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Picard shrugs it off- it's not exactly his cup of tea, but he'll go

along with it.

Worf is hustled to the rail where CRUSHER is waiting patiently by the

plank, holding a long pike. Worf is put on the plank and Crusher prods

him with the pike until Worf is nearly at the end.

Worf finally stops and turns around

WORF:

(a shout)

WAIT!

Everyone falls silent a moment. Worf looks over the side at the water

below.

WORF:

(a little embarrassed)

I can't swim.

LA FORGE:

(calmly, to Worf)

The Holodeck safety program is engaged. The computer won't let you

drown.

CRUSHER:

But the sharks are quite convincing.

Crusher prods him with the pike and Worf falls into the sea with a huge

splash. Everyone laughs and cheers. Reveal DATA, who is standing near

the side rail, looking a little confused at the reaction.

DATA:

(to Crusher)

Doctor, I must confess I am uncertain as to why pushing someone into

freezing, shark-infested water is amusing.

CRUSHER:

It's all done in good fun, Data. Get in the spirit of things.

DATA:

Ah.

Data thinks a moment, then he lifts Crusher with one hand and hold her

over the rail.

CRUSHER:

Data...Data-!

Data lets go and Crusher plummets into the ocean. Data looks around- no

one is laughing. They all look a little surprised.

LA FORGE:

Data=8A that wasn't funny.

Data is puzzled by the reaction of the crowd. He's more confused than

ever.

43 PICARD AND RIKER 43

are standing on the quarterdeck as a very wet Beverly Crusher comes up

on deck.

PICARD:

Well, now that we're all aboard=8A (beat, then smiles) Number One, bring

the ship before the wind. (savoring the moment) Let's see what's out

there.

RIKER:

Aye, aye, sir. (to Troi) Take the wheel, Commander.

Troi takes the ship's wheel.

RIKER:

(shouts)

All hands make sail! Raise up tacks and stand by the braces!

The crew springs into action, rushing to their places aloft and on

deck,grabbing ropes and lines, starting to unfurl the sails, trimming

the yardarms, getting the ship ready to sail.

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46 PICARD AND RIKER 46

Picard is drinking in the scene with a look of great satisfaction and

contentment.

PICARD:

Imagine what it was like, Will. No engines, no computers, just the wind,

the sea and the stars to guide you.

RIKER:

Bad food, brutal discipline. (beat) No women.

But Picard won't let Riker rain on his parade- he's thoroughly enjoying

himself.

COM VOICE:

Bridge to Captain Picard.

PICARD:

Picard here.

COM VOICE:

There is a personal message for you from Earth.

PICARD:

(annoyed)

Put it through down here. (to Riker) But the best thing about a life at

sea was that they couldn't get to you.

Picard walks toward the bow.

PICARD:

(to com)

Computer, arch.

46AANGLE (VFX-P) 46A

A U-shaped arch with several computer panels visible appears on the

forecastle. It's a strange sight to see a piece of the 24th century on

the deck of this ship. Picard goes to the arch and activates one of the

monitors and waits for the transmission to appear.

46BNEW ANGLE (VFX-P)46B

A text message appears and he starts to read it. After a moment, he

reacts with shock and dismay to something on the screen.

47 ON TROI 47

whose attention has been drawn to Picard, at the arch. She reacts with

concern at the expression on his face.

TROI:

(to crewmember)

Here. Take the wheel.

Troi moves toward the bow.

48 ON PICARD (VFX-P)48

whose face is now ashen with shock. Clearly he has just read something

on the screen which is very disturbing. He stares into the middle

distance for a moment. Troi moves to him.

TROI:

(quiet)

Captain, are you all right?

PICARD:

Yes. Fine. If you'll excuse me.

He turns off the screen.

PICARD:

Computer, exit.

48AANGLE (VFX-P) 48A

The Holodeck doors appear within the arch. Picard is clearly distracted

as he EXITS to the corridor. Troi looks after him with concern.

49 NEW ANGLE49

favoring Riker. He takes a couple of steps toward Worf.

RIKER:

Set the royals and the studding sails, Mr. Worf.

Worf looks at him blankly for a moment.

WORF:

The royal...studs?

RIKER:

(smiles, points aloft)

You see the top yardarm, now look to the-

Suddenly a com voice interrupts.

COM VOICE:

Bridge to Commander Riker.

RIKER:

Riker here.

COM VOICE:

We're picking up a distress call from the Amargosa observatory, sir They

say they're under attack.

RIKER:

(to all)

Red Alert! All hands to battle stations! Captain Picard to the Bridge.

Everyone on the ship reacts, and there is a general rush to the bow of

the ship.

CUT TO:

50 EXT. SPACE- ENTERPRISE-D (VFX-I) 50

The great ship at impulse. We follow it and then see ahead of the ship,

a small solar observatory with a complex optical array. The observatory

bears scorch marks and other signs of recent battle. (In the b.g., a

yellow sun can be seen.)

51 INT. BRIDGE (VFX-I)51

Picard in command. Riker, Troi, Worf and Data at their stations They

didn't have time to change, so they are all still dressed in their

costumes from the ceremony. The ship is at Red Alert. The image of the

burnt-out observatory is on the viewscreen.

RIKER:

It looks like we're too late.

WORF:

(off console)

There are no other ships in the system.

DATA:

Sensors show five life signs aboard the station, Captain.

RIKER:

The station complement was nineteen.

A grim beat. Picard gets up and starts heading for the Ready Room- his

attitude is dismissive, almost irritated that this has interrupted some

deeper concern of his.

PICARD:

Secure from Red Alert. Number One, begin an investigation. I'll be in my

Ready Room.

Troi and Riker exchange a surprised look.

RIKER:

Sir?

PICARD:

(hard)

Make it so.

Picard EXITS. An awkward beat. What's wrong with the Captain? But they

have their orders. As Riker and Worf head for the exit,

CUT TO:

52 INT. OBSERVATORY- OPS CENTER (VFX-P)52

The station is a smoking ruin- consoles flickering, lights dim, damage

everywhere. Only a few minutes have passed since they were attacked.

Riker, Worf, Crusher and two SECURITY GUARDS materialize. They're all

back in uniform, holding phasers and palm beacons. Worf has a tricorder

and Crusher has a medical kit. The room is cramped, there are fallen

bulk-heads and blown- out consoles. The debris makes it difficult to get

a clear view of the room.

WORF:

These blast patterns are consistent with Type III disruptors.

RIKER:

Well, that narrows it to Klingon, Breen or Romulan.

Crusher follows her tricorder readings.

CRUSHER:

I'm picking up lifesigns...about twenty meters ahead.

WORF:

That rules out Klingons.

Riker gives him a look.

WORF:

They would not have left anyone alive.

CRUSHER:

Over here.

They pick their way carefully through the carnage of the station and

come to the body of a Starfleet science officer. He has taken a

disruptor blast to the back and there is a nasty-looking scorch mark on

his uniform. Crusher immediately takes some devices out of her medical

kit and begins to treat him.

RIKER:

Worf, you're with me. Paskall, you and Mendez search the upper deck.

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