Captain's log, Stardate 44085.7. Due to a medical emergency, we have
been forced to cut short a two day liberty on Ogus Two and set course
for Starbase four one six. It seems a young man's practical joke has
come dangerously close to a lethal conclusion.
(Troi escorts a teenager into the room)
RIKER: Well Mister Potts, why don't we start at the beginning?
JAKE: We were at the arcade, sir. I brought this balloon with me,
filled with red pillion dye. You see, Willie is always making fun of
me. I figured I'd get him back.
TROI: Hey, hey, slow down.
JAKE: We programmed the game for an ordinary laser duel. You know,
twenty one points. Four points for a
RIKER: I'm familiar with the game. Go on.
JAKE: We went out to the forest behind the east arcade. I told Willie
that his laser pistol looked kind of funny, almost like a real one.
When I went behind the trees, I put the balloon into my vest, and then
RIKER: So you made your nine year old brother believe that he'd killed
JAKE: Yes, sir.
RIKER: And then he ran away?
JAKE: Yes, sir.
RIKER: And while he was hiding he ate the fruit of a cove palm.
JAKE: It was just a joke, sir. I didn't think this was going to happen.
RIKER: Are you aware of the infectious nature of the parasites which
inhabit cove palm?
JAKE: I am, I am now, sir.
RIKER: Are you also familiar with the terms I agreed to keep you boys
on the Enterprise when your parents went on sabbatical?
JAKE: That we'd stay out of trouble, sir.
RIKER: Mister Data?
DATA [OC]: On my way, sir.
RIKER: Think about it, Mister Potts. And while you're at it, think
about what may have happened had we not been this close to a starbase
RIKER: Were you able to contact the boy's parents?
DATA: They've been made fully aware of the situation, sir.
RIKER: Good. Escort this young man to the quarantine anteroom. Perhaps
he could assist us in lifting his brother's spirits.
DATA: Aye, sir.
JAKE: He really could die.
DATA: Fortunately we are only two days from Starbase four one six, and
their laboratory can isolate
(Data acts as if he's listening to something only he can hear)
JAKE: Can isolate what, sir?
(Data goes to the turbolift controls)
JAKE: Their laboratory can isolate what, Commander? Sir, sir, I know I
made a mistake, and I can tell you're angry, but if you're not going to
talk to me
(Data gets off at the Bridge instead of Sickbay)
RIKER: Back so soon, Mister Data?
(Data goes to his station and starts tapping in commands)
LAFORGE [OC]: La Forge to Bridge.
PICARD: Go ahead, Commander.
LAFORGE [OC]: Captain, we've completed our dilithium vector
calibrations. We are currently at warp four point five. You're clear to
increase to warp seven.
PICARD: Very good, Geordi. Let me know if you
WORF: Captain, did you request a course correction?
LAFORGE [OC]: I didn't say we could increase speed to warp nine point
WESLEY: New course set for heading three four one mark two two one.
RIKER: Course set by whom?
WESLEY: Not by me, Commander.
PICARD: What's going on?
RIKER: Data, who programmed the new coordinates?
WESLEY: Warp nine point three, Commander.
LAFORGE [OC]: I don't advise this, Captain.
LAFORGE: If we're going to maintain our realignment
progressions we shouldn't be pushing warp eight for at least an hour.
(The lights dim)
COMPUTER: Evacuate Bridge. Deck one life support failure in thirty
RIKER: Turbolifts two, three, four, everyone.
PICARD: Transfer helm to Engineering, Geordi.
LAFORGE [OC]: Aye, sir.
RIKER: La Forge, let's get a diagnostic sweep underway.
COMPUTER: Evacuate Bridge. Deck one life support failure in twenty
PICARD: Reassemble in Engineering.
(Data is the only one left on the Bridge)
COMPUTER: Evacuate Bridge. Deck one life support failure in ten
(Data starts working on a rear science station)
COMPUTER: Deck one life support has been terminated.
KOPF: Our velocity is holding steady at warp nine
point three. Do you wish to override, Commander?
LAFORGE: No, not yet. Computer, isolate cause of life support failure.
COMPUTER: Atmosphere conditioning pumps on deck one are operating in
LAFORGE: How could that be? There are seven independent safety
interlocks to prevent that.
(Picard and Worf enter, then others)
LAFORGE: Captain, I believe we've found the problem, but it really
doesn't make sense.
PICARD: Bring the Enterprise to a full stop, Commander.
LAFORGE: Aye, sir. Full stop, Ensign.
KOPF: It's not responding, sir.
LAFORGE: I'm going to have to do this at the manual input level, sir.
RIKER: We're still at the altered heading, Captain, holding at warp
nine point three.
WORF: Captain. Force fields have been established on all main Bridge
turbolift doors and service crawlways.
PICARD: Computer, locate Lieutenant Commander Data.
COMPUTER: Commander Data is on the main Bridge.
RIKER: What the hell is he up to?
PICARD: Number One, take a security team up to deck two. Try and break
through from below. Commander?
LAFORGE: Everything's locked up, Captain. We have no control of impulse
or warp engines from here.
WESLEY: Navigation's not responding either, sir.
PICARD: Picard to main bridge.
PICARD [OC]: Commander Data, do you hear me? I
repeat. Data, do you hear
(Data cuts off the comm.)
DATA: Computer. Recognise Data, Lieutenant Commander. Alpha One
COMPUTER: Priority clearance recognition Alpha One.
DATA: Maintain minimum auxiliary power and disengage subspace
WESLEY: He is on the Bridge, sir.
PICARD: Mister La Forge, prepare for saucer separation.
WESLEY: Sir, we're at Warp nine three.
PICARD: I am aware of the risks, Ensign. When the umbilical splits, we
should regain primary control, do you agree?
LAFORGE: Yes, sir.
PICARD: The saucer module should fall out of warp in two minutes. Be
prepared to sweep back. Pull it in with a tractor beam.
WORF: Aye, sir.
PICARD: Initiate auto sequence.
DATA: (doing a perfect imitation) Computer,
recognise Picard, Jean-Luc. Alpha Two clearance.
COMPUTER: Priority clearance recognition, Alpha Two.
DATA: Cancel separation sequence.
COMPUTER: Sequence cancelled.
DATA: Isolate all remaining command functions and accept related orders
and inquiries from main Bridge only.
LAFORGE: The separation sequence has been aborted,
PICARD: Computer, recognise Jean-Luc Picard, Alpha Two priority, and
re-establish separation procedure immediately.
COMPUTER: Orders regarding command functions are no longer accepted
from your present location.
PICARD: And just what location are they accepted from?
COMPUTER: Interface terminals on main Bridge only.
WESLEY: You're the only one who has clearance to localise command
PICARD: It seems Commander Data has it them as well.
(Riker is up the ladder, Worf at the bottom)
WORF: The isolinear subprocessor extends three point five metres.
RIKER: I've got a clear path to panel J14 baker. What's that going to
do for us?
WORF: J14 baker backs onto science station two, Commander.
RIKER: Have they reinverted the environmental control sequencer?
WORF: Yes, sir. Life support has been re-established.
RIKER: Then you and Casey get up here. Let's get to it.
DATA: Computer, configure a perimeter field charge,
sections Nine K through Twelve T.
RIKER: What the hell was that?
WORF: He's activated a force field, sir.
RIKER: Great. Just great.
PICARD: Chief O'Brien.
O'BRIEN [OC]: Yes, Captain.
PICARD: We had better disable the site to site transport function.
PICARD [OC]: When we get wherever we're going, I
don't want Mister Data beaming off the Bridge.
O'BRIEN: I'll get right to it, sir.
PICARD: Doctor Crusher.
CRUSHER [OC]: Yes, Captain.
PICARD: Is your quarantine intact?
CRUSHER [OC]: So far, sickbay force fields don't seem to have been
PICARD: The boy?
(The child is in effectively what is a glass box
the size of a large bed, with it's own ventilation system)
CRUSHER: He's alright. But he's not going to stay alright. Sir, we have
to get this ship to a starbase medical facility.
PICARD [OC]: It seems, Doctor
PICARD: That Data has other plans for the
Enterprise right now.
(Beverly is tending to her 'boy in a bubble')
CRUSHER: Oh, Come on, I can't believe that. Everybody's played a
practical joke on somebody at one time or another.
WILLIE: Not me.
CRUSHER: Not even a little one? How about April Fools? I can't believe
that you're telling me that you've never tried to pull something even
on April Fools' Day?
WILLIE: What for? It's never funny to the one getting fooled.
CRUSHER: Well, I'm sure your brother didn't intend for it too get out
this of hand. Certainly not to the degree it has. Take a deep breath.
WILLIE: What's so funny about making someone think you killed them?
CRUSHER: Take a deep breath. Have you been drinking all the water I
asked you to?
CRUSHER: Well, keep it up. There might have a short delay in reaching
starbase and I want
(Troi and Jake enter. Willie turns his back to them)
JAKE: There, you see? How can I tell him if he's not going to listen to
TROI: Why don't you try, Jake?
JAKE: It's just a waste of time. He won't listen.
(Jake rushes off down the corridor again)
(The Enterprise has established orbit around a
DATA: Computer, prepare to transport me directly to the following
COMPUTER: Site to site transport interlocks have been manually
DATA: Can you override?
DATA: Show me the shortest route to Transporter room one. Computer,
prepare to activate cascade force field sequence in the following
LAFORGE: No matter what we try, the computer will
only accept commands from the Bridge, sir.
WORF: He has blocked every subspace channel, sir. We cannot even call
PICARD: Have you tried tracing back navigation inputs?
WESLEY: We don't even know what star system we're in, sir.
RIKER: The only way we knew we'd come out of warp was by looking out a
O'BRIEN [OC]: O'Brien to Captain Picard.
PICARD: Go ahead, Chief.
O'BRIEN [OC]: Captain, he's up to something.
PICARD: What now?
O'BRIEN: He discovered the site to site lockout. I
wouldn't be surprised if he
O'BRIEN: Tried to make it to a transporter room
PICARD: Mister Worf, I want security teams along the main passageways
and in every transporter
room. And see if the computer would be good enough to give you the
precise stun setting to disable Mister Data.
WORF: Yes, sir.
PICARD: Computer, estimate the time from this location to Starbase four
one six at warp nine.
COMPUTER: Inquiries regarding command functions are no longer accepted
from your present location.
DATA: (imitating Picard) Computer, establish a
security code for access to all functions previously transferred to
COMPUTER: Enter code.
DATA: One seven three four six seven three two one four seven six
Charlie three two seven eight nine seven seven seven six four three
Tango seven three two Victor seven three one one seven eight eight
eight seven three two four seven six seven eight nine seven six four
three seven six. Lock.
COMPUTER: Security code intact for all specified inquiries and orders.
DATA: Computer, initiate cascade sequence, accepting instructions from
Commander Data en route. (enters turbolift) Now.
LAFORGE: He's out! Security team approaching
(The security team that see Data exit the turbolift
get stopped by a forcefield, then the man who follows him)
DATA: Intersection eight J, aft port. Establish.
(Right on the noses of the team who arrive at the junction just after
WORF: I order you to stop.
DATA: Computer, begin scan phase.
(Worf's phaser shot is blocked. The forcefield moves with Data, pushing
Worf and his team backwards)
WORF: No, no, that's too close.
RIKER: This has gone far enough, Data.
DATA: Computer, three metre cross seal.
((Riker O'Brien and a guard are trapped behind a forcefield. Riker
pulls his phaser)
O'BRIEN: I wouldn't advise that, sir. The phase coils don't take well
RIKER: What's he doing?
O'BRIEN: He's reactivating the site to site transport interlocks.
RIKER: Does that mean he'll be able to
(Data is beamed away)
(It's a lush jungle planet, with insect and bird
sounds. There in the midst is a typical mad scientist lair, all
coloured liquids, electricity in a jar, books scattered on most
surfaces, a skull on a shelf. Data enters and stands still. A figure in
loose clothing and slippers is currently up a ladder. He descends,
showing himself to be a very old man who looks rather like Data.)
SOONG: You're right on time.
(We next see Data reclining in a chair. The old man has just finished
doing something to his communicator)
SOONG: Open. One of these. And one of these. There you are.
(Data sits up)
DATA: I fail to recall how I arrived here.
SOONG: I sent for you. In a manner of speaking.
DATA: And who are you, sir? Data to Enterprise. Enterprise, do you read
SOONG: I always loved that face. Please sit down.
DATA: We were heading for a medical facility. I was taking the boy's
brother to Sickbay and
SOONG: I'm sure your starship will be back for you soon. Please, sit
DATA: I must find a way to contact the Enterprise.
SOONG: Tell me, do I look somewhat familiar to you?
DATA: You do bear a resemblance to Doctor Noonian Soong, the
cyberneticist who constructed me. But, Doctor Soong was killed shortly
afterward by the Crystalline Entity.
(Soong goes back up the ladder, whizzes it along it's track and finds
the book he wants)
SOONG: There we are. It's your lucky day, Data. You've found your long
lost father, and he's alive. What do you think of that?
DATA: But the colony was destroyed. There were no survivors.
SOONG: I've never felt too comfortable living anywhere without a
prearranged route of escape. I admit, I wouldn't have guessed I'd be
running from a giant snowflake, but
DATA: It is really you.
LAFORGE: Captain, the quarantine field in Sickbay.
PICARD: You have access to it?
WESLEY: When he transferred force field control to the Bridge, he must
have only specified fields he was planning to initiate. The quarantine
field was already operating.
LAFORGE: Under normal circumstances, we could divert that field energy
and use it to cancel the force field protecting the Bridge, but we have
to retain the medical quarantine.
PICARD: Determine the absolute minimum field energy Doctor Crusher
needs and use the rest to get me onto my Bridge.
CRUSHER: How are you this morning?
WILLIE: Not so great. I'm having trouble standing up. I get sort of
CRUSHER: You heard the old story about the man who goes to his doctor?
He says, Doctor, it hurts when I raise my arm like this. The Doctor
says, then don't raise your arm like that.
WILLIE: So, if I get dizzy standing up
CRUSHER: Then don't stand up.
LAFORGE: Okay Doc, we're ready. If all goes well, you shouldn't notice
CRUSHER: Make sure it goes well, Commander.
(La Forge and the engineer leave)
CRUSHER: Your brother tells me that you still won't speak to him.
CRUSHER: It's very hard on him, too. He feels very guilty about what
happened. He's your brother.
WILLIE: Why is everybody so worried about him? I'm the one who's sick.
I'm the one who's going to die.
CRUSHER: Hey, nobody is going to die, Willie. Do you hear me? Nobody!
WORF: Captain, we are in.
PICARD [OC]: We're on our way, Lieutenant.
WORF: Computer, restore tactical station.
COMPUTER: Deactivation of command function overrides requires Alpha Two
RIKER: Beverly thinks its going to be tight. Let's
hope he didn't take us too far off course.
PICARD: Let's hope.
WORF: It won't answer to my clearance, sir.
PICARD: Computer, this is Captain Picard. Return all command functions
to the stations.
COMPUTER: Alpha Two clearance recognised. Please enter security code.
PICARD: Security code?
LAFORGE: Data! I was afraid of something like this.
WORF: Sensors are operative.
RIKER: Well, at least that's something. What have you got?
WORF: No fix on Data, but I am picking up a single life form on the
surface, sir. It appears human.
PICARD: That's a human that has the answers to a lot of questions.
WORF: Something else.
PICARD: What is it?
WORF: A small vessel, entering orbit. I detect no lifeforms aboard,
(Data is rubbing his stomach while patting his
SOONG: Good. Good, good, good. Keep it up. Keep it up. Old Tom Handy
swore you'd never master that. Data, Data, whistle for me.
(Data does his bad, off-key 'Pop goes the Weasel')
SOONG: Oh, well. All right, that's enough. Sit down. (he inspects a
plant) Beautiful, beautiful. You know, I've been able to keep track of
you from time to time. You've become something of a celebrity in
cybernetic circles. Data, why Starfleet?
SOONG: I gave you the ability to choose whatever you wanted. To do
whatever you wanted. Why Starfleet?
DATA: It was Starfleet officers who rescued me.
SOONG: Ah. So you decided to emulate your emancipators, huh? How
DATA: What choice of vocation would have met with your approval, sir?
SOONG: Well, I often hoped you might become a scientist. Perhaps even a
DATA: To follow in your footsteps, as it were?
SOONG: I see nothing wrong with that.
DATA: May I ask you a question, sir?
SOONG: Certainly. Anything you like.
DATA: Why did you create me?
SOONG: Why does a painter paint? Why does a boxer box? You know what
Michelangelo used to say? That the sculptures he made were already
there before he started, hidden in the marble. All he needed to do was
remove the unneeded bits. It wasn't quite that easy with you, Data. But
the need to do it, my need to do it, was no different than
Michelangelo's need. Now let me ask you a question. Why are humans so
fascinated by old things?
DATA: Old things?
SOONG: Old buildings, churches, walls, ancient things, antique things,
tables, clocks, knick knacks. Why? Why, why?
DATA: There are many possible explanations.
SOONG: If you brought a Noophian to Earth, he'd probably look around
and say, tear that old village down, it's hanging in rags. Build me
something new, something efficient. But to a human, that old house,
that ancient wall, it's a shrine, something to be cherished. Again, I
ask you, why?
DATA: Perhaps, for humans, old things represent a tie to the past.
SOONG: What's so important about the past? People got sick, they needed
money. Why tie yourself to that?
DATA: Humans are mortal. They seem to need a sense of continuity.
SOONG: Ah hah!! Why?
DATA: To give their lives meaning. A sense of purpose.
SOONG: And this continuity, does it only run one way, backwards, to the
DATA: I suppose it is a factor in the human desire to procreate.
SOONG: So you believe that having children gives humans a sense of
immortality, do you?
DATA: It is a reasonable explanation to your query, sir.
SOONG: And to yours as well, Data.
(The door opens and someone else enters)
SOONG: Looks like we have ourselves a family reunion.
(A little later, Soong is performing the same dentistry on Lore that he
did on Data)
DATA: I implore you, do not reactivate him.
SOONG: Don't be ridiculous, Data. Lore is far from the maniacal android
you have made him out to be. In any case, he'll obey me. He always did.
DATA: But he admitted to an alliance with the Crystal Entity. To gain
its favour, he betrayed the colonists and would have betrayed the
Enterprise as well had I not
SOONG: Shh! One more. That should do it.
(Lore wakes, sees Data, and makes a lunge for him. Soong intervenes)
LORE: So, you're still alive. I'm surprised you woke me. Why didn't you
just take me apart again and be done with it? That is why the two of
you captured me,
SOONG: Data had nothing to do with this, Lore. And nobody captured you.
Not exactly, that is. You see, both of your brains contain a simple
homing device. Data's was activated purposefully. Yours, well, until
you walked through that door I had no idea you'd ever been reassembled.
LORE: No thanks to you. But thanks to you, dear brother, I spent nearly
two years drifting in space. If it hadn't been for a fortunate
encounter with a Pakled trade ship, I'd still be out there.
DATA: I had no alternative. You would have destroyed the Enterprise.
LORE: Well, since I appear to be an uninvited guest at your little
party, I'll leave you with your beloved son and be on my way.
SOONG: Lore, wait. There are questions I can answer. You'll have no
chance to ask them later. You see, I'm dying.
(That stops Lore in his tracks)
SOONG: Yes, I'm dying.
DATA: Dying from what, sir?
LORE: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. What do you mean, you're dying? You
look fine. You're not that old. You look fine. What is this? Some kind
of a trick?
SOONG: I wish it were.
WORF: We have control of sensors, life support and
auxiliary power, Captain. Nothing more.
PICARD: The code, Mister La Forge?
LAFORGE: We can't even locate the file address. At least that would
tell us how many digits we're talking about. Not that it would really
PICARD: I want something that will really help.
CRUSHER: And quickly too. Willie Potts has twenty four hours, thirty
six tops. If it goes much longer than that, the only thing left for
four one six will be to do a postmortem.
RIKER: Geordi, if the computer's programmed to allow Data to transport
down, it would figure that it would allow him to beam back up. Right?
LAFORGE: It would figure.
RIKER: And Data would have left a trace imprint when he beamed down?
LAFORGE: Sure. Everyone does.
RIKER: So what would be involved in pulling that trace and finding a
way to make the computer think someone else is Data? Maybe a few
LAFORGE: We'd have to access the transport controller, reset it to a
testing mode, convince it that it's back in school accepting simulated
inputs. That's not going to be easy without the main computer. But I
suppose we could network a few tricorders together.
PICARD: Try, Mister La Forge.
LAFORGE: Yes, sir.
LORE: You did what you had to do? What kind of
answer is that?
SOONG: The only one I can give you. You were not functioning properly.
DATA: Lore told me the colonists envied him because you made him so
SOONG: I wouldn't exactly have used the word envious, Data.
LORE: You disassembled me. You took me apart.
DATA: Lore also told me the colonists petitioned you to replace him
with a less perfect android.
SOONG: The last thing you should think of yourself as, Data, is less
perfect. The two of you are virtually identical, except for a bit of
DATA: It was a lie. Another lie.
LORE: I would have proven myself worth to you, if you'd just given me a
chance. But it was easier just to turn your back and build your
SOONG: You were the first. You meant as much to me as Data ever did,
but you were unstable. The colonists were not envious of you, they were
afraid of you. You were unstable.
DATA: I am not less perfect than Lore.
LORE: Why didn't you just fix me? It was within your power to fix me.
SOONG: It wasn't as easy as that. The next, the next logical step was
to construct Data. Afterward, I planned to get back to you, to fix you.
LORE: Next logical step.
DATA: I am not less perfect than Lore.
LORE: I am not less perfect than Lore.
SOONG: Enough! Both of you, sit down. Sit down. For all these years
I've been plagued by what went wrong. With all of your complexities,
Lore, your nuances, basic emotions seemed almost simple by comparison.
But the emotion turned, and twisted, became entangled with ambition.
Lore, if I had known you were no longer sitting in pieces on some
distant shelf, if I had known that I could simply press a button and
bring you here, I would have spent those years trying to make things
right for you as well. But all I knew of was Data. So I worked long and
hard, and now I believe I've succeeded. This is why I brought you here,
Data. Basic emotions. Simple feelings, Data. Your feelings. I've
imagined how hard it's been for you, living amongst beings so moved by
(Both androids stare at the tiny chip held in the tweezers)
LORE: I don't have to imagine. I know how hard it's been. You'd be
surprised, Data. Feelings do funny things. You may even learn to
understand your evil brother. To forgive him. We will be more alike,
Data, you and I. You'll see. I'm happy for you.
DATA: I question your sincerity, Lore.
SOONG: Perhaps with this you'll learn to be more trusting, Data. Your
brother has had good reason to be bitter.
DATA: But sir, Lore was responsible for
SOONG: He wasn't given the chance that you and I were given, to live.
But now I'm sure he understands why I had to do what I had to do.
If there were only time, Lore. What a shame. The procedure is quite
simple. I'm tired. I need to rest, first, I'm tired.
(And he leaves the brothers eyeing each other)
PICARD: They're sure this is going to work?
RIKER: Nobody knows the transporters better than O'Brien and La Forge.
They tell me they've managed more than a little sleight of hand with
our authorisation codes.
PICARD: They can insert them into the recall loop?
RIKER: The computer should think all three of us are Data.
RIKER: I just hope we don't all beam back looking
O'BRIEN: Whenever you say, sir.
PICARD: Bring him home, Number One. Energise.
(Riker, La Forge and Worf beam down)
(Soong puts the emotion chip into Data's neck, or
so he thinks, as the person is wearing a Starfleet uniform. But the
voice gives it away to us immediately)
LORE: (sings) 'The sons of the prophet were valiant and bold, And quite
unaccustomed to fear. But of all the most reckless, Or so I am told,
Was Abdul Abulbul Amir.'
SOONG: How do you feel?
LORE: I've always loved that ditty. I could never quite get the cadence
right. Thank you, Father.
SOONG: You called me Father.
LORE: What would you prefer I called you? Often Wrong?
SOONG: What did Lore tell you about that?
LORE: That is what the colonists called you, isn't it? Often Wrong
Soong. It's a very sloppy rhyme. Wrong Soong. Wrong Soong. It just
doesn't work. Let's see.
SOONG: Data, how you are feeling?
LORE: Often Wrong's got a broken heart. Can't even tell his boys apart.
LORE: Well, well, well, well, well. You're not as feeble as I thought
SOONG: This won't work. Those circuits, they weren't designed for you.
LORE: Where's Data? You didn't fill Data with substandard parts, did
you, old man. No, that honour was bestowed upon me. You owe me, old
man. Not him, me!
SOONG: It was not meant for you. You're not listening to me. It must be
LORE: Nice try, Often Wrong. Nice try. (winces and twitches) I don't
know exactly what it's doing, but its doing something.
SOONG: I didn't know you were alive. If I had
(Soong reaches for Lore, who grabs his arm and throws him across the
LORE: 'There were brave men a-plenty, All well known to fame, Who
served in the ranks of the
(Lore peels back a thumb nail -eww - and presses a tiny button there.
He is beamed away)
[Outside Soong's lab]
WORF: The human is here.
RIKER: And Data?
WORF: No way of knowing.
RIKER: Set them on stun.
LAFORGE: Down here.
(La Forge and Riker help Soong, who is just recovering consciousness)
RIKER: It's all right. Take it easy.
LAFORGE: This, this is Doctor Noonian Soong.
RIKER: That's impossible. Soong's dead.
LAFORGE: No, I'm telling you. Look at this stuff. It's Soong, all
(Worf carries in Data from the living room. He is dressed in Lore's
clothes. Riker goes over)
RIKER: Here. Let me.
(He switches Data back on so Worf can put him down)
RIKER: Would you mind telling me what's going on here?
DATA: He surprised me.
DATA: What has happened here? Doctor. Doctor Soong.
SOONG: So alike. He saw I couldn't tell you apart. There was only one
chip. I tried to tell him, but I couldn't. If I wanted to I couldn't
build another one.
RIKER: Tried to tell who? Damn it, Data, what's going on?
DATA: Lore, sir. He was inadvertently summoned here by the same signal
which activated my homing circuitry. It seems that after nearly two
years in interstellar space, he was
RIKER: Mister Data, there's a very sick little boy onboard the
Enterprise who's not getting any better. We're dead in the water until
you get us out of here.
SOONG: It's all right. Access your third nested memory file and execute
instruction five one five five. That will clear your memory block.
DATA: I was unaware of having caused any inconvenience, sir.
RIKER: We'll discuss it later, Mister Data. Doctor, you're coming with
us, too. You need to get to Sickbay.
SOONG: Young man, I've lived here a long time. I have no plans to die
DATA: But sir, our medical facility may be able to
SOONG: Go, go, go, go Data. Go. Go with your friends.
DATA: May I say goodbye to Doctor Soong, sir? Alone, sir?
(Riker and La Forge leave)
SOONG: Everybody dies, Data. Well, almost everybody.
DATA: Do you believe that we are in some ways alike, sir?
SOONG: Yes, in many ways, I'd like to believe.
DATA: Then it is alright for you to die, because I will remain alive.
You know that I cannot grieve for you, sir.
SOONG: You will, in your own way. Goodbye. Goodbye, Data.
DATA: Goodbye, Father.
Captain's log, Stardate 44091.1. We have been at
Starbase four one six for three days. Young Willie Potts is responding
well to treatment and has been returned to the Enterprise.
PICARD: The transfer went well?
CRUSHER: He'll remain in quarantine for another week or two, but he's
out of the woods.
(The boys are running around, Jake on the outside
of the quarantine area, Willie on the inside. He has a pair of plastic
PICARD: Mister Data, I see you gifts have been well received.
DATA: Yes, sir. The boys appear to have reconciled their differences.
CRUSHER: They're brothers, Data. Brothers forgive.