"Face of the Enemy" Line-by-Line

PICARD: It would be risky to set a trap here, so close to Federation space. But the fact remains, here we are, there is no freighter. Did your contact tell you anything else that might be helpful?

 

DeSeve: The freighter is an old Antares Class Vessel with limited speed and range. It couldn't have take on its cargo more than a day ago, which means it must be within 15 light years of here.

 

PICARD: Why didn't you mention this earlier?

 

Deseve: It didn't seem necessary. And on Romulus you learn not to volunteer information. It's a hard habit to break.

 

Picard: Well, maybe now would be a good time to start. Follow me, gentlemen.

 

Troi's quarters on the Warbird

N'Vek enters

N'Vek: Our plan has collapsed.

 

Troi: Our plan? What about the people on that freighter? Why did you fire?

 

N'Vek: There was no choice. You told me they couldn't be trusted. If I let them live, the whole mission would be in jeopardy.

 

TROI: Eighteen people lost their lives.

 

N'Vek: Don't lecture me, Counselor. A number of people have died in order to carry out this mission. Believe me those 18 people won't be last.

 

Troi: I’m sorry, but I can’t dismiss those lives so easily!

 

N'Vek: Fine. Agonize all you want, but don't let it get in the way of our plan.

 

Troi: You don’t have a “plan” anymore!

 

N'Vek: You remember I told you that if anything went wrong, we would need a starfleet officer. There is a Starfleet Base on Draken 4. It is 2 days away at maximum warp. That's where we're going.

 

Troi: In a Romulan ship?

 

N'VEK: Yes. It's your job to order Toreth to proceed into Federation territory.

 

Troi: We’ll never get through the gravitic sensor nets.

 

N'VEK: We will, if you provide the correct access codes.

 

Troi: Do you really think this has a chance of succeeding? (I can’t even fly the ship. If I did I bet I’d hit another ship or crash us into a planet!)

 

N'VEK: If you have another idea, I'll be happy to consider it.