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Intruder alert.
Intruder alert.

Life support failure
on deck twelve.

Move it! Move it! Move it!

Power grid failure on deck five.

All security teams
report to the bridge immediately.

Let's move, cadets!

Alpha team to the bridge.

Beta team, secure the warp core.

Inertial dampeners off-line.

Malfunction in...
integrator.

- Come on, we gotta go.
- Hurry up, come on!

Warp field collapse imminent.

Bridge.

Ship systems rebooting.

System... System online.

Status.

Stop firing!

Picard!

Bridge control transfer 40%.

- What's happening?
- All systems are redirected.

She's gaining complete access.
Weapons, navigation, everything.

Computer, activate auto-destruct sequence!

Auto-destruct activated.

- Nine, eight, seven, six...
- Picard.

...five, four, three, two, one.

♪ Time is on my side ♪

- ♪ Yes, it is ♪
- ♪ Yes, yes ♪

♪ Time is on my side ♪

♪ Now you always say ♪

♪ That you wanna be free ♪

- ♪ You'll coming runnin' back ♪
- ♪ Just like I hoped you would, baby ♪

- ♪ You'll coming runnin' back ♪
- ♪ I won't have to cry no more ♪

- ♪ You'll coming runnin' back ♪
- ♪ Uh-huh ♪

- ♪ To me ♪
- ♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Time is on my side ♪

- ♪ Yes, it is, yeah ♪
- ♪ Yes, yes ♪

♪ Time is on my side ♪

♪ I know that... ♪

♪ But just wait and see ♪

- ♪ You'll coming runnin' back ♪
- ♪ Oh, and it won't be long ♪

- ♪ You'll coming runnin' back ♪
- ♪ Oh, all my worries will be over ♪

- ♪ To me ♪
- ♪ 'Cause I'll have my baby home ♪

♪ Go right ahead, baby ♪

♪ Go ahead and light up the town ♪

- L 'chaim.
- Sláinte.

♪ ...your heart desires... ♪

- Na zdorov'ye.
- Santé.

Cheers, Big Ears.

Mm-hmm.

Mmm.

You know, as days on Earth go...

this is reliably one of my favorites.

Oh, and why's that?

Celebration of the end of the season.

A confirmation of hard work well done.

That's certainly one way
of looking at it, I suppose.

And what would be your way?

I don't know, um...

"Seize today,
for we know nothing of tomorrow."

Yes!

Today is glorious, and none
of our tomorrows are guaranteed.

- To Zhaban.
- To Zhaban.

You must miss him.

I do.

Even now, after a year and a half.

Did you know that we were promised
to each other at birth?

I had no idea.

Well, as is our custom.

But we did learn to love each other.

Truly.

But remember that Romulans
don't suffer loss as humans do.

We love deeply, and then we honor
that love by loving again...

even more deeply still.

When I first came to work here,
I saw you as a man who chose the stars.

And after all this time,
I've come to wonder,

have you been seeking or running?

Am I being too personal?

No!

Please, go on.

Why have you chosen to be alone?

I'm hardly alone.

You know what I mean.

As you say, I've spent my life
in the stars.

And is that what you really want?

All you really want?

The part of me that really wants...

is the part that has to wait in line.

Behind what?

Duty, I suppose.

The need to keep on moving.

And where is the heart
after all this constant motion?

What might you find
if you were to just... stop.

Here...

now.

Yeah, it's very late,
and you've got that speech tomorrow.

Jean-Luc!

Why have you chosen to be alone?

Jean-Luc.

My little Magellan.

Slipping away like that.

I might as well have sailed
straight off the edge of the world.

Aren't we dramatic?

Paris is just a transport away.

And you've never seen skies
like this at night, I promise you.

There's magic here.

Your father can root around
out there in the dirt,

while your brother toils away at school.

This can be our place, yours and mine.

We'll clear out the vines,
we can even paint on these windows.

Our own world.

What do you think?

Will you fight less here?

Maman!

Yvette!

Come find me.

Of course we will.

But if we should shout at each other
now and then,

I want you to look up, and imagine
how tiny our voices are out there.

So tiny you can't even hear them.

Look up at the stars, Jean-Luc.

Look up.

Starfleet Command, this is USS Avalon.

We've detected a spatial anomaly.
Please advise.

There you are.
I've been looking everywhere for you.

With a cup of what is now,
definitely... Earl Grey, cold.

I'm sorry. Yes, thank you.

I've been, uh...

Yes?

Uh, a book. I've been trying to find it.

Um, it's a first edition.

Green cover and, uh, gold lettering.

It's gotta be somewhere in these shelves.

Oh.

Thank you.

Laris...

Last night...

- I was...
- You.

You were you.

Yeah.

Nothing has to change.

It's too late for that, Jean-Luc.

That's been clear to both of us
for some time now, I imagine.

Going forward,
it would all be too... awkward.

And I'm too old for awkward.

Now, have you any idea how hard it is
to be late in the age of transporters?

And yet, somehow... you manage.

We often
refer to space as the final frontier.

But, the older I get,
the more I come to believe...

that the true final frontier is time.

In Command, as in life...

what we do in crisis
often weighs upon us less heavily

than what we wish we had done.

What could have been.

Time offers many opportunities,

but it rarely offers second chances.

And as steps forward go...

I would like to acknowledge
your classmate.

The first fully Romulan cadet
at Starfleet Academy.

Elnor.

May you all go boldly
into a future

free from the shackles of the past.

I stand before you...

the last Picard.

My ancestor captained the second ship

behind Jacques Cartier.

A great-great cousin, Renée Picard,

was instrumental in early exploration
of this solar system.

Yet, I choose to leave you...

with the words of my mother...

who was no explorer at all.

When I was a boy...

she would point to the night sky and say,

"Look up, Jean-Luc.

And let's see what's out there."

Psst.

I'm a little occupied at the moment.

Come on out, freak.

Show me your ugly Borg face.

Let's try this another way.

The medical supplies
you are attempting to steal

are the property of the Fenris Rangers.

If you leave now...

Emmet, a little help here, please?

Computer, disengage
hologram safety protocols.

Safety protocols deactivated.

Thanks.

No.

Stop talking.

I never should've merged the holos.

There's gotta be a way to disable
your therapeutic plug-ins.

Here it is.

You were saying? About outside?

Show me.

What the hell is that?

If I may, I'd like to make a toast.

We've been touring the galaxy
for over a year

since the Federation
ended the ban on synthetics,

and in that time I've learned one thing.

You can't ask for trust
through an interpreter.

It needs to come from here.

Through here.

She runs one subroutine on toasts
and she's the belle of the ball.

She certainly is impressive.

Wow. S...

Right.

May I?

I don't bite.

I just wanted to see what hands
could create such a wonder.

You're flirting, right?

This is how really pretty people flirt,
isn't it? Oh.

You know, look,
I'm half in the bag anyway,

so I'm gonna give you a little advice.

Uh, my longest-lasting
intimate relationship,

including the one that I just ended,
is less than a year.

I was recently cleared
of murdering my previous boyfriend

due to alien-induced temporary insanity,

so I'm not exactly dating material,
you know?

Oh, thank God.

Confused.

"Never talk to me again" was literally
the last thing you ever said to me.

In the nick of time.

I thought I was going to have to break
into a medley of Deltan folk songs.

A hard-to-replace opportunity, to be sure.

I know, Rios called. You're going.

I'm staying here to continue
being charmingly diplomatic.

If by heard, you mean you eavesdropped
on my private comms link

using your super robot hearing.

Well, you did ask me to monitor you
for any potential drunk hailing incidents,

so I extended the caution
to drunk answering.

I feel like that's an exploitation
of a technicality.

I'll call as soon as I know
when we'll be back.

I have a feeling you're gonna be
just fine without me.

- And what about you and, you know.
- Yeah.

I have to confess, the whole
"we can totally still work together" thing

made a lot more sense back on Earth.

I would never say "I told you so."

But his new job does come
with a lot of pressure.

Please, how hard can it be?

One to beam up.

So, what's the big hurry, Captain?

Shelve that. There's no time.
Give me a sec.

Kemi, get us there as fast as you can,
short of flying us through a sun.

- Comms, anything yet?
- Nothing, Captain.

Keep trying.

Lieutenant Urtern, I'll need offensive
and defensive strategy reports.

I don't wanna get there
without a possible engagement plan.

- You good?
- Yes, sir.

Always on point. Thank you.

Sorry, some kind of subspace anomaly
Starfleet's ordered us to investigate.

I could use you on this one.

Your... Your brain, I mean.

Well, that's kind of kind.

Course set, Captain.

Dale.

Make it so.

Hmm.

The pressure of legacy.

It's your own fault, you know.

No one told you to accept
a command with baggage.

Bri'oon Raul,
assignment: the Hikaru Sulu.

Cadet Maxwell Nagata, assignment:
the Grissom.

Please report to your designated
transport berths.

So how are things?

I'm considering an update
of the Kobayashi Maru.

Good. I hate that test.

Well, I am very happy to be Chancellor
of the Academy, thank you very much.

Mm-hmm. Sure.

It forces you to focus on Starfleet
instead of, you know, you.

And how is Seven these days?

Touché.

You know Seven.

There's always folks out there in trouble.

What kind of asshole needs
to be more important than that?

But you would like to be, to her.

I guess, she has me
hoping for something more.

You wouldn't understand.

I-I mean, of-of course...
of course you'd understand.

It's just that, at the end of the day,
you two are so damn self-sufficient. I...

Happy to travel the stars, uh...

Hell, I wonder if either of you
even get lonely.

Cadet Elnor. Assignment: the Excelsior.

Elnor.

Admiral Picard. I'd hoped to see you
before my departure.

- Exciting time.
- Yes.

I'm very excited.

But I'm also worried my excitement
may be distracting me from my studies.

It's paradoxical.

You know, there's a quote in this book
that would be very appropriate.

This is written by Spock himself,

and it's a memoir
of the challenges that he faced

when he was one of the first
Vulcan cadets in Starfleet.

"Exhilaration enhances
the absorption of knowledge."

In other words, live a little.

I will cherish it.

Thank you for the book, Admiral.

Better get moving, Cadet.
We ship out in ten.

Commander Musiker,

please report to the Excelsior
for departure.

Same ship?

Keeping him under your wing, eh?

That boy's absolute candor
can get his ass kicked,

so I'm protective of him.

Frankly, I find it very pleasing.

All officers and cadets
to their ship for departure.

Mmm. They're playing my song.

Safe journeys.

Admiral.

Commander.

Lieutenant Urtern, what am I looking at?

Spatial anomaly, Captain.
Minor tachyon levels but nothing critical.

For the moment, it appears stable.

The fabric of space-time rending
does not really shout "stability."

Captain Rios, we're being hailed.

On-screen.

What are you doing here?

I was about to ask the same.

What the hell did you do to my ship?

Correction: my ship.

Look after her, I said.

Instead, I used her
to take care of others,

which in my line of work
can occasionally be violent.

Besides, a few dents look good on her.

Hi, Seven!

Lieutenant Sing?

Signal is originating
inside the anomaly, Captain.

A message of some kind?

Running it through
the universal translator.

Coming back inconclusive, sir.

- A peculiar way of saying hello.
- Let me deal with this.

Oh, sorry. Captain, may I?

Captain?

Lieutenant, trust me.
You'll find it much easier to just defer.

Displaying the signal as a wave form.
Scattered, chaotic.

Analyzing.

Not language. Languages, plural.

Dozens of them. All overlaid.

All asking...

No, pleading...

Agnes, what does it say?

It says, "Help us."

"Help us, Picard."

Help us, Picard.

♪ This road is paved
With good intention ♪

♪ There's something 'bout me
I forgot to mention ♪

I'm gonna need some tea.

Earl Grey.

Piping hot.

Perhaps something stronger.

Captain Picard.

- Admiral.
- Oh.

Excuse me. Admiral.

But you'll always be captain to me.

Hello, Guinan.

- So good to see you.
- And you.

Mmm. Um...

this is for your, uh, private reserve.

Oh.

With you pushing a century
and me pushing several, I...

I don't really think at our age
we should be reserving anything.

Well, El-Aurians age so very slowly.

Yes, but only if we choose to.

Now, I notice that humans don't like
to be reminded of their mortality,

so I... I try to keep up.

Well, thank you.

I don't think you're here
to reminisce about the old days.

Seems like the new ones
are what's troubling you now.

What's wrong?

I can't just miss a dear old friend?

You can, but I've held your hand

while you've navigated
Federation diplomacy disasters.

I've seen you face down
some new galactic threat.

We have jumped universes together.

I gotta say, I don't remember
ever seeing you look quite like...

Oh. Oh.

I am gonna take that back.

I have seen you look like this,
and it's serious.

So this, as lovely as it is,
is not gonna cut it.

So top shelf or hooch?

Hooch, I think.

Saurian brandy it is.

Come.

It's not as if I haven't loved before.

I have.

Sometimes, quite deeply.

Yes, but always with those
who would only be temporary.

No, that's not entirely true.

So that you'd never have to fear
any of them taking root.

You think I'm the fearful sort?

Oh, no.

I think you've done a great
many, many brave things.

Of a kind.

It's too late.

That particular ship has sailed.

I watched it go.

Jean-Luc, you're being ridiculous.

- Excuse me?
- Yeah.

It's not too late.

The problem isn't time, it's you.

You always talk about love
as if you ever took it seriously.

And you know the only things
you've ever put out there to break

were your bones.

And the only thing you ever
risked losing was your life.

That's not an insignificant loss.

There are worse things than being dead.

You know that better than anybody.

You've been on your own for,
what, nearly a century?

Why? What's holding you back?

Okay. Why did you decide to go
to the stars in the first place?

We've discussed this so many times.

To explore, to meet new civilizations...

Jean-Luc, since I've known you,
the only place

you have ever been afraid to explore,

be it flesh and blood
or an artificial, synthetic, is in here.

And what happened in there
that you and I have never talked about?

You know what?

I understand.

I think your answers are not in the stars,
and they never have been.

Also, I suggest that we drink.

Because I think there's one
final frontier yet to come.

Sorry to drop in on you like this,
Jean-Luc, but it's a sensitive matter.

What is it, Sally?

Please, make yourself comfortable.

We have encountered
something unique in space.

We'd like to get your eyes on it
in person.

With all due respects, Admiral,

there must be dozens
of better-qualified people than myself.

Its event horizon caused a massive spike
in Adler-Lasky temporal radiation.

And then, it began...

well, to broadcast.

This is how it begins.

Help us, Picard.

Help us, Picard.

Help us, Picard.

You said, "how it began."

The balance of the message
is the entirety of Article 15.

Article 15?

An entreaty to join the Federation?

An unknown entity that can open and close
a hole in space-time

wants to join the Federation

and, apparently,
will only talk to you about it.

Jean-Luc?

Well, this is an unexpected encounter.

Indeed. Doctor Jurati's here as well.

Ah.

It's Admiral Picard.

Your reputation precedes you.

Well, the Stargazer
was my first command.

Uh, not this Stargazer of course,

but... being here...

it feels like my life
has come full circle.

She is quite a ship.

You don't agree?

The Stargazer
is the first of a new class of ship.

It utilizes components derived
from research on the Borg Cube Artifact.

Yes, of course. That's right.

There are still many in Starfleet
who fear the Borg,

and I sense that my presence

is increasing historic tensions
and paranoia.

Admiral on the bridge.

Chris.

It's so good to see you.

You too.

Welcome to the Stargazer.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, please, as you were.

Well...

this is certainly sleeker
than my Stargazer.

The older these refits get,
the younger they look, unlike myself.

Well, mister, I think you look
absolutely positronic.

Agnes, I'm delighted to see you.

Circumstances notwithstanding.

- Status?
- Tactical, enhance.

Well, let's see if they have anything else
to say to me personally.

- Uh, if I may, Captain?
- Knock yourself out.

Uh, lieutenant, all hailing frequencies.

This is Admiral Jean-Luc Picard
responding to your request.

I repeat, this is Admiral Jean-Luc...

Picard.

Picard.

Energy spiking across the board.

- Something's coming through.
- I can see that.

Red alert!

Helm, back off. Give us some distance.

Seven.

Yes, Admiral.

That ship is Borg.

Stargazer,
this is Commander Musiker.

Excelsior is standing by,
ready to assist.

Good to know you're there, Raff.

Well, Admiral... right now
we're the tip of the spear.

You're the ranking officer
and the devil is calling your name.

I'm fairly certain
that if we don't act, they will.

So, what do we do?

I don't know.

That, out there,

could be the very point
at which history turns.

Picard, the Borg consume, they assimilate.

They don't ask to be assimilated.

Doctor Jurati?

I think caution is warranted.

B-But everything about this is unique.

The Borg we know
have been effectively decimated,

functionally hobbled.

So wouldn't it stand to reason
that they changed tactics?

Absolutely.

Victory through whatever means necessary
and in the absence of strength, deception.

But we could be putting a bullet
into the greatest ally

the Federation may ever know.

Precisely.

I don't believe what I'm hearing.

The Borg have wiped out entire races,

killed tens of millions,
including my parents.

- Subjugated exponentially more.
- Yes, I understa...

I know this sounds cold,
but just hear me out.

If I'm wrong, we destroy a Borg ship,

but if I'm right and we do nothing,

then today is the beginning
of the end of the Federation.

Captain Rios, to the bridge.

Sir, they're hailing us.

Let's hear it.

There is no more time.

We will begin negotiation
with Picard alone.

And how to do you propose to do that?

We will send an emissary.

We will offer our queen.

There is no way in hell
I'm letting them on board this ship.

Broadcast fleet-wide.

- Shields up!
- Aye, Captain.

Sir, we have an incoming transport signal.

Signal scans indicate a single life-form.

Organic synthetic components
consistent with the Borg.

Captain, do we fire?

Not yet. They can't transport
through our shields.

The Queen is actually coming.

Rios, don't wait until it's too late.
Fire.

Open a channel.

Channel open, Captain.

Borg vessel, cease transport attempt
or you will be fired upon.

Sir, her transport signal's
penetrating our shields.

- What deck?
- Here, sir. The bridge.

Hand phasers at the ready!

- Moshe, do not engage prematurely.
- Yes, sir.

Security team, to the bridge.

All security teams,
report to the bridge immediately.

That's new.

We wish for peace.

But first, we require...

What?

What do you require?

Power.

Cease fire!

Stop firing!

The Queen is stunning them,
not killing them.

Stop firing!

Isolinear fragmentation detected.

Command node corruption.

Bridge controls redirecting.

Bridge control transfer 20%.

Bridge control transfer 40%.

What's happening?

She's accessing
the Borg modifications in the ship!

She's gaining complete access.
Weapons, navigation, everything.

She's assimilating the ship.

Not just to our ship, the entire fleet.
She's using us as a hub.

She's getting the command codes
to all our ships.

Broadcast to the Fleet, all ships
open fire on the Borg vessel.

I can't. She's locked out comms.

She's assimilated 70...
No, 75% of the ship.

We're gonna get locked out.

Picard, we cannot give her an armada.
You know that.

80% assimilated.
She's getting faster!

You're out of time.

85%!

We're out of options!

Computer,
activate auto-destruct sequence.

Auto-destruct activated.

A waiting final command.

She's at 90%!

If it gets to 100,
we can't self-destruct.

Picard!

Authorization.

Picard zero-zero-zero-destruct-zero.

The emergency destruct system
is now activated.

Destruction in ten, nine...

Picard.

...eight, seven, six, five, four...

Look up.

...three, two, one.

Laris!

Sir, would you prefer your morning
beverage on the veranda?

The solar shields
are holding well this morning.

The sky is delightfully clear.

- Who the hell are you?
- Harvey, sir.

- Are you feeling all right?
- No, where's Laris?

Laris, a Romulan name,

in colloquial English,
translates roughly to "a new day."

Would you like me to check
the migrant rosters for such a name?

What is happening here?

An excellent question, Jean-Luc.

Mon capitaine.

How I've missed you.

No. No, no, no, no, no.

Oh, dear, you're a bit older
than I imagined.

Let me catch up.

There, now we're even.

Q.

Goddamn Q.

Do you recall what I said to you
when last we parted ways?

"The trial never ends."

What the hell are you doing here?

You've been talking a lot
about second chances.

Well, my friend, welcome to the very end

of the road not taken.