Star Trek: Picard

Stardate 43996.2.

The Enterprise remains concealed in the dust cloud.

And, to my surprise, the Borg have maintained their position,

waiting for us to come out of hiding.

I have no explanation for their special interest

in me or the ship.

We continue to prepare our defenses

for the inevitable confrontation.

Warning. Security breach.

Hull damage. Unauthorized docking.

They found us. Eleos.

Activate warp drive.

Stand by.

Warp drive charging. Attempting power-up.

How did they find us?

That's impossible.

What? No!

- No! I can help! - Eleos,

divert all power to the warp core.

Working.

No! No! - Get us the hell out of here.

Unauthorized docking complete.

Intruder alert.

Power cell-power cell depleted.

Aah!

Let me out!

Eleos. Update warp status?

One minute, seven seconds remaining until power-up.

- Incoming vessel detected. - More of them.

Eleos, prepare to send a transmission.

System prepared to transmit. State your recipient.

This message is for Admiral Jean-Luc Picard.

First love is always the sweetest, isn't it?

Well, she wasn't the first.

But she was certainly my favorite.

Well, I hope she won't be offended if I send her away

- for a cleaning? - You know,

I didn't think they had spring-cleaning on Romulus.

We don't. That is entirely unique to humans

and their belongings.

I want to give it to Geordi.

Give it away?

No, I was-I was just teasing you.

Well, I-I know that, but he is running the Fleet Museum.

He will love it.

Take this painting down and pack it up, please.

Okay, sir.

Don't you dare.

You're gonna miss these things.

By coming with me to Chaltok-IV,

I feel I'm asking a lot of you.

No, I-I am looking forward to it.

Because while you're running around

setting up diplomatic security,

I'm going to sip Saurian brandy

and think about writing my memoir.

Jean-Luc, you don't need to prove to me

how ready you are for this.

How in the present you are.

The past matters, and that's okay.

Laris, these things

from my past...

they are so dear to me.

They're mementos of...

dear friends, old and new.

But they're memories.

A point comes in a man's life

when he looks to the past to define himself.

Not just his future.

Well, I hope that's not going to be me.

I am not a man who needs a legacy.

I want a new adventure.

Computer, do you hear that alert?

Yes. - Where is it?

Unable to determine location.

Thanks for your help.

Computer, analyze.

Communicator badge belonging to Jean-Luc Picard,

Captain, USS Enterprise, star date 4115...

Yes, yes, but what could it possibly be receiving?

Detecting encrypted long-range transmission.

It contains an uncommon codec.

- Codec? - A codec is a program

- that compresses data... - Yes, yes, I know what a codec is.

But tell me about this one.

It requires a passcode.

Why would anyone send a coded message

to a more than 20-year-old.

- Enterprise-D communicator? - Unknown.

Myriad.

Computer, try codec: Myriad.

Authorization: Picard-4-7-Alpha-Tango.

Accessing.

It is a recorded message.

Here.

Decrypting. - Admiral Picard,

I'm encoding this transmission with coordinates.

Beverly.

Listen to me very carefully.

Hellbird.

Repeat, Hellbird.

- Hellbird? - And Jean-Luc.

No Starfleet.

Trust no one.

She's terrified.

Clearly injured.

You said she was a doctor, right?

And a good one.

But I haven't spoken with her for...

...over 20 years.

And neither has any other member of the old crew.

She just cut us off.

So why contact me now?

Well, you were close once.

And when you were on the Enterprise,

you trusted each other with your lives.

You even tried to be lovers, didn't you?

"Tried" is the operative word.

But maybe you're the one person she still feels she can trust.

But...

to say "no Starfleet..."

Okay, so...

as a former intelligence operative,

here's what I'm seeing.

This isn't paranoia. Her fear is genuine.

This is a woman out of options, and she is asking you to help.

Only you.

Damn it.

You have to go.

I'll be back, in a few days.

Maybe even less.

Maybe even more.

These are the lives we chose.

There is this great bar

on Chaltok-IV,

and you can watch the sunset from it.

So I'll save you a seat.

You...

mind yourself.

Guinan's hawking souvenirs now?

Ugh, it's for Frontier Day.

How come you have so many Enterprise-Ds?

Oh, the fat ones? No one wants those.

You better leave the bottle.

You hear that, Jean-Luc?

"No one wants the fat ones."

That's "Galaxy Class" to you, young lady.

Good to see you, Will.

Look at you...

the handsome elder statesman of Starfleet.

I got to make a speech at that Frontier thing next week.

- Ah. - It's like a parade through space.

Who wants to hear some old fart drone on

about "going boldly" for the last 250 years?

Yeah. I'm giving a speech, too.

- And that's gonna be great. - Yeah.

Are you all right?

I wouldn't have asked to meet you like this

if it hadn't been very important.

And I really appreciate you giving up your family time.