Stay Where Thou Art

Captain's log, stardate 41153.7. 

Our Destination is Planet Deneb Four, 

beyond which lies the great 

unexplored mass of The Galaxy. 

My Orders are to examine Farpoint, 

a starbase built there 

by the inhabitants of that world. 

Meanwhile, I am becoming 

better acquainted 

with my new command, this 

Galaxy Class USS Enterprise. 

I am still somewhat in awe 

of its size and complexity. 

As for my crew, 

we are short in several 

key positions, 

most notably a first officer, 

but I am informed that 

a highly experienced man, 

one Commander William Riker, 

will be waiting to join Our Ship 

at our Deneb Four destination.

[Bridge]

PICARD: 

You will agree, Data, that 

Starfleet's orders are... difficult? 

DATA: 

Difficult? Simply, 

'Solve The Mystery 

of Farpoint Station.' 

PICARD: 

As simple as that. 

TROI: 

Farpoint Station. Even The Name 

sounds mysterious. 

PICARD: 

It's hardly simple, Data, 

to negotiate a friendly agreement 

for Starfleet to use The Base 

while at the same time snoop around 

finding how and why the life form there built it. 

DATA: 

Inquiry. The word 'snoop?' 

PICARD: 

Data, how can you be programmed 

as a virtual encyclopedia of human information 

without knowing a simple word like 'snoop'? 

DATA: 

A Possibility : A Kind of Human Behaviour 

I was not designed to emulate. 

PICARD: 

It means 'to Spy', 'to Sneak'. 

DATA: 

Ah! To seek covertly, to go stealthily, 

to slink, slither --

PICARD: 

Exactly, yes. 

DATA: 

Glide, creep, skulk, 

pussyfoot, gumshoe. 

TROI: 

Captain, I'm sensing a powerful mind. 

(Collision alert sounds) 

TORRES: 

Something strange on the detector circuits. 

(A massive barrier appears in front of them in space) 

DATA: 

It registers as solid, Captain. 

TROI: 

Or an incredibly powerful forcefield. 

But if we collide with either it could be very -- 

PICARD: 

Shut off that damned noise. 

Go to Yellow Alert. 

WORF: 

Shields and deflectors up, sir. 

(The barrier ripples like chain mail) 

PICARD: 

Reverse power, full stop. 

TORRES: 

Controls to full stop, sir. 

Now reading full stop, sir. 

(There's a flash of light, and an Elizabethan era soldier appears, complete with breast plate and plumed hat) 

Q.: 

Thou are notified that Thy Kind 

hath infiltrated The Galaxy too far already. 

Thou art directed to return 

to Thine Own Solar System immediately. 

PICARD: 

That's quite a directive. 

Would you mind identifying 

What You Are? 

Q.: 

We call ourselves The Q. 

Or Thou Mayst Call Me That. 

It's all much the same thing. 

(The same force barrier stops two people exiting the turbolift) 

Q .: 

I Present My Self to Thee as a fellow Ship's Captain, 

that Thou Mayst better understand me.

 

Go Back whence Thou camest. 

(to Helmsman) 

Stay Where Thou art! 

(And the helmsman is frozen solid, phaser in hand)

PICARD: 

Data, call medics. 

TROI: 

He's frozen! 

PICARD: 

He would not have injured You -- 

Do You recognise this, the stun setting? 

Q: 

Knowing Humans as Thou Dost, Captain, 

wouldst Thou be captured helpless by Them? 

Now, Go Back 

or Thou Shalt 

Most Certainly Die.

Captain's log, supplementary -- 

The frozen form of Lieutenant Torres 

has been rushed to sickbay. 

The Question, Now, is 

The Incredible Power 

of The Q.-Being. 

Do We Dare Oppose It?

[Bridge]

Q. : 

Captain, thy little centuries go by so rapidly. 

Perhaps thou will better understand this. 

(A flash of light and he is wearing a 20th century US military uniform, with a cigarette in his hand) 

Q. : 

Actually, The Issue at stake is Patriotism --

You must return to Your World 

and put an end to The Commies. 

All it takes is A Few Good Men. 

PICARD : 

What? That nonsense 

is centuries behind Us. 

Q. : 

But You can't deny that 

You're still a dangerous, 

Savage, Child-Race. 

PICARD: 

Most certainly I deny it. 

I agree we still were 

when humans wore costumes like
that, four hundred years ago. 

Q. : 

At which time you slaughtered millions 

in silly arguments about 

How to Divide The Resources 

of Your Little World. 

And four hundred years before that, 

You were murdering each other 

in quarrels over tribal God-Images. 

Since then,there are no indications 

that Humans will ever change. 

PICARD: 

But even when we wore costumes 

like that we'd already started 

to make rapid progress. 

Q: 

Oh yeah? You want to review your rapid progress? 

(Flash, and a change into a padded suit) 

Q. : 

Rapid progress, to where Humans learned 

to Control Their Military with drugs. 

WORF: 

Sir, sickbay reports 

Lieutenant Torres's 

condition is better. 

Q.: 

Oh, concern for one's fellow comrade --

How touching. 

WORF: 

And now a personal request, sir. 

Permission to clean up the bridge. 

TASHA: 

Lieutenant Worf is right, sir. 

As Security Chief I can't just stand here and let --

PICARD: 

Yes you can, Lieutenant Yar. 

Q. : 

(taking a snort of something) 

Oh, better. And later, on finally 

reaching Deep Space, 

Humans of course found Enemies 

to fight Out There, too. 

And to broaden those struggles 

You again found allies for still more murdering. 

The Same Old Story, 

all over again. 

PICARD: 

No. The Same Old Story is The One 

We're meeting now. 

Self-righteous life forms 

who are eager not to learn, 

but to Prosecute, 

to Judge anything 

They don't understand 

or can't tolerate. 

Q. : 

What an interesting idea : 

Prosecute and Judge. 

Suppose it turns out we understand 

You Humans only too well. 

PICARD: 

We've no fear of what the true facts about us will reveal. 

Q. : 

Facts about You? Splendid, splendid, Captain! 

You're a veritable 

Fountain of Good Ideas. 

There are preparations to make, 

but when we next meet, Captain, 

We'll proceed exactly 

as You suggest. 

(A flash and He is gone) 

WORF: 

Sir, respectfully submit, 

Our only Choice is to Fight. 

TASHA: 

Fight, or Try to Escape. 

PICARD: 

Sense anything, Commander? 

TROI: 

It's Mind is much Too Powerful. 

Recommend, We Avoid Contact. 

PICARD: 

From This Point, 

No Station aboard, 

repeat No Station, 

for any reason will 

make use of 

transmitted signals 

or intercom. 

We'll Try and Take Them 

by Surprise. 

Let's see what this 

Galaxy-class Starship can Do. 

(to Worf) 

Lieutenant, inform Engine Room 

to prepare for maximum acceleration. 

WORF: 

Aye, sir. 

PICARD: 

Records search, Data -- 

Results of detaching saucer-section 

at high-warp velocity. 

DATA: 

Inadvisable at any 

Warp Speed, sir. 

PICARD: 

Search Theoretical. 

DATA: 

It is possible, sir. 

But absolutely no 

margin for error. 

PICARD: 

Using print-out only, notify all decks 

to prepare for maximum acceleration. 

Now hear this, Maximum, 

You're entitled to know, 

means that We'll be 

pushing Our Engines 

well beyond safety limits. 

Our Hope is to surprise 

whatever That is Out There, 

try and outrun it. 

Our only other option is to 

tuck tail between our legs and 

Return to Earth as They demand. 

(Worf makes his trip to Engineering and back) 

WORF: 

Engine Room ready, sir. 

TROI: 

The Board shows Green, Captain. All Go. 

PICARD: 

Stand by -- Engage. 

(They swoop along and past The Barrier, which then turns into a ball and chases them) 

WORF: 

Velocity, Warp 9.2. 

DATA: 

Heading 351 mark 11, sir. 

PICARD: 

Steady on that. 

TASHA: 

The Hostile is now Giving Chase, sir. 

Accelerating fast. 

WORF: 

We're now at Warp 9.3, sir, 

which Takes Us past 

The Red Line, sir. 

PICARD: 

Continue accelerating. 

Counsellor, at This Point, 

I'm open to guesses about 

What We've just met. 

TROI: 

It it felt Like Something Beyond 

what We'd consider A Life Form. 

PICARD: 

Beyond? 

TROI: 

Very, very advanced, sir, 

or certainly very, very different. 

WORF: 

We're at 9.4, sir. 

TASHA: 

Hostile is now beginning 

to overtake Us, sir. 

PICARD: 

Are You Sure? 

DATA: 

Hostile's velocity is already 

Warp 9.6, sir. 

Shall I put Them on the main viewer? 

PICARD: 

Reverse angle. 

DATA: 

Magnifying viewer image. 

TASHA: 

Hostile's velocity is 9.7, sir. 

PICARD: 

Worf, inform The Engine Room 

We need more. 

DATA: 

Engine Room attempting 

to comply, sir, 

but They caution Us... 

PICARD: 

Go to Yellow Alert. 

Arm aft photon torpedoes. 

Place them on ready status. 

TASHA: 

Torpedoes to ready, sir. 

TASHA: 

Hostile now at Warp 9.8, sir. 

WORF: 

Our Velocity is only 9.5, sir. 

DATA: 

Projection, sir -- We may be able 

to match Hostile's 9.8, sir. 

But at extreme risk. 

TASHA: 

Now reading The Hostile 

at Warp 9.9, sir. 

PICARD: 

Now hear this. 

Print-out message, urgent, 

all stations on all decks. 

Prepare for emergency saucer sever. 

You will command the saucer section, Lieutenant. 

WORF: 

I am a Klingon, sir. 

For me to seek escape when 

My Captain goes into battle —

PICARD: 

You are a Starfleet officer, Lieutenant. 

WORF: 

Aye, sir. 

PICARD: 

Make The Mark, Data. 

Note in Ship's log 

that at this StarTime, 

I'm Transferring Command to 

The Battle Bridge. 

(Picard, Data, Yar and Troi 

leave the Bridge to unnamed crew)

Captain's log, StarDate 41153.7. 

Preparing to detach saucer section. so that families and the majority of the ship's company can seek relative safety while the vessel's stardrive, containing The Battle Bridge and main armaments, 

will turn back and confront the mystery that is threatening us.

[Battle Bridge]

(Families of various races make their way along corridors as the bridge crew settle into a more compact Bridge)

PICARD: 

Lieutenant, Your Torpedoes must detonate 

close enough to the hostile 

to blind it at the moment we separate. 

TASHA: 

Understood, sir. 

TROI: 

All decks acknowledging, sir. 
PICARD: 

Worf, this is the Captain.

[Bridge]

PICARD : 

At the moment of separation, 

we will reverse power just enough 

to get your saucer section out ahead and clear of us. 

WORF: 

Understood, Captain.

[Battle Bridge]

TASHA: 

Torpedoes away, sir. 

(Eight red dots shoot out from the stern) 

PICARD: 

Begin Countdown. Mark. 

DATA: 

Starship separation in six, five, 

four, three, two, one. 

(Gracefully, the huge saucer lifts away from the body of the ship) 

DATA: 

Separation is Successful, sir. 

(The main body does a hand-brake turn and heads back to their pursuer. The torpedoes detonate.) 

TASHA: 

Torpedoes have detonated, sir. 

PICARD: 

Let's come to a stop. 

Reverse power. 

DATA: 

Reverse power. 

Decelerating. 

PICARD: 

Dead Stop. 

We'll hold this position 

and wait for Them. 

TROI: 

That will bring them here in just minutes, sir. 

TASHA: 

Will we make A Fight of it, Captain? 

If We can at least damage Their Ship 

we'll have a chance 

PICARD: 

Lieutenant, are You recommending 

we fight a life form that can do 

all those things? 

I'd Like to Hear Your Advice. 

TASHA : 

I Spoke before I Thought, sir. 

We should look for some way 

to distract Them from 

going after The Saucer. 

O'BRIEN: 

All forward motion stopped, sir. 

PICARD: 

Thank you, Conn. 

Commander, Signal The Following, 

in All Languages 

and on All Frequencies. 

We Surrender. 

State that We are not asking 

for any terms or conditions. 

TROI: 

Aye, sir. 

All language forms and frequencies. 

The Dome of Heaven

We are leaving Our Time now. 

We are leaving Our Time now. 

There are places where Time moves 

more slowly than Here. 

We all know all four directions, 

East, West, North, South. 

And we are also under 

The Fifth Direction, 

the vertical one, 

which is in Us 

Today, Here.

Once upon a time, there was a king and a queen. And they lived in a castle. And near the castle there was a forest. You know there’s always a forest near the castle. And this forest was like other forests, with one exception: when anyone went into it, he didn’t come back. Five hunters went out, and they didn’t come back. Ten hunters were sent after them, and they didn’t come back. Then twenty hunters went out, they did not come back. And then thirty hunters were sent after them, and they did not come back.

And pretty soon, no one went to that part of the forest anymore. Only occasionally a hawk or an eagle flew over it. That identifies this as a male story, the hawk and the eagle are male birds. That was the situation, and that’s the way it lasted for many years.

Finally, one day a young man came, and he said, “Anything dangerous to do around here?” And the king said, “Yes, there is, but I don’t recommend it, because the return rate is not good.” And the young man said, “That’s the sort of thing I like, I think I’ll go.”

So he went, taking only his dog with him. Maybe the fact that he didn’t go in a group was a part of it. He took only his dog with him, and he walked into the forest and he walked all the way into the forest and all of a sudden, a hand came up out of the pond and pulled the dog down. 

And he didn’t get hysterical. 

He just said, 

“This must be the place.”

The Black Pool

And he didn’t get hysterical. 

He just said, 

“This must be the place.”

We are leaving Our Time now. 

We are leaving Our Time now. 

There are places where Time moves 

more slowly than Here. 

We all know all four directions, 

East, West, North, South. 

And we are also under 

The Fifth Direction, 

the vertical one, 

which is in Us 

Today, Here.

Once upon a time, there was a king and a queen. And they lived in a castle. And near the castle there was a forest. You know there’s always a forest near the castle. And this forest was like other forests, with one exception: when anyone went into it, he didn’t come back. Five hunters went out, and they didn’t come back. Ten hunters were sent after them, and they didn’t come back. Then twenty hunters went out, they did not come back. And then thirty hunters were sent after them, and they did not come back.

And pretty soon, no one went to that part of the forest anymore. Only occasionally a hawk or an eagle flew over it. That identifies this as a male story, the hawk and the eagle are male birds. That was the situation, and that’s the way it lasted for many years.

Finally, one day a young man came, and he said, “Anything dangerous to do around here?” And the king said, “Yes, there is, but I don’t recommend it, because the return rate is not good.” 

And the young man said, 

“That’s the sort of thing I like, 

I think I’ll go.”

So he went, taking only his dog with him. Maybe the fact that he didn’t go in a group was a part of it. He took only his dog with him, and he walked into the forest and he walked all the way into the forest and all of a sudden, a hand came up out of the pond and pulled the dog down. 

And he didn’t get hysterical. 

He just said, 

“This must be the place.”

Make Better Wings

"I don't know if anyone, 

including Stanley, could've told you 

WHY he wanted to make a film 

about The Holocaust...."

A. : It's The PAPERWORK.

"Stanley didn't change very much --

Stanley Kubrick - Griffith Award acceptance speech

“I’ve never been certain whether 

The Moral of The Icarus Story 

should only be, as is generally accepted, 

‘Don’t Try to Fly Too High’ 

or whether it might also be thought of as 

‘Forget The Wax and Feathers, 

and Do a Better Job on The Wings.”

The Icarus Factor

"Data, what if I missed something?"

"The Ship's Computer would have corrected immediately."

"Maybe My Inputs were incorrect."

Today I am a Warrior. 

I must show you My Heart. 

I travel The River of Blood.

WESLEY: 

Data! Geordi! I figured out Worf's problem.

LAFORGE: 

You spoke to him?

WESLEY: 

No, no. I accessed the complete 

Klingon cultural database. It took me some time

LAFORGE: 

Okay, Wesley, slow down.

What is the problem?

WESLEY: 

It's the tenth anniversary of 

Worf's Age of Ascension.

LAFORGE: 

His what?

WESLEY: 

The Klingon Age of Ascension. 

It's a ritual of great significance. 

A rite of initiation marking a new level of Klingon spiritual attainment.

DATA: 

And what is the significance of the anniversary of this event?

WESLEY: 

It's a day of celebration and ritual spent with one's fellow Klingons. 

Worf doesn't have any Klingon friends.

LAFORGE: 

We're his friends.

WESLEY: 

Right, but we don't practice Klingon tradition, 

And we're not Klingons. 

Worf is feeling culturally and socially isolated.

LAFORGE: 

So, what do you suggest we do? 

I'm not sure I'd like to invite a bunch of Klingons on board.

DATA: 

We can programme The Ship's Computer 

to supply simulations on the Holodeck.

LAFORGE: 

Holographic Klingons. 

Sure. Why not?

DATA: 

We need only to programme The Computer 

with details of the specific ceremony.

WESLEY: 

The cultural database said 

The Klingon's family must attend.

LAFORGE: 

So? We're His Family. We'll go. 

I just wonder what kind of party the Klingons had in mind. 

You did all this in a day? - Yeah.

All right.

I work with some really great people.

Good job, guys. Great job.

Hey, did you hear the news?

Ben and Chris want us to go into Conference Room "C"

for a meeting.

Let's get this over with.

Happy Birthday, Ron.

Ann said you had a big party...

sombreros, karaoke.

Yeah, I did that for Ann.

Why would I throw Ron Swanson an Ann Perkins party?

What about the giant list of things April was doing?

That was just a list of ways to mess with you.

She do 'em all?

She did indeed.

So I have rented Bridge on the River Kwai

and The Dirty Dozen.

Artie from Security is outside the door,

so no one will bother you.

And a cab will be here 

whenever you're ready 

to take you home.

Thank you.

Do you remember what you said to me five years ago

when Eagleton offered me that job,

and I asked you for your advice?

Uh, "Do Whatever The Hell You Want.

What Do I Care?"

Right, but then, after,

when I pressed you, what did you say?

I believe I said

That I thought we worked well together

and that I might disagree with your philosophy,

but I respected you.

And I said that 

You'll get a lot of job offers in Your Life,

but you only have one hometown.

Yes. That's how I remember it.

This, by the way, is a one-time-only situation.

Next year, your birthday party is gonna be a rager.

Mmm!

Mmm.

[Riker's quarters]

RIKER: 

I've practised my best Academy courtesy, 

now it's time for you to go.

KYLE: 

It's time for us to have a talk, so lower your shields.

RIKER: I'm asking you to leave, or I'll

KYLE: You'll what? You know, it's a shame there's no anbo-jyutsu ring nearby.

RIKER: Really? There is. Deck Twelve. The gymnasium.

KYLE: We can clear the air once and for all.

RIKER: You're on.

[Doctor's office]

KYLE: Scuttlebutt says you wanted to see me.

PULASKI: That's right. I thought I knew you, Kyle.

KYLE: You do, as well as anyone.

PULASKI: Then what is this I hear about an anbo-jyutsu match with Will?

KYLE: You've heard.

PULASKI: Haven't we grown beyond the point where we resolve our problems with physical conflict?

KYLE: I think you're overreacting.

PULASKI: I'm overreacting? You're the one who's going out to fight with his own son.

KYLE: Don't think of it as a fight, Kate. Think of it as more of a contest.

PULASKI: And suppose one of you is injured?

KYLE: I know where to find a good doctor. Kate

PULASKI: Kyle.

KYLE: Will and I have been playing anbo-jyutsu ever since he was eight old, and he knows how to handle himself. And so do I.

PULASKI: Don't take this personally, but Will is in his prime.

KYLE: And I'm no spring chicken, I know. Don't worry. He's never been able to beat me.

[Holodeck]

(A forbidding setting, lit with red light. There is a channel between two raised platforms)

DATA: Computer, is this it?

COMPUTER: Correct. Klingon Rite of Ascension Chamber.

LAFORGE: Is this really necessary?

WESLEY: If we want to get Worf through his problem, it is.

DATA: Computer, please give us Klingon personnel appropriate to this event.

(Four warriors stand on each side of the channel, with metre-long painstiks)

DATA: These images are specifically programmed for Ascension rites.

LAFORGE: Cute bunch.

WESLEY: And they use those?

O'BRIEN: Those are Klingon painstiks. I once saw one of them used against a two-ton Rectyne Monopod. Poor creature jumped five metres at the slightest touch. It finally died from excessive cephalic pressures.

WESLEY: You mean?

O'BRIEN: That's right. The animal's head exploded like

PULASKI: I think that's enough, Chief O'Brien.

[Corridor]

WORF: I do not enjoy riddles, Counsellor.

TROI: You will enjoy this one.

WORF: I am in no mood for trifling or games, not today.

TROI: I know what an important day this is for you, the anniversary of your Rite of Ascension.

WORF: You know about that?

TROI: All your friends on board do.

WORF: That is impossible. It is a secret known only to Klingons.

TROI: And certain resourceful young Ensigns.

WORF: Wesley Crusher. What does he know about it?

TROI: Just bear with me.

WORF: Where are we going?

TROI: The holodeck.

WORF: This is truly trying my patience, Counsellor.

TROI: I think you will approve.

WORF: You're not coming in?

TROI: No.

WORF: Open.

[Holodeck]

WORF: An Ascension ceremony.

LAFORGE: Happy anniversary, Worf.

DATA: 

Shall we begin?

WORF: 

I am ready.

(He steps between the two lines of warriors)

WORF: 

DaHjaj SuvwI''e' jIH. 

tIgwIj Sa'angNIS. 

'Iw bIQtIqDaq jIjaH. 

Today I am a Warrior. 

I must show you My Heart. 

I travel The River of Blood.

(The first two warriors apply their painstiks to his sides, and he screams in pain)

DATA: 

The True Test of Klingon Strength 

is to admit one's most profound feelings 

while under extreme duress.

WORF: 

jIbechrup may' vIlos.

(The second pair apply their painstiks)

WORF: 

The Battle is Mine. 

I crave only The Blood of The Enemy. 

HIHIvqa'.

(Third pair. He falls to his knees and O'Brien holds Pulaski back)

WORF: 

The Bile of The Vanquished 

flows over My Hands. 

May'pequ' moH.

(The fourth and final pair use their painstiks twice and he collapses in front of His Family)

WORF: 

Thank You.

[Observation lounge]

TROI: Is Lieutenant Worf all right?

PULASKI: He's never been happier.

TROI: So it was a good ceremony?

PULASKI: Let's just say that I was not about to stay for refreshments.

TROI: Klingon culture is not in your taste?

PULASKI: I'm just glad that humans have progressed beyond the need for barbaric display.

TROI: Have they? Commander Riker and his father are in the gymnasium, about to engage in barbarism of their own.

PULASKI: Don't remind me. It's something of which I do not approve.

TROI: In spite of human evolution, there are still some traits that are endemic to gender.

PULASKI: You think that they're going to knock each other's brains out because they're men?

TROI: Human males are unique. Fathers continue to regard their sons as children, even into adulthood. And sons continue to chafe against what they perceive as their fathers' expectations of them.

PULASKI: It's almost as if they never really grow up at all, isn't it?

TROI: Perhaps that's part of their charm, and why we find them so attractive.

PULASKI: Particularly men like Commander Riker.

TROI: And his father.

PULASKI: I hope they don't hurt each other.

[Gymnasium]

KYLE: Anbo-jyutsu. The ultimate evolution if the martial arts.

(They are wearing plastic suits of armour and carrying staffs with a large knob at one end. They are standing on a raised circular ring, decorated with oriental characters)

RIKER: I remember my early lessons.

KYLE: You could never get used to the sightless factor, or to losing.

RIKER: True, but I've had fifteen years to practise.

KYLE: Well, let's see if you've learned anything.

(They lower their opaque visors)

BOTH: Onegaishimasu.

(They circle, the small ends of the staves making a noise when they come close. Riker takes the first swings with the padded end, then Kyle. Then they return to trying to locate each other by the noise. Riker hits Kyle on the back, disarms him and sends him flying out of the ring)

KYLE: Well, you've been practising.

RIKER: And remembering. You should have been the one to die, not her. Yoroshiku-onegaishimasu.

KYLE: Good. Get it all out. Yoroshiku-onegaishimasu.

(This time, Kyle gets in the first hit, and Riker has to defend himself by holding his staff over his head)

RIKER: Matta! (Kyle backs away) I had you.

KYLE: Listen, Will. You were too young to understand and I was too hurt to explain.

RIKER: You were never too hurt for anything.

KYLE: She was your mother, but she was my wife. And when she died all that kept me going was you.

RIKER: You had a strange way of showing it.

KYLE: I came here thinking we could talk this out, but maybe you're right. Maybe I am no father, and you're no son. And this this fight is all we have left.

(Another round, and Kyle knocked Riker on his back)

RIKER: Wait!

KYLE: What is it now?

RIKER: 

You can't do that.

KYLE: What?

RIKER: 

Hachidan kiritsu! 

It's illegal.

KYLE: 

You're kidding?

RIKER: 

All those years. 

That's why I never won. 

You were cheating.

KYLE: 

It worked, didn't it? 

Kept you coming back for more.

RIKER: 

Incredible. You cheated me. 

How'd you get away with it?

KYLE: You were just a kid. By the time you were twelve years old, I knew I couldn't take you but I had to keep you interested, I had to keep you challenged, didn't I?

RIKER: I always hated you for that.

KYLE: Damn it, Will. You were barely out of diapers when she died. You hardly knew her! I'd loved her. Of course you carried the pain. So did I. I should have explained this to you a long time ago, but it hurt too much. Then the wall grew up between us. And living there, you and me, the wall got bigger. You know, it's funny. I can talk to a whole roomful of admirals about anything in the galaxy, but I can't talk to you about how I feel.

RIKER: How do you feel?

KYLE: How do you think? I love you, son. I've got to get back to the Starbase.

RIKER: I know. I'm glad you came.

(They finally embrace)

KYLE: Be careful now, okay?

That's Who I am

Bill is Here 

[captioned] 

(with reversal & promo) 

by iamaphoney

Bill is Here.

"NUMBER ONE 

(AKA WILLIAM RYKER) – 

A 30-35 year old Caucasian born in Alaska. 

He is a pleasant 

looking man 

with sex appeal, 

of medium height, 

very Agile and Strong, 

a natural Psychologist. 

Number One, as he is usually called, is 

Second in Command 

of The Enterprise 

and has a very strong, 

solid relationship 

with The Captain."

Other background details which were eventually added to Riker's preproduction character bio claimed Riker "doesn't fully appreciate The Female Need 

to be needed" 

and that he is 

"privately called 

William by Picard 

and Bill by 'female friends'" 

(Troi does refer to him as "Bill" in "The Naked Now" and "Haven", 

although this nickname 

was apparently dropped 

in favour of "Will". 

However, in the script for "Encounter at Farpoint", Picard refers to him as "Bill".)

Bill is Here!

Sooner or Later, 
The Bill Becomes Due.

Thomas is Here!

RIKER: 

Riker to Enterprise.

Do You Hear Me? 

DATA: 

Perfectly, Commander. 

I will be monitoring you continuously. 

TROI: 

Mintakan emotions 

are quite interesting. 

Like The Vulcans, 

They have highly ordered minds. 

A very sensible People. 

For example, Mintakan Women 

precede Their Mates --

It's A Signal 

to other women. 

RIKER: 

“This Man's Taken, 

Get Your Own”? 

TROI: 

Not precisely -- More like, 

“If You want His Services, 

I'm the one You have 

to negotiate with.”

RIKER : 

What kind of Services? 

TROI : 

All kinds. 

RIKER : 

….They ARE a Sensible Race (!)

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