"All Good Things..." Line-by-Line

Data: But sir, peridaxon...

 

Picard: Yes I know it’s not a cure. There’s nothing that can prevent the deterioration of the synaptic pathways. You think that I’m senile, that all this is just a delusion.

 

Geordi: Now come on, Captain. No one said anything of the kind.

 

Data: In all honesty Captain, the thought has occurred to me. However, there’s nothing to disprove what you’re saying. So it’s possible something is happening to you. The first thing we should do is run a complete series of neurographic scans. We can use the equipment in the biometric lab here on the campus. Jessel! Ask Professor Rippert to take over my lecture for tomorrow possibly for the rest of the week.

 

^^Finishing:

Data (cont.): Captain, we'll get to the bottom of this.

Picard: That's the Data that I remember. I knew I could count on you!

 

[Past Shuttlebay]

Tasha: "Commanding officer Enterprise arriving."

 

Picard: To Captain Jean-Luc Picard, stardate 41148... (three people jeering from the upper level) You are hereby requested and required to take command... (four of them behind him) to take command of the USS Enterprise as of this date. Signed, Rear Admiral Norah Satie, Starfleet Command. (just as he goes to shake Troi's hand, he sees more jeering people) Red Alert! All crew to battle stations!

 

The assembled crew looks at each other confused and unsure what to do.
Tasha: You heard him. Move!

 

(Act Three)

(Still in the past, Picard is in the observation lounge)

Personal log, stardate 41153.7. Recorded under security lockout Omega three two seven. I have decided not to inform this crew of my experiences. If it's true that I've traveled to the past, I cannot risk giving them foreknowledge of what's to come.

(The staff enters the lounge)

Picard: Report.

 

Tasha: We’ve completed a full subspace scan of the ship and surrounding space. We’ve detected no unusual readings or anomalies.

 

Worf: With all due respect, sir, it would be helpful if we knew exactly what we were looking for.

 

Picard: Noted. Counselor, do you sense anything unusual aboard the Enterprise. Perhaps, an alien presence that doesn’t belong here? Maybe one operating on a level of intelligence far superior to our own?

 

Troi: "No, sir. I'm only aware of the crew and the families on board the ship."

 

Picard: Mr. Worf, initiate a level 2 security alert, all decks until further notice.

 

Tasha: "With all due respect, sir, I'm the Security Chief on this ship. Unless you're planning to make a change."

 

Picard: No..uh..of course not. Lt. Security alert 2.

 

Tasha: "Aye, Sir."

 

O’Brien (over the com): Captain Picard to the bridge please.

 

Picard: "We're on our way, Chief."

 

On The Bridge.
O’Brien: Sir, Starfleet has just issued an alert. It appears a number of vessels are moving towards the Neutral Zone between Romulan and Federation space.