This is a fine place you have here.
Thank you. Your knowledge of engineering is most impressive.
Back home we call him the miracle worker.
- May I offer you something? - May I offer something to you?
- Yes? - You're still working with polymers.
- What else would I be working with? - What else indeed?
How thick would a piece of your plexiglas need to be,
at 60 feet by 10 feet to withstand pressure of 18,000 cubic feet of water?
- Six inches. We have it in stock. - I've noticed.
Now, suppose...
...I were to show you a way to manufacture a wall
that would do the same job, but be only one inch thick.
- Would that be worth something? - You're joking.
Perhaps the professor could use your computer.
Computer...
Computer!
- Hello, computer. - Just use the keyboard.
A keyboard, how quaint!
- Transparent aluminum? - That's the ticket, laddie.
It would take years to figure out the dynamics of this matrix.
Yes, but you would be rich beyond the dreams of avarice.
So, is it worth something to you, or should I punch up "clear"?
No.
Not now, Madeline.
What exactly did you have in mind?
A moment alone, please.
Do you realize that if we give him the formula,
we're altering the future?
Why? How do we know he didn't invent the thing?
Yeah.
- Won't you change your mind? - What is wrong with the one I have?
- A little joke. Goodbye, old friend. - Wait a minute.
Nobody knows that Gracie is pregnant.
Gracie does. I'll be right here.
Is he just going to hang around the bushes while we eat?
It's his way.
- Do you trust me? - Implicitly.
Large mushroom and pepperoni, with extra onions and a Michelob.
- Great choice. And you, sir? - Make that two.
How does a nice girl like you get to be a cetacean biologist?
- Just lucky, I guess. - You're upset about losing the whales.
You're very perceptive.
- How will that be done, exactly? - They'll be flown to Alaska.
- They'll be released there. - That's the last you'll see of them?
See, yes. But we'll tag them with special transmitters and monitor them.
I could take those whales somewhere...
...where they'd never be hunted.
You can't even get from Sausalito to San Francisco without a lift.
If I'm so inept, how come we're having dinner?
I'm a sucker for hard-luck cases. Cheers.
Besides, I want to know why you travel around with that ditzy guy
who knows that Gracie is pregnant and calls you "Admiral".
Where could you take them... my whales?
- Where would they be safe? - It's not a matter of where, but when.
- It would have to be right now. - Why?
No humpback born in captivity has ever survived.
But they won't be safe at sea because of all the hunting this time of year.
So you see, that, as they say, is that.
Damn.
What is that? You have a pocket pager.
Are you a doctor?
- I told you not to call me. - Sorry, I thought you'd like to know.
- We're beaming them in now. - All right. Good luck. Kirk out.
- You want to try it from the top? - Tell me when the whales are leaving.
- Who are you? - Who do you think I am?
Don't tell me! You're from outer space.
I'm from Iowa, I work in outer space.
I was close. I knew outer space was going to come into this.
- The truth? - I am all ears.
Okay... the truth.
I am from the late 23rd century.
I've come back in time
to bring two humpback whales with me, in an attempt to...
...repopulate the species.
Why didn't you say so? Why all the coy disguises?
- You want the details? - Oh, I wouldn't miss this.
- When are the whales being released? - Okay, what the hell.
Your friend was right. Gracie is pregnant, very pregnant.
At noon tomorrow, in a media circus, the whales get shipped out.
- Noon tomorrow? - Are we leaving?
- We don't have much time. - Could we have that to go?
- Sure. Who gets the bad news? - They don't use money in your time?
- How long? - It depends on the shielding.
Well, Admiral, that was the briefest dinner I've ever had,
and certainly the biggest fish story I've ever heard.
Tell me something. The whale's transmitter, what's the frequency?
Sorry, that's classified. Look, I don't have a clue who you are.
You wouldn't want to show me around your spaceship, would you?
- That wouldn't be my first choice. - Well, there we are.
I am here to bring two humpbacks into the 23rd century.
I can go to the open sea to get them. I'd rather have yours.
It's better for me. It's better for you. It's better for them.
Think about it.
- Who are you? - Think about it.
Don't take too long. I'm out of time.
- This is where I'll be. - Here?
- In the park. - Right.
- The tank will be finished by morning. - That's cutting it close.
- What about team two? - We're waiting for them to call.
Damn! We've been so lucky. Two perfect whales right here.
- Now we might lose them. - Then our mission would fail.
Our mission? You're talking about the end of every life on Earth.
You're half human. Haven't you got any feelings about that?
- There it is again. - That's too weird. Commander.
- Aren't you running the test program? - We're getting a power drain.
It must be coming from inside the ship.
Commander Rogerson. Yes, Chief, we're tracking that, too. What is it?
Scotty, we're ready for beam-out.
Scotty, can you hear me?
Confirmed. Roger that.
This is Commander Rogerson.
We have an intruder in number four M.M.R.
- Scotty, do you read? - Lass, I can hardly hear you.
Power is down to minimal. I'll bring you in one at a time.
Take the collector. You go first.
Stand by.
Scotty.
Hello?
Come in, please.
Scotty, how soon?
Chekov, you're breaking up. Please signal again.
- Can you hear me? - Now would be a good time.
Freeze!
Chekov!
I've lost him.
Commander Pavel Chekov. Starfleet. United Federation of Planets.
Right, Commander, is there anything you want to tell us?
- Like what? - Who you are and what these are?
I am Pavel Chekov, a commander in Starfleet.
Service number: 656-5827 D.
- Let's take it from the top. - The top of what?
- Name? - My name?
Play games with me, and you're through.
I am? May I go now?
- What do you think? - He's a Russkie.
Of course he's a Russkie, but he's a retard or something.
- Don't move. - Okay, give us the ray gun.
If you don't lie on the floor, I will have to stun you.
- Okay, stun me. - I'm very sorry.
It must be the radiation.
Gangway!
Hit the deck!
Man down. Get a corpsman over here.
- Any luck? - Nothing. I shouldn't have left him.
You did what was necessary. Keep trying, you'll find him.
Scotty, you promised an estimate on the crystals.
- It'll be well into tomorrow. - You've got to do better.
I'll try, sir. He's in a wee bit of a snit.
- He's a man of deep feelings. - What's new?
They left last night. We thought it would be easier on you this way.
You sent them away without even letting me say goodbye!
Admiral! Admiral Kirk!
Admiral Kirk!
Admiral Kirk, can you hear me?
They're gone. I need your help. Are you in there?
Admiral, we have a problem.
Admiral Kirk!
Can you hear me?
Oh, my God!
Hello, Alice. Welcome to wonderland.
- It's true! - Yes, it is.
I'm glad you're here, but you picked a hell of a time to drop in.
- Is this real? - Yes, take a look.
- Storage tanks for your whales. - They're gone.
- Gone? - They were taken last night.
- They're in Alaska by now. - Damn!
- But you can go find them, right? - I can't go anywhere.
- What kind of a spaceship is this? - It's a spaceship with a missing man.
- Full power has been restored. - Thank you, Mr. Spock.
Doctor, welcome aboard.
- Admiral, are you there? - Uhura, what's wrong?
I've located Chekov. They're taking him to emergency surgery.
- Where? - Mercy Hospital.
- The Mission District. - His condition is critical.
He's not expected to survive.
Let me go in there. Don't leave him in the hands of 20th-century medicine.
I suggest that Dr. McCoy is correct. We must help Chekov.
- Is that the logical thing to do? - No, but it is the human thing to do.
Right. Will you help us?
- How? - We'll have to look like physicians.
We'll try down here. You check there.
- What's the matter? - Kidney dialysis.
Dialysis? What is this, the Dark Ages?
Here, swallow that. If you have any problems, call me.
Here, I've got it.
Let's go.
He's being held in the security corridor one flight up. His condition is critical.
Excuse me, we'll take that.
Hold the door. Emergency.
I was there. I heard the whole thing.
Weintraub said radical chemotherapy.
- What about Gottlieb? - He talked about image therapy.
- Unbelievable! - You have a different view?
- It sounds like the Spanish inquisition. - Bad day.
- Out of the way. - We have orders...
Damn it! This is an acute case of upper-abdominal distension.
Get out of the way!
- What did you say she's got? - Cramps.
You aren't masked! Who are these people?
- I don't know. - What are you doing?
- Tearing of the meningeal artery. - What's your degree in, dentistry?
How do you explain slow pulse, low respiratory rate and coma?
- A funduscopic examination... ...is unrevealing.
An evacuation of the haematoma will relieve the pressure.
Drilling holes in his head is not the answer. The artery must be repaired.
Put away your butcher knives and let me save this patient.
- I'll have you removed. - Such unprofessional behavior...
- Into that little room. - What is that? A gun?
- What is this? - I've no idea.
He melted the lock.
We're dealing with medievalism here.
Chemotherapy! Funduscopic examinations!
Chekov, wake up.
Pavel, can you hear me?
- He's coming around. - Pavel, talk to me.
Name? Rank?
Chekov, Pavel.
Rank: Admiral.
- How's the patient? - He's going to make it.
- You came in with a she. - One little mistake.
Get us out of here.
They've taken the patient.
Hold it!
- Not now, Pavel. - Hold it.
The doctor gave me a pill and I grew a new kidney.
It's fully functional!
Freeze.
- Where would the whales be by now? - Do you have a chart?
- Just give me the radio frequency. - What? I'm coming with you.
- Our next stop is the 23rd century. - So, I've got nobody here.
- I've got to help those whales. - I've got no time to argue.
- The radio frequency, please. - 401 megahertz.
Thank you... for everything.
Scotty, beam me up.
Surprise.
- Spock, where the hell's the power? - One damn minute, Admiral.
I'm trying to remember how this worked. I got used to a Huey.
- You tricked me. - You need me.
- Take a seat. - Now, Mr. Sulu.
What was that?
Cloaking device is stable. All systems normal.
Maintaining impulse climb. Wing: Five by zero. Helm: Steady.
Advise reaching 10,000. Steer 310.
Uhura, scan for the whales. 401 megahertz.
10,000, Admiral.
Full impulse power.
310 to the Bering Sea. ETA: 12 minutes.
- Are the whale tanks secure? - Aye, but we're beaming up 400 tons.
It's not just the whales, it's the water.
Yes, of course.
- Any contact? - Negative.
- You appear to have a problem. - Your perception is correct.
In order to return us to the exact moment we left the 23rd century
I calculated the time elapsed in relation to the acceleration curve.
Naturally. So what's your problem?
- Acceleration is no longer a constant. - Then take your best shot.
- Best shot? - Guess, Spock.
- Your best guess. - Guessing is not in my nature.
Well, nobody's perfect.
- That's it! - Affirmative. Contact with the whales.
Bearing: 327. Range: 600 nautical.
- Put it on the screen. - How can you do that?
I have a signal closing in on the whales, bearing 328 degrees.
Let's see it.
- What kind of ship is that? - A whaling ship. Are we too late?
- Full-power descent. - Aye, sir.
Ten seconds, sir.
- All right, Scotty. - Ten seconds, Admiral.
Five, four, three...
...two, one.
Admiral, there be whales here!
- Well done. Do we have warp speed? - Full power now, sir.
- If you will, Mr. Sulu. - Aye, sir. Warp speed.
Mr. Sulu, I'm going to take our guest to look at her whales.
How does the variable mass of whales fit into our re-entry program?
Mr. Scott cannot give me exact figures...
- I will make a guess. - A guess?
You, Spock? That's extraordinary.
- I don't think he understands. - No.
He feels safer about your guesses than most people's facts.
- You're saying it is a compliment? - It is.
Then I will make the best guess I can.
"They say the sea is cold, but the sea contains the hottest blood of all."
"Whales Weep Not", D.H. Lawrence.
It's ironic. When man was killing these creatures,
he was destroying his own future.
The beasties seem happy to see you. I hope you like our aquarium.
- A miracle, Mr. Scott. - A miracle? That's yet to come.
What does that mean?
We might not make it. You should have stayed where you belong.
I belong here. I am a whale biologist.
Suppose by some miracle you do get them through?
Who in the 23rd century knows anything about humpback whales?
Admiral, you'd better get up there. We're having a power fall off.
Stay with them. I'm on my way.
Hold on tight.
Warp 7.5.
- 7.9. - Shields at maximum.
That's all I can give you.
- Can we make breakaway speed? - I cannot guarantee it.
I shall compensate by altering our trajectory.
Warp 8... 8.1. Maximum speed.
- I need thruster control. - Thrusters at Spock's command.
Steady... Steady! Now!
- Did breaking thrusters fire? - They did, Admiral.
Then where the hell are we?
The probe.
- Condition report. - Computers are non-functional.
The mains are down. Aux. Power is not responding.
- Switch to manual control. - I have no control, sir.
- Where are we? - Out of control and blind as a bat.
Get him back.
- Look! - They're heading for the bridge.
Keep the nose up if you can.
We're in the water. Blow the hatch.
Now all we have to do is get the whales out of here.
Scotty, do you hear me?
Move! See to the safety of all hands.
- Lassie, get my arm. - I've got it.
- Admiral, help! - I'm here, Scotty.
- You're going to be all right. - The whales are trapped.
- There's no power to the bay door. - Explosive override?
It's underwater. We can't reach it.
You go on ahead. Close the hatch.
- You'll be trapped. - Go on!
Do you see them?
There!
Why don't they answer? Why don't they sing?
Mr. President, we have power.
The Council is now in session.
If you will all take your seats.
Bring in the accused.
Capt. Spock, you do not stand accused.
Mr. President, I stand with my shipmates.
As you wish.
The charges are...
Conspiracy. Assault on Federation officers.
Theft of Federation property, namely the Starship Enterprise.
Sabotage of the U.S.S. Excelsior.
Destruction of Federation property, specifically the U.S.S. Enterprise.
And finally, disobeying direct orders of the Starfleet Commander.
Admiral Kirk, how do you plead?
On behalf of all of us, I'm authorized to plead guilty.
So entered.
Because of mitigating circumstances, all charges but one are dismissed.
The charge of disobeying orders of a superior officer
is directed solely at Admiral Kirk.
I'm sure the Admiral will recognize the necessity for discipline?
- I do, sir. - James T. Kirk...
It is the judgment of this council that you be reduced in rank to captain.
As a consequence of your new rank,
you will be given the duties for which you have demonstrated great ability.
The command of a starship.
Silence.
You and your crew have saved this planet from its own short-sightedness.
We are forever in your debt.
I'm so happy for you.
Thank you so much.
- Wait a minute, where are you going? - You have your ship, I have mine.
Science vessel. I've got 300 years of learning to do.
- You mean, this is goodbye? - Why does it have to be goodbye?
Like they say in your century, I don't even have your phone number.
- How will I find you? - Don't worry... I'll find you.
See you around the galaxy.
Father.
I am returning to Vulcan within the hour.
- It was kind of you to make this effort. - It was no effort. You are my son.
Besides, I am most impressed with your performance in this crisis.
Most kind.
As I recall, I opposed your enlistment in Starfleet.
It is possible that judgment was incorrect.
Your associates are people of good character.
They are my friends.
Yes, of course.
- Any message for your mother? - Yes.
Tell her... I feel fine.
- Live long and prosper, Father. - Live long and prosper, my son.
The bureaucratic mentality is the only constant in the universe.
- We'll get a freighter. - I'm counting on "Excelsior".
Why in God's name would you want that bucket of bolts?
- A ship is a ship. - Whatever you say, sir.
My friends... we've come home.
- Helm ready, Captain. - All right, let's see what she's got.