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Bring the stasis units in here
and have them online.

- Yes, doctor.
- Tell Dr. Selar she can use Ward 3

for the ambulatory patients
and I'll stay here.

Transporter Room 4 to Sickbay.

They're coming in now.

Acknowledged.
Stand clear and be ready.

- All right.
- Let's go. Let's go.

Get him up here.

What happened?

The Lenarians attacked us
outside of the conference room.

He's in cardiac arrest.
Connect the pulmonary support unit.

He's got internal hemorrhaging.

The bioregulator of his artificial heart
has been fused.

He's got liver and spleen damage.

What kind of weapon caused this?

A compressed teryon beam.

Forty eds inoprovaline.

The activity in the isocortex is falling.
Cortical stimulators.

Now.

Again.

His respiratory system
is shutting down.

The levels in the isocortex
are still falling.

Damn.

Prepare for...

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages
of the starship Enterprise.

to explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life
and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no one
has gone before.

Q, what is going on?

I told you.
You're dead, this is the afterlife.

And I'm God.

You are not God.

Blasphemy.

You're lucky I don't cast you out
or smite you or something.

The bottom line is,
your life ended about five minutes ago

under the inept ministrations
of Dr. Beverly Crusher.

No.

I am not dead.

Because I refuse to believe
that the afterlife is run by you.

The universe
is not so badly designed.

Very well.

If you really require more evidence
for your postmortem status,

I guess I'll just have
to provide you some.

Jean-Luc, I told you not to go
running off to that academy.

Father.

I told you that Starfleet
would bring you to a bad end.

But you wouldn't listen.

Now look at you,
dead before your time.

Q, enough of this.

Enough what?

Why couldn't you have listened?

Didn't you know that I was
working for your best interests?

Q, stop this.

And after all these years,

even now, you manage
to disappoint me, Jean-Luc.

He's not the only one who would
like to have a word with you.

Why, Jean-Luc? Why did you do it?

There are still people
down there. We can't abandon them.

There must be some
other choice than firing--

I'm warning you,
if you continue on this course--

Direct hit. The ship is destroyed.

Lieutenant Picard to the Bridge.

These are the voices of all the people
you've killed throughout the years.

Whom I've killed?
What do you mean?

Death has made you a little dim,
Jean-Luc.

These are the voices of all the people
who have died through your actions

or your inactions.

Now, if you have any words
of apology or regret,

I believe they're all listening.

They're a surly bunch, actually,
so I wouldn't drag this on too long.

I have no intention of performing
for your amusement.

This is not for me,
this is for you, Jean-Luc.

This is your opportunity
to make peace with your sordid past.

I find it hard to believe that you are
doing this for the benefit of my soul.

Well, now that you've shuffled off
the mortal coil,

we're free to spend
a little time together.

A little time together? How much?

Eternity.

Now,
you're sure you have no regrets

or feelings of guilt
about your former life?

I mean, I can't have you whining
and complaining through time.

If I'm really dead,

then my only regret
is dying and finding you here.

You wound me, Jean-Luc.

After all,
I was not the cause of your death.

This was.

- Is that--?
- Your artificial heart.

You might have lived
if you had a real one

instead of this unreliable
piece of technology.

By the way,
how did you lose yours anyway?

A mistake.

Is that a regret I hear?

I regret many things
from those days.

Really?

It wasn't very smart of you
to take on three Nausicaans, was it?

No, it wasn't.

And did I hear a laugh?

It's so unlike you, Jean-Luc,
to have a sense of humor.

Especially about
getting stabbed through the back.

I was a different person
in those days.

Arrogant, undisciplined,

with far too much ego,
far too little wisdom.

I was more like you.

Then you must have been
far more interesting.

Pity you had to change.

The pity is that I had to be impaled
through the back

before I learned that lesson.

I started that fight
with those Nausicaans.

I started it because...

Because I was young and cocky.

If I'd been more responsible
in those days,

I wouldn't have needed this heart.

And I wouldn't have died from
a random energy surge 30 years later.

So if you had to do it all over again?

Things would be different.

Bravo, bravo.

Nicely done.

Cortin. Cortin Zweller.

Yes. Heh.

Boy, she must have hit you
pretty hard.

Of course, you deserved it.

Slowing down there, Johnny.
You should've seen that one coming.

Marta Batanides.

Are you okay?

Yes, I'm fine. I'm, uh...

I'm just a little disoriented, that's all.

Come on,
he's just playing for sympathy now.

Look, I'm gonna get something to eat

and head over to the casino
at Bonestell.

- You coming?
- Uh...

I'll catch up with you there.

You sure you're okay?

Yes, I'm fine. Really, Marta, I'm fine.

Come on, Marty.
I bet he's got another date.

That's it, isn't it? Heh.
You are incorrigible.

Attention on deck, Ensign Picard.

C)-

That's "Captain Q" to you,
young man.

What is the point
of creating this fantasy?

This is no fantasy, I assure you.
It's all very real.

You're 21 years old again,

a brash young man
fresh out of the academy.

I certainly don't look it.

Well, to everyone else, you do.

So, Q, I thought
you told me that I was dead.

Now it seems that I'm alive.

Oh, you mortals are so obtuse.

Why do you persist in believing
that life and death

are such static and rigid concepts?

Why, I can take your life
and give it back to you again

with a snap of a finger.

Let's say for the moment
that may be true.

What is the purpose
in bringing me here?

You said you regretted
a great many things in your life.

Well, here's a chance
to change some of them.

Change them?
Do you mean change the past?

Q, even if you have been able
to bring me back in time somehow,

surely you must realize
that any alteration in this time line

will have a profound impact
on the future.

Please,

spare me your egotistical musings
on your pivotal role in history.

Nothing you do here
will cause the Federation

to collapse or galaxies to explode.

To be blunt,
you're not that important.

I won't do it. I won't alter history.

Ah!

Very well.

Since you attach so much importance
to the continuity of time,

I will give you
my personal guarantee

that nothing you do here
will end up hurting anyone

or have an adverse effect
on what you know of as history.

The only thing at stake here
is your life and your peace of mind.

But now,
whether you believe me or not,

you are here
and you have a second chance.

What you choose to do with it
is entirely up to you.

Do you know where you are?

Starbase Earhart.

We came here right after graduation

to await our first
deep-space assignments.

That's right.

It's two days before your unfortunate
encounter with a Nausicaan sword.

You have that long to make
whatever changes you wish.

If you can avoid getting stabbed

through the heart this time,
which I doubt,

I will take you back
to what you think of as the present

and you will go on with your life
with a real heart.

Then I won't die?

Of course you'll die.
It'll just be at a later time.

What if I don't avoid the fight?
What if I won't make the changes?

Then you die on the table
and we spend eternity together.

Wonderful.

I'm glad you think so.

I'm curious about one thing, Johnny.

Why did that rather
attractive woman strike you just now?

Is it something you said?

Her name was Corlina
and I'd arranged to take her out today.

And then she discovered

that I had already made a second date
with another woman called, um,

Penny.

And Corlina was naturally upset.

I had no idea you were such a cad.
I'm impressed.

Computer,
what is the time right now?

1611 hours.

In fact, Penny is waiting for me.

Right now.

Well, carry on.

Well, you're awfully quiet today.

What happened to that dashing
young ensign from last night, hmm?

The one with the winning smile
and the smooth talk about my eyes?

I'm just a little more contemplative.

Mm.
And what are you contemplating?

Penny, um, do you think
we could just talk for a while?

I hardly know anything about you.

Where you're from,
what your interests are,

your last name.

I come from Rigel,
my last name is Muroc

and I like men in uniform.

I think that's enough talking.

What's wrong?

I don't look as attractive to you
as I did last night?

No, no. Uh, not at all.

I think you're a very
handsome woman.

Handsome?
That's something you say to old ladies.

You're certainly not an old lady.

I didn't want your pity.

Penny for your thoughts.

You never told me
you were such a ladies' man.

I wasn't.

I was a puerile adolescent

who allowed himself to be led
by his hormones instead of his head.

Looks like your friends know
how to have fun.

You ought to take lessons.

Excuse me.

He's winning.

Of course.

I thought you had a date.

She decided to leave.

You're getting old, Johnny.

Thank you. Thank you all.

Thank you.

Very, very nice.

I think you should forget
about Starfleet

and play Dom-jot for a living.

No, this is nothing.

A little, uh, trigonometry,
some minor wrist action.

Now, Barokie, there's a game.

Human.

Play Dom-jot, human?

I think I could be persuaded
to play one more game.

- Corey, don't play him.
- Why?

It'll cause trouble.

He's a Nausicaan.

They can get very ill-tempered
if they lose.

So can I.

No, Corey, listen to me.

This is a big mistake. Don't play him.

What's gotten into you?

Let's go.

I see you've found
your Nausicaan friend.

You seem unimpaled so far.

I'm sorry to disappoint you.

Get them, Corey. That's good.

Look at that.

Ensign Zweller
seems to be doing well.

He's gonna lose.
The Nausicaan is cheating.

Really?

I'm beginning
to like these Nausicaans.

If history repeats itself,
Corey will figure it out later tonight.

And then he'll want revenge.

And will you help your best friend
avenge this injustice?

I did last time.

I rigged the table
so that he would win in a rematch.

Picard, you cheated?

I'm impressed.

It was a stupid mistake.

The Nausicaan didn't take kindly
to losing, nor his friends.

They were outraged.
They wanted a fight.

I gave them one.

It gets you right here, doesn't it?

Dom-jot. Ten.

RAUGHS]

Dom-jot. Human play Dom-jot.

I've played a lot of Dom-jot
in a lot of places,

and I've never seen balls roll
that well for anyone.

So he was cheating?

I'll bet you that he had some sort
of magnetic device in his belt.

It was controlling the balls.

That's terrible.

We've gotta get even.

What'd you have in mind?

Only this time, we rig the table
so his device will backfire on him.

Corey, that won't solve anything.

It'll teach him that he can't
go around cheating Starfleet officers.

All it'll do is provoke him.

And provoking a Nausicaan
is not a good idea.

- I can handle him.
- What if he's not alone?

What if he brings some
of his Nausicaan friends with him?

Well, then, I guess that's when
I'm gonna have to depend

on my friends to help me out.

Corey, there's gotta be a better way
to handle this.

When did you start
backing away from a good fight?

Look, Corey,
we're not cadets anymore.

We're officers.

We should start to set
a higher standard for ourselves.

It was a good idea,
but let's just forget it, okay?

He'll get over it.

I hope so.

What?

Nothing.

It's just you'd usually
be the one plotting revenge.

Ah. Yes.

That would be more in character,
wouldn't it?

Much.

But I always suspected

you had a hidden streak
of responsibility somewhere.

Perhaps it's just that
I'm getting older.

Maybe these bars are just starting
to feel a little heavy, ensign.

Ensign Picard
and Ensign Batanides.

Sounds weird, doesn't it?

It's gonna take some getting used to.

It's too bad we can't get
used to it together.

Well, the three of us, I mean.

Oh, of course.

Come.

Flowers.

Is there a Jean-Luc Picard here?

From one of your conquests,
no doubt.

I guess some things
aren't going to change.

Did I interrupt anything sordid,
lhope?

No, Q, you did not.

Pity. She's quite attractive.

We were friends, nothing more.

Is that another regret I hear?

MY. my...

We're simply riddled with regrets
about our youth, now, aren't we?

My friendship with Marta
is not something that I regret.

But you wish it had been more
than just a friendship, now, don't you?

Well, maybe you can change all that.

Q, what is it you want?

I thought you'd like to know
that Mr. Zweller's decided

not to take your advice.

He's in the Bonestell Facility right now,
rigging the table to beat the Nausicaan.

I guess you weren't that persuasive.

- Corey.
- Ah.

Johnny,
don't sneak up on me like that.

I thought you were
the gambling foreman.

I'm sorry.

I'm glad you're here.
Hand me that magnaspanner, huh?

Corey, I'm not here to help you.

I'm here to stop you
from making a serious mistake.

You sound like my mother.

Cheating the Nausicaans could have
serious consequences for all of us.

It's a risk we can't afford to take.

You are my mother.

Well, gee, Mom,

I guess I'll just have to go
tell those Nausicaans

I don't mind if they cheat me.

This is not a joke, Corey.

It better be.

Now, I'm gonna finish my work here.
If you wanna help me, fine.

If not,
I'll see you back at the starbase.

I said you're not doing this.

Are you gonna hit me, Johnny?

No.

But I'll tell the gambling foreman

somebody has been tampering
with his Dom-jot table.

All right.

Have it your way, Ensign Picard.

I just couldn't make him understand.

At least he did finally give it up.

Yes, but he didn't take it very well.

Oh, you know Corey.
He'll forget all about it by tomorrow.

I hope you're right

because he and I were friends
for years after this.

I mean, um, I hope that we will be.

You know...

You keep smiling at me.

Well, I've just never seen you
like this before.

You're so serious.

Do I really seem that different?

Maybe I'm just not used to seeing you
in your officer's uniform.

No, it's more than that.

You do seem different.

Well, I'm not complaining
or anything.

I think it suits you.

Really?

Yes.

It's very attractive.

Johnny...

Haven't you ever thought
about us getting together?

Yes, I have, actually.

I've thought about it for a long time.

Why didn't you ever say so?

I don't know.

And at this moment,

I really have no idea why not.

You've said so now.

Morning, darling.

Feeling a little jumpy this morning?

Are we guilty perhaps?

I don't feel guilty about anything, Q.

No?

"We were just friends, Q,
nothing more."

And we're still friends.

So?

What's next?

I don't know.

What I do know is,

things will be different.

I'm sure.

Good morning.

Johnny.

What's wrong?

Well, this is the morning after, huh?

Look...

I don't regret anything
that happened last night.

I hope you don't regret it either.

I don't-- I don't know.

We've been friends for a long time,
and...

And now...

I'm afraid
we've ruined that friendship.

Then perhaps we should

forget about what happened
and,uh...

- And try to--
- I wish I could.

It would make it much easier
to say goodbye tomorrow.

Um...

We're all supposed
to, um, get together later

for our last big night out on the town
before we all ship out.

I don't want you to do anything
that would make you uncomfortable.

We planned it. I'll be there.

Well, let's see.

You've managed
to get slapped by one woman,

a drink thrown in your face by another,
and alienate your two best friends.

Doing pretty well so far.

The only thing left to avoid
is getting stabbed through the heart.

I think you'll like serving
on board the Ajax.

I hear that Captain Narth
is an excellent officer.

So I hear.

Well, here's to the class of '27.

Play Dom-jot, human?

Give you a better chance.

Give you a bigger stick maybe.

I don't think we're interested.

They are Undari. Cowards.

What did you say?

Coward.

Like all Starfleet, you talk and you talk,
but you have no guramba.

Why don't we find out?

Hey, don't be a fool, Corey.

Look, there are plenty of other people
to play Dom-jot with.

Now, just go about your business.

Maybe I play with her,
give her a good time.

Starfleet.

I'm sorry, Corey.
He was reaching for a weapon.

I don't know who you are anymore,

but you're not my friend.

Goodbye, Johnny.

Congratulations, mon capitaine.
You did it.

Can I help you?

Can I help you, Mr. Picard?

Mr. Worf?

This is not for me.

You should take it to
Commander La Forge in Engineering.

What's happened?

Is something wrong?

I'm not sure.

Mr. Worf,
what is my rank and position?

You are lieutenant junior grade,
assistant Astrophysics officer.

Are you feeling all right?

Who is the captain of this ship?

Captain Thomas Halloway.

Perhaps I should escort you
to Sickbay.

No. I can find my own way there.

Thank you, commander.

Beverly, something has
happened to me. I'm not sure--

Well, well, well.

What seems to be the trouble,
Lieutenant Picard?

Q, what have you done?

I've done exactly as I promised.

I've returned you to the present.

But this is not the present
I remember.

You said nothing would change.

Nothing has changed, Jean-Luc.

Except for you.

But then again,
that's what you wanted, wasn't it?

To change the man
you were in your youth.

Well, you did it.

This is the man you are today.
And you should be happy.

You have a real heart
beating in your chest

and you get to live out
the rest of your life in safety.

Running tests, making analyses
and carrying reports to your superiors.

Excuse me. Am I interrupting?

No, not at all. Have a seat.

Thank you.

I'd like to talk to you for a moment
about my future on the Enterprise.

Of course, lieutenant.

Jean-Luc, isn't it?

- Maybe I should go.
- No, please, counselor.

I would very much
like to hear your thoughts.

First of all--

And I would like you to be
absolutely straightforward with me.

--How would you evaluate me
as an officer?

Well, um, your performance records
have always been good.

You're thorough, dedicated.

Steady, reliable...

Punctual.

I see.

What would you say
if I told you that I believe

that I was capable of being
very much more?

Perhaps we should discuss this
at your next evaluation.

I would appreciate it
if we could discuss it now.

You see, I feel that I would
like to move beyond Astrophysics

to Engineering or Security.

Something that might even lead
to command.

Frankly, lieutenant,

I don't think that's realistic.

Why?

I really don't think this is the place
to be discussing this.

Please, this is very important to me.

I believe that I can do more.

Hasn't that been the problem
all along?

Throughout your career,
you've had lofty goals,

but you've never been willing to do
what's necessary to attain them.

Would that be your evaluation as well,
commander?

I think I have to agree
with the counselor.

If you wanna get ahead,
you have to take chances,

stand out in a crowd, get noticed.

I see.

Now, we don't wanna lose you.
You're a very good officer.

Just not one who stands out.

Why don't I talk to
Commander La Forge in Engineering

and see what we can do?

But command?

Well...

We'll see.

Senior officers, please report

to the captain's Ready Room.

Acknowledged.

We should talk about this later.

All right, Q, that's enough.
You've made your point.

Q?

La Forge to Lieutenant Picard.

I'm still waiting
for that statistical analysis.

I'm on my way, sir.

Main Engineering.

Are you having a good laugh now,
Q?

Does it amuse you to think of me
living out the rest of my life

as a dreary man in a tedious job?

I gave you something
most mortals never experience.

A second chance at life.

And now all you can do is complain?

I can't live out my days
as that person.

That man is bereft of passion
and imagination.

That is not who I am.

Au contraire,
he is the person you wanted to be.

One who was less arrogant
and undisciplined in his youth.

One who was less like me.

The Jean-Luc Picard
you wanted to be,

the one who did not fight
the Nausicaan,

had quite a different career
from the one you remember.

That Picard never had
a brush with death,

never came face-to-face
with his own mortality,

never realized how fragile life is

or how important
each moment must be.

So his life never came into focus.

He drifted through much of his career
with no plan or agenda,

going from one assignment
to the next,

never seizing the opportunities
that presented themselves.

He never led the away team
on Milika Ill

to save the ambassador.

Or take charge
of the Stargazefls Bridge

when its captain was killed.

And no one ever offered him
a command.

He learned to play it safe.

And he never,
ever got noticed by anyone.

You're right, Q.

You gave me the chance to change
and I took the opportunity.

But I admit now, it was a mistake.

Are you asking me for something,
Jean-Luc?

Give me a chance to put things
back the way they were before.

Before, you died in Sickbay.
Is that what you want?

I would rather die as the man I was
than live the life I just saw.

Coward.

Like all Starfleet, you talk and you talk,
but you have no guramba.

What did you say?

I said you are a coward.

That's what I thought you said.

RAUGHS]

His vital signs are stable.

Captain.

Jean-Luc.

You were injured,

but I think you're going to be all right.

I still don't know what to make of it.

Was it a dream?

Or was it one of Q's
elaborate tricks?

A lot of people who are near death
have strange experiences,

but I have never heard one
so detailed.

And, you know, there's still part of me
that cannot accept

that Q would give me
a second chance.

Or that he would demonstrate
so much compassion.

And if it was Q,

I owe him a debt of gratitude.

In what sense?
It sounds like he put you through hell.

There are many parts of my youth
that I'm not proud of.

They were loose threads,

untidy parts of me
that I would like to remove.

But when I pulled on
one of those threads,

it unraveled the tapestry of my life.

I was just trying to imagine
a hell-bent-for-leather young officer

insulting a Nausicaan twice his size.

I wish I had a chance to know
that Jean-Luc Picard.

Oh, well, to tell the truth,

that wasn't the first run-in that I had
with a couple of surly Nausicaans.

Really?

Oh, yes.

During my sophomore year,

I was assigned to training
on Morikin VII.

Well, there was a Nausicaan outpost
on one of the outlying asteroids,

and one day...