"Time's Arrow" Line-by-Line

LONDON: No kidding. Well, this stuff's going to take a while. I'll have to go clear cross town. And it's not going to be cheap.

 

(Data takes a wad of notes from his waistcoat pocket)

Data: Will this be enough?

 

LONDON: More than enough.

 

Data: You may retain the surplus for yourself.

 

LONDON: Keep the change?!

 

Data: Exactly.

 

LONDON: Done!

 

[Alley]

(The bellboy runs out the back of the hotel, past an old man muttering to himself)

Beggar: Help out a Forty Niner. Fell down a shaft. Forty Niner. Help me. Help me out.

(a tall slim elegantly dressed man with a snake's head cane and a tall slim elegantly dressed woman with a case approach)

Beggar: No. No.

(a beam comes from the woman's case to the beggar, and he dies.)

 

[Back in the 24th Century on the Enterprise]

PICARD: Captain's Log, supplemental. Close range sensor analysis has yielded no further trace of Commander Data. Despite the emotional repercussions among my crew, I must move this mission forward.

 

[Observation lounge]

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

 

PICARD: We cannot make Mr. Data our priority.

 

Riker: What is more important than Data?

 

Troi: Look at what we have so far. Evidence that these aliens have been travelling back in time to Earth.

 

Crusher: What if they're trying to undermine our history for some reason.

 

Worf: Some kind of guerrilla war?

 

Picard: We must assume that there is a threat, if not to us then to 19th century Earth. We have to determine what that threat may be. Mister La Forge, we have to find some way to communicate with these life forms.

 

LaFORGE: It's not going to be easy to reproduce what Data did. We can create a contained subspace field, but we'd need an extraordinarily sensitive phase discriminator to get that point zero zero four variance.

 

PICARD: Can you build one?

 

GEORDI: It won't be as good as Data's.

 

RIKER: Will it be good enough?