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CLEMENS: Madame Guinan. Mister Data.
GUINAN: Shame on you, Mister Clemens. Shame.
CLEMENS: Shame, Madame? I think not. I find no shame in my efforts to uncover your plot.
Guinan: I keep telling you, there is no plot!
CLEMENS: Yes, you do keep telling me that. What an interesting pair you are. Where in Switzerland did you say you were from, Mr. Data?
DATA: I am French, sir. Not Swiss.
CLEMENS: Oh yes, that's right, now I remember. A Frenchman with a talent for poker, from what I hear. You know, I was talking to a friend of mine, Ches Whitley. He says to say hello and wonders when you're coming back.
DATA: I do not believe I know Mr. Whitley.
CLEMENS: No? He works at the County Assayer's office. He says you've been in there a number of times claiming to be a geological engineer and wanting information about mining operations during the 1850's. You remember him now?
DATA: I am unfamiliar with the gentleman's name. I have spoken to several people at that office.
CLEMENS: Yes, I know. And in the Hall of Records, and in the Geological Society, and a little-known mineral shop in Chinatown. You do get around, don't you?
Data: As apparently you do, Mister Clemens.
CLEMENS: I must admit you've got me mystified. This contraption, for instance. It's very unusual. It looks quite futuristic. Tell me, might it have something to do with time shifts?
Data: In a sense. The time shift is a gearing system I have invented for the horseless carriage.
CLEMENS: Do not insult me. You have come here to this century and brought your infernal technology with you for God only knows what purpose, but I have no doubt it will be the people of this century who will suffer for it.
GUINAN: My dear Mister Clemens, I do think we've heard enough. Mister Data's business is his own, and I will thank you to leave now.
Clemens: Pardon me, Madam Guinan, but it is my business too. It is the business of all humanity, I believe, to stop both of you from whatever it is you are doing here. And that is what I intend to do.
[In the Sisters of Hope Infirmary, Picard is on a ladder pretending to be fixing the gas lamp -really installing a tracking device for the aliens- Beverly is on the floor dressed as a nurse attending to one of the "cholera" victims. A man enters, presumably the head of the hospital ward.]
DOCTOR: Just what are you doing with those lamps?
PICARD: Replacing the burners. City ordinance. Makes it safer in case of earthquake.
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