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Data: Methinks I could not die anyplace so contented as in the King's company, his cause being just and his quarrel honourable.
Williams: That's more than we know.
Bates: Or more than we should seek after. If his cause be wrong, our obedience to the King wipes the crime of it out of us.
Williams: But if the cause be not good, the King himself hath a heavy reckoning to make when all those legs and arms and heads chopped off in a battle shall join together at the latter day and cry all, we died at such a place.
Data: The King is not bound to answer the particular endings of his soldiers, the father of his son, nor the master of his servant.
Picard: Splendid, Data. Splendid!
Picard: Captain's log, stardate: 43462.5. We have beamed aboard an apparent Romulan defector, who claims to be a low ranking logistics officer with extraordinary information about a secret offensive.
Picard: We have less than forty eight hours to prevent a war...or perhaps...to start one.
"Setal": Thank you, Doctor. How fortunate you know something of Romulan medicine.
Dr. Crusher: Yes. I had a chance to gain some experience recently.
"Setal": Ah, yes. The incident at Galorndon Core. The two officers.
Worf: You are aware of a great deal for a logistics clerk.
"Setal": It was common knowledge. I can show you my rating code.
Worf: Forged credentials are a simple matter for a spy.
"Setal": How do you allow Klingon pah'tk to walk around in a Starfleet uniform?
Worf: You are lucky this is not a Klingon ship. We know how to deal with spies.
"Setal": Remove this toh'Zah from my sight!
Riker: Your knowledge of Klingon curses is impressive, but as a Romulan might say, only a veroul would use such language in public. Mr. Worf, please see to the security arrangements for our guest's "stay."
"Setal": Lieutenant Worf. I like him. To be more accurate, I understand him. A warrior, proud, fearless, living only for combat. Exactly the type that will get us all killed, if we're not careful.
"Setal": Computer, water.
Computer Voice: Temperature?
"Setal": Twelve onkians.
Computer Voice: This system is calibrated to the Celsius metric system.
"Setal": Any temperature at all on the cold side of whatever your system is.
Computer Voice: Captain Picard, priority one message from Starfleet coming in on secured channel.
Picard: Computer, delay time?
Computer Voice: Two hours, twenty two minute delay from time of transmission at Starfleet Command on Lya III.
Picard: Computer, key access four one two mark eight zero. Picard, Jean-Luc. Starfleet priority code Gamma. Decode. Begin message.
Admiral Hayden: Captain, we have received an official protest from the Romulan Empire demanding the return of your defector. Obviously, we are refusing to comply. I join in your scepticism, but if it is a deception, the Romulans are certainly making a good show of it. The Federation Council has convened in emergency session. There is no doubt in my mind that this will eventually fall on your shoulders, Jean-Luc. You've got him. You must decide if he's telling the truth. For now, I suggest you proceed along the Neutral Zone border toward a Federation position proximate to Nelvana III.
Picard: Captain's log, stardate: 43463.7. We're holding a position at the Neutral Zone border proximate to Nelvana III. If our guest is telling the truth, there are twenty one hours left before the Romulan base becomes functional.
 
Admiral Hayden: The Monitor and the Hood are headed in your direction, though they will arrive too late to be of assistance. Warnings have gone out to all outposts along the border as well as several independent vessels in nearby sectors. No one here wants a war, Captain, but we are prepared to take them on if that's what they want. All Federation starships have been placed on yellow alert.
Picard: Data, it's very possible we are about to go to war. The repercussions of what we do during the next twenty four hours may be felt for years to come. I want you to keep a record of these events, so that history will have the benefit of a dispassionate view.
Data: I will begin immediately, sir. Is that all?
Picard: How is the crew's spirit?
Data: They are concerned, of course, Captain, but confident. Do you not see that, sir?
Picard: Data, unlike King Henry, it is not easy for me to disguise myself and walk among my troops.
Picard: Now, if these men do not die well, it will be a black matter for the king that led them to it.
Geordi: I don't know, Data. My gut tells me we ought to be listening to what this guy's trying to tell us.
Data: Your gut?
Geordi: It's just a feeling, you know? An instinct. Intuition.
Data: But those qualities would interfere with rational judgment, would they not?
Geordi: You're right. Sometimes they do.
Data: Then why not rely strictly on the facts?
Geordi: Because you just can't rely on the plain and simple facts. Sometimes they lie.
Data: They can lead to wrong conclusions, but they cannot lie.
Geordi: What do you think? Is he a defector or not?
Data: The facts to date would lead to an objective conclusion that he is not.
Geordi: Somehow I think we're going to catch the Romulans with their pants down on Nelvana III, just like he says.
Data: With their pants?
Geordi: A metaphor. Catching them in the act.
Data: Because your gut tells you so?
Geordi: Exactly. But you can't always go with your gut either. It's a combination, Data. Right, I'll put it to you this way. All these feelings that get in the way of human judgment, that confuse the hell out of us, that make us second guess ourselves, well we need them. We need them to help us fill in the missing pieces because we almost never have all the facts.
Data: So a person fills in missing pieces of the puzzle with his own personality, resulting in a conclusion based as much on instinct and intuition as on fact.
Geordi: Now you're getting it.
Data: But what does one do if he has no instinct and intuition?
Geordi: Data. Look at this. The facts just took a left turn.
"Setal": You're the android. I know a host of Romulan cyberneticists that would love to be this close to you.
Data: I do not find that concept particularly appealing.
"Setal": Nor should you.
Admiral Hayden: Captain, we have confirmed that you are holding Admiral Alidar Jarok. He has been identified as the commander at the massacre at the Norkan outposts. The Council strongly advises that you to consider Admiral Jarok an unreliable source of information.
Picard: Are you willing to help us overpower the Romulan B-type warbirds we may encounter? Are you prepared to help us detect them through their cloaking shields? You see my problem, Admiral. You ask us for faith in circumstances which are hardly possible to believe, compounded by lies and your refusal to tell us all you know.
Admiral Jarok: I cannot betray my people.
Picard: You've already betrayed your people, Admiral! You've made your choices, sir! You're a traitor! Now, if the bitter taste of that is unpalatable to you, I am truly sorry, but I will not risk the lives of my crew because you think you can dance on the edge of the Neutral Zone.
Picard: Admiral Jarok has provided me with the locations, strengths and tactical plans of the Romulan fleet. Mr. La Forge, he is prepared to give you Data regarding engines, weapons and the cloaking systems of the warbird class starship. But I believe his experience as a field commander will be more valuable for its strategic sense than in the technical areas.
Geordi: Any edge'll help, Captain.
Picard: Don't depend on it. For all we know, he may still be lying, but we shall find that out soon enough. Number One, set course for Nelvana III.
Data: Second officer's log, stardate: 43465.2. We have entered the Neutral Zone in direct violation of the Treaty of Algeron. Presuming Romulan warships are cloaked and monitoring us, we expect heavy resistance as we approach Nelvana III.
Picard: Perhaps you'd care to explain why we're here, Admiral.
Riker: There doesn't appear to be a base.
Admiral Jarok: I don't understand.
Picard: Nelvana III, Admiral! No base, no weapons, no sign of any life at all!
Admiral Jarok: But I saw the tactical communiqués. The records. Timetables for completion. An entire legion was assigned to the section.
Picard: Is it possible they could have been feeding you disinformation? You said that you had been censured. Reassigned, four months ago. They knew of your dissatisfaction. Could all this have been to test your loyalty?
Admiral Jarok: No. No. It's impossible.
Picard: They let you escape with an arsenal of worthless secrets. What other explanation is there?
Riker: Permission to withdraw from the Neutral Zone?
Picard: At your earliest convenience, Number One.
Riker: Helm, bring her round one hundred and eighty degrees. Geordi, get us out of here!
Geordi: I hear you, Commander.
Tomalak: Captain Picard, I hardly expected to see you again so soon. It seems this time you are the one who has made an aggressive move across the Neutral Zone.
Picard: Commander Tomalak, as I'm sure you already know, we were responding to a warnings of Romulan incursions at Nelvana III.
Tomalak: But, Captain, as you can see, there is no incursion.
Picard: And the matter of the unidentified subspace radio emissions, and the ionisation disturbances?
Tomalak: Ah, you must mean our orbiting probe. We are studying Nelvana III for archaeological research.
Picard: With a cloaked satellite?
Tomalak: Really, Captain, would you have us believe this satellite is an excuse for your aggressive charge across the Neutral Zone?
Picard: You can believe what you wish. We will be on our way.
Tomalak: Without even an apology, Captain?
Picard: If an apology will do, then I offer it.
Tomalak: I'm afraid it won't, so I will save you the humiliation.
Picard: Get to it, Tomalak!
Tomalak: You see, Picard, after we dissect your Enterprise for every precious bit of information, I intend to display its broken hull in the centre of the Romulan capital as a symbol of our victory. It will inspire our armies for generations to come, and serve as a warning to any other traitor who would create ripples of disloyalty.
Tomalak: I urge you, Captain Picard, surrender. Consider the men and women you would lead into a lost cause.
Picard: If the cause is just and honourable, they are prepared to give their lives. Are you prepared to die today, Tomalak?
Tomalak: I expected more from you than an idle threat, Picard.
Picard: Then you shall have it. Mr. Worf.
Worf: Aye, sir.
(Three giant Klingon birds-of-prey uncloak around the Enterprise and Romulans)
Worf: Klingon warships armed and ready, sir.
Picard: What shall it be, Tomalak?
Tomalak: You will still not survive our assault.
Picard: You will not survive ours. Shall we die together?
Tomalak: I look forward to our next meeting, Captain.
Admiral Jarok: I did it for nothing. My home, my family. For nothing.
Dr. Crusher: He ingested a Felodesine chip. He must have brought it with him. I'm sorry, Captain. There was no antidote.
Riker: (holding PADD) A letter to his wife and daughter.
Data: Sir, he must have known it would be impossible for us to deliver this.
Picard: Today, perhaps. But if there are others with the courage of Admiral Jarok, we may hope to see a day of peace when we can take his letter home.