STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION 
                              
                     "A Fistful of Datas" 
                          #40276-234 
                              
                          Written by 
                         Brannon Braga 
                              
                          Directed by 
                        Patrick Stewart 


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                         FINAL DRAFT

                       SEPTEMBER 17, 1992

       STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 09/17/92 - CAST 

                STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION 
                     "A Fistful of Datas" 

                             CAST                               
                              
                PICARD             ELI HOLLANDER
                RIKER              
                DATA               BANDITO
                BEVERLY            ANNIE MEYERS
                TROI               
                WORF               
                GEORDI             
                ALEXANDER          
                COMPUTER VOICE 
    
                Non-Speaking       Non-Speaking
                  N.D. ENGINEERS     HENCHMAN
                  CREWMEMBERS        VARIOUS TOWNSFOLK
                                     PIANO PLAYER

       STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 09/17/92 - SETS 

                STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION 
                     "A Fistful of Datas" 
                      
                             SETS 

            INTERIORS                  EXTERIORS
          
            USS ENTERPRISE             USS ENTERPRISE
              ENGINEERING
              READY ROOM               WESTERN STREET
              OBS. LOUNGE
              CORRIDOR
          
              HOLODECK
                SALOON
                SHERIFF'S OFFICE
                MINE SHAFT
          
              WORF'S QUARTERS
              PICARD'S QUARTERS
              DATA'S QUARTERS
              REHEARSAL ROOM (OBS. LOUNGE)

   STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/18/92 - TEASER   1.

                STAR TREK: THE NEXT GENERATION                  
                    "A Fistful of Datas"                          
                            TEASER                              

	FADE IN:

1    EXT. SPACE - THE ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)

	orbiting a RED GIANT GASEOUS PLANET.

					PICARD (V.O.)
			Captain's Log, Stardate 46271.5.
			The Enterprise has entered orbit
			of Deinonychus Seven. But our
			scheduled rendezvous with the
			supply ship Biko has been delayed
			for another forty-eight hours.

2    OMITTED

3    INT. PICARD'S QUARTERS

	PICARD is sitting in a chair, playing a quiet MELODY
	on his FLUTE (as seen in "The Inner Light"). Over the
	com system, two other instruments can be heard -- a
	CLARINET and a CELLO. Picard is playing along with
	the music form a pleasant harmony.

					PICARD (V.O.)
				(continuing)
			In the meantime, many members of
			the crew are taking advantage of
			the delay to pursue their own
			projects... myself included.

	After a few measures, Picard stops playing -- something
	doesn't sound quite right.

					PICARD
				(to computer)
			Computer -- stop playback.

	The music STOPS.

					PICARD
				(continuing)
			Change the clarinet to an oboe.
			Continue recording.

  STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/18/92 - TEASER  1A.

3    CONTINUED:

	Picard listens as the music PLAYS BACK -- the same
	melody, but now the CLARINET is an OBOE. He begins to
	play the flute along with the music...

	The door CHIMES.

     STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - TEASER     2.

3    CONTINUED: (2)

					PICARD
				(to computer)
			Pause program.

	The music STOPS. Picard sets his flute aside.

					PICARD
			Come.

	GEORDI and DATA ENTER. Geordi is enthusiastic about
	something.

					GEORDI
			Captain -- we'd like permission
			to take the Engineering computer
			off-line for a couple of hours.
				(beat)
			We've been working on a new
			interface that'll allow Data to
			act as an emergency back-up in
			case of a ship-wide systems
			failure.

					DATA
			In theory, my neural network
			should be able to sustain key
			systems until primary control is
			restored.

	Picard considers -- it sounds like an interesting
	notion, but he's not really in the mood for talking
	tech.

					PICARD
			It sounds like an intriguing
			experiment. I'll be very
			interested to see the results.
				(beat)
			Permission granted.

	Excited by the prospects, Geordi continues...

   STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/18/92 - TEASER   3.

3    CONTINUED: (3)

					GEORDI
			It's possible we may even be able
			to run secondary systems through
			Data. Weapons control... sensor
			arrays...

	Picard nods, growing slightly impatient.

					PICARD
			Yes. I get the idea, Mister La
			Forge. Thank you. Please
			proceed.

	Geordi nods and EXITS with Data. Picard takes a moment
	to clear his thoughts... then picks up his flute.

					PICARD
				(to computer)
			Computer -- record again from the
			first measure.

	The other two MUSIC tracks start to play. He takes a
	breath... then begins to PLAY the tranquil flute melody
	again... a few measures go by...

	The door CHIMES. Picard stops playing, slightly
	annoyed.

					PICARD
			Computer -- pause program.

	The music STOPS.

					PICARD
			Come.

	BEVERLY ENTERS. She looks determined about something.

					BEVERLY
			Jean-Luc, I need to talk with you
			about "Something for Breakfast."

	Picard looks her, at a loss.

					BEVERLY
				(prompting)
			The play.

	Picard nods, remembering -- tries to ease out of the
	subject.

					PICARD
			Ah... yes... a very intriguing
			drama. But I really don't have
			the time it would take to learn
			a part. And anyway, I'm not much
			of an actor...

     STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - TEASER     4.

3    CONTINUED: (4)

					BEVERLY
			That's no problem. You wouldn't
			be playing one of the leads.

	Picard is surprised -- and just a little hurt.

					PICARD
			Oh.

					BEVERLY
			It's a very small part. Only two
			lines in the whole play.

					PICARD
			Really.

					BEVERLY
			You play the butler.

	A long beat.

					PICARD
			Let me read the play again...
			and I'll let you know.

					BEVERLY
			You'll be wonderful, Jean-Luc.
			Rehearsal's at one thirty this
			afternoon.

	Picard nods. Beverly turns and EXITS. Picard takes
	a breath to recenter himself... then brings the flute
	to his mouth...

					PICARD
			Computer -- continue recording.

	The MUSIC plays. He begins to play the flute again...
	the soft melody...

	The door CHIMES. Picard reacts, annoyed.

					PICARD
			Enter.

	WORF ENTERS, stops at the desk.

					WORF
			Captain, I am sorry to interrupt,
			but I wanted to consult you
			regarding the duty roster.

					PICARD
			Proceed.

   STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/18/92 - TEASER   5.

3    CONTINUED: (5)

					WORF
			I was hoping we could take
			advantage of the Biko's delay by
			staging shipwide security drills.
			I have planned a tentative
			schedule...

	Worf hands Picard a PADD. Picard looks it over.

					PICARD
			Very impressive, Mister Worf.
			But we'll be taking on new
			personnel at Starbase One-Eighteen
			in a few weeks. Surely the drills
			can wait until then.

	A beat. Worf seems intent on having something to do.

					WORF
			In that case, I will use the time
			to perform maintenance checks on
			the forward phaser array.

	Picard looks at Worf a moment.

					PICARD
			Mister Worf... is there some
			reason you're trying to give
			yourself more work?

	Worf hesitates, awkward.

					WORF
			No sir. I simply wished to use
			the extra time to...

					PICARD
				(cutting in)
			... Enjoy yourself. You have some
			free time. Use it.

	Worf nods.

     STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - TEASER     6.

3    CONTINUED: (6)

					WORF
			Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

	Worf turns and EXITS. Picard breathes a sigh of
	relief.

					PICARD
				(to computer)
			Computer, once more from the top.

	As the MUSIC starts to play...

4    INT. WORF'S QUARTERS

	Worf ENTERS the room, where ALEXANDER is waiting for
	him. Alexander rushes up to him, excited about
	something.

					ALEXANDER
			What did he say?

					WORF
			The Captain saw fit to release
			me from my duties.

					ALEXANDER
			You mean, you can go?

	Worf settles into a nearby chair... resigned... but
	he is not happy about what he's about to do...

					WORF
			I can go.

	Alexander reaches offscreen and grabs a nearby COWBOY
	HAT. As he places the hat on Worf's head...

					ALEXANDER
			Saddle up, Father!

	OFF Worf's look of resignation...

                                             FADE OUT.

                         END OF TEASER                          

     STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT ONE     7.

                            ACT ONE                             

	FADE IN:

          (NOTE: Episode credits fall over opening scenes.)            

5    EXT. HOLODECK - WESTERN STREET - DAY

	A street right out of the OLD WEST. DIRT ROAD, WOODEN
	BUILDINGS, TOWNSFOLK, HORSES. There's a SALOON with a
	sign out front that reads "The Gold Strike Saloon"...
	and there's a SHERIFF'S OFFICE. The street is quiet on
	this day... not a lot of activity... just a few
	townsfolk mingling about... the wind curling up dust...

	CUT TO VARIOUS ANGLES ON THE STREET:

6    AN OLD MAN

	sitting in a rocking chair on a porch, rocking slowly
	back and forth, making a continuous CREAKING sound.
	The man puffs on his pipe, hat pulled down over his
	eyes to block the sun...

7    A HORSE

	attached to a hitching post.

8
thru	OMITTED
9

10   THE OLD MAN

	rocking in his chair... creaking... Suddenly he STOPS
	rocking. Silence. The man tilts his head upward
	slightly to look at the road. Gradually, the SOUND of
	FOOTSTEPS can be heard... coming closer...

     STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT ONE     8.

11   A PAIR OF BOOTS

	A large pair of boots on large feet, taking large
	steps, spurs jangling, stirring up dust...

12   THE HORSE

	stomps and whinnies nervously, as if in response...

13   THE BOOTS

	come to a stop. A second later, more FOOTSTEPS are
	heard and a second PAIR OF BOOTS comes into view -- a
	very small pair by comparison. Big boot, little boots.

14   THE OLD MAN

	squinting into the sun to see who is there...

15   WIDE ANGLE - WORF AND ALEXANDER

	wearing the boots, standing side by side -- lone
	figures on the Western street. They are both dressed
	in WESTERN ATTIRE, holsters and GUNS at their sides.
	They each wear an old-style BADGE on their chest. They
	are lawmen.

	After a beat, they continue walking... surveying the
	town. Alexander is excited to be here. Worf is wary
	of the whole venture.

					WORF
				(to Alexander)
			Where are we?

					ALEXANDER
			Deadwood, South Dakota...
			nineteenth century Earth.
				(beat)
			The Ancient West.

	Worf gazes at the surroundings.

					WORF
			What is our function here?

					ALEXANDER
			You're the Sheriff... and I'm your
			deputy.

     STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT ONE     9.

15   CONTINUED:

					WORF
			We are in charge of law
			enforcement?

					ALEXANDER
			Right.

	A WOMAN in bawdy apparel walks past -- clearly a "lady
	of the night" -- and she throws Worf and Alexander a
	come-hither look. Worf reacts -- quickly moves
	Alexander away from the woman.

					WORF
			You wrote this Holodeck program
			yourself?

					ALEXANDER
			Well... Mister Barclay helped a
			little.

					WORF
				(to himself)
			I must talk with Mister Barclay...

	Suddenly, a GUNSHOT is heard somewhere offscreen. Worf
	and Alexander react, then head in the direction of the
	shot...

16   EXT. SPACE - THE ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)

	in orbit around the red giant planet.

17   INT. ENGINEERING

	Data, Geordi and VARIOUS N.D.s. Data is sitting by an
	opened console. A panel on his head is OPEN, revealing
	various circuitry within. Fiber-optic cables connect
	Data's circuits to the console circuits.

	Geordi is making a connection on Data's head. Data
	looks at Geordi's face for a second.

					DATA
			Geordi... I have noticed that you
			have not shaved in several days.
			Are you attempting to grow another
			beard?

	Geordi rubs a hand over his face.

  STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/17/92 - ACT ONE  9A.

17   CONTINUED:

					GEORDI
			As a matter of fact, I am...
				(re: beard)
			What do you think?

	Data eyes him.

					DATA
			As is the case with many natural
			growth processes, it is difficult
			to envision the end product based
			on an intermediate stage.

	Geordi smiles.

					GEORDI
			You're right -- give it a few more
			days.

	Geordi completes the connection on Data's head.

					GEORDI
			Okay... I'll need to access your
			auxiliary inputs...

					DATA
			One moment.

	Data reaches for his head, and REMOVES another panel in
	his head, revealing the circuitry underneath.

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT ONE    10.

17   CONTINUED: (2)

	Geordi eyes him a moment, then begins to connect a
	cable to the circuitry...

					GEORDI
			I have to admit, Data... I never
			get used to seeing you like
			this...

					DATA
			I do not understand. You are
			constantly working on similar
			electronic systems, yet their
			appearances do not disturb you.

					GEORDI
			Yeah, well... you're not just
			another electronic system.

	Data thinks this over.

					DATA
			Thank you, Geordi. Nor are you
			just another biological organism.

	Geordi smiles, appreciating the sentiment. He
	completes the adjustments to Data.

					GEORDI
			That should do it. Are you ready?

					DATA
			Yes.
				(beat)
			I am establishing computer
			link-up...

	The circuits on Data's head begin to BLINK faster.

					DATA
			Interface complete.

					GEORDI
			Alright... let's see what you can
			do...

	As Geordi works...

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT ONE    11.

18   OMITTED

19   INT. GOLD STRIKE SALOON

20   CLOSE ANGLE - A WANTED POSTER

	attached to a wall in the room. The poster shows a
	drawing of a man's face and the words "WANTED: DEAD OR
	ALIVE." There is a fresh bullet hole in the forehead
	of the man. Two more GUNSHOTS ring out, and we see
	two more BULLET HOLES RIP through the drawing of the
	man's face...

21   REVEAL - ELI HOLLANDER

	holding a smoking pistol, having just fired the shot.
	Clearly, this is the same man as in the poster. He is
	a young, cocky, dangerous gunslinger.

					ELI
				(re: poster)
			If I ever find the varmint who
			drew this... he'll be sorry he
			ever put pen to paper.
				(beat)
			I'm ten times uglier than that,
			ain't I?

	We hear someone LAUGH from offscreen --

22   INCLUDE - THE ROOM (OPTICAL)

	A smoky barroom occupied by several PEOPLE. A PIANO
	PLAYER sits at the piano, picking out a jaunty tune.
	The barkeep, a pretty woman named ANNIE MEYERS, stands
	behind the bar, glaring at Eli.

	Eli's henchman -- a MEXICAN BANDITO, complete with
	sombrerro, etc. -- is sitting nearby, laughing.

					ELI
				(to Bandito)
			Shut up.

	The Bandito falls silent.

					ELI
			You laugh so much, it's a wonder
			flies don't live in your mouth...

	The Bandito laughs at the remark, missing the point.

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT ONE    12.

22   CONTINUED:

					BANDITO
				(Mexican accent)
			You are a very funny man, Senor
			Eli...

	The bandito stops laughing as he notices Worf and
	Alexander ENTER the saloon. Eli follows his gaze, sees
	Worf, and his eyes narrow. Everyone in the room turns
	and looks. The room falls silent.

	Alexander points to Eli, relishing every moment of the
	program.

					ALEXANDER
				(quietly, to Worf)
			That's the bad guy. His name's
			Eli Hollander -- they call him
			"The Butcher of Bozeman." He's
			killed twenty-three men.
				(beat)
			He's the meanest, toughest
			gunslinger in the West. You have
			to watch him... He's fast...

	Worf eyes Eli.

					WORF
			So I am here to apprehend him?

					ALEXANDER
			If you can.

	Worf nods, now understanding his job -- confident.

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT ONE    13.

22   CONTINUED: (2)

	Worf walks across the saloon. Eli walks toward him
	too. The jangle of spurs is heard in the silent room.
	The onlookers watch nervously. Worf and Eli stop a
	couple of feet away from each other... steely-eyed...

					WORF
				(to Eli)
			You are under arrest.

	Eli sneers.

					ELI
			Is that so --

	Before Eli can finish, Worf quickly PUNCHES him,
	knocking the man cold with one shot. Eli drops to the
	floor. The bandito reacts, too shocked to make a move.
	Worf bends down and grabs Eli by the collar, lifts him
	up.

					WORF
			You will come with me.

	Worf begins to drag Eli out of the saloon. Alexander
	looks upset -- this isn't what he had in mind.

					ALEXANDER
			No, no, no...
				(to computer)
			Computer -- freeze program.

	Everything in the saloon FREEZES.

					WORF
			What is wrong?

					ALEXANDER
			That was too easy. It's gotta
			be harder to beat the bad guys.
			Otherwise, it's no fun.

					WORF
			Oh.

					ALEXANDER
				(to computer)
			Computer -- increase program
			difficulty to Level Four. Go back
			to where my father and I first
			walked into the saloon.

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT ONE    14.

22   CONTINUED: (3)

	All of the people in the room DISAPPEAR.

					ALEXANDER
			Come on, Father...

	Alexander and Worf move to the swinging doors and
	EXIT...

                                             CUT TO:

23   CLOSE ANGLE - A WANTED POSTER

	attached to a wall. There is one fresh bullet hole
	in the forehead of the drawing of Eli Hollander. Two
	more GUNSHOTS ring out, and we see two BULLET HOLES
	RIP through the poster...

24   INCLUDE - ELI HOLLANDER

	holding a smoking pistol, having just fired the shot.

					ELI
				(re: poster)
			If I ever find the varmint who
			drew this... he'll be sorry he
			ever put pen to paper.
				(beat)
			I'm ten times uglier than that,
			ain't I?

	Eli's henchman, the bandito, laughs.

					ELI
			Shut up.

	The bandito falls silent.

					ELI
			You laugh so much, it's a wonder
			flies don't take up residence in
			your mouth...

	The bandito laughs.

					BANDITO
			You are a very funny man, Senor
			Eli...

	The bandito falls silent as Worf and Alexander ENTER
	the saloon.

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT ONE    15.

24   CONTINUED:

	Eli sees them too, and his eyes narrow. Everyone in
	the room turns and looks. The room falls silent. The
	patrons of the bar suddenly realize they are in the
	line of fire -- and they scatter, many of them leaving
	the saloon. An open space is left between the two men.

	Worf watches the commotion in confusion.

					WORF
				(to Alexander)
			Where are they going?

					ALEXANDER
				(quietly, to Worf)
			They don't want to get hit by the
			bullets.

	Worf reacts... braces himself, then takes a step toward
	Eli.

					WORF
				(to Eli)
			You are under arrest --

	Instantly, Eli's hand moves to the butt of his pistol.
	Alexander stops Worf.

					ALEXANDER
				(whispers, urgent)
			He's getting ready to draw.

	Worf puts his hand to the butt of his own gun. A tense
	moment as the two men stare at each other across the
	room.

	Eli breaks the moment by adopting a wide smile. His
	hand hangs down by his gun at all times.

					ELI
				(to his henchmen)
			Well... looks like Sheriff Worf
			is here to arrest me. Don't sound
			like a very bright idea... does
			it?

	The bandito shakes his head, stands and opens his coat
	to reveal a SHOTGUN.

					WORF
				(to Eli)
			You have been accused of
			committing a homicide.

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT ONE    15A.

24   CONTINUED: (2)

					ELI
			If you mean murder, then I guess
			I'm guilty.

	Eli slowly walks up to Worf, giving him a hard stare.

					ELI
				(continuing)
			I've killed twenty-three men,
			Sheriff... one more ain't gonna
			make that much of a difference.

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT ONE    16.

24   CONTINUED: (3)

	Worf doesn't flinch. Eli continues to goad Worf.

					ELI
				(continuing)
			'Course... shootin someone as ugly
			as you... could hardly be
			considered a crime.

	The bandito laughs. Worf bristles, angry -- it's all
	he can do to hold himself back.

					ELI
			Were you just born that way...
			or did your momma marry an
			armadillo?

	More laughter. For the briefest instant, Eli's gaze
	darts to one side, just behind Worf. Worf sees it,
	realizes, and whirls around just in time to get a chair
	BROKEN across his back by a SECOND HENCHMAN. (NOTE:
	This being a Holodeck act of violence, Worf is
	unfazed.) Worf SLUGS the henchman, who goes flying
	backward onto the floor.

	The bandito moves to grab Worf, but Worf blocks his
	arms and lands a punch into his stomach -- then a hard
	hook across his face. The bandito goes CRASHING
	through a nearby table.

	Eli grabs a nearby BOTTLE and breaks it against the
	bar -- comes at Worf with the broken shards. Worf
	overcomes Eli with a series of well-timed PUNCHES.
	Eli falls to the floor, dazed.

	Worf looks at Alexander -- he's starting to enjoy
	himself.

					WORF
			I am beginning to see the appeal
			of this program...

	Alexander grins -- then sees something.

					ALEXANDER
			Sheriff, look out!

	Eli is drawing his pistol. Worf tries to grab his own
	gun -- but he's too late. Outdrawn.

					ELI (O.S.)
			Don't twitch a whisker, Sheriff...
				(waves gun)
			'Less you want a shave.

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT ONE    16A.

24   CONTINUED: (4)

	The bandito and the henchmen move to Worf and grab him
	from behind. Worf struggles, but it's no use.
	Alexander watches helplessly. Eli aims his gun at
	Worf, smirking, triumphant... relishing the moment...

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT ONE    17.

24   CONTINUED: (5)

					ELI
				(to henchmen)
			Okay, boys... time to saddle up.
				(beat)
			But first... get their money and
			jewelry.

					WORF
			You are a murderer... and a thief.

					ELI
			A man's gotta make a livin.

	Eli cocks the pistol...

	BLAM! Eli's hat is BLASTED OFF his head. Everyone
	looks toward the door...

25   ANGLE ON - A MYSTERIOUS STRANGER

	standing at the door, holding a Winchester RIFLE,
	having just fired the shot. The figure re-cocks the
	rifle, keeps it aimed. The figure wears a wide-brimmed
	hat that obscures his face. A beat goes by, then the
	stranger raises his head slightly...

	It is TROI.

					TROI
				(to Eli, a threat)
			I suggest you find a new line of
			work.

	Reactions. Worf is surprised by the sight. Eli sees
	that he is defeated... scowls and de-cocks his pistol.
	The bandito and the henchman release their grip on
	Worf. Alexander smiles, leans toward Worf.

					ALEXANDER
				(whispers)
			I asked Counselor Troi to join
			us. She loves Western stories.

	Eli stares at Troi, who stares right back at him,
	clearly getting into her character.

					ELI
				(to Troi)
			You'll regret this, stranger.

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT ONE    18.

26   CLOSE ON ELI'S HAND

	as he theatrically SPINS HIS PISTOL in the palm of his
	hand, then holsters it.

27   EXT. SPACE - THE ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)

	in orbit.

28   INT. ENGINEERING

	Data is still connected to the console -- his eyes are
	open and he is conscious. Geordi is working at a
	console; N.D.s work nearby. They've been at this
	awhile.

					DATA
			I am now attempting to access the
			long range sensor array...

	Data's head-blinkies BLINK. Geordi reacts to the
	console.

					GEORDI
			Forward sensor array coming
			online... we're getting a clear
			scan...

					DATA
			I will perform a routine
			maintenance check on the starboard
			inertial damping system...

	A beat.

					GEORDI
			Dampers on-line... maintanence
			check in progress... Data, I think
			we're on to something here...
				(beat)
			Let's see what you can do with
			secondary systems. Try
			gravitational control...

					DATA
			Initiating gravitational --

	Data stops in mid-sentence -- freezes up for a moment,
	unable to speak.

					GEORDI
			Data, what's wrong?

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT ONE    19.

28   CONTINUED:

	Data returns to normal -- tilts his head, analyzing.

					DATA
			There appears to be an energy
			fluctuation in my neural net.
				(beat)
			I am disconnecting my interface
			to the computer.

	Data jerks his head and his blinkies SLOW DOWN.

					DATA
			Interface deactivated.

	Geordi starts to remove the cables from Data's head.

					GEORDI
			You alright?

					DATA
			I have experienced a brief power
			surge in my positronic
			subprocessor.
				(beat)
			But I am fine.

					GEORDI
			Maybe the interface coding is less
			stable than we thought...
				(beat)
			Looks like we've got a few hours
			of systems analysis before we can
			try this again.

	Geordi finishes disconnecting Data.

					GEORDI
			Let's check the interface
			programming...

	Geordi crosses to another console. Data picks up the
	tricorder and moves to go...

29   CLOSE ON DATA'S HAND

	As he theatrically SPINS THE TRICORDER in the palm of
	his hand, and replaces it in his belt holster, just
	like Eli Hollander did.

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT ONE    20.

30   RESUME SCENE

	Data has not noticed his strange movement. He goes
	about his work, as if nothing is wrong...

                                             FADE OUT.

                        END OF ACT ONE                          

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT TWO    21.

                            ACT TWO                             

	FADE IN:

31   EXT. HOLODECK - SHERIFF'S OFFICE - DAY

	The building has a sign out front that reads "SHERIFF'S
	OFFICE."

32   INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE

	Eli is in a small JAIL CELL off to one side -- he's
	sitting on the cot, shuffling a deck of CARDS on a
	small table. (NOTE: His card shuffling is unpracticed
	and clumsy.)

	Worf and Alexander are standing next to the cell. Troi
	sits at the Sheriff's desk, legs propped up on the
	desktop, hands behind her head. Worf speaks loud
	enough for Eli to hear.

					WORF
				(to Alexander)
			What are his rights in this
			century? Will there be a trial...
			or shall I execute him?

	Eli reacts to the comment.

					ALEXANDER
			We're supposed to hold him until
			the U.S. Marshal comes. Then
			he'll take him to Rapid City for
			a trial.

	Eli starts to deal a game of solitare.

					ELI
			Frankly, I don't think I'll be
			around that long. Not after my
			old man hears about this.

	They look at him.

					WORF
			To what "old man" do you refer?

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT TWO    22.

32   CONTINUED:

					ELI
			My pa. When he comes to break
			me outta this tin can... the
			gravedigger'll be working
			overtime...

	Alexander glares at Eli.

					ALEXANDER
			Your pa's no match for Sheriff
			Worf.

					WORF
			If your father comes, we will be
			ready for him.

	Eli glances at Worf... looks him up and down... turns
	back to his card game and starts to laugh. Worf
	bristles.

					TROI
			He's right.

	Worf looks at her. Troi is still playing her
	character.

					TROI
			You're no match for the
			Hollanders.

					WORF
			I am sure the three of us can
			handle any problems.

					TROI
			Hold on. I was just passing
			through town... saw a little
			trouble... thought I'd lend a
			hand...
				(beat)
			But I'm not one of your deputies,
			Sheriff.

	A beat. Worf crosses to Troi, speaks confidentially
	to her.

					WORF
			Counselor... I would appreciate
			your support in this matter.

	Troi quietly breaks character...

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT TWO    23.

32   CONTINUED: (2)

					TROI
			Durango...
				(off his look)
			I'm called Durango.

	Worf tries to play along.

					WORF
			Oh... well... Counselor Durango...
			perhaps you would consider
			becoming a temporary deputy?

	Troi considers.

					TROI
			For a price....
				(beat)
			Five hundred dollars.

	Worf considers, turns to Alexander.

					WORF
			Alexander -- we require large
			amounts of currency.

					ALEXANDER
			Yes sir. I'll go to the bank and
			make a withdrawal.

	Alexander quickly EXITS the room. Worf sits down on
	the desktop, next to Troi. There's a quiet moment
	between them...

					WORF
			Deanna... how do you know so much
			about this period in Earth's
			history?

	Troi tips up her hat.

					TROI
			My father used to read me stories
			about the Ancient West when I was
			a little girl.
				(beat)
			I must admit... I've always wanted
			to play the part of the
			"Mysterious Stranger."

	Worf considers.

  STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/23/92 - ACT TWO  24.

33   ANGLE ON DOOR

	as it bursts open and Annie Meyers ENTERS. She scans
	the room, spots Worf and, flushed with excitement,
	rushes to him. She grabs him by the collar and plants
	a huge kiss on his lips. Worf reacts, stunned.

					ANNIE
			You are just so brave... facing
			down that evil man like you did.

	Worf isn't sure how to respond.

					WORF
			Thank you. Ms... ?

	Annie swats him playfully.

					ANNIE
			Annie, you big galoot.
				(beat)
			You best not forget that
			tonight...
				(off his look)
			I'm gonna cook you up a beef
			steak... and gooseberry cobbler
			for dessert.

	Worf grows uncomfortable with the advance. Troi is
	amused.

					TROI
			Sounds delicious.

	Annie sidles up to Worf, romantic-like.

					ANNIE
			I bought special candles for the
			table setting... pure beeswax.

	Worf thinks of a way to get out of this.

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT TWO    25.

33   CONTINUED:

					WORF
			I will not have time this evening.
			I have a prisoner.

					TROI
				(jibing Worf)
			I'll watch him for you, Sheriff.
			You two go have a good time.

	Worf shoots Troi a look.

					WORF
			That is very considerate of you.
			But I would be negligent in my
			duties if I did not stay.
				(beat)
			I am sorry... Ms. Annie.

	Annie glares at him, temper flaring.

					ANNIE
			It's another woman, ain't it?
			That floosie down at Miss
			Langford's House of Pleasure...

					WORF
				(confused)
			Who... where?

	Annie SLAPS Worf in the face -- then EXITS. (NOTE: It
	does not hurt Worf.) A stunned beat as Worf tries to
	figure out what just happened. Eli glances up from
	his game of solitare.

					ELI
			You sure got a way with women,
			Sheriff.

	OFF Worf's confused look...

  STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/18/92 - ACT TWO  26.

34   EXT. SPACE - THE ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)

	in orbit.

35   INT. PICARD'S QUARTERS

	Picard is holding a cup of tea. He sits down in his
	chair... takes a relaxing sip of the tea...

					PICARD
			Computer -- activate Picard
			Mozart trio, Program One.
				(beat)
			Play back tracks one, two and
			three. Tempo allegro.

	The instruments we heard before -- the cello, the oboe
	and the flute -- begin to PLAY. Picard sits back and
	enjoys the melody. Suddenly, a tiny note of dissonance
	occurs in the music.

	Picard hears it -- listens intently. The playback
	warbles for a moment, getting worse -- then A LOUD
	SYMPHONY BLARES OUT (NOTE: It is Dvorak's "The Slavonic
	Dances".)

	Picard is startled.

					PICARD
				(over the din)
			Computer -- stop playback!

	The symphony STOPS.

					PICARD
				(to computer)
			Computer -- identify musical
			composition.

					COMPUTER VOICE
			Picard Mozart trio, Program
			One.

	OFF Picard's puzzled look -- how can that be?

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT TWO    27.

36   INT. REHEARSAL ROOM

	Beverly is using the space to rehearse the play.
	RIKER and TWO CREWMEMBERS make up the cast. They are
	sitting in a semi-circle, listening to Beverly's
	direction. Everyone is holding a PADD.

					BEVERLY
			Let's read through Act Two. From
			the beginning...

	Riker looks at his PADD and begins to read...

					RIKER
				(reading)
			"Felis catus is your taxonomic nomenclature
			An endothermic quadraped, carnivorous... "

	Over this, Beverly reacts to what she hears --
	something doesn't sound right.

					BEVERLY
			Hold it... Wil, what are you
			reading?

					RIKER
			My lines. Why?

					BEVERLY
			That's not the right dialogue...

	Riker looks at the PADD, confused. Beverly crosses
	to Riker and looks at his PADD. She reads aloud...

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT TWO    28.

36   CONTINUED:

					BEVERLY
				(reading)
			Your visual, olfactory, and auditory senses
			Contribute to your hunting skill and... "

	Riker starts to realize...

					RIKER
			Wait a second... I recognize
			this... It's Data's poetry.

	Beverly looks at her own PADD, hits a few commands into
	it, reads the screen... hits a few more commands.

					BEVERLY
			The play's gone. I just keep
			getting more poetry...

	As they exchange a mystified look...

37   INT. ENGINEERING

	Geordi and Data are examining opened PADDs. Several
	other PADDs are sitting nearby. Beverly watches,
	curious. Geordi sets aside the PADD.

					GEORDI
			Well.. the PADDs are functioning
			normally...
				(beat)
			It seems to be a problem with the
			information retrieval net. For
			some reason, when you tried to
			bring up your play, the computer
			accessed Data's literary files.

	Data thinks.

					DATA
			Geordi, perhaps this problem is
			related to our interface
			experiment.

	Geordi nods.

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT TWO    29.

37   CONTINUED:

					GEORDI
			We'd better run a Level Two
			diagnostic on the computer. See
			if the problem has spread to any
			other systems...

					DATA
			And I will perform a
			self-diagnostic.

					GEORDI
			Good idea.

	Data EXITS. Geordi starts to work a console.

					BEVERLY
			You'll let me know if you find
			the play?

					GEORDI
			Yeah... Don't worry, it's in here
			somewhere.

	Beverly nods. As Geordi works...

38   EXT. HOLODECK - WESTERN STREET - DAY

	CLOSE ON Alexander walking along, holding a small
	canvas BAG. He opens up the bag and peers inside,
	shakes the bag a little, causing it to JANGLE -- it's
	obviously full of money. He smiles and continues to
	jangle the bag...

	From offscreen, a HAND grabs Alexander by the shoulder.
	Alexander stops, startled, and slowly looks up...

	Standing over him are Eli's two henchmen seen earlier
	-- the bandito and the henchmen. Alexander reacts --
	but before he can say a word, one of the henchmen
	clamps a giant hand over his mouth. Alexander
	struggles as they carry him away...

38A  INT. MINES

	A short time later. The bandito and the henchmen are
	leading Alexander through the dark, abandoned tunnel.
	Alexander's hands are tied together with a rope, his
	mouth gagged by a bandanna.

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT TWO    30.

38A  CONTINUED:

	We hear FOOTSTEPS approach them. They look up to see
	a SHADOWY FIGURE step into view, dressed in all black
	-- this is FRANK HOLLANDER, Eli Hollander's father.
	His face is obscured by shadow.

					BANDITO
				(re: Alexander)
			We got him...

	The henchman removes the bandanna from Alexander's
	mouth. The shadowy figure speaks in a cold and
	menacing voice...

					DATA/FRANK
				(to Alexander)
			Where's my boy?

	Alexander struggles to escape, confused by this turn
	in the program.

					ALEXANDER
			I'm not supposed to be kidnapped
			now...
				(to computer)
			Computer -- freeze program!

	Nothing happens. Alexander grows alarmed.

					ALEXANDER
			Hey!
				(to computer)
			Computer -- freeze program!

	No response. Alexander is restrained by the henchman.
	He is scared now -- no longer a cowboy, but a little
	boy in peril...

					BANDITO
				(to figure, re;
				 Alexander)
			You want us to kill him, Senor
			Frank?

					DATA/FRANK
			No...

	The figure takes a step forward. As he comes into the
	light, we see that HIS FACE LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE DATA'S
	FACE. He stops and stares down at Alexander.

					DATA/FRANK
			He's more valuable to us alive.

    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT TWO    30A.

38A  CONTINUED: (2)

	OFF Alexander's startled reaction...

                                             FADE OUT.

                        END OF ACT TWO                          

   STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT THREE   31.

                           ACT THREE                            

	FADE IN:

39   EXT. SPACE - THE ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)

	orbiting the red giant planet.

40   INT. DATA'S QUARTERS

	Data is standing at a replicator slot.

					DATA
				(to replicator)
			Feline supplement, one hundred
			twenty-seven.

	Offscreen, a bowl of cat food MATERIALIZES. Data picks
	up the bowl of food and sets it on the floor, in front
	of his cat, SPOT.

					DATA
			Spot, I have formulated a new
			mixture of foods specifically
			tailored to your highly selective
			tastes.

	Spot sniffs at the food... doesn't seem to like it...
	and walks away. Data reacts.

					DATA
			Puzzling. I find it extremely
			difficult to predict what you will
			find acceptable.
				(beat)
			Perhaps hunger will compel you
			to try it again.

	Data crosses to his desk and sits down. He begins to
	work the console. Spot JUMPS UP onto the control
	panel, making it impossible for Data to work. Data
	watches him a moment.

					DATA
			Spot, you are disrupting my
			ability to work.

	Data gently nudges him aside. But Spot remains on the
	desk. Data tries to keep working, but it is difficult.

	Data gives Spot a more forceful push off the desk --
	his face revealing the merest hint of annoyance.

 STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/23/92 - ACT THREE 32.

40   CONTINUED:

	When he speaks, he momentarily, inexplicably, slips
	into a Texan accent --

					DATA
				(Texan accent)
			You lil' varmint.

	Spot scampers off. Data returns to work, not noticing
	the strange slip. He continues to work as if nothing
	has happened...

41   INT. HOLODECK - SHERIFF'S OFFICE - DAY

	Troi and Worf are standing face to face, feet apart
	in a ready stance. She is showing Worf how to draw
	a. gun. Eli is in cell, clumsily shuffling his deck
	of cards.

					TROI
			The most important thing about
			the quick draw is, you've got to
			hold your arm loose... like
			this...

 STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/23/92 - ACT THREE 33.

41   CONTINUED:

	Troi draws, cocks, aims. Fast and smooth. Reholsters.

					TROI
			Now... you try it.

	Worf takes a beat, readies himself... then he draws,
	cocks, and his GUN ACCIDENTALLY FIRES into the floor.

	A beat. They stand and exchange a look -- safe but
	shaken.

					ELI
				(chiding)
			Hell to blazes... I better warn
			my pa. We got a regular sharp
			shooter here!

	Worf glares at him.

					WORF
			Silence.

	Troi moves to a window and glances outside, concerned
	about something.

					TROI
			Worf... Alexander has been gone
			for over half an hour. Shouldn't
			he be back by now?

	Worf considers. He's enjoying this program, and is
	eager to get back into the story.

					WORF
			Yes... I will go find him.
				(re: Eli)
			Watch the prisoner.

	Troi nods and picks up her rifle. Worf EXITS. Troi
	sits down at the desk and looks at Eli. Eli starts
	to deal solitare, ignoring her.

   STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT THREE   34.

41   CONTINUED: (2)

	Troi slips into her Counselor mode -- she can't resist
	having a little fun...

					TROI
			So, Mister Hollander... I
			understand you've lived a life
			of violent crime.
				(beat)
			Would you like to discuss your
			feelings about it?

	As Eli throws Troi a suspicious look...

42   INT. GOLD STRIKE SALOON

	Various townsfolk are present; the piano player is
	playing a tune. Worf ENTERS the saloon, takes a look
	around the room, and crosses to the bar.

43   ON BAR COUNTER

	as Worf arrives.

					ANNIE (O.S.)
				(to Worf)
			What'll it be?

	Worf looks up, see Annie Meyers standing behind the
	bar. Clearly, she is still bitter at Worf.

					WORF
			I am looking for my deputy.
			Perhaps you have seen him.

   STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT THREE   35.

43   CONTINUED:

					ANNIE
			Nope.
				(beat)
			What'll you have?

	Worf hesitates, unsure what to order... makes an effort
	anyway...

					WORF
			Klingon Firewine.

					ANNIE
			This ain't Kansas City. We don't
			got none of that fancy European
			stuff here.
				(sarcastic)
			Maybe I should bring you a sherry.
			That is what they serve over at
			Miss Langford's, ain't it?

	Before Worf can respond, Annie walks off.

	From offscreen, we HEAR the GALLOP OF SEVERAL HORSES
	outside the saloon. People turn to look, curious at
	the commotion. We hear the horses come to a stop,
	whinnying... the sound of men dismounting the horses...
	then FOOTSTEPS on the wooden porch of the saloon...

44   ON THE DOORS

	as they swing open and Data/Frank Hollander ENTERS
	along with the bandito and the henchman.

	The room falls silent. An ominous beat as they scan
	the room... and spot Worf at the bar. They take a few
	steps toward the bar counter. Data/Frank's manner is
	polite but menacing.

					DATA/FRANK
				(to Worf)
			Howdy, Sheriff.

	Worf reacts to the sight of Data -- surprised to see
	him.

					WORF
			Commander ... what are you doing
			here?

	Data/Frank eyes him.

					DATA/FRANK
			The name is Frank Hollander.


   STAR TREK: "The Quality... " - REV. 9/25/92 - ACT FIVE   36.

44   CONTINUED:

	Worf reacts -- takes a moment to realize that Data is
	simply having fun with his character...

					WORF
				(realizing)
			Oh... I see...

	Worf lets out a little smile.

					DATA/FRANK
			What are you smiling at?

	Worf stops smiling -- decides to play along.

					WORF
			Nothing. Nothing at all...
			"Mister Hollander."
				(beat)
			What is it you want?

	Data/Frank eyes him.

					DATA FRANK
			My boy.

					WORF
			That is not possible. Your son
			is to stand trial for murder.

					DATA/FRANK
			Well then... maybe we can work
			it out. Is there something
			you want... in exchange for
			my boy?

					WORF
			You have nothing I want.

   STAR TREK: "The Quality... " - REV. 9/25/92 - ACT FIVE   37.

44   CONTINUED: (2)

					DATA/FRANK
			What about... your deputy?

	Worf reacts.

					WORF
			What about him?

	Data/Frank smiles -- his look says it all. Worf
	realizes.

					WORF
			Where is he?

	Data/Frank just stares at him. Worf bristles, but stands
	firm -- he's really enjoying this program.

					WORF
			I do not negotiate with criminals.
				(beat)
			Your son will stand trial.

	Worf takes a step toward the door. From behind,
	Data/Frank's hand clamps down hard on Worf's shoulder.
	Worf stops, reacting to the grip. He turns around...

					DATA/FRANK
			Not so fast...

	Data/Frank pushes him. Worf stumbles backward a step.
	He looks at Data/Frank, surprised, and a little annoyed.
	He quietly breaks character...

					WORF
			Commander... what are you doing?

	Data/Frank reaches out and pushes him yet again,
	taunting.

					DATA/FRANK
			I ain't in the mood for games,
			Sheriff.

	Worf reacts to the remark -- something doesn't seem
	right about this...

   STAR TREK: "The Quality... " - REV. 9/25/92 - ACT FIVE   38.

44   CONTINUED: (3)

					WORF
				(uncertain)
			Data... ?

	Data/Frank ignores him and pushes him again, harder,
	with android strength. Worf hits up against the bar.
	He senses it now -- something is not right.

					WORF
				(to computer)
			Computer -- freeze program.

	Nothing happens. Worf grows alarmed, looks at Data/Frank
	and the others. They take Worf's look as a threatening
	one -- and all of their hands drop to the butts of
	their guns.

					DATA/FRANK
			Your move, Sheriff.

	The scene takes on a whole new tension as Worf realizes
	that something is terribly wrong. Play the suspense as
	Worf slowly backs toward the door... having to pass the
	two henchmen along the way...

					DATA/FRANK
				(a threat)
			I wouldn't walk out that door,
			Sheriff...

	Worf hesitates... his patience wearing thin... he's
	had it with this program. A tense beat... then Worf
	intently takes a step toward the door...

	Data/Frank DRAWS HIS GUN and FIRES at Worf --

	Worf grabs his arm in pain -- pulls back his hand to
	reveal that he's bleeding from a GUNSHOT WOUND in his
	arm. He's been hit -- for real.

	Worf glances at the men, alarmed -- something is
	terribly wrong....

	It happens all at once:

	-- Worf DIVES through the swinging doors to get away...

	-- The two henchmen draw their guns and all three men
	OPEN FIRE on Worf...

   STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT THREE   38A.

45   INT. SHERIFF'S OFFICE

	Troi is on her feet, rifle in hand, having heard the
	gunshots outside.

   STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT THREE   39.

45   CONTINUED:

	Worf barrels in the door, breathless and concerned. He
	bolts and locks the doors.

					TROI
			Worf, what's going on?

					WORF
			The Holodeck safeguards are not
			functioning. Alexander is in
			danger.

	Troi moves to him -- sees that Worf's arm is bleeding
	from a GUNSHOT WOUND.

					TROI
				(re: wound)
			My God -- you've been shot.

	They exchange a worried look.

					TROI
				(to computer)
			Computer -- end program.
				(taps communicator)
			Troi to Captain Picard.
				(beat)
			Troi to Security.

	No response.

					WORF
			There is a new character in the
			program -- Hollander's father.
			He looks like Commander Data...

					TROI
				(reacts)
			Data?

					WORF
			But it is not Data... I cannot
			explain.
				(beat)
			I believe he has taken Alexander.

	Troi removes a BANDANA from her pocket and uses it to
	wrap Worf's arm. From offscreen:

					DATA/ELI (O.S.)
			Now ain't that a shame... the poor
			Sheriff's been injured...

	Worf and Troi look toward the cell -- and stop cold
	at what they see...

   STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT THREE   40.

45A  INCLUDE DATA/ELI

	standing at the cell bars, looking out. ELI NOW LOOKS
	EXACTLY LIKE DATA. Same Western clothes, same accent,
	same personality -- but he has Data's face.

					DATA/ELI
			What's wrong... was my pa a little
			too rough on you?

	Data/Eli starts to laugh tauntingly. OFF Troi and
	Worf's reaction...

                                             FADE OUT.

                       END OF ACT THREE                         


    STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT FOUR    41.

                           ACT FOUR                             

	FADE IN:

46   INT. HOLODECK - SHERIFF'S OFFICE

	Continuous. Worf and Troi staring at Data/Eli,
	surprised by the sight.

					TROI
			Data... ?

	Data/Eli looks at her, uncertain.

					DATA/ELI
			What?

	It's clear from Data/Eli's behavior that this is still
	the gunslinger character of Eli. They watch him a
	moment.

					TROI
				(quietly, to Worf)
			Why would the computer create
			Holodeck characters that look like
			Data?

	Worf shakes his head, doesn't know -- he glares at
	Data/Eli, growing furious at the situation. There is
	a sense of urgency in the air, now -- it's no longer
	just a harmless Holodeck fantasy.

					WORF
				(to Data/Eli)
			Where have they taken my son?

	Data/Eli shrugs and smiles at Worf -- a taunt. Worf's
	temper flares -- he quickly reaches out and grabs
	Data/Eli through the cell bars, pulls him forward by
	the collar.

					WORF
				(demands)
			Where is he?

					DATA/ELI
			Temper, temper, Sheriff. Pa
			wouldn't be too pleased if I came
			back all bruised...

	Worf tightens his grip, one step away from violence.
	Troi tries to ease the situation.

  STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/17/92 - ACT FOUR 42-43.     

46   CONTINUED:

					TROI
			Worf, wait...

	A beat. Worf releases Data/Eli, seething. He joins
	Troi and they speak privately.

					TROI
			We've got to remember... the
			Holodeck safeguards may be off,
			but this is still a program...
				(beat)
			If we can get to the end of this
			story... the way it was designed
			to play out... the program should
			automatically terminate.

	Worf sees her point and calms down.

					WORF
			You are right...
				(beat)
			I will begin by speaking to the
			people of this town. Perhaps
			someone witnessed Alexander's
			abduction.

	Troi nods -- good idea. Worf moves to the door,
	unlocks it and carefully peers outside -- the coast
	is clear. He EXITS. Troi glances at the jail cell,
	where Data/Eli is sitting on the cot, quietly playing
	solitaire...

  STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/24/92 - ACT FOUR 44-46.     

47
thru	OMITTED
48

49   EXT. SPACE - THE ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)

	in orbit around the red giant.

50   INT. OBSERVATION LOUNGE

	Picard, Riker, Data, Geordi. Mid-conversation.

					GEORDI
			We think our interface experiment
			may have caused one of the
			computer's core subroutines to
			be altered.

					DATA
			When the interface malfunction
			occurred, subroutine C-forty-seven
			was replaced by elements of my
			personal programming.

					RIKER
			What does C-forty-seven control?

					GEORDI
			Library computer access...
			replicator selection...
			recreational programming... No
			critical systems.

      STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/18/92 - ACT FOUR     47.

50   CONTINUED:

					DATA
				(to Picard)
			That would explain why your music
			composition program began playing
			"The Slavonic Dances." I have
			been analyzing the collected works
			of Anton Dvorak.

					GEORDI
				(nods)
			The same with Doctor Crusher's
			play... and with the food
			replicators...

	Picard reacts -- he hasn't heard about this one yet.

					RIKER
				(explains)
			The replicators on Decks Four
			through Nine have started
			producing nothing but cat food.

					PICARD
			Cat food?

					DATA
			I have been formulating
			nutritional supplements for Spot.

	Picard considers the situation.

					PICARD
			When can you have the problem
			corrected?

					DATA
			We are currently attempting to
			isolate the corrupted circuit
			pathways.
				(beat)
			I reckon the process should take
			less then two hours.

	Reactions to Data's statement. Except for Data, who
	has not noticed the slip.

					PICARD
			What did you say?

        STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT FOUR        48.

50   CONTINUED: (2)

					DATA
			I said the process would take less
			than two hours.

					RIKER
			No -- you said "I reckon... "

	Data thinks.

					DATA
			According to my memory log, I did
			not use those words.
				(Texan accent)
			Ya'll must be mistaken.

	Reactions.

					GEORDI
			There, Data, You did it again.

					DATA
				(Texan accent)
			Did whut?

	Reactions -- what the hell's going on? Data looks at
	them, puzzled.

					PICARD
			Mister La Forge -- perhaps you
			should take Mister Data to
			Engineering. See if you can find
			the problem.

					GEORDI
			Aye sir.

	Geordi and Data rise to go. As they walk toward the
	door, Data hitches his thumbs into his waistband and,
	with a slight bow-legged swagger, EXITS the room.

	Picard and Riker exchange a glance. OFF their puzzled
	reactions...

51   INT. HOLODECK - SHERIFF'S OFFICE

	Troi is pacing nervously, rifle in-hand. She glances
	out the window... moves back to the desk... waiting...

      STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/17/92 - ACT FOUR     49.

51   CONTINUED:

	From offscreen, Data/Eli can be heard SHUFFLING his
	deck of cards. Troi ignores it at first,
	preoccupied... then she takes note. The card shuffling
	seems to be getting faster and faster... like it's
	being done at increasingly high speeds...

	Troi listens for a moment, curious. Then she crosses
	to the jail cell and peers inside. She reacts to what
	she sees --

52   ANGLE ON DATA/ELI (OPTICAL)

	sitting on the cot, SHUFFLING the deck of cards at
	HYPER SPEED -- android speed. He proceeds to deal a
	hand of solitaire at hyper-speed... then plays out the
	game at hyper-speed...

	Troi stares at him, realizing. Data/Eli stops and
	looks right at her.

					DATA/ELI
			Can I help you with somethin?

	There's a knock at the door. Troi quickly moves to
	the door... unlocks the bolt... opens the door a crack
	to see who's there, then opens it. Worf ENTERS,
	looking urgent.

					WORF
			I spoke to several witnesses.
			One saw Alexander being abducted
			as he was leaving the bank... by
			Hollander's men.

	Worf crosses to the desk, opens a drawer and starts
	to look for something. This is a bizarre and
	frightening situation, but Worf is intent on getting
	out of it.

					WORF
			We will begin a systematic search
			of the town...

	Worf removes a boxful of BULLETS and sets them on the
	desktop -- begins to shove bullets into his pocket.
	Troi glances at the jail cell, troubled.

      STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/17/92 - ACT FOUR    49A.

52   CONTINUED:

					TROI
			Worf... we've got another
			problem. I saw Eli shuffling his
			cards. He was doing it the way
			Data does when he plays poker...
				(beat)
			He doesn't just look like Data...
			he has Data's abilities. And
			his father probably does, as
			well...

	Worf stops and looks at the cell, disturbed by the
	news.

        STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT FOUR        50.

52   CONTINUED: (2)

	A knock at the door. Worf and Troi exchange a look.
	Troi raises her rifle and Worf draws his gun. Worf
	moves to the door, unbolts it, and eases it open.

	Data/Frank Hollander is standing in the doorway. Troi
	reacts -- it's the first time she's seen him.

					DATA/FRANK
			Howdy, Sheriff.
				(beat)
			I came to see my boy.

	Troi points her rifle in his general direction.

					WORF
			Remove your weapon.

	Data/Frank smiles and takes his gun out of his holster
	-- offers it handle-first to Worf.

					DATA/FRANK
				(re: gun)
			Take a good look at that gun,
			Sheriff... you might see it again
			real soon.

	Data/Frank enters the room. He walks toward the cell,
	eager to see his son.

					DATA/FRANK
			Eli?

	Inside the cell, Eli jumps to his feet and grips the
	cell bars.

					DATA/ELI
			Pa!

53   ANGLE ON DATA/FRANK AND DATA/ELI (OPTICAL)

	standing face to face, separated by the cell door.

					DATA/FRANK
			How have they been treating you,
			son?

					DATA/ELI
			Real bad, Pa. They ain't fed me
			since I got here... and the
			Sheriff's been roughin me up
			somethin fierce.

        STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT FOUR        51.

53   CONTINUED:

					DATA/FRANK
			Don't you worry. The Sheriff will
			pay for this.

	Data/Frank throws a look at Worf and Troi.

					DATA/FRANK
				(re: Troi)
			Who's the stranger?

					DATA/ELI
			Don't know... she ain't said her
			name. But she's in cahoots with
			the Sheriff... and she's mighty
			mean with a Winchester.

	Data/Frank nods.

					DATA/FRANK
			Sit tight, boy. I'll have you
			home in time for supper.

54   RESUME SCENE

	Data/Frank moves to Worf and Troi, adamant.

					DATA/FRANK
			I'll give you one more opportunity
			to avoid an ugly situation,
			Sheriff. Release my boy.

	Worf bristles, but plays along.

					WORF
			I have... reconsidered your offer.
			I will release your son... in
			exchange for my deputy.

	Data/Frank smiles -- clearly, he's a man who is used
	to winning.

					DATA/FRANK
			I thought you might have a change
			of heart...
				(beat)
			Meet me in two hours. You be
			in front of the saloon... I'll
			be in front of the livery station.

	Worf nods.

144:[4,#b]
        STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT FOUR        52.

54   CONTINUED:

					WORF
			Agreed.

	Data/Frank moves toward the door -- Worf hands him his
	gun. Data/Eli stops at Troi and gives her a hard look.

					DATA/FRANK
				(to Worf, re; Troi)
			Strangers ain't invited.

	Troi narrows her eyes at him. Data/Frank EXITS. Worf
	turns to Troi, relieved. But Troi looks concerned
	about something...

					TROI
			In every Western I've ever read,
			the villains break their word.
			We can't trust him.

					WORF
			But we have made an honorable
			agreement.

					TROI
			They're not concerned with honor,
			Worf. This is the Ancient West.
			There's a gunfighter out there
			who can shoot with the speed and
			accuracy of an android...
				(beat)
			And in two hours, he's going to
			try to kill you.

	OFF Worf and Troi's concern as the gravity of the
	situation sinks in...

                                             FADE OUT.

                        END OF ACT FOUR                         

        STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT FIVE        53.

                           ACT FIVE                             

	FADE IN:

55   EXT. SPACE - THE ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)

	orbiting the red giant.

56   INT. ENGINEERING

	Data is sitting by a console, a panel in his head open,
	being examined by Geordi. Riker ENTERS and crosses
	to them. Data has gotten worse -- he slips in and out
	of a Texan accent throughout the scene, completely
	unaware of his bizarre behavior.

					DATA
				(to Riker, Texan accent)
			Howdy, Commander.

	An awkward beat.

					RIKER
			Mister La Forge... what have you
			found?

					DATA
				(Texan accent)
			Well... we figure parts of my
			memory structure...
				(normal voice)
			... have been replaced with
			information from the computer's
			recreational data-base.

					GEORDI
			Specifically, files relating to
			the nineteenth century American
			West.

					RIKER
			That explains the accent...

					DATA
				(Texan accent)
			That's right, partner.

	Riker and Geordi exchange a look.

					RIKER
			Is this another result of the
			interface experiment?

      STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/17/92 - ACT FIVE     54.

56   CONTINUED:

					GEORDI
			I'm afraid so. But we've
			initiated a progressive memory
			purge to restore Data's programming
			to its original state.
				(beat)
			He should be back to normal in
			a few hours.

					RIKER
			What about the computer's
			recreational data-base?

					GEORDI
			We've started a memory purge
			there, as well. It'll take
			another hour... maybe two.

	Data tips an invisible hat to Riker.

					DATA
				(Texan accent)
			You just sit tight, Commander.
			We'll have it fixed up in time
			for supper.

	Riker nods.

					RIKER
			Good.

	As Riker turns to go...

57   INT. HOLODECK - SHERIFF'S OFFICE

58   CLOSE ON A MAP

	A hand-drawn map of the center of town, laid out on the
	Sheriff's desk. Worf has made the map himself. He
	is pointing to one end of town with a stylus -- an
	inkwell is close at hand.

					WORF (O.S.)
			I will be positioned here, at the
			Eastern end of the street...

	He points to the West end.

					WORF (O.S.)
			Frank Hollander says he will
			approach from this end...

        STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT FIVE        55.

59   INCLUDE THE SCENE

	Worf and Troi are looking at the map, speaking softly,
	so Data/Eli cannot hear. On the desktop, we can see
	Worf and Troi's communicators laid out. They are
	having a makeshift tactical conference. There is a
	sense of urgency in the air as they plan a strategy.

	Worf dips the stylus into the inkwell and draws an "X"
	in the middle of the street.

					WORF
				(re: "x")
			Once he gets to this point, he
			will be within range.

	Troi studies the map. She nods, anxious but
	determined.

					TROI
			Understood.
				(beat)
			What about Alexander?

					WORF
			There is a rain barrel in front
			of the saloon. It should be
			enough to stop the bullets.

	There's a KNOCK at the door. Troi grabs her rifle and
	Worf moves to the door, unlocks it and opens it a
	crack. Annie Meyers ENTERS, carrying a wooden BOX full
	of various EQUIPMENT -- wire coils, transformer
	batteries, etc. She speaks to Worf in an urgent
	whisper.

					ANNIE
				(to Worf)
			You wouldn't believe what I went
			through to talk Old Man Newsome
			out of his telegraph machine...

        STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT FIVE        56.

59   CONTINUED:

	Worf looks pleased.

					WORF
			Excellent.

	Worf takes the box and crosses to the desk... rummages
	through the box and finds a small PEN KNIFE. He picks
	up one of the communicator pins and OPENS it... then
	grabs a coil of copper wire, breaks off a length, and
	begins to connect the wire to the communicator circuits
	with the pen knife...

					ANNIE
				(expecting a response)
			Lord knows why I keep riskin my
			life for you, Sheriff...

	Worf ignores her. Troi nudges Worf to respond.
	Begrudgingly, Worf tips his hat to Annie.

					WORF
				(to Annie)
			Thank you, Ms. Annie. I am...
			in your debt.

	Annie brightens -- that's enough for her.

	Worf glances up at a CLOCK on the wall.

60   ANGLE - THE CLOCK

	It reads four o'clock...

                                             DISSOLVE TO:

        STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT FIVE        57.

61   THE CLOCK

	It now reads five fifteen.

62   INCLUDE THE ROOM

	Worf is making some last-minute adjustments to a DEVICE
	attached to his holster -- it's a small metallic box,
	fashioned from spare parts. Copper wiring connects
	the device to a communicator pin on Worf's vest.

	Troi walks over to him, eyeing the device (Annie is
	gone).

					TROI
			How long will the field last?

					WORF
			It is highly unstable. No more
			than fifteen seconds.

					TROI
			Let's hope that's enough.

	Worf nods. OFF his look of concern...

                                             CUT TO:

63   EXT. WESTERN STREET - DAY

	WIDE ANGLE on the same street seen earlier. But it
	is now empty, except for a couple of TOWNSPEOPLE who
	are hurrying on their way. A sense of foreboding is
	in the air...

	Visible in the frame is a RAIN BARREL sitting on the
	street in front of the Gold Strike saloon... as well
	as a nearby COVERED WAGON...

64   NEW ANGLE - STREET

	Data/Frank steps into view, holding Alexander by the
	arm. He stops, waiting. Somewhere, A CHURCH BELL
	starts to TOLL... six times total throughout the
	scene...

	Data/Frank pulls out a cigar and sticks it in his
	mouth. He strikes a match... and stops in mid-motion
	at what he sees...

                                             INTERCUT:

        STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT FIVE        58.

65   ANGLE - WORF

	walking to his spot at the opposite end of the street.
	He still wears the make-shift device on his holster,
	and the communicator pin on his chest. Data/Eli is
	at his side.

	Data/Frank smiles, and lights up his cigar. A tense
	beat goes by. Then Data/Frank gives Alexander a little
	shove. Alexander stumbles forward... then begins a
	tentative walk down the street toward Worf...

	Worf nudges Data/Eli, sending him on his way toward
	Data/Frank...

	Play the suspense as the two prisoners make the long
	walk down the empty street... At one point, as they
	pass each other, and they exchange a look. Alexander
	reacts to the sight of Data...

	Alexander comes closer and closer to Worf, almost
	within reach. As he approaches, Worf sends a
	deliberate glance toward the nearby rain barrel.
	Alexander glances at it too... understanding that Worf
	wants him to see it...

	Suddenly, Data/Frank lets out a loud WHISTLE --

66   DATA/HENCHMAN

	emerges from behind a building. (The same henchman
	seen earlier, but now he resembles Data.)

67   DATA/BANDITO

	appears on the second story balcony of a building,
	pistol drawn, and looks down at the scene.

68   DATA/FRANK

	calls out to his son --

					DATA/FRANK
			Eli -- down!

	It all happens at once:

69   DATA/ELI

	drops to the ground...

      STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/17/92 - ACT FIVE    58A.

70   DATA/FRANK

	draws his pistol...

71   WORF AND ALEXANDER

					WORF
				(calls out)
			Alexander!

	Alexander quickly takes cover behind the rain barrel
	as Worf hits a switch on the device attached to his
	holster --

72   DATA/FRANK

	OPENS FIRE on Worf with android proficiency --

73   WORF (OPTICAL)

	As he is hit by the first TWO BULLETS, a FORCE FIELD
	activates around his body, deflecting the bullets in
	crazy ricochets. (NOTE: The force field should look
	unstable and staticky.) Worf stumbles backward from
	the impact of the hits... tries to keep his balance...

74   ALEXANDER

	crawls out from behind the rain barrel and into the
	safety of the saloon... stops just inside the door and
	peers out so he can watch the gunfight...

75   DATA/ELI

	gets to his feet and out of the line of fire...

75A  DATA/FRANK

	relentlessly takes aim again...

76   WORF (OPTICAL)

	takes the impact of TWO MORE BULLETS, the FORCE FIELD
	FLASHING AND FRITZING with every strike... looking more
	unstable with every hit. Another BULLET hits... then
	another BULLET and the FORCE FIELD FRITZES OUT
	COMPLETELY. Worf reacts, realizing he's vulnerable --
	hits the switch on the device but it won't work...

      STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/18/92 - ACT FIVE    58B.

77   DATA/FRANK

	takes aim and pulls the trigger -- but the gun has
	run out of bullets. His six-shooter CLICKS
	empty... click, click, click...

	From offscreen --

					DATA/BANDITO (O.S.)
			Senor Frank!

	The sequence plays out in SLOW MOTION:

78   THE BANDITO

	throws his pistol down to Data/Frank...

78A  WORF

	drops his hand to his holster and tries to draw his gun
	-- fumbles with the gun... can't get it out...
	suspense builds...

78B  THE BANDITO'S GUN

	as it TUMBLES through the air...

78C  WORF

	manages to draw his gun... takes aim... awkwardly
	starts to cock the hammer back...

79   DATA/FRANK

	catches the gun with android skill and moves to shoot
	Worf...

	RESUME NORMAL MOTION:

80   WORF

	FIRES his gun at Data/Frank...

81   DATA/FRANK

	as the gun is BLOWN out of his hand. He reacts,
	outdrawn.

      STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/17/92 - ACT FIVE     59.

82   ANGLE - DATA/ELI AND DATA/HENCHMAN

	as they start to take a step toward Worf. Behind them,
	the canvas flap on the covered wagon drops open to
	reveal Troi. She aims her Winchester rifle in their
	direction and COCKS it.

					TROI
				(to Datas)
			Don't even think about it.

	The two Datas stop, turn to look... they raise their
	arms into the air, defeated...

83   DATA/BANDITO

	sees the danger of the situation...

84   ANGLE - WORF AND DATA/FRANK

	staring each other down. Data/Frank spreads his arms
	wide and just stands there, staring at Worf defiantly.

					DATA/FRANK
			Go ahead and shoot me.

	Worf glares at him, his Klingon instincts flaring to
	the surface... he cocks his pistol... a tense beat goes
	by... then he glances toward the saloon...

85   ALEXANDER

	is peering out from the doorway, anxiously waiting to
	see what Worf will do...

86   WORF AND DATA/FRANK

	Worf thinks it over... keeps his pistol trained...

					WORF
				(to Data/Frank)
			Do not show your face in this
			town again.

	A beat. Then Data/Frank scowls and turns to go...

	Worf watches them go. Troi moves to his side, rifle
	in-hand. They exchange a grim look, then head toward
	the saloon...

        STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT FIVE       59A.

87   INT. GOLD STRIKE SALOON

	The room is empty, except for Alexander, who is
	standing by the door, peering outside. Worf and Troi
	ENTER.

					ALEXANDER
			Father!

	Alexander embraces Worf, grateful to see him.

					WORF
			Are you alright?

	Alexander looks at him and nods.

					ALEXANDER
			Yes.

	Worf glances around the room, suddenly concerned.

      STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/17/92 - ACT FIVE     60.

87   CONTINUED:

					WORF
				(to computer)
			Computer -- end program.

	Nothing happens. A tense beat.

					TROI
			I don't understand this. The
			story should be over... what's
			left?

	From offscreen --

					DATA/ANNIE (O.S.)
			Sheriff... Sheriff!

88   INCLUDE DATA/ANNIE (OPTICAL)

	ENTERING the saloon -- she now LOOKS EXACTLY LIKE DATA.

					DATA/ANNIE
			You're as handy with a
			shootin'-iron as you are with a
			lady's heart!

	Data/Annie rushes to Worf and wraps her arms around
	him, giving him a big kiss. Worf reacts, disgusted.

					WORF
				(to computer)
			Computer -- end program!

	The saloon VANISHES and the familiar GRID appears. As
	Worf, Troi and Alexander exchange a look of relief...

89   EXT. SPACE - THE ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)

	in orbit, facing another SHIP -- the Biko.

					PICARD (V.O.)
			Captain's Log, Stardate 46278.3.
			Both Commander Data and the ship's
			computer have been restored to
			normal operation. Our rendezvous
			with the supply ship Biko has
			proceeded as planned.

        STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - 9/17/92 - ACT FIVE        61.

90   INT. WORF'S QUARTERS

	Alexander is lying in his bed, exhausted from his
	adventure, fast asleep. Worf stops at the bed to
	check in on him. Satisfied, he turns to go. Alexander
	opens his eyes and looks at Worf.

					ALEXANDER
			Father...

	Worf stops, turns. Alexander looks a little gloomy.

					ALEXANDER
			After what happened... I guess
			you'll never want to go back to
			the Ancient West...

	A beat. Worf speaks gently.

      STAR TREK: "A Fistful of Datas" - REV. 9/17/92 - ACT FIVE     62.

90   CONTINUED:

					WORF
			The town of Deadwood may face
			danger again, Alexander. If they
			do... they'll need a Sheriff...
			and a deputy.

	Alexander smiles at the words, and happily rolls over
	to go back to sleep...

	Worf walks into the main room, stops at a table, and
	reaches down and picks up his cowboy hat -- the same
	one he's been wearing all along. He eyes it a moment,
	then glances toward a nearby MIRROR...

	He puts on the hat and crosses to the mirror... strikes
	a ready pose in front of it. Using his hand as an
	imaginary gun, he draws and aims at his reflection.
	Fast and smooth.

	OFF his face as he smiles...

91   OMITTED

92   EXT. SPACE - THE ENTERPRISE (OPTICAL)

	As the ship LEAVES ORBIT of the planet, a distant
	ORANGE STAR comes into view. The Enterprise flies off
	in the direction of the star, BACKLIT by the ORANGE
	GLOW... like a sunset...

                                             FADE OUT.

                        END OF ACT FIVE                         

                            THE END