Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Woodsmoke. Mown hay.

[Picard panting]

And that heavy sweetness of the grapes.

They conceal it.

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

[Picard] What sources?

are just frightened.

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

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

It must have been in there somewhere.

Tell me... why?

But I'm an anthropologist by training.

If you answer my questions, I will release you.

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

Let her go. She's fine.

Wait a minute. What happened in there, JL?

Romulan vaults don't have a pope setting.

She's not what you think she is.

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

so some things never change.

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

I said that either they accept the revised evacuation plan

You are an emergency hologram.

Something's off about this whole business, JL.

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

Your ability to see things others don't see.

a shared narrative framework for understanding their trauma.

Can you keep a secret?

Tens of thousands are dead.

Then spare me the angsty teenage moral relativism.

He's on the side of the angels.

Chief of Starfleet Security. A Vulcan.

It makes total sense that you're angry.

Those big oak beams. Heirloom furniture.