All language subtitles for StarTrek.TNG-s03e21.Hollow.Pursuits

I don't want any trouble here,
Barclay.

Trouble?

Why would there be trouble?

Because wherever you
go, trouble follows.

Lieutenant Barclay,
you're on duty.

Is that a fact?

It is, and you'll observe it.

So get back to your post.

Look, pal,
why don't you do me a favor.

Take yourself and your
holier-than-thou attitude

and get out of my life.

This is insubordination,
Mr. Barclay.

Here's to insubordination.

Riker, you're nothing
but a pretty mannequin

in a fancy uniform.

You're full of hot air.

If Picard has a problem with me

you tell him to come
and talk to me himself.

I feel your confidence,
your arrogant resolve.

It excites me.

Lieutenant Barclay,
report to Cargo Bay Five now.

It'll have to wait
till later, darling.

I'll be right there.

Save program.

I just don't know
what to do with him.

The guy's always late.

He never gives his best effort.

Just slides by.

I'm telling you,
I can't deal with it anymore.

I mean, how does a guy like that
make it through the academy?

I think it's time we spoke
to the Captain about Broccoli.

That's what Wesley calls him.

You keep that to yourself.

Well, it fits.

Commander, a broken seal.

Well, you better destroy it.

Those samples will be tainted.

Hey!

Is it a problem for you

to report to duty on time,
Lieutenant?

No... no, sir.

I'm... I'm very, very sorry,
sir.

It's just that I had a...

a very important communique,
which required

my immediate response.

I don't want to hear it.

Now, we're having
an intermittent problem

with this antigrav unit.

I want you to see
what you can do.

Mr. Barclay, I'm tired
of seeing your name on report.

I don't know
what you got away with

at your last posting,
but this is the Enterprise.

We set a different
standard here.

Understood?

Understood, sir.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the Starship Enterprise.

Its continuing mission--

to explore strange new worlds

to seek out new life
and new civilizations

to boldly go
where no one has gone before.

Captain's Log, Stardate 43807.4.

We're taking on a load
of special tissue samples

donated by the Mikulaks
for shipment to Nahmi lV.

The samples could prove vital
to the containment

of an outbreak of Correllium
fever on that world.

Everything...

everything looks...

Iooks normal to me.

Mm-hmm.

Computer, activate
antigrav unit.

Damn it.

I... I don't understand.

La Forge to Engineering.

I'll need more people
in Cargo Bay Five.

Anyone you can spare.

La Forge out.

We could use a hand,
Mr. Barclay.

Uh, I'll disassemble it
later, Commander.

It shouldn't do that.

Well, I mean...

I mean, of course,
it shouldn't do that.

Uh, well, l... I mean...

it shouldn't do that.

I'm just not accustomed
to seeing

an unsatisfactory rating
on a member of my crew.

I guess the question

is whether Mr. Barclay
is Enterprise material.

And I assume
by your request for his transfer

that you think he's not,
Commander.

Well, I hate to say it, but...

I always thought
I could work with anybody

but I just don't understand
this guy.

Broccoli makes me nervous,
Captain.

He makes everybody nervous.

Broccoli?

Young Mr. Crusher started that.

I guess it's caught on.

Let's just get that "uncaught,"
shall we?

There's every indication

that he's served competently
in Starfleet for years.

Ratings aboard the Zhukov
were satisfactory.

In fact, I recall
Captain Gleason

speaking quite highly of him
before his transfer.

In retrospect, I wonder

if Captain Gleason wasn't
buttering our bread a little.

He knew that we needed
a diagnostic engineer.

I've examined Barclay's
psychological profile.

He has a history
of seclusive tendencies.

It was noted at the academy
more than once.

And yet,
he chose this way of life.

He has made the same commitment
to Starfleet that we all have.

It's easy to transfer a problem
to someone else.

Too easy.

Captain, it's not
like I haven't tried.

Try harder, Geordi.

He's a member of your team.

Try to find some way

to help him to make
a positive contribution.

Get to know the man better.

Make him your best friend.

With all due respect, sir,
"my best friend"?

I can barely tolerate being
in the same room with the man.

I suggest you put
your personal discomfort

on one side, Commander.

Dismissed.

Yes, sir.

Hey, Reg.

How, uh... how's it going?

oh, uh, it's...

I... I still
haven't traced down

the problem, Commander.

It's all right.

There's no problem.

I've... I've been planning
to run diagnostics

on the graviton
inverter's circuits.

Smart plan.

I'd say we're
in good hands here.

Well, I'll see you get
a preliminary report...

Whenever.

Before the end of the day.

Fine. Fine.

oh... say, Reg

how about sitting in
on the mission briefing

with my senior officers
in the morning?

Th-The briefing? Me?

I'd like your input.

What on?

I mean, do... do you want me
to prepare...?

No, no, just be there.

0800 Hours.

I'll... I'll be on time, sir.

Good. Good.

Carry on.

Morning.

Start your brains, gentlemen
and let's do it.

Has anybody seen
Lieutenant Barclay?

Not yet, sir.

okay.

okay.

This trip to Nahmi lV
is pretty routine

so we'll have plenty of time

to realign the
magnetic capacitors

of both the matter
and anti-matter injectors.

Duffy, Costa, that'll
be your assignment.

We probably ought to do

the flow regulator maintenance
at the same time, Commander.

That's a good idea.

Ensign Crusher will be

putting in some hours
with us this week

as part of his training duties.

So, I'll be assigning
him to assist you

Mr. Myers.

Be sure and teach
him the difference

between impulse
and warp drive, please.

Lieutenant Barclay

has been working on the mystery

of the antigrav failure
we had yesterday.

Your preliminary report

had a couple of
interesting theories, Reg.

Why don't you

bring us all up to speed
on your findings so far.

Yes.

It... it wasn't
a maintenance problem.

Every-Everything
checked out.

I'm... I'm going to look for
a surge in the transfer coils...

oh, a coil surge wouldn't have
resulted in field dissipation.

I-l... I realize that.

But we shouldn't ignore
the possibilities, Wes.

You ought to check
the flow capacitor.

A breakdown of that
could have caused

a chain collapse
of the antigrav field.

I... I was going to.

Good.

okay, then, let's, uh...

take a look
at that realignment procedure.

Gentlemen.

Yeah, the bipolar flux device
was...

Commander...

I just didn't know what to say.

What do you wish you had said?

I should have told him
to mind his own damn business.

I knew about the flux capacitor

but I didn't need to hear about
it from some 17 -year-old kid.

You're letting this
get you much too upset.

You think so?

Why are you so hard on yourself?

You don't know.

It's hard out there.

I understand, but let go of it.

You're here now.

You're right, of course.

of course.

Let me help you relax.

I'd like that.

I knew you would.

Mmm, that's nice...

but... I'm in the mood

for someplace a little more...
unusual.

Computer,
run Barclay Program 15.

I am the Goddess of Empathy.

Cast off your inhibitions
and embrace love, truth, joy.

But I thought that's
the point of the briefing--

to discuss
different approaches...

It's not that you did
anything wrong, Wes.

It's just that Barclay's...

Well, he's my new project.

Yeah, Broccoli's a real project,
all right.

I just need to draw him out
some more.

And I shut him down.

Poor Broccoli.

Pardon me.

But why is Lieutenant Barclay
being referred to clandestinely

as a vegetable?

It's a joke, Data.

You know, a nickname?

Nicknames generally denote
fondness.

A diminutive shared
between friends.

Data's absolutely right.

The nickname stops here and now.

Captain's orders.

What..? What the hell..?

What happened to your glass?

Nucleosynthesis.

The structure of the glass

has been altered
at the atomic level.

Problem with the replicator?

Unlikely. A problem
with the replicator

would have affected the contents
as well as the glass

but the liquid in the glass

was a synthehol replication
of a light ale of Earth origin

which is, I believe,
what Lieutenant Duffy ordered.

Well, I can't detect
any residual radiation

or any unusual
chemical compounds

that would have caused this.

The most probable explanation

is that the glass
came into contact

with an unshielded power source.

oh... That means
a complete diagnostic check

of the Enterprise
power systems--

all 4,000 of them.

But do I have the perfect man
for the job.

Hey, Reg.

You busy?

I-I was just...

Uh, no.

Not really.

Why?

Got another mystery for you.

Somehow the molecular structure
of this cup from Ten-Forward

has been altered.

We need to run
through the power systems

to see if there's a leak
that caused this.

I had, uh...

I was going to do that.

You were?

Yes, to try to explain
the antigrav unit failure.

I still can't.

Nothing about it makes sense.

Then it is possible

that these two
very disparate incidents

could be related.

I wouldn't bother you with
something this minor, Commander

but it may be a symptom
of a more serious problem.

Do you think we'll need
to put in to a starbase?

We'll have a better idea

after Mr. Barclay runs a check
on the power systems.

It was Lieutenant Barclay
who first suggested

a link
between the two incidents.

What?

No, it wasn't.

I mean, not really.

Will your investigation

affect our available power
during the mission?

No... no, sir.

We'll have to shut off
some systems.

We'll, uh... shut them
down a few at a time.

It shouldn't...

I don't think so.

Good.

I'll look forward
to your report, Mr. Broccoli.

Barclay.

If you will excuse me.

Metathesis
is one of the most common

of pronunciation errors, sir.

A reversal of vowel
and consonant.

"Bark" to "broc"...

Yes, I know him.

He comes in.
He stands at the bar.

He doesn't say much.

He orders a warm milk.

Figures.

Warm milk helps you sleep,
La Forge.

You should try it.

What's this have to do
with Barclay?

I don't know.

I'm just trying
to figure the man out.

Do you ever talk to him?

He doesn't talk much.

Does he have any friends?

Not that I've seen.

What do you do
with a guy like that?

Well, I just serve
him warm milk

and let him be.

Yeah, well, I'm not so lucky.

I can't let him be.

He's my problem.

Hmm.

Well, he's... imaginative.

How do you know that?

I know.

Well, then maybe he's
in the wrong line of work.

Hmm. You engineering types
don't appreciate imagination?

That's not it, Guinan.

He just doesn't fit in here.

oh.

Terkim.

What?

Reminds me of Terkim.

My mother's brother.

Sort of the family misfit.

Everybody told me
to stay away from him.

Bad influence.

Did you?

Are you kidding?

He was the only member
of my family

who had a sense of humor.

Except no one ever stayed
around him long enough

to realize it but me.

My mother tells me I remind her
of him, and I probably do.

The idea of fitting in
just... repels me.

Maybe I'm not
making myself clear, Guinan.

Barclay--
well, he's always late.

The man's nervous.

Nobody wants
to be around this guy.

If I felt that nobody
wanted to be around me

I'd probably be late
and nervous, too.

Guinan, that's not the point.

Are you sure?

Excuse me.

Computer,
where is Lieutenant Barclay?

Reg?

Beverly?

Good morning, milord.

Manners, my son, manners.

You embarrass me
before our guest.

Master Barclay will spank you
if you misbehave.

Wesley?

What do you want?

Well, I guess
I want Master Barclay.

The boys got into another
little scrap, I'm afraid

but boys will be boys.

You cannot withstand
our assault forever, Barclay.

Ah!

Ha!

You are outnumbered,
Mr. Barclay.

Say you will yield,
and it ends here.

I shall speak with my sword,
sir.

Ha!

In God's name

where did you learn
to fight like this?

Self-taught, my Capitaine.

Shall I give you a few lessons?

Who is that?

one of your allies?

oh, Jean-Luc

not that old trick.

I'm very disappointed in you.

I'll make it easy for you,
Commander.

I will request a reassignment.

Now, wait...

Look, we both know...

The whole ship knows...

I... I just can't cut it here.

Hey, Barclay

I've spent a few hours
on the holodeck, too, you know.

Now, as far as I'm concerned

what you do in the holodeck
is your own business

as long as it doesn't
interfere with your work.

So you're...

you're not going to tell anyone
about this?

I don't think everybody

would appreciate
your imagination like I do.

It is kind of unusual

recreating people
you already know.

Well, it was just...

I needed to blow off some steam

because one...
one of the officers

had been getting on my back.

Let me guess.

It was you.

And I just couldn't tell you

what I wanted to tell you
to your face

so it just sort
of got out of control.

I don't know.

There's a part of this
that's kind of therapeutic.

Maybe you ought to talk
to Counselor Troi about it.

It's, it's... I'm...

When I'm in there,
I'm just more comfortable.

You don't know what a struggle
this has been for me, Commander.

Well, I'd like to help if I can.

Being afraid all of the time
of forgetting somebody's name

not... not knowing what to do
with your hands.

I mean, I am the guy
who writes down things

to remember to say
when there's a party.

And then when he
finally gets there

he winds up alone, in the corner

trying to look comfortable
examining a potted plant.

You're just shy, Barclay.

"Just shy."

Sounds like nothing serious,
doesn't it?

You can't know.

o'Brien to La Forge.

Go ahead.

I need you in Transporter
Room Three, Commander.

on my way, Chief.

Listen, Reg.

I really do want you
to talk to Counselor Troi.

Troi?

No, no, no, no, no.
I... I couldn't.

I mean it.

As your friend
and as your commanding officer.

I was synchronizing
the phase transition coils.

I didn't do anything
I haven't done 100 times before.

The test object
is made of pure duranium.

Seems normal enough to me.

Watch this.

Glad I don't have
anywhere to go.

Chief Engineer's Log,
Stardate 43808.2.

A systems analysis
of Transporter Room Three

has yielded no suggestion
of a cause

for the latest malfunction
aboard the Enterprise.

This part of the same pattern?

We don't know, sir.

And we don't know

why only Transporter
Room Three is affected.

None of the other transporter
rooms are malfunctioning.

Yet.

We reach Nahmi lV in 22 hours.

We'll want all transporters
operational by then.

I want a level-1 diagnostic
across the board.

Advise Mr. Barclay to join us
on the Bridge immediately.

oh, can we make
that 1400 hours, sir?

I've got him working
on something.

1400 Hours.

Mr. o'Brien, no maintenance
on the transporter

until further notice.

Aye, sir.

I know this is
difficult for you.

Is there anything I can do
to make you more comfortable?

No.

Have you ever been
with a counselor before?

Yes... no.

Which one?

Yes, but she, uh...

It-lt wasn't...

It wasn't really a counselor.

Most people find a counselor
intimidating at first.

It's okay if you feel

that way toward me.

Not... at all.

Good.

Now, lean back,
close your eyes...

Why?

I want to make you
more comfortable.

You do?

Yes.

It's okay.

Close your eyes.

What are you going to do?

Just listen to the sound
of my voice.

Take a slow, deep breath
in through your nose

and let it out through
your mouth just as slowly.

That's better, isn't it?

Much better.

oh, yes.

oh, yes, that's...
that's much better.

That... that...
that is extremely helpful.

Thank you for your time.

But...

Really, that's very helpful.

In through the nose

out through the mouth.

I'm going to practice that
and I'll-I'll let you know.

Thank you again.

-Whoa.
-oh...

I had a very strange visit
from one of your officers today.

Barclay?

Yeah, I can imagine.

Were you able to do
anything for him?

To be honest, I'm not sure
what happened.

Where is Mr. Barclay?

It's past 1400 hours.

Lieutenant Barclay,
report to the Bridge.

Lieutenant Barclay, report.

Computer,
locate Lieutenant Barclay.

Lieutenant Barclay
is in Holodeck Two.

I'll get him.

No, I'll handle this.

I've had it with him.

Counselor,
you'd better come along.

I think you should know

Barclay's been running
some unique programs.

I don't care
what he's been running.

I just ran out of patience.

...before our swords.

Hear, hear.

I hope she was worth the effort.

oh. Show us how you did it.

Like this!

Ah!

Like I said, Commander

Barclay's been running
some unusual programs.

This is a violation
of protocol.

Crewmembers should not be
simulated in the holodeck.

Commander, I don't think there's

any regulation against...

Well, there ought to be.

Computer, discontinue
program and erase.

Computer, belay that order.

Counselor?

If Barclay is having
difficulty facing reality

to suddenly destroy
his only means of escape

would be brutal

and could do
considerable damage.

They are

quite disagreeable, aren't they?

Mmm.

Shall we... have at them?

Delighted!

We shall thrash them.

En garde!

Stop it.

Put that down.

Your sword, sir.

I don't have a sword.

How do you expect to fight
without your sword, sir?

I don't expect to fight.

Ha!

Do I detect a streak of yellow
along the good fellow's back?

Perhaps we should supply

a more appropriate adversary
for him.

Aha, indeed.

Number one?

Number one!

Here I come.

Am I late?

Did I miss the fight?

En garde!

You, sir, you have
a familiar bearing.

Is it possible our swords
have crossed somewhere before?

Where is he?

Where's Barclay?

Aha! A personal grudge.

I warn you, it would
be wise for you

to put your affairs
in final order

before you meet him in combat.

You challenge
the greatest sword...

In all the holodeck.

You think this is funny?

You are very tall.

It might be threatening
to some people.

Mr. Barclay will find out
what it means to be threatened.

Computer,
discontinue image of Riker.

Sir!

You have no sense of fair play.

Just tell us
where to find Barclay.

You want us to search
through all this to find him?

It could provide us
with valuable information

about what's troubling him.

You know, there's nothing wrong
with a healthy fantasy life

as long as you
don't let it take over.

You call this healthy?

You're taking it so seriously.

It's not without
its element of humor.

I am the Goddess

of Empathy.

Cast off your inhibitions
and embrace love

truth, joy.

oh... my... God.

Discard your facades and reveal

your true being to me.

Computer, discontinue...

Computer, belay that order.

We want to get more insight

into what's been troubling
this poor man, remember?

Quite a healthy fantasy life,
wouldn't you say?

Mmm.

Report.

Sir, our velocity
increased to warp 7.25.

Compensating, sir.

Confirmed.

Velocity now warp seven.

Maintain that.

What the hell happened?

The matter/anti-matter
injectors locked

for a split second.

I am not certain why, sir.

They appear to be
working normally now.

Picard to La Forge.

Go ahead, Captain.

Commander, any explanation
for this injector problem?

Well, um, I'm not
in Engineering, sir.

I'm in Holodeck Two.

Another malfunction?

Not exactly, but I'll return to
Engineering immediately, sir.

Yes, I should say
that you should, Commander.

Your holodeck activities
can wait until later.

And, Commander...

Yes, sir.

It would be wise to consult
Lieutenant Barclay

on this latest incident.

I'd like to very much, Captain.

La Forge out.

We need to find Barclay now.

Cast aside your masks

and let me slip into your minds.

Muzzle it.

Shh.

We have a lot to talk
about, Mr. Barclay.

Commander, Barclay and l
had better get to Engineering.

Dismissed.

I just couldn't
keep my eyes open.

I'd worked 12 hours
on the power systems

and then... then the
transporter went down.

Reg, you had a chance
to get some help

from the real Counselor Troi

but, instead,
you went back in there.

I know.
I didn't want to.

I just couldn't help myself.

You're going to be able to write
the book on holodiction.

Look, I know how easy it is
to get caught up in it.

I fell in love in there once.

Really?

But I knew when it was time
to turn it off and say good-bye.

It wasn't easy, but I did it.

You know, the people
that I create in there

are more real to me
than anyone I meet out here.

Except... maybe you, Commander.

I need you out here, Reg.

Now more than ever.

Huh?

The injectors aren't

responding
to the diagnostic commands.

I think we should drop
out of warp.

La Forge to Bridge.

Go ahead, Commander.

Recommend we go
to impulse power, Captain.

Take us out of warp.

Controls are not responding,
sir.

It's the injectors.

override.

It's not a computer problem.

The mechanism
is physically jammed.

I can't clear it.

Speed increasing, sir.

Warp 7.6.

7.65.

Warp 7.7.

We can't shut it down, Captain.

Anti-matter flow is...
increasing.

She's accelerating
out of control.

There's nothing I can do.

Approaching warp nine, sir.

Red Alert.

Estimated time
to structural failure?

At this rate of acceleration--
15 minutes, 40 seconds, sir.

Did you copy that, Geordi?

Aye, Commander.

Recommendations?

I'll let you know
as soon as we have some.

La Forge out.

okay, this ship is going
to start tearing itself apart

in 15 minutes.

I want every idea on the table,
I don't care how outrageous.

What about attempting
a magnetic quench

on the fusion pre-burners?

No, I already tried that.

The magnetic fields won't reset.

Could the fuel inlet servos
be caught in cycle?

If they were, the swirl dampers

would be frozen, too,
and they aren't.

Nothing showed up
in the diagnostic sweep, at all?

The tests showed
there were proble...

I mean, there were no problems

with the fl-flow...
the flow of the...

There's nothing wrong

with the computer control
protocols

or the power transfer systems.

As far as we can determine

the injectors are just
physically jammed.

Injectors freeze,
antigrav unit goes down

transporter malfunctions...

And a twisted glass.

What's the connection?

Exceeding warp 9.4.

Begin evacuation
of secondary hull.

Prepare for emergency
saucer separation.

Standing by
to release docking clamps.

Re-route systems
to primary hull power sources.

The plasma flow to the nacelles
is uneven due to injector lock.

An emergency saucer separation
could rupture the warp field.

12 Minutes
to structural failure, sir.

None of the systems involved

interact directly
with each other.

I don't see anything in common.

Wh-What if... what if...

What if one of us
is the connection?

Us? How?

I don't know.

But we're looking
for a systemic explanation

and there isn't one.

I mean, we work with all of
the systems that are affected.

What if...

what if we're transmitting
something ourselves...

by touching it, or something?

The computer would have
picked up anything dangerous.

But... if it were something,
something that we couldn't scan

you might have passed it on

to the injectors

when you were re-aligning
the magnetic capacitors.

It was your glass, Duffy,
and both of you were present

in the cargo bay
when the antigrav failed.

Well, so was o'Brien.

The transporter malfunction--
that's a connection, too.

Danger.

Approaching safety limits
of engine containment field.

Computer,
list all physical substances

that wouldn't normally be
picked up by an internal scan.

There are 15,525
known substances

that cannot be detected

by standard scans.

Great, and how many of those can
exist in an oxygen atmosphere?

Five hundred thirty-two.

And could alter
molecular structure

when it comes in contact with...
with glass?

Five.

on screen at this station.

Duffy.

Jakmanite has a half-life
of 15 seconds.

There wouldn't be enough time
to spread it around the ship.

Right.

Selgninaem and lucrovexitrin
are highly toxic.

Yeah, we'd all be dead by now.

That leaves...
saltzgadum and invidium.

Neither of which has been used
for decades.

But could either one of them
cause all these malfunctions?

Most of the affected systems
weren't even invented

when those substances
were in use.

Who knows what could happen

with a transporter
or a magnetic capacitor.

Wait a minute.

Wasn't invidium used
in medical containment fields?

Not for over a century.

The Mikulaks
might still be using it.

And one of those canisters
was broken.

La Forge to Bridge.

We have a working theory,
Captain.

There's a good possibility
we picked up some invidium

from a broken canister
in the cargo bay

and have been spreading it
around the ship.

Working theories are fine,
Geordi

but we need a working solution
in about five minutes.

Understood, Commander.

We're on our way to Cargo Bay
Five for confirmation.

Nothing on the tricorder.

Danger.

Exceeding safety limits
of engine containment field.

At current acceleration

structural failure will occur
in three minutes, 30 seconds.

If it's in there,
it should show up

on one of the polarity channels.

There it is.

Duffy and o'Brien picked up
the broken canister

and became contaminated.

If we can get it--
the invidium--

down to minus 200 degrees
Celsius, it'll become inert.

La Forge to Bridge.

Invidium has been confirmed.

Recommend we flood
the injector pathway conduit

with gaseous cryonetrium.

That ought to neutralize it.

The question is, will the
injectors come back on-line?

They sustained
considerable damage, Captain.

I can't guarantee that we'll
be able to regain control.

We don't have
much choice, do we?

No, sir.

Make it so.

Route primary coupling through
starboard transfer conduit.

Routing.

Ready for engine
core injection.

At current acceleration

structural failure
will occur in 45 seconds.

Injector conduit temperature
minus 100 degrees Celsius.

Transfer injector
control to manual.

Ready, sir.

Temperature now
minus 190 degrees.

Minus 200 degrees, sir.

Injector status?

Matter injector is on-line.

Anti-matter injector...
still locked.

At current acceleration

structural failure
will occur in 30 seconds.

Cycle power
through ventral relay.

Anti-matter injector...
on-line.

Reducing flow capacity.

Commencing
warp engine shutdown, sir.

Stand down from Red Alert.

Nice work, Geordi.

Mr. Barclay and I thank you,
sir.

Acknowledged.

The ship has been

seriously contaminated
with invidium, sir.

Recommend we set a course
for Starbase 121

for a complete systems-
and bio-decontamination.

Understood.
Picard out.

Glad you were with us

out here in the real
world today, Mr. Barclay.

It has been most difficult

to reach this decision
to leave you

but after thinking about it

and discussing it at length
with... Counselor Troi

I think it's for the best.

I just wanted to thank you all
for your support.

You'll always be
welcome here, Reg.

I know.

That's why
it's so difficult to leave.

It was a pleasure to serve
with you, Mr. Barclay.

Good luck, Reg.

It's been fun.

Computer...

end program.

Erase all programs
filed under Reginald Barclay.

Except Program Nine.