Star Trek: The Next Generation

Narrator: Last time on Star Trek: The next generation:

They found data's head a mile beneath San Francisco.

Been down there about five centuries.

At some future date, I will be transported

back to 19th-century earth, where I will die.

It has occurred. It will occur.

Do I know you, Mr...?

We were on a ship together, the enterprise.

Is that a clipper ship?

It is a starship.

Starship?

My god, they're delivering more of them for the others to ingest.

Did my father send you here?

Because if he did, you must go back and tell him I'm not done listening to...

I was not sent by your father.

Our ship encountered a species

who appears to be threatening 19th-century earth.

I'm not willing to accept that he's dead and just leave it at that.

We cannot make Mr. Data our priority.

What is more important than data?

Do you remember the first time we met?

- Of course. - Don't be so sure.

If you don't go on this mission, we'll never meet.

Narrato r: And now the conclusion.

Clemens: Ah, I've long been interested

in the notion of time travelers.

In fact, I wrote a book about it.

It chronicles a tale of a man of our era who fouls the sixth century

by introducing newfangled gadgets and weapons,

all in the name of progress.

But this idea of time travel,

not so far-fetched as it might seem.

In fact, I have just learned that even now,

there are people from the future right here, in San Francisco,

and I have no doubt that their intent is to foul our world

just like my yankee did in king Arthur's time.

Well, sir, heh, let me serve notice.

As soon as I have the necessary evidence,

I intend to expose them and make it absolutely clear

that they are not welcome here.

Yes, sir, and will this be a sequel to Connecticut yankee, Mr. Twain?

Name is clemens, boy. Sam clemens.

- That's with an e. - With an e.

Excuse me.

Picard: Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages of the starship enterprise.

Its continuing mission: To explore strange new worlds,

to seek out new life and new civilizations,

to boldly go where no one has gone before.

Riker: The coroner said

this is where they kept all the cholera victims.

It doesn't make sense that so many people are dying of cholera.

It just isn't that virulent.

Will.

This is strange.

What is it?

The cerebellum, the cerebral cortex, the brain stem,

the entire nervous system, has been depleted of electrochemical energy.

Crusher: Here's another one.

Same neural depletion.

These people did not die of cholera.

They died because their neural energy was drained somehow.

Drained?

And taken to devidia ii for those aliens to ingest?

If you were a time traveler with a taste for human neural energy,

where would you get your supply?

I would travel back to a time

when there were plagues and epidemics

so I could murder and use the disease as a cover.

Hyah, Hyah.

Over half of the victims whose neural energy had been drained

came from the sisters of hope infirmary.

The charity hospital near the waterfront.

If the aliens have been killing people there,

well, someone might have noticed something unusual.

And if they're moving among humans,

then they must have taken on human form,

but the question is, how do we know who we're looking for?

The tricorder indicated triolic activity

from most of the bodies we've looked at.

If the aliens left that sort of signature, they'll be detectable.

You know, we might even be able to rig some kind of alien alarm system.

Any luck contacting data?

None.

Tricorder's broadcasting random emissions

on all frequencies his subprocessors might pick up,

but the range is limited.

Almost anything could interfere.

She's back.

Carmichael: Mr. Picard?

Yes, Mrs. Carmichael.

Mr. Picard, I'll be reminding you that it's 1:00.

Carmichael: One o'clock on a Thursday.

I'm sure I made it clear to you that the rent is always due,

payable in full, by 1:00 on wednesdays.

Ah, yes, uh,

the rent.

Uh, Mrs. Carmichael...

Even now, my, uh...

My troupe are in rehearsals for a new production.

Carmichael: Oh?

I haven't heard of any new production. What play is it?

The play?

A midsummer night's dream.

We have performed in London, Paris, Milan...

Milan, to sold-out houses.

I can assure you, you will have the rent in full, with a bonus.

Oh, no, no, no.

I've heard you silver-tongued devils before.

I'll have my rent in full tomorrow by 1:00,

or you'll be out performing on the street.

I wouldn't do this for just anyone, Mr. Clemens.

And I hope you won't spread it around that I let you in.

- You know, people start talking. - Of course not, Jack.

And I assure you that Mr. Data would be most upset if you didn't.

If I can't find that letter of intent that he left me,

our major investor is going to pull out and take his business elsewhere.

It has to do with Mr. Data's engine, doesn't it?

- Engine? - Well, yes.

- Oh, yes. - Heh.

Yes, this is exactly what it's all about.

Heh.

You know, Mr. Clemens, I'm gonna do you another favor today.

Clemens:

You're always looking for good stories, right?

- Mm-hm. - Well, I've got a real humdinger for you.

The story of my life.

Now, I know you may think I'm young, but I've covered a lot of ground,

and if I do say so myself, it'd make for some pretty fascinating reading.

So, what do you think?

About what?

About writing my life story. You and me.

Literary partners, of course.

Young man, I have a Maxim that I have always lived by:

"No one is more qualified to write your story than you are."

Heh. Me? Be a writer? You think I could do that?

As long as you write about what you know.

You got any passions, boy? Any dreams?

Well, I'd like to do some traveling. Maybe go to sea.

And Alaska, I've had the strangest notion to go see Alaska.

That's a great idea, son. That's exactly what I would do if I were your age.

Alaska, the klondike, the Aurora borealis.

That's it! Follow your dreams, and write about them.

Jack: Thank you, Mr. Clemens.

You know, that is exactly what I'm gonna do.

- You do that, son. - You'll see my name in print too.

- I'm sure I will. - And don't forget.

The name's London. Jack London.

- Clemens: Goodbye, now. - Bye-bye.

I found the head surveyor. I found the cavern.

You will not be able to get to it.

The entrance is on a mineshaft that is in the middle of the presidio,

on an army base.

Perhaps you could arrange for us to get in.

Heh. How?

With permission to dig for the mineshaft.

Oh, now, data, I've done everything you've asked...

I have full confidence in your persuasive abilities.

Well, I suppose it's more interesting than throwing a tea dance.

Strange.

The transceiver assembly has been removed.

Without it, I will be unable to track the time shifts.

Twain.

- Clemens? - Yes.

He's been driving me crazy. He watches the house.

He follows me down the street asking me questions.

If anyone took this, you can believe it was him.

If you are correct, he must be warned.

The device has been modified in such a way that prolonged contact

with human tissue would be highly toxic.

Madam guinan.

Shame on you, Mr. Clemens, shame.

Shame, madam? I think not.

I find no shame in my efforts to uncover your plot.

I keep telling you, there is no plot.

Yes, you do keep telling me that. Hmm.

What an interesting pair you are.

Where in Switzerland did you say you were from, Mr. Data?

I am French, sir, not Swiss.

Oh, yes, that's right. Now I remember, a frenchman, hmm.

With a talent for poker, from what I hear.

You know, I was talking to a friend of mine, ches whitley.

He says to say hello and wonders when you're coming back.

I do not believe I know a Mr. Whitley.

No? He works in the county assayer's office.

He said you've been in there a number of times,

claiming to be a geological engineer and wanting information

about mining operations during the 1850s.

Do you remember him now?

I am unfamiliar with the gentleman's name.

I have spoken to several people in that office.

Yes, I know.

And in the hall of records and in the geological society

and in a little-known mineral shop in Chinatown.

You do get around, don't you?

- As apparently you do, Mr. Clemens. - Clemens: Yes.

Heh, heh. But I must admit, you've got me mystified.

This, uh, contraption, for instance.

It's very unusual. It looks quite futuristic.

Tell me, might it have something to do with time shifts?