(suspenseful music)
-: I have heard reports that a small team
from the Federation has already been sent
into our territory.
Such an attempt would almost certainly fail.
And even if it succeeded,
it would trigger a very serious response on our part.
-: I don't know what you're talking about.
-: Then there's no need for worry.
(dramatic music)
(door hisses)
(footsteps)
-: (Picard) What do you want?
-: Why, you of course.
Picard.
Jean-luc.
Born in La Barre, France,
son of Maurice and Yvette Picard.
Don't look so surprised.
How could we have designed a lure
for the captain of the Federation flagship
unless we knew something about this background?
-: So you concocted an elaborate ruse to bring me here.
Why?
-: In this room you do not ask the questions.
I ask them.
You answer.
(dramatic music)