"Face of the Enemy" Line-by-Line

PILOT: Commander, cargo is on-board and secure.

 

TORETH: Tell me, is there a reason why the Commander of a ship is being kept ignorant of its cargo?

 

Troi: I don't know what you mean.

 

Troi: I don't know what you mean.

 

TORETH: I have been ordered to take on cargo but its contents are unknown to me. Does that seem wise? I am responsible for the safety of this ship and its crew. How do I know this cargo is safe to transport?

 

TROI: I'm sure it is safe; otherwise, it would not have been loaded.

 

TORETH: Ah. The Tal Shiar is deeply concerned for the safety and well-being of the military. I'm sure that every person on the Bridge of this ship could offer testimony about personal experiences with the Tal Shiar, but I doubt that many could recall those encounters as tender and caring. So I must ask you to forgive me, Major, if I hesitate to accept your assurances that that cargo presents no danger to my crew. I intend to open those containers.

 

TROI: That cargo is the property of the Tal Shiar. You will not touch it.

 

Toreth: On whose authority?

 

Deanna: Mine. And if you do not wish to undergo another personal experience with the Tal Shiar, I suggest you not question me again. Now, proceed on course bearing 102 mark 4 to the Kaleb sector.

 

Toreth: Why should we go to the Kayleb Sector? It's virtually deserted.

 

Deanna: Because those are your orders.

 

Toreth: Pilot, set course. Bearing 1-0-2 mark 4. Warp 6.

 

Pilot: Yes, Commander.

 

Enterprise in orbit of a planet

Captains Log Stardate 46519.1 We have arrived at Research Station 75 to take on a rather unique passenger, one whose homecoming will undoubtedly be difficult.

 

(Corridor)

Worf: The man acted dishonorably. He is a traitor.

 

Crusher: He risked his life to get here. He spent 2 weeks alone on a Scout ship.

 

Worf: That does not excuse his original actions.

 

[Transporter room]

CRUSHER: Well, maybe he finally realized he made a mistake.

 

Riker: It's twenty years too late. Energize. (a man in a Romulan uniform is beamed in) Ensign DeSeve, by order of Starfleet Command, I am placing you under arrest for treason.