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Captain's log, stardate 46271.5.

The Enterprise has entered orbit of Deinonychus VII,

but our scheduled rendezvous with the supply ship BM)

has been delayed for another 48 hours.

In the meantime,

many members of the crew are taking advantage of the delay

to pursue their own projects, myself included.

Computer, stop playback.

Change the clarinet to an oboe.

Continue recording.

Computer, pause playback. Come.

Yes, gentlemen?

Captain, we'd like your permission

to take the Engineering computer off-line for a couple of hours.

We're working on a new interface that would allow Data

to act as an emergency backup in the event of a ship systems failure.

In theory, my neural network should be able to sustain key systems

until primary control is restored.

It sounds like an intriguing experiment.

I'll be interested to see the results. Permission granted.

It's possible we might even run some secondary systems through Data.

- Weapons control, sensor-- - Yes, I get the idea, Mr. La Forge.

Thank you. Please proceed.

Computer, begin playback from the first measure.

Computer, pause recording. Come.

Jean-Luc, I need to talk to you about Something for Breakfast.

- Breakfast? - The play.

Ah. Yes. Well, it's a very intriguing drama,

but I really don't have the time it would take to learn a part.

And, uh, anyway, I'm not much of an actor.

That's no problem.

Oh.

Well, you wouldn't be playing one of the leads.

- Oh. - It's a very small part. Only two lines.

Really?

It's the role of the butler.

Well, I'll think about it and let you know.

You would be wonderful, Jean-Luc.

We're rehearsing today at 1:30.

Computer, begin playback from the first measure.

Computer, pause recording. Yes?

Captain, I am sorry to interrupt.

No, please, Mr. Worf, come in.

I was hoping to take advantage of the Biko's delay

by staging ship-wide security drills.

I have planned a tentative schedule.

Oh, yes, this is very impressive, Mr. Worf.

But we'll be taking on new personnel at Starbase 118 in a few weeks.

Surely the drills can wait until then.

In that case, I will use the time

to perform maintenance checks on the forward phaser array.

Mr. Worf,

is there some reason why you're trying to give yourself more work?

No, sir, I simply wished to use the extra time--

Enjoy yourself.

You have the free time. Use it.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Computer, continue recording and play back once more.

From the top.

Father.

What did he say?

The captain saw fit to release me from my duties.

You mean you can go?

I can go.

Saddle up, Father.

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.

to explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no one has gone before.

Where are we?

Deadwood, 19th century Earth.

The ancient West.

What is our function here?

You're the sheriff, and I'm the deputy.

So we are in law enforcement.

Right.

Geordi.

I have noticed that you have not shaved.

Are you attempting to grow another beard?

As a matter of fact, I am, Data. What do you think?

As is the case with many natural growth processes,

it is difficult to envision the end product based on an intermediate stage.

You're right. Give it a few more days.

Okay, I'm gonna need to access your auxiliary inputs.

One moment.

I must admit, Data, I never get used to seeing you like this.

I do not understand.

You are constantly working on similar electronic systems,

yet their appearances do not disturb you.

Yeah, but you're not just another electronic system.

Thank you, Geordi.

Nor are you just another biological organism.

All right, that should do it. You ready?

Yes.

Establishing computer linkup.

Interface complete.

All right. Let's see what you can do.

You wrote this holodeck program yourself?

Well, Mr. Barclay helped a little.

I must have a little talk with Mr. Barclay.

If ever I find the vermin that drew this,

he'll be sorry he ever put pen to paper.

I'm ten times uglier than that, ain't I?

Shut up.

You laugh so much, it's a wonder you ain't got flies in your mouth.

You're a very funny man, Sefior Eli.

That's the bad guy.

His name's Eli Hollander.

They call him the Butcher of Bozeman.

He's killed 23 men.

He's the meanest and the toughest gunslinger in the West.

You have to watch him, he's fast.

So I'm here to apprehend him?

If you can.

You are under arrest.

Is that so?

You will come with me.

No, no, no.

Computer, freeze program.

What is wrong?

That was too easy.

It has to be harder to beat the bad guys.

Otherwise, it's no fun.

Computer, increase program difficulty to level four.

Go back to where my father and I first walked into the saloon.

Come on, Father.

If ever I find the vermin that drew this,

he'll be sorry he ever put pen to paper.

I'm ten times uglier than that, ain't I?

Shut up.

You laugh so much, it's a wonder you ain't got flies in your mouth.

You're a very funny man, Sefior Eli.

Where are they going?

They don't wanna get hit by the bullets.

You are under arrest.

Well...

...looks like Sheriff Worf's here to arrest me.

That don't sound like a bright idea.

Do it?

You have been accused of committing a homicide.

If you mean murder, then I guess I'm guilty.

I've killed 23 men, sheriff.

One more ain't gonna make much of a difference.

Of course, shooting someone as ugly as you

couldn't be considered a crime, could it?

Was you born that way?

Or did your mama marry an armadillo?

Sheriff, look out!

I'm beginning to see the appeal of this program.

Don't twitch a whisker, sheriff...

...unless you want a shave.

Okay, boys, saddle up.

But first,

get their money and jewelry.

You are a murderer and a thief.

A man's gotta make a living.

I suggest you find a new line of work.

I asked Counselor Troi to join us.

She loves Western stories.

You'll regret this, stranger.

I am now attempting to access the long-range sensor array.

Forward sensor array coming online.

We're getting a clear scan.

I will perform a routine maintenance check

on the starboard inertial damping system.

Dampers online.

Maintenance check in progress.

Data, I think we're on to something here.

Let's see what you can do with the secondary systems.

Try gravitational control.

Initiating gravi--

What's wrong?

There appears to be an energy fluctuation in my neural net.

I am disconnecting my interface to the computer.

Interface deactivated.

You all right?

I have experienced a brief power surge

in my positronic subprocessor.

But I am fine.

Maybe the interface coding isn't as stable as we thought.

Looks like we've got a couple of hours of systems analysis

before we can try this again.

Let's check the interface programming.

What are his rights in this century?

Is there a trial? Or shall I execute him?

We're supposed to hold him till the U.S. Marshal comes.

And then we'll take him to Rapid City for a trial.

Frankly, I don't think I'll be around here that long.

Not after my old man hears about this.

What old man are you referring to?

My pa.

When he breaks me out of this tin can,

gravedigger will be working overtime.

Your pa is no match for Sheriff Worf.

Yes. When your pa comes, we will be ready for him.

Ha, ha. Yeah.

TROY. He's fight.

You're no match for the Hollanders.

I am sure that the three of us can handle any problems.

Hold on.

I was just passing through town, saw a little trouble,

and thought I'd lend a hand.

But I ain't one of your deputies, sheriff.

Counselor, I would appreciate some support in this matter.

Durango. I'm called Durango.

Yes, uh, Counselor Durango.

Perhaps you would consider becoming a temporary deputy.

For a price.

Five hundred dollars.

Alexander, we require large amounts of currency.

Yes, sir. I'll go to the bank and make a withdrawal.

Deanna, how do you know so much about this period in Earth's history?

My father used to read me stories from the ancient West

when I was a little girl.

I must admit,

I always wanted to play the part of the mysterious stranger.

You are so brave.

Facing down that evil man like you did.

Why, thank you, Ms...?

Annie, you big galoot.

You best not forget that tonight,

because I'm gonna make you a beefsteak

and some gooseberry cobbler for dessert.

And I bought some special candles for the table setting.

Pure beeswax.

I will not be able to come this evening.

I have a prisoner.

I'll keep an eye on him for you, sheriff. You two go have a good time.

That's very considerate of you.

But I would be negligent in my duties if I did not stay.

I am sorry, Miss Annie.

It's another woman, ain't it?

It's that floozy down there at Miss Langford's House of Pleasure.

Who?

You sure got a way with women, sheriff.

Computer, activate Picard Mozart trio, program one.

Play back tracks one, two and three.

Tempo allegro.

Computer, stop playback.

Computer, identify musical composition.

Picard Mozart trio, program one.

Okay.

Let's work through act two from the beginning.

Whenever you're ready.

Felis catus ls your taxonomic nomenclature

An endothermic quadruped

Carnivorous by nature--?

Hold it. Will, what are you reading?

The lines, why?

That's not the right dialogue.

Your visual, olfactory And auditory senses contribute--

I recognize it. This is Data's poetry.

The play's gone.

I just keep getting more poetry.

Well, PADDs are functioning normally.

Seems to be a problem with the information retrieval net.

Somehow when you tried to call up your play,

the computer accessed Data's literary files.

Geordi, perhaps this problem is related to our interface experiment.

We'd better run a level two diagnostic,

see if this problem has spread to any other systems.

- And I will perform a self-diagnostic. - That's a good idea.

You will let me know if you find the play?

Oh, yeah, don't worry. It's in here somewhere.

We got him, jefe.

Where's my boy?

I'm not supposed to be kidnapped now.

Computer, freeze program.

Hey. Computer, freeze program.

You want us to kill him, Sefior Frank?

No.

He's more valuable to us alive.

Feline supplement 127.

Spot, I have formulated a new mixture of food

specifically designed for your highly selective tastes.

I find it extremely difficult to predict what you will find acceptable.

Perhaps hunger will compel you to try it again.

Spot, you are disrupting my ability to work.

Vamoose, you little varmint.

What'll it be?

I was looking for my deputy. Perhaps you have seen him.

Nope.

What'll you have?

Um...

Klingon Firewine.

This ain't Kansas City.

We ain't got none of that fancy European stuff here.

Maybe I should get you a sherry.

Ain't that what they serve at Miss Langford's?

It is, ain't it? Ain't it?

Hmm.

Howdy, sheriff.

Commander, what are you doing here?

The name is Frank Hollander.

What are you looking at?

Nothing. Nothing at all, Mr. Hollander.

What do you want?

My boy.

That is impossible.

Your son is to stand trial for murder.

Well, then, we'll just have to work something out.

Is there anything you want

in exchange for my boy?

You have nothing I want.

Is that so?

Is that so?

What about your deputy?

What about him?

Where is he?

I do not negotiate with criminals.

Your son will stand trial.

- Not so fast. - Ow!

Commander, what are you doing?

I ain't in the mood for games, sheriff.

Commander?

Computer, freeze program.

I wouldn't walk out that door if I was you, sheriff.

What's wrong?

The holodeck safeguards are not functioning.

Alexander's in trouble.

My God, you've been shot.

Computer, end program.

Troi to Captain Picard.

Troi to Security.

There's another character in the program.

Hollander's father. And he looks like Commander Data.

Data?

But it is not Data. I cannot explain.

I believe he has taken Alexander.

Oh. Now, isn't that a shame?

Poor sheriff's been injured.

What's the matter?

Was my pa a little too rough on you?

Data?

What?

Why is the computer creating characters that look like Data?

Where have they taken my son?

Where is he?

Temper, temper, sheriff.

My pa ain't gonna like it if I come home all bruised.

Worf, wait.

We have to remember, even though the holodeck safeguards may be off,

this is still a program.

If we can just get to the end of this story

the way it was designed to play out,

the program will automatically terminate.

You are right.

I will begin by speaking to the people of this town.

Perhaps somebody witnessed Alexander's abduction.

Captain's log, supplemental.

Commander La Forge and Mr. Data believe they have found

the cause of the mysterious malfunctions

which have been plaguing the ship.

We think our interface experiment may have caused

one of the computer's core subroutines to be altered.

When the interface malfunction occurred,

subroutine C-47 was replaced by elements

from my personal programming.

What does C-47 control?

Library computer access, replicator selection,

recreational programming, no critical systems.

That would explain why your music composition program

began playing the "Slavonic Dances."

I have been analyzing the collected works of Anton Dvorék.

It's the same with Dr. Crusher's play. And with the food replicators.

The replicators on Decks 4 through 9 are producing nothing but cat food.

Cat food?

I have been formulating nutritional supplements for Spot.

Well, when can you correct the problem?

We are currently attempting to isolate the corrupted circuit pathways.

I reckon the process should take less than two hours.

What did you say?

I said the process should take less than two hours.

No, you said "I reckon."

According to my memory logs, I did not use those words.

Y'all must be mistaken.

There, Data, you did it again.

Did What?

Uh, Mr. La Forge, perhaps you should take Mr. Data to Engineering.

See if you can find the problem.

Aye, sir.

Can I help you with something?

I spoke to several witnesses who saw Alexander being abducted

as he was leaving the bank by one of Hollander's men.

We must begin a systematic search of the town.

Worf, we've got another problem.

I saw Eli playing cards.

He was shuffling the way Data does when he plays poker.

He doesn't just look like Data, he has Data's abilities.

Which means his father probably does also.

I come to see my boy.

Remove your weapon.

Better take a good look at that gun, sheriff.

You might be seeing it again real soon.

Pa.

Eli.

How they treating you, boy?

Real bad, Pa.

They ain't fed me since I got here,

and that sheriff's been roughing up on me something fierce.

Don't you worry, boy.

The sheriff's gonna pay.

Who's the stranger?

I don't know. She ain't said her name.

She's in cahoots with the sheriff,

and she's mighty mean with that Winchester.

You sit tight, boy.

I'll have you home in time for supper.

I'm gonna give you one more opportunity, sheriff,

to avoid an ugly situation.

Release my boy.

I have reconsidered your offer.

I will release your son in exchange for my deputy.

I thought you might have a change of heart.

Meet me in two hours. You be in front of the saloon,

I'll be in front of the livery stable.

Strangers ain't invited.

Agreed.

In every Western I've ever read, the villains always break their word.

He can't be trusted.

But we have made an honorable agreement.

They're not concerned with honor, Worf.

This is the ancient West.

There's a gunfighter out there

who has the speed and accuracy of an android.

And in two hours, he's going to try to kill you.

Mr. Data.

Howdy, commander.

Geordi, what have you found?

Well, we figure part of my memory structure

was replaced with information

from the computer's recreational database.

Specifically the files relating to the American 19th century West.

That would explain the accent.

You got it, partner.

This is a result of the experimental interface?

I'm afraid so, but we've initiated a progressive memory purge

to restore Data's programming to its original state.

He should be back to normal in a couple of hours.

And what about the computer's recreational database?

We've started a memory purge there as well.

That should take another hour, maybe two.

Commander, you just sit tight.

We'll have this all fixed up in time for supper.

Good.

I will be positioned here at the eastern end of the street.

Frank Hollander says he will approach from this end.

When he reaches this point, he will be within range.

Understood. What about Alexander?

Well, there's a rain barrel in front of the saloon.

It should be enough to stop the bullets.

You would not believe what I went through

to get old man Newsom to give up his telegraph machine.

Ah.

Excellent.

Lord knows why I keep risking my life for you, sheriff.

Oh, yes.

Uh, thank you, Miss Annie. I'm in your debt.

I have connected the communicator's energy cell

to serve as the power source.

How long will the field last?

No more than 15 seconds. It is highly unstable.

Let's hope it's enough.

Eli, get down.

Alexander.

Don't even think about it.

Sefior Frank.

Go ahead. Shoot me.

Do not show your face in this town again.

Let's go.

Father.

Are you all right?

Yes.

End program.

I don't understand this.

The story should be over. What's left?

Computer, end program.

Sheriff.

You're as handy with a shooting iron

as you are with a woman's heart.

Computer, end program.

Computer, now.

Captain's log, stardate 46278.3.

Both Commander Data and the ship's computer

have been restored to normal operation.

Our rendezvous with the supply ship Biko

has proceeded as planned.

Father?

After what happened,

I guess you'll never wanna go back to the ancient West.

The town of Deadwood may face danger once again.

If they do, they will need a sheriff.

And a deputy.