Star Trek Generations Page #12

SORAN:

I think it's time we gave Mr. La Forge his sight back.

Off Lursa and B'Etor's curiosity.

CUT TO:

87 EXT. SPACE- THE ENTERPRISE (VFX-I) 87

nearing Veridian III. The planet's star is visible.

88 INT. BRIDGE88

Picard is pacing. Riker, Data, Worf, Troi, N.D.s at their stations. The

ship is at Red Alert. Data's mood has improved. He's making an effort to

keep a positive outlook, to stay upbeat.

RIKER:

Maybe they're not out there.

PICARD:

They're just trying to decide whether a twenty year-old Klingon Bird of

Prey is any match for the Federation flagship.

TROI:

Or perhaps they're on the surface.

PICARD:

Mr. Data, scan the planet for lifeforms.

Data smiles, delighted at the request.

DATA:

I was hoping you would ask me to do that, Captain. I just love to scan

for lifeforms.

As Data works, he breaks into a merry little song.

DATA:

(sings)

"Lifeforms tiny little lifeforms. Where are the lifeforms-"

PICARD:

Commander.

DATA:

Sorry, sir. (works) There is too much interference in the planet's

ionosphere for an accurate reading.

Worf turns to Picard.

WORF:

Sir, according to my calculations, a solar probe launched from either

the Klingon ship or the planet's surface will take eleven seconds to

reach the star. (beat) However, since we do not know the exact point of

origin, it will take us between eight and fifteen seconds to lock our

weapons onto it.

They exchange a grim look.

RIKER:

(quiet, to Picard)

That's a pretty big margin of error.

PICARD:

Too big. How long until the ribbon arrives?

DATA:

Approximately forty-seven minutes, sir.

PICARD:

(disturbed)

I have to find a way to get to Soran.

An alarm goes off on Worf's console.

WORF:

Captain, Klingon vessel decloaking directly ahead.

88AANGLE (VFX-I) 88A

On the viewscreen, the Bird of Prey decloaks.

WORF:

They are hailing.

PICARD:

On screen.

88BANGLE (VFX-P) 88B

On the viewscreen, Lursa and B'Etor appear.

LURSA:

Captain. What an unexpected pleasure.

PICARD:

Lursa, I want to talk to Soran.

LURSA:

I'm afraid the Doctor is no longer aboard our ship.

PICARD:

Then I'll beam down to his location. Just give us his coordinates.

B'ETOR

The Doctor values his privacy. He would be quite upset if an Away Team

interrupted him.

PICARD:

Very well. I'll beam to your ship and you can transport me to Soran.

RIKER:

(urgent)

Sir, you can't trust them. They'll kill you just like they killed

Geordi.

Lursa and B'Etor exchange a glance.

LURSA:

(innocent)

We did not kill your Engineer. He's been our guest.

RIKER:

Then return him.

B'ETOR

In exchange for what?

PICARD:

Me. If you let me speak to Soran.

The two sisters appear to consider this for a moment.

B'ETOR

(to Lursa)

The Captain would make a much more valuable hostage.

LURSA:

(to Picard)

We'll consider it a prisoner exchange.

PICARD:

Agreed.

The transmission ends. Picard heads for the turbolift.

PICARD:

Number One, you have the Bridge. Have Doctor Crusher meet me in

transporter room three.

Picard EXITS

CUT TO:

89 INT. TRANSPORTER ROOM (VFX-P) 89

Picard stands on the platform. Crusher and NURSE OGAWA stand nearby. The

TRANSPORTER CHIEF works his console.

CHIEF:

Receiving the coordinates, Captain.

PICARD:

Energize.

Picard dematerializes- and at the same instant, La Forge materializes.

Crusher and Ogawa rush to his aide, pull out their tricorders and scan

him.

La Forge is conscious, and he's wearing his VISOR.

CUT TO:

90 EXT. MOUNTAINTOP- DAY (VFX-P) 90

A large plateau ringed with trees and underbrush. A single rockface juts

upward, forming a backdrop for the plateau. Against the rockface, a

large scaffolding has been erected- planks and beams forming a complex

structure- ladders connect each level. It leads to a narrow ledge a

dozen meters above.

Picard materializes on the plateau. (NOTE: Picard's combadge is gone and

he is unarmed.) A moment as he looks around. Strange animals and birds

can be heard. He turns and sees Soran standing nearby, calmly looking at

his pocketwatch. Soran puts the watch away.

SORAN:

You must think I'm quite the madman.

PICARD:

The thought had crossed my mind.

SORAN:

The only possible reason you're here is because you're not entirely

confident you can shoot down my probe after all. So you've come to

dissuade me from my horrific plan. (beat) Good luck.

Soran turns his back on Picard and walks away.

90AANGLE (VFX-P) 90A

Picard takes a step to follow him and then is jolted backward by a large

forcefield which briefly flashes into view. The field completely

surrounds the plateau, enclosing Soran and the scaffolding, with Picard

on the outside. Off Picard's surprise.

CUT TO:

91 INT. KLINGON BIRD OF PREY- BRIDGE (VFX-P)91

The Klingon Navigator is working his console.

KLINGON HELM:

I have established the link.

LURSA:

Put it through over here.

Lursa and B'Etor move to one of the consoles with a large monitor. The

screen shows static for a few seconds, then clears to a distorted view

of a ceiling on the Enterprise- this is La Forge's POV. (NOTE: The POV

is slightly fritzed, but free of the usual VISOR effects.)

LURSA:

It's working.

B'ETOR

Where is he?

Suddenly, Crusher's face looms large in the picture, as if she's leaning

over La Forge. She smiles and starts talking. We can see her lips move,

but we can't hear what she's saying.

CRUSHER:

(silent)

Don't worry, there's been no permanent damage. Your heart is perfectly

fine. There's been a little arterial damage...

Lursa and B'Etor pull back in surprise at the image.

B'ETOR

Human females are so repulsive.

CUT TO:

92 INT. SICKBAY- CONTINUOUS 92

Crusher is leaning over La Forge, who is on a biobed. Mid-conversation.

CRUSHER:

...and some myocardial degeneration. I'm going to give you some

hematozine, and I want to run more tests, but I think you're going to be

fine.

LA FORGE:

Thanks, Doc.

CUT TO:

93 EXT. MOUNTAINTOP- DAY 93

Picard is walking the perimeter of the invisible forcefield, looking for

some way in. Soran is concentrating on his PADD as Picard tries to

engage him on some level.

PICARD:

You don't need to do this, Soran. I'm sure we could find some other way

to get you into this Nexus.

93AANGLE (VFX-P) 93A

Soran gets up and works his control PADD. Suddenly a probe launcher

decloaks in the middle of the plateau. The launcher is a cylindrical

apparatus the size of a small car. Soran goes to the launcher, steps

onto it and begins working the control panel.

SORAN:

(calm, distracted)

I've spent eighty years looking for another way, Captain. This is the

only one. (beat) Of course, you could always come with me. You fancy

yourself an explorer. Here's a chance to explore something no human has

ever experienced.

PICARD:

Not if it means killing over two hundred million people. (beat, then

with meaning) I wonder, did your wife Leandra know that she married a

man who was capable of mass murder?

This has touched a nerve in Soran. Something dark and ugly flickers

across his face.

PICARD:

(pressing on)

When you tucked your children into bed, do you suppose they ever

suspected that their father would one day kill millions as casually as

he kissed them goodnight?

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