The Royale

(Original Airdate: 27 Mar, 1989)

Captain's log, stardate 42625.4, We're entering orbit around the eighth planet in this previously unmapped Theta One Sixteen solar system. We diverted from our scheduled course when a passing Klingon cruiser reported discovering pieces of a strange vessel in the upper atmosphere of this planet. We have come to investigate.

Bridge

LAFORGE: Nasty. Nitrogen, methane, liquid neon. Surface temperature minus two hundred and ninety one degrees Celsius. Winds up to three hundred and twelve metres per second.

RIKER: Not exactly a vacation planet, eh?

LAFORGE: Not unless you like ammonia tornadoes. But I have found indications of debris in an elliptical orbit.

RIKER: Keep me informed. The sooner we find out what the Klingons think they saw, the sooner we can get the hell out of here.

LAFORGE: Sounds good to me. Nasty.

Ready room

PICARD: Come.

(Riker enters)

PICARD: Fermat's last theorem. You're familiar with it?

RIKER: Vaguely. I spent too many math classes daydreaming about being on a starship.

PICARD: When Pierre de Fermat died they found this equation scrawled in the margin of his notes. X to the nth plus Y to the nth equals Z to the nth, where n is greater than 2, which he said had no solution in whole numbers. But he also added this phrase. Remarkable proof.

RIKER: Yeah, that's starting to come back to me. There was no proof included.

PICARD: For the eight hundred years people have been trying to solve it.

RIKER: Including you.

PICARD: I find it stimulating. Also, it puts things in perspective. In our arrogance we feel we are so advanced, and yet we cannot unravel a simple knot tied by a part-time French mathematician working alone, without a computer.

RIKER: Captain, we've detected some sort of debris in a loose orbit.

PICARD: Can you identify it?

RIKER: No, sir. I suggest we beam a section aboard for analysis.

PICARD: Make it so, Number One.

Transporter room

RIKER: We've locked onto something with markings on it.

PICARD: What sort of markings?

RIKER: Uncertain. Energise.

(O'Brien beams a piece of curved metal construction aboard. He and Riker go to the pad and turn it's outer surface to face us. Lo and behold, a US flag and the letters NASA. The camera drools over it lovingly. Why couldn't it be ESA for once?)

PICARD: We've got ourselves a puzzle, Number One.

RIKER: Yes sir. I think we have.

Observation lounge

DATA: Analysis bears out that the object was definitely terrestrial in origin, dated mid twenty first century.

PICARD: No, no. No Earth ship of that time could have travelled out this far.

DATA: Nevertheless, that is what our tests indicate. And the markings we discovered are consistent with this hypothesis.

TROI: Any indication of what destroyed it, Data?

DATA: That is even more significant than the object itself, Counsellor. On several of its surfaces, the molecules seem to have disintegrated

RIKER: Disintegrated? How?

DATA: Almost as if they were hit by a weapon from our time.

PICARD: Curiouser and curiouser.

( Alice's Adventures in Wonderland , if you needed reminding.)

WESLEY [OC]: Captain, we've detected a large structure on the planet.

Bridge

WESLEY: It's a building of some sort, situated on a plain of frozen methane, smack in the middle of a tremendous storm belt.

RIKER: I don't believe this. That structure is surrounded by breathable air.

PICARD: Is there any connection between that structure and the ship fragment we found?

LAFORGE: Unknown, sir.

PICARD: Suggestions?

RIKER: Just one, sir. We could go down there and have a look.

PICARD: Breathable air. No life forms that might be dangerous. I think we could risk a minimal away team, Number One.

Transporter room

(Riker, Data and Worf are the away team)

O'BRIEN: Give me a moment, gents. We're dealing with an extremely narrow access point.

RIKER: Phasers on stun. Ready when you are.

O'BRIEN: I believe we've got it now. You have a green light, Commander.

RIKER: Energise.

Planet surface

(Nothing. Absolute void, except for..)

DATA: Those ammonia storms are less than a kilometre away, yet they do not appear to penetrate this breathable zone.

RIKER: It's like the eye of a hurricane.

WORF: Commander, what is that?

(It is a revolving door, with art nouveau decoration. No building, just the turning door and it's frame)

RIKER: A door.

DATA: The structure must be here, yet we cannot see it.

RIKER: Enterprise, this is Commander Riker.

Bridge

RIKER [OC]: As your read out shows, this is an unusual place.

Planet surface

RIKER: Completely calm, no sound, no movement, yet a few hundred metres away a storm is raging.

PICARD [OC]: Any information about the structure.

RIKER: Yes, sir. There is an antique revolving door. It could be an entrance.

Bridge

PICARD: A revolving door? Number One, proceed with caution.

RIKER [OC]: Yes, sir.

Planet surface

RIKER: Well, this is what we came here for. Captain, we're entering.

Lobby

(Worf leads the way into a very elegant foyer and lobby in a Middle Eastern style. Lots of marble and palm plants, very twenties or thirties. We hear the laughter of people having a good time at blackjack tables)

Bridge

PICARD: Enterprise to away team, come in.

LAFORGE: We're receiving no signal at all from them, sir.

PICARD: Transporter room. lock on to the landing party. Beam them up.

LAFORGE: We've got nothing to lock on to, sir.

Lobby

RIKER: Riker to Enterprise. We've entered the structure. Riker to Enterprise, come in. Come in, Enterprise.

Bridge

WESLEY: When they went through that antique doorway, the signal just disappeared, sir.

PICARD: What's causing the interference?

LAFORGE: Unknown.

PICARD: Are they receiving us?

LAFORGE: No. We're going to have to recalibrate all the frequencies to find one that'll work.

PICARD: Then do it.

Lobby

DATA: Sir, without communication, we should beam up immediately.

RIKER: We're here, there's no danger. We'll look around then leave.

BELLBOY: Checking in, gentlemen? You'll have to go to the front desk.

RIKER: Very good. We'll start with that.

CLERK: Welcome, gentlemen. Have a nice trip?

RIKER: Do you know us?

CLERK: We've been expecting you. A trio of foreign gentlemen.

RIKER: Yes. We're from the United Federation of Planets.

CLERK: Of course you are. Welcome to the Hotel Royale

BELLBOY: Excuse me. Did Rita call?

CLERK: I'm busy.

BELLBOY: You're busy? This is my life I'm talking about here. Now did Rita call or not?

CLERK: No, and for your own good you'd better quit thinking about Rita.

BELLBOY: I'm not afraid of Mickey D.

CLERK: Then you're a fool. Anybody with any sense is afraid of Mickey D.

BELLBOY: If Rita calls, you let me know.

(Bellboy leaves)

CLERK: Kid's just asking for trouble. Rita's too much for him to handle, and Mickey D's going to plant his face in the pavement. Now, here are your room keys. And some complimentary casino chips. Enjoy.

WORF: What is this place? How did a being like you get here?

CLERK: Why, this is the Royale, of course. And my personal life is really none of your business, thank you.

RIKER: What he means is, what planet is this?

CLERK: I beg your pardon?

RIKER: This planet. What do you call it?

CLERK: Earth. What do you call it?

WORF: We call it Theta Eight.

CLERK: How charming.

(The manager returns to putting mail into pigeon holes, so the team take a stroll amongst the tables)

DATA: Commander

RIKER: Yes, Data?

DATA: None of these people are emitting life signs.

WORF: You mean they're not alive?

RIKER: Then what are they?

WORF: These beings, are they machines, or mere illusions designed to deceive us?

DATA: Not illusion, Lieutenant. They do exist, but they do not register as either man or machine.

DATA: Take this creature, for example. He does not exhibit any DNA structure.

TEXAS: Excuse me, son. Look who's talking. Man, you sound just like my ex-wife. All right. Time to get back to business!

DATA: What sort of business do you suppose he is getting down to?

Bridge

PICARD: Status report.

WESLEY: We're attempting to employ alternate encoding schemes.

LAFORGE: There could be hundreds of possible combinations.

PICARD: Is there an intelligence causing this interference?

LAFORGE: That's impossible to tell, Captain.

PICARD: It's unlike Commander Riker not to follow procedure. When he lost contact with the Enterprise, he should have returned immediately to the beam down coordinates.

TROI: I don't feel he's in any danger. In fact, if I could choose one word to assess his mood, it would be amused.

PICARD: Amused?

Casino

(Good ol' Tex is settling himself at a blackjack table, next to a blonde lady. Data goes up to the table)

TEXAS: Put some chips there, mister. Yes, sirree! You're new around here, aren't you?

DATA: Yes, sir.

TEXAS: Sit down. I'm going to teach you how this game is played, boy. Go ahead. Ante up.

(Tex puts his Stetson on Data, and Data sits the other side of him)

VANESSA: He wants you to cut the cards.

DATA: Ah, is this poker?

TEXAS: No, no, blackjack.

DATA: Blackjack. Accessing. Ah. Also known as twenty one, a number which defines the object of the game. Picture cards are worth ten, aces one or eleven, all other cards face value.

TEXAS: Boy, you're right. You are right.

(Data does a one-handed cut of the pack, and Vanessa whistles at his skill)

TEXAS: Pretty smooth. Run 'em, boy. Make 'em nice and friendly.

VANESSA: Twenty one, twenty one.

TEXAS: Don't look at your hand, honey. That gal has got to win. Now, honey, you got fifteen and the dealer's showing ten.

VANESSA: Do I hit, Texas, or do I stand?

TEXAS: If you've got to win, you've got to hit.

VANESSA: Hit me. (a king) Damn!

TEXAS: Shoot. Hit me. Twenty one, and a winner. Yes, sirree.

DATA: Hit me. Another please.

TEXAS: Do you think you've had about enough?

DATA: If the objective of the game is to approach a total of twenty one points, I will definitely need another card.

VANESSA: Yeah.

TEXAS: Boy, you have got the brass. Do you know what the odds are on a five card charlie? Hell, you're just throwing your money away.

DATA: Hit me.

(Even with the final nine, the two twos and the two threes keep him from going bust)

TEXAS: How'd you? Shut my mouth. Hey, you're not one of them card counting fellas, are you?

DATA: The number of the cards and their values remain quite constant. What would be the purpose in counting them?

VANESSA: Yeah.

RIKER: Having fun, Data?

DATA: Fun, sir? While there is a certain amount of enjoyment involved, I am mainly conducting research into

RIKER: Save it. We're getting out of here.

DATA: Understood, sir.

TEXAS: Guys, you're holding up the game.

RIKER: Our apologies, sir.

TEXAS: I'll watch your chips.

DATA: Thank you, sir.

TEXAS: Hey. The hat.

DATA: Sorry, sir.

TEXAS: Deal them up.

Bridge

PICARD: Progress?

WESLEY: We've accessed the range of encoding scheme alternates. The difficulty is in the frequency range. The interference is highly variable.

LAFORGE: See, the problem may be with the envelope covering the structure. There are hydrogen-carbon helix patterns throughout.

PICARD: Any transmissions are simply scattered and refracted at random. No wonder you can't get through.

LAFORGE: Exactly.

PICARD: Those are some fairly aggressive computations, Lieutenant.

LAFORGE: I'm comparing the molecular integrity of that bubble against our phasers.

PICARD: Is penetration possible?

LAFORGE: I don't know just yet. It may be an option. I'd like to run this test.

PICARD: Make it so.

Lobby

(The away team walk through the door, but end up back in the lobby)

RIKER: Let's try that again.

(And again they fail to leave)

RIKER: Let's find another way out of here.

(Data approaches a woman at a slot machine)

DATA: Excuse me. Excuse me. Aside from the main door, is there another exit I might use?

(She gets a jackpot, and takes no notice of him)

DATA: Excuse me?

RIKER: Excuse me. Say, I was wondering if you could tell me

(But the man ignores him. Worf is pulling a slot machine away from the wall to test the paneling)

RIKER: There's a good deal of structural integrity, Worf.

WORF: Permission to use phaser, sir.

RIKER: Granted.

(The phaser has no effect on the wood)

DATA: Sir, I can find no other exits. I believe we are trapped here.

Captain's log, supplemental. We remain in orbit around Theta Eight, still out of contact with the away team.

Bridge

LAFORGE: We're almost there, Captain. We'll be able to attempt contact in a few minutes.

TROI: Captain, the situation down there has changed.

PICARD: In what way?

TROI: Commander Riker has become tense. Closed in, he's feeling trapped.

Casino

WORF: Phasers are totally ineffective on all surfaces.

DATA: Sir, our options appear quite limited.

RIKER: We don't have any. If we're going to get out of here, we're going to have to do it on our own. I'm going to get some answers out of that desk clerk.

Lobby

(The bellboy has taken a gun from a drawer)

CLERK: Are you crazy?

BELLBOY: Wrong. I'm finally getting some smarts.

CLERK: You think you're going to scare Mickey D with that gun?

BELLBOY: I'm going to make him leave Rita alone.

CLERK: Kid, she's a big girl, and she's Mickey D's girl.

BELLBOY: Not any more. Not after tonight.

CLERK: Look, kid. I like you. I don't want to see you get hurt, especially over some dame

BELLBOY: Don't call her that. You'll see. You'll see how tough Mickey D is. He's nothing.

RIKER: I want some answers.

CLERK: I'm sure the concierge will be delighted

RIKER: We would like to get out of here. Now.

CLERK: The Royale's exits are clearly marked.

RIKER: That's not good enough.

CLERK: If you have a complaint about the service you've received during your stay here, you can always take it up with the manager.

RIKER: Fine. I'd like to see him, immediately.

CLERK: I'm afraid the manager is very busy.

(The desk clerk leaves)

PICARD [OC]: (faint) Riker, can you read me?

RIKER: Yes.

Bridge

RIKER [OC]: There's a good deal of interference, but you are getting through.

PICARD: Number One, why haven't you left that building?

Lobby

RIKER: We tried, sir. It seems like we're trapped here. We're in no immediate danger

Bridge

RIKER [OC]: But I am concerned.

PICARD: Something about your location is interfering with communication. We are working on the problem.

RIKER [OC]: Standing by, sir.

WESLEY: Captain, these frequencies are unstable.

PICARD: Then find others.

WESLEY: Yes, sir.

PICARD: What is going on down there?

Lobby

DATA: Commander, I am picking up something most unusual in another section of this structure. It appears to be human DNA.

RIKER: Where?

DATA: Thirty one point nine metres above and to the right of us.

WORF: Perhaps those turbolifts could take us there.

(Of course, the doors don't open automatically for them)

WORF: Seems to be malfunctioning.

(Data presses the button)

Hotel corridor

DATA: The reading I received is from behind this door, sir.

(Riker knocks, then Worf opens the door and they enter)

Hotel room

DATA: My reading is intensifying, sir.

RIKER: Are you getting any life signs?

DATA: None, sir.

(Riker pulls back the bedsheet to reveal the desiccated remains of a person, mostly skeleton with some remaining skin)

DATA: Definitely human. Male.

RIKER: Looks like the poor devil died in his sleep.

WORF: What a terrible way to die.

DATA: He has been dead for two hundred and eighty three years, sir. The lack of any advanced decomposition is due to the sterile environment.

(Worf opens the wardrobe)

RIKER: Why would anyone go to all this trouble? It's just window dressing for a dead man.

WORF: Commander.

DATA: Is this significant, sir?

(It's a spacesuit on a hangar)

RIKER: American.

DATA: Fifty two stars sir. Places it between 2033 and 2079 AD. It correlates with the debris we found. Colonel S. Richey. Rest in peace, Colonel.

PICARD [OC]: Picard to Riker.

RIKER: Finally. Riker. Go ahead.

Bridge

RIKER [OC]: You're coming through clearly now.

PICARD: What's your situation?

Hotel room

RIKER: This structure was apparently made to resemble twentieth century Earth. All efforts to exit have failed.

PICARD [OC]: We haven't found a way to transport you back yet.

RIKER: I assumed as much, sir. We've also located the remains of a human. Request identity scan. Colonel Richey. American. First initial S. Roughly the same time period.

Bridge

PICARD: Do it.

Hotel room

WORF: Commander. Some curiosities.

RIKER: Books. A novel. Hotel Royale? Summarise, please.

Bridge

WESLEY: Information retrieved, Captain

PICARD: Number One?

RIKER [OC]: Go ahead, Captain.

PICARD: We have the information you requested. Colonel Stephen Richey was the commanding officer of the explorer ship Charybdis

Hotel room

PICARD [OC]: Which had a terrestrial launch date of July 23rd, 2037. It was the third manned attempt to travel beyond the confines of the Earth's solar system.

Bridge

PICARD: Its telemetry failed. It was never heard from again. Do you believe that you've discovered the remains of Colonel Richey?

RIKER [OC]: Yes. And Captain,

Hotel room

RIKER: We've found something else. A novel by Todd Matthews, entitled Hotel Royale, which is the name of this structure. Data.

DATA: Captain, this is the story of a group of compulsive gamblers caught up in a web of crime, corruption and deceit.

Bridge

DATA [OC]: It is told by nefarious lothario Mickey D, who appears only at the climax to carry out the cold-blooded murder of the hotel bellboy.

Hotel room

DATA: There is also a subplot about an older man conspiring with a younger woman to murder her husband. She is squandering her inheritance.

RIKER: Captain, this novel and everything Data just described

Bridge

RIKER [OC]: Seems to be exactly what's happening at this hotel.

PICARD: Extraordinary.

RIKER [OC]: There's also one other thing, a diary with only

Hotel room

RIKER: Obviously made by Colonel Richey.

PICARD [OC]: Can you read it?

RIKER: Yes. I write this in the hope that it will someday be read by human eyes. I can only surmise at this point, but apparently our exploratory shuttle was contaminated by an alien life form which infected and killed all personnel except myself.

Bridge

RIKER [OC]: I awakened to find myself here in the Royale Hotel, precisely as described in the novel I found in my room.

Hotel room

RIKER: And for the last thirty eight years I have survived here. I have come to understand that the alien contaminators created this place for me out of some sense of guilt, presuming that the novel we had on board the shuttle about the Hotel Royale was in fact a guide to our preferred lifestyle and social habits. Obviously, they thought this was the world from which I came.

Bridge

RIKER [OC]: I hold no malice toward my benefactors. They could not possibly know the hell they have put me through.

Hotel room

RIKER: for it was such a badly written book, filled with endless cliché and shallow characters. I shall welcome death when it comes.

Bridge

PICARD: I understand, Number One. Now we know why all that is there.

Hotel room

PICARD [OC]: Why can't you get out?

Observation lounge

PICARD: Number One.

RIKER [OC]: Yes, sir.

PICARD: Lieutenant La Forge has a thought. He believes we can phaser a slice in the field

Hotel room

PICARD [OC]: Surrounding the structure.

RIKER: That means the atmosphere of the planet would instantly rush in.

DATA: Our projected survival would be approximately twelve seconds.

Observation lounge

PULASKI: Correct. The cryogenic process would be nearly instantaneous.

RIKER [OC]: But I assume you could revive us?

PULASKI: Yes.

Hotel room

PULASKI [OC]: In theory.

PICARD [OC]: You must understand, Number One

Observation lounge

PICARD: We'll wait here for months if necessary. We're just considering options.

RIKER [OC]: If you're trying to motivate us to find

Hotel room

RIKER: Our own way out of here, you've succeeded, Captain.

(The telephone rings, and Worf answers it)

WORF: Yes? There is a female voice asking if we want room service.

DATA: I believe she is asking if we want the room cleaned.

RIKER: Tell her no.

WORF: No.

RIKER: What did she say?

WORF: She said the kitchen will be open twenty four hours if we change our minds.

RIKER: We're going to explore the rest of the hotel. We'll keep a comm. line open. You two go down to the lobby and see if there's anything that we've missed. You talk to the guests and try to find out who or what they are. I'll check out the rest of the floors.

Ready room

PICARD: Computer, locate and display the text of the novel entitled Hotel Royale by Todd Matthews.

COMPUTER: Accessing.

PICARD: If the cause of the difficulties is in the novel, we may find the solution within its pages. Ah. (reading) ' It was a dark and stormy night '. It's not a promising beginning.

TROI: It may get better.

Casino

DATA: I suggest we separate and blend in with these beings. Casual queries, offered inconspicuously, may prove fruitful.

(Data heads to the table with Texas and Vanessa)

VANESSA: I need a four. Give me a four.

TEXAS: Oh, shoot.

VANESSA: How much do I have left here?

TEXAS: Honey, now you know it's bad luck to count your chips at the table.

VANESSA: Yeah?

DATA: Excuse me, sir. Might I inquire, where are you from?

TEXAS: Lubbock, Texas.

DATA: And how did you get here?

TEXAS: To Vegas? Drove my car. I got a ninety one Caddy with only eighty thousand miles on it.

DATA: Where is your automobile now?

TEXAS: Out front, I suppose. What the hell difference does it make?

DATA: Could you take me there?

VANESSA: Hit me. I'm losing my shirt.

TEXAS: Son, why would I want to do that? Can't you see I'm trying to to help this little lady?

DATA: I believe you are trapped inside the Royale, just as I am.

TEXAS: Sure does seem that way when you're losing, don't it? We're just trying to turn this lady's wagon around, and win back some lost change. Otherwise she's in a desperate situation and she's got nowhere to turn. Well, almost nowhere.

VANESSA: I stay, right? (holding thirteen)

TEXAS: I wouldn't.

DATA: The odds favour standing pat.

VANESSA: What do I do?

TEXAS: Do you want a card or what?

VANESSA: Hit me. (a Jack) Too many. I've almost lost it all. What am I going to do?

TEXAS: There, there, there, there, there.

Lobby

RIKER: What did you find?

WORD: Nothing.

CLERK: Rita just called.

BELLBOY: She did? What did she say?

CLERK: It was kind of hard to tell. She was crying.

BELLBOY: Crying? Damn. Mickey D thinks he can treat people any way he wants. Well, that's all over now.

(Enter Mickey D through the main door, white suit with overcoat draped across his shoulders)

MICKEY D: You were told.

BELLBOY: It's not for you to make the call. It's for Rita.

MICKEY D: She sent me to tell you.

CLERK: Okay, boys. Look, we can't afford to have any trouble in here. Why don't you just take this outside.

MICKEY D: Yeah, I like that. Come on, baggage man.

Ready room

(Troi and Picard are listening on the open comm. channel)

MICKEY D [OC]: Let's you and me take it outside.

BELLBOY [OC]: When I was a kid, I used to look up to you guys. The suit, the fancy shoes. I really thought that made you somebody, but you're nobody. She could make something out of her life

(Picard mutes it)

TROI: I don't believe this dialogue. Did humans really talk like that?

PICARD: Not in real life. Remember, everything that's going on down there is taken from what Colonel Richey calls a second-rate novel.

BELLBOY [OC]: Like Rita. She could do something with her life. She could be somebody if she only had the chance.

TROI: With your permission, sir.

(Troi leaves)

MICKEY D [OC]: She is somebody. She's my girl.

BELLBOY [OC]: You got her on the stuff. That's the only reason she stays with you. Because you feed her sickness.

Lobby

BELLBOY: You got to let me help her.

MICKEY D: Well why don't we just go outside and talk about it?

CLERK: Just watch yourself.

BELLBOY: Don't worry.

RIKER: It's all part of the novel. Don't interfere.

(Mickey D shoots the bellboy in the back as he walks to the door. The customers scream)

MICKEY D: You should have listened to me, kid. No woman's worth dying for. Killing for, not dying for.

(Mickey D leaves)

RIKER: Riker to Enterprise.

Ready room

PICARD: Yes, Number One.

RIKER [OC]: A bizarre incident just took place.

PICARD: The shoot-out between the bellboy and Mickey D.

Lobby

RIKER: Yes, and Mickey D just walked out the door. How did he do that?

Ready room

PICARD: It's on page 244.

Lobby

RIKER: In the novel. Right. How does it end?

Ready room

PICARD: A bad love affair ends in a bloody shoot-out, the hotel gets bought out, and life goes on, such as it is.

Lobby

RIKER: The hotel gets bought? By whom?

Ready room

PICARD: It isn't specific. It simply refers to foreign investors. Sale price, twelve point five million United States Dollars.

Lobby

PICARD [OC]: They return home, leaving the assistant manager in charge.

RIKER: Captain, that's how we're getting out. We're buying this place.

Casino

DATA: It is all a question of probabilities. Quite simple, really, if one bets with any sequential consistency.

RIKER: Elaborate.

DATA: The combinations totalling seven or eleven have considerable value when achieved on the primary attempt. With eight variations possible to create those totals, the likelihood of those totals occurring is not significant. However

RIKER: Okay, okay. Can you do it?

DATA: I believe so, sir.

(They go to the craps table, to play dice)

TEXAS: Eight's a point. Eighter from Decatur. Candy see the wise. Do it, do it.

(Vanessa throws the dice. Double one.)

TEXAS: Oh. Snake eyes.

DATA: Single digits on each cube are not at all desirable.

VANESSA: You're almost broke.

TEXAS: Relax, honey. It's only money

VANESSA: Yeah, but if you lose it all, I won't even have a place to sleep.

TEXAS: Don't worry your little head, honey. I'd never let that happen. Go babe, let's go. Here they come, babe.

(Vanessa rolls again)

CROUPIER: Seven. You're out.

TEXAS: You're turn, Slick.

RIKER: Go to work.

TEXAS: Maybe this turkey'll bring us some luck.

(Data gets Vanessa to blow on the dice, then rolls a double three)

CROUPIER: Six. Six is your number.

TEXAS: Hell, my blind grandmother can make a six. Come on, boy, roll 'em.

RIKER: I thought seven and eleven had value.

DATA: Actually, six is a valid point. Of course, now the objective is to roll a duplicate six before hitting seven.

RIKER: But the probability of making a six is no greater than that of rolling a seven.

DATA: There is a certain degree of random fortune involved. I believe that is why they call it gambling.

VANESSA: Yeah.

CROUPIER: Seven. Seven away. Next shooter.

VANESSA: So much for your new turkey.

TEXAS: Give Slick another shot. I got a feeling about you, boy.

DATA: Commander, these cubes are improperly balanced. I believe their final resting position would be

RIKER: Can you repair them?

DATA: I believe so. I will make another attempt.

(He gives the dice a good squeeze to even them up)

DATA: Baby needs a new pair of shoes.

TEXAS: Eleven! Attaboy! Do that a few more times and we're all gonna get well!

CROUPIER: Seven, a winner.

TEXAS: And another one. Keep going, boy. We got a hot one. Let's go. Let's go.

(Data looks smug)

RIKER: Double 'em up. Here we go.

TEXAS: Keep 'em rolling, boy. Keep rolling. Seven, a winner.

Bridge

PICARD: Status, Number One.

Casino

RIKER: Rather a nice run of luck, Captain.

PICARD: Don't get out of character, Commander.

RIKER: Sir?

Bridge

PICARD: The foreign investors in the book are described as flamboyantly generous.

Casino

RIKER: Yes, sir. I understand.

(The clerk - aka assistant manager - arrives with a new box of chips)

TEXAS: Seven, look at that.

VANESSA: Oh, Tex, darlin', you're brilliant!

TEXAS: Yeah. And I'm good lookin' too, huh?

WORF: Isn't that enough?

RIKER: No. Don't want to come up short. You are keeping count?

DATA: Yes, sir. Twelve point three million. Perhaps I will bet seven hundred thousand.

RIKER: No, bet it all.

DATA: But sir, the sale price of this edifice is twelve point five million.

RIKER: We need some spreading around money, Data.

DATA: Sir?

RIKER: Bet it all.

RIKER: There you go. A little something for you, Ziggy. A little something for those cocktail waitresses. Why don't you run this outside, give it to the parking lot attendants.

CLERK: You're very kind, sir.

RIKER: Here you go, Vanessa. A little something for you, too.

VANESSA: Thank you.

RIKER: When the train comes in, everybody rides.

TEXAS: Yeah, and I'm getting off at this station. After eighteen passes, the air gets a little too thin for this country boy. I'm betting against you, fella.

VANESSA: Are you nuts?

DATA: I do not believe that is a prudent choice, sir.

TEXAS: Hey, that's what horse racing's about. Roll 'em, boy.

CROUPIER: Seven, a winner.

CLERK: The man has the touch.

TEXAS: You knew you were going to throw that seven, didn't you? You just let me go down the tube.

DATA: I tried to caution you, sir.

TEXAS: What was it? I mean, was it personal, or what? Because I didn't show you my car?

RIKER: Now.

DATA: I wish to cash in, sir.

CLERK: I'm afraid you've broken the bank.

RIKER: Just take twelve point five million, the purchase price of this hotel. Spread the rest around.

CLERK: You're the foreign investors.

RIKER: That's right. We just bought this place, lock, stock, and barrel. Consider it a done deal.

TEXAS: I like you fellas. You got style. Let me buy you guys a drink.

RIKER: Just enjoy the game. Don't let them change the dice on you.

TEXAS: You got it.

Planet surface

RIKER: Enterprise, this is the away team. We're clear of the structure.

Bridge

RIKER [OC]: Three to beam up.

PICARD: Time to come home now, Number One. Transporter room, we have a fix on the away team. Beam them up.

Ready room

PICARD: Come.

(Riker enters)

RIKER: Sir.

PICARD: Welcome back, Number One.

RIKER: Very strange experience. Puzzling. I still can't comprehend how Colonel Richey's vessel could have travelled out that far. Not on it's own, at any rate.

PICARD: Perhaps they were brought here by whoever created that make-believe world down there. It's possible they didn't know how fragile the humans aboard actually were. Only one of them survived.

RIKER: None of it makes any sense.

PICARD: Like Fermat's theorem, it's a puzzle we may never solve.

(Note - it was proved by British mathematician, Andrew Wiles. Read about it here )