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Bring the stasis units in here

and have them on line.

Tell Dr. Selar, she can use Ward Three

for the ambulatory patients, and I'll stay here...

Transporter Room Four to Sick Bay.

They're coming in now.

Acknowledged. Stand clear and be ready.

All right. Let's go, let's go.

What happened?

The Lenarians attacked us

outside of the conference room.

He's in cardiac arrest.

Connect the pulmonary support unit.

He's got internal hemorrhaging.

The bioregulator of his artificial heart

has been fused.

He's got liver and spleen damage.

What kind of weapon caused this?

A compressed teryon beam.

40 cc's inaprovaline.

The activity in the isocortex is falling.

Cortical stimulators.

Now.

Again.

His respiratory system is shutting down.

The levels in the isocortex are still falling.

Damn!

Prepare a cordrazine series...

Welcome to the afterlife, Jean-Luc.

You're dead.

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.

Q, what is going on?

I told you.

You're dead

this is the afterlife, and I'm God.

You are not God.

Blasphemy! You're lucky I don't cast you out

or smite you or something.

The bottom line is

your life ended about five minutes ago

under the inept ministrations of Dr. Beverly Crusher.

No.

I am not dead

because I refuse to believe

that the afterlife is run by you.

The universe is not so badly designed.

Very well. If you really require

more evidence of your postmortem status

I guess I'll just have to provide you some.

Jean-Luc, I told you

not to go running off

to that Academy.

Father.

I told you that Starfleet

would bring you to a bad end, but you wouldn't listen.

Now look at you...

dead before your time.

Q, enough of this.

Enough what?

Why couldn't you have listened?

Didn't you know

that I was working for your best interests?

Q, stop this!

After all these years, even now you manage to disappoint me

Jean-Luc.

He's not the only one

who would like to have a word with you.

Why, Jean-Luc? Why did you do it?

Captain, there are still people down there.

We can't abandon...

There must be some other way, Captain

some other choice than firing on them.

I'm warning you. If you continue on this...

A direct hit, sir. The ship is destroyed.

These are the voices of all the people

you've killed throughout the years.

Whom I've killed? What do you mean?

Death has made you a little dim, Jean-Luc.

These are the voices of all the people who have died...

through your actions

or your inactions.

Now, if you have any words of apology or regret

I believe they're all listening.

They're a surly bunch, actually

so I wouldn't drag this out too long.

I have no intention of performing for your amusement.

This is not for me. It is for you, Jean-Luc.

This is your opportunity to make peace with your sordid past.

I find it hard to believe

that you are doing this for the benefit of my soul.

Well, now that you've shuffled off the mortal coil

we're free to spend

a little time together.

A little time together.

How much?

Eternity.

Now, you're sure you have no regrets

or feelings of guilt about your former life?

I mean, I can't have you

whining and complaining through time.

If I'm really dead, then my only regret

is dying and finding you here.

You wound me, Jean-Luc.

After all, I was not the cause of your death...

this was.

Is that...?

Your artificial heart.

You might have lived if you had a real one

instead of this unreliable piece of technology.

By the way

how did you lose yours, anyway?

A mistake.

Is that a regret I hear?

I regret many things from those days.

Really?

Wasn't very smart of you to take on

three Nausicaans, was it?

No, it wasn't.

And did I hear a laugh?

It's so unlike you, Jean-Luc

to have a sense of humor...

especially about getting stabbed through the back.

I was a different person in those days...

arrogant, undisciplined...

with far too much ego

and far too little wisdom.

I was more like you.

Then you must have been far more interesting.

Pity you had to change.

The pity is that I had to be impaled through the back

before I learned that lesson.

I started that fight with those Nausicaans.

I started it because...

because I was young and cocky.

If I'd been more responsible in those days

I wouldn't have needed this heart

and I wouldn't have died

from a random energy surge 30 years later.

So, if you had to do it all over again?

Things would be different.

Bravo, bravo.

Nicely done.

Cortin?

Cortin Zweller?

Yes.

Boy, she must have hit you pretty hard.

Of course, you deserved it.

Slowing down there, Johnny.

You should have seen that one coming.

Marta Batanides.

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

I'm, uh... I'm just a little disoriented, that's all.

Oh, come on, he's just playing for sympathy now.

Look, I'm going to get something to eat

and head over to the casino at Bonestell.

You coming?

Uh... I'll catch up with you there.

You sure you're okay?

Yes, I'm fine.

Really, Marta, I'm fine.

Come on, Marty.

I'll bet he's got another date.

That's it, isn't it?

You are incorrigible.

Attention on deck, Ensign Picard.

Q.

That's Captain Q to you, young man.

What is the point of creating this fantasy?

This is no fantasy, I assure you.

It's all very real.

You're 21 years old again.

A brash young man, fresh out of the Academy.

I certainly don't look it.

Well...

to everyone else, you do.

So, Q, I thought you told me that I was dead.

Now it seems that I'm alive.

Oh, you mortals are so obtuse.

Why do you persist in believing

that life and death are such static and rigid concepts?

Why, I can take your life and give it back to you again

with the snap of a finger.

Let's say for the moment

that may be true.

What is the purpose in bringing me here?

You said you regretted a great many things in your life.

Well, here's a chance to change some of them.

Change them?

Do you mean change the past?

Q, even if you have been able

to bring me back in time somehow

surely, you must realize

that any alteration in this timeline will have

a profound impact on the future.

Please spare me your egotistical musings

on your pivotal role in history.

Nothing you do here will cause

the Federation to collapse

or galaxies to explode.

To be blunt, you're not that important.

I won't do it.

I won't alter history.

Ah!

Very well.

Since you attach so much importance

to the continuity of time...

I will give you my personal guarantee

that nothing you do here will end up hurting anyone

or have an adverse effect on what you know of as history.

The only thing at stake here is your life

and your peace of mind.

Now...

whether you believe me or not

you are here, and you have a second chance.

What you choose to do with it

is entirely up to you.

Do you know where you are?

Starbase Earhart.

We came here right after graduation

to await our first deep space assignments.

That's right.

It's two days before your unfortunate encounter

with a Nausicaan sword.

You have that long to make whatever changes you wish.

If you can avoid getting stabbed through the heart this time...

which I doubt...

I will take you back to what you think of as the present

and you will go on

with your life, with a real heart.

Then I won't die?

Of course you'll die.

It will just be at a later time.

What if I don't avoid the fight?

What if I won't make the changes?

Then you die on the table

and we spend eternity together.

Wonderful.

I'm glad you think so.

I'm curious about one thing... Johnny.

Why did that rather attractive woman

strike you just now?

Was it something you said?

Her name was Corlina

and... I'd arranged to take her out today.

And then she discovered

that I had already made a second date

with another woman called, um...

...Penny.

And Corlina was naturally upset.

I had no idea you were such a cad.

I'm impressed.

Computer, what is the time right now?

1611 hours.

In fact, Penny is waiting for me right now.

Well, carry on.

Well, you're awfully quiet today.

What happened to that dashing young Ensign

from last night, hmm?

The one with the winning smile

and the smooth talk about my eyes?

I'm-I'm just a little more contemplative.

Hmm, and what are you contemplating?

Penny, um...

do you think we could just talk for a while?

I hardly know anything about you.

Where you're from, what your interests are

your last name.

I come from Rigel, my last name is Muroc

and I like men in uniform.

I think that's enough talking.

What's wrong?

I don't look as attractive to you

as I did last night?

No, no, not at all.

I think you're a very handsome woman.

Handsome.

That's something you say to old ladies.

You're certainly not

an old lady.

I didn't want your pity.

Penny for your thoughts.

You never told me you were such a ladies' man.

I wasn't.

I was a puerile adolescent who allowed himself

to be led by his hormones, instead of his head.

Looks like your friends know how to have fun.

You ought to take lessons.

Excuse me.

How 'bout a bank shot?

He's winning.

Of course.

I thought you had a date.

She... decided to leave.

You're getting old, Johnny.

Thank you.

Thank you all. Thank you.

Very, very nice.

I think you should forget about Starfleet

and play dom-jot for a living.

Oh, this is nothing.

A little trigonometry, some minor wrist action.

Now, barokie, there's a game.

Human!

Play dom-jot, human?

I think I could be persuaded

to play one more game.

Corey, don't play him.

Why?

It'll cause trouble.

He's a Nausicaan.

They can get very ill-tempered if they lose.

So can I.

No, Corey, listen to me.

This is a big mistake. Don't play him.

What's gotten into you?

Let's go.

I see you found your Nausicaan friend.

You seem un-impaled so far.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

Get him, Corey. Looks good.

Look at that, yeah!

Ensign Zweller seems to be doing well.

He's going to lose.

The Nausicaan is cheating.

Really?

I'm beginning to like these Nausicaans.

If history repeats itself

Corey will figure it out later tonight

and then he'll want revenge.

And will you help your best friend

avenge this injustice?

I did last time.

I rigged the table

so that he would win in a rematch.

Picard, you cheated?

I'm impressed.

It was a stupid mistake.

The Nausicaan didn't take kindly to losing

nor his friends.

They were outraged.

They wanted a fight.

I gave them one.

That's a beautiful story.

It gets you right here, doesn't it?

Dom-jot.

Human play dom-jot.

I've played a lot of dom-jot in a lot of places

and I've never seen the balls roll that well for anyone.

So he was cheating?

I'll bet you that he had some sort

of magnetic device in his belt.

It was controlling the balls.

That's terrible.

We got to get even.

What did you have in mind?

Well, we can do to him what he did to us...

cheat.

Only this time, we rig the table

so his device will backfire on him.

Corey, that won't solve anything.

It'll teach him that he can't go around

cheating Starfleet officers.

All it'll do is provoke him.

And provoking a Nausicaan is not a good idea.

I can handle him.

What if he's not alone?

What if he brings some of his Nausicaan friends with him?

Well, then I guess that's when I'm

going to have to depend on my friends to help me out.

Oh, Corey, there's got to be a better way to handle this.

When did you start backing away from a good fight?

Look, Corey, we're... we're not cadets anymore.

We're officers.

We should start to set a higher standard for ourselves.

It was a good idea

but let's just forget it, okay?

He'll get over it.

I hope so.

What?

Nothing.

I-It's just you'd usually be the one plotting revenge.

Yes...

that would be more in character, wouldn't it?

Much, but I always suspected

you had a hidden streak of responsibility somewhere.

Perhaps it's just that I'm getting older.

Maybe these bars are just starting

to feel a little heavy, Ensign.

Ensign Picard and Ensign Batanides.

Sounds weird, doesn't it?

It's going to take some getting used to.

It's too bad we can't get used to it together.

Well, the three of us, I mean.

Oh, of course.

Come.

Flowers.

Is there a "John-Luck

Pickard" here?

From one of your conquests, no doubt.

I guess some things aren't going to change.

Did I interrupt anything sordid, I hope?

No, Q, you did not.

Pity.

She's quite attractive.

We were friends, nothing more.

Is that another regret I hear?

My, my...

we're simply riddled with regrets

about our youth, now aren't we?

My friendship with Marta is not something that I regret.

But you wish it had been more than just a friendship

now, don't you?

Well... maybe you can change all that.

Q, what is it you want?

I thought you'd like to know

that Mr. Zweller's decided not to take your advice.

He's in the Bonestell Facility right now

rigging the table to beat the Nausicaan.

I guess you weren't that persuasive.

Corey...

Ow!

Johnny, don't sneak up on me like that.

I thought you were the gambling foreman.

I'm sorry.

I'm glad you're here.

Hand me that magnaspanner, huh?

Corey, I'm not here to help you.

I'm here to stop you from making a serious mistake.

You sound like my mother.

Cheating the Nausicaans

could have serious consequences for all of us.

It's a risk we can't afford to take.

You are my mother.

Well, gee, Mom

I guess I'll just have to go tell those Nausicaans

I don't mind if they cheat me.

This is not a joke, Corey.

It better be.

Now I'm going to finish my work here.

If you want to help me, fine.

If not, I'll see you back at the starbase.

I said you're not doing this.

Are you going to hit me, Johnny?

No.

But I'll tell the gambling foremen

someone has been tampering with his dom-jot table.

All right.

Have it your way, Ensign Picard.

I just couldn't make him understand.

At least he did finally give it up.

Yes, but he didn't take it very well.

Oh, you know Corey.

He'll forget all about it by tomorrow.

I hope you're right

because he and I were friends for years after this.

I mean, um...

I hope that we will be.

You know...

You keep smiling at me.

Well, I've just never seen you like this before.

You're so... serious.

Do I really seem that different?

Maybe I'm just not used to seeing you

in your officer's uniform.

No, it's-it's more than that.

You do seem different.

Well, I'm not... I'm not complaining or anything.

I think it suits you.

Really?

Yes.

It's very...

attractive.

Johnny...

haven't you ever thought about us... getting together?

Yes, I have, actually.

I've thought about it for a long time.

Why didn't you ever say so?

I don't know.

And at this moment, I really have no idea why not.

You've said so now.

Morning, darling.

Feeling a little jumpy this morning?

Are we... guilty, perhaps?

I don't feel guilty about anything, Q.

No?

"We're just friends, Q.

Nothing more."

And we're still friends.

So?

What's next?

I don't know.

What I do know is, things will be different.

I'm sure.

Good morning.

Johnny.

What's wrong?

Well, this is the morning after, huh?

Look...

I don't regret anything that happened last night.

I hope you don't regret it either.

I don't... I don't know.

We've been friends for a long time, and...

and now...

I'm afraid we've ruined that friendship.

Then perhaps we should...

forget about what happened, and, uh...

and try to...

I wish I could.

It would make it much easier to say good-bye tomorrow.

Um...

we're all supposed to, um, get together later

for a last big night out on the town

before we all ship out.

I don't want you to do anything

that would make you uncomfortable.

We planned it.

I'll be there.

Well, let's see.

You've managed to get slapped by one woman

a drink thrown in your face by another

and alienate your two best friends.

Doing pretty well so far.

The only thing left to avoid

is getting stabbed through the heart.

Good shot, good shot.

I think you'll like serving on board the Ajax.

I hear that Captain Narth is an excellent officer.

So I hear.

Well...

here's to the class of '27.

Play dom-jot, human?

Give you a better chance.

Give you a bigger stick, maybe.

I don't think we're interested.

They are undari... cowards.

What did you say?

Coward, like all Starfleet, you talk and you talk

but you have no guramba.

Why don't we find out?

Hey, don't be a fool, Corey.

Look, there are plenty of other people

to play dom-jot with.

Now, just go about your business.

Maybe I play with her.

Give her good time.

Orcho lok resnik Starfleet.

I'm sorry, Corey.

He was reaching for a weapon.

I don't know who you are anymore

but you're not my friend.

Good-bye, Johnny.

Congratulations, mon Capitain.

You did it.

Can I help you?

Can I help you, Mr. Picard?

Mr. Worf...?

This is not for me.

You should take it to Commander La Forge

in Engineering.

What's happened?

Is something wrong?

I'm not sure.

Mr. Worf, what is my rank and position?

You are Lieutenant Junior Grade

Assistant Astrophysics Officer.

Are you feeling all right?

Who is the Captain of this ship?

Captain Thomas Halloway.

Perhaps I should escort you to Sick Bay.

No, I can find my own way there.

Thank you, Commander.

Beverly, something has happened to me.

I'm not sure...

Well, well, well.

What seems to be the trouble

Lieutenant Picard?

Q, what have you done?

I've done exactly as I promised.

I've returned you to the present.

But this is not the present I remember.

You said nothing would change.

Nothing has changed, Jean-Luc... except for you.

But then again, that's what you wanted, wasn't it?

To change the man you were in your youth.

Well, you did it.

This is the man you are today.

And you should be happy.

You have a real heart beating in your chest

and you get to live out the rest of your life in safety

running tests, making analyses

and carrying reports to your superiors.

Excuse me.

Am I interrupting?

No, not at all. Have a seat.

Thank you.

I'd like to talk to you for a moment about my future

on the Enterprise.

Of course, Lieutenant.

Jean-Luc, isn't it?

Maybe I should go.

No. Please, Counselor.

I would very much like to hear your thoughts.

First of all... and I would like you

to be absolutely straightforward with me...

how would you evaluate me as an officer?

Well, um...

your performance records have always been good.

You're thorough

dedicated...

Steady

reliable...

punctual.

I see.

What would you say if I told you that I believed

that I was capable of being very much more?

Perhaps we should discuss this at your next evaluation.

I would appreciate it if we could discuss it now.

You see, I feel that I would like to move beyond

astrophysics, to engineering

or-or security.

Something that might even lead to command.

Frankly, Lieutenant...

I don't think that's realistic.

Why?

I really don't think this is the place

to be discussing this.

Please, this is very important to me.

I believe that I can do more.

Hasn't that been the problem all along?

Throughout your career, you've had lofty goals

but... you've never been willing

to do what's necessary to attain them.

Would that be your evaluation as well, Commander?

I think I have to agree with the Counselor.

If you want to get ahead, you have to take chances

stand out in a crowd

get noticed.

I see.

Now, we don't want to lose you.

You're a very good officer.

Just not one who stands out.

Why don't I talk to Commander La Forge

in Engineering and see what we can do.

But command...?

Well...

we'll see.

Senior officers

please report to the Captain's ready room.

Acknowledged.

We should talk about this later.

All right, Q, that's enough.

You've made your point.

Q?

La Forge to Lieutenant Picard.

I'm still waiting for that statistical analysis.

I'm on my way, sir.

Main Engineering.

You having a good laugh now, Q?

Does it amuse you to think of me living out the rest of my life

as a dreary man in a tedious job?

I gave you something

most mortals never experience...

a second chance at life.

And now all you can do is complain?

I can't live out my days as that person.

That man is bereft of passion...

and imagination!

That is not who I am!

Au contraire.

He's the person you wanted to be...

one who was less arrogant and undisciplined in his youth.

One who was less like me.

The Jean-Luc Picard you wanted to be...

the one who did not fight the Nausicaan...

had quite a different career

from the one you remember.

That Picard never had a brush with death

never came face-to-face with his own mortality

never realized how fragile life is

or how important each moment must be

so his life never came into focus.

He drifted through much of his career...

with no plan or agenda

going from one assignment to the next

never seizing the opportunities

that presented themselves.

He never led the away team on Milika III

to save the Ambassador

or take charge

of the Stargazer's Bridge when its Captain was killed.

And no one ever offered him a command.

He learned to play it safe

and he never, ever got noticed by anyone.

You're right, Q.

You gave me the chance to change

and I took the opportunity.

But I admit now, it was a mistake.

Are you asking me for something, Jean-Luc?

Give me a chance to put things back

the way they were before.

Before you died in Sick Bay.

Is that what you want?

I would rather die as the man I was

than live the life I just saw.

Coward, like all Starfleet.

You talk and you talk

but you have no guramba.

What did you say?

I said...

you are a coward.

That's what I thought you said.

His vital signs are stable.

Captain?

Jean-Luc.

You were injured...

but I think you're going to be all right.

I still don't know what to make of it.

Was it a dream

or was it one of Q's elaborate tricks?

A lot of people who are near death

have strange experiences

but I have never heard one so detailed.

And, you know, there is still part of me

that cannot accept

that Q would give me a second chance

or that he would demonstrate so much compassion.

And if it was Q...

I owe him a debt of gratitude.

In what sense?

It sounds like he put you through hell.

There are many parts of my youth

that I'm not proud of.

There were loose threads...

untidy parts of me

that I would like to remove.

But when I pulled on one of those threads...

it unraveled the tapestry of my life.

I was just trying to imagine

a hell-bent-for-leather young officer

insulting a Nausicaan twice his size.

I wish I had a chance to know that Jean-Luc Picard.

Oh, well, to tell the truth

that wasn't the first run-in that I had

with a couple of surly Nausicaans.

Really?

Oh, yes.

During my sophomore year

I was assigned to training on Morikin VII.

Well, there was a Nausicaan outpost

on one of the outlying asteroids.

And one day...