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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.

[Crew members gasp]

This is insubordination, Mr. Barclay.

Here's to insubordination.

[Grunting]

Riker, you're nothing but
a pretty mannequin in a fancy uniform.

You're full of hot air.

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.

Officer: Lieutenant barclay,
report to cargo bay 5 now.

It'll have to wait till later, darling.

[Troi sighs]

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.
Keep that to yourself.

- Well, it fits.
- Duffy: Commander.

A broken seal.

Well, you better destroy it.
Those samples will be tainted.

La forge: Hey.

Is it a problem for you
to report to duty on time, lieutenant?

No. No, sir.

I'm very, very sorry, sir.

It's just that I had
a very important communique

which required
my immediate response.

I don't wanna hear it.

Now, we're having an intermittent
problem with this anti-grav 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 your last posting,
but this is the enterprise.

We set a different standard here.

Understood, sir.

Picard:
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.

Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 43807.4.

We 're taking on a load
of special tissue samples,

donated by the miku/aks
for shipment to nahmi iv.

The samples could prove vital

to the containment of an outbreak
of correllium fever on that world.

Everything... everything looks...

- Looks normal to me.
- La forge: Mm-hm.

Computer, activate anti-grav unit.

Damn it.

I... I don't understand.

La forge to engineering,
I'll need more people in cargo bay 5,

anyone you can spare.
La forge out.

Well, we could use a hand,
Mr. Barclay.

Uh, I'll disassemble it later,
commander.

It shouldn't do that.

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

Well, 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.

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 is every indication that he 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.

He 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.

Then 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—— uh...

I, uh, still haven't traced down
the problem, commander.

It's all right, there's no problem.

I've, uh, been planning
to run diagnostics

on the graviton inverter circuits.

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

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

- Whenever.
- Before the end of the day.

Fine. Fine.

Say, reg, how about sitting in
on the mission briefing

with my senior officers
in the morning?

The briefing? Me?

I'd like your input.

[Stuttering] What on? I mean,
do you want me to prepare a...?

No, no, just be there.

Eight hundred hours.

I'll be on time, sir.

Good. Carry on.

[Crew chattering]

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

Has anybody seen
lieutenant barclay?

Duffy: Not yet, sir.

[Sighs]

Okay.

Okay.

This trip to nahmi iv
is pretty routine,

so we'll have plenty of time
to realign the magnetic capacitors

of both the matter
and antimatter injectors.

Duffy, costa,
that will be your assignment.

We 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.

[All chuckle]

Barclay has been working
on the mystery

of the anti-grav 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?

It wasn't a maintenance problem.

Everything checked out.

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

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

I... 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 anti-grav field.

Uh, I was going to.

Okay, then, let's, uh, take a look
at that realignment procedure.

Gentlemen.

[Crew resumes chattering]

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 knew you would.

Hmm, that's nice.

But I'm in the mood for some place
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 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.
- Duffy: 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?

[Snickers]

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.

La forge:
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.

Ugh. That means
a complete diagnostic check

of the enterprise power systems.
All 4,000 of them.

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-fonnard

has been altered.

We need to run through
the power systems

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

I was going to do that.

- You were?
- Yes.

To try to explain
the anti-grav 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,

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 barclay
runs a check on the 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, uh...

I look fonlvard to your report,
Mr. Broccoli.

Barclay.

If you'll 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.
- Ha, ha. 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.

[La forge sighs]

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.

Well, he's imaginative.

How do you know that?

I know.

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

Hmm. You, uh, engineering types
don't appreciate imagination?

That's not it, guinan.

It... he just doesn't fit in here.

- Terkim.
- What?

Reminds me of terkim,
my mother's brother.

Sort of the family misfit.

Everybody told me
to stay away from him.

Badinfluence.

- 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.

[Sighs]

Computer,
where is lieutenant barclay?

[Birds singing]

Reg?

Bevedy?

Good morning, my lord.

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.

[Holo picard grunting]

[All grunting and shouting]

You cannot withstand
our assault forever, barclay.

You are outnumbered, Mr. Barclay.
Say you will yield and it ends here.

I shall speak with my sword, sir.

In god's name, where did you learn
to fight like this?

Self-taught, my capitan.
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.

[Clears throat]

I'll make it easy for you, commander.

- I will request a reassignment.
- Wait a minute.

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.

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 not gonna 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 of the officers
had been getting on my back.

Let me guess.

[Chuckles]

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... 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 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.

[Sighs] Justshy.

Sounds like nothing serious,
doesn't it?

You can't know.

O'brien [over com]:
O'brien to la forge.

Go ahead.

I need you in transporter room 3,
commander.

On my way, chief.

Listen, reg.

I really do want you to talk
to counselor troi.

- No, no, no, no, no. 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 a hundred times before.

The test object is made
of pure duranium.

- Seems normal enough to me.
- Well, watch this.

Glad I don't have anywhere to go.

La forge: Chief engineer's log,
stardate 43808.2.

A systems analysis
of transporter room 3

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
transporter room 3 is affected.

None of the other rooms
are malfunctioning.

Yet.

We'll want all transporters operational
by then.

I want a level-one diagnostic,
across the board.

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

Oh, could we make that 1400 hours,
sir?

- I've got him working on something.
- Fourteen hundred 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?

Have you ever been with
a counselor before?

Which one?

Yes, but she, uh...

It 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.

Now, lean back, close your eyes.

Why?

I want to make you
more comfortable.

You do?

It's okay.

- Close your eyes.
- What are you gonna 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 much better.

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 let you know.

Thank you again.

Woman: Whoa. Barclay: 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.

Computer:
Lieutenant barclay is in holodeck 2.

[La forge sighs]

- I'll get him.
- Riker: No. I'll handle this.

Counselor, you'd better come along.

I think you should know, barclay's
been running some unique programs.

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

I just ran out of Patience.

[Birds singing]

[Holodeck characters
chattering in distance]

Holo la forge: Hear, hear!
Holo picard: Hear, hear!

[Holo characters laughing]

Holo picard:
I hope she was worth the effort.

[Holo characters chattering]

Like I said, commander, barclay's
been running some unusual programs.

This is a violation of protocol.

Crew members 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?

Holo data: Hmm.

Shall we have at them?

Holo data: Delighted.

Holo la forge:
We shall thrash them.

Holo picard: On guard.

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.

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

[All laughing]

Perhaps we should supply
a more appropriate adversary for him.

- Holo la forge: Indeed.
- Number one.

Number one!

Holo riker: Here I come.

Am I late? Did I miss the fight?

On guard!

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.

[Troi chuckles]

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.

Holo picard: 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 wanna get insight into what's been
troubling this poor man, remember?

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

La forge:

[Faint rustling]

Report.

Worf: Sir, our velocity increased
to warp 7.25.

Compensating, sir.

Confirmed. Velocity now warp 7.

What the hell happened?

The matter-antimatter injectors locked
for a split second.

I am not certain why, sir.

They appear to be working normally
now.

- Picard to la forge.
- La forge: Go ahead, captain.

Commander, any explanation
for this injector problem?

Well, um, I'm not in engineering, sir,
I'm in holodeck 2.

- Picard: 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.
- La forge: 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.

[Barclay snoring]

Shh.

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

Commander, barclay and I 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 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 gonna 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 what it was time
to turn it off and say goodbye.

It wasn't easy, but I did it.

You know, 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.

La forge: Recommend we go
to impulse power, captain.

Take us out of warp.

[Panel beeping]

Controls are not responding, sir.

- It's the injectors.
- Override.

It's not a computer problem.

The mechanism is physicallyjammed.
I can't clear it.

Speed increasing, sir.

Warp 7.6, 7.65.

Warp 7.7.

La forge:
We can't shut it down, captain.

Antimatter flow is increasing.

She's accelerating out of control.

There is nothing I can do.

Approaching warp 9, sir.

Estimated time to structural failure?

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

Did you copy that, geordi?

- La forge: Aye, commander.
- Recommendations?

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

Okay, this ship is gonna 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?

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 and they aren't.

Nothing showed up
in the diagnostic sweep at all?

The tests show there were prob...

I mean, there were no problems
with the flow of the...

There's nothing wrong
with the control protocols

or the power transfer systems.

As far as we can determine, the
injectors are just physically jammed.

Injectors freeze, anti-grav unit
goes down, transporter malfunctions.

And a twisted glass.

What's the connection?

[Rumbling]

Exceeding warp 9.4.

Begin evacuation of secondary hull.

Prepare for emergency
saucer separation.

Standing by
to release docking clamps.

Reroute system
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.

Twelve minutes
to structural failure, sir.

None of the systems involved
interact directly.

I don't see anything in common.

[Stuttering]
What if one of us is the connection?

I don't know.

But we're looking for a systemic
explanation and there isn't one.

And we work with all of the systems
that are affected.

What if we're transmitting
something ourselves,

by touching it or something?

The computer would have picked up
anything dangerous.

But if it was something
that we couldn't scan,

you might have passed it on,

to the injectors when you were
realigning the magnetic capacitors.

It was your glass, Duffy.

Both of you were present in the
cargo bay when the anti-grav failed.

So was o'brien.

The transporter malfunction.
That's a connection too.

Computer:
Danger. Approaching safety limits

of engine containment field.

Computer,
list all physical substances

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

Computer:
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?

Computer:
Five hundred thirty-two.

And could alter molecular structure
when it comes in contact with glass?

- Computer: Five.
- On-screen at this station.

Duffy.

Jakmanite has a half-life
of 15 seconds.

- Wouldn't be enough time to spread it.
- 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.

Well, could either one of them
cause all these malfunctions?

Most of the affected systems
weren't 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 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 5 for confirmation.

Nothing on the tricorder.

[Alarm blaring]

Computer: Danger.

Exceeding safety limits
of engine containment field.

At current acceleration,

structural failure will occur
in three minutes, 30 seconds.

La forge:
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 cryonitrium.
That ought to neutralize it.

The question is,
will the injectors come back online?

La forge: They sustained
considerable damage, captain.

I can't guarantee
that we 7! Be able to regain control.

- We don't have much choice, do we?
- La forge: No, sir.

Make it so.

Route primary coupling
through starboard transfer conduit.

Routing.
Ready for engine core injection.

Computer:
At current acceleration,

structural failure will occur
in 45 seconds.

Injector conduit temperature
minus 100 degrees celsius.

- Transfer injector control to manual.
- Data: Ready, sir.

Temperature now
minus 190 degrees,

minus 200 degrees, sir.

- Injector status?
- Matter injector is online.

Antimatter injector still locked.

Computer:
At current acceleration,

structural failure will occur
in 30 seconds.

Cycle power through ventral relay.

Antimatter injector online.

Reducing flow capacity.

Commencing warp engine shutdown,
sir.

- Stand down from red alert.
- Nice work, geordi.

- Mr. Barclay and I thank you, sir.
- Riker: 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.

Picard: 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 9.