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 (Deanna
slinks in wearing an off the shoulder number, as Reg
Barclay pours himself a slug from a bottle on the bar)
Guinan: "I don't want any trouble here, Barclay."
Barclay: "Trouble? Why would there be trouble?"
Guinan: "Because wherever you go, trouble
follows."
LaForge:
"Lieutenant Barclay, you're on duty."
Barclay: "Is that a fact?"
 LaForge:
It is, and you'll observe it. So get back to your post."
Barclay: "Look, pal, why don't you do me a
favour. Take yourself and your holier than thou attitude
and get out of my life."
(He pushes Geordi away, sending him tumbling over a
chair)
Riker: "This is insubordination, Mister Barclay."
Barclay: (drinking) "Here's to insubordination."
(Then he gets Riker in an arm and neck lock)
 Barclay:
"Riker, you're nothing but a pretty mannequin in a fancy
uniform. You're full of hot air. If Picard has a problem
with me, you can tell him to come and talk to me
himself."
(Geordi leaves, fast, as Barclay swaggers over to Troi)
Troi: "I feel your confidence, your arrogant
resolve. It excites me."
Crewman (Over Comm): "Lieutenant Barclay, report
to Cargo bay five. Now."
Barclay: "It'll have to wait till later,
darling."
Troi: "Oh."
Barclay: "Be right there. Save programme." |
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 LaForge:
"I just don't know what to do with him. The guy's always
late, he never gives his best effort, just slides by.
I'm telling you, I can't deal with it anymore. I mean,
how does a guy like that make it through the Academy?"
Riker: "I think it's time we talked to the
Captain about Broccoli. That's what Wesley calls him.
Keep it to yourself."
LaForge: "It fits."
 (An
engineer is checking some containers on a pallet)
Duffy: "Commander. A broken seal."
LaForge: "You'd better destroy it. Those
samples'll be tainted."
(Barclay enters and tries to hide behind some boxes)
LaForge: "Hey! Is it a problem for you to report
to duty on time, Lieutenant?"
Barclay: (stuttering) "No. No, sir. I'm, I'm very
sorry, sir. It's just I
 had
a very important communiqué which required my immediate
response and..."
LaForge: "I don't want to hear it. Now, we're
having an intermittent problem with this anti-grav unit.
I want you to see what you can do."
Riker: "Mister Barclay, I'm tired of seeing your
name on report. I don't know what you got away with at
your last posting, but this is the Enterprise. We set a
different standard here. Understood?"
Barclay: "Understood, sir." |
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 Picard:
"Captain's log, Stardate 43807.4. We are taking on
a load of special tissue samples donated by the Mikulaks
for shipment to Nahmi Four. The samples could prove
vital to the containment of an outbreak of Correllium
Fever on that world." |
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 Barclay:
"Everything looks it looks normal to me."
LaForge: "Computer, activate anti-grav unit."
(It rises smoothly, then starts to wobble, throwing a
canister off, before returning to the ground)
O'Brien: "Damn it."
Barclay: "I, I don't understand."
LaForge: "La Forge to Engineering. I'll need more
people in Cargo Bay Five. Anyone you can spare. La Forge
out. We could use a hand, Mister Barclay."
Barclay: "I'll disassemble it later, Commander.
It shouldn't do that. Well, I mean, of course, it
shouldn't do that. Well, I mean, it shouldn't do that." |
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 Picard:
"I'm not accustomed to seeing an unsatisfactory
rating for one of my crew."
Riker: "I guess the issue is whether Mister
Barclay is Enterprise material."
Picard: "I assume from your request for his
transfer that you think he's not, Commander."
LaForge: "I hate to say it but, I always
thought I could work with
 anybody.
But I just don't understand this guy. Broccoli makes
me nervous, Captain. He makes everybody nervous."
Picard: "Broccoli?"
Riker: "Young Mister Crusher started that. I
guess it's caught on."
Picard: "Let's just get that uncaught, shall
we? There's every indication he's served competently
in Starfleet for years. His ratings aboard the
Zhukov were satisfactory. In fact I recall Captain
 Gleason
speaking quite highly of him before his transfer."
Riker: "In retrospect, I wonder if Captain
Gleason wasn't buttering our bread a little. He knew
we were looking for a diagnostic engineer. I've
examined Barclay's psychological profile. He's a
history of seclusive tendencies. It was noted at the
Academy more than once."
Picard: "And yet he chose this way of life.
He has made the same
 commitment
to Starfleet that we all have. It's easy to transfer
a problem to someone else. Too easy."
LaForge: "Captain, it's not like I haven't
tried."
Picard: "Try harder, Geordi. He's a member of
your team. Try to find some way to help him to make
a positive contribution. Get to know the man better.
Make him your best friend."
LaForge: "With all respect, sir, my best
friend? I can barely
 tolerate
being in the same room with the man."
Picard: "Then I suggest you put your personal
discomfort on one side, Commander. Dismissed."
LaForge: "Yes, sir."
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 LaForge:
"Morning. Start your brains, gentlemen, and let's do it.
Has anybody seen Lieutenant Barclay?
Duffy: "Not yet, sir.
LaForge: Okay.
(Barclay arrives)
LaForge: "Okay. This trip to Nahmi Four is pretty
routine, so we'll have plenty of time to realign the
magnetic capacitors on both the
 matter
and anti-matter injectors. Duffy, Costa, that'll be your
assignment."
Duffy:
"We probably ought to do the flow regulator maintenance
at the same time, Commander."
LaForge: "That's a good idea. Ensign Crusher will
putting in some hours with us this week as part of his
training duties, so I'll be assigning him to assist you,
Mister Myers. Be sure and teach him
 the
difference between impulse and warp drive, please.
Lieutenant Barclay has working on the mystery of the
anti-grav failure we had yesterday. Your preliminary
report had a couple of interesting theories, Reg. Why
don't you bring us all up to speed on your findings so
far."
Barclay: "Yes. It wasn't a maintenance problem.
Everything checked out. I, I'm going to check for a
surge in the transfer coils."
 Wesley:
"A coil surge wouldn't have resulted in field
dissipation."
Barclay: "I, I, I realise that..."
LaForge: "But we shouldn't ignore the
possibilities, Wes."
Wesley: "You ought to check the flow capacitor. A
breakdown of that could have caused a chain collapse of
the antigrav fields."
Barclay: "I, I was going to."
LaForge: "Good. Okay, then let's go over the
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 Barclay:
"I just didn't know what to say."
Troi: "What do you wish you had said?"
Barclay: "I should have told him to mind his own
damned business. I knew about the flux capacitor. I
didn't need to hear about it from some seventeen year
old kid."
Troi: "You're letting it get you much too upset."
Barclay: "You think so?"
 Troi:
"Why are you so hard on yourself?"
Barclay: "You don't know. It's hard out there."
Troi: "I understand, but let go of it. You're
here now."
Barclay: "You're right, of course."
Troi: "Of course. Let me help you relax."
(She starts massaging his shoulders)
Barclay: "I'd like that."
 Troi:
"I knew you would."
(They kiss)
Barclay: "That's nice, but I'm in the mood for
someplace a little more unusual. Computer. Run Barclay
programme fifteen.
(And the office transforms into)
(Deanna is in Grecian robes)
Troi: "I am the goddess of Empathy. Cast off your
inhibitions and embrace love, truth, joy.
(Barclay embraces her, passionately) |
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 Wesley:
"But I thought that's the point of the briefing. To
discuss different approaches."
LaForge: "It's not that you did anything wrong,
Wes. It's just that Barclay's, well, he's my new
project."
Duffy: "Yeah, Broccoli's a real project all
right."
LaForge: "I just need to draw him out some more."
Wesley: "And I shut him down. Poor Broccoli."
 Data:
"Pardon me, but why is Lieutenant Barclay being referred
to clandestinely as a vegetable?"
Wesley: "It's a joke, Data. You know, a nickname.
Data: "Nicknames generally denote fondness, a
diminutive shared between friends."
LaForge: "Data's absolutely right. The nickname
stops here and now. Captain's orders.
 (Duffy
picks up his glass, which has an impression of his
fingers on it and promptly leaks from the bottom)
Duffy: "What the hell?"
Wesley: "What happened to your glass?"
(Data's glass is the same) |
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 (Geordi
is at a rear station, showing Riker the glass)
LaForge: "I wouldn't bother you with
something this minor, Commander, but it may be a
symptom of a more serious problem."
Riker: "Do you think we'll need to put in to
a starbase?"
LaForge: "We'll have a better idea after
Mister Barclay runs a check on the power systems."
Data: "It was Lieutenant Barclay who first
suggested a link
 between
the two incidents."
Barclay: "What? No, it wasn't. I mean, not
really."
Picard: "Will your investigation affect our
available power during the mission?"
Barclay: "No, No, sir. We'll have to shut off
some systems. We'll shut them down a few at a time.
It shouldn't. I don't think so."
Picard: "Good. I look forward to your
report,
Mister Broccoli. (big
silence)
Barclay."
 Barclay: "If you will excuse me."
(Barclay leaves)
Data: "Metathesis is one of the most common
of pronunciation errors, sir. A reversal of vowel
and consonant, Barc to Broc..."
(Suddenly Data becomes fascinated by something on a
control panel)
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 Guinan:
"Yes, I know him comes in. He stands at the bar. He
doesn't say much. He orders a warm
milk."
LaForge: "Figures.
Guinan: "Warm milk helps you sleep, La Forge. You
should try it. What's this have to do with Barclay?"
LaForge: "I don't know. I'm just trying to figure
the man out. Do you ever talk to him?"
 Guinan:
"He doesn't talk much."
LaForge: "Does he have any friends?"
Guinan:
"Not that I've seen."
LaForge: "What do you do with a guy like that?"
Guinan: "Well, I just serve him warm milk and let
him be."
LaForge: "Yeah, well, I'm not so lucky. I can't
let him be. He's my problem."
 Guinan:
"Well, he's imaginative."
LaForge: "How do you know that?"
Guinan: "I know."
LaForge: "Well, then maybe he's in the wrong line
of work."
Guinan: "You engineering types don't appreciate
imagination?"
LaForge: "That's not it, Guinan. He just doesn't
fit in here."
Guinan: "Terkim."
 LaForge:
"What?"
Guinan: "Reminds me of Terkim. My mother's
brother. Sort of the family misfit. Everybody told me to
stay away from him. Bad influence.
LaForge: "Did you?"
Guinan: "Are you kidding? He was the only member
of the family who had a sense of humour. Except no one
ever stayed around
 him
long enough to realize it but me. My mother tells me I
remind her of him, and I probably do. The idea of
fitting in just repels me."
LaForge: "Maybe I'm not make myself clear,
Guinan. Barclay, well, he's always late. The man's
nervous. Nobody wants to be around this guy.
Guinan: "If I felt that nobody wanted to be
around me, I'd probably be late and nervous too."
LaForge: "Guinan, that's not the point."
Guinan: "Are you sure? Excuse me." |
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 LaForge:
"Reg?
(He comes upon a Gainsborough tableau - Beverly on a
floral swing and Wesley in blue, eating cake. There's a
white parakeet in a cane cage too)
LaForge: "Beverly?"
Crusher: "Good morning, my lord. Manners, my son.
Manners. You embarrass me before our guest. Master
Barclay will spank
 you
if you misbehave."
LaForge: "Wesley?"
Wesley: "What do you want?"
LaForge: "Well, I guess I want Master Barclay."
Crusher: "The boys got into another little scrap,
I'm afraid. But boys will be boys."
(A swordfight enters, with much clashing of swords.
three
 musketeers
versus Barclay)
LaForge: "You cannot withstand our assault
forever, Barclay.
Data: "You are outnumbered, Mister Barclay. Say
you will yield and it ends here."
Barclay: "I will speak with my sword, sir."
Picard: "In God's name, where did you learn to
fight like this, man?"
 Barclay:
"Self taught, my capitaine. Shall I give you a few
lessons?"
(Naturally, Barclay is completely victorious)
Picard: Who is that? One of your allies?"
Barclay: "Jean-Luc. Not that old trick. I'm very
disappointed in you."
(Geordi coughs, Reg turns, and the bottom falls out of
his world) |
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 Barclay:
"I'll make it easy for you, Commander. I'll request
reassignment."
LaForge: "Now, wait a minute."
Barclay: "Look, we both know, the whole ship
knows, I just can't cut it here."
LaForge: "Hey, Barclay, I've spent a few hours on
the holodeck too, you know. Now, as far as I'm concerned
what you do in the
 holodeck
is your own business, as long as it doesn't interfere
with your work."
Barclay: "You're, you're not going to tell anyone
about this?"
LaForge: "I don't think everybody would
appreciate your imagination like I do. It is kind of
unusual, recreating people you already know."
Barclay: "well, it was just. I needed to blow off
some steam
 because
one, one of the officers had been getting on my back."
LaForge: "Let me guess."
Barclay: "It was you, and I just couldn't tell
you what I wanted to tell you to your face, so it just
sort of got out of control."
LaForge: "I don't know. There's a part of this
that's kind of therapeutic. Maybe you ought to talk to
Counsellor Troi about it."
Barclay: "It's, it's, I, when I'm in there I'm
just more comfortable.
 You
don't know what a struggle this has been for me,
Commander."
LaForge: "I'd like to help, if I can."
Barclay: "Being afraid all the time, of
forgetting somebody's name, not knowing what to do with
your hands. I mean, I'm the guy who writes down things
to remember to say when there's a party. And then when
he finally get there, he winds up alone in the corner
 trying
to look comfortable examining a potted plant."
LaForge: "You're just shy, Barclay."
Barclay: "Just shy. Sounds like nothing serious,
doesn't it? You can't know."
O'Brien (Over Comm): "O'Brien to La Forge."
LaForge: "Go ahead."
O'Brien: "I need you in transporter room three,
Commander."
 LaForge:
"On my way, Chief. Listen, Reg. I really do want you to
talk to Counselor Troi."
Barclay: "Troi? No, no, no, no, no. I couldn't."
LaForge: "I mean it. As your friend and as your
commanding officer." |
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 LaForge:
"Chief Engineer's log, stardate 43808.2. A systems
analysis of transporter room three has yielded no
suggestion of a cause for the latest malfunction aboard
the Enterprise." |
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 Troi:
"I know this is difficult for you. Is there anything I
can do to make you more comfortable?"
Barclay: "No."
Troi:
"Have you ever been with a counsellor before?"
Barclay: "Yes. No."
Troi: "Which one?"
Barclay: "Yes, but she, it wasn't. It wasn't
really a counsellor."
 Troi:
"Most people find a counsellor intimidating at first.
It's okay if you feel that way toward me."
Barclay: "Not at all."
Troi: "Good. Now, lean back, close your eyes."
Barclay: "Why?"
Troi: "I want to make you more comfortable."
Barclay: "You do?"
 Troi:
"Yes."
(She dims the lights slightly and sits next to him)
Troi: "It's okay. Close your eyes."
Barclay: "What are you going to do?"
Troi: "Just listen to the sound of my voice. Take
a slow deep breath in through your nose and let it out
through your mouth just as slowly. That's better, isn't
it?"
 Barclay:
"Much better. Oh, yes. Oh, yes, that's, that's much
better. That is extremely helpful. Thank you for your
time."
Troi: "But..."
Barclay: "Really. That's very helpful. In through
the nose, out through the mouth. I'm going to practise
that and I'll let you know. Thank you again."
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 (They
find the three musketeers and the blue boy by the folly)
LaForge: "Like I said, Commander, Barclay's been
running some unusual programs."
Riker: "This is a violation of protocol.
Crewmembers should not be simulated in the holodeck."
LaForge: "Commander I don't think there's any
regulation against..."
 Riker:
"Well there ought to be. Computer, discontinue programme
and erase."
Troi: "Computer, belay that order."
Riker: "Counsellor?"
Troi: "If Barclay is having difficulty facing
reality, to suddenly destroy his only means of escape
would be brutal and could do considerable damage."
 Picard:
"They are quite disagreeable, aren't they? Shall we have
at them?"
Data: "Delighted."
Holo-LaForge: "We shall thrash them."
Picard: "En garde."
Riker: "Stop it. Put that down."
Data: "Your sword, sir."
 Riker:
"I don't have a sword."
Holo-LaForge: "How do expect to fight without
your sword, sir?"
Riker: "I don't expect to fight."
Picard: "Ha! Do I detect a streak of yellow along
the good fellow's back? Perhaps we can supply a more
appropriate adversary for him. Number One!"
Wesley:
"Number One!"
 Holo-Riker:
"Here I come."
(Enter a much reduced version of
Riker)
Holo-Riker: "Am I late? Did I miss the fight? En
garde! You, sir, you have a familiar bearing. Is it
possible our swords have crossed somewhere before?"
Riker: "Where is he? Where's Barclay?"
Holo-Riker: "Ah, a personal grudge. I warn you.
It would be wise
 for
you to put your affairs in final order before you meet
him in combat. You challenge the greatest sword..."
Riker: "In all the holodeck. You think this is
funny?"
Troi: "You are very tall. It might be threatening
to some people."
Riker: "Mister Barclay will find out what it
means to be threatened. Computer, discontinue image of
Riker."
Picard: "Sir, you have no sense of fair play."
 LaForge:
"Just tell us where to find Barclay."
(The musketeers sit down instead)
Riker: "You want us to search through all this to
find him?"
Troi: "It could provide us with valuable
information about what's troubling him. You know,
there's nothing wrong with a healthy fantasy life, as
long as you don't let it take over."
Riker: "You call this healthy?"
 Troi:
You're taking it so seriously. It's not without its
element of humour."
Holo-Troi: "I am the goddess of Empathy.
Cast off your inhibitions and embrace love, truth, joy."
LaForge: "Oh, my God."
Holo-Troi: "Discard your facades and reveal
your true being to me."
 Troi:
"Computer, discontinue."
Riker: "Computer, belay that order! We want to
get more insight into what's been troubling the poor
man, remember? Quite a healthy fantasy life, wouldn't
you say?"
(Geordi agrees) |
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 Holo-Troi:
"Cast aside your masks and let me slip into your minds."
Troi: "Muzzle it." |
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 Troi:
"We have a lot to talk about, Mister Barclay."
LaForge: "Commander, Barclay and I had better get
to Engineering."
Riker: "Dismissed."
(further along)
Barclay: "I just couldn't keep my eyes open. I'd
worked twelve hours on the power systems and then, then
the transporter went
 down."
LaForge: "Reg, you had a chance to get some help
from the real Counsellor Troi but instead you went back
in there."
Barclay: "I know. I didn't want to. I just
couldn't help myself."
LaForge: "You're going to be able to write the
book on holodiction. Look, I know how easy it is to get
caught up in it. I fell in love in there once."
 Barclay:
"Really?"
LaForge: "But I knew when it was time to turn it
off and say goodbye. It wasn't easy, but I did it."
Barclay: "You know, the people I create in there
are more real to me than anyone I meet out here, except
maybe you, Commander."
LaForge: "I need you out here, Reg. Now more than
ever." |
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 Barclay:
"It's the injectors."
LaForge: "Override."
Barclay: "It's not a computer problem. The
mechanism is physically jammed. I can't clear it. "
Data: "Speed increasing, sir. Warp seven point
six, seven point six five. Warp seven point seven."
LaForge: "We can't shut it down, Captain.
Antimatter flow is increasing. She's accelerating out of
control. There's nothing I can do." |
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 Worf:
"Approaching warp nine sir."
Picard: "Red alert."
Riker: "Estimated time to structural failure."
Data: "At this rate of acceleration, fifteen
minutes forty seconds, sir."
Riker: "Did you copy that, Geordi?"
LaForge (over comm): "Aye, Commander."
 Riker:
"Recommendations."
LaForge: "I'll let you know
as soon as we have some. La Forge out. Okay, this ship
is going to start tearing itself apart in fifteen
minutes. I want every idea on the table. I don't care
how outrageous."
Duffy: "What about attempting a magnetic quench
on the fusion pre-burners?"
 LaForge:
"No, I already tried that. The magnetic fields won't
reset."
Wesley: "Could the fuel inlet servos be caught in
cycle?"
LaForge: "If they were, the swirl dampers would
be frozen too and they aren't."
Duffy: "Nothing showed up in the diagnostic sweep
at all?
Barclay: "The tests showed there were problems, I
mean no
 problems
with the flow, the flow of the..."
LaForge: "There's nothing wrong with the computer
control protocols or the power transfer systems. As far
as we can determine, the injectors are just physically
jammed."
Duffy: "Injectors freeze, anti-grav unit goes
down, and transporter malfunctions."
Wesley "And a twisted glass."
 LaForge:
"What's the connection?"
Worf: Exceeding warp nine point four.
Picard: Begin evacuation of secondary hull.
Prepare for emergency saucer separation."
Worf: Standing by to release docking clamps."
Riker: Reroute systems to primary hull power
sources."
Data: The plasma flow to the nacelles is uneven
due to injector
 lock.
An emergency saucer separation could rupture the warp
field."
(The ship shakes under the stress)
Data: "Twelve minutes to structural failure,
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 LaForge:
"None of the systems involved interact directly with
each other. I don't see anything in common."
Barclay: "What if, what if, what if one of us is
the connection?"
Duffy: "Us? How?"
Barclay: "I don't know, but we're looking for a
systemic explanation and there isn't one. We work with
all the systems that are affected. What if we're
transmitting something ourselves by
 touching
it, or something."
Wesley: "The computer sensors would've picked up
anything dangerous.
Barclay:
"But if it were something, something that we couldn't
scan, you might've passed it to the injectors when you
were realigning the magnetic capacitors.
LaForge: "It was your glass, Duffy and both of
you were present in
 the
cargo bay when the anti-grav failed."
Duffy: "So was O'Brien."
Wesley: "The transporter malfunction. That's a
connection too."
Computer: "Danger. Approaching safety limits of
engine containment field."
LaForge: "Computer, list all physical substances
that wouldn't normally be picked up by an internal scan.
 Computer:
"There are fifteen thousand five hundred twenty five
known substances that cannot be detected by standard
scans."
LaForge: "Great. And how many of those can exist
in an oxygen atmosphere?"
Computer: "Five hundred thirty two."
LaForge:
"And could alter molecular structure when it comes in
contact with glass."
 Computer:
"Five."
LaForge: "On screen at this station. Duffy."
Barclay: "Jakmanite has a half life of fifteen
seconds. There wouldn't be enough time to spread it
around the ship."
LaForge: "Right.
Wesley: "Selgninaem and lucovexitrin are highly
toxic."
LaForge: "Yeah, we'd all be dead by now. That
leaves saltzgadum
 and
invidium, neither of which has been used for decades."
Wesley: "Could either one of them cause all these
malfunctions?"
Duffy: "Most of the affected systems weren't even
invented when those substances were in use. Who knows
what could happen with a transporter or a magnetic
capacitor?"
LaForge: "Wait a minute, wasn't invidium used in
medical containment fields?"
 Wesley:
"Not for over a century."
Barclay: "The Mikulaks might still be using it."
Duffy: "And one of those canisters was broken."
LaForge: "La Forge to Bridge. We have a working
theory, Captain. There's a good possibility we picked up
some Invidium from a broken canister in the cargo
bay...And have been spreading it around the ship."
 Riker:
"Working theories are fine, Geordi. But we need a
working solution in about five minutes."
LaForge: "Understood, Commander. We're on our way
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 LaForge:
"Nothing on the tricorder.
Computer: "Danger. Exceeding safety limits of
engine containment field. At current acceleration,
structural failure will occur in three minutes thirty
seconds."
LaForge: "If it's in there it should show up on
one of the polarity channels."
(Barclay puts his gloved hand into a container. They
detect
 sparkles
on it)
Barclay: "There it is."
LaForge: "Duffy and O'Brien picked up the broken
canister and became contaminated.
Barclay: "If we can get it, the invidium, down to
minus two hundred degrees Celsius, it'll become inert."
LaForge: "La Forge to Bridge. Invidium has been
 confirmed.Recommend
we flood the injector pathway conduit with gaseous
cryonetrium. That ought to neutralise it."
Picard: "The question is, will the injectors come
back online?"
LaForge (over comm): "They sustained considerable
damage, Captain. I can't guarantee that we'll be able to
regain control."
Riker: "We don't have much choice, do we?"
LaForge (over comm): "No, sir."
Picard: "Make it so." |
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 Data:
"Injector conduit temperature minus one hundred degrees
Celsius."
Picard: "Transfer injector control to manual."
Data: "Ready, sir. Temperature now minus one
hundred ninety degrees. Minus two hundred degrees, sir."
Riker: "Injector status?"
Data: "Matter injector is online. Antimatter
injector still locked."
 Computer:
"At current acceleration, structural failure will occur
in thirty seconds."
Picard: "Cycle power through ventral relay."
Data: "Antimatter injector online. Reducing flow
capacity. Commencing warp engine shut down, sir."
Picard: "Stand down from red alert."
Riker: "Nice work, Geordi." |
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 (Reg
walks in and stands in front of the viewscreen)
Barclay: "It has been most difficult to reach
this decision to leave you, but after thinking about it
and discussing it at length with Counsellor Troi, I
think it's for the best. I just wanted to thank you all
for your support."
LaForge: "You'll always be welcome here, Reg."
Barclay: "I know. That's why it's so difficult to
leave."
 Picard:
"It was a pleasure to serve with you, Mister Barclay."
Troi: "Good luck, Reg."
Barclay: "It's been fun. Computer, end
programme."
(And the Bridge is replaced by the holodeck grid)
Barclay: "Erase all programs filed under Reginald
Barclay.Except programme nine." |
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