Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Woodsmoke. Mown hay.

Half of them never wanted to rescue the Romulans in the first place.

[Picard panting]

I said that either they accept the revised evacuation plan

She's not what you think she is.

-[Rios] Hotter. -Is that your pilot?

He's on the side of the angels.

It makes total sense that you're angry.

Can you keep a secret?

Raffi, they had no reason to sabotage their own rescue.

And that heavy sweetness of the grapes.

I have no idea. If you had asked me five minutes beforehand,

You are an emergency hologram.

Romulan vaults don't have a pope setting.

Chief of Starfleet Security. A Vulcan.

are just frightened.

Then spare me the angsty teenage moral relativism.

It must have been in there somewhere.

If you answer my questions, I will release you.

But I gather you already heard that from your buddy Clancy. Right?

Wait a minute. What happened in there, JL?

[Picard] What sources?

But I'm an anthropologist by training.

a shared narrative framework for understanding their trauma.

Those big oak beams. Heirloom furniture.

How much do you know about Ramdha before she was assimilated?

Tell me... why?

That's what Oh thought, that you were planning to get a ship and a pilot

Let her go. She's fine.

Tens of thousands are dead.

They conceal it.

so some things never change.

Something's off about this whole business, JL.

Your ability to see things others don't see.