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From: ohh@netcom.com (O. Sharp)
Subject: Episode #108, Act Four (proposed)
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Date: Tue, 1 Nov 1994 20:57:45 GMT
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To Wesley Crusher fans, if there truly are such things, I
apologize in advance. To the rest of you: if this has
nothing else going for it, at least it has the virtue of being short.
-O.-
INT. OBSERVATION LOUNGE
PICARD and RIKER are seated as WESLEY ENTERS. Picard doesn't offer
him a seat.
PICARD
Mister Crusher.
WESLEY
Sir?
PICARD
Mister Crusher, I understand the warp-core
accident we had today was caused by you.
WESLEY
(tired and insignificant)
Yes, sir.
PICARD
The warp-core accident which killed three
hundred people.
WESLEY
Yes, sir.
PICARD
It also left us without a starboard nacelle.
The ship can only use warp speed now when we
go to the left. Mr. Data is still trying to
figure out how to plot a course back to the
nearest Starbase which only utilizes a long
series of really tight circles. Geordi would
probably be very helpful right now, but
unfortunately NOW he is not only blind, but
he cannot HEAR anything EITHER.
(pause)
What do you have to say for yourself?
A pause. Wesley straightens. We see him building up a good
whine.
WESLEY
Captain, I feel my experiment was valid.
Starfleet sent us out here to explore the un-
known. I was trying to push forward the bounds of
human knowledge, sir. I think that's worth a few
risks.
PICARD
"Human knowledge"!
(anger building)
Geordi's last report says you were trying to
get the Enterprise to appear in two places at
once. He also reports that your primary moti-
vation for this was to have a three-way with
two Ensign Lefflers.
WESLEY
Well, that's pushing the boundaries of human
knowledge, isn't it-
PICARD
(suddenly rising)
Mister Crusher, you've ruined my ship, killed a
quarter of my crew and left us here to drift.
What the HELL do you have to say for yourself?
WESLEY
(throwing the dreaded
Weasel-Tantrum)
I did what I thought was right! I'M not wrong!
YOU are! ALL of you! YOU'RE the ones all bent
out of shape because I hurt your starship a
little! But I'M A GENIUS! I'M A BOY PRODIGY!
I don't have to obey your snivelling little rules
because I'M THE MOZART OF WARP-SPEED!!! And GENE
LIKES ME, DAMMIT, SO I DON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO YOU!
I'll get my OWN show! Yeah! THAT'S it! "STAR TREK:
THE WEASEL HOUR!" And I'll be on posters and T-shirts
and everything! And I'll have NEAT guest-stars, too!
Flip Wilson! Paul Lynde! Carol Burnett! That guy who
spins plates in the air on top of sticks! Oh, I'LL
pull in the ratings, and I'LL still be on the air
long after your residuals from syndication run out-
Riker punches Wesley in the jaw as hard as he can, slowing
his diatribe to a quiet whimpering snivel.
PICARD
Thank you, Number One.
(to Wesley)
Mister Crusher, do you know what I'm going to do
with you?
Long pause. Picard stands, walks to the windows and looks
out thoughtfully.
PICARD
We're having a hard time scraping up enough raw
material to patch the Engineering hull. But by
feeding you into the molecular reprocessors,
perhaps you can be of some help.
(smiles)
You know what, Mister Crusher? I think you'll make
a splendid bulkhead. And it'll be a good career
move for you, too - in your own way, you'll be on
the Enterprise forever.
(nods to Riker)
Proceed, Number One.
RIKER
With pleasure, Captain.
Riker seizes Wesley by the throat and carries him out.
WESLEY
Ukh... waiitk, ukh, hey, uhhkk...
Picard turns to the window, smiles.
PICARD
I haven't felt this good in years.
INT. SICKBAY
DR. CRUSHER is attaching big silver hearing implants to
GEORDI'S ears.
CRUSHER
There. Now how's that feel?
GEORDI
WHAT?
CRUSHER
I SAID, HOW'S THAT FEEL!
GEORDI
WHAT???
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