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♪

RIKER:
You really think
after 35 years of loyalty

that I'm gonna betray
my friends for you?

No, Captain Riker, not for me.

PICARD:
Where is Will Riker?

Is he alive?

Me, Admiral?

I'm as good as dead.

Just like you.

GEORDI:
Simply put, this unit
is currently home

to both Data and Lore
simultaneously.

There is a clear partition,

each one fighting for dominance.
If I lift

that partition
and Lore prevails,

we might lose Data,
and this time forever.

SEVEN OF NINE:
Everything we've seen

indicates a coordinated effort
by the Changelings

to infiltrate Starfleet.

The entire Frontier Day ceremony
is in danger.

FACE:
Do whatever is necessary,

we must have the boy.

Do not fail me.

I've always felt...

[rumbling]

...different.

SIDNEY:
Jack, what-what should I do?

Was that you in my head?

Please. You have to trust me.

Solids like you ruin
every world you touch.

PICARD:
Picard to Shaw,

don't let them reach

the bridge access lift.

-[grunts]
-SEVEN OF NINE: Weapons ready.

Open a channel.

[over comm]:
Attention.

And, Jack, my dear,

it's time you learned
who you truly are.

♪

Let's start by
taking their eyes.

Enough is enough.

Lore can't control
what he can't access.

-I thought you unplugged him.
-I did.

This is her.

She's locking us out
from the bridge.

VADIC:
Now... take their ears.

Ensign Riggs to bridge.
Do you copy?

-Damn it. Comms are dead.
-[growling]

Fall back. Fall back!

[overlapping shouting]

Take the very road
ahead of them.

[panicked shouting]

VADIC:
With nowhere left to run.

[alarm blaring]

[shouting, weapons firing
over comm]

Can you access the ship's
security comms from here?

BEVERLY:
I'm trying, but the bridge
is locking us out.

-[screaming over comms]
-FEMALE: They've got us
pinned down!

Transport, security--
everything.

-[weapons continue firing]
-[screaming, shouting continues]

[comm shuts off]

There it is.

[alert blaring]

PICARD:
Damn it.

We must find a way
to regain manual control,

-or we lose everything.
-[alert stops]

[overlapping whispering voices]

SIDNEY:
What is he doing?

[overlapping voices continue]

MALE:
I'm all alone in here.

I need to regroup with my squad.

Where are all the others?

[whispering voices stop]

[growls]

[gasping]

Jack.

It's no use.

She's locked us out,

seized control of half
the bloody ship.

Titan is hers now.

[giggles]

[boatswain's whistle blows]

Attention, crew

of the Federation
starship USSTitan,

this is your captain speaking.

You are now without sight,

without sound,

without freedom of movement.

And with a tap of my finger,

without oxygen to breathe

or gravity to stand.

I can make the halls boil

or the crew mess snow with cold.

Or...

I can be on my way

with Jack Crusher in tow.

Consider that.

While I consider
which of these, uh,

fine officers up here
you might miss most.

So...

[inhales sharply]

So, Jack Crusher to the bridge,

would you, please.

♪

♪

[force fields warbling]

-[Riker groans]
-TROI: Hold still.

-[groaning]
-Hold still.
I'm trying to clean...

Shh. Don't be so dramatic.

I'm nearly done.

Oh...

Though your beard
has gone from brown to grey

to blood red.

The face of an old man
who can still take a punch.

[chuckles]

Almost.

I've missed you, imzadi.

Imzad...I should have
taught you another word.

Yintaru?

Yintaru?
What does that mean?

Baby of immense size.

[laughs]

[groans, sighs]

You've changed.

I can feel it.

In the nebula,

I came face-to-face
with bleakness.

I hadn't felt that since...

Well...

But when we came out of it...

...all I wanted
was to see your face.

I missed loving you, imzadi.

Oh, you are clearly concussed.

Oh, definitely.

But when they kill us,

at least I'll die... [sighs]

knowing I gave you
one final dose

-of the old Riker charm.
-[chuckles]

Well, you should know

the Changeling that came to
our home pretending to be you--

he was pretty charming, too.

-Really?
-Mm.

How charming?

-Good in bed, bad at pizza.
-Huh.

[laughs]: So just like me.

[both sigh heavily]

I knew they were imposters
the moment they arrived,

even though I can't really
read Changelings.

These...

-they're different.
-Yeah, we know.

-Evolved physiology.
-[door whooshes open, shuts]

Well, most of them have left
this ship with their leader,

along with her rage

and her anger and her vengeance.

Did we do the right thing,

giving them
the compromised code?

I couldn't let them torture you
anymore. I just couldn't.

And I knew Jean-Luc
would know what to do.

With any luck, right now,

he set a classic
Captain Picard trap.

And as we speak,
he's got her on the ropes.

Mm.

This is cozy.
I'm gonna take this with me.

[snorts]

Don't give me that look.
I won't apologize.

-You should have blown
the turbolift.
-But I didn't.

And I'd make
the same decision again.

I draw the line
at trading lives.

You are a Starfleet officer.

You don't have the luxury
to only make choices

that feel hunky-dory.

-[scoffs]
-Everything has consequences.

-Consequences
like saving your life?
-Commander Hansen...

My name is Seven of Nine.

Consequences
that haven't happened yet.

Not just to you or me,

but to the entire ship.

Send a team

to find our shy little fox,

while I try to coax him out
with some...

[sighs] fresh meat.

[door whooshes open, shuts]

[boatswain's whistle blows]

Ooh, Jack, dearest.

Are you pleased with yourself?

Forcing this chaos,

this suffering

upon your crew.

And still you refuse me.

You have ten minutes
to come to the bridge

or I'll execute one crew member

for every ten minutes
that follow.

Starting...

-...well, now.
-[comm chirps]

Absolutely not.

I will not let you
go up on the bridge.

-Jack, don't sacrifice yourself.
-PICARD: Once Vadic has you,

she will destroy the ship
before taking you

wherever the hell
she aims to take you.

JACK:
And where else can it be?

Where else
would a Changeling reside

but the Great Link--
the home world for their kind?

Vadic intimated revenge.

Her focus on who you are
suggests that

she has something more
infinitely complicated in mind.

Okay, well, let's be clear,
then, shall we?

I am not a Changeling.

I have never changed
into or from anything.

I-I am who I am, a talker--

not sleight of hand
but sleight of words--

all just to distract
from this-this feeling

that I have...

I've always been different.

But not...

not like their kind.
No, no, no. Not like that.

Not in that way.

But something has changed in me.

And if I tell you something,
both of you,

-I need you to swear to me...
-Of course, darling.

I can assure you, Jack,
I'm here.

I think I can retake the ship.

Jack, tell me how.

Vadic has the bridge.
Her people are everywhere.

Vadic has cut off our vision...

but I can still see.

I can connect to people.

See through their eyes,
move their bodies. I...

It-It's all in my head.

I can slip around them,
retake the bridge.

I-I know-I know
what this must sound like,

but time is running out
and I have to do something now.

Brain function is normal.
If he was hallucinating...

-These are not hallucinations.
-He's telling the truth.

I've seen him do
what he's talking about.

Felt him do it to me.

It saved my life.

This may indeed be
why they've been hunting you.

You're special,

in some way, unique.

If you can truly
do these things--

connect to one of our own--

there may be
something we can try.

In the event
of a hostile takeover,

high-ranking Starfleet officers

are given an override codex.

To lock down the ship
and all its systems.

But in this case, we can use it
to unlock it and regain control.

Except that Vadic
has control of every console

on the ship
except on the bridge.

What if I can get up there?

Through them?

I can maybe, just-just possibly

reach out,

connect, or...

even control one of our own.

I can try.

I have to try.

One minute left, Jack.

How exciting.

Input this codex
into the console...

How did you know?

How did you know Jean-Luc
Picard's override codex?

Unless...

Oh, my, my, my.

Is that you in there,
Jack Crusher?

Look at you,

finally living up
to all your potential.

[gasps]

She knows.

-Open comms.
-[boatswain's whistle blows]

Jack, I'm afraid

your first ten minutes
have expired.

[growls]

-Let them go.
You want to do this. Take me.
-SHAW: Hansen...

Hansen!

[whispering]:
Hansen.

There is nothing...

nothing you can do.

He's right.

What's your name?

Ensign Kova Rin Esmar.

Communications,

-USSTitan.
-Jack, don't.

[growls]

And you?

Lieutenant Matthew Arliss Mura.
Tactical.

No! No.

Tell me something else.

Tell me about
someone who loves you.

My... my son.

A son.

Picard has a son.

Why don't you tell him
to come up here.

I can't.

Because I'm Starfleet.

Want to see
what control looks like?

[whimpering]

Tell them.

SEVEN OF NINE:
She just executed
Lieutenant T'Veen.

-[Esmar gasps]
-Jack.

-Come to the bridge.
-[crying]

If not...

...we'll have to repeat
this little exercise

again and again and again.

RIKER:
TheTitan's strategic advantage
won't last.

They're still outgunned.

We may not survive.

Kestra will have lost everyone.

You're not giving up again,
are you?

You left
the second Jean-Luc called

and put half a galaxy
between us.

I know you were angry
at what I did when Thad died,

but you gave up.

I didn't give up.

I was numb.

You know why?

Because our son died, Deanna,

-and I needed to feel the grief.
-[sighs]

Your grief was taking you over.

You were disappearing from us.

And you used your Betazoid
powers to push yourself

inside my head to dull the pain.

And when that
wasn't enough for you,

we both gave up.

Well, unlike you,

I felt the weight
of everyone's grief

and not just my own.

It was
my last connection to him,

and you tried to erase it.

Not erase it.

Take it.

Help you carry it.

But I forgot the one thing that

all counselors should remember.

You can't skip
to the end of healing.

Besides,

if anyone's
leaving that planet, it's me.

I thought you loved Nepenthe.

No.

We went there for Thad, but
it's not really my cup of tea.

Honey.

-It's not mine either.
-That house--

it's like it was designed
by a cabal

of retro prairie hipsters.

Even the way the-the
front stairs groaned at me.

It's a very judgy foyer.

And those birds every morning,

like screaming babies.

Nepenthian Red-winged Banshees--
horrible.

You know what they say, the only
thing worse than a woodpecker...

BOTH [laughing]:
Is a two-headed woodpecker.

I miss the city, Will.

I miss crowds and

raktajino lattes and people.

I miss people--

angry, joyful,
complicated people.

Then why are we there?

Because we have to be willing

to go through that door
to what's next.

-[door whooshes open]
-Here they come.

-Don't touch her.
-[growling]

[groans]

-Worf!
-Worf!

-One's personal space
is a right.
-TROI: Oh.

Deanna.

I have counted the days

since I last saw you,

like waves in the ocean:
constant and unending.

I have thought
of your empathic gifts

often during my self-evaluation.

-Well, that's wonderful, Worf.
-Inappropriate.

The work I've done on myself...

the level of sensitivity
that I have achieved

has been
in more ways than one...

Is this a rescue mission or
a continuation of the torture?

We must leave.

First, there is something
you must see.

JACK:
What other choice do we have?

We all know this only ends
by me going up to the bridge

and turning myself over.

If I stay here,
eventually she's gonna find me.

But if I go, at least there's
a chance she'll spare the rest.

Jack, please don't do this.
It won't solve anything.

I've tried everything to regain
control of even just one system.

In a year, I could write
a code that could

maybe override her commands.

In month, my father could do it,
but in minutes?

We'd need
an asynchronous AI matrix

capable of computational speeds

beyond 90 trillion
operations a second.

What?

Data, can you hear me in there?

Or am I talking to Lore?

Six years ago,

you brought a gift to
my anniversary dinner on Rigel.

A Chateau Picard Bordeaux,
which you said was too dry

because your taste in wine
is pedestrian at best.

Definitely Picard.

[phasers power off]

Geordi, we have a plan
to regain control of the ship.

We need your robot friend
to talk to the ship,

access its systems and override
Vadic's bridge command.

We can't risk reconnecting him.
It-it...

Data's not exactly
alone in there.

You said there was
some kind of partition

-separating Data's matrix
from Lore's.
-That's a good thing, too.

Otherwise,
there'd be nothing there

to prevent Lore
from completely erasing Data.

Well, couldn't we just
reverse that?

You raise the partition

and Data erases Lore,
then takes control of the ship.

Data's ethical subroutines

don't permit him to take a life

of any kind.

Dad, we're out of options.

[sighs]

All right, uh, th-this
is gonna take time.

I can get you time.

[door whooshes open]

[door whooshes shut]

GEORDI:
Okay, we only have
one chance at this.

When we remove the partition,

there is no going back.

No safeguards, no backups.

Data.

If you can hear me in there,

better buckle up.

["Le Chevalier" by Marie-Martine
Bisson & Marc Brunet playing]

LORE:
Your friend is removing
the partition between us.

He's hoping you will
overpower me so they can

regain control
of their little ship.

Whatever he's attempting,
it will only hasten the end.

For you.

GEORDI:
So, you say everything in here
has some significance?

DATA:
Holmes collected nothing--
neither trinkets nor thoughts,

which were not specifically
significant to him.

Reminiscing, are we?

Scanning through
your meaningless memorabilia?

In my mind,

you would find mightier things.

Symbols of power, conquest--

the only sensible measure
of the success of a life.

While you...

-you collect trinkets.
-DATA: ...neither trinkets
nor thoughts,

which were not specifically...

These trinkets are my memories.

The only sensible measure
of the worth of a life.

And what a fairy tale it's been.

While I was
left abandoned, alone,

you were showered with
all the love and friendship

the galaxy could offer.

[scoffs]
What a waste.

You can't even feel enough
to enjoy it.

[gasps] What...

what-what have you done?

I'm overpowering you, brother,

as I always could.

One life-form...

replacing another.

Evolution, my dear Watson.

WORF:
Raffaela.

Don't worry. It's still me.

WORF:
All clear.

TROI:
Jean-Luc.

Do not worry. It is not him.

It is only his former shell.

His biological body
before he went positronic.

This is what the Changelings
really wanted

-from Daystrom Station.
-WORF: However,

it is not Picard's body
they wanted

-but what it contained.
-RAFFI: They removed

portions of his parietal lobe,

sections that were infected
with Irumodic Syndrome.

Why the hell
would they want that?

I think I can download
the database.

-Raffi.
-Deanna.

-Mm.
-Strange days, huh?

You're telling me.

COMPUTER:
Download complete.

RIKER:
Riker to Titan.

-[static over comm]
-You read me?

The shields are up. Comms down.

They've lost control
of the ship.

[alarm blaring]

Your absence
has been discovered.

We must return to the shuttle.
Now.

It's time for me
to give another demonstration

of my impatience.

Don't you dare!

COMPUTER: Turbolift active.

Baby boy.

I was sure you'd decline
my invitation.

No. My mother taught me
better manners than that.

I even brought you a gift.

COMPUTER:
Unknown device detected.

GEORDI:
Lore's matrix is growing.

His programing
is overriding Data,

devouring him bit by bit.

PICARD:
There must be a way
we can stop it.

GEORDI:
No, Jean-Luc.

This battle is all Data's now.

DATA:
Curious.

I'm finding it difficult
to maintain focus.

Not your focus, brother,

your existence.

I'm consuming you.

At any moment,

you will simply cease to be.

And all these memories,

so priceless to you,

will simply fade away.

My memories define me.

I am who I am
because they exist.

Even though I do not share

your desire to dominate,

I recognize,

given my current state,

I am powerless to stop you.

Indeed.

I hoped you'd see it that way.

PICARD:
Data, please,

fight, damn it.

We need you, old friend.

We need to retake the bridge.

VADIC:
I'm confused.

-Do you think that will kill me?
-JACK: Maybe.

Maybe not.

I'm quite sure of one thing,
though: it will kill me.

So if you want me alive,
you let them go.

There's really
no point resisting.

[inhales sharply]
Jack, Jack, Jack.

Like a jack-in-the-box

ready to pop, pop, pop.

They've served their purpose.

Lock them in there.

Hansen, what are you doing?!

Accepting the consequences.

You really should have gone.

You really shouldn't have
come up.

VADIC:
How fitting it is

for you to stay
and witness this.

Vadic, I'm here. Come on.

Tell me, what do you want
from me?

Your gifts.

My gifts?

Well, seeing as you know
so much about them,

why don't you indulge me,
tell me, flatter me.

What are they?

Ooh, Jack Crusher.

What's it like?

Roaming from planet to planet,

species to species,

but never able to outrun

that awful,

constant shadow...

...of isolation?

Loneliness?

[sighs]
A life in service to others--

a calling?

Or was it...

guilt?

Did you always know--
deep, deep down--

what you are?

Look, Vadic,

if at any point
you want to stop talking

in batshit circles,
I'm all ears.

Ears?

Yes.

You've heard them, haven't you?

The voices.

What's that like?

After years

of solitude, silence,

then finally s-s...

so many voices.

I can help you...

...put the pieces together.

The answers.

The choice is yours, Jack.

Are you not curious
to see what's behind that...

red door?

What is she talking about?

GEORDI:
Data's primary functions

are beginning to shut down.

Lore's writing his own code.

We're about
to lose Data forever.

DATA:
Included in this memory

are the many hours I spent

playing poker with my friends.

These belong to you now.

Tell me.

Why are you
giving me these things?

Because you have had nothing

while I have had everything.

PICARD:
Geordi, I'm no expert,

but this looks like surrender.

[Spot meows]

[meows]

This is Spot.

This simple creature

managed something...

quite miraculous.

Something of which
I did not know I was capable.

In a way,

he taught me to love.

He is the best of me.

-The last of me. Yes.
-[meows]

[gasps]

Damn.

[breathes sharply]

That's it.

That's it, he's gone.

[Spot meows]

[gasps]

I f-feel...

What's happening?

I merely discovered
the error in your deception.

That my memories were not
without value to you.

I knew,
because they belonged to me,

you would see them as trophies

and be unable to resist them.

You took the things
that were me,

and in doing so...
you have become me.

We...

are one now.

We...

are me.

Goodbye, brother.

Goodbye, brother.

[gasps, pants]

Data?

Yes.

[Data sighs]

Data, we need your help.

-The ship is in trouble.
-Say no more.

Accessing ship systems.

RIKER [over comm]:
Shuttlecraft Emerson toTitan.
Do you read?

He did it.
We've got comms back.

Shu-Shuttle, it's La Forge.
We read you.

Ensign, what's going on
over there?

Vadic took control of the ship,

but we're taking it back
and we need you.

You're clear to dock.

RAFFI:
Copy that. Coming to assist.

-[boatswain's whistle blows]
-Greetings USS Titan.

This is your friendly,
positronic,

pissed-off security system
back on line.

Find them. Go.

DATA:
Unwanted guests

and monologuing protoplasms,

I am announcing
an immediate shift change.

Hey, boys.

[grunting]

DATA:
Jack Crusher,

you are up.

That's my cue.

What the hell are you doing?

[shouts]

-Picard, do it now!
-PICARD: Bridge,

open the evacuation
hatch, now.

[alarm blares]

Get off my bridge.

Oh, fucking solids.

Picard, close it now!

♪

Captain Shaw, may I present
your ship back.

Stations.

We're not done yet.

ESMAR:
Captain Riker's team
is back on board, sir.

Commander.

You take this one.

Lieutenant Mura,
target the Shrike.

With pleasure, Commander.

Give it everything we've got.

Fire!

♪

You did well.

But you're still throwing
from the left shoulder.

What?
That's bullshit.

WORF:
You must snap at the wrist.

-That's what I was doing.
-You all right?

You're scary.

[groans softly]

RIKER:
Deanna? What's wrong?

[sighs] There's a darkness
on this ship.

All-consuming darkness.

Welcome back, Commander.
We've missed you.

I hope, in me...

...you will see the friend
you once knew.

[chuckles softly]

For better or worse,
I am changed.

[scoffs]
Clearly older.

Young or old, we are so glad
to have you back.

Thank you, doctor.

It has always been
my desire to...

know the totality
of the human experience.

I have already tasted death.

-But this...
-[neck cracks]

Oh.

[exclaims softly]

This is new.

I believe...

we're good here.

Hey, Data.

-You just used a contraction.
-No, I didn't.

[stammers]
No, I-I heard you clearly...

[laughs]

It appears I'm capable
of using contractions now.

And humor, too.

Wow. That certainly is new.

Many things are new to me,

including myself.

I am still Data

but also Lore, B-4,

all that Dr. Soong
programed into this body.

Well, tell me.

How do you feel?

I feel... [sighs]

I feel.

Well...

I hope that you can sense,
as fully as any human

has ever felt anything,

how happy I am
to have my friend back.

And it would be negligent
of me not to say,

despite my many changes,

the one thing that
will remain forever constant

is my gratitude
for your friendship.

-Data! [chuckles]
-Counselor.

Admiral, ladies and gentlemen,

allow me to introduce you
to the newest version

of a very old friend.

With an upgrade, I'm told.

Oh, I am mostly myself,
I assure you.

Albeit with a dash
of computational joie de vivre.

PICARD:
The last time we spoke,

you wished to experience death.

As happy as I am
that you're here, I hope that

we haven't betrayed that wish.

No, sir.

I know that me

is resting peacefully.

But this me...

This me would rather be
no place else in the universe.

Join us.

It's been a long time
since we all

sat around a table like this.

Too long, really, by far.

I am so grateful to be here.

Hardship may have
brought me here,

but I want you all to know
that there

wasn't a day all those years

that I didn't miss all of you.

TROI:
And we missed you, too.

I even found myself talking
to you on my darkest days.

Well, on my happiest ones, too.

It turns out you give
really good advice,

even when you're not there.

So you were always in my heart

-when it mattered.
-Thank you.

I have slaughtered countless
enemies over the years

and considered sending
their heads to all of you.

But I was advised that
that was...

-passive-aggressive.
-[scattered laughter]

All that matters is that

we are together once more,

because I need you,
all of you.

Changelings have
infiltrated Starfleet.

Whatever it is
they've got planned,

Frontier Day is just hours away.

RIKER:
And we've got almost no answers.

We're analyzing the data
that we pulled from the Shrike

to see what it was that they
were extracting from your body.

If I may, this is all
factual information

that ignores a...

an emotional truth.

One which I felt the moment
I set foot on this vessel.

Whatever the Changelings
have in store for Frontier Day

is tied directly to Jack.

There's something
happening to him.

Visions, voices.

He has abilities that we...
we just can't explain.

PICARD:
And whatever the cause,

it is getting stronger.

TROI:
There's a darkness
with that boy.

Not in him, but...

around him,
passing through him.

And a voice inside him--
ancient and weak.

But a voice that isn't his own.

I think it's time
I met your son.

Are you ready?

Well, I'll say this.

You don't spend
a lifetime practicing

the art of
charismatic deflection

because you want
to invite people in.

Well, as a counselor,

I would normally
wait for you to seek me out,

but I think we can both agree

that the quickest path
to the truth

is what everyone
needs right now.

So...

[trembling breath]

Jack.

Stay with me.

Follow my voice.

Jack, have you ever--

in your dreams,
in your imagination,

even perhaps when you're awake--

have you ever seen a door?

JACK:
The red door.

-The talking door.
-WHISPERING VOICES: Jack. Jack.

-The door I've no desire
to open.
-Why?

'Cause I'm terrified
about what's behind it.

[growling]

-It's time
to open the door, Jack.
-No.

No.

I don't know that I can.

WHISPERING VOICE:
Jack...

We'll go together.

You're not alone.

[creaking, rumbling]

[whispering voices echoing]

WHISPERING VOICE:
Jack.

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