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Picard:
Captain's log, stardate 42859.2.

We 're in orbit around antede III,
awaiting the arrival of two dignitaries.

Our mission is to escort them
to a conference on planet pacifica,

where they will be given
the opportunity to join the federation.

I thought you might find this
interesting, Mr. Crusher.

Few humans have seen an antedean
in the flesh.

Welcome.

I'm Jean-Luc picard,
captain of the enterprise.

- Are they all right, sir?
- Yes.

This is their preferred way
of space travel.

Pulaski: Their physical condition
is good enough,

considering the circumstances.

It is a self-induced catatonic state.

Their way of dealing
with the trauma of space flight.

Will we try to revive them?

No, not until we reach the pacifica
conference three days from now.

Doctor, have you prepared
a sickbay facility

to accommodate our guests?

As soon as I can make
some adjustments.

Their physiology is unusual.

You can store them
for a few hours?

Sure. I'll have them kept here,
out of the way.

- Mr. Worf, provide security.
- Worf: Aye, sir.

What's in that container?

Vermicula. It's their food.

When they come out of stasis,
they'll be very hungry.

- They eat this?
- In great quantities.

What a handsome race.

So, what did you think
of the antedeans, Wesley?

They are rather strange-looking,
commander.

Judging a being
by its physical appearance

is the last major human prejudice,
Wesley.

The point is well-taken, Mr. Data.

I'm sure that to the antedeans
we are equally unattractive.

Captain, we're being hailed

by a small transport vessel
just coming into range.

Oh, my god.

What's the problem?

Troi: What's she doing here?

Wesley: On-screen, captain.

Starship enterprise, come in.

Picard:
We have you on viewer, pilot.

Enterprise, [have a passenger.

A vip passenger
who I'm ordered to take...

Oh, let me talk to them.
I'm sure I'm more articulate than that.

Captain, we are receiving
starfleet orders granting a lwaxana...

Lwaxana troi,
daughter of the fifth house,

holder of the sacred chalice of rixx,
heir to the holy rings of betazed.

Full ambassadorial status, sir.

It looks like it's back
into that dress uniform, sir.

And yours as well, commander.

She is listed as representing
the betazed government

at the conference.

Mother, please, don't do this to me.

Lwaxana:
Do what to you, little one?

Oh, Jean-Luc,
what naughty thoughts.

But how wonderful
you still think of me like that.

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.

It's so like my mother
to do the unexpected.

Oh, it will be pleasant to have her
as a guest of the enterprise again.

Energize.

Lwaxana:
Legs! Where are the legs?

Where they belong, mother.
Right under you.

Oh, I hate that.

I will never completely trust
this device, Jean-Luc.

Captain picard, mother.

[Gasps]

Explain to her.

Riker: I'm sorry they startled you,
Mrs. Troi. They're antedean delegates.

They're being stored here
temporarily.

Delegates?

Last time I saw something like that,
it was being served on a plate.

Oh, darling.

Well, well, well.

And you, Jean-Luc, I wasn't aware
you had such handsome legs.

My valet is waiting.
You may beam him aboard now.

You remember Mr. Homn, of course.

It would be hard to forget Mr. Homn.

I retained his services despite
the outlandishly lustful thoughts

he spews in my direction.

You can put that down, homn.

We can't deny the captain the honor
of carrying my belongings.

I will not interfere
with Mr. Homn's duties this time.

Oh, now that's not
what you're really thinking, Jean-Luc.

You forget I'm a telepath.

Mrs. Troi, since this is obviously
significant to you,

I'll carry it.

[Grunts]

Just down this corridor.

Lwaxana: He has nice legs too,
little one. Is he still yours?

Troi: Humans no longer own
each other that way, mother.

Really?

That's a custom
we may have to introduce again.

Thank you.

Glad to help.

Well, I trust
you will be comfortable here.

- If you will excuse me.
- Lwaxana: Uh...

I am serving a betazoid dinner
of greeting tonight, captain.

It is an ambassadorial function.

It sounds delightful.

He's a fine man.

Solid. Reliable.

He's a little bit on the stuffy side
but, all in all, he's not that bad.

I can't believe you, mother.

You sound like
you're sizing up a commodity.

But that's exactly what men are,
darling, especially human men.

Was your father ever unhappy
with me?

No. He worshiped you.

But I don't think I'll ever learn
to see men the way you do.

You will as you mature, darling.

And the men in your life
are going to bless you for it.

You're so beautiful.

Then she actually complimented
captain picard on his legs?

I would have thought a telepath
would be more discreet, sir.

Riker: Exactly the opposite.
She knows what's on your mind,

and she lets you know
what's on hers.

[Laughing]

Picard: Gentlemen.

I think we must not lose sight
of the fact

that we are talking about someone

who has been granted
ambassadorial rank.

Even though she may appear
somewhat eccentric,

lwaxana troi must be treated
with the appropriate respect.

Is that understood?

Picard to pulaski.

Pulaski [over intercom]:
Yes, captain.

When did you last look in
on the antedean guests?

Doing so right now, captain.

Are they still catatonic?

Status of the beings is unchanged.

Pulse still steady.

Respiration, normal for them.

Understood. Keep me informed.
Picard out.

I'll be in my quarters.

It will be a dress-uniform dinner,
gentlemen.

To which dinner
was the captain referring, sir?

Nothing I've been invited to.
Any of you?

Very interesting.

Picard: Doctor?

You're not attending the dinner
with the rest of us this evening?

Well, I've already eaten
but, thanks, captain.

[Sighs]

I seem to be a little early.

I'm sure the others will be here soon.

The other officers?
Commander riker, counselor troi?

Hello, Jean-Luc.

So glad you could come.

A toast, to earth men,
who, despite their many faults,

have that unique ability
to charm women of all races

in all corners of the galaxy.

Speaking on behalf of men of earth,

which is indeed an awesome
responsibility, I thank you.

I know what you're thinking, captain.

You do?

You're wondering whether I'm seeing
any other men on a serious basis.

Well, actually, I wasn't...

I wouldn't worry about it, Jean-Luc.

Competition seems to bring out
the best in the human male.

The fact is, I, um...

I was not expecting this setting.

I had assumed that my senior
bridge officers would be attending.

You never assume anything
where lwaxana troi is concerned.

Betazoid women
are full of surprises.

Oh, strange.

I'm not really very hungry tonight.

I wonder
what's made me lose my appetite.

Any ideas?

[Gong chimes]

Of course.
You're giving thanks for your food.

I had forgotten about that.

I wonder how many other cultures
have similar customs.

I don't know.

Well, let's find out.

Commander data?

Data [over intercom]:
Yes, captain?

Mrs. Troi and I are having
a very interesting discussion

about various societies' ways
of giving thanks.

The betazoids' use of the chime,
for instance.

Data: The use of the chime is
quite unique but not at all dissimilar

to the oolans of marejaretus vi,
who use two large stones

which are continuously struck together
during the meal.

Those at the dinner must eat
until the stones are broken.

Or the oligarch y at atifs iv
which requires a...

Data, this is fascinating.
Don't you agree, Mrs. Troi?

Commander, if your duties permit,
why don't you join us for dessert?

I'm sure that Mrs. Troi
would much appreciate

- the pleasure of your company.
- What?

Indeed, sir. I'm on my way. Data out.

How could you possibly think

I would wanna share
our special time together

with that robot of yours?

Because of data's
wonderful after-dinner conversation.

His anecdotes are the stuff of legends
aboard this ship.

So by using the square root of pi,

and multiplying it by nine
to the third power,

I was able
to accurately calculate the distance

between the omicron system
and the crab nebula.

Oh. Ah.

Fascinating, data.
Absolutely fascinating.

I'm sure Mrs. Troi would love
to hear the one

about the anomalous chemical
composition of, um, brown dwarf stars.

- Not really.
- Yes, captain.

That is a particularly
spellbinding subject.

In most stars,
the rare earth element europium

is enriched relative
to samarium and gadolinium.

- That so?
- It is. However...

Your mother seems
quite an interesting woman, Deanna.

Hm. Perhaps I should
tell you something

about my mother's condition
at this time.

Condition at this time?

It's something that occurs
to betazed females

as they enter mid-life.

Mid-life
as in a human female's menopause?

Similar. It's only at mid-life
that a betazoid female becomes,

well, fully sexual,
if you know what I mean.

Yes, I think I do.

I also think that I saw the captain
on his way to her quarters.

I wonder if I shouldn't warn him?

No. As ship's doctor,
I'd consider it an excellent exercise

for his reflexes and agility.

Doctor.

For staying ahead of your mother.

An animal is always at its best
when hunted.

Or when hunting.

And at this point,
the second co-orbital satellite

avoids a collision with the first.

Lwaxana: Deanna, darling,
thank the four deities you're here.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

No. I must, as a matter of fact,
be getting back to the bridge.

Captain, perhaps I should remain
and further entertain our guest.

No. I mean, I'm sure you're needed
on the bridge as well.

Well, thank you for a delicious meal.

We must do this again sometime.

I know we will.

Well, little one,

the captain is every bit as charming
as your father was.

[Gong chiming]

[Picard sighs]

Data, you will never know
how much I owe you for that.

Indeed, captain?

I know many more
interesting anecdotes, sir.

- For example...
- Data.

- Sir?
- Later.

Yes, sir.

Why would you come aboard
at a time like this?

Why, I had no choice. I was going
to pacifica, you were going to pacifica.

Don't be absurd, mother.
You knew what would happen.

What stage is it in?

Oh, I have it completely
under control.

What stage is it in?

Well, far enough along
for me to enjoy it, little one.

Now I know
why you wore that dress.

Wha...? Don't be ridiculous.
This simple little dress?

Nothing provocative about it.

What are we going to do?

Well, I'm going to do the only
honorable thing there is to do.

And I'd say
your captain has the inside track.

Mother, don't even think it.

Why not? He was thinking about it
all through dinner.

[Sighs]

I was what?

I tell you, Deanna,

for a telepath, your mother's accuracy
leaves much to be desired.

Actually, her telepathic prowess
is quite advanced.

- Except for now.
- Except for now?

Don't misunderstand me,
counselor.

Your mother is a beautiful person.

Troi: My mother is beginning
a physiological phase.

It's one that all betazoid women
must deal with as they enter mid-life.

Riker: Yes, it's something
troi warned me about

when we first started
to see each other.

A betazoid woman,
when she goes through this phase,

quadruples her sex drive.

- Or more.
- Or more?

- You never told me that.
- I didn't want to frighten you.

She has opted for the only
dignified option open to her.

Isolation.

She has decided to focus
all her sexual energy on one male,

who will, of course,
eventually become her husband.

It seems, captain,
that you are the early favorite.

Congratulations, sir.

I'm not amused, number one.

There must be some way
to convince her

that it's quite impossible,

without offending her.

You cannot apply human-style logic
to this, captain.

A betazoid woman in the phase
would be shocked and deeply resentful

should you spurn
any such advances.

She would take it personally.

Well, under the circumstances,

I think it would be prudent

if I were to make myself
less available

for the duration of the journey.

Agreed.

Picard: Setting, San Francisco,
California, United States of America.

The year, 1941 ad.

The office of Dixon hill,
private investigator.

Computer: Program complete.
You may enter when ready.

Hi, dix.

Madeline.

Good to see you again.

You're too much, dix.

You make it sound like
you ain't seen me in a year.

[Madeline giggles]

You got two calls.
They're on your desk.

- New cases?
- Are you kidding?

The last time we had a new case,
Hitler and Stalin were bosom buddies.

The landlord came by.

He wants the geetus
or he wants you out.

- The geetus?
- The moola, dix, the rent.

And since we're on the subject, it's
been a month since I've seen anything.

I know it's been tough
since you got out of the hospital,

but I got responsibilities.

Then I suppose
I had better get a case.

It wouldn't hurt.

["Let's get away from it all"
playing on radio]

Unavailable? Ship's business?

You mean ship's business
takes precedence over me?

- I'm afraid so, mother.
- Oh.

Well, he was too old for me anyway.

Homn.

Perhaps we should consider
my alternate plan.

Troi: Alternate plan?

Oh, you worry too much, little one.

Your mother has the situation
well in hand.

["Let's get away from it all"
continues playing]

There's a gentleman here
to see you, Mr. Hill.

And he doesn't look like a client.

Hill, the name is Slade bender.

Excuse me.

[Music stops]

What can I do for you, Mr. Bender?

It's about alva.

You'll have to be
a little more precise.

Okay, you wanna play stupid.
That's Jake with me.

A week ago a man came in here.

He wanted you to find his girlfriend,
name's alva?

Did I find her?

You know,
you're getting on my nerves.

You found her, all right,
facedown in the river.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Yeah.
Yeah, we're all broken up about it.

Especially the boyfriend,
who's been indicted for murder.

And what are you here to do?
Ask for a refund?

No, I'm here to kill you.

Picard:
Computer, freeze program!

[Computer beeping]

Computer,
this isn't what I wanted at all.

It's much too violent.
I'm here to relax, not to dodge bullets.

Reconfigure.

Computer [over speaker]:
Please define.

Um... more ambience.
Less substance.

Do you wish to leave the holodeck
and re-enter

or continue from this point?

No. I will continue.

Program complete.
You may continue.

Madeline: There's a gentleman here
to see you, Mr. Hill.

Thank you, Madeline.

You a private dick?

That's what it says on my door.

Is that supposed to be funny?

Because if it is,

you gotta know
that I ain't in the mood for funny.

Now, I came here
on serious business.

There's a job I want you to do
for me.

Computer, freeze program.

[Computer beeping]

Clear.

Computer, this still isn't right.

One kind of violence
is being substituted for another.

Reconfigure.

- Computer: You may continue.
- Thank you.

You're through ducking me, hill!

Computer, freeze program!

[Computer beeping]

Variations on a theme.

Computer, perhaps I am not clearly
defining my intent.

Computer: The flexibility of the
program is limited to the parameters

of the Dixon hill novels.

Of course.

Even in this state,
they possess a certain dignity,

a graceful countenance.

If you say so, lieutenant.

I see.

Is this how you felt
when you first saw me?

Well,

maybe at first, a little.

But now
that I've seen more klingons,

I've come to think you're handsome
for a klingon.

That didn't quite come out
the way I meant, sir.

[Lwaxana gasps]

Lwaxana:
I still say they look better in sauce.

When will the good captain
revive them?

- Not until we reach pacifica, ma'am.
- Oh.

You seem a fine boy.

One day you'll grow up
to be a big, strong man,

but I'm afraid I cannot afford
to wait for you to mature.

Now that's more like it.

Your thoughts,
they're primal, savage.

I like that in a man.

I am not a man.

Oh, which is in your favor,

men so often being irrational
and egotistical.

But, unfortunately, I've grown
accustomed to human companionship.

Pity.

You'd have made a fine choice.

Well, who is next, Mr. Homn?

Ah, yes. Well, let's do it.

I'm not getting any younger.

What was that all about?

So, Madeline, I'll see you later.

Activate program.

[Computer beeping]

- Leaving, dix? — uh-huh.

You're not going to Rex's bar,
are you?

Rex's bar. Why do you ask?

It's one of the messages
I left on your desk.

Oh, that sounds like
an excellent idea.

Would you care to join me?

Me? Have a drink with you?

- Why not?
- There ain't no "why not" about it.

It's just that
this is the first time you ever asked.

- Is that a problem?
- Not for me.

But you better take this.

Why?

Because if we're going to Rex's bar,
you're gonna need it.

[Man chuckling]

[People chattering]

[Jazz music playing
over speakers]

Hey, dix, what do you know
and what do you say?

Germany's getting ready
to invade england.

- Who's gonna stop them?
- Somebody better.

Just as long as it isn't us.

The last thing america needs to do
is fight in another world war.

Actually, the second world war,
although disastrous, did end

with the United States taking its place
as a dominant world power

and cultural influence
in the second half of the 20th century.

Additionally, that war was a catalyst
of technological advancement.

Developments in rocketry and fission
resonate on into the 24th century.

I don't know
if I should pour you one, dix.

It sounds like
you got a snootful already.

- What's this?
- The usual.

Aha. Ah, yes. Now let me see,
that would be scotch, neat.

What else?

And for the lady?

Rye and ginger.

Money. I keep forgetting the need
to carry money.

I must remember
not to let this happen again.

Right.
I don't mind you being on the cuff,

but you're up the sleeve
halfway to my collar.

|s that why you wanted to see me?
About my bar bill?

No. It's on account of Jimmy cuzzo.

Jimmy cuzzo. I know that name.

He's why I gave you the gun.

What was the name of that case
he was involved in?

The parrot's claw.

Jeez, dix. Cuzzo's the guy
who iced Marty o'farron.

They never would've nailed him
if it hadn't been for you.

Your testimony got him arranged.

Yeah, yours and mine.

So you brought me here because
you didn't want to face him alone.

I don't wanna face him at all.

I'm hoping that seeing us together
will siow him up

long enough
to get some things straight.

And if it doesn't?

Then you'll just have to kill him.

Bridge, this is Dr. Pulaski.

[Over intercom]
We've just completed the transfer.

The antedeans are now in sickbay.

Acknowledged, doctor.

Mother, what are you doing here?

You can't just stroll onto the bridge
whenever you feel like it.

I didn't just stroll on, clear.

I took that turbo-tube
or whatever you call it.

The captain's not here?

- Riker: He is busy elsewhere, ma'am.
- Oh.

Well, I have other interests as well.

Troi:
You're scheming something, mother.

Don't try to fool me. I can tell.

Lwaxana: You're always
so melodramatic, little one.

I'm not scheming. I'm deciding.

Troi: Mother, not him.
Lwaxana: And why not him?

He's adorable.

[Sighs]

- Pulaski to bridge.
- Riker: Riker here.

The antedeans are coming around.

They are currently in the early stages
of post-hibernation.

How long
until they're fully conscious?

Pulaski: I'd guess it to be
a matter of hours now.

Very well. I'll inform the captain.

If you'll excuse me, ma'am.

You're going to see the captain?

But I thought he was tied up
on ship's business.

In a manner of speaking, he is.
I'm not disturbing him.

I'll just give him the message.

Excellent timing.

- You may also inform him about us.
- Us?

You don't mind if I let our ship's crew
know first, do you, William?

Friends, dear friends,
you are all invited

to a prestigious occasion
on the planet pacifica.

- There,

on the shores of the western sea,

in a traditional betazoid ceremony,

your commander riker and I will be
joined in the union of matrimony.

Married?

Until death us do part.

Mrs. Troi,
I don't know how to tell you this...

Oh, I know how you feel, dear.
You're overwhelmed with excitement.

Oh, believe me, I understand.

We'll talk about the details later.

Right now there are preparations
to be made.

Why did you stop me?
Somebody needs to set her straight.

- I think I'll leave that to the captain.
- Coward.

Commander.

Are you planning on going
into the holodeck?

I thought I might.
Would you like to join me?

Could you postpone our departure
for just five minutes, sir?

No problem.

You said you had responsibilities.
What exactly did you mean?

You know
about my mother's cousin,

the girl from San Antonio
I told you about?

[Gasps]

Jimmy.

I'm as jumpy as haircut lapinski
trying to land on a fraction.

Sorry to bother you, captain.

- Captain? Picard: Call me dix.

Sorry to bother you, dix, but our
two passengers have awakened.

- Oh, then it's time for me to go.
- What about Jimmy cuzzo?

You can't leave Rex
to face him alone.

I'll be back
before Jimmy cuzzo arrives.

I guarantee it will be taken care of.
Just relax.

Your friends have time for one drink,
haven't they, dix?

Oh, yes, of course.
One more round.

These are my associates.
This is nails from Chicago,

- and this is, uh...?
- Carlos.

From South America.

This is Madeline, my secretary,
and I want you to meet Rex.

You know, I don't think
I ever heard your last name.

Hm. Don't think I have one.
Just Rex, that's all.

So, fellas, tell me your troubles.

Well, troubles,
we've got some, captain.

It seems a certain woman,
both wealthy and beautiful,

now thinks
that she's going to marry me.

Rex: She's got looks and bucks?

Sounds like you've got yourself
one heck of a deal.

Oh, my fiancé just has to see
how I look in this.

Come along, homn.

Hello, computer?

Is commander riker
still on the bridge?

Computer: Negative.
Riker is currently in holodeck 3.

Holodeck? Where is that?

Follow the com panel lights.
They will lead you there.

Oh!

Good god, what's that?

I bet that's the broad
with the big bucks.

Hey, come on over here, darling.

I've got the best stool in the house
saved for you.

So this is where you've been hiding,
Jean-Luc.

I'm surprised you let this part
of the ship get this dirty.

Oh, relax, commander.

You've been making your true feelings
quite clear.

Obviously, you feel unable
to handle me.

Anyway, why would a beautiful,
high-class lady like yourself

wanna hook up
with a mug like that?

You're too good for him,
if you ask me.

You are a very interesting person.

You're not so bad yourself.

In fact, you're as much class
as this joint's ever seen.

Here.

On the house. It's French.

Well, almost.

This is the most remarkable man.
I've never met anyone like him.

I don't suppose you have.

He's strong.

I get no thoughts from him at all,
nothing.

I've never known a man so able

to keep his true feelings
completely hidden.

- That's because...
- No man has ever

been such a mystery to me.

I usually know their thoughts
before they do.

But not with me, huh?

And I never realized
how erotic that could be.

Carry my beverage to that table.

We have some things to discuss.

Should we tell her?

[Picard sighs]

I think it would be only fair,

but let's allow her the moment.

- Food, food.
- Food, food.

Worf, the vermicula.

- Food, food, food.
- Food, food, food.

[Slurping]

Pulaski to captain picard.

Picard [over intercom]:
Go ahead, doctor.

Our passengers are on their feet.

- Understood.
- I'd better get to the bridge.

What's their condition?

Hungry.

Would you like to be shown
to your rooms?

[Speaking indistinctly]

Are you coming, Mrs. Troi?

Uh, not just yet.

Tell William that I'm sorry,

but Rex and I are getting married.

Mrs. Troi, your government
expects me to deliver you

to the conference on time,

and that's what I intend to do.

It's a pity.

Duty calls, darling.

But I'll be back for you later.

Picard: Mrs. Troi, there is something
you ought to know about Rex.

Lwaxana: Oh?

Imagine.

Allowing me to go on like that
with that man.

Who doesn't even exist.

But you always say
you like surprises, mother.

Why are they still here?

Since you're going to the conference,
you might beam down with delegates.

Oh, they're not delegates.
Those two are assassins.

That is an outrage. Lies.

We demand you transport us
at once.

Don't bother to deny it.

Your minds are so unsophisticated
I can read your thoughts in my sleep.

Oh, their robes are lined
with ultritium.

Highly explosive, virtually undetectable
by your transporter.

[Computer beeping]

She is correct, sir.

I am detecting large amounts
of ultritium.

Of course you are. They were planning
on blowing up the entire conference.

Mr. Worf, take them to level 5.

Disarm them.
Hold them for questioning.

Aye, sir.

Lwaxana:

Ah, well, I didn't find a mate,
but I did save the conference,

as well as your reputations.

All in a day's work, I suppose.

Goodbye, Mrs. Troi.

And thank you.

Energize, chief o'brien.

Jean-Luc, shame on you
for thinking such a thing.