[Two Weeks Go - SS Eleos]

COMPUTER: Hailing frequency is open.
JACK: This is Jack Crusher on Mariposa medical vessel designation Eleos XII on approach to Sarnia Prime. Confirming orbital entry. Can anybody read me? Please respond if you are...
COMPUTER: Warning. Fenris Ranger vessel approaching.
JACK: There you are.
RANGER [on screen]: Eleos, you have violated our airspace en route to a designated quarantine zone. Provide the Federation access codes or surrender for inspection.
JACK: Ranger, I assure you we've been granted the moral authority, but that seldom comes with paperwork, and right now, there are thousands below with Galarian Fever who are immunoresistant to bureaucracy.
RANGER [on screen]: Inspection it is, then.
(The Rangers are onboard.)
JACK: This is a medical vessel delivering medical supplies to people who are medically in need.
RANGER: And as a medical expert, I assume you're aware of the protocols, which you are currently in violation of, at least, oh, 27, give or take.
JACK: Protocols which will have the desired effect of killing the disease by killing everybody who carries it. Galarian Fever is fatal at the rate of one life per minute, so while we've been at this, we've murdered... ten civilians. Steroids, suppressants. Antibody therapeutics. Gene re-sequencers.
RANGER: And what about this one? Romulan ale. New miracle cure I'm not aware of?
JACK: For sterilization. It's ideal antiseptic, and a commonly prescribed treatment for life in general. All of which we're happy to share.
RANGER: Is that a bribe?
JACK: No, don't be daft. I'd never bribe you with medical equipment. I'd bribe you... with these.
(Crate of weapons.)
JACK: Look, we all know the warlords down there engineered the fever in order to clear the Free zone from refugees before the others could claim it. I give half to one warlord, half to another,cut you in for, say, 25?
RANGER: 30.
JACK: 30% of the take and... pew, pew, pew. It's bad guys shooting bad guys, and we've helped refugees by curing a pandemic! Oh, mon ami. We're basically saints.
RANGER: Take this one first. Mon ami. Come on. Anybody would think it was heavy. Reach out to the Marked Woman. We found him.
(Present day - where the last episode ended.)
COMPUTER: Power level at 13%.
PICARD: Who is it out there?
JACK: I don't know. First it was Fenris Rangers, then Klingons, a day later.Then three guys in Starfleet uniforms tried to Prime Direct me into an early grave. We've been running for months. Whoever's piloting that ship has resources, and we've been too close to the nebula for too long and it's fried our systems. We're running on fumes.
RIKER: Trust nobody. That's what Beverly said. What do they want?
PICARD: We have to find out. But first of all, we have to make contact, strike an accord, negotiate.
JACK: Computer, threat assessment.
COMPUTER: Unidentified vessel presently targeting all ship's systems. Probability of destruction, 100%.
JACK: They're not here to negotiate. Look, she called you, I didn't. Before you two turned up with the baddies in tow, I had this. But now that you're here, you might as well makes yourselves useful. That med-pod's power is nearly drained, and my mother needs medical attention. So, please, tell me that your little shuttle has a much bigger friend close by.
RIKER: We came on the Titan. She's gone, but possibly still within range.
PICARD: If we could get Beverly on the shuttle, we can reach out to the Titan, ask them for help.

[Bridge]

LAFORGE: Sir, it's faint, but I'm picking up a third signal by the nebula.
SEVEN: Lieutenant T'Veen, get me a full diagnostic scan.
T'VEEN: I'm reading photonic activity, along with energy signatures I don't recognise. It's definitely a vessel, Captain.
SHAW: And it's packing. Have they entered Federation space yet?
LAFORGE: No, sir. It appears to be sticking close to the nebula.
SEVEN: It's going for Picard. If we act now, we can intercept. LaForge, how long to reach them?
SHAW: Belay that, Helmsman.
SEVEN: Sir, Admiral Picard and Captain Riker are in danger.
SHAW: Commander Hansen. We are an exploratory vessel. If that ship decides to engage us, we are outgunned, and I am not gonna risk 500 souls for two relics who think that a couple of brass medals make them golden boys. They dug their grave, they took you with them. Hold your position, LaForge. Dismissed. I said dismissed.

[Eleos]

JACK: Why is it just circling us? Why hasn't it hailed us yet? We need to go, Captain.
PICARD: Admiral.
JACK: You can educate me on the chain of command in the afterlife, but from what I've heard, history remembers you with one less pip. We need to get her med-pod to your shuttle now. I'll prep the docking bay.
RIKER: Beverly's son? There's just something... familiar about him.
(The unknown alien vessel fires.)
RIKER: Incoming!
COMPUTER: Blast shield engaged.
RIKER: What the hell just happened?
PICARD: Will, the pod's losing power, and her lifesigns are fading. We need to get to her to the Titan.
JACK: Admiral! Change of plan. We just lost the shuttle. We're trapped here.

[La Sirena]

NEWSCASTER: Today the Federation looked on in terror as the Starfleet recruitment building, a symbol of peace and hope to many, was destroyed in an unprecedented attack. Nothing is known about the devastating weapon, but sources within Starfleet suggest that the dissident Lurak t'Luco, leader of a Romulan rebel faction, is responsible. So far, 117 are confirmed dead.
COMPUTER: Secure channel open.
RAFFI: Sorry to bother you. Just thought we could have another chat. You... you sent me undercover to find whoever stole experimental weapons from Daystrom and stop them before they could use them. And, well... ... here we are. 117 confirmed. 117 that could've been avoided had I been faster.
TEXT: Do not seek blame. Do not seek anger.
RAFFI: I have to keep digging, find out who did this.
TEXT: Starfleet Command is terminating investigation until further notice. Suspect identified.
RaFFI: What are you talking about? What, the press, the intel reports? They're pawning this off on Lurak t'Luco? A Romulan triggerman who's never made it to anyone's most wanted list goes to the trouble of heisting an ultra-secure off-site Daystrom facility and steals some world-ending portal tech, and uses it to... to blow up, of all things, a mid-level Starfleet recruitment bureau? And even if he did do it, he's not the one who stole the weapon. He purchased it on the black market. There's a redacted statement from a lowlife Ferengi crime lord named Sneed. He said he brokered the sale between an anonymous seller and t'Luco as the buyer. Just, you know, tidy, convenient, but it doesn't add up. I'm gonna need to speak to that Ferengi.
RAFFI: Disengage? No. Hell no. Sneed is lying. He's covering for whoever really did this. And 117 people are gone.
TEXT: 118 should you continue. Do not join the dead.
RAFFI: Why are you hamstringing me? What do you know that I don't know?
TEXT: Do not engage.
RAFFI: Look, you're my handler, right? Whoever you are, I am requesting an in-person meet.
TEXT: Denied.
RAFFI: Well, somebody needs to speak for the dead. And since you're not even gonna talk to me, I guess I'm on my own. I'm gonna find out from Sneed who really did this.

[Observation]

SHAW: Am I gonna need to confine you to quarters?
SEVEN: Lieutenant Mura detected weapon system activity, presumably targeting Picard's unarmed shuttle.
SHAW: So it will be so noted in my report.
SEVEN: Sir, they could die if we don't help.
SHAW: Did you assist Captain Riker and Admiral Picard in commandeering my shuttle?
SEVEN: I am more than certain they were able to find the shuttle bay without assistance.
SHAW: Bullshit.
SEVEN: Sir, you could be the hero who saved heroes, or you could be remembered for being the captain who let two legends die. It's your call. Sir.

[Eleos]

JACK: Okay, so we've got no visuals, we've lost our escape and help isn't coming. Suggestions?
RIKER: Have they hailed us?
JACK: Surrendering is an option.
RIKER: They haven't offered terms.
JACK: Well, I could offer them you two. Does the legendary admiral have any ideas?
PICARD: I'm not strategizing, I'm safeguarding.
JACK: Against what?
(Jack gets caught in a transporter beam, but it fails.)
PICARD: Against that. Transport inhibitors. Now we know.
JACK: What?
PICARD: They want you. Alive.
RIKER: If they can't get you out, they're coming in.
COMPUTER: Warning. Gravimetric lock detected.
RIKER: Hey, kid. Throw me one of those plasma charges.
COMPUTER: Enemy transport countermeasures targeting docking bay.
(A plasma charge deals with the newly-materialised.)
JACK: Any more incoming?
PICARD: No. Hopefully, they realise now that they're sending their forces to their deaths.
RIKER: We're in a stalemate.
COMPUTER: Warning. Structural integrity at 22%.
JACK: You were saying?
PICARD: Tractor beam. If they can't board us, they'll make us board them.
COMPUTER: Hull breach on Deck 2. Emergency force fields in place. Power relay failure.
PICARD: Beverly!
COMPUTER: Life support at 14%.
RIKER: Shield report.
PICARD: Off-line.
COMPUTER: Hull breach on Deck 2.
RIKER: If you get me enough power, I think I can improvise a beam repulsor.
JACK: Stop! It won't work. We don't have repulsor capability. We've been limping by for weeks. It's pointless. They have us.
COMPUTER: Warning. Power levels at critical. Total power failure imminent.
JACK: Well, it was nice meeting you.
RIKER: I've got movement on the sensors. What the hell is that?
(Titan suddenly appears between the two vessels.)

[Bridge]

MURA: Sir, tractor beam is broken.
SHAW: Red alert. Helm, hold position. Bring those two back on board.
T'VEEN: Captain, I'm reading four life signs.
SHAW: Bring them all on board. We're basically a hotel now.
SEVEN: Get me a channel to the Eleos.

[Eleos]

SEVEN [OC]: This is the Titan. Prepare to beam aboard.
PICARD: Not a moment too soon.
COMPUTER: Hull compromised on Deck 2.
RIKER: Tell her she better hurry up.

[Bridge]

MURA: Sir, the alien vessel is preparing to fire!
SEVEN: Esmar, get them out of there now.
ESMAR: Something's wrong, it's not working! I can't lock onto them.
SHAW: What the hell is that thing doing?
LAFORGE: I don't know, but it looks pissed.

[Eleos]

SEVEN [OC]: Picard, we can't get a lock on you.
JACK: The transport inhibitors!
COMPUTER: Structural integrity at...
(Picard phasers the inhibitors.)
PICARD: Picard to Titan.Try it now!
COMPUTER: Exposure to lethal gas on Deck 3.
(They are beamed away, and met by an armed security detail.)

[M'talas Prime]

RAFFI: Hey. You know, I only called because I never thought you'd actually answer.
JAE: Marrow tea?
RAFFI: Er, no. No, thanks. So, how you doing, Jae? How's our son?
JAE: Gabe says you er... you ambushed him at his baby's doctor.
RAFFI: Ambushed? So that's what my son thinks of me. I only wanted to see her. In person, you know?
JAE: You staying clean?
RAFFI: Yeah. Yeah, I'm... I'm with Starfleet now. I have to be. I want to be. I need something. I know you're still connected.
JAE: Goddamn it, Raffi.
RAFFI: No, it's for work. I know you still turn a blind eye to the shady business that happens in the back room of your bar, and I need an intro... to Sneed, the Ferengi broker.
JAE: Are you out of your mind? You do realise that broker is just a polite word for gangster. He's a monster.
RAFFI: It's important. I wouldn't ask otherwise. I'm with Starfleet Intelligence, but they are blind to something big. And they don't know it. It is wrong.
JAE: When your head goes to that place, the webs, conspiracies, that's when it all starts up. The drugs, the dark rabbit holes.
RAFFI: How did you break away from it? It was so easy for you.
JAE: I made a choice. And we had this... this beautiful boy. So I chose... my son, my art. And that was enough for me. But not for you. Gabe pushes you away because he remembers that.
RAFFI: Sneed is protecting murderers. For some reason, Starfleet's turning a blind eye. I'm the only one who can do this.
JAE: Damn. And I actually thought you were here about Gabe. Thought maybe you'd want me to put in a word with him.
RAFFI: You'd do that?
JAE: I could talk to Gabe. Or I'll talk to Sneed. But I will not do both. Right here, right now, make a choice. Yeah. That's what I thought.

[Bridge]

SEVEN: Status report.
ESMAR: We got all four. Injured civilian was beamed directly to sick bay and is unconscious but stable.
SEVEN: Captain, I suggest we get away, maximum warp.
SHAW: Not yet. We've engaged. I want to know with who and why. Oh, you boys are in so much trouble.
JACK: She said to trust nobody, and you basically brought everyone.
ESMAR: Captain.
SHAW: Who the hell are you?
RIKER: Can we just all take a breath?
ESMAR: Captain!
ALL: What?
ESMAR: We're being hailed.
SHAW: Let's see what you all got us into. On screen.
VADIC [on screen]: Good afternoon. I believe it is afternoon in Sol System. I am Captain Vadic. And you are, er... Captain Liam Shaw.
SHAW: That's me. I think it's important for you to know that I was having a nice morning before all of this.
VADIC [on screen]: Ooo, that's lovely to hear, Liam. Given your official psychological profile with Starfleet, I'm so glad that you've remained er... functional?
PICARD: You have been causing us some concern, Captain. State your business.
VADIC [on screen]: Oh. Admiral Jean-Luc Picard, in the synthetic flesh. You're harbouring one Jack Crusher. He's broken a number of laws both inside and outside Federation space. There is a sizable bounty on his head, and we are taking him.
SHAW: I hate to inform you that Starfleet does not negotiate with bounty hunters.
VADIC [on screen]: Oh, I see you're having difficulty understanding the situation. May I remind you that you are outside of your jurisdiction? But so you may have clarification, I'll lower my shields so that you can scan my ship.
MURA: Their shields are lowering.
RIKER: Weapons?
MURA: 40 isolytic burst warheads, 88 plasma torpedoes, 236 photon torpedoes, 18 antimatter missiles. 20 pulse wave, 30 series five.
SHAW: I get it.
MURA: And something loaded in primary position in the bay, sir. Technology unknown.
VADIC [on screen]: You have one hour to hand over Jack Crusher. Turn your back to run, and the only way you'll see the shot that kills you is through the hole in your proverbial chest. Until then, enjoy this parting demonstration of my intentions.
(Eleos is grabbed in the fuzzy green tractor beam and...) SHAWL Shields up! Evasive maneouvres!
(Eleos leaves a nasty gouge along the saucer as it goes past, before breaking up.)
PICARD: What did she just do?
LAFORGE: She... threw a ship at us. Sir.
SEVEN: It broke through our shields, Captain. Hit with enough force that shrapnel tore the hull on Deck 11.
SHAW: How is that even possible?
LAFORGE: Reverse tractor beam with anti-gravitational polarity phasing. Basically, blunt force trauma. If my father taught me anything, there's no law of physics that can't be either weaponised or broken by another law of physics.
SHAW: Thank you, Ensign. So, we have 500 guns pointed at our head. We try to run, we are vapour the second our nacelles light up. Help is days away and this nebula is wreaking hell on our long-range comms. We are essentially cornered. In space. Which has no corners. What do we know about this Vadic?
SEVEN: Nothing in the Starfleet database, but... there have been rumours.
SHAW: Oh, right, yeah. Among the anti-establishment pirate types, huh? The Fenris folk.
SEVEN: A ship, similar in design, flying no flag but boasting every weapon known to Starfleet and then some.
SHAW: So it's us and the boogeyman at the edge of space.No cavalry in sight. What about Jack Crusher? What do we got on him?

[Observation]

JACK: Who I am doesn't matter.
PICARD: Oh, yes, it most certainly does. This is no longer about Beverly only, this is also about you.
JACK: I've already told you everything I know. I've never even heard of a Vadic.
RIKER: We're at a disadvantage here, kid. And if there's one place in the galaxy I don't want to be, it's on my back foot, so think. For yourself and for your mother.
JACK: Ah. Well, this took longer than I thought it would.
PICARD: What's happening here?
SHAW: The brig. That's what's happening.
JACK: Thank you for the rescue, Admiral.
SHAW: Gentlemen, I'd like to introduce you to... Jack Crusher. A.K.A. Jack Canby, John Carson, James Cole, and my personal favourite, Jarlis Carvel. Yeah, that one took a lot of imagination. Looks like you two were conned into saving the life of a con man. The bounty hunter's claims are valid. We are harbouring an intergalactic fugitive. Take him away.
SEVEN: Sir, as a former Fenris Ranger, I've had many interactions with bounty hunters.That ship is clearly not...
SHAW: And you. You are no better. Helping them commandeer my shuttle? Persuading me to engage with a hostile entity outside of Federation space? Wagering 500 lives against your loyalty to a whopping total of two. You are relieved of duty for insubordination.
PICARD: Captain Shaw, Seven was clearly placed in an impossible situation.
SHAW: This man is getting what he deserves. So is she. So are you. I am inclined to give Vadic her bounty and send us on our merry way. Anything after that, we'll save for the tribunal.
RIKER: Since when does Starfleet give into hostile demands? That man is wanted for trial, not execution, and we damn well know that's not a ship, it's a guillotine.
SHAW: The rules of engagement outside of Federation space are clear. The safety and preservation of the ship's crew above all else. You've seen the firepower on that thing. That is a dogfight we will lose.
PICARD: Captain, allow me to speak with Jack. There has to be more to this.
SHAW: Well, she gave us an hour. You have half that to prepare him for departure.

[Turbolift]

RIKER: Why are you dancing around this?
PICARD: Around what?
RIKER: Are you serious?
PICARD: Well, even if he is Beverly's son, then if these charges are real...
RIKER: That is not what it's about, and you know that. Are you not seeing what I'm seeing? Do the math, Jean-Luc.
PICARD: Will, don't speculate.
RIKER: Tell me, honestly, you do not see what I see.

[Brig]

PICARD: I have a great affinity for virtuosos but... it seems that your instrument is deception. Thievery.
JACK: Wow. That's a hell of an opener. How is my mother?
PICARD: Mending, but unable to defend you, so defend yourself. You're accused of organised crime on Andoria, actual terrorism on Binar III, and you're wanted for the death of a man on Andreus V.
JACK: That's unfair. He's a Falsetti, and they go into a deep hibernation for seven cycles, so is he dead or is he alive? Who's to say?
PICARD: Says here you were recently sighted on Kemiyo. That's a war zone.
JACK: It's a rebellion. The Kemiyans have been fighting against their oppressors for decades. I brought them medicine, supplies.
PICARD: Oh, so you're a freedom fighter?
JACK: Only in the sense that a doctor fights for the freedom of his patient to not be dead. I'm that, at best. At worst? Well, I'm a thief.
PICARD: Of stolen medical supplies, yes. But also stolen weapons and other prohibited cargo.
JACK: Currency is currency and medicine isn't free. The people who dislike me are gamblers, low-level gangsters, the fathers of daughters everywhere. Not vigilante bounty hunters willing to pick a fight with the Federation.
PICARD: Oh, a lovely self-pardon. But we both know that Beverly would never permit this.
JACK: Who do you think taught me all this? When she's not behind me kicking my ass, she's right beside me, equal partners, trying to do some good in a good-less, imperfect universe.
PICARD: And that's how I know you're lying.
JACK: What, because you know her so well? When was the last time you even spoke to my mother? Ask yourself, is there anybody you know who is still the person you knew? Or have you planted roots in your vineyard while everybody else moved on?
PICARD: Who is your father?
JACK: I never had one! Look... if handing me over to Vadic buys my mother a future, then so be it. Especially if it puts an end to this conversation.
PICARD: Whatever your circumstances may be, you deserve the justice of courts, not criminals. To turn you over is to acquiesce. Worse yet, it betrays an old friend. But to harbour you risks the lives of everyone aboard this ship, including hers. And I only have 18 minutes before I have to determine what to do about you.

[M'talas Prime]

RAFFI: Stepping over junkies is one hell of a way to conceal a drug den.
THUG: We're not open to strangers. Move on.
RAFFI: Sneed's expecting me.

[Back room]

SNEED: I like human things, retro things. It's like pressure and coal. Let something get old long enough, eventually, it becomes vintage, and... of value. Sit, please. You're making me nervous.
COMPUTER: Transaction complete.
SNEED: I make deals between people. I broker. I know things. And who Jae knows, I know. Only, I don't know you. Which makes me wonder, how well do I know Jae?
RAFFI: In my experience, artists are unknowable assholes who live in their head instead of the real world.
SNEED: Very true, very true. Which is probably why his first wife left him... for Starfleet.
RAFFI: See, the thing about Starfleet is, in an organisation that doesn't value money, it makes it very hard to be high-class. Consequently, I freelance now.
SNEED: Ooh, la, la. You nasty girl. But nobody comes in here asking nothing for something. It would offend me if they did.
RAFFI: Word on the street is you brokered a deal for stolen portal tech for a Romulan named t'Luco. Same kind of tech that brought down the Starfleet recruitment centre.
SNEED: T'Luco, t'Luco, t'Luco. Ah, I heard he went underground after swallowing up that building.
RAFFI: But see, we both know he didn't push that button. You want to know why? Because I work for t'Luco.
SNEED: Oh, do you?
RAFFI: Now, who in your little black book here paid you to blame my client for the attack?
SNEED: I've been stung enough times to smell a sting coming.You smell like Starfleet. Federation. Section 31. Unless, of course, there's some way to convince me that you're not. Prove it. Be my guest. Yeah. That's right. Goes down real easy.
(Raffi zaps the drug into her eyeball.)
SNEED: Oh, yum, yum, yum, yum. It's good, isn't it? I named it Splinter, because it feels like you're being ripped apart and then pulled back together again and again and again. Who do you work for?
RAFFI: I told you. T'Luco.
SNEED: I'm impressed. You know, it takes an old addict to fight it this hard. You must have really been something back in the day. The only thing is, I knowyou don't work for t'Luco, because this... (a head) is t'Luco. Do you really think I wouldn't tie up my loose ends, or risk my goddamn reputation selling out the big fish? But I will take your money. And they'll take your head.
(Sneed reaches for the currency but Raffi stabs him through the hand. Someone else takes out his guard while she reels and collapses. Then Sneed gets decapitated. Her rescuer lifts up Raffi.)
WORF: I told you, do not engage.

[Bridge]

PICARD: Captain. Captain. We may need to discuss a course of action that will not involve cooperating.
SHAW: Just because you don't want to sell out your ex-girlfriend's son does not mean I have to sell out the lives of my crew. And you of all people...
RIKER: Should know that Jack Crusher is a person. A criminal, maybe, but not unprincipled.
SHAW: That's if you trust him to love his mother more than himself. And how do we even know he really is her kid? Easy play, handcuffing yourself to the speechless woman unconscious in the med-pod. You have 15 minutes. Fifteen.

[Brig]

JACK: Oi. Oi, Starfleet. What's the power level of this forcefield? According to Starfleet regulations, you are required to inform me of the power level in the event I may harm myself whilst trying to escape.
SECURITY: Level 10. Standard issue. Go ahead. Stick your tongue out. Test it to be sure.
JACK: Thank you kindly.
(And uses a wrist device to deactive the forcefield and then headbuts the Security guard.)

[Sickbay]

RIKER: How's Beverly?
OHK: Arterial wound. We located the internal trauma, stopped the bleeding. She'll be all right.
RIKER: How sedated is she?
OHK: Heavily. Whoa. What are you doing? No. Sir, she needs time to rest.

[Bridge]

SHAW: This is not a diplomatic issue, Picard. They have already engaged us.
PICARD: Reestablish comms. We may be able to bring her down simply by standing up.
ESMAR: Enemy vessel is hailing us, sir.
SHAW: On screen.
VADIC [on screen]: You know, it's been centuries since timepieces last ran on the mechanics of gears, and yet that persistent sound you hear is the gentle tick-tock of passing seconds.
PICARD: We still have time.
VADIC [on screen]: Of course. And I will honour my terms. But... I thought you might care to know the name of my particular vessel. The Shrike. It's an Earth creature. A small carrion bird. One that doesn't attack in anger or malice, one that isn't made frantic by hunger, but rather kills surgically, carefully. Give me the boy now or continue to delay, but with each ticking moment, I will take another piece of you. I'll peck, and I'll jab at everything that makes you you. Every system that makes your ship your ship, until there's nothing left but the choice to have given me what you could have given me now. But certainly... take your time.
SHAW: That was some terrific standing up, Admiral. All right, enough. Let's turn him over.
ESMAR: Sir, there's been a security breach on Deck 12. At the brig.
SHAW: Find him. Shuttles, transporters, lock 'em down. Security alert. A prisoner has escaped the brig.

[Corridor]

SHAW [OC]: Use precautions. He may be armed.
SEVEN: I don't give a damn what rank I do or don't have, I need a tac team to the shuttle bay ASAP. I'll secure the transporters.
COMPUTER: Security lockdown on Decks 7 through 10. All non-essential personnel...

[Transporter room]

JACK: Get on with it. Get on with it. Get him to unlock it. I want out.

[Bridge]

OFFICER [OC]: No sign of the escaped prisoner in Shuttle Bay 2. Proceeding to Shuttle Bay 3.
SHAW: If he escapes, there's no guarantee she won't engage us anyway.
SEVEN [OC]: Hansen to Shaw. I found him.
SHAW: You may have just earned your post back. Bring him up.

[Transporter room]

SEVEN: He's currently in the transporter bay with a phaser and a request to unlock the controls.

[Bridge]

PICARD: If he was escaping, he'd be a half a system awayin a shuttle by now. And the only place he can get to with a transporter would be there. He's trying to hand himself over, in the event that we wouldn't. He's protecting his mother.
SHAW: If that's the case, by all means, let him. Clear your conscience, Picard.Whoever this kid may be, he's not worth the lives of my crew. One minute to go. I'm giving the order. Esmar, ... unlock the transporters.
(Riker helps Crusher onto the bridge.)
PICARD: Belay that! Admiral's orders. Lock it down. Shuttles, transporters. The boy stays here.
SHAW: You are going to get us all killed. Why are you doing this?
PICARD: Because he's my son.
SHAW: Oh, goddamn it. Tactical. Full power to forward shields. LaForge, get ready to fly. Stand by to execute commands. Whatever happens next, Admiral, that's on you.
PICARD: Comms, put the Shrike on the screen.
VADIC [on screen]: How very precise with your timing, Jean-Luc Picard. And your answer?
PICARD: Engage!
(Titan fires at Shrike then veers away into the nebula.)

[Shrike]

VADIC: Oh, follow him.

[Bridge]

SHAW: If they're looking for a fight...
PICARD: They'll have to find us first.

[Shrike]

VADIC: Follow him!