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He wants your obedience to the Brotherhood of Aliens.
- He's got it. - And your coat.
I'm afraid not. It wouldn't fit.
- Thanks. - This will help keep you warm.
- I'm Martia. You're Kirk and McCoy. - How did you know that?
We don't get many presidential assassins.
- We didn't kill Gorkon. - Of course not.
- But there's a reward for your death. - That figures.
We've been set up.
Somebody up there wants you out of the way.
- Any progress? - None.
A crew of 300 are looking everywhere, but the killers may still be among them.
Surely they have disposed of these boots by now.
Would it not have been logical to leave them on Gorkon's ship?
Logic must give way to physics. Gravity wasn't restored when they escaped.
Without the boots, they would have floated off the transporter pads.
Why not simply vaporize them?
Like this?
As you know, no one can fire an unauthorized phaser aboard a starship.
Suppose, when they returned, they threw the boots into the refuse.
I'm having the refuse searched.
If I'm correct, those boots will cling to the killer's necks like Tiberian bats.
They couldn't escape without them nor throw them out the window.
Those boots are here. Somewhere.
- Did someone fire off a phaser? - It's alright. It's nothing.
Mr. Spock, Starfleet is screaming for us to return to port.
- Who fired the... - Ah, Mr. Scott.
I hear you have difficulty with the warp drive. How long do you need for repair?
There's nothing wrong with the bloody thing.
If we return to space dock, the killers can dispose of their footwear -
- and we will never see the Captain or Dr. McCoy alive again.
- It could take weeks. - Thank you.
Val'eris, inform Starfleet our warp drive is inoperative.
- A lie? - An error.
We have lost all contact with the Captain and Dr. McCoy.
Yes, at the moment they're surrounded by a magnetic shield.
But if I know the Captain, he is deep into planning his escape.
You've got him where you want him, Jim!
- Are you alright? - I think so.
- They'll respect you now. - I was lucky that thing had knees.
That was not his knee.
Not everybody keep their genitals in the same place, Captain.
Anything you want to tell me?
See what you can do for him. Let him know we're not holding a grudge.
Suppose he's holding a grudge?
When whoever it is makes their move, you won't be here to ask if he's the one.
- Do you want to get out of here? - There's got to be a way.
Three months before retirement. What a way to finish.
- We're not finished. - Speak for yourself.
One day, one night... Kobayashi Maru!
Bones! Are you afraid of the future?
I believe that was the general idea that I was trying to convey.
- I don't mean this future. - What is this - multiple choice?
Some people are afraid... of what might happen.
- I was terrified. - What terrified you, specifically?
No more Neutral Zone.
I was used to hating Klingons.
It never even occurred to me to take Gorkon at his word.
- Spock was right. - We all felt exactly the same.
No. Somebody felt a lot worse.
I'm beginning to understand why.
If you've got any bright ideas, now is the time.
Time is the problem. You and I are nothing.
You heard the judge - the peace conference is on again.
Whoever killed Gorkon is bound to attempt another assassination.
Unless we can get out of here.
It's me - Martia. Listen. No one has ever escaped from Rura Penthe.
- Except us. - It is possible.
I know how to get outside the shield.
- How do we fit in? - Getting outside the shield is easy.
After that, you have to get us off the surface before we freeze. Can you?
- It's possible. - I can't make it alone.
You're the likeliest candidate to come here for months.
Candidate for what?
Go to lift 7 in the morning for mining duty. I'll see you there.
Don't disappoint me.
- What is it with you, anyway? - Still think we're finished?
More than ever.
Sorry to wake you, sir.
Starfleet requests any data we have on the whereabouts of Enterprise.
What?
They're refusing to acknowledge signal to return to space dock, sir.
Signal Starfleet that we have no idea location Enterprise.
- Sir? - You have hearing problems?
No, sir.
Klingon blood.
They must have walked through it when it was floating and tracked it back here.
This is the first evidence which corroborates our theory.
Now we go to Starfleet?
We expand our search to include uniforms.
All uniforms?
Clear, sir. Make a hole.
Coming through. Coming through.
Sir! Sir!
- I think we've been had. - No, you weren't, Doctor.
Get off at the first level. Follow the gang into the mine.
They don't take girls.
- You are crewman Dax? - Yes. What is the problem?
Perhaps you know the Russian epic of Cinderella?
If shoe fits - wear it.
Mr. Chekov...
Watch me.
What kind of creature is this? Last night you two were...
Get in.
Come on. We don't have a lot of time.
Hurry!
Up there.
Come on - climb!
Here, you'll need these. Quickly!
Stay close.
- There they are. - They emerge from the beaming shield.
Mr. Scott, start your engines. Mr. Chekov, set course for Rura Penthe.
Mr. Spock, Rura Penthe is deep inside the Klingon frontier.
- If we're discovered... - Correct.
We need a feat of linguistic legerdemain and intrepidity -
- before the Captain and Dr. McCoy freeze to death.
- Leave me, I'm finished. - No!
Bones, I'm wearing a viridium patch on my back.
Spock slapped it there before we went on Gorkon's ship.
That cunning little Vulcan.
Come on! We're in the clear.
Now that we're outside the shield, they can locate us two sectors away.
If they're even looking for us.
We must respond. A universal translator would be recognized.
"What is your destination, over?"
Would you mind explaining that little trick you do?
- I'm a Chameloid. - I've heard about you.
Shape-shifters. I thought you were mythical.
Give a girl a chance, Captain.
It takes a lot of effort.
I don't doubt it.
Stop me if I'm wrong, -
- but do we have any way of knowing whether this is the real you?
I thought I would assume a pleasing shape.
We're outside the shield. Now it's your turn, Captain.
If you say so.
Are you crazy?!
She didn't need our help. Where did you get these convenient clothes?
Don't tell me that flare is standard prison issue.
It's to let them know where we are. Ask her what she's getting in return.
A full pardon... which doesn't cover this.
An accident wasn't good enough. Come on, Spock.
Good enough for one. Two would have looked suspicious.
Killed while attempting escape. That's convincing for both.
Surprise!
- Your friends are late. - They'll be along.
- I can't believe I kissed you. - Must have been your lifelong ambition.
Isn't it time you became something else?
I like it here.
Well, well, well...
What took you so long?
Kill him, he's the one.
Not me, you idiot - him!
- No witnesses. - Killed while trying to escape.
- Damned clever, if you ask me. - It's a classic.
- That's what he wanted. - Who? Who wanted us killed?
Since you're all going to die anyway, why not tell you?
His name is...
Damn it! What the hell! Son of a! Couldn't you have waited two seconds?
He was about to explain the whole thing.
- You want to go back? - Absolutely not!
This is the bridge. We're still in Klingon space.
Deck 9, remain at battle stations. Deck 9, remain at battle stations.
The Klingons have a Bird of Prey that can fire while cloaked.
- She torpedoed Gorkon's ship. - So that's it.
We believe that Gorkon's murderers are aboard this ship.
- Has the peace conference begun? - Who knows? The location is secret.
- There's always something. - Captain! Mr. Spock!
I found the uniforms with the Klingon blood on them.
But the uniforms belong to these two men. Burke and Samno.
Not anymore. Phaser on "stun" at close range.
First rule of assassination - kill the assassins.
- Now we're back to square one. - Can I talk to you?
- Why weren't they vaporized? - It would set off the alarm.
It's possible.
Now hear this. Now hear this.
Court reporter to sick bay. Code blue - urgent.
Statements to be taken at once from Yeomen Burke and Samno.
Repeat, court reporter to sick bay. Code blue - urgent.
Statements to be taken.
Repeat, statements to be taken from Yeomen Burke and Samno.
You have to shoot.
If you are logical, you have to shoot.
- I do not want to. - What you want is irrelevant.
What you've chosen is at hand.
I'd just as soon you didn't.
The operation is over.
I did not fire. You cannot prove anything.
Yes, I can. At my trial my personal log was used against me.
How long did you wait outside my quarters before I noticed you?
You knew?
I tried to tell you, but you would not listen.
Neither of us was hearing very well that night.
There were things I tried to tell you, about having faith.
You have betrayed the Federation. All of you.
- And what have you've been doing? - Saving Starfleet.
Klingons cannot be trusted. Sir... You said so yourself.
They killed your son. Did you not wish Gorkon dead?
"Let them die", you said. Did I misinterpret you?
And you were right.
They conspired with us to assassinate their own Chancellor.
How trustworthy can they be?
Klingons and Federation members conspiring together.
- Who is "us"? - All who stands to lose from peace.
Names, Lieutenant.
My comrades will make certain all your transmissions are jammed.
- Names, Lieutenant! - I do not remember.
A lie?
A choice.
Spock.
Admiral Cartwright.
From Starfleet?
Who else?
General... Chang.
- Who else? - Romulan Ambassador and others.
Where is the peace conference?
She does not know.
Then we're dead.
I have been dead before. Contact Excelsior.
- She'll have the co-ordinates. - I've already got it, sir.
- Standing by, Captain Kirk. - Sulu.
You realize that by even talking to us, you're violating regulations.
I'm sorry, Captain. Your message is breaking up.
Bless you, Sulu. Where is the peace conference?
They'll attempt another assassination.
It's at Camp Khitomer, near the Romulan border.
I'm sending the co-ordinates on a coded frequency.
We'll need more than that.
There's a Bird of Prey on the look-out for us that can fire while cloaked.
Surely not.
How many of those things are there? Come on, Lieutenant.
- Just the prototype. - Do you hear that?
I'm getting under way now. We're in Alpha Quadrant.
The chances of our reaching the conference in time are slim.
- When does this conference start? - According to my information - today.
- Thank you, Captain Sulu. - Don't mention it, Captain Kirk.
Spock?
I prefer it dark.
- Dining on ashes? - You were right.
It was arrogant presumption on my part that got us into this situation.
You and the Doctor might have been killed.
The night is young.
You said it yourself, it was logical. Peace is worth a few personal risks.
You're a great one for logic.
I'm a great one for rushing in where angels fear to tread.
We're both extremists. Reality is probably somewhere in between.
I couldn't get past the death of my son.
I was prejudiced by her accomplishments as a Vulcan.
Gorkon had to die before I understood how prejudiced I was.
Is it possible...
...that we two, you and I, have grown so old and inflexible -
- that we have outlived our usefulness?
Would that constitute a joke?
- It wasn't your fault. - I was responsible.
- For no actions but your own. - That's not what you said at your trial.
That was as captain of the ship. Human beings...
We both know that I am not human.
Do you want to know something? Everybody's human.
I find that remark... insulting.
Come, I need you.
Madam Chancellor, members of the diplomatic corps...
...honored guests.
The United Federation of Planets welcomes you to Camp Khitomer.
She's out here somewhere.
- But if she's cloaked... - Then all we have is a radiation surge.
By the time we're close enough to record it, we're ashes.
2.06...
2.03...
- Close enough to beam down? - Not yet. In two minutes. 1.58.
Go to impulse power for Khitomer.
Let us redefine progress to mean that just because we can do a thing -
- it does not necessarily follow that we must do that thing.
- Uhura? - Nothing, Captain.
If she's here, she's rigged for silent running.
Coming up on transporter range in 57 seconds.
Transporter room. Stand by to beam down.
53...
48 seconds.
44...
I can see you, Kirk.
Chang.
Can you see me?
Now be honest, Captain. Warrior to warrior.
You do prefer it this way, don't you? As it was meant to be.
No peace in our time.
"Once more unto the breach, dear friends."
- This is fun. - Reverse engines. All astern.
One and a half impulse power. Back off!
What's she waiting for?
Probably attempting to ascertain why we are reversing.
Wondering whether we detect her.
Incoming!
- In range? - Not yet, sir.
Come on!
- She'll fly apart. - Fly her apart, then!
Many speculated about my father's motives.
Some said he was an idealist. Others said he had no choice.
If Praxis had not exploded, his idealism wouldn't have found expression.
We are a proud race.
We are here because we intend to go on being proud.
- Go to auxiliary power! - Auxiliary circuits destroyed.
"Tickle us, do we not laugh? Prick us, do we not bleed?"
"Wrong us, shall we not revenge?"
Gas.
Gas, Captain. Under impulse power she expands fuel, like all vessels.
We call it "plasma", but it is merely ionized gas.
What about our equipment to catalogue gaseous anomalies?
The thing's got to have a tail-pipe.
Doctor, would you assist me in performing surgery on a torpedo?
Fascinating.
Hard to starboard.
The proposed agenda is as follows: The evacuation of Kronos -
- has been calculated within the 50 Earth year time span.
Phase 1- preparation for evacuation...
Captain, she's packing quite a wallop. Shields weakening.
Shields up! Alright, now we're giving them something else to shoot at.
The game's afoot.
- Excelsior's been hit! - "Our revels now are ended", Kirk.
"Cry havoc, and let slip the dogs of war."
- Bones, where's my torpedo? - Bet you wished you'd stayed in bed.
Shields collapsing!
The key, please. Time is short.
- The hull has been compromised. - I wonder how bad.
Connect echo-bars.
...discuss the report on phase 2.
- Alter circuit A. - Sensor.
...we commence within minutes of the preparation.
- "I am constant as the Northern star." - I'd give real money, if he'd shut up.
Plate, please.
...and assimilation will consume...
We've got a heart beat.
...with the Klingon Empire...
Key, please.
- Where's that torpedo? - She's ready.
Lock and load!
Fire!
"To be... or not"...
..."to be."
Target that explosion and fire.
Fire!
This work will occupy us throughout most of the week.
I hope that the delegation -
- can implement the provisions of Phase 1 by the first of next month.
As you know, time is of the essence.
Out of the way!
Mr. President!
Kirk, Enterprise.
- Arrest those men! - Arrest yourself!
We've got a full confession.
- This is not Klingon blood. - Cartwright. Just a minute.
It's Colonel West!
What's happened? What's the mean of all of this?
It's about the future, Madam Chancellor.
Some people think the future means the end of history.
We haven't run out of history quite yet.
Your father called the future...
..."the undiscovered country".
People can be very frightened of change.
You've restored my father's faith.
And you've restored my son's.
Once again, we've saved civilization as we know it.
And they're not going to prosecute.
They could have prosecuted me. I felt like Val'eris.
They don't arrest people for having feelings.
And it's a good thing, too. If they did, we'd all have to turn ourselves in.
- Captain Kirk. - Captain Sulu.
As much to the crew of the Enterprise, I owe you my thanks.
Nice to see you in action one more time, Captain Kirk. Take care.
- My God, that's a big ship. - Not so big as her captain.
So... This is goodbye?
It's about time we got underway ourselves.
Captain, I have orders from Starfleet Command.
We're to put back to space dock immediately... to be decommissioned.
If I were human, I believe my response would be:
"Go to hell."
If I were human.
Course heading, Captain?
Second star to the right.
And straight on 'til morning.
Captain's log, stardate 9529.1.
This is the final cruise of the Starship Enterprise under my command.
This ship, and her history -
- will shortly become the care of another crew.
To them and their posterity will we commit our future.
They'll continue the voyages we have begun -
- and journey to all the undiscovered countries -
- boldly going where no man, where no one...
...has gone before.