When are they expecting
you in Brazil?
            I told them a couple
                of weeks after
                the ceremony.
                We've got all
                the receptions,
            and then I'll need
            at least a week
                to clear out
                the linguistic
                database.
After ten years on this ship,
I'll bet it'll take a while
            getting used to
            the humidity again.
                And the bugs.
        Does the Captain
    have to give a speech?
    He's working on it now.
    He hates giving speeches.
And he'll undoubtedly make every
effort to take no credit.
    Undoubtedly.
                That'd be like
                Zefram Cochrane
            not taking credit
            for warp drive.
How do you
pronounce the name
of the second Tellarite
Liberator... "Challash"?
                Shallash.
    "Shallash." Thanks.
    How's it going, sir?
            Whatever I write,
            it sounds like
I'm trying to take credit
        for this.
                T' POL:
                Captain,
                Admiral Douglas
    is asking you to approve
the decommission protocols.
One thing at a time.
After the charter's signed,
I'll give him
 whatever he needs to put
 Enterprise in mothballs.
    N.D. ( over com ):
    All senior staff,
please report to the Bridge.
            RIKER:
Computer, freeze program.
Save from this time index.
        COMPUTER:
        Program saved.
        End program.
/ It's been a long road /
/ Getting from there to here /
/ It's been a long time /
/ But my time is finally near /
/ And I will see my dream
    come alive at last /
    / I will touch the sky /
    / And they're not gonna
    hold me down no more /
    / No, they're not
    gonna change my mind /
    / 'Cause I've got faith
        of the heart /
/ I'm going where my heart
        will take me /
/ I've got faith to believe /
    / I can do anything /
    / I've got strength
        of the soul /
    / No one's gonna bend
        or break me /
    / I can reach any star /
    / I've got faith /
    / I've got, I've got /
    / I've got faith /
    / Faith of the heart. /
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            RIKER:
 First Officer's Personal Log,
     Stardate 47457.1.
 With the unexpected arrival of
 Admiral Pressman, my old C.O.,
         I find myself
     in an awkward position.
 Counselor Troi has suggested
 I might get a few insights
 by calling up an historic
         holo-program.
        You're sure you don't
        want to talk about
        what happened?
    I've told you
    everything I can.
        If it's a question
        of breaking a promise...
        Not a promise...
        an order.
    Have you learned anything
    on the Holodeck
        about breaking orders?
Not yet.
I've gone back a couple of days
earlier, to get a perspective.
But I really don't see
how this is going to help.
That's why you run a starship
and I'm a counselor.
            Reed's shorter than
            I thought he'd be.
Maybe the program's off.
        No, I'm sure it's fine.
        It's just you expect
        larger-than-life people
        to be larger than life.
Has the Andorian
hailed them?
                    Not yet.
You might want to leap ahead
to that point.
It's where things
start really happening.
And you should consider
taking over the galley.
                        Why?
Well, Starfleet ships didn't
have counselors in those days,
 but the chef on the first
 Enterprise came pretty close.
I read almost everybody
confided in him.
        I'll keep that in mind.
Supper?
                        You bet.
                I'll give you
                an update.
Okay.
            That's impossible.
        Shran's been dead
        for what, three years?
This is quite a surprise.
    I'm sorry, pinkskin,
    but it was essential
    certain people believed
    I had met my demise.
        Including me?
I know it's been a while,
        but as I recall,
you still owe me a favor.
        I remember.
But this isn't a good time,
            Shran.
            I assume you know
            where we're heading.
I may no longer be a member
    of the Imperial Guard,
        but I'm aware
of the proposed coalition.
It's more than a proposal.
We're on our way to Earth
    to sign the charter.
    The ceremony isn't
        for three days.
If my plan works, you'll be home
    in plenty of time.
        ( scoffs )
I'm afraid a detour is out
of the question right now.
My child's been abducted...
        kidnapped.
        You owe me.
    You never told me
    you had a child.
    Jhamel gave birth
    five years ago...
        a daughter.
    They've taken her.
        Who?
        Former associates.
        It's a long story.
        You need to let
        me come aboard.
        Set a rendezvous course.
Computer, freeze program.
    Advance ahead one hour.
Switch to objective mode.
            SHRAN:
    Who would've thought
        civilian life
    would be more dangerous
    than commanding a ship
for the Imperial Guard?
        I still don't understand
        why you left.
                You were a hero.
A hero with a family.
    I always believed
that change was a good thing.
        I was a fool.
    Why would you fake
        your own death?
I made some poor choices...
picked the wrong friends...
people involved
in questionable
business ventures.
They think I took something
    that belonged to them.
With the help of some old
colleagues from the Guard,
    I managed to make myself
        disappear.
        And it worked...
    for nearly three years.
    Your "friends" found you?
        Six months ago.
    I've been on the move
        ever since.
        They took her
in the middle of the night.
I was in the next room...
        asleep...
                Useless!
    It's been a week.
They say if I don't return
what's theirs,
    they'll kill her.
Then give them what they want.
I don't have it!
I never did.
    But you have a plan.
It cost me
everything I had,
but I managed to find out
where they've taken her.
They're on a trading
outpost-- Rigel Ten.
        I'm familiar with it.
I know these men
quite well, Captain.
            I can outwit them;
            I've done it before.
                But I'll need at
                least seven men.
            You have to help me.
            It's my little girl.
He's an admitted criminal.
    You said so yourself.
He said he fell in with
some disreputable people.
That doesn't make him
a criminal.
If we're late for the ceremony,
                it will have
                far-reaching
                consequences.
If Shran hadn't helped us,
I never would've gotten aboard
    the Xindi weapon.
    Have you forgotten that?
This alliance is based on
friendship and loyalty--
        exactly what Shran is
        looking for right now.
            I don't trust him.
You don't trust Andorians.
You never have.
Thank God the Vulcan Council
        If they're willing to
        forge an alliance
        with Andoria,
    the least you can do
is give Shran the benefit
        of the doubt.
When we met ten years ago,
I didn't trust you.
For that matter,
I didn't trust any Vulcans.
You helped me
get past that, remember?
I listened to you,
now it's your turn
to listen to me.
I can't turn my back
on him, T'Pol.
Try to understand.
        I'll try.
By the way...
drop by the galley
when you get a moment.
Chef's trying to come up
with a menu
for our last
dinner together.
He wants to know everybody's
        favorite dish.
                    There are 83
                    crewmembers
                    aboard.
Just go see him, all right?
Don't worry.
    ( Porthos whimpers )
    Chef's promised at least
six kinds of cheese. Yeah.
T'POL:
I appreciate the gesture,
but it's not necessary to
prepare a special dish for me.
                    Come on.
    I've already started to
    reduce the plomeek broth.
        All I need to know is
        which roots you prefer.
        In that case,
I prefer to be surprised.
        Pull up a chair.
    I could use the company.
        I heard a rumor I may
        be whipping up
        some Andorian cabbage
        soup tonight.
We have already lost
five hours
picking up Shran's shuttle.
    Now we're going to lose
    at least another day
diverting our course to Rigel.
        His child's in danger.
Is there anything aboard
this ship you don't know?
            Jonathan is a
            compassionate man.
                You should know
                that by now.
His compassion has gotten us
into trouble on many occasions.
We could miss
this ceremony.
Don't worry. I've got a hunch
you're going to make it.
                    Tea?
    Thank you.
Phlox is giving me
his largest Edosian suckerfish.
        Excuse me?
    It looks like a catfish.
I'm hoping it tastes like one.
    ( knocking contertop )
            Commander Tucker's
            crazy for catfish.
            You ever miss him?
I spent the morning with him
recalibrating the plasma array.
    That's not what I mean.
our intimate relationship,
that's been over for six years.
    The question remains:
        Do you miss him?
        I'm Vulcan.
    I don't "miss" people.
    Oh, sorry. I forgot.
Is he as concerned as you are
about making this ceremony?
    Trip rarely questions
    the Captain's decisions.
He doesn't strike me as someone
who follows orders blindly.
        He's not.
He simply tends to agree with
the Captain most of the time.
        He trusts him.
Would you peel these for me?
Before I joined this crew,
I never could've imagined
anything more important
than following orders.
                And now?
Humans believe that sometimes
you have to follow
your instincts.
A very illogical approach,
but one I've
come to embrace.
    Computer, freeze program.
                    Thanks.
            There you are.
    Someone you know?
        Someone I knew.
     Pegasus?
        Phil Wallace.
Hell of a handball player.
Pressman was getting ready
        to promote him.
        How many died?
            71.
    All but nine of us.
How do you feel about learning
the ship wasn't destroyed?
What difference does it make?
        71 people died.
    You're feeling guilty.
You think in some way
you were responsible?
        You're the empath;
        why don't you tell me?
I think it's something else,
something about
seeing that ship again.
            Why don't we change
            the subject, okay?
    Okay.
How did things go
on the holodeck?
                They picked up
                the Andorian,
            they're on their way
            to Rigel Ten.
I was referring to any insight
you may have gained.
            I took your advice
            about the Chef.
                You were right.
        T'Pol opened up to me.
Have you met with
Commander Tucker?
        No, I haven't made it
        to Engineering yet.
        Have you spent any time
        on the NX-01?
I've never run the program.
            What about the ship
            itself?
I think I went when
I was a little girl,
but I get all those
museum ships mixed up.
            Now's your chance.
        Come on down with me.
I have an appointment
in an hour.
            I'll get you back
            in plenty of time.
        Come on.
( sighs )
Our brig is bigger than this.
    A lot of things change
        in 200 years.
Watch yourself.
        No fish tank.
        How could Archer survive
        without a fish tank?
    Allow me.
He does have
a dog, though.
            Right, I remember.
        One of the Musketeers.
    Porthos.
                Ooh, comfy.
No seat for the First Officer?
        Perhaps Archer wasn't as
        fussy as Captain Picard
        when it came to people
        sitting in his chair.
I remember seeing one of these
        in a photograph.
Kirk's ship had them, I think.
            RIKER:
 Engineering's down this way.
There's something
lonely about a ship
without its crew.
            Computer, add
            an appropriate
            crew complement--
        objective mode.
        That's better.
        If you recall,
    Rigel Ten is filled with
    a very unsavory element.
    And I rather doubt
    Shran's scheme will be
                quite as simple
                as he claims.
Well, I can't imagine the
Captain would put us in jeopardy
    this close to signing
        the charter.
        I don't like it.
                What exactly
                are you doing?
These injectors need to be
    purged every six months.
Are the deuterium
filters clear?
We've done all but three.
All right.
Make it quick.
                Aye, sir.
            What's the point?
            The ship will be
            joining the mothball
            fleet next week.
    I pretty much built
        this engine.
        I plan to take care of
        it as long as I can.
        ( sighs )
It's been a hell of a run,
            Malcolm.
        I never thought
    it would come to an end.
        ( sighs )
        All good things.
Captain thinks there'll be
    another Enterprise
        before too long.
        I imagine.
    Won't be the same.
        That's okay.
    Come on.
                It's sad.
                Commander Tucker
                had no idea
            he wouldn't
            make it back.
How reliable
are your sources?
            They're criminals,
            but honorable ones.
        They promised me
    that Talla's being held
            here on Level Four.
            Have you fashioned
            the amethyst?
The photograph you gave us
            had poor resolution,
            but I'm confident
            our replication
            will look authentic.
The Tenebian amethyst
they think I stole was flawless.
They'll undoubtedly have
magnifying equipment with them.
        They'll need
        a spectral micrometer
                to see it's
                a fabrication.
    How many do you expect
        to show up?
Computer,
freeze program.
He's cute.
    Don't get any ideas.
    Reg'll be furious
    if I'm late.
    Are you going to stay?
                Yeah, for
                a little while.
        Good luck.
        Computer, Arch.
Computer, how long before
    they reach Rigel Ten?
    16 hours, 22 minutes.
    Advance to that point,
    stay in objective mode.
Move into a stationary orbit.
            Aye, sir.
Put a team together.
Meet us in the launch bay.
TUCKER:
Captain, can I have
a word with you?
We can handle this
without you.
        Well, that's flattering.
You know what I mean.
You've got the biggest day
of your life coming up.
A lot of people are
counting on you being there.
            I appreciate you
            worrying about me,
            but I'll be fine.
You don't need to be
putting yourself in harm's way.
I'm telling you,
we can take care of it.
    Rigel was the first place
    we visited, remember?
                Now, it's going
                to be the last.
                Poetic justice.
            Why should you have
            all the fun?
We're going through
the troposphere,
might get a little bumpy.
                T'POL:
                Have you been
                down to see
    Chef yet?
                First thing
                this morning.
                        You?
He talked about you.
                        Me?
    Us.
TUCKER:
What about us?
It's not important.
                Why'd you bring
                it up, then?
Do you ever miss me?
                    You mean...?
    Yes.
            You know how long
            it's been?
That's not
what I asked you.
                Well, uh...
                yeah, I guess...
                sometimes.
    I haven't thought about
those days in a long time.
Benefit of being a Vulcan.
After speaking with Chef,
    I realized we may never
    see each other again.
What're you talking about?
    We're taking different
        assignments...
there's no way of knowing...
There's every way of knowing.
    I can guarantee you
we're not going to lose touch.
    Stop thinking like that.
Howelong it may be...
I believe I'm going to miss you.
            ARCHER:
Archer to Shuttlepod Two.
        Go ahead, sir.
    Shran's made contact.
    Everything's set.
    I'll lead you in.
        Understood.
                    Stop there.
    Unless I'm mistaken,
I thought you had no idea
    where the amethyst was.
            Where's my daughter?
    Funny how a missing child
        has a way to jog
        the memory, eh, Shran?
        Where is she?
    I thought you were
        happily married.
    Who's the Vulcan?
            I'm not interested
            in your associates,
        so don't question mine.
            Put the case down
            and open it.
    We want the child first.
        I could shoot you both.
You'll never get
this case open,
I promise you.
You let a female negotiate
    for you, eh, Shran?
        You heard her.
    Are you all right?
        I'm hungry.
    Now open the case.
    ( latches popping )
        Set it down.
                Now, back up.
        Let her take the girl.
            Fine.
        But you stay.
One step, and this little blue
        beauty won't have a
        father to come home to.
I want you to go with T'Pol.
You'll be safe with her.
She'll find you
something to eat.
    Obey your father.
                Now, step back.
    What are you doing?
        ( screaming )
        ( grunting )
        ( shots firing )
        Stand still
    and you won't be harmed.
        ( shots firing )
        ( shots firing )
        ( yells )
        ( shots firing )
        ( shot fires )
            Hang on!
        ( shots firing )
        ( groans )
        ( shot fires )
        ( grunting )
        Thanks, boss.
                    Any time.
        You're certain
    it won't be a problem?
    I'll feel more comfortable
            getting you away
            from your "friends"
            at warp four.
My shuttle
may be slow,
        but their ships can
        barely make warp two.
All the same,
you'll be
under your own power
by tomorrow night.
We'll contact
your wife and tell her
to expect you
the next morning.
        I told you my plan would
        only take a few hours.
You're welcome.
        ( chuckles )
You should let Phlox
take a look at her
before you go
to your quarters.
            Whatever you say,
    Captain.
    Thanks, pinkskin.
        You must be getting
        tired of saving my life.
I'm glad I didn't take
your advice
about not coming along.
        Yeah, you and me both.
    Then again, you almost got
    yourself killed down there.
                That wouldn't
                have gone over
        too big at the ceremony.
Signing documents are easy.
Training a new engineer...
            that can be a real
            pain in the ass.
        ( com beeps )
    Data to Counselor Troi.
        Yes, Data.
    I was wondering if this
might be an appropriate time
to continue our discussion
    on the long-term effects
        of space travel
    on my positronic net.
Can I give you a rain check?
You may check me for rain
    if you like, Counselor,
    but I assure you there
is no water in my composition.
        ( door chimes )
Data, I'll get back to you.
            Come in.
I know it's past office hours.
What is it?
        It won't be long before
        they find the Pegasus.
You haven't made
your decision.
                The holodeck?
        They rescued
    the Andorian's daughter.
So you're coming to the moment
of truth in there, as well.
I need you to promise
you'll keep this confidential.
        You know I will.
        What do you know
about the Treaty of Algeron?
    2311. It redefined
the Romulan Neutral Zone.
    It also outlawed the use
    of cloaking technology
    on Starfleet vessels.
                The Pegasus?
A secret group at Starfleet
Security developed a prototype.
        Pressman was put
    in charge of testing it.
That's why they're so eager to
find it before the Romulans do.
The accident--
the 71 people who died--
we were testing
the cloaking device.
            It was covered up.
The nine of us who made it back
alive were sworn to secrecy.
        And you've lived with
        that for 12 years?
They want to pick
the experiment up
where they left off.
                Are you sure?
Pressman told me himself.
What they're
doing is wrong.
It could
jeopardize the treaty.
        And you want to tell
        that to Captain Picard.
I took an oath of secrecy.
Pressman still
outranks the Captain.
                Well...
            You didn't get this
            far in your career
        making easy decisions.
        I'm confident you'll
        make the right one now.
    I wish I was.
                REED:
                He was anything
                but tactful.
    What his countrymen
    might refer to as a hick.
        For the life of me,
        I couldn't understand
            what Captain
            Archer saw in him.
Thinner. Roll it a little
bit thinner, like this.
    Oh, right. Right.
Go on.
                    That's about
                    it, really.
I used to think that first
impressions meant something.
                I guess it's not
                always true.
To be honest, I didn't think
he was gonna last a month,
        old friend
    of the Captain's or not.
And now, I can't imagine
what these last ten years
would've been like without him.
Did you ever find yourself
    attracted to him?
        Maybe a little.
        I never really thought
        he was my type.
            He didn't even
            graduate college.
                He learned about
                engineering
            working on boat
            engines, I think.
                Never cared much
                about languages.
                Could barely
                speak English.
But he did have his moments.
I still find him kind of cute.
                    Keep that
                    to yourself.
The Captain said they'd known
    each other a long time.
            Close to 20 years.
        He taught the Captain
        how to scuba dive
            somewhere off the
            coast of Florida.
Oh, you're pressing
too hard.
Just slow,
steady movement.
                Oh, sorry.
No need to apologize.
        They've got a shorthand
        they use sometimes.
        Comes from spending
        so much time together.
    Did Trip ever take
    a swing at Picard?
                At who?
Archer? Captain Archer?
            Not that I know of.
    When push comes to shove,
Commander Tucker usually ends
up doing the right thing.
Hmm.
                How am I doing?
Well, don't let it get too big.
Now fold it over.
                There you go.
( grunts, chuckles )
                And he's always
                pushing himself,
            often to the point
            of exhaustion.
He's forced me to order him to
relax on more than one occasion.
                To relax?
Yeah. He wasn't very keen
on getting neuro-pressure
    treatments from T'Pol,
but it was that or become
    addicted to sedatives.
        If I remember correctly,
        that's when...
Their romance began?
Hmm. Precisely.
            One time, he became
            so exhausted
            I had to demand he
            get six hours sleep.
            He negotiated it
            down to four.
A very stubborn
young man.
Ah. Ha. Heh.
I quite enjoy this.
So did he follow your orders?
        Didn't have a choice.
    You've always got a choice.
        So you think this
        alliance is gonna hold?
We'd better hope so.
There are thousands
of planets within reach.
Gotta start somewhere.
    Who woulda guessed?
    Vulcans and Andorians
        in the same bed.
The Tellarites were never big
fans of the Andorians, either.
This is a special
bottle of whiskey.
Zefram Cochrane
gave it to my father
the day they broke ground
at the warp five complex.
    And here we are...
    toasting the warp seven.
Here's to the
next generation.
        Written your speech yet?
I always crammed
before exams.
I've got three days left.
The biggest day of your life,
    and you're gonna wait
    until the night before.
    It's the biggest day
        of our lives.
        Oh, I hate to
contradict you, Captain, but...
        you're the man
    they're waiting to see.
    Archer to the Bridge.
        What's going on?
            T'POL:
    We're under attack.
    Who are they?
    We don't know yet, sir.
        Intruder alert.
    ( alarm blaring )
        We've come
    for Shran and the child.
I thought you said their ship
    couldn't catch up to us.
Remind me to mention
that to Shran.
    You're leaving me
    very little choice.
    Shran left six hours ago.
                You're too late.
        You're lying.
        His shuttle is
still in your launch bay.
                Kill him.
                Hold on.
                Wait a minute.
                Trip, I'll take
                care of this.
The hell you will.
I'll bring you to Shran.
I know where he is.
I gave you an order,
Commander.
                You heard me.
                I said I'd bring
                you to Shran.
Trip!
                Very well.
        Turn around,
        both of you.
Hey, this guy's
the Captain.
                That's enough.
    disobey his order,
I don't want him coming along.
Trip,
that's enough!
                Listen. I
                won't do this
    if you kill him, but could
    you please shut him up?
        ( grunts )
Stop. You can't expect me
to just leave him here alive?
            He's out cold.
    He's not gonna cause
        any trouble.
        Stay here.
    If we're not back
in ten minutes, kill him.
            Didn't you hear
            what I just said?
        I won't help you
        if you kill him.
        This might take
    longer than ten minutes.
Take me to Shran
or I'll kill him right now.
                    Okay, okay!
        I've got a better idea.
    I'll bring Shran to us.
We don't have to go anywhere.
        Be very careful.
You can all come
see for yourselves.
This is just a com station.
I'm gonna need to open this
        so I can bypass
    the security protocols.
        Is that okay?
As long as you keep your hands
    where we can see them.
        No problem.
    Now, all I need to do
        is connect this
to the relay inside that panel.
Stop.
                Open it for him.
If there's
a weapon in there,
you're going to die
    before your Captain.
        Satisfied?
            Proceed.
        Hurry up.
You're running
out of time.
There's just one other thing
    I need to tell you.
You can all go straight to hell.
    ( moaning and groaning )
        Trip?
            MED-TECH:
            He's not responding.
Add two percent
syntho-surfactant.
Doctor?
    The plasma was super-heated.
    It thermalized his lungs.
        Initialize the
        hyperbaric sequencer.
    ( wheezing gasps )
                S-Sorry...
        about the... rifle-butt.
                ( gasps )
        I was just trying to...
I know, Trip.
Just take it easy.
Everything's all right.
            We gonna be late?
No. We'll be
right on schedule.
I'll even have time
to write my speech.
        Great news.
    Wait till they...
                ( gasping )
        ( alarm blares )
    We need to get him
    into the chamber now!
    Clear!
Need any help?
                No, thank you.
For his parents?
Will they still be coming
        to the ceremony?
I told them
I thought Trip
wouldn't want it
any other way.
    ( sighs )
( chuckles )
Don't forget this.
    I'd like to meet them.
His parents?
                Yes. I'd like
                to meet them.
They're
a little eccentric.
            I think you'll see
        where Trip got
    his sense of humor.
                    My mother
                    was somewhat
eccentric, as well.
                    I remember.
Trip told me,
    as the years went by,
that I would miss her less.
    But he was wrong.
    Because I find myself
    missing her more.
Why would he tell me that?
                    ( sighs )
        Time heals all wounds,
    but... absence makes
    the heart grow fonder.
I guess it's a little tricky.
    Emotions have a way
                of contradicting
                themselves.
And you wonder
    why we suppress them.
            When I took command
            ten years ago,
                I saw myself
                as an explorer.
        I thought all the risks
        would be worth it
            because, just beyond
            the next planet,
                just beyond
                the next star,
        there would be
        something magnificent,
                something noble.
        And now Trip is dead,
                and I have
                to give a speech
            about how worthwhile
            it's all been.
Trip would be the first
to say it was worthwhile.
Fried catfish
with hush puppies.
            Obviously, the
            Captain mentioned
                    why I wanted
                    to see you.
Keep in mind,
within a week
I'll be eating
the real thing.
I'm taking my folks
down to Mobile.
Nothing like a challenge.
Captain asked for meat loaf,
        didn't he?
I haven't spoken to him yet.
        How about T'Pol?
She won't be very cooperative.
    You wait and see.
    I've already started
    her plomeek broth.
All she has to do is choose
        a few final ingredients.
            She'll be down here
            in about an hour.
    I hear we're on our way
    to pick up Shran?
Can you believe it?
We all thought
he was dead and gone.
        Well, don't you think
        the Captain's cutting
        it a little close?
You mean getting back
to San Francisco?
                        Yeah.
Ah, he won't let anything
get in the way of that.
    Trust me.
Can you spare one
of those carrots?
        They're not peeled yet.
That's okay.
        You know,
he'd never admit it,
but this thing means
a hell of a lot to him.
He's real proud to be one of
the people signing this charter.
And he ought to be.
You sound like a lifetime member
of the Jonathan Archer fan club.
    I can count on one hand
the number of people I trust.
    I don't mean trust like
"I trust you aren't lying to me"
    or "I trust you won't
        steal my money."
    I'm talking about
    the kind of trust
    where you know someone's
    not going to hurt you,
no matter what.
Where you know they'll always
    be there for you,
no matter how bad things get.
Ever know anybody like that?
            Yeah.
        One or two.
Well, I got some packing to
do before I go back on duty.
    You figured out what
    you're going to do?
                Do?
    You gonna sign on
    to another ship,
or you gonna open up
that little restaurant
    in the Berkshires
    you told me about?
You know, I haven't decided yet.
    You got any advice?
            Nope.
But I'm sure you'll
make the right choice.
    Are you certain these
    are the right seats?
                            Yep.
            They don't seem
            very VIP to me.
I'm sure the Admiral
wanted us to have a view
    that took in the scope
        of the occasion.
            From this distance,
            you can't tell
            an Andorian
            from a Tellarite.
Have you given an answer
to Captain Stillwell yet?
I've asked him
for a little more time--
until Captain Archer
decides
what he's going
to be doing.
                I'll bet you
                a month's pay
        he'll be on the
        bridge of a new ship.
                He won't be
                able to resist
                one of those
                warp-7 beauties.
    I've heard he's already
    been tapped for admiral.
Malcolm's right.
They'll never keep
him behind a desk.
        It's very wise of you
        to stick with him.
            That's exactly
            what I plan to do.
            Please stand still.
        If you hadn't waited
        until the last minute,
you would have had time
to memorize your speech.
You sound like
my ninth grade teacher.
                There are
                dignitaries here
from 18 different worlds.
        ( chuckles )
    It's a good sign.
I wouldn't be surprised
if this alliance
begins to expand
before we know it.
You should be very proud
of yourself, Captain.
    I'll be proud of myself
    if I get this speech out
        in one piece.
That's not what I meant.
            I know what
            you meant, Phlox.
    And I appreciate it,
    but this is not about me.
Why do so many humans
refuse to take credit
where credit is due?
There are times
when modesty and humility
are quite illogical.
Whenever you're ready, sir.
Well, I've got
three wives waiting.
I'd better go
and join them.
I'd wish you
good luck, Captain,
but you've always
had an ample supply.
    Thank you, Doctor.
You'd better
get out there.
You don't want to miss me
screwing this thing up.
        I'm going to remain down
        here, if you don't mind.
You never did
like crowds, did you?
                    You look...
                    very heroic.
                Is he nervous?
    Wouldn't you be?
            Oh, he'll be fine.
    I had to memorize this
    speech in grammar school.
            You wish you
            could tell them all
    that this alliance will give
    birth to the Federation.
I think I'm ready
to talk to Captain Picard.
I should have done it
a long time ago.
            So I guess
            we're through here.
    I guess we are.
        ( applause )
    Computer...
                    end program.
            PICARD:
 Space... the final frontier.
     These are the voyages
 of the Starship Enterprise.
 Its continuing mission...
            KIRK:
         ...to explore
     strange new worlds...
     to seek out new life
 and new civilizations...
            ARCHER:
     ...to boldly go where
     no man has gone before.
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