Beverly is hurriedly treated my wound with a 20th century plaster when the two gangsters burst in.
They look at the four people with me.
The greasy one eyes Beverly and Deanna appreciatively.
"I like your taste in broads, Hill." he says, "The brunette has some great pins, and that redhead is sumpin' else."
Both Beverly and Deanna look disgustedly at him, as if he is something they accidentally trod in.
The big man looks at Data.
"Hey, Rico, look at that weird guy. Have you ever seen anything like him?"
"Nah, Kelly. Hill, you've got an odd taste in friends."
"I am a Frenchman." Data states simply, as if that will solve all our problems.
"Oh yeah?" says Rico, "Well I guess there will be one less Frenchman in the US after tonight" he adds with a dirty laugh.
Rico turrns to me, "Well, Hill, I guess it's time to plug you, your pals and your broads."
As he is about to shoot, Data rushes up between us and a bullet bounces off him, causing no damage. He then grabs the guns and crushes them. Rico and Kelly look astonished.
"I guess you French guys are pretty tough." says Rico.
We call the police. The Captain arrives to take them away.
"How come you can land yourself in jams all the time, Hill." he says, "If I were you, I'd choose another profession."
After he takes them away, the holodeck program ends and just the room remains.
"What a relief!" says Beverly, "You can come to SickBay and be treated."
"Then I've got a girdle to get off!" adds Deanna, falling off her high heels.