Discussion in 'The Next Generation' started by LeadHead, Oct 17, 2012.
(Data's headless body is lying on the floor, clutching the cane)
RIKER: Mister Worf?
WORF [OC]: Yes, Commander.
RIKER: Make that six to transport.
CLEMENS: Where are we now?
RIKER: The Federation Starship Enterprise. Ensign, call security. I want an escort for this man.
CLEMENS: Security? What for? Are you afraid I'm going to go around stealing things?
RIKER: It's a long story, Mister Worf. I'll brief you later.
LAFORGE: Let's have Data's body taken to the science lab. I'll try and reattach the head we have.
CRUSHER: Geordi, that head is over five hundred years old.
LAFORGE: Yeah, but it's the best chance we've got.
RIKER: I want Mister Clemens kept under escort at all times.
TROI: Commander, perhaps I could handle that. I'd be happy to take Mr. Clemens to his quarters.
RIKER: Good idea. If you would accompany the Counsellor.
CLEMENS: Madame, I'd be delighted. So this is a space ship? You ever run into Halley's comet?
(Guinan is just coming round)
PICARD: Gently. Don't sit up too quickly.
GUINAN: Where'd everybody go?
PICARD: I hope they're all safely back on the Enterprise by now.
GUINAN: But you're still here.
Picard: You were hurt. I had to make sure you were alright.
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