TNG2406:パリのカフェ

パリのカフェ

Je: Ah. I knew you wouldn't come to me.

P: No. Not under these circumstances.

Je: We have unfinished business.

P: Yes, we do.

Je: Why didn't you come to meet me that last day in Paris?

P: I was afraid.

Je: Oh. I didn't want this.

P: What?

Je: The truth.

P: Oh, you want me to lie.

Je: Of course. Nice, soft painless lie.

P: Oh, I got days confused. I thought it was Thursday, when it was Wednesday. I went to the Cafe Furan in stead of Cafe de Active.

Je: Oh, that's better. It was raining and you couldn't find a cab.

P: Uh-huh.

Je: I waited all day. And it was raining, rained the rest of the week. I went to the Starfleet headquarters, looking for you. But you've already shipped out. So, come on, Jean-Luc. Let's hear the truth.

P: It was fear. Fear of seeing you losing my resolve. Fear of staying. Losing myself. Feeling that neither these choices was right in(?) that. And that either would have...

Je: For a long time, not a day went by I didn't look up into the sky and wonder.

P: Each time I returned to Earth, my thoughts were filled with you.

Je: I've thought a lot about this over the years. And perhaps you were leaving out. You're greatest here(dear?). The real reason you've left...

P: Which was...

Je: That lie with me. What else somehow made you ordinary?

P: Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. You're wonderful. And am I that transparent?

Je: Only to me.

Cr:	How should I talk to you, Professor Manheim? I beg you are really something. Deanna.
To:	I wanted to see how he was doing.
Cr:	The same. Nothing I do seems to make any difference. That's not why you are here.
To:	I thought I was the empath. Are you all right?
Cr:	Why wouldn't that be? The guy one of the medical wonders in the galaxy dying in my sickbay.
To:	That's not what I meant.
Cr:	I don't think I want to talk about what I think you mean.
To:	Captain Picard...
Cr:	I can't compete with the ghost in his past. No one could.
To:	She's not a ghost. She's here right now.
Cr:	She may be in here and now, but it's the ghost he sees. Excuse me. I have to get back to my patient.

P:	How soon, Mr. Data.
Da:	If Dr. Manheim's information is correct, by my calculations, the next time distortion should occur between 28.47 minutes.
Cr:	Bridge, this is Sickbay, Dr. Manheim's awaken and asking to speak to you, Captain. Alone.
P:	On my way, Doctor.

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Je:	Ah. I knew you wouldn't come to me.
P:	No. Not under these circumstances.
Je:	We have unfinished business.
P:	Yes, we do.
Je:	Why didn't you come to meet me that last day in Paris?
P:	I was afraid.
Je:	Oh. I didn't want this.
P:	What?
Je:	The truth.
P:	Oh, you want me to lie.
Je:	Of course. Nice, soft painless lie.
P:	Oh, I got days confused. I thought it was Thursday, when it was Wednesday. I went to the Cafe Furan in stead of Cafe de Active.
Je:	Oh, that's better. It was raining and you couldn't find a cab.
P:	Uh-huh.
Je:	I waited all day. And it was raining, rained the rest of the week. I went to the Starfleet headquarters, looking for you. But you've already shipped out. So, come on, Jean-Luc. Let's hear the truth.
P:	It was fear. Fear of seeing you losing my resolve. Fear of staying. Losing myself. Feeling that neither these choices was right in(?) that. And that either would have...
Je:	For a long time, not a day went by I didn't look up into the sky and wonder.
P:	Each time I returned to Earth, my thoughts were filled with you.
Je:	I've thought a lot about this over the years. And perhaps you were leaving out. You're greatest here(dear?). The real reason you've left...
P:	Which was...
Je:	That lie with me. What else somehow made you ordinary?
P:	Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha. You're wonderful. And am I that transparent?
Je:	Only to me.