From: andres@cbnewsj.cb.att.com (Andy C)
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Subject: The Once and Future Starship - Scene 3
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Date: 9 Aug 91 23:40:52 GMT
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STAR TREK: "The Once and Future Starship" 8/9/91 - SCENE 3              1.



                            SCENE 3


FADE IN:


EXT. SPACE - THE TWO ENTERPRISES (OPTICAL)

The two Enterprises continue to orbit the planet as we begin
the voice over.


                           PICARD (V.O.)
          Captain's Log, Stardate 44636.1.  We have
          received orders from Star Fleet Command to
          arrest the survivors of the battle at
          Norendra III.  It seems the Admiralty is
          not convinced of the time travel theory
          despite the presence of this alternate
          version of Tasha Yar.


INT. BRIDGE BRIEFING ROOM (OPTICAL)

PICARD, RIKER, WORF, DATA, GEORDIE, YAR and CASTILLE sit in the
main bridge briefing lounge.  The planet can be seen out the
wide curving windows and perhaps the Enterprise-C as well.


                           PICARD (V.O.)
          I have assembled my senior staff and the
          senior staff of the Enterprise-C to plan
          our next steps.


                           YAR
          I can't believe Star Fleet is doing this to
          us.


                           RIKER
          I think the Admiralty hasn't been the same
          since the Borg incident.


                           CASTILLE
          The Borg?

Picard raises his hand to get their attention and call the
meeting to order.  He is no happier than Riker and the others
about the turn of events.


                           PICARD
          That's a long story and one that isn't
          relevant to the current proceedings.
                    (Picard pulls down his shirt)
          What I need are options.
                    (a beat)
          Anyone?


                           DATA
          We have no options, Captain.  Star Fleet
          Regulations Paragraph  . . .


                           RIKER
                    (interupting)
          Data, Captain Picard and the rest of the
          people in this room are well aware of the
          regulations.  Strictly speaking what these
          people did could be construed as mutiny.


                           WORF
          They are not mutineers, they are warriors.
          Those who defend Klingons against the
          attack of honorless Romulans are heros!

Yar is still uncomfortable with Worf, but she acknowledges his
comment with a nod.


                           DATA
          Nonetheless, our next step must be to
          confine the survivors aboard the
          Enterprise.
                    (a beat)
          However, since we are not within normal
          cruising distance of a starbase, you do
          have the authority to call for a formal
          Inquiry Board on the Enterprise.  Such a
          Board may be used to clear the defendants
          if it is found that no general court
          martial is warranted.


                           PICARD
          That is an excellent idea, Mr. Data.
                    (to Riker)
          See to it, Number One.


                           RIKER
          Aye, Sir.


                           PICARD
                    (to Worf)
          Meanwhile, Mr. Worf, assemble a security
          team and beam down to the surface.  See to
          it that all the survivors are transported
          aboard the Enterprise.

Worf's eyes are aflame as he answers in a deep rumble.


                           WORF
          Yes, Captain.


                           PICARD
                    (to Yar and Castille)
          How many survivors are there?


                           CASTILLE
          Thirty crew and ten children.  The oldest
          is our daughter, Rachel, shes 21 years old,
          not a child anymore.  The other children
          range from sixteen down to five years old.


                           PICARD
          I'm not about to throw children into the
          Brig. Nor am I going to separate families.
          Will confinement to a holodeck be
          satisfactory?


                           YAR
          That would be more than generous, Captain.


                           PICARD
          Let's proceed then, the sooner we get this
          nonsense over with the better.

The meeting breaks up and they all depart, Picard remains
seated staring out at the planet.


INT. TRANSPORTER ROOM (OPTICAL)

O'Brien is at the console, two security persons are posted at
either side of the doorway.  Tasha and Castille are standing in
front of the console facing the platform.


                           O'BRIEN
          This is the last group.

He energizes the transporter and six figures take shape on the
platform, Worf, another security officer and the last four
survivors, including Rachel Castille.  Rachel looks around the
chamber then spots her parents and runs to her father's arms.
The security officer leads the others out of the room.  Worf
waits for the Castille family.


                           CASTILLE
          There you are, Bunny!


                           RACHEL
          Oh, Poppa, you know how I hate that name!
                    (a beat)
          How are you?


                           CASTILLE
          I'm  . . . we're fine!  They've taken good
          care of us.  Captain Picard is on our side,
          I think, but he has his orders.


                           YAR
          Rachel, dear, don't I get a hug?

Rachel ignores her.


                           RACHEL
          So this is the new Enterprise  . . . nice.


                           CASTILLE
          Rachel, say hello to your mother.

Rachel goes to Tasha and gives her one of those off the cheek
fake kisses.  Worf has had enough, he motions to them to leave.


                           WORF
          Come, I will escort you to the holodeck.

They turn and leave the room.


INT. HOLODECK 3 - EARTH SCENE DAY (OPTICAL)

The holodeck is set to display a pleasant old Earth scene with
lots of trees and grass, we hear the holodeck door open.  We
see several young children running and playing, in the distance
are some buildings. The kids love it.  Tasha, Castille and
Rachel walk into the scene.  Rachel is awed by the scene.


                           RACHEL
          Oh my, what is all this, Poppa?  Is it
          real?


                           CASTILLE
          It's Earth, Rachel, or at least a
          simulation of what Earth used to be like.


                           RACHEL
          This is where you were born?


                           CASTILLE
          Well, not exactly, but close enough.  Earth
          hasn't been this open and plush for many
          years, but parts of it are still this nice.
          At least it was the last time I was there.


                           RACHEL
          This is wonderful.  I'm going to check out
          the living quarters and order myself
          something to eat,  maybe even chocolate!

Rachel runs away toward the buildings leaving Yar and Castille
alone.  They stand admiring the scene for a moment.


                           YAR
          She's up to something, Richard.  She's been
          laying it on pretty thick since she got
          here.


                           CASTILLE
          Come on, Tasha, she's been couped up on our
          little planet for a long time.  Let her
          explore.
                    (a beat)
          Besides, we have more important things to
          worry about.  We need to meet with the
          others and start working on our defense.

Yar nods her agreement then they clasp hands and walk toward
the buildings in the distance.


INT. MAIN ENGINEERING

GEORDIE LA FORGE is working on some instruments in a shadowy
corner of Main Engineering.  He is reading some panel, then
turns and comes face to face with WORF, who has walked up
behind him.  Geordie is startled.


                           LA FORGE
          Geez, Worf, you've about scared me to
          death!

Worf gives Geordie one of his patented Klingon looks but says
nothing.


                           LA FORGE
          What can I do for you, old buddy?

Worf considers his words before speaking, then looks around to
see that no one else is around.


                           WORF
          I need a favor, Commander.


                           LA FORGE
          Sure, Worf, anything for you.  What is it?


                           WORF
          I need a secure channel from my quarters on
          this frequency.

He hands Geordie a data pad.  Geordie looks at it and is mildly
shocked.


                           LA FORGE
          Worf, this is a Klingon frequency!


                           WORF
          Yes.  Will you grant my request?


                           LA FORGE
          I don't know, Worf, the Captain might not
          like this, not to mention what Commander
          Riker might think.  Just what are you up
          to?


                           WORF
          I cannot say  . . . yet.  Will you grant my
          request, Commander?


                           LA FORGE
          OK, Worf, for you, I'll do it.  If you
          think it's important enough.   Lord knows
          you got me out of a lot of tight spots.


                           WORF
          Thank you, I am in your debt.

Worf walks away, Geordie is left alone shaking his head, he
returns to his instruments.


INT. WORF'S QUARTERS

It is dark in Worf's quarters.  He approaches his terminal and
sits in a chair in front of it.  He activates the panel and
SPEAKS into it in KLINGON.  After a few minutes of dialog he
stops and turns off the terminal.  The camera closes on his
serious face.


INT. HOLODECK - EARTH SCENE NIGHT (OPTICAL)

Castille and Yar plot sit under a tree plotting the Enterprise-
C crew's defense.  She is cradled in his arms.


                           YAR
          How could this happen, we were trying to
          save the Federation's future and now it's
          all backfired ?  What do we do now, Captain
          ?


                           CASTILLE
          I don't know, technically we are guilty of
          mutiny.  If I were in Star Fleet's shoes I
          guess I would arrest us too.


                           YAR
          I don't think the crew would appreciate
          your logic.  They weren't to happy with us
          handling the defense, we have to come up
          with something good enough to set us all
          free.


                           CASTILLE
          I know.  Now that the danger of
          contaminating the future is over, a lot of
          them would like to return to the
          Federation, particularly those with
          families.


                           YAR
          I know.
                    (a beat)
          Damn, I know the regs about as well as
          anyone and I can't think of a way out of
          this either.


                           CASTILLE
          Well, there must be someone on this ship
          who could help us.  Who did you rely on
          when you were on the alternate Enterprise?


                           YAR
          No one.  I always relied on my wits and
          muscle to get by, that's what you had to do
          to survive on my home planet.


                           CASTILLE
          Come on, Tasha, there must have been
          someone you at least talked to.


                           YAR
          Well there was  . . .

Just then a shadowy figure comes into view.  It steps out into
the starlight.  It is Guinan.


                           YAR (CONT.)
          Guinan.


                           GUINAN
          Hello, Tasha, Castille.

Yar is shocked, but somehow knows that Guinan would show up at
a time like this.


                           YAR
          Guinan, how did you get in here?


                           GUINAN
          I know the Boss, we drink prune juice
          together.  Besides, you are the ones
          confined, I can go where I please.  I just
          wanted to see how you were doing.


                           CASTILLE
          We are trying to figure out a defense for
          these charges against us.


                           YAR
          I was just telling Richard that you were
          the only one I can remember confiding in.
                    (a beat)
          It's only been twenty three years, but my
          memories seem kind of dim.


                           GUINAN
          That's normal, some of your memories will
          fade as this timeline diverges from the one
          you left.  But I can't believe I was the
          only one you talked to.  Judging by all the
          fond memories people on this ship still
          have of you, I have to believe you were
          close to some of them in your timeline.


                           YAR
          I really don't recall.


                           GUINAN
          Then perhaps it's time to shed that reality
          and make use of your friends in this one.
          Some of them are quite capable, and some
          really love you.
                    (a beat)
          It's too bad you don't have a positronic
          brain like Data, then you'd never forget
          your friends.


                           YAR
          Data, of course!  I just remembered
          something  . . . I always used to talk to
          him.  He was so non-threatening, so easy to
          talk to.
                    (turns to Castille)
          He could access all the legal banks in the
          Federation in a matter of minutes!


                           GUINAN
          Data.  Now there's an idea!

Castille, Yar and Guinan all smile at once.   Suddenly Tasha
stops smiling.


                           YAR
          Oh, but, Guinan, I treated him rather badly
          earlier.  Do you think he would still want
          to help?


                           GUINAN
          Data doesn't have a hateful bone in his
          body  . . . so to speak.  I think  he would
          help a dog who just bit him on the
          backside, if it needed helping.

Tasha relaxes and smiles again, she knows Guinan is right.


                           YAR
          Thanks, I'll try not to take that
          personally.


                           CASTILLE
          Do you think you could arrange for us to
          meet with Data?


                           GUINAN
          I think I could arrange for one of you to
          meet with him.

Tasha comprehends Guinan's message, this is something she must
handle with Data.


                           YAR
          I think I should be the one, Guinan.

Guinan nods her head in the affirmative and smiles gently at
Tasha.


INT. TEN FORWARD (OPTICAL)

Data stands alone in the room, the lights are dim, he admires
the planet below through the wide windows.  Suddenly the doors
open and Tasha enters.  A security officer can be seen behind
her.  The officer takes up a position outside the doors as she
enters the room.  The doors close behind her.


                           YAR
          Hello, Data.  Thank you for agreeing to see
          me.


                           DATA
          Do not thank me yet, Tasha.


                           YAR
          No, I want to thank you.  You didn't have
          to go to all this trouble for me,
          especially after how I treated you
          yesterday.


                           YAR (CONT.)
                    (a beat)
          Well, I just wanted to apologize.


                           DATA
          There is no need to apologize, Tasha, I
          have no feelings to be hurt.


                           YAR
          OK, Data.  So, what have you learned?


                           DATA
          I have been reviewing your case with the
          Federation legal banks and have failed to
          come up with any solution to your problem.
                    (a beat)
          I am sorry.

                           YAR
          Nothing, Data?  There must be some case,
          some precedent somewhere.  The rules aren't
          that cut and dried, not even the Prime
          Directive is that inflexible.

Data is taken by surprise at the mention of the Prime
Directive.


                           DATA
          Intriguing.  That might be a possibility.
                    (a beat)
          Accessing.


                           YAR
          What, Data, what might be a possibility?


                           DATA
          A moment please, Tasha.
                    (a beat while he continues
                    accessing)
          There is a small probability, but it may in
          fact suffice.

Tasha is overwhelmed with joy and throws herself into Data's
arms.


                           YAR
          Oh, Data, I knew you could do it!

The camera closes to a tight shot of their faces and then only
Data's.  He is as pleased as any Android could be.
FADE OUT.
                        END OF SCENE 3