Star Trek: Picard

Intruder alert. Intruder alert.

Life support failure on deck five.

Move it! Move it! Move it!

Power grid failure on deck five.

All security teams report to the bridge immediately.

Let's move, cadets!

Alpha team to the bridge.

Beta team, secure the warp core.

Inertial dampeners off-line.

Malfunction in... integrator.

- Come on, we gotta go. - Hurry up, come on!

Warp field collapse imminent.

- - Bridge.

Ship systems rebooting.

- -

- System... System online. -

- - Status.

Stop firing!

Picard!

- - Bridge control transfer 40%.

- What's happening? - All systems are redirected.

She's gaining complete access. Weapons, navigation, everything.

Computer, activate auto-destruct sequence!

Auto-destruct activated.

- Nine, eight, seven, six... - Picard.

- Five, four, three, two, one. -

- L'chaim. - Sláinte.

- Na zdorov'ye. - Santé.

Cheers, Big Ears.

Mm-hmm.

Mmm.

You know, as days on Earth go...

this is reliably one of my favorites.

Oh, and why's that?

Celebration of the end of the season.

A confirmation of hard work well done.

That's certainly one way of looking at it, I suppose.

And what would be your way?

- - I don't know, um...

"Seize today, for we know nothing of tomorrow."

- Yes! -

Today is glorious, and none of our tomorrows are guaranteed.

- To Zhaban. - To Zhaban.

You must miss him.

I do.

Even now, after a year and a half.

Did you know that we were promised to each other at birth?

I had no idea.

Well, as is our custom.

But we did learn to love each other.

Truly.

But remember that Romulans don't suffer loss as humans do.

We love deeply, and then we honor that love by loving again...

even more deeply still.

When I first came to work here, I saw you as a man who chose the stars.

And after all this time, I've come to wonder,

have you been seeking or running?

Am I being too personal?

No!

Please, go on.

Why have you chosen to be alone?

I'm hardly alone.

You know what I mean.

As you say, I've spent my life in the stars.

And is that what you really want?

All you really want?

The part of me that really wants...

is the part that has to wait in line.

Behind what?

Duty, I suppose.

The need to keep on moving.

And where is the heart after all this constant motion?

What might you find if you were to just... stop.

Here...

now.

Yeah, it's very late, and you've got that speech tomorrow.

Jean-Luc!

Why have you chosen to be alone?

Jean-Luc.

My little Magellan.

Slipping away like that.

I might as well have sailed straight off the edge of the world.

Aren't we dramatic?

Paris is just a transport away.

And you've never seen skies like this at night, I promise you.

- - There's magic here.

Your father can root around out there in the dirt,

while your brother toils away at school.

This can be our place, yours and mine.

We'll clear out the vines, we can even paint on these windows.

Our own world.

What do you think?

Will you fight less here?

- - Maman!

Yvette!

Come find me.

- -

Of course we will.

But if we should shout at each other now and then,

I want you to look up, and imagine how tiny our voices are out there.

So tiny you can't even hear them.

Look up at the stars, Jean-Luc.

Look up.

Starfleet Command, this is USS Avalon.

We've detected a spatial anomaly. Please advise.

There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you.

With a cup of what is now, definitely... Earl Grey, cold.

I'm sorry. Yes, thank you.

I've been, uh...

Yes?

Uh, a book. I've been trying to find it.

Um, it's a first edition.

Green cover and, uh, gold lettering.

It's gotta be somewhere in these shelves.

Oh.

Thank you.

Laris...

Last night...

- I was... - You.

You were you.

Yeah.

Nothing has to change.

It's too late for that, Jean-Luc.

That's been clear to both of us for some time now, I imagine.

Going forward, it would all be too... awkward.

And I'm too old for awkward.

Now, have you any idea how hard it is to be late in the age of transporters?

And yet, somehow... ...you manage.

We often refer to space as the final frontier.

But, the older I get, the more I come to believe...

that the true final frontier is time.

In Command, as in life...

what we do in crisis often weighs upon us less heavily

than what we wish we had done.

What could have been.

Time offers many opportunities,

but it rarely offers second chances.

And as steps forward go...

I would like to acknowledge your classmate.

The first fully Romulan cadet at Starfleet Academy.

Elnor.

May you all go boldly into a future

free from the shackles of the past.

I stand before you...

the last Picard.

My ancestor captained the second ship

behind Jacques Cartier.

A great-great cousin, Renée Picard,

was instrumental in early exploration of this solar system.

Yet, I choose to leave you...

with the words of my mother...

who was no explorer at all.

When I was a boy...

she would point to the night sky and say,