 

All so that others can achieve 

The Best Versions of Themselves.

[Mobius begins showing Loki the aftermath of the Battle of New York; Loki turns away in embarassment] 

Loki: 

[on recording] 

If it's all the same to you -- 

I'll have that drink now.

[Mobius offers Loki a soda] 

Loki: 

No. And I remember. I was there. 

Anything else?

Mobius: 

It's funny, for someone born to rule, 

you sure do lose a lot. 

You might even say it's in Your Nature.

Loki: 

You know, things didn't turn out so well 

for the last person who said that to me.

Mobius: 

Oh, yeah. Phil Coulson.

[the events of Loki stabbing Coulson in the back with Thor watching in despair are shown, followed by the Avengers coming together as a team] 

Mobius: 

Didn't the Avengers come together 

to literally avenge him by defeating you?

Loki: 

Little solace to A Dead Man.

[ He got better -- Couple of times, actually.... ]

Mobius: 

Do you enjoy hurting people? 

Making them feel small? 

Making them feel afraid?

Loki: 

Your Games don't frighten me.

Mobius: 

Making them feel little?

Loki: 

I know what I am.

Mobius: 

A Murderer?

Loki: 

A Liberator.

Mobius: 

Of eyeballs, maybe.

[sees the sequence where a smiling Loki carves out a man's eyeball] 

Mobius: 

Look at that smile. You are enjoying that. 

Did you enjoy hurting them?

Loki: 

I don't have to play This Game. 

I'm A God.

Mobius: 

Of what, again? 

Mischief, right?

Mobius: 

You're gonna start taking things more seriously.

[Mobius begins showing Loki footage of the future he hasn't experienced yet, beginning from "Thor: The Dark World"] 

Mobius: 

If you hadn't picked up the Tesseract, 

you would've been taken to a cell on Asgard.

[shows Loki meets with his adopted mother, Frigga] 

Frigga: 

Loki.

Loki: 

Hello, Mother. 

Have I made you proud?

Frigga: 

Please, don't make this worse.

Loki: 

What is this? 

This is nonsense, more tricks. 

This never even happened.

Mobius: 

Not to you, not yet.

 

Look, the TVA doesn't just know your whole past, 

we know your whole life, how it's all meant to be. 

Think of it as comforting.

Loki: 

This is absurd.

[Loki sees his final meeting with Frigga] 

Frigga: 

And am I not Your Mother?

Loki: 

You're not.

Frigga: 

Hmmm. Always so perceptive about everyone 

but yourself.

Mobius: 

And then the Dark Elves attack the palace, 

and you think you send them to Thor...

[sees Loki talking to Kurse] 

Loki: 

You might wanna take the stairs to the left.

Mobius: 

But instead, you send them...

[shows Frigga's death]

Frigga: 

I'll never tell!

[Frigga is killed] 

Loki: 

[outraged] 

Where do you have her? 

Where is she?

Mobius: 

You lead them right to her.

Loki: 

I don't believe you. 

You're lying. 

It's not True.

Mobius: 

It is True. 

That's the proper flow of time

 and it happens again 

and again and again 

because it's supposed to, 

because it has to. 

The TVA makes sure of it.

Loki: 

Where is she?

Mobius: 

Now why don't you tell me, 

Do You Enjoy Hurting People?

Loki: 

I don't believe you.

Mobius: 

Do you enjoy killing?

Loki: 

I'll kill you.

Mobius: 

Like you did your mother?

[Having seen where his future will lead to, Loki has given up escaping and returned to Mobius' office] 

Loki: 

I don't enjoy hurting people. 

I... [sighs] 

I don't enjoy it. 

I do it because I've had to.

Mobius: 

Okay, explain that to me.

Loki: 

Because it's part of The Illusion:

It's the cruel, elaborate trick 

conjured by The Weak 

to inspire Fear.

Mobius: 

A desperate play for Control :

You do know yourself.

Loki: 

A Villain.

[sighs] 

Mobius: 

That's not How I See It.

He’s Upstairs.

We just got a fax. 

An incident at the Brooklyn Museum. 

A guy attacked two employees, 

and get this, ate the Blake painting. 

What? That's him. 

It's got to be. 

If that painting meant so much to him, why destroy it? 

And why didn't he kill those two women at the museum? 

They both got a good look at him. 

Maybe he's trying to stop. 

Mr. Crawford, all you've got is a hunch. I've got 382 employees, and they've got a union. I can't just turn you guys loose on their files. Not without a court order. There are privacy issues. The company's exposure. One of those employees has already killed 11 people that we know of. If he gets away tonight, what's the company's exposure on that? - Let me get our lawyers down here... - We don't have time for that. Listen to me! We're looking for a white male, 25 to 35, - he is right-handed with brown hair. - No... Listen! Please. This guy is very strong. He's possibly a bodybuilder. He might have some kind of facial disfigurement. He drives a van or a panel truck. That sounds like Mr. D. Oh, my God. Who's Mr. D? Francis Dolarhyde, He is a Manager of Technical Services. What does that mean? What does he do exactly? He maintains the equipment for tape transfers. Would he have access to people's home videotapes? He has access to every tape that comes through here. 

Thanks for dinner, Ralph. 

And thanks for letting me vent. 

Look, no problemo. 

Reba, listen, I know it's not my place to say this... 

Go on. 

Well, if Dolarhyde is really as moody as you say he is, maybe you ought to keep a little distance. 

I mean, what do you really know about the guy? 

I appreciate your concern, Ralph. Really. 

And I promise I'll give it some thought.

Hey, have a great vacation. 

Thanks. 

See you in a week. 

Good night. 

I had a great time. 

Good night. 

Good night! 

Ralph, just 'cause I'm feeling vulnerable... 

Reba. Wake up. You wandered around in the house while I was asleep, didn't you? 

What? 

The other night, did you find something odd? 

Did you take it and show it to somebody? 

Did you do that? 

D? What is it? What's happening? 

Sit still or he'll hear us! 

Who will? 

He's upstairs. He wants you, Reba. 

I thought he was gone, but now he's back. 

D, you're scaring me. 

I didn't want to give you to him. 

I did a thing for you today so he couldn't have you. 

I was wrong. 

You made me weak and then you hurt me. 

No. No, you can't have her! 

D. Please don't let him have me. 

You won't. I'm for you. 

You like me. I know you like me. 

Take me with you. 

Take you with me? 

Yes. 

Put out your hand. Feel this. 

That's a shotgun, Reba. 

A 12-gauge magnum. 

Do you know what it'll do? 

I wish I could have trusted you. 

I wanted to trust you. 

You felt so good! 

So did you, D. 

Please don't hurt me now. 

It's all over for me. 

Where are you D? 

I can't leave you to him. 

Do you know what he'll do? 

He'll bite you to death. 

He'll hurt you so bad! 

I can't let that happen. 

It's better if you go with me. 

Yes, God, get us out of here! 

I'll shoot you and then myself. 

Oh D, no. - I have to shoot you. - No... Oh, Reba. I can't do it. Three steps to the clock. From the clock to the door, nine more. Oh, God. What is that? What the hell is that? That's the place. God damn it! All units, that's his house that's burning. FBI! Francis Dolarhyde! Where is he? He's in there. He is dead. You know that? He shot himself in the face. I put my hand in it. He set fire to the house. He was on the floor, and l...

The King at The Centre

“My Rebel Spirit says to me,

‘There’s Something about Our Society That FEARS This..!!’”

G.M.

“ Every part of our personality 

that we do NOT Love 

will become HOSTILE to us. 

We could add that 

it may move to a distant place 

and begin A •Revolt• 

against Us as well. 

A lot of the Trouble 

Shakespeare’s Kings experience 

blossoms in that sentence. 

Hotspur “in Wales” rebels against The King. 

Shakespeare’s poetry is marvelously sensitive to the danger of these 

INNER revolts. 

Always The King 

at The CENTRE 

is endangered.”

A Lois Lane : 

I think we just found our Paragon. 

A Lois Lane :

We need you to come back with us. 

I know this sounds insane, but you might be the key to saving the multiverse. 

The Superman of 1977 : 

That's actually one of the least insane things I've ever heard. 

A Superman :

First, we stay and face Luthor. 

And you won't do it alone. 

A Lois Lane : 

We won't let him kill you. 

A Lex Luthor : 

Oh, I've moved on from that.

Never thought I'd say this, but I'm tired of killing Supermen. 

So much more fun making SUPERMAN Kill Superman. 

The Superman of 1977 : 

You don't belong here. 

A Superman : 

We're here because 

we need your help. 

The Superman of 1977 : 

Help? I couldn't even save 

my wife, my friends — 

I Don't CARE about Your Universe. 

A Lois Lane : 

Yes, you DO — 

You're The Paragon of TRUTH. 

The Superman of 1977 : 

There's only One Truth : 

I Serve Lex Luthor. 

A Superman : 

Kal, STOP. Unh! 

A Lois Lane : 

Oh. What did Lex DO? 

[INDISTINCT CHATTER] 

A Superman : 

You have to get Luthor out of your head, Kal. 

The Multiverse needs you! 

The Superman of 1977 : 

And what about what I need? 

[BOOM] 

A Lois Lane : 

Come on, honey. 

You got this. 

A Superman : 

Kal no. Gah! 

The Superman of 1977 : 

Let me SHOW you how it feels 

to lose the ones you love. 

Oh, my God. 

Get away from the window! 

A Lex Luthor :

This should be fun. 

Agh! Huh! 

You can read about it later. 

A Lois Lane :

Help me with the book. 

[GRUNTING] 

A Lois Lane :

Picture the Clark that we met. 

Focus on what The Universe knows he's meant to be. 

The Superman of 1977 :

There's only room in 

This World for one of us. 

IRIS: 

I'm pretty sure it's not working. 

It's like it's like Lex turned all of his love into hate. 

A Lois Lane :

Love. Clark, this isn't you, 

not the real Clark, 

the one that Perry White respected 

and Jimmy Olsen looked up to 

and Lois loved. 

The Superman of 1977 :

You know nothing about me 

or them! 

IRIS :

We know more than you think. 

A Lois Lane :

They would want your memories of them to lift you up, 

not drive you to Darkness. 

That's The Truth, Clark, 

and The Truth means everything to you. 

Remember Who You Are. 

[GROANS] 

[BREATHING HEAVILY] 

A Superman :

You okay? 

The Superman of 1977 :

Actually — this is the second time I've gone nuts and fought myself. 

I can see why you married her. 

How Do You Feel?

[Spock's Test Chamber]

SPOCK: 

Computer. Resume testing. 

...T'plana-Hath, matron of Vulcan philosophy

TEST COMPUTER VOICE: 

What is the molecular formula of aluminum sulfide crystal?

TEST COMPUTER VOICE: 

...White Queen to section five, grid six. 

Queen takes Knight. Rook takes Queen. White pawn to section five, grid seven, pawn takes rook. 

Checkmate.

TEST COMPUTER VOICE: 

...Correct. What significant contribution to bioengineering was made on the Loonkerian outpost on Klendth?

SPOCK:

 The universal atmospheric element compensator.

TEST COMPUTER VOICE: 

Evaluate and conclude : A starship's sensors indicate it is being pursued so closely that it occupies the same space as its pursuer.

TEST COMPUTER VOICE: 

...Correct. Identify object and it's cultural significance.

SPOCK: Klingon mummification glyph.

TEST COMPUTER VOICE: What was the principle historical event on the planet Earth in the year nineteen eighty-seven?

TEST COMPUTER VOICE: 

...Correct. 

What is Kiri-kin-tha's first law of metaphysics?

SPOCK: 

Nothing Unreal Exists.

TEST COMPUTER VOICE: 

...Correct. 

Adjust the sine wave of this magnetic envelope so that anti-neutrons can pass through it but anti-gravitons cannot.

TEST COMPUTER VOICE: ...Correct. 

What is the electronic configuration of gadolinium?

TEST COMPUTER VOICE: 

...Correct. 

How do you feel? 

How do you feel?

SPOCK: 

I do not understand The Question.

AMANDA: 

What is it, Spock?

SPOCK: 

I do not understand The Question, Mother.

AMANDA: 

You're half human — 

The Computer knows that.

SPOCK: 

The Question is irrelevant.

AMANDA: 

Spock — The retraining of Your Mind has been in The Vulcan Way, 

so you may not understand feelings. 

But as My Son, you have them. 

They will surface.

SPOCK: 

As you wish, since you deem them of value. 

But I cannot wait here to find them.

AMANDA: 

Where must you go?

SPOCK: 

I must go to Earth. 

To offer Testimony.

AMANDA: 

You do this...

for Friendship?

SPOCK: 

I do it because I was there.

AMANDA: 

Spock — Does The Good of The Many 

outweigh The Good of The One?

SPOCK: 

I would accept that as an axiom.

AMANDA: 

Then you stand here alive because of a mistake ...made by your flawed, feeling, human friends. 

They have sacrificed their futures because they believed 

that the good of The One —

You, Spock

was more important to them.

SPOCK: 

Humans make illogical decisions.

AMANDA: 

They do, indeed.