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Captain's log, stardate 41249.3.

We have orbited the two major
planets of the Beta Renna system,

taking aboard delegates
from those two worlds.

Since achieving space flight,
their major life-forms,

the Anticans and the Selay
have become deadly enemies.

But both have also applied
for admission into our Federation.

We are to deliver these delegates

to this sector's neutral
conference planet called Parliament,

in the hope their dispute
can be resolved.

I'm Captain Picard.
Welcome aboard.

We hope your journey will
be pleasant and comfortable.

Arranging that will be my first officer,
Commander Riker.

Welcome aboard.

If you'll follow me, I will show you
the accommodations we've--

We can already smell the Anticans.
They were taken aboard first?

Only because their world was first
on this heading to Parliament.

Will our quarters
be near the Anticans?

About 100 meters apart.

- Is that all right?
- No, unsatisfactory.

I believe we can accommodate
your wishes.

We'll rearrange
the suite assignments.

If you'll follow me.

And we must be upwind
from the Anticans.

Of course, sir.

Neither seem like very promising
Federation candidates, sir.

Even Parliament's peacemakers
may find this case a little difficult.

But do you understand the basis
of all this nonsense between them?

No, sir. I never understood
that sort of hostility,

- even when I studied Earth history.
- Really?

Oh, yes, well, these life-forms
feel such passionate hatred

over matters of custom,
God concepts,

even, strangely enough,
economic systems.

Sir, my sensors are picking up
an unusual energy object ahead.

On-screen.

Confirmed, sir.

My sensors read nothing solid,

but considerable energy
in changing patterns.

Also traveling at warp speed, sir.

Intriguing.

I can find no match
with anything in our records, sir.

Change course
to make a close sensor pass.

We can then increase warp speed
and reach Parliament on schedule.

Aye, sir.

So, Worf, why your interest in this?

It's just routine maintenance
on the sensor assemblies.

Simple, Geordi.

Our captain wants his junior officers
to learn, learn, learn.

Not just his junior ones.

Okay, you hold this relay off-line
while I adjust these sensor circuits.

Security to Sensor Maintenance.

Lieutenant La Forge here.

We're making a close sensor pass
on an unusual object, Geordi.

- Any problems?
- Not at all, lieutenant.

All equipment online
and functioning.

Sensors ready, sir.

Life-form reading.

No life-form reading, sir.

Begin the pass.

Sir, it is changing shape.

Any readings of matter there?

Negative, sir. Energy only.

Worf.

La Forge to Sickbay.

We have a medical emergency
in Sensor Maintenance.

I repeat, this is a medical emergency.

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.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

He got hit by some
sensor feedback maybe.

- You got it, doc?
- I got it.

Lieutenant Worf,
can you hear what I'm saying?

- Let's get him up.
- Okay.

Come on, big guy, on your feet.
Here we go.

That's it.

Are you okay?

He was just monitoring
the sensor console when he jerked,

as though something hit him.

What my sensor showed was...

Was a glow, just for a second.

I can't explain it.

Could your VISOR device
have malfunctioned?

Hmm, I doubt it, sir.

Seemed like what I was seeing
was something real.

Sorry to call you, sir.
Not strictly security.

It's about the dietary requirements
of the Antican delegates.

I thought that had been taken
care of in advance, Tasha.

So did we, sir. Their live animals
were beamed aboard.

We were going to preserve
the meat for them,

but they say we must bring it
to them alive.

Then do so.

Lieutenant Yar was confused.

We no longer enslave animals
for food purposes.

But we have seen humans eat meat.

You've seen something
as fresh and tasty as meat,

but inorganically materialized out of
patterns used by our transporters.

Sickening.

It's barbaric.

He's reading normal now.
How did you manage that?

Yes, normal.

Are you all right?

Yes, perfectly.

Both of us quite normal now.

Where--?

Where am I?

Don't you remember?

You were in
the Sensor Maintenance room.

I remember monitoring
the sensor console.

What am I doing here?

That's a story the doctor will tell you.

Obviously, you feel it's something
we should look at more carefully.

A mystery is only a mystery as long
as it remains uninvestigated, sir.

Hmm. I love a mystery, Data.
But this one will have to wait

until we've delivered the delegates to
their peace conference on Parliament.

Time and tide, Lieutenant La Forge.
Go to warp 8.

Warp 8, sir.

Hi, Mom.

You're back early.

Yes.

Physical Sciences class.

We're studying Dr. Channing's theory
on dilithium crystals.

Tell me about it.

Really?

You never seemed that interested
in warp theory before.

Dr. Channing thinks it's possible
to force dilithium

into even more useful crystals.

If, as shown here,
matter and antimatter

could be aligned
even more efficiently--

Would that affect navigation?

This is engineering, not helm control.

Oh, yes.
The helm's located on the Bridge.

Mom?

Is something wrong?

This is the helm.

Unless there have been some changes
I don't know about.

Dr. Crusher?

You will wish to know Lieutenant Worf
is much improved,

ready to return to duty.

- What was the diagnosis?
- A temporary mental aberration.

Doctor,

when such a diagnosis concerns
a Bridge officer,

I expect a better explanation.

Then I will have to first run some
cross-checks on the library computer.

Klingons are so unusual
in their reactions, aren't they?

Use Science Station 2, doctor.

Intriguing, doctor.

What does helm control have to do
with medical cross-checks?

Why am I...?

Is something wrong, doctor?

Doctor, are you all right?

Yes.

Yes.

I'll do my work in my office.

That's where I should be.

Do you want someone
to accompany you?

Captain, there is a malfunction
in this station.

I cannot bring
any information up on it.

Science 2
does not function either, sir.

Engineering to Captain Picard.

We have something wrong
with warp-drive circuitry, sir.

Transporter Room 6 to Bridge.

Reporting transporter console
malfunction, sir.

Data, this ship is less than a year
out of space dock.

What are the chances
of this occurring?

It is a virtual impossibility, sir.

So, what the hell is going on here?

And you're telling me that there are no
explanations for these malfunctions?

At least, sir, all the department heads
have reported the damage repaired.

That was not my question,
Number One.

What caused the malfunctions?

I believe it was a rampant
electronic short

that jumped from system to system,
sir.

But the only thing is, uh...

Yes, Mr. Singh?

That shouldn't be possible.

The affected systems don't generally
interact with each other.

Where they do, it wasn't an interlink
that was malfunctioning.

Have you spoken with Chief Engineer
Argyle about this problem?

With all the Engineering staff, sir.

They're just as puzzled.

Well, I'm not satisfied.

I want an explanation of this
by the time we reach Parliament.

But, sir...

By the time we reach Parliament,
Mr. Singh.

These weapons were taken
from two of your people

who were loitering out of sight

in the vicinity
of the Selay delegation's quarters.

Would you care to explain, sir?

These are not weapons, first officer.
They are tools.

We use these to dispatch
the animals we consume.

Your food supply is not on the same
deck as the Selay delegation, sir.

And you have to admit
that these could kill.

I admit some of my people
are impulsive.

And we all have reason
to hate the Selay.

They appear to have the
same feelings about you, sir.

Ah. The nature of politics.

Nevertheless, chief delegate, you're
on notice that all of your weapons,

no matter what their basic function,
are being confiscated.

Violence will not be tolerated
on the Enterprise.

Of course not.

And if any does occur,
let me assure you,

it will not be we Anticans who start it.

Thank you, sir.

But we will finish it.

Sir, warp power is fading.

Picard to Engineering.
What is the problem?

We've lost the warp engine
computer tie.

Warp 5, 4, 3, 2.

State-of-the-art vessel?

Data, signal Parliament
we'll be delayed.

We'll send a new arrival time
as soon as it is determined.

Sir, subspace radio is out.

All right, gentlemen,

your theories on this sudden
vulnerability in our systems.

If the Enterprise
were really this fragile, sir,

she never would have
left space dock.

Therefore, her systems failures
are not endemic to the ship,

but are the result of the actions
of an unknown adversary.

We have a saboteur aboard.

I believe I said that.

Gentlemen, the question is who?

I can't believe
it's one of our own people.

Agreed. It must be someone
from either alien delegation.

Now, if the Ferengi could have bought,
or bribed, even one of them,

that's all they'd need.

Ferengi contacts have been detected
on both Selay and Antica, sir.

Can either of you suggest
any other suspects?

You're sounding like
a private eye, sir.

Inquiry.

Private eye?

A private consulting investigator,
Data, who solves crimes.

Hmm. Most interesting occupation.

In the world of facts, probably not.

However, in literature,

criminal detection
can be a fascinating exercise.

The immortal Sherlock Holmes

would have an interesting
view of our mystery, I believe.

But I'm afraid we're going to have
to find our solution

without history's
greatest consulting detective.

How about here, Mr. Singh?

If the control network breaks off
at this point--

It bleeds warp engine commands
off into dead ends.

Excellent.

But I believe I can handle it from here,
Mr. Crusher.

But, sir--

You are scheduled
for classwork now.

- Sorry.
- Yes, sir.

But I don't learn nearly this much
in school.

I tend to agree.

But the captain's orders on this
are very clear.

Hi.

Solve any new problems today?

I was starting to, maybe.

Mr. Singh sent me off to class.

Wes, you're only an acting ensign.

You've gotta let the commissioned
officers do some of the work.

Mom, I've learned a lot more
than they understand.

For example, Channing's dilithium
crystals theory I was telling you about--

When were you telling me
about that?

This morning. Don't you remember?

Honestly, I don't remember.

Engineering to Captain Picard.
Security alert.

- Picard.
- Lieutenant Worf, sir.

I just found Mr. Singh.

He's dead.

Captain's log, stardate 41249.4

I've ordered
an immediate investigation

into the death
of Assistant Chief Engineer Singh.

We continue to run
on impulse power.

He could have been working there
restoring warp power.

Well, according to these readings,
we could go back to warp speed now.

Those aren't the same
readings as when I left.

Singh probably repaired it
just before he was killed.

He couldn't have repaired it, sir.
The problems were inside the engines.

Who else could have corrected it,
Wes?

Inform the Bridge of engine status.

Engineering to Bridge.
We now have warp capacity, sir.

All power online.

Well done. Warp engines ready
on previous heading.

Warp factor 6.

I tolerate these questions,
Lieutenant Yar,

because I need this vessel
to get us to Parliament.

Your shipboard problems
do not concern me.

They should.
Our delays are your delays.

The peace conference
will wait for us.

I must ask where you were during this
vessel's Earth hours of 1800 last night,

and 0700 this morning.

Eating.

Sir, we're talking about hours here.

It was a large meal, Lieutenant Yar,

and a very interesting animal.

You wanted me, doctor?

Yes, concerning
your memory blackout.

I still don't remember having one.

The same thing happened to me.

I want to try hypnosis on both of you.

It may restore your memory
as to what happened.

One thing is clear.

Almost all of the peace delegates
answered our questions with lies.

Imprecise, lieutenant.

They omitted certain truths,
which in itself tells us something.

We can learn something
from non-disclosure?

Indubitably, my good woman.

It's something the captain mentioned.
Sherlock Holmes.

Indubitably,
Data has been studying him.

Has studied, sir. Every case.

As Holmes would have pointed out,
during the time in question,

something was afoot.

Afoot?

While both sets of delegates
say they were in their quarters,

our crew locator sensed them
passing here and here.

But since it doesn't show
where they went, we're still in the dark.

On the contrary, my dear colleague.

On their return,
they drew medical supplies appropriate

to the treatment of minor wounds
and abrasions on these life-forms.

Which leaves us
with only one conclusion.

Exactly. That they were too engaged
in their own affairs

to have disabled the ship
and murdered the engineer.

Given the choice, they would rather kill
each other than any of us.

It's elementary, my dear Riker.

Sir.

Beverly, can you hear me?

I want you to go back in your mind

to the moment when you first recall
this sensation of memory loss.

Picture it exactly as it occurred.

He's lying on the hospital bed,
sedated.

I'm walking up to him.

I...

How do you feel at this moment,

as you lean over him
to take the specimen?

I feel someone else.

There's someone else who's there.

Not a-- Not alone.

Get out. Get out of my mind.

That's almost exactly what you said.

As though there was
something else inside you.

Which confirms the feeling of duality
that I sensed earlier in both of them.

Why didn't you report it?

Because, sir, I assumed, at first,

it was the kind of duality
that we Betazeds feel in all of you.

Even you, sir.

When you approach a decision
and ask yourself which direction to go,

who are you talking to?

Hmm.

Your hypnotism revealed
another form of duality?

Yes, sir.

I believe something invaded them.

It seems the only
possible conclusion.

Data--

Let's proceed without the pipe.

Yes, sir. If you wish, sir.

But I ask if you take it
as incontrovertible

that it cannot be a family member
or one of the crew?

Yes, very unlikely.

Then our investigation
was worthwhile, sir.

We've eliminated both the delegates
and the ship's regular complement.

Data, what are you suggesting?

I'm referring to the
great detective's credo, sir.

I quote:

"We must fall back on the old axiom
that when other contingencies fail,

whatever remains,
however improbable,

must be the truth."

That engine computer net
wasn't repaired, sir.

It just suddenly became all right.

Yeah, well, sometimes it's the result
that counts, you know?

What the--? Oh, no.

- What is it?
- Helm control just went down.

She won't respond.

Bridge to Captain.
You're needed here immediately.

Wes, alert Engineering
from your panel, all right?

I'm trying.

Report.

Helm is down, sir.
There's no apparent reason.

Captain, we've just dropped
to impulse power.

Sir, are you all right?
I thought I just saw...

I'm fine.

Everything is fine now.

Why the drop to impulse power,
lieutenant?

The helm is suddenly
malfunctioning, sir.

Malfunctioning?

You're wrong. Look again.

Captain, I was just--

Mr. La Forge?

There's nothing wrong with it now, sir.
Everything is just as it should be.

In that case, make our heading
925 mark 3...7.

Sir?

You have a problem with that heading,
lieutenant?

You wanna double back
on our course, sir?

Isn't that what I ordered?

Yes, sir.

Sir?

I'm puzzled by your
reversing our course.

That energy cloud, commander.

I believe it important
we have another look at it.

But we're behind schedule
for Parliament already.

I believe a very important scientific
discovery awaits us on this heading.

Perhaps you'd like to share
your reasoning on that, sir.

Yes, since we obtained only minimal
information on our sensor pass of it.

Right, Data.
We must go back to learn more.

Counselor,

do you believe a ship captain
should explain every order?

Of course not, sir.

I demand to see the captain.

Stop. Return to your quarters.

What is that doing on our deck?

I demand to know why this starship
has changed its course.

Please return to your quarters,
delegates.

A mere change of direction
hardly justifies mutiny.

Exactly what do you believe
you're sensing from him?

It's just the feeling that--

Well, that he's closed
part of his mind to me.

I just feel that
the captain has become,

perhaps, dangerous.

If he's dangerous...

If...

Then he'd have to be relieved
of command.

Which you could do, doctor, but it's
beaucoup trouble if you're wrong.

And at the moment,
it is all pure speculation.

He has done nothing
to subject the Enterprise to danger.

I'd need a medical log
citing clear evidence of incapacity.

You could do it without that problem.

Only if all command officers agreed
it was vital to do so.

But he has not been showing
any overt unusual behavior.

Ultimately, I believe he will.

As second in command,
it's still in your corner.

I'll order medical
and psychiatric exams.

You'll have to back me up somehow.

First officer's log, supplemental.

After meeting with the senior officers,
Dr. Crusher and I have decided

to approach the captain
regarding his recent behavior.

Yes?

I'd like you to come to Sickbay
for some examinations, captain.

Oh.

I'd be glad to when I'm free.

I'd like to conduct them now, sir.

Why?

What can I do for you,
Number One?

Sir, Counselor Troi has
recommended the examinations.

Same question. Why?

It is my duty to inform the captain

we believe he may be under
some kind of alien influence

which may constitute
a danger to this ship.

I consider it equally possible that
the two of you, and Counselor Troi,

are overworked
and possibly suffering hallucinations.

Now, this is an order. You will arrange
medical and psychiatric exams

both for yourself and them.

Doctor, are you aware everyone
is behaving strangely?

I'm concerned that you've suddenly
turned the ship away from its course.

What's happened to your mind,
doctor?

The search for knowledge
is always our primary mission.

I'm sorry, I--

I really am too busy
for this kind of nonsense.

Do I have to call security to force you
to report to the Sickbay?

No, sir.

What the hell?

Sorry. Wrong species.

- Riker to Security Chief.
- Yar here.

Security guard
to the Engineering deck.

The Selays are playing
hide-and-seek down here,

obviously with the Anticans.

It's a lethal game. I want them returned
to their quarters under guard.

Right away, sir.

Come.

What do you want?

Here are the results
from the exams you ordered, sir.

You don't care to inspect them?

Please, are you Jean-Luc?

He is here.

The Jean-Luc I know?

And more.

The more frightens me.

And elates us.

We wish you could understand
the glorious adventure ahead.

You and...?

Soon we'll both be home.

First officer's log, supplemental.

On the orders of Captain Picard,

we have returned to the vicinity
of the energy pattern cloud.

I am personally convinced
that something from this cloud

now shares the captain's mind.

But there seems to be nothing
we can do, at least within regulations.

We're now approaching
the cloud, sir.

Very well, Mr. La Forge.

Bring us to within 10,000 kilometers
and hold us there.

Aye, sir.

Shall we begin
the scientific tests you wanted, sir?

Oh, they're already under way.

I have an announcement
for the entire Bridge.

As many of you suspected,

when our ship passed through
the edge of this,

it accidentally carried away
a sentient being,

much like these energy patterns
we're seeing here.

Terrifying experience
for any intelligent being.

As if a great claw had reached down

and scooped one of you
from your home world.

Drawn into the energy circuits of this
vessel, it found its way to you, Worf.

Frantic at being taken
from its home world,

and recognizing you
as sentient beings, it pleaded for help,

but in ways you couldn't understand.

Desperately going
from person to person

and then discovering
the computer intelligence

in this ship's memory circuits.

Oh, simplistic intelligence,

but it furnished it enough

to slow this Enterprise thing
that had captured it.

And it very much regrets the
accidental death of Engineer Singh.

Captain.

Do you exist in combination
with this entity?

Is it in control of you, sir?

Very soon after we had combined, we
had learned much about each other.

Passion for exploration,
for the unknown,

we found we had similar dreams,
and it offered your captain a way

to realize them
beyond human expectation.

Captain,
I must speak to you privately, now.

I understand.

As an energy pattern,
free of the limitations of matter,

he might travel anywhere,
at any velocity.

Captain, do you hear me?

Sir, I see no way for you to journey
with an energy form.

Isn't there?

He's planning to beam himself
and the entity into that cloud.

The transporter need not pattern
your captain into matter.

We'll beam energy only,

and we will become a combined
energy pattern of our life-forms.

A resignation from this command

and from Starfleet
has been appropriately recorded.

I refuse to allow this, sir.

How does this resignation threaten
the ship or its crew in any way?

Captain Picard,
you are now relieved of duty.

I judge you to be disabled
and mentally incapacitated.

Security.

Red alert.

Restrain the captain.

Where is he?

This is blinding me.

Captain!

I'll help you, if you let me!

Someone restrain the captain!

First officer's log, supplemental.

More than an hour has passed since
the captain beamed out, energy only.

Every effort has been made
to determine his whereabouts.

The transporter chief has no idea
what the coordinates were, sir.

So he's just floating around out there?
How can we settle for that?

Give me a choice then.

Still no readings.
No sign of anything.

Mr. La Forge.

It's time to set a course for Parliament.
Warp 8.

We're really leaving him?

Commander, wait.

It's the captain.

But only the captain.

He's out there alone.

The entity, has it abandoned him?

No.

But the combination
wasn't possible out there.

He's in trouble, sir.
We have to beam him back.

Beam him back as what?
He's nothing but energy now.

Sir, the entity was caught
in the ship's circuitry.

The captain might try to get
in the same way if he's in trouble.

Bring us in closer, La Forge.

Moving in, sir, but where?

There's no way to know.

Let's hope he can
come part way himself.

Troi, is there any way
you can get a message to him?

I wish I could.

Sensors are monitoring the perimeter,
ship's circuitry, sir.

Nothing.

Bring us right into the edge of it,
La Forge.

Aye, sir.

Sir, on my sensor controls.

There's something here. I feel it.

Just as before. Going to Worf first.

Something crazy on my panel.

Commander Riker.

Static?

P for Picard?

He's in the ship's circuitry.

Come to the Transporter Room,
please.

There might be a way, sir. Hurry.

This is a wild theory, Data.

I knew we had to have
the captain's physical pattern here, sir.

He was the last one to beam out.

- Is what you're thinking possible?
- Unknown at this time, sir.

I hope the captain remembers
his physical pattern is here.

If he has, his energy has moved
into the Transporter relays by now.

I wish we had some sign
that he was in here.

I guess we have no choice
but to risk it.

Energizing, sir.

What the devil am I doing here?

Sounds like our captain.

But confused.

This Picard pattern was formed
before he went out there.

What's happening to me,
Number One?

I was preparing to beam out
to somewhere.

And I remember
there was talk of an entity,

but it all seems so vague.

I believe the captain
is now his separate self, sir.

Much of what happened
is naturally missing.

What are you talking about, Data?
Is this still Sherlock Holmes?

Indubitably, sir. Indubitably.

Hmm. Well, at least you got rid
of the damn pipe.

Dr. Crusher has asked me
to steer you past Sickbay.

She said you've been looking
very tired.

- Captain?
- Yes, lieutenant.

Sorry, commander,
but Security Team 2 reports

they've discovered a puddle of blood
outside the Selay quarters,

and they can't find
one of the delegates--

Lieutenant,
this couldn't have waited a moment?

It's good to see you, sir.

The problem is, is that
one of the cooks has just been asked

to broil reptile for the Anticans,
and it looks like the Selay delegate.

Riker, what with the peace delegates
and all,

I think I do need a rest.

Take charge, Number One.