Star Trek: Picard

Previously on Star Trek: Picard...

And how is Seven these days?

You know Seven.

There's always folks out there in trouble.

What kind of asshole needs to be more important than that?

Show me your ugly Borg face.

The medical supplies you were attempting to steal

are the property of the Fenris Rangers.

But you would like to be.

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

After all this time, I've come to wonder,

have you been seeking or running?

Laris... last night...

-I was-- -You.

Nothing has to change.

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

What's the big hurry, Captain?

And what about you and, you know.

I have to confess, the whole "we can totally still work together" thing

made a lot more sense back on Earth.

-So good to see you. -You too.

Welcome to the Stargazer.

Some kind of subspace anomaly Starfleet's ordered us to investigate.

-This is Admiral Jean-Luc-- - Picard.

Borg vessel, cease transport attempt or you will be fired upon.

The Queen is actually coming.

And she's assimilating the ship.

Not just to our ship, the entire fleet. She's using us as a hub.

We're out of options!

Computer, activate auto-destruct sequence.

Picard. Look up.

What is happening here?

An excellent question, Jean-Luc.

Q.

Welcome to the very end

of the road not taken.

- -

What is this?

This? This is home.

And where are the crew of the Stargazer?

How quaint. How provincial.

How yesterday's Enterprise of you.

There is no Stargazer.

What do you mean? What have you done?

Show them a world of their own making and they ask you what you've done.

So human of you.

Q, have you had enough of playing games with other people's lives?

I am no longer your pawn.

You undersell yourself, Jean-Luc. You are more than just a piece.

Why, you're the very board upon which this game is played.

And I am too old for your bullshit.

Old, yes!

How unfair time is.

So many wrinkles.

So many disappointments.

What do you want, Q? Will you come to the point?

-You want me to cut to the chase? -Yes!

Well, the chase is cut, Picard.

The chase is bleeding.

The chase is dying in your arms and I am but a suture in the wound.

Are you...

Q, you are not well.

Harvest was this morning.

But--

Same day, same time.

Different harvest.

Q, I ask you once more, and for the last time...

Where is the Stargazer and her crew?

I intervened.

You see, I thought to myself. I thought, "I really must see Jean-Luc."

So I simply sought out the nearest explosion.

-What do you want, Q? -Oh, I could tell you.

But you're far too clever to listen.

- -That said,

we're never too old to be students of our own behaviors, Jean-Luc.

I have had enough of your stupid patronizing--

And I've had enough of your obstinance, your stubbornness,

your insistence on changing in all ways but the one that matters.

This is not a lesson.

It's a penance.

Do you like the skies here?

In your history, humanity discovered a way to spare

the planet they were in the process of murdering.

Here, they just keep the corpse on life support.

In heaven's name...

Well, paradise has to have staff, come on.

Who's gonna mow the grass, fertilize the apple tree?

And why pay for help when you can have alien slaves?

-I would never, ever-- - "I would never."

Such moral convictions are the luxury of the victors.

- -Come.

Through a mirror, darkly.

And, here, the man who holds the glass is darker still.

Let me show you.

Gul Dukat.

Executed in the Ithian Forests, just outside the capital city.

Put up a hell of a fight.

In this reality,

he's the reason you have that nifty synthetic body.

General Martok.

Defeated in armed combat after a bioengineered virus,

by all accounts, a nasty little creation, decimated his Klingon homeworld.

And Sarek.

Director Sarek.

Decapitated on the steps of the Vulcan Science Academy

in front of a crowd that included his wife and son.

Nice touch.

And all carried out by the same withering hand.

- -Who?

Why, the greatest general the mighty Confederation of Earth has ever seen.

The most bloodthirsty, merciless,

ruthless human to ever set out to conquer the galaxy.

You, of course.

What is this hellhole, Q?

This is the only life you understand.

Shall we see what else has been lost in the wake of your fear?

Now, you're welcome to remain here in the body of a madman,

in the world of a madman,

and to attempt, like Macbeth, to wash the blood from your hands,

but I assure you, Jean-Luc, it's unwashable.

Or...

Or?

Atonement.

Maybe even... forgiveness.

Forgiveness for what?

I think you know.

But don't worry.

I won't let you do this alone.

Whatever...

it is, I won't do it anyway.

Q, I refuse.

I'm sorry.

Do you wish me to respond to the designation "Q," sir?

Forgive me, I can't remember your name.

Harvey, sir, your valet.

Yeah.

Harvey,

I suppose you didn't see the individual I was talking to just now?

No, sir.

My sensors confirm no one has been here all morning.

May I ask if you're all right, sir?

No.

I don't know who I am.

But...

I'm not myself.

- -

In the name of the Confederation, I fought for a pure universe.

One by one,

with the aid of the brave crew of the CSS World Razer,

we conquered the stars.

We sought out and subjugated savage civilizations,

boldly conquered warlike alien worlds,

increased the wealth and resources for future generations of humanity.

And you could be Earth's next great hero

because a safe galaxy is a human galaxy.

Sir.

Apologies for the interruption, General.

Your morning usual.

Thank you, Harvey.

What the hell is this?

Colombian roast. Black.

This really is the circle that Dante overlooks.

If I may be so bold, sir, you appear disoriented.

Harvey, I would like to locate someone who might have worked here.

She may still be here now. Her name is Laris.

Yes, you mentioned her before.

Searching...

My records indicate that we have never had a Laris here.

I see.

Thank you, Harvey.

There was a Laris you encountered during the Romulan uprisings.

She and her husband, Zhaban, were leaders of the Free Romulan movement.

My records show both were killed at the gates of Romulus.

There may be tribute photos of their bodies on file at the Museum of Conquest.

Would you like me to inquire?

-I know how you enjoy such-- -That will not be necessary.

Well, you should be getting ready.

Your shuttle will be landing on the south lawn in two hours

to escort you to the President's Palace.

For what exactly

is the great General Jean-Luc Picard being summoned to the palace?

Why, sir, it's Eradication Day.

Have a glorious Eradication Day.

Mankind moves ever closer to securing the galaxy.

Good morning, Annika.

This can't be real.

Psychological assessment. Cognition.

Check.

Sensory parameters.

Check.

Pain receptors. Check.

You can't smell in a dream.

Oh, this is real.

How? How is this possible?

We were in the Stargazer with the--

The Borg.

-Raffi? -

Happy Eradication Day, dear.

Coffee is coming, I assure you.

335, some light.