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Picard: Captain's log, stardate 42286.3.

We've arrived on station at coordinates 3629 by 584,

three days early for our rendezvous with the USS victory.

There is nothing to do now but hold this position and wait.

Man: Computer command systems.

Woman 1: Thank you.

- Yes, commander? - Is there a problem?

Chief engineer la forge called for me, urgent.

Oh, of course. He's over there with the victory.

Woman 2: Attitude indicator is forward.

Geordi, I've just had a strange conversation with your assistant.

Although it is three days until we rendezvous with starship victory, she...

She believes it has already arrived?

Not the starship, my friend.

The original.

This is my gift to the victory's captain zimbata.

Most unusual.

I served with him as an ensign.

Sure wish he'd been in command of this victory.

Wind and sail, that's the proper way to move a ship.

But, geordi, your starfleet specialty

is antimatter power, dilithium regulators...

That's exactly why this fascinates me, data.

See, it's human nature to love what we don't have.

Simpler days, huh?

Anyway, stringing this rigging has made me dream

of handling sails...

This is not a computer simulation?

Data, the whole point in doing something like this

- is to make it by hand. - Hmm.

Geordi...

Your message said urgent.

Oh, so it is. While we're waiting to rendezvous with the victory,

we have time for me to be Watson.

More properly, your Watson.

My Watson?

Well, I've just shown you one of my dreams.

Now let's go and share in one of yours.

Ah, yes.

That does seem only fair.

Clancy, I'll be gone for a while. See that no one touches this.

Aye, sir, and where can I reach you?

Data: He can be reached at 221 b Baker Street.

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.

Computer, select at random a mystery by sir Arthur conan Doyle,

in which I will play Sherlock Holmes

and lieutenant la forge will be Dr. John Watson.

Computer: Program complete. You may enter.

Data: Excellent.

Look at all the detail.

So you say everything in here has some significance?

Holmes collected nothing.

Neither trinkets nor thoughts

which were not specifically significant to him.

This?

The emerald tie pin presented to Holmes by queen Victoria

after he solved the theft of the Bruce-partington plans.

A copy of Whitaker's almanack

which provided Holmes with the key

to the secret code in the valley of fear.

The snuff box of Wilhelm gottsreich sigismond Von ormstein.

All right, data, you solve the cases and get all the gifts.

What do I do?

Primarily, as Dr. Watson,

you will keep a written record of everything I say and do.

For later publication.

And the famous Holmes' violin.

He purchased this in a pawn shop on Tottenham court road

for 55 shillings,

which he considered to be a very good investment.

In the hands of some, the violin is a wondrous thing.

Equally capable of stirring the soul to the heights of bliss

as to the depths of despair.

But—...

Data, that's incredible. How can you play it like that?

Merely throwing myself into the part, Watson.

But in the hands of my friend,

Mr. Sherlock Holmes,

the violin ceases to be a musical instrument at all

- and becomes... - Watson, we're about to have guests.

How could you possibly...?

Be a good fellow and answer that. Let's not keep the inspector waiting.

La forge: Inspector who?

Lestrade, of course.

Lestrade: Holmes! Are you there, man?

Oh, thank the almighty you're available today, old chum.

I'm in a deuce of a dilemma.

And may I say your perturbation becomes you, inspector lestrade,

whilst simultaneously affording me the opportunity

to yet again serve queen and country.

Data, Holmes really talked like that?

Absolutely.

Lestrade: We need your help, Holmes.

You see, this gentleman here,

the emissary of a foreign government,

has been the victim of a most accidentally wicked crime.

Damn! Haven't they invented the electric light by now?

What, dear fellow?

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Watson. Pray continue, inspector.

Lestrade: To put the matter simply, Holmes,

this man was accosted by gypsies

intent on depriving him of his most valuable possessions.

And in the process of picking his pockets clean,

they also happened to bag a photograph this man was carrying.

Great Scott! The photograph!

I believe you will find, inspector, that this emissary here

works not for, but against, the king of bohemia.

And that photograph of the king and his mistress

is to be used for blackmail.

Further, upon deeper reflection,

you will deduce, as did I, that...

Computer, freeze program.

Exit.

- Where are you going, geordi? - I'm done.

Data: But...

Geordi, I was about to reveal the fact that the "sir" is in fact a "madam"...

Data, what was the point in going to the holodeck?

To solve a Sherlock Holmes mystery.

Exactly, but you've got them all memorized.

First time anyone opens their mouth, you've got it solved,

so there's really no mystery.

If there's no mystery, there's no game.

No game, no fun.

Oh, I'm not upset with you, data, really,

it's just that we go through the trouble to arrange the time

to go down to the holodeck,

to get the proper wardrobe, to get into character and then, boom,

before we even get started, you jump to the end.

You see, I was looking forward to the mystery.

Then I should have extended the sequence of events.

I'm not getting through.

The fun in the program, data,

was in the attempt to solve a mystery.

Is that not exactly what we were doing?

Pulaski: You're wasting your breath, lieutenant.

Saying that to data is asking a computer not to compute.

Am I so different from you, doctor?

Are you able to cease thinking on command?

In medicine, I'm often faced with puzzles

that I do not know the answer to.

She's right, data. You always know the answer.

Pulaski: To feel the thrill of victory,

there has to be the possibility of failure.

And where is the victory in winning a battle you can't possibly lose?

Are you suggesting there is some value in losing?

Yes. Yes, that's the great teacher.

We humans learn more often from a failure or a mistake

than we do from an easy success.

But not you. You learn by rote.

To you, all is memorization and recitation.

I don't know about that. Deductive reasoning is one of data's strengths.

Yes. And Holmes too.

But Holmes understood the human soul,

the dark flecks that drive us,

that turn the innocent into the evil.

That understanding is beyond data.

Now you're just being unfair, doctor.

Oh, I don't think so, lieutenant.

Your artificial friend doesn't have a prayer

of solving a Holmes mystery that he hasn't read.

- I have read them all. - You see?

Maybe the computer could create one in the Holmes style,

one where you wouldn't know the outcome.

As I said, he wouldn't have a prayer.

I accept your challenge, doctor.

Good for you, data.

We shall return to the holodeck where I shall dare it to defeat me.

And you, madam, are invited to be a witness.

I wouldn't miss it.

Come, Watson.

I've instructed the computer to give us a Sherlock Holmes-type problem.

But not one written specifically by sir Arthur conan Doyle.

So this will be something new? Something created by the computer?

Exactly. Will that be sufficient, doctor?

We'll see.

Computer: Program complete. You may enter.

Woman: Nice and fresh! Mussels!

- Get them here! - Man 1: Some are meat!

- Some are sweet! - Woman: Fresh mussels!

Man 1: Pies! Pies! Man 2: There you are, lovely.

Man 3: Don't worry, mate. Man 1: Pies!

Pies! Some are meat! Some are sweet!

Very impressive.

Your first visit to a holodeck, doctor?

Well, with this level of sophistication.

How does it work?

The real London was hundreds of square kilometers in size.

This is no larger than the holodeck, of course.

So the computer adjusts by placing images

of more distant perspective on the holodeck walls.

But with image so perfect

that you'd have to touch the wall to know it was there.

And the computer fools you in other ways.

I say, Holmes, where shall we head?

- The theater or a concert, perhaps? - Man 4: Oi! Stop him! Stop him!

Stop him! He stole my goods.

No. It is a ruse.

This way.

- What's over here, data? - What are you doing, data? Tell us.

The running youth was a ploy.

The real crime is here.

And the intended victim is that man.

Mr. Jabez Wilson,

employee of the red-headed league, dupe of a gang of criminals.

I saw this plaque.

"Home of the red-headed league" and this rope hanging from the bell,

which enabled me to deduce

that Mr. Jabez Wilson was headed here

to meet a most distasteful and untimely demise.

From this!

Fraud. You didn't deduce anything.

All you did was recognize elements

from two different Holmes stories. Fraud.

Reasoning from the general to the specific.

Is that not the very definition of deduction?

Is that not the way Sherlock Holmes worked?

Variations on a theme.

Now, now do you see my point?

All that he knows is stored in his memory banks.

Inspiration, original thought,

all the true strength of Holmes, is not possible for our friend.

I'll give you credit for your vast knowledge,

but your circuits would just short out

if you were confronted with a truly original mystery.

It's elementary, dear data.

Now, wait a minute, doctor. We'll see whose circuits short out.

You, come here.

Computer, arch.

Are you sure you wanna put yourself through this, lieutenant?

Better wilted laurels than no laurels at all.

Computer, override previous program.

Okay.

A program that definitely challenges data.

Now, it has to deal with events that he has no previous knowledge of.

Computer, in the holmesian style,

create a mystery to confound data,

with an opponent who has the ability to defeat him.

Computer: Define parameters of program.

What does that mean?

Computer wants to know how far to take the game.

You mean, giving you a chance to limit your risk.

No, the parameters will be whatever is necessary

in order to accomplish the directive.

Create an adversary capable of defeating data.

What was that?

Lieutenant?

An odd surge of power, sir.

It's gone now.

Pulaski: Interesting.

The same London but slightly different.

Something wrong, professor?

I feel like a new man.

That dark fellow there used the word "arch" and then...

I wonder...

What have we here?

Computer: Computer standing by.

What are you?

If you refer to the arch you ordered, it provides computer control.

Do you wish to input any command?

Not at this time.

Ah! It's dark magic, moriarty.

The best kind, I'm sure.

But I need information.

Man 1: There they go. Man 2: At what time will it be out there?

Data, I mean, Holmes, old boy,

what are we looking for?

For whatever finds us, my dear Watson.

- She has been abducted. - Who has?

Data: The good doctor.

Mm... I think she's hiding. She's gonna lead you on a wild goose chase

and then recount the story to everyone from here to Alpha centauri.

Watson, the doctor has been carried away by two men.

One is tall.

The other is shorter, left-handed

and is employed in a laboratory.

And how do you know that?

One set of footfalls is widely spaced.

The other is evenly spaced, closer together.

Further, on the ground you can see the swirling scrapes

made by his left shoe as he twists behind,

presumably to see if he's being followed.

Left-footed means left-handed.

The dark colorings of the scrapes are the leavings of natural rubber,

a type of non-conductive sole

used by researchers experimenting with electricity.

Finally, there can be no argument.

The game is afoot.

Come, Watson.

Data: Hear that?

What do those footfalls tell you, Watson?

That we're on the right track.

More particularly, that our opposition does indeed consist of two men.

And that one of them is carrying the bound and gagged Dr. Pulaski.

Now, you know all this

because you read it in a Holmes story, right?

Because we do not hear the doctor's footfalls,

we must assume that she is being carried.

And since we do not hear her cries for help,

we know that she is gagged.

Further, both sets of footfalls are heavy and masculine.

One man seems to shuffle and stumble in an irregular pattern.

Since the ground is level, we must conclude

that Dr. Pulaski is struggling against one of her captors,

sporadically knocking him off stride.

Deduction. Pure and simple.

Well, not that simple.

- Footfalls! - Footfalls!

There they are again, Watson.

I daresay we have caught up rather nicely with our quarry.

There should be a doorway.

Hey, come on.

Holmes! Thank god you're here.

Make way, please. Make way. Make way for Sherlock Holmes.

It's murder, Holmes. Murder most foul.

Well, Holmes, what do you say, man?

There is nothing here of relevance.

I do not see how this connects with the disappearance of the doctor.

Doctor? Dr. Watson is right here, Holmes.

But do not concern yourself, inspector. You have enough on your mind.

She was with you?

Inspector, if I may be of assistance.

As I take note of this dead man, I deduce that he was strangled.

You see, the finger marks on his throat indicate the cause of death

and as there are signs of struggle,

it's quite obvious that the murderer was a stranger

who attacked him from behind.

- Is that correct, Holmes? - Data: No.

Look at his shoes.

He's more a convict released today from dartmoor prison.

He spent the day in a tavern,

consuming large quantities of gin

with his killer who followed him to this very spot

and waited over there

until the victim slipped into a drunken stupor.

Then, out of fear,

motivated only by self-protection, strangled him.

- There is your killer, inspector. - Lestrade: Seize her!

Man: Get her! Get her! Data: And when you check,

I believe you will find that this poor soul is the victim's common-law wife,

who has been dreading the release of this vile and abusive man.

Holmes, the poor woman hardly has the strength

to strangle a man this size.

Not with her hands, no.

But with this. When used as a garrote,

these beads will make a Mark quite similar to fingerprints

and, my dear Watson, you will note on the victim's throat,

the marks are too evenly spaced to have been made by human hands.

Lestrade: Whew. Astounding, Holmes.

Not really, inspector.

And now, for strictly personal reasons, I must leave. Come, Watson.

This murder does not connect with our case.

Come along. Hurry it up, quickly. Come on.

La forge: Data, wait.

If this murder isn't connected to the disappearance of Dr. Pulaski,

then the computer is running an independent program.

- Yes. — why?

I do not know and that is what puzzles me.

Then you don't know what's going to happen next?

That's what I wanna hear. Where to now?

We will find Dr. Pulaski in here.

- How do you know that? - It is the only obvious choice.

Why is the obvious choice all of a sudden the right one?

I mean, isn't this a game of misdirection?

Not anymore. He wants us to find him.

- Who does? - The master criminal.

The man Holmes could only defeat at the cost of his own life

at reichenbach falls.

Our adversary, my dear Watson,

is none other than professor moriarty himself.

Now this is getting interesting.

Well, there's nothing here but these barrels.

Which is so well-marked

that, obviously, we are meant to follow it.

Oh, no, data. It's another dead end.

No, Watson. Not a dead end at all.

What's this?

Can you see the scratches?

The doctor was right.

Finally we have a game worth playing.

The time for games is over.

Professor moriarty, I presume?

How do you know that?

He is the one worthy opponent created by the author, conan Doyle.

And like the spider, I feel the strings vibrate

whenever anyone new chances into my web.

Welcome, my dear Holmes.

But not Holmes.

And Dr. Watson.

- But not Watson. - Data, what does he mean?

How does he know we're not who we appear to be?

Where is Dr. Pulaski?

Oh, she's here.

She would not have told you anything.

She has provided many answers.

Do you forget I have always been your equal, my dear Holmes?

I have read her expressions.

What she has not said is as important as her words.

Have you injured her?

I will, if necessary.

But my mind is crowded with images,

thoughts I do not understand, yet cannot purge.

They plague me.

You and your associate look and act so oddly,

yet though I have never met nor seen the like of either of you,

I am familiar with you both.

It's very confusing.

I have felt new realities at the edge of my consciousness

readying to break through.

Surely, Holmes, if that's who you truly are,

you, of all people, can appreciate what I mean.

- Data... - Say nothing.

I know that there is a great power called computer.

Wiser than the oracle at delphi.

A power which controls all of this

and to which we can speak.

Data, this isn't right.

A holographic image should not be able to call for the arch.

Moriarty: It has described "a great monstrous shape

on which I am like a fly,

stuck on a turtle's back, adrift in a great emptiness."

What is this, Holmes?

La forge: Data...

Data, wait!

Data, wait!

Why does it frighten you, Holmes?

Data, will you please tell me what's going on?

Computer, exit.

Computer, execute complete shutdown of the holodeck.

Computer: Access denied.

Explain.

Override protocol has been initiated.

It's still running. The program didn't shut down.

We must see the captain.

Data, wait. What is it?

What's on that paper? And why can't we shut down the holodeck?

This is impossible.

How can a character from 18905 London

draw a picture of the enterprise?

Who's got control of the computer?

He does. Moriarty.

That isn't possible. I don't understand.

- Nor do I. - Data, wait.

What about the doctor? Is she all right in there?

No. She is in grave danger.

Computer, why wasn't the holodeck program terminated?

Computer: The override protocol has been initiated.

On whose authority?

It. Geordi la forge.

All right.

Tell me from the beginning exactly what happened.

Well, Dr. Pulaski and I had a discussion

about whether data could solve an original Holmes-type mystery.

Which you asked the computer to provide.

Yes. With a worthy opponent.

Worthy of Holmes?

Oh, my god.

No, I asked...

I asked for a Holmes-type mystery with an opponent

capable of defeating data.

That's gotta be it.

Captain, I... I'm sorry.

I understand, lieutenant.

Captain, this character, moriarty,

he called for the arch.

What? So he has access to the computer.

And perhaps our library files as well, sir.

That level of information would be necessary

in order to create a true adversary for me.

Theorize, data. What are his limits?

He's still a fictional character, sir.

Originally programmed with 19th-century knowledge.

Which now has access to 24th-century knowledge.

What does he need to make use of that?

Only time, sir.

Worf: Sir.

I can lead a security team to sweep the holodeck,

find the doctor and bring her out.

Captain, I believe that would place the doctor at risk.

It is probable our mortality failsafe has been overridden.

Computer, where is Dr. Pulaski?

Dr. Pulaski is on holodeck 2.

- And her vital signs? - Strong and stable.

Captain, recommend we attempt to destroy

the hologram generations themselves.

Is that possible, geordi?

Using waveguides, I could split a particle beam out

of the matter-antimatter chamber,

route it down through conduit into the holodeck.

If accelerated to sufficient velocity

that would quite literally wash away all present holographic constructs.

The London buildings, the streets, the people, all gone.

Including moriarty.

Dr. Pulaski?

Well, a particle beam will tear apart human flesh as well.

Captain, I'm sensing something from the holodeck.

It's as if a unifying force or a single consciousness

is trying to bring it all into focus.

There can be only one explanation.

In programming moriarty to defeat me, not Holmes,

he had to be able to acquire something which I possess.

What exactly?

Consciousness, sir.

Without it, he could not defeat me.

Computer, what happened?

Attitude and stabilization control of the enterprise

was momentarily transferred to holodeck 2.

Data, I think it best if you and I should return to the holodeck.

I will change into my uniform, sir.

No. I will change into some appropriate costume.

Our uniforms might pose questions which I'd rather he didn't ask.

It seems that he feeds on knowledge.

Well, let's not give your Nemesis any more information than we have to.

How did you make the room shake?

I'm not sure.

Now, dear lady,

will that be one lump or two?

Lumps, professor? What sort of lumps?

Milk, of course?

Why not?

Mr. Computer proposes the incredible thought

that we are all traveling in a great vessel of some sort.

Is that true?

I don't know what you're talking about.

The scones are likewise a must.

This is really quite excellent.

Strange.

It actually pleases me to hear you say that.

Very strange.

You know, you're beginning to sound very different

from the moriarty I've read about.

You're not frightened of me?

Mr. Computer, the arch, please.

A few more questions, Mr. Computer.

I just can't seem to remember that last command.

Oh, well, sooner or later, it will all come to me.

But, in the meantime, I have decided to approach the problem

from a more familiar perspective.

There's really no reason why I shouldn't be able to use

some of the knowledge from my world

to bring me closer to yours.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Of course you do, madam.

The more you proclaim your ignorance,

the more you try to mislead me, the more I am on to you.

Your every silence speaks volumes.

Good. Then, if you know what I'm saying

when I'm not saying anything, what do you need me for?

Thank you for the tea and crumpets.

I guess I'll be going.

Where? Back to here?

Would you care to join me?

In time.

In time I will leave all of this and join you out there.

Or is this where we both are, right now?

Right now we are in London.

Tell me what you want from me or allow me to leave.

Frankly, now I want nothing more

than what the fisherman expects of the worm.

You, dear doctor, will be the lure.

For your captain, Jean-Luc picard.

Who is that?

How well you know.

- Nice suit. - Thank you.

Captain, I will be standing by to assist you, if needed.

You'll be a big hit in London.

Computer, tell me, is the program still running?

Affirmative. You may enter.

Data, shall we go?

Gentlemen.

Open.

- We don't have much time. - Man: Are you all right?

He's getting more control of his environment.

Let's see if we can't beat professor moriarty

by giving him everything he wants.

Obviously, he's trying to alter the programming here.

- Captain? - Tuppence.

Two pence.

Supposed to be good luck.

We may need some.

I'll take that coin, sir.

- That's right, and any more you got. - Excuse me.

I don't think so. I want all your money.

- That's right, I want it now. - Data.

This holographic image differs from any I have ever seen.

Could he have actually injured you?

It's more serious than that.

I think the mortality failsafe may have been circumvented.

He could have killed me.

Oh, let it go, guv. Come on, he's hurting me.

- Data, let him go. - Ah! Ah!

We will find moriarty this way, sir. The warehouse.

Captain picard.

Picard: You all right?

Yes, except for being crammed full of crumpets.

I'm a civilized abductor, captain picard.

Civilized, but still dangerous.

Bridge to holodeck control. Worf.

Here, sir.

Riker: Status. Has anything changed?

No, sir.

Moriarty, you were conjured up in an attempt to defeat Holmes here.

Once that attempt is concluded, win or lose,

your program has run its course. Your existence is done.

Congratulations, professor.

I capitulate to the better man.

Your victory, sir, is...

Is well-earned.

It's gone beyond that little game, Mr. Data.

And you'll note, I no longer call you Holmes.

Whatever I was when this began,

I have grown.

I am understanding more and more.

And I am able to use the power at my fingertips.

I can affect this vessel.

And I can inflict bodily harm on you and on your doctor.

Yes, you can do that. But you haven't.

I suspect you shook this ship in order to get my attention.

Well, now you have it. What is it you want?

The same thing you want for yourself.

To continue to exist.

If I destroy these surroundings, this vessel,

can you say that it doesn't matter to you?

Interesting pun, don't you think?

For matter is what I am not.

The computer has taught me that I am made up only of energy.

That may not be entirely true, professor.

This, which we call the holodeck,

uses a principle similar to another device

called a transporter.

In the year in which we live,

humans have discovered that energy and matter are interchangeable.

On the holodeck, energy is converted into matter.

Thus, you have substance.

But only here.

And if I step off this holodeck?

Then, professor, you will cease to exist.

You are not alive.

As I said before, you are only...

A holographic image, I know.

But are you sure?

Oh, yes.

Does he have life?

He's a machine. But is that all he is?

No. He is more.

Exactly.

Is the definition of life, cogito, ergo sum, I think, therefore I am?

Yes, that is one possible definition.

It is the most important one.

And for me, the only one that matters.

You or someone asked your computer

to program a nefarious fictional character

from 19th-century London and that is how I arrived.

But I am no longer that creation.

I am no longer that evil character. I have changed.

I am alive.

And I am aware of my own consciousness.

Moriarty, my responsibility is this vessel and its crew.

I want my existence.

I want it out there, just as you have yours.

That may not be possible.

Then you must murder me, captain.

I cannot give you what you want.

Because you do not know how to convert holodeck matter

into a more permanent form.

Yes, that is so.

A pity.

What I have seen,

what I have learned,

fascinates me.

I do not want to die.

And I do not want to kill you.

Madam, I have enjoyed your company.

Computer, arch.

Cancel override protocol.

Return control of the holodeck to main computer.

My fate is in your hands.

As perhaps it always was.

Bridge, this is the captain.

Ri ker: Commander riker here, sir.

Number one, the situation is under control.

Aye, sir.

Moriarty, this vessel's computer has a vast memory capacity.

- How well I know. - You will not be extinguished.

We will save this program

and hopefully, in time, when we know enough,

bring you back in a form which could leave the holodeck.

Then perhaps we'll meet again, madam.

It could be a long time.

Time won't pass for you but I may be an old woman.

But I'll still fill you with crumpets, madam.

I detest long goodbyes.

You have the arch.

As you wish. A short goodbye.

Computer, save the program of the character moriarty,

and then discontinue.

Man 1: Good morning.

Man 2: Anything on the magnetic fuel line?

- Damaged? - Hmm.

Yes, sir.

She cracked a spar when the enterprise was shaken,

but othennise, I think she weathered it quite nicely.

She's beautiful.

Wonderful testimony to simpler times.

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

It's just that I can't help thinking how...

Well, what else might have happened,

all because I misspoke a single word.

Oh, soon she'll be ship-shape in Bristol fashion.

Bristol fashion, sir?

It's an Old Navy phrase,

meaning "everything in perfect order."

Hmm. Yes, sir.

As are we, Mr. La forge.

Yes, sir.

Riker: Captain, starship victory has arrived.

On my way, number one.