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[Ro] Starfleet is compromised
at the highest level.

You need to take the ship
and run.

Jean-Luc,
you finish what I started.

- We're being ordered to surrender.
- Surrender? Why?

We're being framed.

[Worf] It appears our old enemy,
the Changelings, have reemerged.

During the war,
they attacked the Federation,

and we retaliated
with a Starfleet-made virus.

Starfleet did, however, deliver the cure
to the Changeling homeworld.

Not without weaponizing a few zealots
in the process.

It's somehow tied
to Starfleet's Frontier Day.

[Riker] We have no leads.

[Worf] Which is why we must
return to the beginning.

[Raffi] Daystrom Station.

I thought Data died.

He did.

He appears to be some kind of hybrid.

[Altan] Into this new golem
will go Lore.

And, of course,
a great deal of Data.

The information that is within him
is key to what's going on here.

Get our friend outta here.

[grunts, groans]

[Riker] You really think
after 35 years of loyalty,

that I'm gonna betray
my friends?

[Picard] Data, is that you?

I am not certain.

[Picard] What was taken
from the lab?

[Beverly] Human remains...

[Data] Jean-Luc Picard.

[Beverly] How did you know
they were all Changelings?

[Jack] I didn't.

There's something very wrong
with me.

[Seven] Where is Captain William Riker?

[Tuvok] I'm afraid I have no knowledge
of Captain Riker's whereabouts.

You're certain?

From what I've ascertained,

there is no official record of Will Riker
being taken into Starfleet custody.

[on recording]
There is no official record

of Will Riker being taken into
Starfleet custody.

When was your last contact
with Admiral Janeway?

[Tuvok] Not recently.

However, I assume she's preoccupied
with the logistics of Frontier Day.

As we are a mere 36 hours
from the festivities.

The entire fleet is assembling
in the Sol System as we speak.

Such an unprecedented celebration would,
no doubt, require her complete attention.

[Seven] Admiral Picard and I
have tried to reach her.

Everything we've seen,

from Commander Ro's investigation
to the theft at Daystrom,

indicates a coordinated effort
by the Changelings

to infiltrate Starfleet in key positions.

Tuvok, the entire Frontier Day ceremony
is in danger.

Can you please help us reach others
that we can trust?

Well, given your current status
as fugitives, it will be difficult.

I understand the complexities
of this issue are...

like a house of cards.

Much like our games of Kal-toh.

I need not remind you,

you've beaten me countless times.

Seven, if you are willing
to arrange a meeting,

I can assist you
in locating allies.

Those whose gatekeepers
are not compromised.

I know a safe place.

Aklion 7.

I once underwent a procedure there
to stabilize my neural pattern.

Of course.
Any location you desire.

A Vulcan would never go to Aklion 7
after the anti-Kolinahr demonstrations.

And my neural pattern?

It was stabilized by a mind-meld
on Voyager,

by my friend, Tuvok.

[alarm chirps]

Trace activated.

Subspace relays 5 and 6 are down.

- I can't slow 'em.
- Hansen, we gotta shut it down.

Only the real Tuvok would know
we played Kal-toh,

which means he must've told you.

What the hell have you done
with him?

All I can tell you is...

when we are done with him,

when we are done
with all of you,

death will come as a relief.

Relays are almost down.

If I can't kill the signal soon,
they're gonna find us.

Where is Will Riker?

Is he alive?

Me, Admiral?

I'm as good as dead.

Just like you.

- Geordi!
- Disconnecting.

[exhales]

Admiral, we can't keep doing this.

Maybe it's time we just accept it.

We're on our own.

[Picard]
Geordi, were you able to contact Mr. Worf?

[Geordi] He and Raffi are monitoring
Starfleet Security at Exo-port.

They confirmed
there's no mention of Will in custody.

Damn it.

They're on their way back here now.
And not a moment too soon.

Short of junkyards like this,
I'm running out of places to hide us.

And we're running out of time
to expose this conspiracy to Starfleet.

Frontier Day is just hours away.

So, I have been weighing
the morality of something.

These new Changelings,

whether they've evolved or found some
other means of replicating our physiology,

it makes them unique.

Perhaps there's a way
we can exploit that uniqueness.

You mean, fashion a weapon against them.

Yes. Or, at the very least,
a tool to identify and root them out.

So what's your moral dilemma?

The solution may be biological.

And targeting a species on biology alone
is tantamount to genocide.

Like the virus used against them
in the Dominion War.

Exactly. I know we're desperate,
but I am concerned about crossing a line.

Well, see what you can find.

We'll weigh the morality
if and when this becomes actual.

I was supposed to be part
of the Frontier Day ceremony.

My participation as an admiral
in the fleet exercises

requires genetic confirmation
of my identity.

You know, considering
the theft of your body from Daystrom,

I'm wondering if they're not trying to use
yours and maybe even Jack's DNA

to create some kind
of perfect doppelgänger Jean-Luc Picard.

I am fearful of the same thing.

Your DNA is yours, and Jack's is Jack's.

But is it possible
that a DNA sample from a relative

could be used to complete
an incomplete DNA sequence?

We need more information.

Well, there is someone on board
who does know more.

Lieutenant,

I understand that you have been making
some progress on Mr. Data.

Well, sort of. We at least think we've
identified the source of the problem.

Let's show him.
Uh, cognitive functions only.

Captain?

Geordi.

I'm no longer on the Enterprise.
The Scimitar...

That was many, many years ago.

Mm.

That would explain why you're so old.

Time has been very cruel to you.

And here's the problem, Admiral.

You remember Lore?

Data's brother.
But surely he was deactivated.

Archived is more like it.

Simply put, this unit is currently home
to both Data and Lore simultaneously.

[Data]
I apologize for the outburst, Captain.

I am not in complete control of this body...

[Lore] nor am I in complete control

of my utter revulsion
at your ancient face.

So, has Lore always been this arch?

Did the tree move?

Or did the apple just fall far from it?

When you're constantly subjected
to these self-righteous,

self-proclaimed heroes,

spewing their morality
as if vomit were somehow virtuous,

then sometimes, dear,
a little bend, a little arch,

a little antagonizing flare is required.

Lore has a perverted sense
of what it means to be human.

We were able to access the architecture
of this unit's positronic brain.

It contains four identity matrices.

Soong and B-4 operate
as a memory file only,

but there is a clear partition

between the Data and Lore
personality profiles.

Essentially, they're both in there.

Each one fighting for dominance.

Why would Altan Soong do this?

Perhaps Soong was hoping

that the personalities
would integrate themselves.

Maybe an effort to give Data
the one thing he always wanted.

To be human.

It's possible that the answers
to humanity and free will

the Soongs have been asking
all these centuries is here,

now in this Data.

But the partition suggests
that Soong feared

that Lore would consume
all aspects of Data.

Data, if you can hear me,

we need your help.

Why would I help you, Picard?

- Data!
- [distorted beeping]

Old friend, tell me why
the Changelings have stolen my body.

What might they be using it for?

[Data] Extraction.

Soong research indicates an anomalous form
inside Jean-Luc Picard.

Previous diagnosis
of Irumodic Syndrome is in question.

What is it?

- Additional research re...
- [Lore]...establishes an inferior Picard.

A perfectly imperfect Picard
through and through.

[Data, stammering] Help me.

Help me, Captain.

[panting] Please.

Help me, Captain.

This is too much.

Years ago, Data asked me to let him go.

To die in peace.

And now, he's asking for my help.

We have to do something.

Could we free Data by erasing Lore?

Jean-Luc, this new positronic body
is infinitely more complex

than the Data that I used to know.

This is more art than engineering.

The metaphasic figures are too immense.

With the help of the ship's computers,

I can hopefully analyze the barrier
and restore Data.

But if I lift that partition
and Lore prevails,

we might lose Data.

This time, forever.

I don't think that's something
that I can live through again.

Me neither.

[Face] Frontier Day is almost upon us.

We are running out of time. Report.

The associates of Jean-Luc Picard were
unexpectedly firm

in their loyalty in him.

I don't anticipate them breaking
in the time we have left.

[Face] They must.

Do not fail me.

Your physiology is not as special
or complex as you believe.

You are, by nature, malleable.

Made to bend.

Their kind is beholden
to a singular flesh.

Dismember one from the other.

Do whatever is necessary.

The hour of Starfleet's fall nears.

We must have the boy.

Or you and your kind will find
your own existence meaningless.

[voice whispers indistinctly]

Connect us.

[announcer] Attention, all cadets.

Duty logs have been updated to reflect
a new rotation, effective immediately.

What are your quarters like? Nice?

[scoffs] No.

I'm an ensign. They're standard.
Small. Very small.

'Cause you know, half the ship's empty.

Well, I found myself a...

a cracking little suite.

I'd love to, um...

hang out sometime if you're...

Or not. It's...
That's fine. Totally fine.

[Sidney, thinking]
Is he flirting?

Those eyes.

[inhales]

He is charming.

At least be subtle first.

Touch my hand, or...

[announcer] Riker and ensign needed
on Deck 4. Can you hear me?

Why did you do that?

[Sidney, thinking] Find... Who does
he think he is? Besides gorgeous.

At least be subtle first.

How did
he know to touch my hand?

How'd he know?

Admiral.

Jack. How are you doing?

- [beeping]
- [Esmar] Captain,

another long-range trace attempt
from Starfleet.

[Shaw] Ignore it like the rest.

- Hold on.
- [incoming call beeping]

Sirs, this is a Compromised Prefix Code.

What's a Compromised Code?

It's a code that a captain
in distress can give

that will ping his designated starship.

It will give the enemy
the location of the ship,

but it lets us know
that the captain's been caught.

And compromised. It's Will.

The frequency matches
the Shrike.

Vadic has him.

Esmar, block the signal.

Do not let them find us.

[Esmar] Aye, sir. Scrambling comms.

Can I have a word with you?

I don't really know
what's going on with me, but...

I know it isn't anything good.

- Tell me.
- Well, I've caused all of this.

And now...

Riker was-was good to me from moment one.

And now he's in trouble,
and he's got a wife and a child.

And...

maybe we let
the Shrike find us.

- I'll trade myself for him.
- No. Absolutely not.

Do you have any idea what it's like
knowing that people have died,

are dying, will die for what? For me?

It's not worth it! I'm not worth it!

I've always felt...

different.

Like...

Like there's something wrong with me.

Deep, deep down inside.

And I don't even know
how to begin to explain this to you,

but it's like I can hear

up in my head.

What are you hearing, Jack?

You don't deserve any of this.

Maybe I do.

I'm not giving up on you, Jack.

- Don't you give up either.
- I don't want to.

And I love a good fight when it's fair.

Or when it's not,
I'm the one who's cheating,

but we have never had the advantage here.

What if we actually do?

I think I know how we can get Vadic.

Life signs?

Jack's alive.

The slippery...

Subspace transmissions?

[captain]
This is the VSS T'Plana.

We have engaged the fugitive
and exchanged fire. [grunts]

We have disabled their warp core.
They are incapacitated.

[medic] Captain,
I must see to your injury.

[captain] Remain at your stations.
Get weapons back online.

We are sending you
our last known coordinates.

[officer] Torpedo incoming!

Prepare a boarding party!
Shuttle. No transporters.

He's right there!

Right there!

I can almost touch him.

Don't you hear that?

Don't you?

Ticktock, ticktock goes the ancient clock!

We are out of time.

We are going.

[commander chitters]

Life signs.

Scattered like rats.

Oh.

Hello.

I thought you'd be taller.

You're too late. Everyone's dead.

Not everyone, darling boy.

I just wanna take you to a better place.

The hell does that mean?

What place?

It'll be so much better to show you
than to tell you.

You'll have to catch me first then.

[growls]

Ready? Now!

Alpha! Go!

Drop Bravo!

- Go.
- Dropping Bravo.

Drop Charlie.

Holy shit, we got her.

Jack, move!

Run! Deck 14.

Ready Delta and Echo.

[growls]

Drop Delta and Echo. Now! Now!

Well, technically speaking,
that worked perfectly.

And they're trapped.

Well, so are we.

Hang on, Sidney.
We're gonna transport you out of there.

Can't get a lock. Something's interfering
with the transporter.

Damn it! What the...

What's doing this?

Um... Dad.

Lore.

[whistling]

[humming]

♪ La, la, la, la, la... ♪

[Beverly] You look so at ease.

Relaxed.

Not even trying to slip out,

which is good
because it's hermetically sealed.

So it would be a challenge even for you.

So, you are the one

who has been hunting us all this time.

You must really want my son.

Why?

[chuckles]

You know, I took an oath to do no harm.

But you should know,
I am rethinking that promise.

Aren't you adorable?

I was under the impression
this would be more of an interrogation.

Only now, it seems you've given up
your endgame before the start.

No hope for me.

Unless...

Now I see.

He's to play understanding

to your cruel.

I'm bored already.

[Vadic chuckles]

Good luck to us all.

We know what you stole from Daystrom.

And have a fairly good idea
what you intend to do with it.

Frontier Day?

Where you'll use my body and Jack's blood

to make a near-perfect double of me.

We also know about
your evolved physiology.

What about your son?

Do you know all about his physiology?

What do you want with Jack?

- Me? Nothing.
- Answer the question!

He's not for me!

We could bond over that
since he was never really for you either.

What the hell does that mean?

Captain Vadic, I will speak plainly.

There is no escape for you.

Your best hope is to be forthcoming.

True, my understanding recognizes
the travesty of the Dominion War.

Do not compare the atrocities
committed by your side

to the warfare executed by mine.

There never would've been a war
had the Changelings not initiated it.

Necessity.

Solids like you were coming,
and... and you ruin every world you touch.

[Picard] Name one.

Mine.

We were barely out of the gates of war,

and your Federation turned to genocide.

[Vadic over comm] A virus.

[Picard] We gave your people a cure.

Is that the tale of your history books?

Mm.

You created a cure, yes.

But Starfleet voted not to give it to us.

One of our own had to steal it.

Would you like to hear more about
where my appetite for your brutal,

inevitable extinction comes from?

I got it from Starfleet.

You gave me the ability
to mimic your blood.

Hold my form. Pass every test.

And you did so while inflicting
more torment on me...

and those I loved.

So don't tell me
I have no regard for love.

Or innocence.

Or pain.

- [growls]
- Dad, I don't know how long we have.

Lore is taking over all major systems.
Security, transporters.

- [banging]
- [Alandra] Why is Lore doing this?

Chaos. He loves the chaos.

[commander] How will you feel
when she dies for you, solid?

[Sidney, thinking]
Why is he looking at me like that?

Jack!

[eerie whistling]

Do you like the symphony?

[Picard] I wasn't aware that
you had music in the Great Link.

Oh, we don't.

But during my time as a prisoner of war,

I learned a great many things
about solids.

Daystrom Station was
my captive home during the war.

With nine of my brothers and sisters
kept on shelves.

Project Proteus, they called it.

The symphony I discovered
didn't have brass and strings, but...

But rather,

the squealing of wheels down a hall.

The squeaking of boots on concrete.

Creaks of cage doors.

Screams of all tempos...

- [Changelings screaming]
- ...pitches...

[person whistling slow tune]

...and whistling.

[Changelings screaming]

[chuckling]

[groans]

[continue whistling]

[Vadic] She whistled

while she injected us.

Exposed us.

Inflicted us with more pain

than any being should ever
be expected to endure.

And all to turn us into weapons.

Perfect, undetectable spies,

able to drop into any species
and spread chaos.

[exhales]

Happy ending, though.

Through those experiments,
you created the perfect monster.

Us.

[squelching]

[groaning]

How very human.

[squelching continues]

[Beverly] So you evolved
from the biological experiments?

And I am able to pass it on.

To any who want to join
our cause.

In the Link, they accept a shorter life,
eternal pain,

for the ability to fool those
who took everything from us.

I didn't know.

How remarkable it is

that an enlightened species
can ignore each other's pain.

Do you think she'd have
kept your son from you

if she could feel your loss?

And you, Mother,

are you prepared to lose another son?

The Federation took my family!

Now I will take yours.

[Sidney]
Dad, shield regulators are failing.

You have to beam us out of here now.

[whispers] Damn.

Data, I know you're in there
and I know you can hear me.

He can't fight me. He's gone.

[Beverly sighs]
She's too calm, too confident.

She has a plan. And if we allow her
to slip out, she will take...

Our son.

[Beverly] As long
as she and her soldiers are on board,

she is a threat.

Anything she told us
she wanted us to know.

Jean-Luc, she took the face
of her torturer. Why?

To remind herself of her hate.

You're right.

She's an executioner for her cause.

We won't get anything more from her.

[Geordi] Data,
I know you're in there.

So, I need you to listen to me,

because life rarely gives you
second chances

to say what you should, okay?

Data, you made me better. You did.

You made me a better man,
a better father, a better friend.

And when you died...

[crying] it broke me.

But, see, you... you put me back together.

You repaired me.
It-it... The-the memory of you.

[Picard] Are you and I
so fundamentally changed

that we're willing
to compromise everything?

Everything that we've believed in.

Yes, I think I'm losing my compass.

But right now, she's our prisoner.

The moment we allowed her to board,

we invited death onto this ship.

Well...

[distorted beeping]

[groans]

Appealing to my brother's
memories of friendship...

very powerful.

What do you want, Lore?

No more than you want
for your children.

Nothing more than
these Changelings want.

Survival.

It's human nature, pal.

Allow me to level
the playing field.

The enemy of my enemy is...

Well, you know the rest.

[alarm blaring]

No, no, no, no, no!
He's got full control of the ship!

Captain, We're losing control
of our security system.

Get the force fields back now!

[grunting]

Data, I know you're in there
and I know you can hear me!

[screams]

Sidney!

Goddamn it, Lore! Let her go!

[Sidney, thinking] Jack.

Jack, what... what should I do?
Jack!

[Jack, thinking] Turn around.

Roll.

Data! Open the door! Data, please.

Back! Sidestep.

Roll.

Fire!

I am here, Geordi. I will try.

Accessing field regulators now.

Wha... What was...

[panting] I-I felt...

What... Was that you in my head?

Sidney, it's me, Jack.

Please, you have to trust me.

[eerie whistling]

- We have to go!
- Jack...

[growls softly]

[Beverly] Vadic said her people were
subjects of Project Proteus.

Reference that against
the Daystrom manifest

and here, here it is.

The formula they were exposed to
contained Thelomium-847,

a stabilizing agent
with a hundred-year half-life.

That means, in theory...

Each of them should contain trace amounts.

We can track them.

Picard to Shaw. Vadic and her men
are proceeding across Deck 9.

Don't let them reach
the bridge access-lift.

On it. Engaging fire.

[grunts]

[Shaw] Open turbolift!

[Esmar] Lift Deck 9! Lift Deck 8!

- If they take the bridge...
- Not taking the bridge.

- They're here.
- Weapons ready!

Open a channel.

Would you? Please.

I should like to address my ship.

[groans]

[boatswain's whistle blows]

Attention,
crew of the Titan.

You've proven yourselves worthy,
I suppose.

Not withoutguile.

But what defense is formidable
against the formless?

I warned you it would end this way.

You could have spared yourselves then
where you are now.

I did this not out of cruelty,

but mercy.

[chuckles]

To be mutable, fluid,

means knowing what the river knows.

That there are many ways
to the same sea.

So here we are,

where we were always going.

To bring Jack Crusher

where he most belongs.

I am Vadic.

Captain of the USS Titan.

And, Jack, my dear,

if you can hear me,

it's time you learned who you truly are.

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