What do you make of it?
It appears to be a probe, Captain,
from an intelligence unknown to us.
Continue transmitting universal peace and hello
in all known languages.
Get me Starfleet command.
Ready, captain.
Starfleet command, this is U.S.S. Saratoga
patrolling sector five, neutral zone.
We're tracking a probe of unknown origin
on apparent trajectory
to the Terran solar system.
Attempts to communicate with the probe
have been negative on all known frequencies.
Continue tracking.
We will analyze transmissions and advise.
Roger, Starfleet.
Saratoga out.
6...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
There. Hold the image.
Hold!
Behold the quintessential devil
in these matters...
James T. Kirk, renegade and terrorist.
Not only is he responsible
for the murder of a Klingon crew,
see now the real plot and intentions.
Even as this federation
was negotiating a treaty with us,
Kirk was developing the Genesis torpedo,
conceived by Kirk's son
and test detonated by the admiral himself.
The result of this awesome energy
was euphemistically called the Genesis planet,
a secret base from which to launch
the annihilation of the Klingon people!
We demand the extradition of Kirk.
We demand justice!
Klingon justice is a unique point of view,
Mr. President.
Genesis was perfectly named...
the creation of life, not death.
The Klingons shed the first blood
while attempting to possess its secrets.
Vulcans are well-known as the intellectual puppets
of this federation.
Your vessel did destroy U.S.S. Grissom.
Your men did kill Kirk's son.
Do you deny these events?
We deny nothing.
We have the right to preserve our race.
You have the right to commit murder?
Silence.
Silence!
There will be no further outbursts
from the floor.
Mr. President, I have come to speak
on behalf of the accused.
Personal bias.
His son was saved by Kirk.
Mr. Ambassador, with all respect,
the council's deliberations are over.
Then Kirk goes unpunished?
Admiral Kirk has been charged
with nine violations
of Starfleet regulations.
Starfleet regulations? That's outrageous!
Remember this well...
There shall be no peace
as long as Kirk lives.
You pompous ass!
Captain's log, stardate 8390.
We're in the third month of our Vulcan exile.
Dr. McCoy, with his sense of historical irony,
named our captured Klingon vessel.
And like those mutineers of 500 years ago,
we, too, have a hard choice to make.
Dr. McCoy?
Aye, sir.
Mr. Scott?
Aye, sir.
Uhura?
Aye, sir.
Chekov?
Aye, sir.
Sulu?
Aye, sir.
Let the record show
that the commander and the crew
of the late Starship Enterprise
have voted unanimously to return to earth
to face the consequences of their actions
in the rescue of their comrade, Captain Spock.
Thank you all.
Repair stations, please.
Mr. Scott.
Aye, sir?
When can we leave?
Give me one more day.
Damage control is easy.
Reading Klingon, that's hard.
You'd think they could send a ship.
It's bad enough to be court-martialed,
but to have to go home
in this Klingon flea trap...
We can learn from it.
It's got a cloaking device.
I just wish we could cloak the stench.
Computer, resume testing.
Who said, "Logic is the cement
"of our civilization
with which we ascend from chaos"?
T'plana-hath, matron of Vulcan philosophy.
What is the molecular formula
of sulfite crystals?
White queen to section five, grid six.
Queen takes knight.
Rook takes queen. Checkmate.
What contribution to bioengineering
was made on Klendth?
The universal atmospheric element compensator.
Starship sensors indicate
it is being pursued so closely,
it occupies the pursuer's space.
Identify object and its cultural significance.
Klingon mummification glyph.
What were the principal events on earth, 1987?
What was Kiri-kin-tha's law?
Nothing unreal exists.
Adjust the sine wave of this magnetic envelope
so that antineutrons can pass through.
How do you feel?
I do not understand the question.
What is it, Spock?
I do not understand the question, mother.
But you're half human.
The computer knows that.
The question is irrelevant.
Spock, the retraining of your mind
has been in the Vulcan way,
so you may not understand feelings,
but as my son, you have them.
They will surface.
As you wish, since you value them,
but I cannot wait here to find them.
Why? Where must you go?
I must go to earth to offer testimony.
You do this for friendship.
I do it because I was there.
Spock... does the good of the many
outweigh the good of the one?
I would accept that as axiom.
Then you stand here alive because of a mistake
made by your flawed, feeling, human friends.
They have sacrificed their futures
because they believed
that the good of the one... you...
was more important to them.
Humans make illogical decisions.
They do, indeed.
[Screeee]
Here it comes now.
[Screeee]
What's causing that?
Their call's being carried
on a powerful amplification wave.
Can we isolate it?
Negative. It's impacting on all our systems.
Yellow alert. Shields up.
Helm, reduce closing speed.
Thruster controls
have been neutralized.
Emergency thrusters.
No response, Captain.
Emergency lights.
Damage report.
All systems have failed.
We're functioning on reserve power.
[Screeee]
Starfleet command, this is Saratoga.
Can you hear me? Come in, please.
Come in, please.
[Screeee]
Thank you, sir.
Status report, Admiral.
Not good, Mr. President.
The probe is headed directly toward us.
Its signal is damaging
everything in its path.
Klingons have lost two vessels.
Two starships and three smaller vessels
have been neutralized.
Neutralized? How?
We don't know.
Get me the Yorktown.
Emergency channel 2130.
Code red.
It has been three hours since our contact
with the alien probe.
All attempts at regaining power
have failed.
It's using forms of energy
our best scientists do not understand.
Can you protect us?
We're launching everything we have.
Our chief engineer
is trying to deploy a makeshift solar sail.
We have high hopes
that this will, if successful,
generate power to keep us alive.
[Screeee]
Systems report, communications.
Communications systems all ready, sir.
Communications officer as ready as she'll ever be.
Mr. Sulu?
Guidance is functional.
Computer will interface with federation memory bank.
Weapons systems.
Cloaking device now available
on all flight modes.
That's a lot of work.
I do not wish to be shot down
on the way to our own funeral.
Engine room. Report, Mr. Scott.
I've converted the dilithium sequencer
into something a little less primitive,
and I have replaced the Klingon food packs.
They were giving me a sour stomach.
Prepare for departure.
Everybody not going to Earth
had better get off.
Saavik...
this is goodbye.
Yes, Admiral.
Thank you.
Sir... I have not had the opportunity
to tell you about your son.
David died most bravely.
He saved Spock.
He saved us all.
I thought you should know.
Good day, Captain Spock.
May your journey be free of incident.
Live long and prosper, Lieutenant.
Permission to come aboard.
Permission granted.
Thank you, Admiral.
Jim. Spock, Jim.
Don't you remember?
It wouldn't be proper to call you Jim
while you're in command.
Also, I must apologize for my attire.
I seem to have misplaced my uniform.
Station.
You sure this is such a bright idea?
What do you mean?
I mean him back at his post
like nothing happened.
He's not exactly working on all thrusters.
It'll come back to him.
Are you sure?
That's what I thought.
Mr. Sulu... take us home.
Thrusters functional.
One quarter impulse power.
[Screeee]
Space dock, this is Starfleet.
Launch all vessels. Launch all vessels.
Space dock doors are inoperative.
All emergency systems are nonfunctional.
Engage reserve power.
Starfleet, this is space dock
on emergency channel.
We have lost all internal power.
[Screeee]
Estimating planet Earth, 1.6 hours, present speed.
Continue on course.
Mr. Chekov, any sign of federation escort?
There are no federation vessels
on assigned patrol stations.
That's odd.
Uhura, what's on the comm channels?
Very active, sir.
Multiphasic transmissions,
overlapping.
It's almost a gibberish.
Let me see if I can sort it out.
Hi.
Busy?
Uhura is busy.
I am monitoring.
Hmm.
I just wanted to say
It's nice to have your Katra
back in your head and not in mine.
I may have carried your soul,
but I sure couldn't fill your shoes.
My shoes?
Forget it.
Perhaps we could cover
a little philosophical ground.
Life, death, life.
Things of that nature.
I did not have time on Vulcan to review
the philosophical disciplines.
Come on, Spock.
It's me, McCoy.
You really have gone where no man's gone before.
What did it feel like?
It's impossible to discuss
without a common frame of reference.
You're joking.
A joke... is a story with a humorous climax.
I have to die to discuss your insights on death?
I'm receiving a number of distress calls.
I don't doubt it.
Juneau, Alaska, clouds increasing 95%.
Tokyo. Total cloud coverage.
All power from reserve banks.
Leningrad has lost all electrical power.
Cloud coverage 100%.
Temperatures decreasing rapidly.
What is the estimate cloud cover of the planet?
78.6% .
Notify all stations.
Starfleet emergency. Red alert.
Switch power immediately to planetary reserves.
Switching now.
Red alert.
We are now on red alert.
Attention, attention. Red alert.
Mr. President,
even with planetary reserves,
we cannot survive without the sun.
I'm well aware of that, Admiral.
Ambassador Sarek,
I'm afraid you're trapped here with us.
There seems to be no way we can answer this probe.
It's difficult to answer
when one does not understand the question.
[Screeee]
Mr. President...
perhaps you should transmit
a planetary distress signal...
while we still have time.
[Screeee]
Admiral.
What is it?
Overlapping distress calls
and now a message from the federation.
On screen.
This is the president
of the United Federation of Planets.
Do not approach Earth.
The transmissions of an orbiting probe
are causing critical damage to this planet.
It's almost totally ionized our atmosphere.
All power sources have failed.
All earth-orbiting starships are powerless.
The probe is vaporizing our oceans.
We cannot survive unless a way can be found
to respond to the probe.
Further communications may not be possible.
Save your energy.
Save yourselves.
Avoid the planet earth at all costs.
Farewell.
Can you let us hear the probe's transmission?
Yes, sir.
On speakers.
[Screeee]
Spock, what do you make of that?
Most unusual.
An unknown form of energy
of great power and intelligence,
evidently unaware
that its transmissions are destructive.
I find it illogical
that its intentions are hostile.
Is this its way of saying "Hi there"
to the people of the Earth?
There are other forms of intelligence
on Earth, Doctor.
Only human arrogance would assume
the message must be meant for man.
You're suggesting the transmission
is meant for a life form
other than man.
At least a possibility, Admiral.
The president did say
it was directed at Earth's oceans.
Uhura, can you modify the probe signals
accounting for density
and temperature and solidity factors?
I can try, sir.
[Pitch Lowers]
[Mroow Mroow]
I think I have it, sir.
[Wrooo]
This is what it would sound like underwater?
Yes, sir.
[Ererr]
[Wrooo]
Fascinating.
If my suspicion is correct,
there can be no response to this message.
Excuse me.
Where are you going?
To test my theory.
Bones, you stay here.
No way.
Somebody's got to keep an eye on him.
[Wrooo]
Spock?
As suspected.
The probe's transmissions
are the songs sung by whales.
Whales.
Specifically, humpback whales.
That's crazy.
Who would send a probe hundreds of light-years
to talk to whales?
Whales have been on earth
far earlier than man.
10 million years earlier.
Humpbacks were heavily hunted by man.
They've been extinct since the 21 st century.
It's possible that an alien intelligence
sent the probe to determine
why they lost contact.
My God.
Spock...
could the humpback's answer to this call
be simulated?
The sounds, but not the language.
We'd be responding in gibberish.
Does the species exist on any other planet?
Negative.
Humpbacks were indigenous to Earth,
Earth of the past.
Well...
We have no choice.
We must destroy the probe
before it destroys earth.
That would be futile.
The probe could render us neutral easily.
We can't just turn away.
There must be an alternative.
There is one possibility,
but I cannot guarantee success.
We could attempt to find
some humpback whales.
You said there aren't any,
except on Earth of the past.
That is exactly what I said.
Well, in that case...
Now wait just a damn minute.
Spock...
start your computations
for time warp.
Bones, you come with me.
[Screeee Screeee]
Red alert.
We need that power
to keep medical facilities functioning.
All underground storage systems
have been shut down due to contamination.
Red alert.
Hey, Tom, get those steel plates in here!
Red alert.
Scotty, how long is this bay?
About 60 feet, Admiral.
Can you enclose it to hold water?
I suppose I could.
Planning to take a swim?
Off the deep end.
We've got to find some humpbacks.
Humpbacked people?
Whales, Mr. Scott. Whales.
About 45 to 50 feet long.
About 40 tons each.
You're trying time travel in this rust bucket?
We've done it before.
Slingshot around the sun.
Don't pick up enough speed
and you're fried.
Prefer to do nothing?
I prefer common sense.
You're proposing that we go backwards in time
to find humpback whales,
bring them forward in time,
and hope they tell this probe
what to do with itself.
That's the general idea.
That's crazy!
You have a better idea? Now's the time.
Computations, Mr. Spock?
In progress, Admiral.
Uhura, get through to Starfleet command.
[Screeee]
I'm picking up a faint transmission.
I think it's Admiral Kirk calling.
On screen.
Starfleet command, this is Admiral James T. Kirk,
on route to earth aboard a Klingon vessel.
We have intercepted and analyzed
the call of the probe threatening Earth.
Satellite reserve power. Now.
Only the extinct species humpback whale
Can give a proper response to the probe.
Stabilize.
Emergency reserve.
Starfleet command, do you read me?
Go ahead. We hear you.
Starfleet command, if you read me,
we're going to attempt time travel.
We are computing our trajectory
at this time... this time.
Get him back. Get him back!
Ready to engage computer, Admiral.
What's our target in time?
Late 20th century.
Can you be more specific?
Not with this equipment.
I've programmed some of the variables
from memory.
What are the variables?
Availability of fuel components,
vessel mass through a time continuum,
and probable location of whales...
In this case, the Pacific basin.
You've programmed that from memory?
I have.
"Angels and ministers of grace, defend us."
Hamlet, act I, scene IV.
No doubt about your memory, Spock.
Engage computers.
Prepare for warp speed.
Shields, Mr. Chekov.
Shields, aye.
May fortune favor the foolish.
Warp speed, Mr. Sulu.
Warp 2.
Warp 3.
Steady as she goes.
Warp 4.
Warp 5.
Warp 6.
Warp 7.
Warp 8!
Sir, heat shields at maximum.
Warp 9!
9.2.
9.3.
We need breakaway speed.
9.5.
9.6.
9.7.
9.8.
I'm OK! I'm fine!
Now, Mr. Sulu!
Oh, oh...
Wait. Wait...
Oh, I should never have left...
Coming up now, sir.
My God, Jim, where are we?
It's the human thing to do.
Spock, you're talking about the end of human life.
[Whales Singing]
Mr. Sulu.
Aye, sir.
What is our condition?
Sir, the braking thrusters have fired.
Picture, please.
Earth.
But when?
Spock?
Judging by the atmospheric pollution,
I believe we've arrived
at the latter half of the 20th century.
Well done, Spock.
Admiral, if I may.
We're probably already visible
to the tracking devices of the time.
Quite right, Mr. Spock.
Engage cloaking device, Mr. Chekov.
We are crossing the terminator into night.
Homing in on the west coast
of North America.
Admiral,
I am receiving whale song.
Put them on speakers.
[Whales Singing]
Admiral, this is strange.
The song is directly ahead.
It's coming from San Francisco.
From the city?
That doesn't make sense.
Admiral, we have a serious problem.
Would you please come down?
It's these Klingon crystals, Admiral.
The time travel drained them.
They're giving out, decrystallizing.
Give me a round figure.
Oh, 24 hours, give or take, staying cloaked.
After that, we're visible,
and dead in the water.
We won't have enough
to break out of earth's gravity,
let alone get home.
I can't believe we'll be stopped by this.
There's no way of recrystallizing dilithium?
Sorry, sir.
We can't even do that in the 23rd century.
Admiral, there may be
a 20th-century possibility.
Explain.
If memory serves,
there was a dubious flirtation
with nuclear fission reactors
resulting in toxic side effects.
By the beginning of the fusion era,
these reactors had been replaced,
but we may be able to find some.
But you said they were toxic.
We could construct a device to collect
their high-energy photons safely.
These photons could then be injected
into the dilithium chamber
causing crystalline restructure,
theoretically.
Where would we find these reactors,
theoretically?
Nuclear power was widely used
in naval vessels.
San Francisco.
I was born there.
It doesn't look all that different.
Set us down in Golden Gate Park.
Aye, sir.
Descending.
We'll divide into teams.
Commanders Uhura and Chekov, the uranium.
Dr. McCoy, you, Mr. Scott, and Commander Sulu
will convert us a whale tank...
Oh, joy.
While Spock and I
attempt to trace these whale songs to their source.
I'll have bearing and distance, sir.
I want everybody to be careful.
This is terra incognita.
Many of their customs will doubtless surprise us.
It's a foregone conclusion
none of them have seen an extraterrestrial before.
This is an extremely primitive and paranoid culture.
Chekov will issue a phaser and a communicator
to each team.
We'll maintain radio silence except in emergencies.
Those in uniform remove your rank insignia.
Any questions?
All right.
Let's do our job and get out of here.
Our world's waiting for us to save it...
if we can.
Commence landing procedure.
Aye, sir.
You two are fighting again?
I thought you made up last night.
Why are you always fighting?
I like the way she fights.
I said, " If you think I'm spending $60
for a toaster oven, you're crazy."
Then what did she say?
Well, she...
What the hell was that?
Did you see that?
No, and neither did you, so shut up.
Bearing to the whales?
283 degrees,
15.2 kilometers.
Everybody remember where we parked.
Watch where you're going,
you dumb-ass!
Well, double dumb-ass on you!
It's a miracle these people got out of the 20th century.
They're still using money.
We've got to find some.
Spock. Everybody else stay here.
The rest of you, break up.
You look like a cadet review.
Yes. 18th-century American.
Quite valuable.
Are you sure you want to part with them?
How much will you give me?
Weren't those a birthday present
from Dr. McCoy?
They will be again. That's the beauty of it.
How much?
They'd be worth more if the lenses were intact.
I'll give you $100.
Is that a lot?
All right. That's all there is,
so don't splurge.
All set?
Good luck.
Mr. Spock, here we are.
Thanks to your restored memory
and a bit of good luck,
we're walking the streets of San Francisco
looking for a couple of humpback whales.
What's the solution?
Simple logic will suffice.
I'll begin by making use of this map.
I have the distance and bearing
provided by Commander Uhura.
If we juxtapose our coordinates,
we should be able to find our destination
which lies at 283.7 degrees...
I think we'll find them
at the Cetacean Institute in Sausalito...
two humpback whales, George and Gracie.
How do you know?
Simple logic.
What does it mean, "exact change"?
[Horn Honks]
How do we plan to convert this tank?
Ordinarily, I'd do it with transparent aluminum.
You're a number of years too early.
I know. We've got to find the 20th-century equivalent.
But where?
[Speaking Chinese]
Did you find it?
Yes. Under U.S. Government.
Now we need directions.
Sir, can you direct me
to the naval base in Alameda?
It's where they keep the nuclear wessels.
Nu-cle-ar...
wessels.
Excuse us.
Excuse me, we're looking for nuclear wessels.
Can you tell me where the naval base is?
We're looking...
Hello...
we are looking for
the nuclear wessels in Alameda.
Can you help us?
We're looking for the naval base.
Could you tell me where the nuclear wessels are?
I don't know if I know that.
I think it's in Alameda.
That's what I said, Alameda.
But where is Alameda?
¤Just where is our future ¤
¤ The things we've done and said ¤
¤ Let's just push the button ¤
¤ We'd be better off dead ¤
¤ 'Cause I hate you ¤
¤ And I berate you ¤
Excuse me.
Would you mind stopping that noise?
[Turns Up Volume]
¤ The system of our fathers ¤
¤ Is dumped on us, the sons ¤
¤ The only choice we're given ¤
¤ Is how many megatons ¤
Would you mind stopping that damn noise?
¤ And I say screw you ¤
¤ And I hope you're blue, too ¤
¤ We're all bloody...¤¤
[Music Stops]
Admiral, may I ask you a question?
Spock, don't call me Admiral.
You used to call me Jim.
Don't you remember "Jim"?
What's your question?
Your use of language
has altered since our arrival.
It is currently laced
with more colorful metaphors...
"Double dumb-ass on you" and so forth.
You mean the profanity?
That's simply how they talk here.
Nobody pays any attention to you
unless you swear every other word.
It's in all the literature of the period.
For example?
The works of Jacqueline Susann,
the novels of Harold Robbins.
Ah.
The giants.
The next showing of
the wonderful world of whales
will begin in five minutes
in the Ferrari Marine Theater.
Smile!
O.K.
Oh. Here I go.
Good morning!
I'm your guide this morning.
My name is Dr. Gillian Taylor,
assistant director
of the Maritime Cetacean Institute.
So, please follow me,
and just yell if you can't hear me.
The Cetacean Institute
is the only museum in the world
exclusively devoted to whales.
As you can see, we have a great deal to offer,
but that is small
compared to what we don't know about whales.
The first commonly held misconception
is that whales are fish.
They're not. They're mammals like us...
warm-blooded, needing air to breathe,
and producing milk to nurse their young.
Do whales attack people
like in Moby Dick?
No. Most whales don't even have teeth.
They have a soft, gum-like tissue
that strains tiny shrimp for food.
That's the limit of their hostility.
Unfortunately, their principal enemy
is far, far more aggressive.
You mean man.
To put it mildly.
Since the dawn of time,
men have harvested whales for a variety of purposes,
most of which can be achieved synthetically now.
100 years ago, using hand-thrown harpoons,
man did plenty of damage.
But that is nothing
compared to his achievements this century.
This is mankind's legacy...
whales hunted to the brink of extinction.
Virtually gone is the blue whale,
the largest creature ever to inhabit the earth.
Despite all attempts at banning whaling,
there are still countries and pirates
currently engaged in the slaughter
of these inoffensive creatures.
Where the humpback whale
once numbered in the hundreds of thousands,
today there are less than 10,000 specimens alive.
Those that are taken in are no longer fully grown.
In addition, many female whales are killed
while bearing unborn calves.
To hunt a species to extinction
is not logical.
Who ever said
the human race was logical?
If you'll follow me, I'll introduce you
to the institute's pride and joy.
This is the largest seawater tank in the world,
and it contains
the only two humpback whales in captivity.
They are mature humpbacks
weighing 45,000 pounds each.
They wandered into San Francisco Bay as calves
and were brought here.
We call them George and Gracie.
It's perfect, Spock.
A male and female humpback in a contained space.
We beam them up together, consider ourselves lucky.
Beautiful, aren't they?
And extremely intelligent.
Now if you'll follow me, please.
Despite all they're teaching us,
we have to return George and Gracie to the open sea.
Why is that?
Well, for one thing,
we can't afford to keep feeding them
2 tons of shrimp per day.
How soon?
Soon.
It's too bad, too,
because they're quite friendly,
as you could see.
I've grown quite attached to them.
And now here's a much better way
to see George and Gracie...
underwater.
[Whale Singing]
What you're hearing is recorded whale song.
It's sung by the male.
He'll sing anywhere from 6 to 30 minutes
and then start again.
Other whales pick up his song
and pass it on.
The songs change every year,
and we still don't know what purpose they serve.
Are they some kind of navigational signal?
Could they be part of the mating ritual?
Or is it pure communication beyond our comprehension?
Frankly, we just don't know yet.
Maybe he's singing to that man.
Look, there's a guy swimming in there.
How did he get in there?
What the hell?
Excuse me. Wait right here.
Excuse me.
Excuse me, please.
Who the hell are you?
What were you doing in there?
Yes, speak up.
Attempting the hell to communicate.
Communicate what? You have no right here!
You heard the lady.
Admiral, if we assumed
these whales are ours to do with as we please,
we'd be as guilty as those
who caused their extinction.
O.K.
I don't know what's going on,
but get out now, or I call the cops.
That's not necessary. We're trying to help.
Your friend was messing up my tanks and my whales.
They like you, but they're not your whales.
They told you that?
The hell they did.
Right.
Spock.
Yes?
About those colorful metaphors
that we've discussed...
you shouldn't try using them anymore.
Why not?
You haven't quite got the knack of it.
I see.
It's not always necessary to tell the truth.
I cannot tell a lie.
I don't mean lie,
but you could exaggerate.
Exaggerate?
Exaggerate. You've done it before.
Can't you remember?
The hell I can't.
What else did you learn from your mind meld?
They're unhappy about the way their species
has been treated by man.
Are they going to help us?
I believe I successfully communicated our intentions.
It's all right.
Yes, I know.
They didn't mean any harm.
Heard there was some excitement.
Oh, just a couple of kooks.
How you doing?
I'm fine.
Don't tell me fish stories.
I've known you too long.
Bob, it's tearing me apart, OK?
I know.
I feel the same thing, but we're stuck.
We can't keep them without risking their lives.
Letting them go means taking the same chance.
I know, I know.
Besides, we're not talking about human beings.
Their intelligence has never been proven...
Oh, come on, Bob!
My compassion for someone
is not limited
to my estimate of their intelligence.
Team leader, this is team two.
Come in, please.
I have the coordinates of the reactor.
Team two, Kirk here.
Admiral, we have found the nuclear wessel.
Well done, team two.
And, Admiral,
it is the Enterprise.
Understood.
What's your plan?
We'll beam in tonight,
collect the photons, and beam out.
No one will know.
Understood and approved.
Keep me informed.
Kirk out.
There she is.
If we play our cards right,
we'll find out when those whales are leaving.
How will playing cards help?
Well, if it isn't Robin Hood and Friar Tuck.
Where you fellas heading?
Back to San Francisco.
Came all the way down here
just to swim with the kiddies?
Very little point in my trying to explain.
I'll buy that. What about him?
Him? He's harmless.
Back in the sixties,
he was part of the free speech movement at Berkeley.
He did too much LDS.
LDS?
Hmm.
Why don't you let me give you a lift?
I have a weakness for hard luck cases.
We don't want to be any trouble.
You've already been that.
Well, thank you very much.
Don't mention it.
And don't try anything.
I got a tire iron handy.
So... you were at Berkeley?
I was not.
Memory problems, too.
Where are you from?
Iowa.
Oh, a landlubber.
What were you guys
really trying to do back there?
If it was some kind of macho thing,
I'll be real disappointed.
I really hate that macho stuff.
Can I ask you a question?
Go ahead.
What's going to happen when you release the whales?
They're going to have to take their chances.
What's that mean, take their chances?
It means
they'll be at risk from whale hunters
the same as all the humpbacks.
What did you mean when you said
that stuff about extinction?
I meant...
He meant what you said on the tour...
that unless things change,
the humpbacks will disappear forever.
He didn't say that.
"If we assumed those whales
"are ours to do with as we pleased,
"we'd be as guilty
as those who caused their extinction."
I have a photographic memory.
I see words.
Isn't it time for a colorful metaphor?
You're not from the military, are you,
trying to teach whales to retrieve torpedoes
or some dipshit stuff?
No, ma'am. No dipshit.
Good. I would have let you off right here.
Gracie is pregnant.
O.K., who are you?
Don't jerk me around anymore.
How do you know that?
We can't tell you,
but I can tell you we're not in the military,
and we won't harm the whales.
Then what are you...
In fact, we could help you in ways
that you couldn't possibly imagine.
Or believe, I'll bet.
Very likely.
You're not exactly catching us at our best.
That much is certain.
I have a hunch
that we'd all be a lot happier
discussing this over dinner.
What do you say?
You guys like Italian?
- Yes. - No.
I love Italian.
And so do you.
Yes.
Sam, you got a phone call on line one.
Sam, call on line one.
Professor Scott.
I'm Dr. Nichols, the plant manager.
I'm terribly sorry.
There's been an awful mix-up.
I was never told about your visit.
I've tried to clear things up, Professor Scott.
I explained you'd come all the way from Edinburgh
on appointment
to study methods of manufacturing by Plexicorp,
but they don't know anything about it.
Don't know anything about it?
It's hard to believe
that I've come millions of miles...
thousands.
Thousands of miles on an invited tour...
Professor Scott, if you'll just...
I demand to see the owners!
Professor Scott, take it easy!
Dr. Nichols has offered
to show us the plant personally.
He has?
With pleasure.
Well, that's different.
Gregory!
Whoa!
Professor.
May my assistant join us?
Of course.
Don't bury yourself in the part.
Hi.
Good-looking ship.
Huey 204, isn't it?
Right on.