Captain's Log, Stardate 44012.3.
The Enterprise remains docked at McKinley Station
undergoing a major overhaul and refit
following the Borg incident.
I am confident that the ship and her crew
will soon be ready to return to service.
Thank you.
Please take that to Engineering.
Phaser upgrades are complete, Commander.
Already?
And we have begun power supply calibration.
Well, you're just too damned efficient, Lieutenant.
Thank you, sir.
Continue with the testing, Mr. Worf.
Here's the final schedule for the shore leave
and for the personnel transfers.
By the way, I'm looking forward to meeting your parents.
Sir?
They're on the visitors' list.
You didn't know?
No, sir.
It is inappropriate
for a Klingon to receive family while on duty.
As humans, my parents do not understand.
Well, I'm not sure that I would either, Worf
since this isn't a Klingon ship.
If you don't want to see your parents
that's your business
but we don't get back to Earth that often.
I'm sure we could arrange for you
to have more off-duty time while they're here.
No... sir.
That will not be necessary.
Dismissed.
Mr. Worf.
If you're worried that they might learn
about what happened on the Klingon planet...
Not at all.
I have already informed them by correspondence
of my discommendation.
I do not believe any human
can truly understand my dishonor.
So, where have you decided to go?
Hmm? What?
Oh... uh, France.
Labarre... my home village.
Really?
Yes.
It's the first time in almost 20 years.
Interesting.
Counselor...
I just find it interesting.
Captain Jean-Luc Picard
the man who couldn't be pried out of his seat
for a vacation for three years...
It's Earth. It's home.
Do I need another reason?
I don't know. What do you think?
Your help has been invaluable during my recovery
but, look... I'm, uh...
I'm better.
The injuries are healing.
Those you can see in the mirror.
The nightmares have ended.
All I need now is a little time to myself.
I agree.
In fact, I'm delighted you're going.
It's just that... the choice of where you're going
could stand some scrutiny.
If you wish to believe that my going home
is a direct result of being held captive by the Borg
be my guest.
Is that what you believe?
I hate it when you do that.
Captain, you do need time.
You cannot achieve complete recovery so quickly.
And it's perfectly normal, after what you've been through
to spend a great deal of time trying to find yourself again.
And what better place to find oneself
than on the streets of one's home village.
Interesting.
Have a good trip, Captain.
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the Starship Enterprise.
Its continuing mission...
to explore strange new worlds
to seek out new life and new civilizations
to boldly go where no one has gone before.
They still have not signaled?
No, sir.
My mother is never on time.
It is so... human of her.
Well, you know women.
I am not looking forward to this.
I wish they would come
so it would begin and end sooner.
I know what you mean, Lieutenant.
Unlikely.
Last time my old man was on board
I found him chasing Nurse Stanton
around a bio-bed in Sick Bay.
I'm not concerned about my father chasing nurses.
Ah, but it's always something with parents, isn't it?
Enterprise, this is Earth Station Bobruisk.
Two to transport aboard.
Energizing.
Mother, Father.
Worf.
You look good, son.
Put on a little weight, huh?
No.
Sure you have. Looks good on you.
Still working out
with those holodeck monsters, I bet.
Let me take you...
Ah, always good to meet another chief petty officer.
Sergey Rozhenko, formerly of the USS Intrepid.
Miles Edward O'Brien, sir.
Good to meet you.
Don't call me "sir."
I used to work for a living.
He's joking.
The proudest moment of his life
was when Worf earned his commission.
Can you imagine an old enlisted man like me
raising a boy to be an officer?
Come along, Sergey.
There's plenty of time to chat with the boys.
Your father has been so looking forward to this.
Yes, I want
to see everything... the whole ship.
At home, I have all the specs and diagrams
of the Galaxy-class starships.
We are in the midst of a repair.
I cannot give you a complete tour.
Oh, I'm sure if you asked the Captain...
You agreed not to embarrass him.
Besides, we have come to see Worf, not the ship.
Fine. Fine. Okay.
Your hair is a little longer, isn't it, Worf?
All right, whoever you are, I can hear you.
Oh, good lord, a highwayman.
A what?
A highwayman.
It's a robber who attacks travelers
but none have been reported in this vicinity for centuries.
But I'm not a robber.
Oh. I'm much relieved, sir.
I know who you are.
Then you have the advantage.
You're my nephew, Jean-Luc.
From the Starship Enterprise.
Then you must be my Uncle Rene.
I'm not your uncle.
It's the other way around.
Too bad, I rather enjoyed the idea.
Why have you been away so long?
Well, Starfleet keeps me very busy.
Father says you don't like it here.
I'm sure you misunderstood.
No, I didn't.
He said so.
Well, Robert and l, we...
Perhaps it's time to change all that.
You know, you don't seem so arro...
arro... you know.
Arrogant?
Yes, arrogant.
You don't seem that way to me.
What does it mean, anyway?
Arrogant son-of-a...
Let's talk about that later, shall we?
Mommy, he's here!
Mommy!
He's here!
Jean-Luc.
Marie.
It is so good to finally meet you.
For me, too.
How are you feeling?
Oh, I'm fine.
Well, Robert and I are delighted
that you've come to stay with us.
I was...
I was thinking, l-I... I might be imposing.
I could very easily stay in the village.
Oh, I wouldn't hear of it.
It's your home and it will always be your home.
Do things look that different?
Oh, no.
In fact, it's amazing how little it has changed.
Everything is exactly as I remember it.
The house, hills.
Every tree, every bush
seems untouched by the passage of time.
Robert has worked hard to keep it that way.
It's... it's very important to him.
As it was to our father.
Someday I'm going to be a Starship Captain.
You look exactly like Robert when he was your age.
I half expect to see myself
as a boy, come running out of that door to play.
Robert can't wait to see you.
Rene has already told me.
Where is he?
As usual, with his vines.
So, you arrived at last.
Welcome home, Captain.
Hello, Robert.
You, uh... shuttled in from the village?
No, I...
I decided to walk.
I met Marie and Rene.
Good... good.
It's, um...
good to see you.
Are you tired?
No.
Well, make yourself at home.
You know where everything is.
We generally eat about 8:00.
I must try and cure this poor, sick vine.
I'll see you shortly.
So, you'll have a chance to visit the surface?
Maybe.
Will and I have been talking about going back to Angel Falls.
Oh, Venezuela's beautiful.
Come in.
Great.
Thank you.
Something from home?
I left it here in storage a long time ago
after Jack died.
Odds and ends, mostly.
How to Advance Your Career Through Marriage?
It was a joke.
Jack sent it to me
when I was still in medical school.
It was his way of proposing to me.
What's that?
It's for Wesley, from Jack.
I'd forgotten it.
Maybe I was just trying to forget it.
Why?
Jack recorded a holographic message for Wesley
just after he was born.
It was a gift for him when he grew up.
Jack was going to make many more of them.
He never had the chance.
Are you afraid of what it might say?
No. I just don't know if it'll do more harm than good.
Wesley's finally come to terms with his father's death.
Wesley has a lot of questions about his father.
Things that you can't answer for him.
Perhaps seeing this will help him understand.
Check completed, sir.
I have an intermittent failure
in response to the azimuth step command.
We're checking.
Uh-huh.
So we walk into the school
and we didn't know what to expect.
Is Worf hurt?
Is he in some kind of trouble?
The door opens
and there is our little seven- year-old sitting on a chair
and glaring across the room at five teenage boys
all of them with bloody noses.
And then the principal looked up and said
"Please, tell me he's an only child."
We have taken enough
of the Commander's time.
No, no, no, we're way ahead of schedule here.
I just wanted to tell him the story about...
Enough stories, Sergey.
Okay, okay.
Enough stories.
Well, now, how about giving us a look
at the new engine core?
I used to be a warp field specialist
on the old Excelsior-class.
I'd be delighted.
Mrs. Rozhenko?
Oh, no, no, no, you two go ahead.
Your father will be hours.
Worf, why don't you show me the arboretum?
Commander La Forge, call me when you...
When my father wishes to leave.
I can find my own way.
Turbolift four is, uh... just over there, right?
I have all the specs and diagrams at home.
The theta-matrix compositor makes
the recrystallization process ten times more efficient
than the old Excelsior-class ships.
Amazing.
Commander, if you have a couple of minutes
there is something else I want to ask you.
Sure, Chief.
It's about my son.
...and your friend Louis
wants you to contact him as soon as you're settled.
Is he still
trying to raise the ocean floor?
Oh, yes, he's very excited about it.
He's been made a supervisor now
as his wife is constantly reminding
anyone who'll listen.
And I see no good reason
why the Earth should have another subcontinent.
It's really quite exciting actually
if you understand the potential
of exploring a new world on our own planet.
Well, I'm afraid
that I do not understand this potential.
The mayor wants to give you a parade.
Thank you.
A parade?
Give you the keys to the city.
Oh, no.
No, no, no, no.
He just needs a little arm-twisting, dear.
A little coaxing.
No, he does not.
I'm here to rest
and spend some time with my family.
Well, I've already warned the mayor
not to make any plans without talking to us.
Thank you.
So...
Salut.
This the '46?
Forty-seven.
You've been drinking too much of that artificial stuff.
What do you call it?
Synthehol?
It's spoiled you.
Ruined your palate.
On the contrary.
I think that synthehol heightens
one's appreciation for the genuine article.
Mmm.
Delicious, Marie.
Thank you.
Leave it to Robert
to find the best cook in France...
then marry her.
Yes. Sadly, cooking is becoming a lost art.
That's your wretched technology again.
Robert and I have had more than a few
discussions about getting a replicator in the house.
I remember the same "discussions"
between Mother and Father.
Father understood better than anybody else
the danger of losing those values
which we hold most precious.
I don't see that you have to lose anything
just by adding a convenience.
Well, you wouldn't.
But in my view
life is already too convenient.
This is a very old argument.
Hmm.
It is.
I wrote a report on starships.
For school.
And he won a ribbon for it.
The teacher even said
it was one of the best he'd ever heard.
Good for you, uncle.
You know what?
I once wrote a report on starships
when I was about your age.
Did you win a ribbon, too?
I don't recall.
And I don't find your modesty very convincing, brother.
Of course you won the ribbon.
You always did.
Well, do you still have it?
Hmm?
Your report.
No, I don't think so.
Well, I still have mine.
Why don't you go and get it
and then you can read it to your uncle.
It's hard enough to protect him...
To protect him from all that's out there
without you encouraging him.
I'm not encouraging him.
But if you weren't so narrow-minded
if you allowed him to see the world as it really is...
Well, you raise your own sons as you would wish
and allow me to do the same with mine.
Ah, one man's idea of paradise.
No, my dear Louis, two men...
Robert's and my father's.
Never did I know anyone
less interested in grapes than you, Jean-Luc.
Oh, no, not true.
I was interested.
And I was proud
that my family were helping to preserve the traditions.
I just didn't feel bound by those traditions.
You always reach for the future
and your brother for the past.
There should be room for both in this life.
And what about you, you old rascal?
You've taken quite a shift into the future yourself.
Well, hydroponics turned out to be so dull.
Well, you should have listened to me at the beginning.
If I had listened to you, I never would have
taken that cycling trip with the Bloom sisters.
And broken your leg?
And got married... twice.
I hear you've been promoted
to supervisor of the Atlantis Project.
I am one of 200 supervisors
although my wife would have you believe
I run the entire project.
Well, it's certainly very exciting work.
I've kept up on it in the journals.
Really?
Mm-hmm.
It's only...
There's just one thing I don't understand.
You were such a rotten swimmer, Louis.
Thinking of you working on the ocean floor...
I suppose we all find ways to confront our greatest fears.
Seriously, how do you plan to accelerate the buildup
on the underside of the mantle without increasing the stress
on the tectonic plates?
Oh, you really have kept up, haven't you?
Well, the truth is, we don't know... yet.
On the Enterprise, we used harmonic resonators
to relieve the tectonic pressures on Drema IV.
Obviously, it's not the same problem...
You know, it's such a shame.
The government is looking
for someone to take over the project.
A real leader who'll go in there and get things moving
and they are looking for you, Jean-Luc.
But I know, I know, you'd never leave Starfleet.
No, I'd never leave Starfleet.
That's what I thought.
But, if nothing else
why don't I send over
some of the internal studies on the tectonic problem
since you're interested.
We could use any thoughts you might have.
All right.
It's a great crew, son, and they think the world of you.
They really do.
Mother, Father, I...
I wish you would be a little more... reserved
while you are on board.
I know.
We go too far sometimes.
We're just excited to be here.
Riker to Lieutenant Worf.
Worf here.
I need to talk to you about the phaser test results.
On my way, Commander.
Have Guinan call me if you need anything.
Maybe we should just leave it alone.
I can't just leave it alone.
I'm his mother.
You know, sooner or later, everyone comes in here.
They stand by those windows
and they look out and they stare.
And they're looking
for that little star they call home.
It doesn't matter how far away it is.
Everybody looks anyway.
I'm Guinan.
How do you do?
Pleased to meet you.
You're Worf's parents.
Sergey and Helena Rozhenko.
Welcome.
Sit, please.
Thank you.
There's something I would like to ask you.
Please.
How come you never gave him prune juice?
I beg your pardon?
Well, he said he'd never had it till he came here.
Now he can't get enough of it.
Worf?
He never wanted any human food while he was growing up.
Everything had to be Klingon.
I learned to cook rokeg blood pie.
However
we never quite learned how to eat it.
It was a difficult adolescence.
But you got through it.
We didn't do anything special.
Didn't you?
Just look at him.
I think he's pretty special.
We knew it wouldn't be easy for him
growing up without other Klingons
to turn to for guidance.
We had to let him discover and explore his heritage
by himself.
Let him find his own path.
So many parents could learn so much
from the two of you.
Well...
I'm afraid that Worf feels that we do not understand him.
Well, part of him may feel that way.
But there's another part that I've seen.
The part that comes in and drinks prune juice.
The part that looks out the window towards home.
But he's not looking towards the Klingon Empire.
He's looking towards you.
Jean-Luc?
Are you all right?
I seem to have made a rather disturbing discovery.
Louis mentioned that the Atlantis Project
needed a director...
and I found myself actually thinking about it.
Why shouldn't you?
Oh...
Leaving my career, the Enterprise...
Considering what you've just been through...
No, no, no, it's not that.
Or is it?
Besides, it would be wonderful to have you back home.
Given a little time, maybe you and your brother
might even get to like one another.
Well, I already like his choice in wives.
I never thanked you for your correspondence.
It made me feel like part of the family.
You're not like part of the family.
You are part of the family, Jean-Luc Picard.
Don't worry, dear. I've got it.
Robert.
Louis, come in.
Let me get you some wine.
You can talk business.
Business?
Well, there's nothing much to talk about.
I'm interested to know what you thought
of our plans.
Well, I've only had a chance to glance at them.
Uh, I've had a few ideas...
Wonderful.
We should discuss them with the board of governors.
I've set up a meeting.
A meeting?
Just a preliminary conversation.
Tomorrow morning?
Preliminary to what?
They want you.
I mentioned your interest in the project, that's all.
That's all I had to say.
They jumped at the prospect.
I never said there was a prospect.
At least listen to them, Jean-Luc.
All right, good.
Very good. Fine.
I'll listen to them.
You won't regret it, Jean-Luc.
I promise you.
I'll see you in the morning.
I don't understand, Mom.
What kind of message?
I don't know exactly.
Your father made it a few weeks after you were born.
Why?
He felt it was important to say certain things.
And to make sure that he didn't forget to tell you them later.
Do you know what it says?
No.
But he wanted you to have this when you turned 18.
And I want you to have it, too.
Enter.
Are we disturbing you?
No, no.
I thought you were going to your quarters to sleep.
We just came by to tuck you in.
Please.
When I heard you were on the visitors' list
I was not sure I wanted you to come.
I am glad you are here.
We had to come.
Our boy was in trouble.
After we read your letter about the discommendation
from the Klingons...
We didn't exactly understand it all.
We didn't have to.
We know what kind of man you are.
Whatever you did
we know it was for a good reason.
I must bear my dishonor alone.
That is not true.
I'm sorry if this is too human of us
but whatever you are suffering
you must remember we are with you.
And that we're proud of you.
And that we love you.
You are our son.
Careful.
You're not used to drinking the real thing.
This, uh, synthehol never leaves you out of control.
Is that so?
That's so.
Well, this will.
Now, there is something I'd like to see.
What's that?
The gallant captain out of control.
Mind if I ask you a question?
What the devil happened to you up there?
Is this brotherly concern?
No.
Curiosity.
What did they do to you?
You know what happened.
Not precisely.
I gather you were hurt, humiliated.
I've always thought you needed a little humiliation.
Or was it humility?
Either would do.
Why do you walk away?
That isn't your style.
I'm tired of fighting with you, Robert.
Tired?
That's right!
Yes, tired of the Enterprise, too?
The great Captain Picard of Starfleet falls to Earth
ready to... plunge into the water with Louis.
That isn't the brother that I remember.
Still, I suppose it must have seemed
like an ideal situation, hmm?
Local boy makes good
returns home after 20 years to a hero's welcome.
I'm not a hero.
Of course you are.
Admit it.
You've never settled for less than that
and you never will.
That's not true.
Cancel the parade?
In your favor?
No!
I never... I never sought that rubbish.
Never sought?
Never sought president of the school, valedictorian
athletic hero with your arms raised in victory?
Valedictorian.
Arms raised in victory...
Were you so jealous?
Yes, damn it!
I was always so jealous, and I had a right to be!
A right?
I was always your brother.
Watching you receive the cheers.
Watching you break every rule our father made
and get away with it.
Why didn't you break a few rules?
Because I was the elder brother, the responsible one.
It was my job to look after you.
Look after me?
You? You were a bully!
Sometimes... maybe.
Sometimes I even enjoyed bullying you.
All right, try it now.
Why did you come back, Jean-Luc?
Did you come back
because you wanted me to look after you again?
Damn you!
Oh.
You were asking for it, you know.
Yes, but you needed it.
You have been terribly hard on yourself.
You don't know, Robert.
You don't know.
They took everything I was.
They used me to kill and to destroy
and I couldn't stop them.
I should have been able to stop them.
I tried.
I tried so hard.
But I wasn't strong enough.
I wasn't good enough!
I should have been able to stop them.
I should... I should...
So...
my brother is a human being after all.
This is going to be with you a long time, Jean-Luc.
A long time.
You have to learn to live with it.
You have a simple choice now... live with it
below the sea with Louis
or above the clouds with the Enterprise.
You know, I think you were right after all.
I think I did come back so that you could help me.
Do you know what?
I still don't like you, Jean-Luc.
What in the world...?
What happened here?
- Uh... - Uh...
- Well, it's... - It's, uh...
it's entirely my fault, Marie.
Yes, uh, I fell down, and then he fell down...
And then we both fell down together.
We both... we both... We both fell down
to-to-together.
Have you two been fighting?
Fighting?
- No. No. - No. Certainly not.
Shame on you both.
What would your father say if he saw you like this?
He'd probably send us both to bed without any supper.
Well, perhaps it's just as well you got it out of your systems.
Perhaps it was, Marie.
Perhaps it was.
I'll contact Louis and cancel the meeting
with the board of governors.
It's time that I was going.
Already, Jean-Luc?
Uh-huh.
The ship will be ready to leave orbit soon
and I belong aboard.
If I should ever doubt that again
I know where to come.
Computer. Load program, Crusher one.
Program complete. Enter when ready.
Run program.
Hello, Wesley.
As I make this recording you are about ten weeks old.
I wanted you to know who I am today.
You see, this Jack Crusher won't exist
by the time you're all grown up.
I'll be older, more experienced
and hopefully a little wiser.
But this person will be gone.
And I want you to know who your father was
when you came into the world.
When I see you lying there in your crib
I realize I don't know the first thing
about being a father.
So let me just apologize for all the mistakes
I'm about to make as you grow up.
I hope you don't grow up resenting the fact
that I was gone so much.
That comes with this uniform.
I don't know if I can explain
why Starfleet means so much to me.
Maybe you'll understand when you get this recording.
Maybe you'll even want to try one of these on.
But you'll probably be a doctor like your mother.
You're only a baby, but it's remarkable.
I can see in your face
all the people I've loved in my lifetime...
your mother
my father and mother... our family.
I can see me in you, too.
And I can feel that you're my son.
I don't know how to describe it
but there's this...
connection.
This bond.
I'll always be a part of you, Wesley.
Well, I hope this makes some sense to you.
I'm not sure that it does to me.
But maybe I'll do better next time.
I love you, Wesley.
Good-bye, Dad.
Come back and see us again.
Good-bye, Jean-Luc.
And be careful.
Take care... Uncle.
You, too.
Someday, I'll be leaving for my starship, too.
Well, there's plenty of time for that.
You may decide to do something else
as you get older.
Jean-Luc, here is a little of the '47.
Do not drink it all at once.
And if possible
try not to drink it alone.
Is there anything you want us to send you from home?
No.
Perhaps some of your rokeg blood pie.
Mmm, it's been a while
but I think I still remember how.
Oh.
Ah, Captain.
Welcome back.
Thank you, Lieutenant.
These are my parents, Helena and Sergey Rozhenko.
Delighted.
Sir.
Quite a ship you have here, Captain.
You had the full tour, I trust.
Well, actually, there are still a few areas
because of the repairs...
Sergey, it's time to go.
Yes, yes.
Yes, okay.
I have all the specs and diagrams at home.
He's still out there.
Mm-hmm.
Dreaming about starships
and adventures.
It's getting late.
Yes.
But let him dream, hmm?