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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 41153.7.

Our destination is planet Deneb IV,

beyond which lies the great
unexplored mass of the galaxy.

As you ordered, sir.

My orders are to examine Farpoint,

a starbase built there
by the inhabitants of that world.

Meanwhile, I'm becoming better
acquainted with my new command,

this Galaxy-class USS Enterprise.

I am still somewhat in awe
of its size and complexity.

As for my crew,
we are short in several key positions,

most notably, a first officer.

But I am informed
that a highly experienced man,

one Commander William Riker,
will be waiting to join the ship

at our Deneb IV destination.

You will agree, Data,
that Starfleet's orders are difficult.

Difficult?

Simply solve the mystery
of Farpoint Station.

As simple as that.

Farpoint Station.
Even the name sounds mysterious.

It's hardly simple, Data,

to negotiate a friendly agreement
for Starfleet to use the base

while, at the same time, snoop around

finding out how and why
the life-form there built it.

Inquiry. The word "snoop"?

Data, how can you be programmed

as a virtual encyclopedia
of human information

without knowing a
simple word like snoop?

Possibility: A kind of human behavior
I was not designed to emulate.

It means, uh, to spy, to sneak.

Ah, to seek covertly,
to go stealthily,

- to slink, slither...
- Exactly, yes.

- ...glide, creep, skulk, pussyfoot, gum...
- Yes.

- ...shoe.
- Captain.

I'm sensing a...

A powerful mind.

Something strange
on this detector circuit.

It registers as solid, captain.

Or an incredibly
powerful forcefield.

If we collide with
either, it could be very--

Shut off that damn noise!
Go to yellow alert.

Shields and deflectors up, sir.

Reverse power, full stop.

Controls to full stop, sir.

Now reading full stop, sir.

Thou art notified that thy kind hath
infiltrated the galaxy too far already.

Thou art directed to return
to thine own solar system immediately.

That's quite a directive.

Would you mind identifying
what you are?

We call ourselves the Q.

Or thou mayst call me that.

It's all much the same thing.

I present myself to thee
as a fellow ship captain

that thou mayst better understand me.

Go back whence thou camest.

Stay where thou art.

- Data, call medics.
- He's frozen.

He would not have injured you.

Do you recognize this?
The stun setting?

Knowing humans as thou dost,
captain,

wouldst thou be captured
helpless by them?

Now, go back
or thou shalt most certainly die.

Captain's log, supplementary.

The frozen form of Lieutenant Torres
has been rushed to Sickbay.

The question now
is the incredible power of the Q being.

Do we dare oppose it?

Captain,
thy little centuries go by so rapidly.

Perhaps thou
will better understand this.

Actually,
the issue at stake is patriotism.

You must return to your world
and put an end to the commies.

All it takes are a few good men.

What?
That nonsense is centuries behind us.

But you can't deny that you're still
a dangerous, savage, child race.

Most certainly I deny it.

I agree we still were when humans
wore costumes like that,

400 years ago.

At which time you slaughtered millions

in silly arguments about how to divide
the resources of your little world.

And 400 years before that,

you were murdering each other
in quarrels over tribal god images.

Since then, there are no indications
that humans will ever change.

But even when we
wore costumes like that,

we'd already started
to make rapid progress.

Oh, yeah? You wanna review
your rapid progress?

Rapid progress.

To where humans learned
to control their military with drugs.

Sir, Sickbay reports
Lieutenant Torres' condition is better.

Oh, concern for one's fellow comrade.

How touching.

And now a personal request, sir.
Permission to clean up the Bridge.

Lieutenant Worf is right, sir.

As security chief,
I can't just stand here and let--

Yes you can, Lieutenant Yar.

Oh, better.

And later,
on finally reaching deep space,

humans, of course,
found enemies to fight out there too.

And to broaden those struggles,

you again found allies
for still more murdering.

The same old story, all over again.

No. The same old story
is the one we're meeting now.

Self-righteous life-forms who are eager
not to learn, but to prosecute.

To judge anything they don't
understand or can't tolerate.

What an interesting idea,
prosecute and judge.

Suppose it turns out we understand
you humans only too well?

We've no fear of what the true facts
about us will reveal.

Facts about you?
Splendid. Splendid, captain.

You're a veritable fountain
of good ideas.

There are preparations to make.

But when we next meet, captain,
we'll proceed exactly as you suggest.

Sir, respectfully submit,
our only choice is to fight.

Fight or try to escape.

Sense anything, commander?

Its mind is much too powerful.
Recommend we avoid contact.

From this point, no station aboard,
repeat, no station for any reason,

will make use of transmitted signals
or intercom.

We'll try and take them by surprise.

Let's see what this
Galaxy-class starship can do.

Lieutenant, inform engine room
to prepare for maximum acceleration.

- Aye, sir.
- Record search, Data.

Results of detaching saucer section
at high-warp velocity.

Inadvisable at any warp speed, sir.

Search theoretical.

It is possible.
But absolutely no margin for error.

Using printout only, notify all decks
to prepare for maximum acceleration.

Now hear this:
"Maximum," you're entitled to know,

means that we'll be pushing
our engines well beyond safety limits.

Our hope is to surprise
whatever that is out there.

Try and outrun it.

Our only other option

is to tuck tail between our legs
and return to Earth as they demand.

The centrifugal variable
cross-mechanism operating at 6.612.

We're currently measuring the
magnitude of the inertial velocity.

Run a transporter check at 0400.
It's on an elliptical orbit.

Inertial reference
coordinate system, go.

Some of the solid particles are...

Engine room ready, sir.

The board shows green, captain.
All go.

Stand by.

Engage.

Velocity: warp 9.2.

- Heading: 351, mark 11, sir.
- Steady on that.

The hostile is now giving chase, sir.
Accelerating fast.

We're now at warp 9.3, sir,
which takes us past the red line.

Continue accelerating.

Counselor, at this point, I'm open
to guesses about what we've just met.

It felt like something beyond
what we'd consider a life-form.

Beyond?

Very, very advanced, sir,
or certainly very, very different.

We're at 9.4, sir.

Hostile is now beginning
to overtake us, sir.

You sure?

Hostile's velocity
is already warp 9.6, sir.

Shall I put them
on the main viewer?

Reverse angle.

Magnifying viewer image.

Hostile's velocity is 9.7, sir.

Worf, inform the engine
room that we need more.

Engine room attempting
to comply, sir, but they caution us--

Go to yellow alert,
arm aft photon torpedoes,

- place them on ready status.
- Torpedoes to ready, sir.

Hostile now at warp 9.8, sir.

Our velocity is only 9.5, sir.

Projection, sir.

We may be able to match
hostile's 9.8, sir.

But at extreme risk.

Now reading the
hostile at warp 9.9, sir.

Now hear this.

Printout message:
Urgent. All stations on all decks,

prepare for emergency saucer sever.

You will command the saucer section,
lieutenant.

I'm a Klingon, sir.

For me to seek escape
when my captain goes into battle--

You are a Starfleet officer, lieutenant.

Aye, sir.

Make the mark, Data.

Note in ship's log that at this startime

I'm transferring command
to the Battle Bridge.

Captain's log, stardate 41153.7.

Preparing to detach saucer section,
so that families

and the majority of the ship's company
can seek relative safety,

while the vessel stardrive,

containing the Battle Bridge
and main armaments,

will turn back and confront
the mystery that is threatening us.

It's okay, honey.

Check your name
at the computer terminals.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant, your torpedoes must
detonate close enough to the hostile

- to blind it to the moment we separate.
- Understood, sir.

All decks acknowledging, sir.

Worf, this is the captain.

At the moment of separation,
we will reverse power just enough

to get your saucer section
out ahead and clear of us.

Understood, captain.

Torpedoes away, sir.

Begin countdown.

- Mark.
- Starship separation,

six, five, four, three,

two, one.

Separation is successful, sir.

Torpedoes have detonated, sir.

Let's come to a stop.
Reverse power.

Reverse power. Decelerating.

Dead stop.

We'll hold this position
and wait for them.

That will bring them here
in just minutes, sir.

Will we make a fight of it, captain?
If we at least damage their ship,

- we have a chance--
- Lieutenant.

Are you recommending that we fight
a life-form that can do all those things?

I'd like to hear your advice.

I spoke before I thought, sir.

We should look for
some way to distract them

from going after the saucer.

All forward motion stopped, sir.

Thank you, conn.

Commander, signal the following
in all languages and on all frequencies.

We surrender.

State that we are not asking
for any terms or conditions.

Aye, sir.

All language forms and frequencies.

The prisoners will all stand.

Historically intriguing, captain.

Very, very accurate.

Mid-21st century.
The post-atomic horror.

All present,

stand and make respectful attention
to honored judge.

Careful, sir.
This is not an illusion or a dream.

But these courts belong in the past.

I don't understand either,
but this is real.

Get to your feet, criminals.

At least we're acquainted
with the judge, captain.

Attention.

On your feet! Attention!

You're out of order.

The prisoners will not be harmed,

until they're found guilty.

Dispose of that.

Can we assume you mean
this will be a fair trial?

Yes, absolutely equitable.

Before this gracious court
now appear these prisoners

to answer for the multiple and
grievous savageries of the species.

How plead you, criminal?

If I may, captain?

Objection, Your Honor.

In the year 2036,
the New United Nations declared that

no Earth citizen could
be made to answer

for the crimes of his race or forbears.

Objection denied.

This is a court of the year 2079,
by which time more rapid progress

had caused all United Earth
nonsense to be abolished.

- Tasha, no.
- I must.

Because I grew up in a world
that allowed things like this court,

and it was people like these
that saved me from it.

This so-called court should get
down on its knees to what Starfleet is.

What it represents.

You barbarian.

This woman has done
nothing wrong!

Criminals, keep silent!

You've got a lot to learn about humans

if you think you can torture us
or frighten us into silence.

- Will she live?
- Uncertain.

When he froze Lieutenant Torres
on the Bridge,

we had our Sickbay
to help thaw him out.

You will answer the charges, criminal.

Or what? Or this?

Or death? Or worse?

You promised
the prisoners will not be harmed.

We plead nothing
so long as you break your own rules.

I suggest you center your attention
on this trial, captain.

It may be your only hope.

I suggest you are now having
second thoughts about it.

You are considering that if you conduct
a fair trial, which was your promise,

- you may lose.
- Lose?

Yes, even though you're judge
and prosecutor.

And jury.

Accepted,

so long as you keep
to your agreement.

And assaulting a prisoner
is hardly a fair trial.

This is a merciful court.

Silence!

Continuing these proceedings,
I must caution you

that legal trickery is not permitted.

- This a court of--
- A court of fact.

We humans know our past,
even when we're ashamed of it.

I recognize this court system

as the one that agreed
with that line from Shakespeare:

- "Kill all the lawyers."
- Which was done.

Leading to the rule,
guilty until proven innocent.

Of course, bringing the
innocent to trial would be unfair.

You will now answer to the charge
of being a grievously savage race.

"Grievously savage"
could mean anything.

I will answer only specific charges.

Are you certain you want
a full disclosure of human ugliness?

So be it, fool.

Present the charges.

Criminal,
you will read the charges to the court.

I see no charges against us,
Your Honor.

You are out of order.

Soldiers, you will press those triggers

if this criminal answers with any word
other than "guilty."

Criminal, how plead you?

Guilty.

Provisionally.

The court will hear the provision.

We question whether this court is
abiding by its own trial instructions.

Have I permission to have
Commander Data repeat the record?

There'll be no legal trickery.

These will be your own words,
Your Honor.

What exactly followed
His Honor's statement

that the prisoners will not be harmed?

Yes, sir.

The captain had asked the question:

"Can we assume you mean
this will be a fair trial?"

And in reply the judge stated:

"Yes, absolutely equitable."

Irrelevant testimony.
Entirely irrelevant.

All right!

We agree there is evidence
to support the court's contention

that humans have been savage.

Therefore, I say, test us!

Test whether
this is presently true of humans.

I see. I see.

And so you petition the court
to accept you and your comrades

as proof of what
humanity has become?

There must be many ways
we can be tested.

We have a long mission ahead of us.

Another brilliant suggestion, captain.

But your test hardly requires
a long mission.

Your immediate destination
offers far more challenge

than you can possibly imagine.

Yes, this Farpoint Station
will be an excellent test.

All present, respectfully stand.

This court is adjourned
to allow the criminals to be tested.

This honorable court is adjourned.

Stand respectfully.

Captain, you may find
that you are not nearly clever enough

to deal with what lies ahead for you.

It may have been better
to accept sentence here.

What is present course, conn?

It's what it's been all along, sir.

Direct heading to Farpoint Station.

Confirmed.
We are on that heading, sir.

You know anything
about Farpoint Station, sir?

Sounds like a fairly dull place.

We've heard that we may find it
rather interesting.

Personal log, Commander
William Riker. Stardate 41153.7.

The USS Hood has dropped me off
at Farpoint Station

where I await the arrival
of the new USS Enterprise,

to which I have been
assigned as first officer.

Meanwhile, I've been asked to visit
the Farpoint administrator's office.

In the old city.

Ah, Commander Riker,

I thought you'd want to know
we've still no word from your vessel.

I trust we've made your
waiting comfortable?

- Luxurious is more like it.
- Good.

Good.

Would I seem ungrateful
if I asked for some information?

Anything.

Fascinating, the advanced materials
used in constructing this space station.

Your energy surplus must be
as abundant as I've heard.

Geothermal energy is one of
the great blessings of this planet.

I'll have all the details of that
sent to your quarters.

Thank you.

But it still seems
incredible to me

that you could've constructed
this station so rapidly and so...

So perfectly suited to our needs.

Would you care for an Earth delicacy,
commander?

Well, if there's an apple...

I'm sorry, commander.

Oh, it doesn't matter.
What I was saying was...

I'll be damned.

Ah, yes.

There was another selection here.

Groppler, I could have sworn
this wasn't here a minute ago.

And did your failure to notice it
make it unwelcome?

Not at all, Groppler.

I trust it will be the same
with Farpoint Station, commander.

A few easily answered
questions about it

won't make Starfleet
appreciate it less.

And it's delicious. Thank you.

- Good morning, Groppler Zorn.
- Good morning.

You have been told not to do that.

Why can't you understand?

It will arouse their suspicion.

And if that happens,
we will have to punish you.

We will, I promise you.

Dr. Crusher.

Mother. It's Commander Riker.

Hello, Wes.
Enjoying Farpoint Station?

Yes, sir.

I saw you,
I thought I might join you for a stroll.

Actually, we were about
to do some shopping.

I've been meaning
to visit the mall myself.

Of course.

If you're wondering about Mom,
Commander Riker,

she's not unfriendly.

She's just shy
around men she doesn't know.

Wesley. I believe that means
he would like us to be friends.

Oh, I'm willing, doctor.

Although we're not officially part
of the Enterprise,

I thought there might be something
useful we could do while we wait.

Useful? How, commander?

Investigating things
that I've noticed since I've been here.

The last was a piece of fruit--

- Gold would be lovely with this.
- I had asked for an apple--

I am sure, commander,
there are reasons for a first officer

to want to demonstrate his energy
and alertness to a new captain,

but since my duty and interests
are outside the command structure...

Isn't it remarkable he happened
to have exactly what you asked for?

Thank you.

I'll take the entire bolt.

Send it to our starship when it arrives.
Charged to Dr. Crusher.

Let's see, where were we?

I was accusing you
of inventing work

in order to curry favor
with our new captain.

I apologize.

Mom, that gold pattern wasn't there.

Maybe this is something Jean-Luc
would like looked into.

Jean-Luc Picard?

You know the captain.

When I was little, he brought
my father's body home to us.

Yes, Wes. Long, long ago.

A pleasure to meet you, commander.
Well, excuse us.

My pleasure, doctor.

- Wes?
- Sir?

See you on board.

Yes, sir.

Sir, the Enterprise is arriving but--

Is this an official report, lieutenant?

Ahem. Sorry, commander.

Sir, Lieutenant La Forge reporting
the Enterprise arriving,

but without the saucer section, sir.

Stardrive section only?
What happened?

I don't know, sir. Captain Picard
has signaled for you to beam up.

Our new captain
doesn't waste time.

It's a good idea.

- Thank you, lieutenant.
- Aye, sir

Enterprise, this is Commander Riker
at Farpoint Station.

Standing by to beam up.

Lieutenant Yar of Security, sir.

Captain Picard will see you
on the Battle Bridge.

With the saucer gone,

I assume something interesting
happened on the way here.

Battle Bridge.

That's for the captain to explain, sir.

Do we have clearance?

- Aye, sir, into standard parking orbit.
- Make it so.

Commander Riker, sir.

Riker, W.T. reporting as ordered, sir.

- Is the viewer ready?
- All set up, sir.

We'll first bring you up to date

on a little adventure we had
on our way here, commander.

Then we'll talk.

Welcome aboard.

This way, sir.

Thou art directed to return

to thine own solar system
immediately.

Go back
or thou shalt most certainly die.

But you can't deny that you're still
a dangerous, savage, child race.

Message from the saucer module, sir.
It will arrive here in 51 minutes.

Inform them we'll connect
as soon as they arrive.

And send the commander to me
when he's finished.

Yes, sir.

And 400 years before that,
you were murdering each other

in quarrels over tribal god images.

Since then there are no indications
that humans will ever change.

There are preparations to make.

But when we next meet, captain,
we'll proceed exactly as you suggest.

He calls that a little adventure?

Come.

Not exactly a run-of-the-mill
happening, captain.

It seems we're alive only because
we have been placed on probation.

A very serious kind of probation.

Go.

The saucer module
now entering orbit with us, sir.

Acknowledge.

Commander Riker will conduct
a manual docking. Picard out.

Sir?

You've reported in, haven't you?
You are qualified?

- Yes, sir.
- Then I mean now, commander.

They say you will be doing this
manually, sir. No automation.

As ordered.

Velocity to one-half meter per second.

Adjust pitch angle,
negative three degrees.

Watch your roll angle, conn.

All stations, prepare for reconnection.

Thrusters to station keeping.

All velocity zero.
Her inertia should do the job now.

Lock up, now.

A fairly routine maneuver,
but you handled it quite well.

Thank you, sir.
I hope I show some promise.

I do have some questions for you,
however.

Yes, sir. I thought you might.

I see in your file that Captain DeSoto
thinks very highly of you.

One curious thing, however,

you refused to let him
beam down to Altair III.

In my opinion, sir,
Altair III was too dangerous

to risk exposing the captain.

I see.

Captain's rank means nothing to you.

Rather the reverse, sir.

But a captain's life means
a great deal more to me.

Isn't it just possible that
you don't get to be a Starfleet captain

without knowing whether it's safe
to beam down or not?

Isn't it a little presumptuous
of a first officer

to second-guess
his captain's judgment?

Permission to speak candidly, sir?

Always.

Having been a first officer yourself,

you know that assuming
that responsibility

must, by definition,
include the safety of the captain.

I have no problem with
following any rules you lay down,

short of compromising your safety.

And you don't intend to back off
from that position?

No, sir.

One further thing.

- A special favor.
- Anything, sir.

Using the same strength
you showed with Captain DeSoto,

I would appreciate it
if you could keep me

from making an ass
of myself with children.

- Sir?
- I'm not a family man, Riker,

and yet, Starfleet has given
me a ship with children aboard.

- Yes, sir.
- And I, uh...

I don't feel comfortable with children.

But since a captain needs
an image of geniality,

you're to see that's what I project.

Aye, sir.

Welcome to the Enterprise,
Commander Riker.

Naturally, I've heard of your case.
The VISOR appliance you wear is--

Is a remarkable piece
of bioelectronic engineering

by which I quote "see"
much of the EM spectrum

ranging from simple heat
and infrared

through radio waves,
et cetera, et cetera,

and forgive me if I've said and listened
to this a thousand times before.

You've been blind all your life?

I was born this way.

And you've felt pain
all the years you've used this?

Mm. They say it's because I use
my natural sensors in different ways.

Well, I see two choices.

The first is painkillers.

- Which would affect how this works.
- Mm-hm.

No.

- And choice number two?
- Exploratory surgery.

Desensitize the brain areas
troubling you.

Same difference.

No, thank you, doctor.

I understand.

See you.

- Yes, sir?
- Where will I find Commander Data?

Commander Data
is on special assignment, sir.

He's using our shuttlecraft to transfer
an admiral over to the Hood.

An admiral?

He's been aboard all day, sir,
checking over medical layout.

Why a shuttlecraft?
Why wouldn't he just beam over?

I suppose he could, sir,

but the admiral is a rather
remarkable man.

Have you got some reason

you want my atoms
scattered all over space, boy?

No, sir. But at your age, sir,

I thought you shouldn't
have to put up with

the time and trouble of a shuttlecraft.

- Hold it right there, boy.
- Sir?

What about my age?

Sorry, sir, if that subject troubles you.

Troubles me?

What's so damn troublesome
about not having died?

How old do you think I am, anyway?

One hundred thirty-seven years,
admiral, according to Starfleet records.

Explain how you remember that
so exactly.

I remember every fact
I'm exposed to, sir.

I don't see no points on your ears, boy,
but you sound like a Vulcan.

No, sir.

I'm an android.

Hm.

Almost as bad.

I thought it was generally accepted, sir,

that Vulcans are an advanced
and most honorable race.

They are, they are.

And damn annoying, at times.

Yes, sir.

Well, this is a new ship,
but she's got the right name.

- Now, you remember that, you hear?
- I will, sir.

You treat her like a lady,

and she'll always bring you home.

Did you signal the Hood,
Commander Riker?

Your exact message.
"Bon voyage, mon ami."

What was the reply, computer?

You're wasting time, captain.
Or did you think I was gone?

Lieutenant.

Do you intend to blast a hole
in the viewer?

If the purpose of this
is to test humans, Your Honor,

we must proceed in our own way.

You are dilatory. You have 24 hours.

Any further delay

and you risk summary judgment
against you, captain.

- Sorry, sir.
- You reacted fast, Mr. Worf.

But futilely.

I will learn to do better, sir.

Of course you will.
We've a long voyage ahead us.

What do we do now, captain?

With them monitoring our every move
and every word.

We do exactly what we'd do
if this Q never existed.

If we're going to be damned,
let's be damned for what we really are.

Personal log, stardate 41153.8.

Of the 24 hours Q allotted us
to prove ourselves,

11 have now passed
without incident.

And yet, I cannot forget Q's prediction

that we will face some critical test.

This planet's interior heat provides
an abundance of geothermal energy,

but it's about all
that this world does offer.

And it's your belief
that this is what made it possible

for them to construct this base
to Starfleet standards?

Yes, sir. We have to assume they've
been trading their surplus energy

for the construction materials
used here.

According to our ship's scans,

many of the materials used
are not found on this world.

Perhaps it's like those incidents
you describe in your report

as almost magical attempts
to please us.

Those events did happen, sir.

None of it
suggests anything threatening.

If only every life-form
had as much desire to please.

Ready to beam down?

I'm looking forward to meeting
this Groppler Zorn.

I have a feeling there's more to it
than just trying to please us, sir.

As if it's something Q is doing
to trick us?

Over here.

I've asked the counselor
to join us in this meeting.

May I introduce our new first officer,
Commander William Riker.

Commander Riker, this is
our ship's counselor, Deanna Troi.

Do you remember what
I taught you, Imzadi?

Can you still sense my thoughts?

A pleasure, commander.

Likewise, counselor.

Have the two of you met before?

We have, sir.

Excellent.

I consider it important
for my key officers

to know each other's abilities.

We do, sir.

We do.

I too, could never say goodbye,
Imzadi.

My crew and I need more information

before we can make
our recommendations to Starfleet.

No objections to that.

But I'm puzzled over you bringing
a Betazoid to this meeting.

If her purpose, sir,
is to probe my thoughts--

I can sense only strong emotions,
Groppler.

I'm only half Betazoid.
My father was a Starfleet officer.

Well, I have nothing to hide, of course.

Good, since we admire what we've
seen of your construction techniques.

Starfleet may be interested in your
constructing starbases elsewhere also.

We are not interested
in building other facilities.

If I may, captain?

Then a trade, Groppler.
Some things that you need

in return for lending us architects
and engineers

who could demonstrate
your techniques.

Bandi do not enjoy
leaving their home world.

If Starfleet cannot accept
that small weakness,

then we will be forced, unhappily,

to seek an alliance
with someone like the Ferengi.

Counselor, what is it?

Do you want it described here, sir?

Yes. No secrets here
if we're to be all friends.

Agreed, Groppler?

We ourselves have nothing to hide,
of course.

Pain.

Pain.

Loneliness.

Terrible loneliness.

Despair.

I'm not sensing the Groppler, sir,
or any of his people,

but it's something very close
to us here.

The source of this, Groppler,
have you any idea?

No.

No, absolutely not.

And I find nothing helpful
or productive in any of this.

And that's it? No other comment?

Well, what do you expect of us?

We offer you a base
designed to your needs.

Luxurious by even human standards.

While evading even our
simplest questions about it.

We'll adjourn for now,

while we all reconsider our positions.

Captain, the Ferengi would be
very interested in a base like this.

Fine. Let's hope they find you as tasty
as they did their past associates.

Ensign, could you help me find
Commander Data?

I understand he's
somewhere on this deck.

This way, sir. You must be new
to these Galaxy-class starships, sir.

Tell me the location
of Commander Data.

Lieutenant Commander
Data now located in holodeck area 4J.

And as you can see, sir,
it's pointing you that way.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome, sir.

The next hatchway on your right.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome, Commander Riker.

And if you care to enter, commander?

I do.

Hello?

Marvelous, how easily humans do that.

I still need much practice.

There's some puzzles down on the--

Down on the planet
that the captain wants answered.

He suggests I take you with me
on the away team I'll be leading.

I shall endeavor
to function adequately, sir

Yes.

When the captain suggested you,
I looked up your record.

Yes, sir. A wise procedure, sir. Always.

Then your rank of
lieutenant commander is honorary?

No, sir. Starfleet class of '78,

honors in probability and mechanics
and exobiology.

- But your file says that you're a--
- Machine. Correct, sir.

Does that trouble you?

To be honest, yes, a little.

Understood, sir.
Prejudice is very human.

Now, that does trouble me. Do you
consider yourself superior to us?

I am superior, sir, in many ways.

But I would gladly give it up
to be human.

Nice to meet you,

Pinocchio.

A joke.

Ah. Intriguing.

You're going to be an
interesting companion, Mr. Data.

This woodland pattern
is quite popular, sir.

Perhaps because it
duplicates Earth so well.

Coming here almost
makes me feel human myself.

I didn't believe these simulations
could be this real.

Much of it is real, sir.

If the transporters can convert
our bodies to an energy beam,

- then back to the original pattern--
- Yes, of course.

And these rocks and vegetations
have much simpler patterns.

Correct, sir.

- The rear wall.
- I can't see it.

We're right next to it.

Incredible.

Commander Riker.

Commander Riker, isn't this great?

This is one of the simple patterns.

They've got thousands more.
Some you just can't believe.

Careful, the next rock is loose.

Wesley.

Wow.

Mr. Data has agreed to join me
on the away team, captain.

Very good, commander.

Sir, maybe I should get something
to wipe this water up.

Good idea.

There's a low-gravity gymnasium too.

It'd be hard to get bored on this ship.

Good.

Mom, could you get me a look
at the Bridge?

That's against the captain's
standing orders.

- Are you afraid of the captain too?
- I certainly am not.

But Captain Picard is a pain, isn't he?

Your father liked him very much.

Great explorers are often lonely.
No chance to have a family.

Just a look at the Bridge.

I'll stay in the turbolift
when the doors open. I won't get off.

You are asking for trouble, Wes.

We'll see what we can do.

I recommend
that someone could begin

by examining the underside
of the station, sir.

Our sensors do show
some passages, sir.

Perhaps, you and I.

Tasha, you and the counselor. And,
Geordi, I want your eyes down there.

You and I will start topside.

Have you noticed anything unusual?

I can't see as well as Geordi, sir.

But so far, the material
seems rather ordinary.

- Construction records?
- Construction records shows this

to be almost identical
to that which Starfleet uses.

Team leader.

We found something interesting.

We're in a passageway
directly under the station, sir.

But these tunnel walls are something
I've never seen before, sir.

How're you examining them,
Geordi?

In every way.

Microscopically, thermally,
electromagnetically.

None of it is familiar.

And what about you, Troi?

Sir, I've avoided opening my mind.

Whatever I felt in the Groppler's office
became very uncomfortable.

I'm sorry, counselor, but you must.
We need more information.

Pain.

Such pain.

Pain.

Hang on, I'm coming.
Enterprise, lock us on to her signal.

I'm sorry.

Close your mind to the pain.

Unhappiness.

Terrible despair.

Who?

I don't know.

No life-form anything like us.

What in the hell kind of place is this?

Geordi, what do you see?

Well, it's of...

It's of no material I recognize, sir,
or have even heard of.

What the hell?

Children are not allowed on the Bridge.

Permission to report to the captain.

Dr. Crusher.

Captain.

Sir, my son is not on the Bridge,

he merely accompanied me
on the turbolift.

Your son?

His name's Wesley.

You last saw him years ago when...

Hm.

Well,

as long as he's here...

Ahem. I, uh...

I knew...

I knew your father, Wesley.

Want to look around?

But don't touch anything.

Try it out.

The panel on your right
is for log entries,

library computer access and retrieval,
view-screen control and intercom.

- Here we have--
- The backup conn and ops panels,

plus shield and armament controls.

Hm. The forward view screen is
controlled from the ops position there.

Which uses high-resolution,
multi-spectral imaging sensors.

How the hell do you know that, boy?

Perimeter alert, captain.

- Wesley.
- I'm sorry.

- You shouldn't have touched anything.
- Get off the Bridge. Both of you.

You have a perimeter alert, sir.

As my son tried to tell you.

Picard. Go ahead.

Ship's sensors
have detected the presence

of a vessel approaching this planet.

No ship is scheduled
to arrive at this time, sir.

Have Commander Riker
and his team beam back up.

Security, could that be
the Hood returning here?

The vessel does not match
the Hood's configuration or ID signal.

Put it on main viewer.

Identification?

Vessel unknown,
configuration unknown, sir.

Hail it.

We've been trying, sir. No response.

Raise all shields, phasers at ready.

Shields up, sir, phasers ready.

Get me Groppler Zorn.

And continue universal greetings
on all frequencies.

This is Zorn, captain.

Zorn, an unidentified vessel
has entered into orbit with us.

Do you know who it is?

There are no ships scheduled
to arrive until--

I asked you if you knew who it is.

You mentioned the
Ferengi Alliance to me.

But we've had no dealings with them.

It was only a thought.

- Are you certain?
- I promise you, captain.

We were making an empty threat.
I wanted your cooperation. Forgive me.

Definitely entering
orbital trajectory, sir.

It measures 12 times our volume,
captain.

Sensors say we were just scanned, sir.

Pain again?

Troi, you've been at it enough.

No.

I feel close to an answer of some kind.

Commander, something down here
is shielding our communicators.

Yes, that's exactly the feeling
I've been reading,

as if someone doesn't want us
to be in touch with our ship.

Come on, let's get to the surface.

There is no computer record
of any such vessel, sir.

Nothing even close.

Still no response, sir. We've done
everything but threaten them.

Sensor scans, Mr. Worf.

Our sensor signals
just seem to bounce off.

Something's happening, sir.

- They're firing on Farpoint, sir.
- Bring photon torpedoes to ready.

Wait, sir. They're hitting the old
Bandi city, not Farpoint Station.

Those stairs are where
we entered down here, sir.

At this point it becomes ordinary
stone, sir. Matching what's above.

My God, was that a phaser blast?

Negative, but something similar.

You, Tasha, Geordi will beam up
to the ship now. Come on.

I wanna see exactly what's happening.

Don't! If you should be hurt...

You have your orders, lieutenant.
Carry them out.

Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir.

Enterprise, three to beam up.

Enterprise. Enterprise, come in.

Help us, please!

What shall we do?

Enterprise, help us, please!

Tune that down.

Commander Riker, come in.
Can you hear me?

Riker to Enterprise, come in.

Commander Riker, come in.
Where are you?

With Data,
on the edge of the old city, sir.

It's being hit hard, sir.

And Farpoint Station,
any damage there?

Negative on damage to Farpoint, sir.

Whoever they are,
they're avoiding hitting the station.

It's from an unidentified vessel
that's entered into orbit with us here.

No ID, no answer to our signals.

The old Bandi city's being hit hard, sir.

- Many casualties very probable.
- Understand, commander.

Would you object to your captain
ordering a clearly illegal kidnapping?

No objection, sir.

Groppler Zorn may have
the answers we need.

Get him. Bring him here.

Aye, sir.

They're forcing a very
difficult decision on me, counselor.

But I doubt protecting the Bandi
would violate the Prime Directive.

True, they are not actual allies, but--

We are in the midst
of diplomatic discussions with them.

Lieutenant,
lock phasers on that vessel.

Phasers locked on, captain.

Typical. So typical.

Savage life-forms never follow
even their own rules.

Get off my Bridge.

Interesting, that order about phasers.

Standing by on phasers, captain.

Please, don't let me interfere.
Use your weapons.

We've no idea of who
is on that vessel.

My order was
a routine safety precaution.

Really? No idea what it represents?

The meaning of that vessel is as plain,

as plain as the noses
on your ugly little primate faces.

And if you were truly civilized, captain,

wouldn't you be doing something about
the casualties happening down there?

Captain to CMO,
are you reading any of this?

Medical team is already preparing
to beam down, captain.

Compliments on that, doctor.

Any questions?

Starfleet people are trained to render
aid and assistance whenever--

But not trained in clear thinking.

Let's consider your thoughts.
You call us savages

and yet, you knew those people
down there were going to be killed.

It is your conduct that is uncivilized.

Sir, they're firing on the planet again.

Go to maneuvering jets.

Position us between that vessel
and the planet.

- Forcefields full on.
- Aye, sir.

Impulse power to...

We have no ship control, sir.

It's gone.

Are you undamaged?

Yes. You?

All systems operating.

Please. Make it stop.

You can drive it away.

Drive who away, Groppler?

- I don't know.
- Unlikely, sir.

Our records show you supervised
all Bandi contact with other worlds.

We've done nothing wrong.

Then if we can learn
nothing from you, we'll leave.

No. Oh, no, please, don't leave.

I'll try to explain.

First Officer to Enterprise.

We've lost Zorn.

Something like a transporter beam
seems to have snatched him away.

Question, sir.

Could it be this Q?

None of you knows
who transported him.

You're running out of time, captain.

Captain.

Suddenly I'm sensing something else.

Satisfaction.

Enormous satisfaction.

- From same source as before?
- No.

That was on the planet.
This is much closer.

Excellent, counselor.
He's such a dullard, isn't he?

Captain, from transporter room.

First officer and Mr. Data
have beamed aboard.

Excellent also. Perhaps with more
of these little minds helping--

That is enough, damn it!

Have you forgotten
that we have an agreement?

An agreement which you are,
at this moment, breaking

by taking over our vessel,
interfering with my decisions.

Either leave or finish us!

Temper, temper, mon capitaine.

I'm merely trying to assist
a pitiful species.

But perhaps I will leave,

if Commander Riker provides me
with some amusement.

Do nothing that he asks.

But I ask so little.

And it's so necessary
if you're to solve all this.

Beam over there with your-- What do
you call it? Your away team?

I'll risk none of my crew
on that unknown.

You should already know
what you'll find there.

Or perhaps
it's too adult a puzzle for you.

With all respect, captain,
I want to beam over there.

You show promise, my good fellow.

Have you understood any part
of what he's tried to tell you?

Humanity is no longer a savage race.

But you must still prove that.

At least you impressed him,
Number One. That's hopeful.

Thank you, captain.

Captain, if he's not open
to evidence in our favor,

where will you go from there?

I'll attend to my duty.

To the bitter end?

I see nothing so bitter about that.

Can I help you, captain?

I, uh...

I didn't want you thinking me harsh,
cold-blooded.

Why, oh, why would I ever think that?

I didn't welcome you aboard
personally, professionally.

I made you come to me on the Bridge,
I yelled at your son.

Who, as you pointed out,
was quite correct.

He does seem to have a very good
grasp of starship operations.

You've just won this mother's heart,
captain.

Ah. But, uh...

Now, your assignment here,

I would consider

and approve a transfer for you.

Oh. Do you consider me unqualified?

Hardly. Your service record shows

you're just the chief
medical officer I want.

Then you must object
to me personally.

I'm trying to be considerate
of your feelings, doctor.

For you to work
with a commanding officer

who would continually remind you
of a terrible personal tragedy.

If I had had any objections
to serving with you,

I wouldn't have requested
this assignment, captain.

You requested this posting?

My feelings about my husband's death
will have no affect

on the way I serve you,
this vessel or this mission.

Ah.

Then welcome aboard, doctor.

Riker to Picard.
We're ready to beam over, sir.

I hope we can be friends.

Thank you.

Phasers on stun.

Energize.

Most interesting, sir.

It's the same construction we saw
in the underground tunnel.

But no sound of power.

No equipment.

How does this ship run?

What is it, Troi?

Is it the same as you felt down there?

No.

This is much more powerful.

Full of anger...

- ...hate.
- Toward us?

No.

It's directed down toward
the old Bandi city.

Most intriguing again, sir.

The place that this vessel was firing
upon was not the Farpoint Starbase,

but the home of those
who constructed--

Sorry, sir.

I seem to be commenting
on everything.

Good.

Don't stop, my friend.

Enterprise, Riker.

This is turning out to be
a very long tunnel or corridor, sir.

No ship's crew in sight.

No sign of mechanism or circuitry.

No controls or readouts.

This is nothing like any vessel
I've seen before.

Groppler Zorn, sir.

And great fear just ahead.

There's a different feeling here
than in the tunnel.

Very different.

No! Please! No more, please!

No more!

Please! Make it stop the pain!

Please. Please. Make it stop the pain.

No! Please! No more!
Please, no more!

- Please! Make it stop the pain! Ah!
- Zorn, can you hear me?

No!

- Has the alien communicated?
- No. Please. Please.

- Please, no more!
- That's it, sir.

- No, no more!
- It's just one alien I'm sensing here.

Please.
I don't understand what it wants!

- Not true, he does know.
- No, please! No more!

Please. No more!

Oh, no. No! Don't! Don't! Don't!

Captain!

Transporter chief,
yank them back now.

Riker, acknowledge.

Your time is up, captain.

Transporter chief,
do you have their coordinates?

- Transporter chief.
- He can't hear you, captain.

Transporter chief, come in.

I have people in trouble over there, Q.

Everyone at ease. That's an order.

Q, my people are in trouble.

Let me help them, please.

I'll do whatever you say.

You'll do whatever I say.

It seems I did make that bargain.

The agreement isn't valid, sir.
It wasn't Q that saved us.

Save yourself. It may attack you now.

It was that which sent us back,
captain.

Yes, sir. It is not merely a vessel,
somehow it is alive.

She lies.
Destroy it while you have a chance.

Make phasers
and photon torpedoes ready.

No. Do nothing he demands.

Captain,
that thing was killing my people.

- Was there a reason?
- It is an unknown, captain.

Isn't that enough?

If you had earned that uniform
you're wearing,

you'd know that the unknown
is what brings us out here.

Wasted effort,
considering human intelligence.

Let's test that.

Beginning with the tunnels
you have under Farpoint, Groppler.

Identical to those on the space vessel
life-form over there.

Why was it punishing you, Groppler?

In return for some pain
you'd given another creature?

We've done nothing wrong.
It was injured, we helped it.

Thank you.

That was the missing element.

Lieutenant Yar, rig main phaser banks
to deliver an energy beam.

- Aye, sir.
- You're right, captain.

It has to be conceivable
that somewhere in this galaxy,

there could exist creatures
able to convert energy into matter.

And into specific patterns of matter,
just as our transporters do.

On the viewer, captain.

Groppler.

You captured something like that,
didn't you?

Warn my people, please,
to leave Farpoint Station immediately.

He lies, captain.
Shouldn't you let his people die?

Transmit the message:

"Leave Farpoint Space Station
immediately."

Then it was a pair of creatures
I was sensing.

One down there in grief and pain,
the other up here filled with anger.

And firing not
on the new space station,

but on the Bandi and their city.

Attacking those who had captured--

Captured its mate.

Energy beam ready, sir.

Lock it in on Farpoint Station.

I see now it was too simple a puzzle.

Generosity has always
been my weakness.

Let it have whatever it can absorb.

Energize.

Now getting feedback
on the beam, sir.

Discontinue.

Groppler Zorn,

there'll soon be no Farpoint Station,
if I'm right about this.

A lucky guess.

Please believe me,
we meant no harm to the creature.

It was starving for energy.

Which your world
furnishes you in plenty.

- And we did feed it.
- But only enough to keep it alive

so that you could force it to shape itself
into whatever form you needed.

Sir.

It's wonderful.

A feeling of great joy.

And gratitude.

Great joy and gratitude.

From both of them.

Why do you use other life-forms
for your recreation?

If so, you've not provided the best--

Leave us. We've passed your little test.

Temper, temper, mon capitaine.

Get off my ship.

I do so only because
it suits me to leave.

But I will not promise
never to appear again.

Captain's log, stardate 41174.2.

The agreement for the rebuilding
of Farpoint Station

has been completed
per my instructions.

- All stations?
- Ready for departure, sir.

Some problem, Riker?

Just hoping this isn't the usual way
our missions will go, sir.

Oh, no, Number One.

I'm sure most
will be much more interesting.

Let's see what's out there.

Engage.