TyJaTrek Presents
A stage-to-film adaptation
12 Minds
Are you sure, doctor, you want to see it?
Odo, from the moment you told me about the trial I can't stop thinking about it.
You know, on Bajor such things don't happen every day.
What exactly happened?
There was a murder. Cadet Icheb was charged with it.
That's the former Borg Voyager brought back from the Delta Quadrant.
That's him. Upon his return he joined Starfleet,
he probably wanted to return the favor as it were humans who saved him from the Collective,
but they didn't give him a warm welcome, he was too... different.
And that's why you feel for him, isn't it?
I was overseeing the whole case and my personal feelings must be set aside.
I understand. And who was the boy supposed to have killed?
His roommate.
A boy who was teasing him most and...
...bullied him too. They found him dead in his room.
Starfleet Command itself was dealing with the case
and if found guilty, Icheb would face the death sentence.
That is highly unusual, I thought that
the Federation only sends its prisoners and convicts to penal colonies.
Yes, it does, but this case is a bit different,
as I've been saying, Starfleet Command itself took interest in it
and if he is found guilty, they will restore the virus that was put in him by his parents
and send him towards the Collective to kill as many Borg as possible
before he dies.
That is really harsh.
I can see that the actions of us Solids can sometimes be quite pragmatic.
And how did the jury decide?
You will see that in a moment...
...but the deliberation was not easy.
There were experienced officers, there were Federation representatives,
they were discussing it for quite some time.
I really can't wait to see, but wait a second...
...a recording of the deliberation process... Is it legal?
As chief of security here on the station
I felt an obligation to make a recording for possible future study,
but my showing it to you, my friend and mentor, is confidential.
I appreciate that, of course. Shall we go then?
Computer, activate program Odo Alfa 47.
Now you will see the whole thing from the very beginning.
- Hey, Tin man, want a Jumja Stick? - No, thanks.
I need everyone to identify themselves for the record.
The Foreman of the jury, commander Riker?
Yes.
Captain Picard?
I'm here.
Captain Sisko?
Here!
Lieutenant Commander Data?
Yes.
Lieutenant Commander La Forge?
Here!
Commander Deanna Troi?
Yes.
Doctor Crusher?
Here.
Lieutenant Worf?
Yes.
Doctor Pulaski?
I'm here.
Chief O'Brien?
Here.
Ensign Nog?
- I'm here. - And so am I!
Save your breath, Odo, and let's get it over with.
I keep wondering why they chose you, Quark.
- Someone to represent the public... - Must have been for my charming personality, Odo.
But that's something you will never understand.
A criminal judging a criminal, right?
Oh, come on, Odo, I'm a respectable member of the jury now.
Get lost so that we can finally get started.
OK then, everybody's here.
Just a reminder, this is a decision in a case of murder,
so your verdict must be unanimous.
You've been at the court, you've listened to the testimony, you've seen the evidence.
If you are sure about the guilt, then you must in good conscience find the accused guilty.
But if there's a reasonable doubt in your minds as to the guilt of the accused...
then you must bring me a verdict of not guilty. Good luck.
And remember, to achieve absolute isolation from the outside world
all terminals in this room have been disconnected from the station database and external communication.
Now, if there's anything you want, ask commander Riker
to contact me through a special communication channel and I'll see to it.
I'll be right outside the door. So once again, good luck.
Oh boy, I never knew they locked the door.
Sure they lock the door, that's the regulation.
What's that for, commander?
In case we want to vote by ballot.
Great idea. Maybe we can get him elected Miss Alpha Quadrant!
Stop it, this is a serious matter, Quark.
So how do you feel about the whole thing, ensign?
Hard to say. It was pretty interesting, sir.
- Yeah? I almost fell asleep. - Sir?
I know, it's all new to you. But I've sat on many juries.
What gets me is the way those lawyers talk and talk and talk...
even when it's an open-and-shut case like this one.
But Captain, that's the law.
I know, I know. But this is something different.
As if we ever dragged the Borg to court.
If it was up to me, I'd send him with the virus to the Collective immediately,
we'd save time and what's more, we'd strike them. Let's get started, huh?
We have to start out with a five-minute break. Deanna is in the bathroom.
What a wonderful view.
What did you think of the case, Data?
I mean, it had a lot of interest for me.
To deal with a murder case is rare these days
and the means of punishment even more so.
Now this is the famous Celestial Temple.
Do you know, Data, that I've never been through the wormhole?
It must be exciting.
The boy was leading us on.
Like that thing with the holodeck, I don't believe a single word.
Right! Or that thing with the assimilation tubules.
I'm telling you, he's guilty, even the earlobes of the worst Ferengi would get that.
Oh, boy, that was something, nothing's big enough for Klingons, right?
- Pardon me? - Your cold, pal!
Well, I'm looking after Data's cat again.
Oh boy, humans and their pets.
So, commander, what's the hold-up? Chop-chop, we should get movin'.
I'm hosting a big auction of selected artifacts in my bar tonight.
I can't rely on Rom handling such thing by himself.
A fine ship, that Defiant, isn't it?
Yes, it is. I'm just going through its performance.
When they told me we're coming here
I said to myself I must ask you to show me around this ship of yours. It's amazing.
Of course that won't be a problem. You know,...
I designed almost the whole thing myself after...
...Jennifer died. You know, my wife... ...she was killed at Wolf 359.
I wanted to build a weapon, that would show those merciless monsters.
The original project was unfortunately set back.
But now it's in service again and I'm glad for that.
Okay, let's take our seats.
Come sit next to me, Beverly.
Thanks, Kate. I'm glad to see a colleague.
- So, what was your impression of the prosecuting attorney? - I beg pardon?
I thought he was really sharp, the way he handled all those points one by one.
Logical sequence. I was very impressed.
Yes, I too think he did an expert job.
A lot of drive too, you know?
So, we should really get started. Mr. Data, please.
I am sorry, commander.
To the point. A cadet kills him roommate
and then pretends nothing happened.
The situation at the academy are even worse than on Kronos.
At least no one denies a murder there.
What do you say to that, commander?
Deanna still hasn't returned. Would you knock on the door for her?
So who do you root for in rocketball this year?
I do not root.
Oh come on, with that computer head of yours you must have some idea about who wins!
The team from Rigel has a chance of winning.
What? Rigellinas? Those sickies? They don't have a single good player!
They really don't, do they?
I'm very sorry for the delay.
Okay, if I can have your attention.
You all can handle this thing any way that you want to.
There are different ways to do this.
We can discuss it first and then vote on it.
- Or we can vote on it right now, and... - It's customary to take a preliminary vote...
Yeah, let's vote and get outta here...
Okay. Of course you know that we have a first-degree murder charge here
and in given circumstances it was decided that if we vote the accused guilty,
Icheb will die. Irrevocably.
We know that, sir.
- Okay, anyone doesn't want to vote? - No.
Okay. Just remember that this has to be 12 to nothing either way.
That's the law.
Now, all those voting guilty, please raise your hands.
That's 11 guilty. Anyone voting not guilty?
One. Thank you.
Well, now we know where we are.
Oh boy, there's always one.
- So, what do we do now? - Talk perhaps.
- You really think he's innocent? - I do not know.
You sat in court with the rest of us. You heard what we did.
The kid's a killer.
You could see that in those implant-enhanced eyes of his!
He stabbed his own roommate, an 18-year old boy.
They proved it a dozen different ways in court.
- Would you like me to repeat them to you? - What for?
- Then what do you want, Data? - To talk about it.
Talks, talks, eleven of us think he's guilty. No one had to think about it twice except you.
- Do you believe Icheb's story? - I said I do not know.
So how come you vote not guilty?
If there are 11 votes for guilty it does not seem ethical or right
to send a boy off to die without talking about it first.
Well, now, who says it's easy?
No one.
What, just because I voted fast? I honestly think the guy's guilty.
You couldn't change my mind if you talked for a thousand years.
I am not trying to change your mind. But we are talking about a young man.
His life is at stake. Supposing we are wrong.
Supposing, supposing...
...supposing some aliens fly in through the hole and destroy this whole station.
You can suppose anything. But why do we have to get stuck here because of it.
Suppose we do it in five minutes.
We have time. Your auction does not start until 8:00.
Who's got something to say?
- I'm all for talking about it. - Great. I heard a pretty good story last night...
That is not why we are sitting here.
The case is clear.
All right, then you tell us. What are we sitting here for?
I do not know. Maybe no reason.
There is one thing to consider.
The boy has suffered a lot during his life.
His own parents cast him off to the Borg to assimilate him.
And there he lost the most important thing. Something we all have.
His identity.
And when he was saved, he came to Earth.
He went to the academy to help those who saved him.
But his schoolmates only gave him disdain.
His roommate took every chance to bully him because of what Icheb used to be.
He might have done it.
I just think we owe him a few words.
We don't owe him a thing.
He got a fair trial and it proved his guilt.
We're all grown-ups in here, most of us Starfleet officers.
We all know what the Borg are like.
Maybe the biggest threat the Federation has ever encountered.
I fought them, I know what they're like.
They have no honor, individually or as a collective.
You're carrying it too far, Worf! You're getting carried away by your past experiences.
The Borg as such are a threat, but Icheb is not a Borg anymore.
I believe there are a few things that need explanation.
Do you think you were born with a monopoly on the truth?
Save that emotional talk of yours, counselor.
See? This is my newest research in regeneration techniques.
That is quite impressive.
Doctor, please, stop it, will you? Let's stick to the point.
Sorry, I have this habit of talking shop. Keeps me thinking clearly.
We have all this work to do. There's no point staying here forever.
Perhaps if Mr. Data who's disagreeing with us... ...perhaps he could tell us why.
You know, let us know what he's thinking and why his view is different from ours.
Maybe we could do it the other way around.
I haven't given it much thought, but it seems to me...
that it's up to the group of us to convince Mr. Data that he's wrong and we're right.
It would take just a couple of minutes... Well, it was just a quick idea.
That's a good one, doctor.
Suppose we go once around the table.
Nog, I guess you're first.
Well, it's hard to put into words.
I just think he's guilty. I thought it was obvious.
I mean, nobody proved otherwise.
Nobody has to prove otherwise. The burden of proof is on the prosecution.
The defendant does not even have to open his mouth.
That is in the Federation's Constitution.
Sure, I know that.
What I meant was, well, I just think he's guilty.
I mean, somebody saw him do it.
Exactly. Here's what I think.
I'll stick to facts. I have no personal feelings about this.
Number one. The Betazoid witness whose room is under Icheb's.
She sensed what was happening above.
Murderous thoughts, Icheb's thoughts.
She knows him as her schoolmate from the academy and swore it was him.
She even recognized his mind.
That was sometime around midnight.
She ran out of her room and saw him running away.
She called the security.
They came in and found a dead boy with two puncture wounds in the heart.
The doctor fixed the time of death around midnight
and determined he was killed by assimilation tubules.
Now these are facts. You can't refute facts.
The kid is guilty and he's gotta pay for what he did.
Yes, yes, as clear as polished latinum.
- Okay. Are you finished? - Yeah.
Right. Next.
It is obvious, to me anyway, that Icheb's entire story was flimsy.
He claimed he was on the holodeck during the time of the killing.
Yes, I wanted to ask about this too.
Why didn't his lawyer work with this?
If he's telling the truth, holodeck logs must prove it.
I'm afraid not, doctor.
Simulators at the academy do not log users or programs.
There were some cadets who were creative enough to get into other student's logs
...to copy holowork of others.
How convenient.
Anyway, when they arrested him, he could remember neither the names
of the programs he played nor the characters in them.
And who saw him enter the simulation?
Right. And what about that cadet across?
If his testimony doesn't prove it, nothing does.
That's right. He was the one who actually saw the killing.
- Let's go in order here, huh? - Just a minute.
Here's a cadet who is in bed making love to his girlfriend.
The bed is near the window and the window is right opposite Icheb's room.
He saw him sticking the tubules into his roommate.
The time is 12:10 on the nose. They said so in court.
And he recognized him from the academy.
He saw it with his own eyes.
Yes, while he was making love to a girl.
That can be, as far as I know, a little distracting.
That cadet is in his last year of training, special security forces.
Such cadets are trained to be on their guard at all times.
They said so in court, didn't they?
I wonder why you believe the story of that cadet
and not that of Icheb.
Can you not think about him as a human being, just because he was a Borg?
Are you questioning my objectivity and my judgment?
Worf, calm down and sit down.
We're not gonna get anywhere fighting.
Whose turn is it next? Captain?
I'd rather pass for now. Mr. O'Brien, go on, please.
I started to be convinced, you know, very early in the case.
You see, I was looking for a motive. That's very important.
Because if you don't have a motive, where's your case, right?
Anyway, that, uh, testimony of those cadets.
They heard Icheb and his roommate argue that night
at about 7:00, now, I don't remember exactly...
It was 8:00.
They heard an argument then the roommate hit Icheb twice in the face
and he ran angrily out of the room.
What does that prove?
Well, it doesn't exactly prove anything. It's just part of the picture.
Well, you said it provided a motive.
The prosecuting attorney said the same thing, but I do not think that was a motive at all.
This boy has been hit so many times in his life, both physically and mentally,
that violence is unfortunately natural with him.
I cannot see two slaps in the face provoking him into committing murder.
It may have been two too many. Everyone has a breaking point.
Okay, anything else?
No.
Now you, Quark.
I don't know. It's all been said. All this talking is pointless anyway.
He's ready for the rope. He was a Borg soldier.
Killing is his second nature, he couldn' have forgotten it.
Even at the academy, he had conflicts with schoolmates all the time,
fights, Oh, this is a very fine boy.
Those fights were usually provoked by his schoolmates.
Cadets craving to fight the Borg,
to revenge what they did to their loved ones.
He has gone through hell and prejudice
because of what happened to him although it was not his fault.
That's all very nice, but I think those cadets had a right to do it.
Really?
You got any kids, being an Android?
Yes, a daughter. At least I used to.
I have a boy. Jake. He's all grown up now.
But when he was only ten, his mother was killed by the Borg.
It was on Wolf 359, he was there when she died.
I found him hugging her.
Jennifer... here she is.
The boy will never forget what the Borg took from him
and many of those cadets have same memories.
Are you talking about Jake or yourself, captain Sisko?
How dare you... give it back.
I think we're missing the point here.
We're here to decide whether he's innocent or guilty,
not why he is what he is.
What do you mean "missing the point"?
He was Borg, the worst most evil thing one can imagine.
And although he was disconnected from the Collective
how can we know whether some of that stayed in him or not?
If you ask me, it's something you can never get rid of.
True, he was a threat as a Borg, he's a threat now.
When it's a part of you once it can never...
But I was a Borg too!
I was part of the Collective and I helped to kill and assimilate my own people.
Nevertheless some of you helped to rescue me.
Do you still see just a Borg in me?
Captain, that's not what I meant...
Nobody's saying we meant you.
Calm down, please. This is really not the point here.
Aw, come on, fella. He didn't mean you. Let's not be so sensitive.
This sensitivity I can understand.
Let's stop the arguing.
We shall continue.
Mr. Data, your turn.
I did not expect a turn.
The others were supposed tu persuade me. Was that not the idea?
What difference does it make? You're the one who's keeping us in here.
So tell us why.
No, we decided to do this a certain way, so let's stick to that way.
Come on, commander, this whole thing is nonsense.
Worf, you don't like that I'm trying to keep this thing organized?
Here, you take it. You take on the responsibility.
What are you getting so hot about? Calm down, sir.
Don't tell me to calm down. Just take the chair if you don't like the way I'm doing it.
- Come on, Will, don't lose it... - Oh, here, you try it, doctor...
No, nobody wants to change. You're doing a great job, foreman. Sit down.
Yeah, you're doing great, fella. You stay in there and pitch.
Whose turn is it now?
Well, if you want me to tell you how I feel about it,
I will be glad to do so.
Do tell us, Mr. Data.
All right, I do not have anything brilliant.
I only know as much as you do.
According to the testimony, Icheb looks guilty.
I was listening while the evidence built up.
If I were human, I would call my view a peculiar feeling about the whole trial.
Everybody sounded so positive.
I mean, nothing is that positive.
My conclusion is, that the defense counsel did not ask many questions,
he let too many things go by, little things.
What little things?
when these fellas don't ask questions,
it's because they know the answers already and they figure they'll be hurt.
That's a known thing even from the trials on Kronos
and everybody knows that their sense of justice is sometimes odd.
Maybe it is also possible for a lawyer to be just plain stupid.
Plain stupid?
You sound like you met my brother once.
In short, this one did not make much effort.
If I were in Icheb's place, I would have asked for another lawyer.
In such a situation I would want my lawyer
to tear the prosecution witnesses to shreds, or at least try to.
There was one alleged eyewitness.
And then the girl who sensed something and maybe saw the boy running away.
And there was a lot of circumstantial evidence.
So only those two witnesses were the entire case for the prosecution.
Supposing they are wrong.
What do you mean, Data, supposing they're wrong?
What's the point of having witnesses at all?
Could they be wrong?
What are you trying to say? They sat on the stand under oath.
They are only people. Could they be wrong?
- Why? No, I don't think so. - Do you know so?
Oh, come on, Data, Nobody can know a thing like that.
- This isn't an exact science. - Exactly.
Okay, let's talk about something else, something more tangible.
What about the murder weapon, the... assimilation tubules.
- But it's Mr. Data's turn now. - He'll get a chance to talk.
Our dear Icheb had those assimilation tubules implanted as a souvenir of the Collective.
Okay, let us talk about them.
When he was accused, they were removed from his body as evidence.
I would like to see them, can we have them brought in?
Why do we have to see them again? We all know what they look like.
Data has a right to see exhibits in evidence.
Riker to Odo, bring in the murder weapon, please.
Of course, sir, I'll be right there.
Let's take the facts one at a time.
- The tubules... - Assimilation tubules.
Yes, assimilation tubules, Icheb had them implanted in his body.
Firstly. It's a unique technology,
possessed by no one else but the Borg themselves.
Secondly, there are only two people, except for captain Picard,
Who have been disconnected from the Collective and live among us.
One of them is Icheb and the other is Seven of Nine.
Thirdly, at the time of the killing Seven of Nine was and still is
on a science mission on Rigel VIII.
Fourthly, the doctors proved beyond all doubt,
that the cause of death were assimilation tubules puncturing the heart.
Am I right so far?
Yes, you are, Geordi.
You bet he is.
Now the sequence of events.
At 8:00 Icheb has an argument with his roommate and runs angrily out of their room.
He comes back at about 10:00.
Now this is where the stories offered by the prosecution and Icheb begin to diverge.
Icheb claims that he went to the simulation at about 11:30,
returning home at 3:10 to find his roommate dead and himself arrested.
Now there's a tale, right?
I think it's quite clear that he never went to the simulation.
No one in the quarters saw him go out, no one saw him on holodeck...
and he couldn't even remember the names of the simulations he played.
- Sir. - Thank you.
What actually happened is this.
Icheb stayed in his room, had another fight with his roommate,
killed him and left the quarters only after midnight.
And you, Data, claim that someone else got Borg assimilation tubules...
and used them to kill the roommate?
Why? To test their sharpness?
I am just saying it is possible that Icheb ran out of his room...
and someone else killed his roommate with the tubules.
It is just possible.
Come on, look what we're talking about. It's a unique technology.
I myself have never seen such a thing and who has and lives to talk about it?
That someone would somehow get them somewhere,
do you really believe in such great coincidence?
I am just saying a coincidence is possible.
And I say it's not possible!
Data, where did you get that?
When they were investigating the incident on Earth
and deciding where the trial should take place,
I ventured to, let us say, dark corners of San Francisco.
Where the black market thrives.
I bought them from one Ferengi profiteer.
Mr. Data, but that's illegal.
It is, sir, I only wanted to point out that they can be bought.
Listen, you pulled a real trick.
Now you tell me what it proves. Nothing.
So they can be bought, so what.
Yes, they can.
I hope that not even you are so naive to have it for some galactic sensation.
Data, you really believe that somebody else killed the boy with assimilation tubules?
By Grand Nagus, that's some bullshit.
I am just saying it is possible.
But not very probable, you have to admit that.
Okay, everyone, let's take our seats.
You know, it's interesting that he'd find those tubules.
What's interesting about it?
- It seems interesting enough to me. - It doesn't change a thing.
There are still 11 of us here who think he's guilty.
You're not gonna change anybody's mind, Data.
The only thing you're gonna accomplish is that Icheb will be tried again
and found guilty sure as he's born.
You are probably right.
So what are you gonna do? You know, we could be here all night.
It means only one night for us, but all nights for Icheb.
Well, why don't we just set up house here, huh?
Should I send for some synthehol, and some snacks from my bar?
We could even invite a couple of Orion dancers...
- I don't think he ought to joke about it. - ...we could make it a nice party.
The tubules didn't change a thing.
They saw him commit the crime, what more do we need?
You guys can talk the ears right off my head. I am not going to change my vote.
I'm all for justice.
And in a while I there's a security drill on the ship anyway,
so let's finish this stuff, let's decide and we can go on with our duties.
But Worf, the tubules were very important to the district attorney,
he talked about them a lot...
Talks, talks and more talks, on Kronos the trial would be long over.
That's enough, we're not getting anywhere with this.
Well, what about it, Data? You're the only one.
I have a proposition to make to all of you.
You should vote.
I want the 11 of you to vote by secret ballot.
I will abstain.
If there are 11 votes for guilty, I will not stand alone
and we will take in a guilty verdict to the judge.
But if anyone votes not guilty, we stay here and talk it out.
Anyone disagrees? Fine.
Splendid, we're finally getting somewhere.
Chop-chop, hand out the buttons and let's go for it.
Anyone against it?
So that is guilty.
Guilty.
Not guilty.
And guilty.
Now we know where we stand.
Oh boy.
Well, that's nice. Here we go again.
All right, who was it? He has to own up right now.
Excuse me, Worf, this was a secret ballot and we all agreed on that.
If the person wants to remain secret,
- it should be so... - Secret, secret, secret!
There are no secrets in a jury room.
But I know who it was.
Captain Picard, you really are something.
You sit here, vote guilty like the rest of us
then your android starts tearin' your poor heart out
and you change your vote.
Who do you think you are? You can't talk to me like that.
- I know that you're very excitable... - Who's excitable?!
We're trying to punish a killer here,
someone starts telling us fairy tales, and we're listenin'!
I'm telling you again, captain Sisko, calm down.
What made you change your vote?
Captain Picard didn't change his vote. I did.
I should have known.
- Would you like me to tell you why? - To tell us why, oh, women's logic...
I'd like to make it clear anyway, especially to you, Quark.
Do we have to listen to this?
- Mr. Worf, she has a right to talk. - Thanks, Will.
Well, Data has been standing alone against us.
He doesn't say Icheb is not guilty. He just says he isn't sure.
Trust me, I know how hard it is to stand alone against the ridicule of others.
I respect his motives.
The boy on trial is probably guilty, but I want to hear more.
- The female talks, wears clothes... - The vote is 10 to two, I'm talking here!
I am afraid, counselor, he cannot hear you.
He does not want to listen.
So what now?
I think we ought to take a break.
Quark's gone to the bathroom anyway, so we can't continue.
Captain Picard...
I got a little excited back there.
I'm glad you're not one of those who let these emotional appeals influence them.
I hope, Quark, that you are going to return and continue.
Of course I will.
I've never backed away from any talks. It's not good for business.
What about you, Data, have you ever considered becoming a businessman?
A man of your self-control would be of much use to me.
No, thanks, I am a Starfleet officer.
I am fully satisfied by my job.
Yeah, you were always preppy, right?
Couldn't do without a uniform, huh? I got a different technique.
Laughs, drinks, jokes, tricks, that's how you deal with customers.
But the world is not divided only into customers and traders, Quark.
Yes, it is, only you haven't noticed yet. Everybody wants to get something.
Only recently I got 120 bars of latinum for a kanar.
That's not bad. I mean, considering Cardassian kanar.
And what are you gettin' outta this Kicks?
Do androids get fits of morality or what?
Maybe.
You know, you do-gooders are all alike.
You're always blowing your stacks over some business that's already lost.
But what are you wasting our time for?
This kid is guilty, pal.
So why don't we stop wasting our time here?
We're gonna all get sore throats if we keep it up, you know?
All except you, of course, but be a little considerate, will you?
What difference does it make whether you get it here or at your auction?
Oh, no difference to you, pal.
We must seem to you like a nice bunch of guys, huh?
It happens often with such important decisions.
Human patterns of behavior under tension are known to me.
And this is certainly a tense situation, it is not an easy decision.
Aw, he's guilty for sure. No doubt. We should've been done already.
Oh, I don't mind, you know. It beats teaching at the academy.
I never thought that keeping students' attention at the academy can be harder
than it was to keep the Cardassian and Federation technology here on the station.
But back to the point.
You really think he's not guilty, Data?
I do not know. It is possible.
I know you're usually right, but this time you're in the wrong.
We ought to wrap it up.
Supposing you were the one who was on trial.
Well, I'm not used to supposing,
Captain Picard and captain Sisko usually did the supposing for me,
well, I'll try one.
Supposing you talk us all out of this, Data,
but Icheb really did stab the boy, what then?
Let's get down to business. Now, who wants to start it off?
Okay, I'd like a word.
Let's go over the witnesses. Again.
As I said before. There's the Betazoid girl whose room is under his.
She sensed what was happening above. Murderous thoughts.
She also felt the mind of the poor boy crying in the throes of pain.
She ran out of her room and saw Icheb running away.
Does that mean nothing to you?
I considered the extent to which such thought is a certain testimony.
The girl was not in direct contact, there was a solid wall between them.
Experts on telepathy in court testified that for trained Betazoids a wall is no obstacle.
He's right, Data. And don't forget the cadet across,
who was making love to his girlfriend and saw the murder through the window.
- I mean, isn't that enough for you? - No, it is not.
Cut my own throat, it's like talking to a Fed about the necessity of a free market.
Back to the point. The cadet saw the murder,
he described the most insignificant details.
Wait a second.
I've just realized something about that Betazoid girl.
- My God, you're starting too? - Excuse me, captain Sisko, but this is important.
- It will only be a few minutes, if I may. - Of course, Deanna, speak up.
So, in court, I was watching the girl. She was nervous.
Who wouldn't be, she testified in a murder case.
This is not what I mean.
I could empathize with her, as if she was blocking her thoughts,
as if she was hiding something. And she has a right to do that.
She is young, she is 16, she must have many secrets.
Trust me, I know this girl's mind better than anyone here.
She is uncertain in many ways.
Why are you pulling out some psychological chatter about young girls?
You're forgetting yourself, captain. Please, calm down and let her finish.
Thank you, Will.
So only now, when you reminded me of the timing of both testimonies,
I realized it.
At that same moment, when a girl says that she sensed aggressive homicidal thoughts,
the murder was seen by that cadet.
And what was he doing at that time? Making love to his girlfriend.
And what's wrong about that?
He's a young man who was enjoying moments of passion.
There's nothing wrong about it.
Just that for Betazoids sexual thoughts are very intense, you know.
Especially for a young girl whose sexuality is just evolving.
And aggressive or homicidal thoughts are equally intense.
Violence and sex are very similar in terms of their emotional emanation.
Are you saying, counselor, that the girl could get it wrong?
I'm only saying she could have been confused.
Maybe she wasn't sure what she felt herself.
- And it could be particularly embarrassing if... - If what, Deanna?
Well, you know...
Betazoid girls at this age, especially when feeling lonely,
sometimes let their mind wonder and...
look for thoughts that are... let's say... erotic.
So you're saying she was telepathically watching that couple?
Yes, it is possible.
And to admit such a thing in court would be humiliating.
That's why she didn't mention it in her testimony.
Maybe she didn't mention it simply because it didn't happen.
And even if you're right, she felt a murder,
ran out of the room and the murder really happened.
Confused of not, she was right.
But if she was watching the sexual act too,
it could get mixed with the thoughts from the room above
and it was all too intense for her.
In such state she wouldn't be able to recognize the mind of the killer.
She said that only to hide her... distraction.
Trust me, I know how a telepath's mind works.
No offence, counselor, but how can you know how a mind of a teenage telepath works?
Wait a moment, Deanna, when you were young
did you use to watch people for the same reasons?
Commander, this is a bit off topic.
You're right, counselor, let's get back to the topic.
Commander, I'd like to change my vote to not guilty.
- You've changed your mind, captain? - I have.
So this is too much even for Starfleet.
What are you basing it on?
Psychobabbles of your counselor or the stories of Mr. Android?
You'd better sit at home and write detective stories with such thinking.
You'd make a fortune in latinum.
For crying out loud. The kid's own lawyer knew he didn't stand a chance.
So why are we even talking about it if his own lawyer knew it?
He was his lawyer so he should have defended him, not you, Data.
Lawyers are not infallible, Quark.
What is more, he was ex officio, he was court-appointed.
- What's that supposed to mean? - That he did not even want the case.
That he did not want to defend someone who is considered a threat to society.
The hatred for the Borg is still strong among humans.
He would really have to believe in his client to put up any sort of a good case.
And in my opinion this one did not believe in the boy at all.
Of course he didn't. Huh. Who the heck would?
Pardon me, I have made some notes here, if I may.
I have been listening very carefully and it seems to me that Mr. Data...
...has some very good points to make.
From what was presented at the trial, Icheb looks guilty.
- On the surface, but maybe if we go deeper... - Hurry up, move it, time flies.
There is a question I would like to ask.
Let's assume that Icheb really did commit the murder,
this happened 10 minutes after midnight.
Now, how was he caught by the security?
He came back home at 3:00 or so and he was arrested by two guards.
Now, my question is, if he really had committed the murder,
why would he come back home?
That's simple, he came back to cover his tracks.
Because of the tubules he used he must have known they'd identify him
so he wanted to get rid of the corpse.
But if he knew they'd recognize the tubules
why wouldn't he get rid of the body immediately?
With his abilities he sure would have been able
to hack the transporter and make it disappear.
Maybe he ran out in a state of panic.
When he finally calmed down, he realized what he had done
and wanted to cover his tracks.
But that doesn't fit his psychological profile at all.
I've seen his tests, the prosecutor brought them up,
and yes, thanks to them we know he is capable of murder.
But even after such act his organized mind of an ex-Borg would prevail.
He would either get rid of the body immediately,
or he would hope to get away before they start looking for him.
But he definitely wouldn't come back.
These are just guesses. Look, who's side are ya on?
I'm not on anyone's side, only being a doctor
I'm pointing out his psychological profile.
Yes, those are just guesses.
Maybe Icheb did kill his roommate, ran away and came back.
And maybe he did not. There are so many ambiguities.
Maybe Icheb was not even in the quarters at the time of the killing.
How can you say he wasn't there? The girl saw him run away at 12:10.
She said she did.
- She said she did? She testified in court. - Witnesses can make mistakes, Mr. Worf.
Captain, with all due respect, Data is twisting the facts.
Witnesses can make mistakes only when he wants them to!
Calm down, Worf.
You keep forgetting the important stuff and that is justice!
- I want to call for another vote. - I'm talking here!
Worf, calm down. There's another vote called for.
- I never saw so much time spent on nothing. - It only takes a second.
Okay. I guess the fastest way is to find out who's voting not guilty.
All those voting not guilty, please raise your hands.
One, two, three.
Still the same. One, two, three not guilty. Nine guilty.
So, now where are we?
I'm telling you, we can yackety-yack until next millennium.
Pardon me. I vote not guilty too.
Here we go, yet another do-gooder.
We're all going crazy in here or something.
Why don't you listen to the facts?
The kid is guilty.
Calm down, captain.
The vote is eight to four, favor of guilty.
What is this?
Love thy Borg neighbor?
Doctor, you have to explain this to me!
I don't have to defend my decision to you, captain.
There is a reasonable doubt in my mind.
Reasonable doubt, reasonable doubt...
They saw the boy kill his roommate with these tubules!
So how dare you have reasonable doubt?
These are not Icheb's tubules, it's the other pair.
- All the same! - I'm telling ya, this is the craziest.
You're sittin' here, you're pulling stories out of thin air, you know?
I tell you what, if there were such rules at Tongo
they'd say the winner is the one to first blow all his money.
Look, Data. About that Betazoid girl.
So you're saying that she saw nothing, felt nothing,
that she didn't see him fleeing the quarters...
So what are we supposed to believe?
Hold it a second...
Behold, the famous captain Picard wants to speak.
I bet we're getting a speech all right.
It will only take a moment.
The girl said that she ran through the hall
and up the stairs one floor up, is that so?
Something like that, I don't know.
Yes, that is what she said.
How far is it from her room to the stairs and then one floor up?
You don't know? I thought you knew everything.
Commander, I would like to see a diagram of the academy.
Sure.
Riker to Odo, could you bring us a diagram of the academy?
Of course, commander, right away.
Why don't we just have 'em run the whole trial all over again?
How come Data's the only one in this room who wants to see exhibits all the time?
- I'd like to see this one too. - And I'd like to stop wasting time.
Wait a moment, this might be interesting.
How long after the killing did the girl say she saw Icheb running away?
- Ten seconds. - Nonsense, she said 20.
Not true, captain. She said 10, I recorded it.
Okay, but how does she know how long 10 seconds is?
In court she said 10 and was very positive about it.
A confused teenager, how could she be positive about anything?
I don't see what you're going to prove here.
The girl said she saw him running out.
But does the timing fit?
According to her testimony she ran out of her room
immediately after the killing to look upstairs.
She said she got there in 10 seconds.
Now, if the killer began running immediately...
What if he didn't?
The girl said he did.
He set off right after the act. That is what she felt.
I'm telling you, if they were putting together
a team of hairsplitters for the Ferengi Alliance,
then you, you'd be their captain.
- Commander. - Thank you.
- Well, here's the diagram of the academy. - Thank you, Number one.
Here's the floor where the killing took place.
The girl's room was directly beneath and exactly the same.
The girl stated she ran across her room, through the whole hall to the stairs
and then one floor up where she saw the killer turning a corner.
- Am I right so far? - That's the story, for the 19th time.
Yes, you are right. Data, how far is it in metres?
I know where you are going, counselor.
From her bed to the door 3,5 meters.
Then 65 through the hall and two times 15 stairs,
that is 15 more meters. 83,5 meters in total.
We can not, however, take purely distance versus time.
There is great discrepancy mainly due to opening the door
and running up the stairs.
Anyway, 10 seconds, is that enough?
Of course it is, every trained cadet would manage that!
Only that girl is not a trained runner.
She is enlisted in the academy, but she studies psychology.
My eyes are not as precise as a medical tricorder,
but judging from her constitution and BMI,
such performance is very unlikely.
That wasn't very tactful, Data.
I did not intend to insult her,
only to point out that her testimony was not very realistic.
Why didn't his lawyer bring it up if it's so obvious?
Maybe he just did not think about it.
As we said, the lawyer didn't show too much effort.
Also he's a young man and the girl is very pretty.
Maybe he didn't find it important to analyze her fitness in court.
- So, what kind of a bum is he then? - That is what I have been asking.
Anyway, the most likely story is this.
The girl sensed a murder and a fleeing killer.
She ran out of her room and saw somebody racing down the stairs...
...or maybe just a thought and assumed it was Icheb.
Assumed? Have you gone mad?
Your hearts bleeding all over the floor about some Borg bastard.
I'm telling you, he's got to burn! To send him to them with the virus.
- You're letting him slip through our fingers. - "Slip through our fingers"?
- Are you his executioner, captain? - I'm one of 'em!
Come on, captain.
To inject the poison with your own hands and send him off to the Borg.
- Is that what you want to do? - With pleasure.
- At least I'd protect us from the threat. - I feel sorry for you.
What it must feel like to want to execute someone.
Ever since the trial began you've been acting like...
...a self-appointed public avenger who has to rid the galaxy of the Borg.
Icheb must die because you seek revenge, not because he's guilty.
You are blinded.
I would...
after what you did to us as their puppet...
- I would... - That's enough, captain.
You know I've always stood by you and God knows what we got through together.
But this is far beyond the line. Calm down.
- Let go, Chief, that's an order. - I know you don't mean it.
Thank you, Mr. O'Brien. So, back to the business.
I suppose somebody has to start it off again.
I'd like to, if I may.
Please, why all the arguing? That's not why we are here.
We have a responsibility and it is a great responsibility...
to decide whether the boy lives or dies.
But none of us know him personally.
That at least should keep us on top of things.
We should not make it a personal thing. That would be all, thank you.
I was wondering if maybe we should take another vote.
Well, that's okay with me. Anyone doesn't want to vote?
I think we ought to have an open ballot, not like at the beginning.
Let's see who stands where.
That sounds fair to me. Anyone object?
Okay. I'll call out your names.
So, the Foreman?
Oh, that's me.
I vote guilty.
Nog?
Not guilty.
Captain Sisko?
Guilty.
Geordi?
Guilty.
Captain Picard?
Not guilty.
Chief?
Not guilty.
Quark?
Guilty.
Data?
Not guilty.
Deanna?
Not guilty.
Mr. Worf?
Guilty.
Doctor Pulaski?
Not guilty.
And doctor Crusher?
Beverly?
Guilty.
- The vote is now six to six. - Great, the show must go on.
Six to six. This is impossible.
Beware of what we're discussing here. This is the Borg threat.
Now we can strike a blow from which it will take them a long time to recover.
I'm surprised to hear that coming from you, Mr. Worf.
Remember when the Klingon Empire was in ruins after the Praxis explosion.
Many members of the Federation voted against helping your empire.
Where do you think Klingons would be now if we had decided to strike a blow back then?
How can you compare my people to the Borg?
I'm only pointing out how easy it is to be blind when dealing with your enemy.
Besides, the punishment was chosen by Starfleet Command.
It shouldn't be determinative.
The facts are supposed to determine whether Icheb is guilty.
- Facts can be twisted! - That's exactly the point Data has been making.
So, my friends, we'll have a short break again.
I sent a message to Odo and he agreed to seal a section of the corridor outside our room.
So if you want, you can take a walk and no one will influence you.
- How come you changed your vote? - I have reasonable doubt.
You haven't got a leg to stand on. You've been brainwashed by Starfleet.
That's not true. There were a lot of details that never came out.
- Quark, this is really too much. - Oh do pardon me dear lady.
- Well, how do you like it? Even Steven. - Yes.
Commander, I'd like to appologize for attacking your captain like that earlier.
But I'm glad you stick to your opinion...
and as for the Borg, it is clear they need to be exterminated.
And I don't like being called public avenger. They were just trying to bait me.
They did an excellent job.
- Ensign, a word. - Sir?
Do consider the interests of the Federation.
When I met you I didn't believe you'd take the service in Starfleet seriously.
But we fought side by side in the war against Dominion.
I know you have it in you. But the Borg are far worse.
So please, do remember what's at stake here.
Sir, rest assured that I do remember what is at stake here.
So, the break's over. What do we do next?
I have one suggestion too.
There's no point in arguing any more.
Let's walk into court right now and declare a hung jury.
Yeah. I go for that too.
We can finally put it behind us and I can get back to my bar.
I do not think the judge will accept it.
We have not been in here very long.
Well, let's find out, shall we?
I am not in favor of that.
'Cause he wouldn't stand a chance with another jury and you know it.
Nobody's gonna change their vote, so why do we have to get stuck here?
You still do not think there is room for reasonable doubt?
Never, Tin Man.
Maybe you don't fully understand the term "reasonable doubt", Quark.
Well, well, well, so now you're lecturing me, doctor?
Mrs. Studied always knows better than an ordinary businessman, right?
Let's stop the arguing for about two minutes.
Now, who's got something constructive to say?
I would like to go over something.
An important point for the prosecution was the fact...
that after Icheb claimed he'd been at the simulation, during the hours that the killing took place,
he could not remember the names of the programs or the characters who appeared in them.
Geordi, you mentioned it.
Correct, It was his only alibi.
But he himself couldn't back it up with any details at all.
Do you think you yourself could remember the details?
After an argument with a roommate who slapped you in the face?
If there were any special details to remember.
But Icheb couldn't remember any, because he wasn't on holodeck that night.
Wait a second, Geordi.
According to the security testimony in court Icheb was questioned in his own room.
The body was still lying on the floor.
Do you think you could remember details under those circumstances?
- Under great emotional stress? - I do.
If there was so much at stake.
He remembered them correctly in court, he named the programs and characters.
Yes. His lawyer took great pains to bring that out.
Between the night of the murder and the trial
he had enough time to memorize everything.
I'll take the testimony of the investigator
who interrogated him right after the murder.
Okay, Geordi.
I would like to ask you a question.
What were you doing last night?
I was here at the station,
we flew in with O'Brien because of the trial and he was showing me through engineering.
- And the day before yesterday? - Come on! What is this?
No, it's all right.
The day before yesterday I was on duty, I spent the evening in the engine room.
And the night before that?
Tuesday night? ...that was poker night.
We played poker at commander's quarters.
Monday night?
When you get down to last New Year's Eve, let me know, huh?
Monday night, huh...
I was off duty so I spent the evening on holodeck.
And what programs did you play?
Captain Picard recommended Dixon Hill to me,
I played The Parrot's Claw. A nice whodunit.
And after that?
After that... some Vulcan holonovel...
Gol Plateau Mystery?
I know that one, it's called The Mystery of Gol.
Yes, The Mystery of Gol, that's it.
What characters were there, Geordi?
Well, I played the part of some Vulcan rebel...
Sylok... or Sybok?
I think his name was Sybok.
What other characters were there?
I don't know any of the others, all Vulcan names sound the same to me.
And to be honest, it wasn't a well thought holonovel.
And you weren't under an emotional stress, Geordi, were you?
No, I wasn't.
Characters, holonovels, bullshit. The boy is guilty, why don't you see that?
Could I see the tubules for a second, please?
Well, we're still tied up six to six. Who's got a suggestion?
It's five after 6:00, how about a longer break to have dinner?
Let's wait till 7:00.
There's something I'd like to say. One thing's bothering me.
This whole business about the stab wound and how it was made.
The downward angle of it.
They've been over it a hundred times in court.
Don't tell me we're gonna start with that again.
Something just isn't right here. Icheb is 170 cm tall.
His roommate is bigger and taller, he is 189 cm tall.
I think it's impossible to stab down into the chest of someone who's taller than you.
Of course it IS possible. I'll show it to you, Nog.
Somebody get up.
Let's take you, Mr. Data.
I want you to watch this 'cause I don't want to have to do it again.
Now I'm gonna show you how I'd stab someone who's taller than me.
I'll make myself shorter.
- A little more. - Okay, a little more.
- No! - Watch out!
Nobody's hurt. Right?
Now, this is the way I'd stab a man, who was taller than I was.
Aren't I right? Isn't this the way it was done?
Let me.
I think this is possible.
Can you give me that? Man, I hate these things.
Does anyone know how exactly t he Borg use them?
I do.
As has already been said, I too was a Borg.
The assimilation tubules and the way to use them that's a completely natural thing
for anyone who's ever had that terrible experience of being part of the Collective.
I should have thought of it before, I guess you try to forget those things.
I understand, captain. How do the Borg use the tubules, then?
How? Never like this.
That would be a waste of time.
The tubules are implanted in the arm...
to effectively use their curve and slide out naturally with the hand moving from below.
Like this.
Anyone who's ever had the tubules implanted in their body wouldn't use them in any other way.
So could Icheb stab the boy from above?
With Borg instincts, never. You can trust me on this.
Were you there when the boy was killed?
No. Neither was anybody else.
So what are you giving us all this mumbo jumbo for? I don't believe it.
What do you think, doctor, is it evidence?
I don't know, Data.
How come you don't know? Such nonsense.
I don't know.
How about you, Quark?
My earlobes are getting a little tired of this yackety-yackin' back and forth.
Know what? I'm gonna break it up. I change my vote to not guilty.
- You what? - You heard me. I've had enough.
What kind of answer is this?
Captain, with all due respect, take care of yourself, huh?
This time he's right, Quark. That's not an answer.
I hear you've always been a crook, but what kind of a man are you?
You sit here and vote guilty with everyone else just because you need to get to some auction.
And now you've changed your vote because you're sick of all the talking here?
How can you play with a man's life like this? You have no right!
You can't talk like that to me, doctor! I'm now a formally appointed member of the jury.
Yes, I can talk like that to you.
If you want to vote not guilty then do it because you are convinced he is not guilty.
And if you think he is guilty, then vote that way.
Or don't you have the guts to do what you think is right?
- Now listen. - Guilty or not guilty?
- I told you, not guilty. - But why?
- Look, I don't have to... - You do have to! Say it! Why?
All right. I don't think he's guilty. Want some?
I want another vote.
Okay then. I guess the quickest way is a show of hands.
All those voting not guilty, raise your hands.
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven...
eight.
nine.
And who's voting guilty?
One, two, three.
Come on, wake up! You have to realize what we're talking about.
It's the Borg.
They are the greatest threat the Federation has ever encountered.
And now we can strike a blow from which they won't recover easily.
And the only thing we have to sacrifice is the life of one cadet...
who's the same killer as they are anyway.
The safety of all our worlds and planets is at stake.
They are mindless automatons!
I know that most of you are people and you have your compassion,
but human life means nothing to the Borg.
Now we can combine justice with vengeance!
I know it's not always the case and I would be the first to admit it.
Captain, we managed to save you from the Brog in time,
but we didn't save the others.
We have to stop them before they destroy us and kill us all like Icheb killed that cadet!
It's a danger, it's a threat! It's a...
Captain, there's a danger, listen to me.
I have, Worf.
Sit down and never ever talk like that again.
Captain, you know my only concern is Federation safety.
I know, but this wouldn't be honorable.
Let's forget it. Sit down.
Yes, sir.
It is difficult to keep personal prejudice out of a thing like this.
But if you do not keep it out, it will always cloud the truth.
I do not really know what the truth is.
I suppose nobody will ever really know.
But nine of us now seem to feel that the defendant is innocent.
We may be just gambling on probabilities.
And we may be trying to let a guilty man go free.
But we have a reasonable doubt and that is something very valuable in our system.
No jury can declare a man guilty, unless it is sure.
We nine are now asking how you three are still so sure?
- Maybe you can tell us, Geordi. - I'll try.
Your analysis was excellent, Data, as usual.
However, I still believe the boy is guilty of murder.
And I have two reasons.
One, the testimony of the cadet who swore that he saw the murder through the window.
Exactly.
As far as I'm concerned, that's the most important testimony.
And two, the fact that he described the murder by saying:
Icheb raised his arm over his head and stabbed down into the chest, like this.
Exactly as it happened.
The boy testified that he was having a good time in bed with his girlfriend...
and because the bed is near the window he can see directly into Icheb's room.
And while he was making love to her he saw the whole murder through the window.
He said the lights went out immediately after the killing,
nevertheless, he was able to identify Icheb.
As far as I can see it, this is unshakable testimony.
I think it's clear, isn't it?
What do you think, Data?
How about you, doctor?
I don't know.
There are inconsistencies, the case is so complex.
And you still vote not guilty?
It's not so easy to arrange all the evidence in order.
You can throw out all the other evidence!
The cadet saw him do it! What else do you want?
- Yeah, well, maybe... - Let's vote on it.
Anybody object?
All right. I'm changing my vote. He's guilty.
Perfect, the vote is eight to four. Anybody else?
Why is this such a personal triumph for you - this one vote?
Okay, I say we take it in to the judge and tell him we're a hung jury.
How about that, Data?
You, you're the leader of the cause. What about it?
Let us go over it again.
That's nonsense, the doctor here is bouncin' backwards and forwards like a tennis ball.
No point in getting nasty, captain.
Maybe we can talk about setting some kind of time limit.
It's a quarter past 6:00. Someone before mentioned finishing at 7:00.
Let's decide then whether we're a hung jury or not.
Don't you feel well, Geordi? I feel perfectly well, thank you.
I'm just asking because you were rubbing your eyes.
That gesture reminded me of something. I'm sorry for interrupting...
I'm trying to settle something here.
I'm sure you'll pardon me for this, it's important.
Why were you rubbing your eyes like that?
Well, if it's any of your business, I'm tired.
Is it because of your implants?
It is. They are less painful than the visor, but they're still unnatural to me.
After wearing them all day long my eyes and head hurt a lot and we've had quite a busy day.
Listen, will you come on already with the optometrist bit?
Just give me a minute and I'll explain.
You know, the cadet who saw the murder, he was rubbing his eyes just like this.
Is it possible that he too wears such implants?
Well, that can be easily verified.
Riker to Odo, please bring us medical record of witness number two.
Here you are, sir. - Thank you.
Oh yes, Deanna, you are right.
He's from Altair and his kind has very weak eyesight for our standards.
In order to meet the Starfleet requirements he has to wear lenses like Geordi.
However, they do not replace eyesight, but only significantly improve it.
He wears lenses, so what?
It only means his eyesight is better than ours!
Just a second, I have one more question. Sorry to bother you again, Geordi.
That's okay, doctor.
These implants worn by the cadet can be removed...
for example, when you want to sleep or just relax, right?
Yes, but in his case they're not exactly implants, but rather some kind of lenses.
But even my implants can be at least turned off.
And what if you were in bed with a girl?
Would you turn them off, even though you wouldn't see a thing, just to avoid the ever-present pain?
You are right.
When experiencing something intimate, I turn them off.
See, and this is the word of someone who's blind without them.
And what about the cadet who has at least some vision.
Don't you think he would remove them before making love?
Yes, that makes sense. And if he was not wearing them...
for such distance in the window he would see nothing but a blur.
Altairan vision is very limited in the dark.
You're just guessing again.
He's a security cadet and not just a regular one.
He testified in court that he saw it. Why would he lie?
You're turning the facts upside down again.
You are right. He is with special forces in the last phase of training.
And those, as far as I know, have to be alert at all times...
in case of alarm and evaluation.
So if he did put the lenses away, though only at night for his own comfort,
he would lower his combat readiness significantly.
And that is a very serious offense for an elite cadet.
So serious that an ambitious young man wouldn't admit it if he had committed it.
Instead, he said that he saw Icheb, even though he could only see a blur.
The case was so clear he certainly didn't expect anyone to check it or that it could change anything.
Another fairy tale! Prove it!
If he hadn't been wearing them, he definitely wouldn't have been able to identify anyone.
Please, calm down and sit down, we're not getting anywhere.
So what do you say to this new revelation?
You can't send someone off to die on evidence like that.
Oh, don't give me that.
You do not believe it is possible he did not have those lenses and could be wrong?
Why?
- Is it not possible? - No, it's not possible.
And you, doctor, is it possible?
Not guilty.
Mr. Worf, do you think he is guilty?
Not guilty.
But I think he is guilty. Do you?
No. Data, I'm convinced. Not guilty.
What's the matter with you?
I have a reasonable doubt now.
Eleven to one.
Well, what about all the other evidence?
Well, you said we could throw out all the other evidence.
Well, what do we do now?
You are alone, captain.
I don't care whether I'm alone or not! It's my right.
It is your right.
Well, what do you want?
We want to hear your arguments.
I gave you my arguments.
No you did not. Do tell us. It is not 7:00 yet.
Everything, every single thing was proven.
Assimilation tubules. The girl who sensed the murder.
I'm telling you, she ran out of her room and saw him flee.
Few seconds don't make any difference. You were counting very nicely, Mr. Data!
But what of it? You have to prove your speculations.
Or that fairy tale about the simulation. I'll bet I'd remember the programs I played.
Or that boy who saw the murder through the window. He testified under oath.
Every single fact has been twisted and turned by Mr. Data!
Why would he lie? I'm telling ya, I've got all the facts here.
I'm simply not that stupid and suggestible.
What about you? You lousy bunch of bleeding Starfleet hearts, You're not gonna intimidate me.
I'm entitled to my opinion. We have retreated one too many times.
At last we can perform justice on one of them.
Icheb will pay now! All Borg will pay now!
Jennifer... bastards....monsters... No, not...
...not guilty. Not guilty.
The meeting is over.
Let's go, captain.
- Data, wait. - Counselor?
I just wanted to tell you, well done.
You would make an excellent lawyer. I had no idea.
Thank you, counselor. But I would rather stay what I am.
I only wanted us to talk about the whole thing.
And you were right. There's one more thing I want to tell you.
Primarily I'm an expert on soul, character. It's my job.
And I can honestly tell you one thing.
Of all of us who were sitting here today, you have been the most humane being.
And you woke humanity in us too. Thank you.
As robotic characters in Asimov's novels used to say, one is glad to serve.
I hope that today I was able to serve justice.
I will see you on the ship, counselor. Good bye for now.
Bye, Data.
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Space: the final frontier. Home of thousands of species...
Cut! Captain Pargimeos, that’s too formal.
You're supposed to intrigue Federation citizens, not bore them to death.
But I am a diplomat, not a stupid sales guy.
The Federation demands it. Try to relax and be more... sexy.
- And what about me, Mr. Director? - You are sexy already.
Actually, try to unzip your tunic a little.
That’s it. Great. Now once more.
U.S.S. Masaryk Crew Promo for the second time. Action!
Space: the final frontier. Home of thousands of...
Cut! No, no, now you are overacting.
You are a captain, not a stripper. Find an optimal tone.
And you, lieutenant Mendon, wave the flag a little more.
And Mr. Director, do they really see me? Don’t worry, the holocamera takes you perfectly.
Hmm, Laverna, why don’t you unzip the tunic a little more?
Great, we have to sell it.
And why don't you blink like normal people?
Blink normally, or even better, do not blink at all.
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Space: the final frontier. Home of thousands of species, nations and groups.
And of thousands of conflicts.
To solve them, it is necessary to compromise.
That is why we are here. We solve problems of worlds.
And of individuals.
Are you a governor of a planet in a borderline sector?
Does a Klingon crew disturb your peace at night?
Are you planning the first contact?
Is your neighbour forcing you to join the Maquis?
Call U.S.S. Masaryk. Because you will settle it.