[La Sirena]

MAGISTRATE: Throw your phasers. All of you. Now!
(Raffi goes to the injured Elnor.)
MAGISTRATE: Ah! I thought a safe galaxy was a human galaxy. Why the concern? You should have seen what that one did to my security team.
SEVEN: How dare you. You are interrupting a classified operation. I order you to stand down at once.
(Agnes continues to power up the Borg Queen.)
MAGISTRATE: Or what, dear? Oh, I had my doubts, but as the day wore on, I no longer saw my Annika.
SEVEN: You are making a grave mistake.
MAGISTRATE: Am I? Tell me, what's my full name?
(He hits Seven.)
RIOS: Don't you touch her!
RAFFI: Get back!
MAGISTRATE: Who are you?
(Fight. Seven hills his guards, Raffi kills the Magistrate.)
RAFFI: Elnor!
PICARD: Everything's gonna be all right, Elnor.
ELNOR: I'm sorry I couldn't help you.
RAFFI: No. No.
PICARD: We need to go. Raffi, get him to sickbay. Rios, get us out of this damned place.

[Sickbay]

RAFFI: No medical tricorder. Goddamn it. There's not even a trauma kit. I can't find anything on this goddamn ship!
SEVEN: Dermaline pads, they'll stop the bleeding until the skin can regenerate.
(They are being shot at.)

[Bridge]

(Picard is piloting.)
RIOS: I need more hands up here!

[Sickbay]

RAFFI: Go. I got it. It's okay. You're gonna be just fine, okay?

[Bridge]

RIOS: Incoming.
PICARD: How is he?
Q: This is the only kind of life you understand. Shall we see what else has been lost in the wake of your fear?
PICARD: Q... Doctor, how much longer?

[Engineering]

AGNES: A warp-slingshot through a solar flare without incinerating is very iffy, so I don't want to hear...

[Bridge]

PICARD: Hurry up.

[Engineering]

AGNES: That.
(A blast knocks the Queen over.)

[Bridge]

RIOS: Seven, target the forward ship, starboard nacelle.
SEVEN: Target locked.
RIOS: Hold, hold. Hold... Fire! Good shot. Bastards. They're still coming!

[Engineering]

RIOS [OC]: That was a near miss...
COMPUTER: Shield strength at 44%.
RIOS [OC]: Hold on!
(The Queen is free of her stasis pod.)
QUEEN: Allow me.
(SHe links herself into the warp core.)
QUEEN: Calculating temporal trajectory. Initiating tachyon-splinter radiation bursts. Neutralising threats.

[Bridge]

RIOS: Whoa. What the... Admiral? I'm no longer in command of this ship.

[Engineering]

QUEEN: Move backward to go forward. Shatter to mend. The past is now.

[Bridge]

(They head for the sun.)
RIOS: Hang on. She jumped us to warp. Warp six. Seven now. Está loco! Warp eight. Warp nine!

[Sickbay]

RAFFI: Hey. Hold on, baby. It's okay. I got you.
RIOS [OC]: 9.2. 9.5!

[Bridge]

(And back out of warp, heading to Earth.)
PICARD: Did we succeed?
AGNES: Chronometer's shot. No easy way to know. Look for context clues.
PICARD: I see no moon colony.
AGNES: Fossil fuel pollution, early ozone deterioration, no radioactive fallout. I'm guessing we're pretty close to when we want to be. Welcome to the Earth of the 21st century.
SEVEN: Nav controls are off-line.
RIOS: Shields are fried. We're caught in Earth's gravity. I can't stop her.
SEVEN: We're losing power across the board.
RIOS: Reroute blast shield control.
SEVEN: Forward blast shields nonresponsive.
RIOS: I'm locked out of my own goddamn ship!
SEVEN: Diverting emergency backup power. If I can trigger her recovery protocols, we might get back some manual control.
RIOS: I've regained 37% nav control.
PICARD: Is that enough to land?
RIOS: More like a... targeted crash.
AGNES: In Los Angeles? We can't crash a spaceship into one of the most populated cities of the period.
RIOS: You got any better ideas?
PICARD: Yes. Give me nav control.
RIOS: Where are you taking us?
PICARD: Home.
(They plough a big furrow at night.)
PICARD: Status. Everyone all right?
AGNES: I... I think so.
RIOS: This can't be right. Both primary and reserve power are draining.
AGNES: Checking.
RAFFI [OC]: We need power in the sickbay! Now!

[Sickbay]

RAFFI: The biobed is the only thing keeping Elnor alive, goddamn it!
ELNOR: I'm stronger than you think.
RAFFI: Oh, yeah? Prove it.
ELNOR: Can't. Busy at the moment with... [groans] organs.
RAFFI: Was that... was that your first joke? We need power!

[Engineering]

AGNES: Hang on, Raffi! We're working on it, I swear. The Queen is diverting the power.
PICARD: The time warp must've drained her. She's siphoning power to save her own life.
RIOS [OC]: We've got nothing up there! Shut her down. Agnes, shut her down!
AGNES: We got to try and detach her.
PICARD: Get these off.
RIOS: Forget it. This is taking too long.
PICARD: No, Rios! We need her alive.

[Sickbay]

ELNOR: My medallion.
RAFFI: What?
ELNOR: The nuns gave it to me. Get it for me, please. It's in my pocket.
RAFFI: Okay.
ELNOR: It brings me comfort, knowing I earned it even in this reality.
RAFFI: Oh, it's-it's beautiful. Sem n'hak kon.
ELNOR: Now is the only moment.
RAFFI: Now is the only moment.
(Elnor dies. Raffi puts his body in the morgue.)
PICARD: If we fail here, we fail Elnor and everyone in our home world. Therefore, despite the fact that it's against every impulse that we feel inside us... we have to press on. We have to mend the timeline. We have to...
SEVEN: You should've let Rios kill her.
PICARD: The Queen is the only known link that we have with the fissure in Time, and we are helpless until she is revived...
RAFFI: You're kidding me. You want to wait around and nurse her back to life?
PICARD: Raffi, I know what you are feeling...
RAFFI: I promise you don't. 'Cause what I'm feeling right now is intense... sharp... disappointment in leadership. Let's put aside the fact that we chose the goddamn Borg Queen over Elnor for just a second. Why has all of history been changed? Because of Q. That's why. For decades you've played games with whatever Q is. No, no? 'Cause that's what the two of you do, right? You joust. You screw around with people's lives for sport.
PICARD: No, Raffi. That's what he does.
RAFFI: Okay.
PICARD: The Queen says that there is someone who can help us in this time, here in Los Angeles. She called this individual a Watcher.
RIOS: You're saying if we find them, we can undo this nightmare of... what'd they call it? The... the Confederation?
RAFFI: Will it bring Elnor back?
AGNES: It's impossible to determine whether we're existing outside a temporal causality loop.
RAFFI: Jurati. We fix Time. Does it bring Elnor back?
AGNES: I... I don't know.
RAFFI: Well, I'm going with it brings him back, and I'm not waiting around for that thing. If the Watcher is our only lead, then it's probably some alien species that doesn't belong here, using tech, probably leaving a subspace signal, meaning...
SEVEN: We can track it.
RIOS: It may not want to be found.
RAFFI: You know, I don't really care much. I'm coming for it.
PICARD: She's too emotional. Too much could go wrong.
SEVEN: I'll go with her.
RIOS: Me too.
AGNES: You can't bring that with you.
RIOS: This?
AGNES: Yeah.
RIOS: Why not?
AGNES: Because we're 400 years in the past. You have to look out for butterflies. If you lose that, Q won't be the only one breaking the timeline.
RIOS: I'll be careful.
AGNES: No. You're like the kid who needs the string around his mittens. Please. But the point is...
RIOS: No phasers.
AGNES: It goes beyond phasers. Don't draw attention to yourself. No hospitals. No authorities. No security checkpoints. Anything that can scan you, it can find the ID implants and vaccination chips from a future that doesn't exist yet.
RIOS: I understand. Admiral?
PICARD: While you search, Doctor Jurati and I will try and revive the Borg Queen.
SEVEN: Are you certain you want to do that?
PICARD: She is the only one who can tell us why we need the Watcher and perhaps give us a location.
RIOS: So, to be clear. Wake a queen that could kill us all, beam from a ship with no power, and find a Watcher who may or may not exist.
PICARD: That's it, Rios. Let's go to work.
RIOS: Yes, sir.

[Engineering]

AGNES: She's still in there somewhere. No activity in her reticular activating system, but this is her communication centre. Looks like she's trying to talk but can't wake up to speak.
PICARD: When I was Locutus, when I was a member of the Borg, they rarely spoke audibly, but a thought would be shared instantly with every Borg. Perhaps...
AGNES: She is talking. But nobody can hear because she's not connected. I might be able to draw power from environmental controls, use the ship as an interface. Repair her enough to get her out of this recovery mode she's locked in. This should have accessed her central core system, her... her self, I guess, but I can't get in. Did you have access when you were part of the collective?
PICARD: Yes. I felt an intense euphoria but no sense of my existence, just her.
AGNES: So in theory, as Locutus, you could fix her from the inside.
PICARD: No. She knows my mind. Total assimilation can take hours for a newcomer, but me, she'd take in seconds.
AGNES: But not me.
PICARD: Absolutely not.
AGNES: She doesn't know me, and she's only operating at eight percent. How euphoric can eight percent be? I just need to get in there, fix her, and you pull me out before I'm fully assimilated. I would be able to restore power to the ship and restore her. Look, you said it yourself, we need her to know what we have to do here. We fail without her.
PICARD: No.

[Bridge]

SEVEN: Finally managed to reroute power from life support to the transporters, but at the moment they're... sub-computational.
RIOS: I believe the technical term is for shit. But we should have enough power to squeeze out a one-way ticket.
RAFFI: We could've used that power earlier.
RIOS: Rotational compensation will be off, though. We should land near each other, but...
RAFFI: We go in ten.
SEVEN: Raff, slow down. We're not even sure where to go yet.
RAFFI: Markridge Industrial Tower. I did some digging. In 2024, it's the highest point in Los Angeles. We can run a complete scan of any alien signals from there.

[Crew quarters]

SEVEN: Look for anything that'll work in this period.
RIOS: Do I still look like a fascist bastard?
SEVEN: Fascist, no. Bastard...
RIOS: Touché. I'm gonna go check on the transporter.
RAFFI: From Jurati. She can use them to beam us back.
SEVEN: Raff...
RAFFI: We can keep in contact with each other locally, but without a subspace relay, not so much with the ship.
SEVEN: Raffi, you've lost someone...
RAFFI: I've also calibrated the tricorder to locate any anomalies.
SEVEN: If you want to talk...
RAFFI: You know, what I want is to try to figure out how to fix the timeline and not talk about how it felt to watch him die.

[Engineering]

AGNES: It's only a partial assimilation.
PICARD: Halfway to hell is still not a recommended destination.
AGNES: But I'll have you. My conscious mind will be inside working to fix her. My subconscious... my fear, my emotions... everything the Borg have no use for will stay here with you. So, you know, sorry, ahead of time.
PICARD: Agnes, there are too many...
AGNES: As long as that part of me remains separate, I'll still be me. You can monitor the progress of my repairs on the screen up there, and once it reaches 100%, you yank me out.
PICARD: The longer you're inside her, the stronger she becomes.
AGNES: If I start to slip away, you just pull the tubule out. The whole procedure shuts down.
PICARD: How will I know you're in trouble?
AGNES: You'll be talking to my subconscious the entire time. If anything goes bad, you'll be the first to hear about it. That and... how much I still miss my grade school cat.
(A little later.)
PICARD: Good luck, everyone. Remember, you're here to find the Watcher, but be careful. Don't interfere. Everything we do here has consequences.
AGNES: I'll get you as close as I can to Markridge Tower. Bye, guys.
(Seven, Rios and Raffi are beamed away.)
AGNES: Guess it's my turn, huh?
PICARD: Yes. Agnes...
AGNES: I'll be fine, mister. I know you'll take care of...
(Picard has inserted the tubule into her neck.)

[Los Angeles]

(Raffi arrives next to a graffito'd RV. Seven appears in a park next you a young girl.)
GIRL: Whoa. Are you a superhero?
SEVEN: Can you keep my secret?
(Rios just misses the fire escape ladder on the front of a deli and falls to the pavement.)
RIOS: Oh, oh, whoa!
(There is blood.)

[Clinic]

TERESA: What happened?
MAN: No idea. Found him on the sidewalk like this. No ID. He wouldn't let me call the cops or take him to the E.R. You guys help with this kind of stuff, right?
RIOS: No hospital. Please, please, no hospital.
(A young boy picks up the combadge he's dropped.)

[Sanctuary]

(An area for the homeless.)
RAFFI: Seven? Rios? Do you copy?
MAN WITH GUN: Your wallet. Now.
RAFFI: Oh, ha, money. Right. Okay, yeah. no. Wow, though.
MAN WITH GUN: Lady, I'm gonna hurt you.
(She disarms him and knocks him out, then empties his wallet.)
SEVEN: Seriously? We just got here and you're already making friends.
RAFFI: Well, I don't see you contributing to the apocalypse fund. Plus, he started it. Wonderful ambassador, up against the backdrop of hope meets hopelessness. You're killing it, 2024. You know, I've never been able to understand how a society could exist with so many contradictions and not collapse sooner than it did. Wh... Er, why... why do you look so relaxed? You're never relaxed.
SEVEN: We should find Rios. I was able to track your combadge, but I couldn't find his.
RAFFI: Hmm. He's probably already on his way. Come on. I'm not pinning my hopes on Picard waking her Highness.

[Engineering]

PICARD: Agnes? Can you hear me?
AGNES: Picard. So many warm feelings. Admiration, respect. Sometimes I want to disobey you just for spite, but that's 'cause I wish you were my dad.
PICARD: I see we're diving into the deep end.
AGNES: I'm looking at her. She's looking at me. Eh, she found the humour room. Knock, knock, don't bother. Just full of mirrors for useful deflection.
PICARD: The Queen is making her way through your mind. You can push back.
AGNES: I can feel her peering through doorways. I can hear rattling.
PICARD: At first, she is only an observer. But while you are trying to find her control centres, she will be looking for a way into...
AGNES: My emotions. She's found anger.
PICARD: Whatever feelings she is accessing, it is perfectly...
AGNES: Normal? Why don't you tell me about normal, you pretentious prick. Why don't you tell me about feelings and the last time you had one. Oh, you pretend to have feelings to avoid having feelings, so how awful must it be to feel what you f... New room. She's rattling at the door of sadness. I hate this one. Dark. What if... what if I never come out?
PICARD: You will.
AGNES: I'm so alone. And sometimes, it's just... too much, too heavy, to push through. And then a thought occurs. I could just stop trying. I could lie down, stop fighting, let it take me, like sleeping to death.
PICARD: Stay with me, Agnes.
AGNES: I can't... I can't find my way back. She's getting stronger now. No longer just observing.
PICARD: Listen to my voice. Hold onto yourself, Agnes.
AGNES: I am Agnes. I am... Sub-routine failing. Intrusive presence detected. Eradicate. Assimilate.
PICARD: Agnes, remember, you're there for a purpose. You are to waken the Queen. Do not let go of yourself, or you will be assimilated. Agnes. Agnes, stay with me.
AGNES: The more I repair her, the stronger she... we become. Locutus, it has been so long since I've felt anything so intense as this one's longing. Picard, I'm almost there.
PICARD: I'm pulling you out.
AGNES: No, I can see so much. The Watcher, 15... Don't!
PICARD: Whose hand is this?
AGNES: Mine.
QUEEN: Mine!
AGNES: Mine.
AGNES + QUEEN: Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine! Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
(Picard pulls out the tubule.)

[Markridge Tower upper floor]

RAFFI: Ah... Come on. The higher we go, the more I can amplify the signal.
GUARD: Hey. You two can't be in here. It's not open to the public.
SEVEN: Er, so sorry. My girlfriend and I were looking to capture an image.
RAFFI: Take a picture, she means.
SEVEN: Right, and, er... you had a colleague, er, tall, round?
GUARD: Kevin?
RAFFI: Yes.
SEVEN: Yes, Kevin. He let us up there on our first date, and we just got engaged. And, er, we wanted to recreate the cellular photograph.
RAFFI: Just called a picture.
SEVEN: And you seem like someone with sufficient power and authority to break a rule. I mean, you can't let Kevin be funner than you.
RAFFI: Ew.
GUARD: Kevin is not funner than me. Make it fast.
RAFFI: Thank you.
SEVEN: Strangers don't usually like me.
RAFFI: You and 224 should get a room.

[Clinic]

(The doctor gives Rios an injection.)
RIOS: Ow.
TERESA: Huh. You looked tougher.
RIOS: I can take care of myself. If I could trouble you for some supplies, I'll be... I'll be on my way.
TERESA: Really? You think you can walk out of here? Show me.
RIOS: Fine. Here I go. Walking out of here.
(He says, she catches him.)
RIOS: Am I doing it?
TERESA: You know, when the room spins and you don't, that means you have a concussion. But I'm no doctor.
RIOS: What?
TERESA: I'm kidding. I am a doctor. That joke never works.
RIOS: Yeah, I-I really need to go.
TERESA: Relax. Hey. I'm not gonna charge you, and I'm not gonna report you. But if you want to be a classical guitarist, I need to fix your hand. It's dislocated.
RIOS: I never said anything about classical guitar.
TERESA: No, but you should start. I'm getting that vibe from you, and I'm always right about people.
RIOS: What is this place?
TERESA: My clinic. We try to help patients without gouging their wallets. And sometimes, we help the no hospital, no police, no papers crowd. What's your name? I'm Teresa.
RIOS: Chris. Cristóbal.
TERESA: Cristóbal. What is your happiest childhood memory?
RIOS: I see what you're doing. Concussion. My head's fine, Doctor.
TERESA: Humour me.
RIOS: It's got to be... My mother, she worked in an academy that... er, that trained pilots. They had this amazing simulator there. So, one day, I sneak out - I was about eight - I'm having the time of my life until alarms go off. I thought I broke this damn thing. Turns out I had. I broke the highest score of any cadet in history. So I climb out, and admirals and captains are there, jaws on the floor, seeing this eight-year-old kid. And my mom... she's looking at me, like, pretending to be angry, but I knew she was proud. And she said... Argh!
(Crack of dislocated fingers put back into place.)
TERESA: Cool story. Now let me bandage you up, and you can rest until the room stops spinning, okay? By the way, we're washing your weird clothes, so try not to bleed on my scrubs.
RIOS: Thanks for the tenderness, doctor.
(Teresa leaves, he discovers his combadge is missing.)
RIOS: Oh, shit.

[Observation platform]

SEVEN: It's beginning.
RAFFI: Not yet. Tricorder's still attuning to the latent frequencies.
SEVEN: I mean the future, out there. Fire poisons the sky. Trees gone, water dry. Soon, no food, no breathable air. Maybe the future we saw starts right here.
RAFFI: Not if we can help it. Look, whatever the Watcher is, if it's using any future tech, we should be able to... Oh, hang on, hang on. Look, look. I... I got some... No. Now it's gone. Th-There was some kind of a blip near MacArthur Park. It's gone now.
SEVEN: Interference?
RAFFI: I don't know, it could be.
SEVEN: It's back?
RAFFI: Oh. No, but it's Rios's combadge. It's not far from here. It must be on the fritz. Look at that.
SEVEN: What is that? Is that Morse?

[Clinic]

(The boy is just tapping the badge.)
RIOS: Psst, hey, kid. That thing's not a toy, and it's mine, so, come on.
BOY: Finders keepers.
RIOS: Didn't your parents ever teach you that stealing's bad?
BOY: They're dead.
RIOS: Oh, kid, I'm so sorry. I...
BOY: Gotcha! It's just me and my mom. Dad remarried.
RIOS: Not cool.
BOY: You could give me something.
RIOS: What?
BOY: For the badge. You got to give me something, or else you're just stealing. And you just said stealing's bad. It's only logical.
RIOS: Logic. Okay, what do you want, you little Vulcan. Do you know what Vulcans are? They're like you. They can be really annoying sometimes. What's this? Mmm! It's real peanut butter. Mmm! So good. Oh, it's real good. Damn. Oh, I'm sorry, did you want some? We could trade. Like... like my badge for er... the whole plate? Deal?
BOY: Deal.
TERESA: I'd say he was gonna give it to you anyway, and you just got played.
RIOS: Were you...? Whoa.
TERESA: Okay. Ricardo! Give me that thing. Go look for your jacket. Your aunt is waiting outside.
RIOS: He's your son?
TERESA: Forget the guitar, you're a genius. And finish your homework or no Rick & Morty.
BOY: I just wanted one cookie and I don't see why it's such a big deal.
RIOS: Well, he's... he's a fighter.
TERESA: Don't know where he gets it.
RIOS: I'm sorry, I'm trying to figure out where he gets it from. You know, I'm a genius. May I?
TERESA: Put your shirt on first. And I'll keep this up front, you know, so I know you won't steal anything.
RIOS: I guess that seems fair.

[Engineering]

QUEEN: Hello, Locutus. I had the strangest dream. You were there, small companion.
PICARD: You appear to be more lucid.
QUEEN: Yes. We've arrived before the divergence in the timelines. It helps my... clarity of vision.
PICARD: You said there was someone here who could help us understand the change in time... A, er, a Watcher?
QUEEN: If you want to access my innermost thoughts, Locutus, you're going to have to put something on the table. Something that hurts you to lose.
PICARD: We lost someone dear to us because of you.
QUEEN: Is this how you negotiate?
PICARD: What do you want?
QUEEN: Let's see. Legs, for starters. A chorus of thoughts to drown the gnawing silence. But from you, right now, I'll settle for your ship.

[Clinic]

TERESA: Feeling better?
OLDER MAN: A little bit.
NURSE: Only a few left.
TERESA: Okay.
NURSE: Once that guy is finished getting dressed, he should be gone.
RIOS: Oh, he's finished. Thank's for washing my clothes. Just need my badge and I'll be...
NURSE: Sorry, your what?
(A police car pulls up outside.)
TERESA: Shit. Gabi, the door! Shit.
RIOS: What's going on?
TERESA: Immigration raid. Come on, let's go. Let's go.
RIOS: What, but...
TERESA: Go, go, go, go. Come on. Patients out back, like we planned.
OFFICER [OC]: Federal officers! Immigration! Open up!
(They put the older man in a wheelchair.)
RIOS: Here, I'll take him. I'll take him. You sure you'll be okay?
TERESA: Yeah, I'll buy us a few minutes. Go, go, go!
OFFICER [OC]: Open the door!

[Engineering]

QUEEN: It's a simple exchange, Locutus. Give me this ship and I will give you the location of the Watcher, the only one here who can help you find the change in Time.
PICARD: No. I'm not going to negotiate with you.
QUEEN: So you would sacrifice the future of countless others for your own?
AGNES: Picard?
PICARD: Doctor, are you all right? Your plan worked. Power has been restored, along with the Queen. However... same leopard, same spots.
AGNES: No need to keep her activated, then.
PICARD: Agreed.
QUEEN: Huh. Idle human threats. You won't deactivate me because of you've a deeply flawed inability not to hope in the face of hopelessness. I hold information you need. You, against all odds, hope I'll relent. Therefore, you won't deactivate me. And with each passing second, the mathematical probability that I get your ship grows. In the end, you'll sacrifice your lives for the future of the many. So, in the interest of efficiency, shall we just fast forward?
AGNES: What exactly is the information you hold?
QUEEN: The location of the Watcher and when the temporal divergence occurs.
AGNES: Hmm. Are you sure about that?
QUEEN: What did you do? Where is it? You...
AGNES: Stole it. Computer, dictate the file logged Shit I stole from the Borg Queen.
COMPUTER:3-4 dot 0-4-8-8 North.
QUEEN: No one takes from me, my dear.
COMPUTER: 1-1-8-2 dot 5-1-8 West.
PICARD: Coordinates.
AGNES: To find the watcher.
PICARD: Ah, well done.
AGNES: I suppose even higher, cybernetic lifeforms can get sloppy with where they leave secrets lying around. But there's more, isn't there? When it happens. I can almost... I can almost feel it. It'll come to me.
QUEEN: What you have just done here is more difficult and vastly more dangerous than you realise.
AGNES: And what is that?
QUEEN: You've impressed me.
PICARD: Come. I think you should be as far away from her as possible.
AGNES: She knows more.
PICARD: Yeah, in due time.

[Clinic]

OFFICER [OC]: Federal officers! Open up! Open up! I'm not asking again!
TERESA: What do you think you're doing breaking my door like that?
OLDER MAN: Young man, are you coming?
OFFICER: Miss, you need to calm down.
TERESA: It's doctor. State your business.
RIOS: Damn butterflies. You go, fast as you can. I'm going to help hold them back. I don't want to leave her alone. I'm worried for her.
OFFICER: We're here to search the premises...
TERESA: Or have you guys just given up on that?
OFFICER: Are you the owner of this establishment?
TERESA: Yes. I'm also a U.S. citizen who knows her rights.
RIOS: (in a white coat) Hey, Doc. The patients have been discharged, but I got aa bleeder that needs your help back here, ASAP.
TERESA: What are you still doing here?
RIOS: I'm helping you. Look, you guys want to trash the place, go ahead, but I've got a 13-year-old with a compound fracture. I'm trying to save his leg. So, Doc, come on. Let's go.
OFFICER: Hold it! That looks awfully new. Like what you'd get if you were a patient. ID. Now.
RIOS: I'm... I'm sorry, are you my boss or something? I feel like I missed something here.
TERESA: Hey!
OFFICER: You're under arrest. Obstruction of justice. Both of you.
TERESA: I don't know if you're brave or stupid.
OFFICER: Let me guess. No UHC card, no ID. I'm gonna go with stupid. Let's take 'em in.
(The combadge on the counter chirps.)
PICARD [OC]: Rios, come in. Are you there? Rios, do you read me? Rios!