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Previously on "Star Trek: Picard"...

When you first learned

that the Romulan sun
was going to explode,

you left the Enterprise to
command the rescue armada,

a mission to relocate 900
million Romulan citizens

to worlds outside the
blast of the supernova.

The decision to call off the rescue

and to abandon those people
we had sworn to save

was not just dishonorable.

It was downright criminal!

The daughter of the man

whose death I have been mourning

for two decades comes to
me for help and assistance.

And then she is assassinated

by a Romulan death squad who will then

go and try and find and destroy

her twin sister.

I have to find Bruce Maddox.

I found Maddox.

Bruce Maddox is on Freecloud.

And once we get there,
you're on your own.

Why do you want to go to Freecloud?

Have we met?

Agnes Jurati.

Dr. Jurati

is the Earth's leading
expert on synthetic life.

My name is Soji.

I'm working with Hugh on
the reclamation project.

I know who you are! You are Seb-Cheneb.

You are the Destroyer!

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Hello, hello. How good
to see you all again.

Yes, yes.

I know you're all worried,

but the Federation and Starfleet
are here to help you settle.

You have my word.

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Jolan tru.

Jolan tru.

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You haven't stopped talking

about Admiral Picard since he left.

Can't you find something to say to him?

What did you bring me?

What did I bring you? Well...

Now, let me see.

"The Three Musketeers"

by Alexandre Dumas.

Enjoy.

You're making the admiral
uncomfortable, Elnor.

He dislikes displays of emotion.

And he's not overly fond of children.

Not at all.

Someday, I may get used to
the Way of Absolute Candor.

Wh-Why don't you like children?

Because they're demanding,
distracting and interfere

with duty and pleasure alike.

My feelings are hurt.

I actually did think
you were fond of me.

Correct.

I like you very much.

The sisters in Southeast Station

tell us things went well there.

10,000 new refugees.

The help of the sisters was invaluable.

The Federation owes a
debt to the Qowat Milat.

How long can you stay?

As always, our house and
our hearts are open to you.

- Can I read the book?
- Yes. Of course.

But in three days, I have
to be in Central Station

to meet the next convoy.

Because last time, you promised that...

A promise is a prison, Elnor.

Do not make yourself another's jailer.

And that reminds me, Zani.

Last time, I made you a promise

that I would try and
find some sweet hanifak.

But I totally forgot

that promises were prisons, so...

Ah-ah-ah.

It can't be easy

being the only boy

in a house of women.

He must get lonely sometimes.

Yes.

He is loved, but he does
not belong with us.

I understand.

It's so good of you to have taken him in

the way that you have.

I will find him a more
suitable place soon.

En garde!

"D'Artagnan, who though
wanting in practice

"had a profound theory,

"redoubled his agility.

"Jussac, anxious to put an end
to this, springing forward,

"aimed a terrible thrust

"at his adversary, but
the latter parried it.

- What does "parried" mean?
- And while..."

I'll show you tomorrow.
"And while Jussac

"was recovering himself,
d'Artagnan glided

"like a serpent beneath his blade,

"and passed his sword through his body.

"Jussac fell in a heap.

"D'Artagnan then cast

an anxious and rapid glance
over the field of battle".

I'm busy, Raffi.

What do you mean "synths
have attacked Mars"?

What will this mean

for our mission? Will it continue?

Of course. It must.

Uh, tell Elnor

I'm sorry we didn't finish
our fencing lesson.

But, uh...

...well, I'll be back soon.

Picard ready for transport.

Hi.

Oh. You're reading. I won't, uh...

Be my guest.

So...

space turns out to be super boring.

Go figure.

What were you expecting?

I don't know.

It's so... empty.

I mean, of course, right?

It's right there in the name. "Space".

It's not like it's called
"vast quantities of stuff".

Although, come to think of it,

there are over three billion
stars in our galaxy alone

and ours is one of two trillion.

There are a septillion known planets,

so maybe it should be called
"vast quantities of stuff".

Like, why focus on the negative?

I caught up on two years of back issues

of the "Journal of
Theoretical Cybernetics",

including the Festschrift
for Professor Kwok.

I watered your plants. You're welcome.

I was gonna watch a holo, but weirdly,

all you have on board is Klingon opera.

Long story.

I used to live with a guy
who liked paper books.

I bothered him, too.

What did he used to do about it?

He was my dad.

He had to put up with it.

What's your book about?

The existential pain of living
with the consciousness of death,

and how it defines us as human beings.

Well, that's not a
conversation killer at all.

I totally want to talk
about the existential pain

of living with the
consciousness of death.

Rios!

Oh, thank God.

I just checked the nav log.

Where the hell are we going?

Says he needs to make a stop.

He needs to?

Picard?

What stop?

Vashti, in the Qiris sector.

Vashti.

Man can't even take a guilt
trip without using a starship.

Hold.

Holomatrix paused.

Is it inaccurate?

Everything seems absolutely correct,

in every particular.

We rebuilt your study to
the exact specifications.

I see that.

Your Mr. Zhaban supplied
me with the holoscans.

He thought you might feel more at home.

It seems a little odd
that a working ship

should have a hospitality hologram.

I came with the basic installation, sir,

but you're right,

hospitality emergencies

- are rare on this vessel.
- Mm-hmm.

In general, the captain...
keeps his own company.

Come.

You want to go to Vashti?

Are you out of your goddamn mind?

I hate that fucking
hospitality hologram.

That you even suggest it makes me

seriously question your mental state.

The idea of going there isn't just

a bad idea, it's-it's bizarre.

Look,

Dahj's sister is in grave danger.

She may already be dead.

I am

as eager to get to Freecloud as you.

I... Did I ever say I was
eager to get to Freecloud?

Do... Do I seem eager to you?

I would say more...

apprehensive.

Look, I-I'm gonna be straight with you.

Oh, well, that will make
a refreshing change.

Come.

Oh, uh,

is this a secret meeting,

or am I technically

part of the crew now?

Please, Dr. Jurati, join us.

Raffi here was

questioning my sanity.

You know what? Fine. Let's go to Vashti.

Check out that big statue of you.

I mean, they-they must've
put up at least one.

If they did, somebody's probably

stolen it by now.

Qiris sector's sketchy nowadays.

Serious power vacuum.

Smugglers and petty
warlords, like Kar Kantar,

basically run the show.

Kantar got hold of an antique
Bird-of-Prey somewhere

and has been running wild

from Vashti to Daimanta.

You didn't already tell him this?

He said,

"Lay in a course for Vashti, Rios",

and, what, you just obeyed,

like a good Starfleet officer?

I assumed he knew.

But the Qiris sector is in the
Fenris Rangers' territory.

Was. The Rangers just do
not have the resources

to keep up with the
chaos out there anymore.

Also, Vashti is a hotbed for the Romulan

Rebirth movement.

But you're just gonna drop in

and pick yourself up a nun.

O-Okay, well, now
somebody has to tell me

what we're talking about.

JL wants to hire an assassin.

They are not assassins,
and you can't hire them.

The Qowat Milat have to choose you.

Romulan warrior nuns.

That's a real thing?

How bizarre.

I know...

knew some Qowat Milat.

On Vashti alone, they helped
Raffi and me relocate

more than a quarter
of a million refugees.

And they're the most skilled

single-combat fighters
that I have ever seen

and the most feared
enemies of the Tal Shiar.

Sounds like you already

owe them more than they owe you.

What-what makes you think
they're gonna help you now?

They have their own criteria
whether to give or withhold

their assistance to a cause.

And what is that?

Let's just say that

I am confident that they
will find ours worthy,

and if they don't,

the Way of Absolute Candor

means that they won't
hesitate to tell us.

What's the Way of Absolute Candor?

It's their primary teaching:

total communication of emotion

without any filter
between thought and word.

And it runs entirely
counter to everything

that the Romulans hold dear.

Resume.

JL.

Losing Dahj has you thinking
about Vashti and the kid.

Elnor.

Okay.

But you remember what
we used to say back then?

"One impossible thing at a time".

We have to stick to the plan.

Freecloud.

I may never pass this way again.

I'll be in my quarters.

Anyone else think the
Way of Absolute Candor

sounds potentially annoying?

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Used to be home?

Of a sort.

For a moment.

Security?

Standard Romulan
planetary defense system,

bought secondhand.

The Fenris Rangers
helped them install it.

It's primitive but effective.

Your basic impenetrable
shield of orbital killer drones.

Every 30 minutes, a
transit zone opens up

in a random spot in the network.

If the system clears you, you
have a minute to pass through.

Try to come or go without clearance,

and you're met with immediate kill-fire.

Do we have clearance?

I'm working several
angles, but so far, no.

Call Central Station. Tell them it's me.

That was the first thing we did.

Frankly, they were not impressed.

Very well.

Suggestion?

A cash gift is always appropriate.

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Jolan tru, Qowat Milat.

- Jolan tru.
- Jolan tru.

You got old, Admiral Picard.

You didn't.

I remind you, this is a house of truth.

I thought we would never see you again.

I don't have the right,

but I need your help one last time.

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Poor Ramdha.

She's always been a bit
of a tormented soul.

You know her?

I'm not surprised she
tried to take her own life.

I don't know why I feel so drawn to her,

but it's my fault.

Something about me set her off.

Don't blame yourself.

She is disordered.

When she looked at me, I felt... seen.

Even though she didn't
like what she saw.

I see you, Soji.

I'm a trusting person, Narek.
That's my default, but...

I don't know.

You kind of challenge my paradigm.

Give me another chance?

How did you know I was going to
the Disordered Ward just now?

I didn't.

Have you been watching me?

Not in the way that you mean it.

No uniform, no insignia, no rank.

You go anywhere you
like on the Artifact,

and you know things.

Are you Tal Shiar?

No.

If you were Tal Shiar,
would you also answer no?

Yes.

Do you know what
happened to Ramdha's ship,

to the Shaenor?

No.

Who does?

I don't know.

I would imagine

there are some kind of records
on the Borg databases here.

Those are classified.

Do you have access to them?

No.

But I might know someone who does.

How's the paradigm?

Paradigmatic.

Come on.

I want to show you something.

Where are we going?

I'm going to teach you
an ancient Borg ritual.

The Borg didn't have rituals.

That's what everyone thinks.

This program you watched,
the one with Ramdha...

it was in Romulan?

A talk show called "Yrrh Mnrrh".

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Seattle, sometime before May 12, 2396,

when you shipped out
for the Beta Quadrant

aboard the Ellison.

So you have been watching me.

Here we are.

The ventilation return.

Take off your shoes.

What? Why?

Borg ritual.

Shoes off.

Now, watch this.

Yeah!

Terran passenger lists are
a matter of public record,

which is shocking to
a Romulan sensibility.

But strangely, there's no record
that you were a passenger

on the Ellison that day.

Well, I was.

Are you calling me a liar?

To hell with you.

What about the Borg data files?

The ones that might explain
what happened on the Shaenor.

To hell with them, too?

What are you doing, Narek?

The same thing you're doing.

Feeding an insatiable curiosity.

Damn.

- What?
- Somebody ID'd him.

He's blowing up on personal
comm traffic down there.

Good blowing up or bad blowing up?

Mm... Bad. Catastrophically bad.

We should get him out of there.

No, not now, Raffi.

I need more time.

These aren't love letters, JL.

There's a lot of anger.

I am quite safe here.

I'm picking up

an incoming ship,

just at the limit of the scanner range.

Moving kind of slow. Looks like...

that old Bird-of-Prey.

I'm glad you're safe.

We're about to get a
visit from Kar Kantar.

Well, you do what you have
to do, and I need more time.

Picard out.

We do what we can to maintain peace.

Half the sisters serve as qalankhan,

freeblades patrolling
roads and waterways,

helping travelers, defending
Romulan and Terran alike.

Do the Qowat Milat
still bind their blades

to a singular cause?

If the cause is judged worthy.

Uh, no, thank you, Elnor.

Elnor?

You feel shame seeing Elnor.

I always imagined

that you had found a
suitable place for him.

So many things we imagined
back then never came to be.

But it's not just Elnor.

It's everything here... the
poverty, the degradation,

the ethnic strife.

When I left here,
there was none of this.

Because you could not save everyone,

you chose to save no one.

Yes.

I allowed the perfect to
become the enemy of the good.

You have not spoken of your purpose yet.

I infer that you have come

to obtain the services
of a qalankhkai. Why?

I am taking on the Tal Shiar, alone.

So your cause is a desperate one.

It is to me.

Another rescue?

If I'm not too late.

You're not too late to rescue Elnor.

He does not belong here.
Once the evacuation ended,

we simply never found
a better home for him.

He completed his training?

Last spring.

So he really is a Qowat Milat?

No. And as a man, he never can be.

But he is open-hearted,

and apart from this
display of the reticence

you always seemed to
inspire in him, forthright.

And his fighting skills
are truly formidable.

And you would send him away?

He might find himself in serious danger.

He might die.

He will.

Before that comes to pass,

it would gladden my
heart to see him live.

When you bind your sword to a cause,

is there some kind of protocol?

A ritual?

Do-do I go on my knees?
Oh, I do hope not.

Between the two of us, my knees
are not what they used to be.

You tell a story, I listen.

Simple.

I had a friend called Data.

It's usually a sad story.

He died.

He gave his life to save mine,

and I have missed him ever since.

Did you ever miss me?

Of course I did.

Continue.

Well, recently, I've
learned that Data...

this is complicated...

that Data had two offspring.

And one of them...
her name was "Dahj"...

was murdered in front of me.

The other one, I believe,
is in serious danger.

And I have to find her
before the Tal Shiar do.

- The Tal Shiar?
- Yes.

And this other sister...
is she an android?

Mm-hmm.

You told me stories about Data.

He had an orange cat named Spot.

That's right.

I've still never seen a cat.

Well, if you come with us,

you might just run across
one or two of them.

Why do you need me?

Because I failed to protect her sister.

But you don't know where
she is or if she's even alive.

- No.
- What about the man who built her?

- It's just a guess.
- Are you being pursued?

Likely.

Anticipated, actually.

All that is why you need someone.

Why do you need me?

Because I'm an old man
and you're a young one,

and you're strong.

Zani told me that

you are one of the best
fighters that she has ever seen.

It seems to me that my quest

has the appropriate criteria.

Will you come with me?

Will you bind your sword to my quest?

Now that you have use for me?

Now that I have value to you?

You left me

- on my own, old man.
- I never meant to...

I see no reason not to do the same.

Elnor, it...!

Rios, it's Picard.

I'm ready for transport.

Copy that.

Next window opens in seven minutes.

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You may call me Tenqem Adrev.

We met before.

Once.

Have we? Forgive me. I, uh...

Oh, it was in another lifetime,

when I was another man.

A Romulan senator,
if you can believe it.

I had the honor of being present

the day you addressed the Hall of State,

the very embodiment of Starfleet,

making such eloquent
and generous promises

on behalf of the magnanimous Federation.

The great Saint Picard.

Senator...

I found it extremely moving.

How very touched we all were.

There were tears in my eyes.

Thank you.

And then you went away.

And when you returned,
you brought the ships.

Those great big
Wallenberg-class transports.

We all packed and
boarded the Nightingale,

five generations of
parents and grandparents,

siblings and spouses and children.

And the Nightingale brought us here,

to Vashti.

We had so little time.

There were so many of you to save.

And so little to be
expected from Starfleet.

I did everything I could.

And then you gave up.

Skantal!

Bidran!

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No one asked for your pity, Picard.

Just as no one asked for your help.

You and Starfleet had no understanding

of Romulan ingenuity,
resolve, self-sufficiency.

You took advantage of
us at the very moment

where we doubted ourselves,

enticed us with your empty promises,

and did everything in your power

to scatter, confuse and divide us.

That is not so!

I promise you...

You promise?!

You promise?

Give him your sword.

No.

Come on.

No!

Please, my friend.

Choose to live.

I regret your choice.

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Enough, Elnor.

The Federation has failed you all.

I failed you all.

I... broke faith with you,

and the result was

terrible...

pain and loss for you all.

And I am sorry.

Picard, ready for transport.

A tan qalanq is no match

- for a disruptor, sisterboy.
- JL?

Yes! Now!

That man did not deserve to die.

Yet he chose it. Fight a Qowat Milat,

and the outcome is not in doubt.

Now, you listen to me, carefully.

I will benefit by your
skill and your courage,

but if you bind yourself to my cause,

I will tell you when to
fight and when to refrain.

Is that understood?

Yes.

Swear it.

I swear.

Dr. Jurati, Raffi, this is Elnor.

A boy with a stick.

I have to ask you, what made you decide

to bind yourself to my cause?

It met the requirements for worthiness.

And it seemed like you
needed me after all.

What is the requirement for worthiness?

A qalankhkai would only bind herself...

himself... to a lost cause.

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What?

Did you think it was your robot friend?

I take it she's anatomically correct.

It makes perfect sense.

You've been studying her
kind your whole adult life.

Waiting for her.

Planning for her.

Wondering what it would be
like when you finally saw her.

Now here she is.

Why is she obsessed with Ramdha?

What happened when the cube
assimilated the Shaenor?

Why did its crew and
passengers lose their minds?

Who were they?

What have you accomplished on my behalf?

I've planted the first seed of doubt.

Really?

One whole seed.

- Impressive.
- I know

how to handle her.

If I press her too hard,
it might activate her.

And then we'll have another
situation like on Earth,

and then they'll both be dead.

That is the goal, you know.

To kill them.

Yes, all of them.

Which is something I can't do

until we find out where she came from

and where the rest of them are.

And in the meantime...

you slide ever deeper
into your own obsession.

Have you entertained for even a moment

that she might be the one handling you?

She was sent to this cube for a reason.

Your little robot girl has a plan.

Don't forget that.

I know full well...

Who is she, Narek?

Who...

is she?

Seb-Cheneb.

The Destroyer.

I'll give you and your
seed one more week.

After that, if I don't
have the location,

we go back to good old...

pain and violence.

It's Kantar!

Near miss. Hold on.

Engaging auto-evasion protocol.

That old heap's targeting
system is primitive,

but the planetary
security net worries me.

Just get us the hell out of here.

Shield strength at 89%.

Can you go faster

- than that Bird-of-Prey?
- Maybe not outrun him,

but I can definitely outfly
him. We-we should be...

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Weapons online.

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Hold on.

Routing additional power to thrusters.

Routing additional power
to inertial dampener.

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Where did that come from?

Trying to get a read.

No ID,

no transponder.

Great timing, though.

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Bastard.

That pilot's hailing us, JL.

Open a channel.

Uh...

Open the channel. Put him on.

He's asking permission to beam over.

His ship's breaking up.

Nah, too risky.

His shields are failing.

Raffi, beam him in,

- directly here.
- Do it.

Elnor.

Got him.

Seven of Nine?

You owe me a ship, Picard.

Who are you looking for?

Bruce Maddox.

I found him.

We must extract him.

Are you serious sending us
down there looking like this?

Meaning you need to sell this.

You need to show a little... panache.

You're killing it.

Something's not right.

You damn push.

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