CLASS M PLANET NIBIRU
Damn it, man! That was our ride! You just stunned our ride!
Oh, great.
Run!
What the hell did you take?
I have no idea, but they were bowing to it.
Kirk to Shuttle One.
Locals are out of the kill zone.
You are clear. Repeat.
Spock, get in there, neutralize the volcano and let's get out of here.
We have to do this now! I told the Captain
the shuttle wasn't built for this kind of heat.
Captain, did the indigenous life forms see you?
No, Mr. Spock, they did not.
The Prime Directive clearly states
there can be no interference
with the internal development of alien civilizations.
I know what it says! Which is why I'm running
through the jungle wearing a disguise!
Now drop off your super ice cube and let's go! Kirk out!
You're good.
If we're gonna do this, we've got to do it now!
This ash is killing our coils.
You sure you don't want me to go instead?
That would be highly illogical as I am already outfitted...
Spock, I was kidding.
-You got this. -Guys! We have to go! Now!
They're trying to kill us!
They're trying to kill us, Jim!
I'll see you in 90 seconds.
Do it, do it!
Prerequisite change, 2-7-3...
ENGINE OVERHEATING
I can't hold this position.
Spock, I've got to pull you back up.
Negative. This is our only chance to save this species.
If this volcano erupts, the planet dies.
Pull him back up. Now!
Spock, are you okay?
I am,
surprisingly, alive. Stand by.
We have to get him back. I'll suit up. I'm gonna go down.
We have to abandon the shuttle.
-We can't just leave him, Sulu! -We don't have a choice!
Uhura, I'm sorry.
Spock, we're going back to the Enterprise.
We'll get you out of there.
Captain, I'm ditching the shuttle.
You've got to make it to the Enterprise on your own.
Wonderful!
-Uhura! You ready to swim? -I'm ready.
Jim!
Jim! The beach is that way!
I know! We're not going to the beach!
Oh, no, no, no!
I hate this!
I know you do!
Do you have any idea how ridiculous it is
to hide a starship on the bottom of the ocean?
We've been down here since last night!
The salt water's gonna ruin the...
Scotty! Where's Spock?
Still in the volcano, sir.
Captain on the bridge!
Lieutenant, do we have an open channel to Mr. Spock?
The heat's frying his comms, but we still have contact.
Spock?
I have activated the device, Captain.
When the countdown is complete,
the reaction should render the volcano inert.
Yeah, and that's gonna render him inert!
Do we have use of the transporters?
-Negative, sir. -Not with these magnetic fields.
I need to beam Spock back to the ship.
Give me one way to do it.
Maybe if we had a direct line of sight.
-If we got closer... -Hold on, wee man!
You're talking about an active volcano!
Sir, if that thing erupts,
I cannae guarantee we can withstand the heat!
I don't know that we can maintain that kind of altitude.
Our shuttle was concealed by the ash cloud,
but the Enterprise is too large.
If utilized in a rescue effort,
it would be revealed to the indigenous species.
Spock, nobody knows the rules better than you,
but there has got to be an exception.
None. Such action violates the Prime Directive.
Shut up, Spock! We're trying to save you, damn it!
Doctor, the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few.
Spock, we're talking about your life!
The rule cannot be broken...
Spock!
Try to get him back online.
Ninety seconds to detonations.
If Spock were here and I were there, what would he do?
He'd let you die.
Spock!
You all right?
Captain, you let them see our ship.
He's fine.
-Bridge to Captain Kirk. -Yes, Lieutenant.
Is Commander Spock on board, sir?
Safely and soundly.
Please notify him that his device
has successfully detonated.
You hear that? Congratulations, Spock.
You just saved the world.
You violated the Prime Directive.
Oh, come on, Spock. They saw us. Big deal.
STAR TREK INTO DARKNESS
LONDON 2259.55
Royal Children's Hospital
I can save her.
What did you say?
Your daughter.
I can save her.
Who are you?
Oh, Jim. Come on, let it go.
Jim!
You're not actually gonna answer that, are you?
SAN FRANCISCO STARFLEET HQ
Spock, I'm telling you, this is why he called. I can feel it.
Your feeling aside, I consider it highly unlikely
that we will be selected for the new program.
Why else would Pike want to see us?
Forget about seniority.
They gave us the newest ship in the fleet.
I mean, who else are they gonna send out?
I can think of numerous possibilities.
A five-year mission, Spock!
That's deep space! That's uncharted territory!
Think how incredible that's gonna be.
Hey, ladies. Jim Kirk.
-"Uneventful." -Admiral?
It's the way you described the survey of Nibiru in your captain's log.
Yes, sir, I didn't want to waste your time going over the details.
Tell me more about this volcano.
Data says it was highly volatile.
If it were to erupt, it would wipe out the planet.
Let's hope it doesn't, sir.
Something tells me it won't.
Well, sir, volatile is all relative.
Maybe our data was off.
Or maybe it didn't erupt
because Mr. Spock detonated a cold fusion device
inside it right after a civilization
that's barely invented the wheel
happened to see a starship rising out of their ocean!
That is pretty much how you describe it, is it not?
-Admiral... -You filed a report?
Why didn't you tell me?
I incorrectly assumed that you would be truthful in your captain's log.
Yeah, I would have been if I didn't have to save your life.
A fact for which I am immeasurably grateful
and the very reason I felt it necessary
to take responsibility for the actions...
Take responsibility, yeah.
That'd be so noble, pointy,
if you weren't also throwing me under the bus.
"Pointy"? Is that a derogatory reference to...
Gentlemen.
Starfleet's mandate is to explore and observe, not to interfere.
Had the mission gone according to plan, Admiral,
the indigenous species would never
have been aware of our interference.
That's a technicality.
I am Vulcan, sir. We embrace technicality.
Are you giving me attitude, Spock?
I'm expressing multiple attitudes simultaneously, sir.
To which are you referring?
Out.
You're dismissed, Commander.
You have any idea what a pain in the ass you are?
I think so, sir.
So tell me what you did wrong.
What's the lesson to be learned here?
Never trust a Vulcan.
Now, see, you can't even answer the question. You lied.
On an official report, you lied.
You think the rules don't apply to you
'cause you disagree with them.
That's why you talked me into signing up in the first place.
It's why you gave me your ship.
I gave you my ship because I saw a greatness in you.
And now, I see you haven't got an ounce of humility.
What was I supposed to do, let Spock die?
You're missing the point.
I don't think I am, sir. What would you have done?
I wouldn't have risked my First Officer's life
in the first place!
You were supposed to survey a planet,
not alter its destiny!
You violated a dozen Starfleet regulations
and almost got everyone under your command killed.
Except I didn't!
You know how many crew members I've lost? Not one!
That's your problem, you think you're infallible!
You think you can't make a mistake.
It's a pattern with you!
-The rules are for other people! -Some should be.
And what's worse is you using blind luck
to justify your playing God!
Given the circumstances,
this has been brought to Admiral Marcus's attention.
He convened a special tribunal, to which I was not invited.
You understand what Starfleet regulations mandate
be done at this point.
They've taken the Enterprise away from you.
They're sending you back to the Academy.
Admiral, listen...
-No, I'm not going to listen. -I can justify...
Why should I listen? I'm not going to listen.
You don't listen to anybody but yourself!
I understand regulation, but every decision I've made...
No! I can't listen!
You don't comply with the rules,
you don't take responsibility for anything,
and you don't respect the chair.
You know why?
Because you're not ready for it.
LONDON
KELVIN MEMORIAL ARCHIVE
I'm going to need three titanium...
Radiation protection is required in this area.
TRANSMISSION SENT
How did you find me?
I know you better than you think I do.
The first time I found you was in a dive like this.
Remember that? You got your ass handed to you.
No, I didn't.
-You don't? -No, that's not what happened.
-That was an epic beating. -No, it wasn't.
You had napkins hanging out of your nose.
Did you not?
Yeah, that was a good fight.
"A good fight."
I think that's your problem right there.
They gave her back to me.
The Enterprise.
Congratulations.
Watch your back with that First Officer, though.
Spock's not going to be working with me.
He's been transferred.
U.S.S. Bradbury.
You're going to be my First Officer.
Yeah, Marcus took some convincing.
But every now and then I can make a good case.
What did you tell him?
The truth.
That I believe in you.
That if anybody deserves a second chance, it's Jim Kirk.
I don't know what to say.
That is a first.
It's going to be okay, son.
"Emergency session, Daystrom."
That's us.
Yeah.
Suit up.
All Starfleet personnel, please be advised,
-new security protocols are in effect. -Captain.
Not anymore, Spock. First Officer.
I was demoted and you were reassigned.
It is fortunate that the consequences
were not more severe.
You've got to be kidding me.
Captain, it was never my intention...
Not Captain.
I saved your life, Spock.
You wrote a report, I lost my ship.
Commander, I see now I should have alerted you
to the fact that I submitted the report.
No, I'm familiar with your compulsion
to follow the rules. But you see, I can't do that.
Where I come from, if someone saves your life,
you don't stab him in the back.
Vulcans cannot lie.
Then I'm talking to the half-human part of you.
All right?
Do you understand why I went back for you?
Commander Spock? Frank Abbot, U.S.S. Bradbury.
Guess you're with me.
Yes, Captain.
The truth is
I'm going to miss you.
Admiral Marcus, sir.
Thank you for convening on such short notice.
Be seated.
By now, some of you have heard what happened in London.
The target was a Starfleet data archive.
Now it's a damned hole in the ground,
42 men and women are dead.
One hour ago,
I received a message from a Starfleet officer,
who confessed to carrying out this attack,
that he was being forced to do it by this man,
Commander John Harrison. He's one of our own.
And he is the man responsible for this act of savagery.
For reasons unknown, John Harrison has just declared
a one-man war against Starfleet.
And under no circumstances are we to allow this man
to escape Federation space.
You here tonight represent the senior command
of all the vessels in the region.
And in the name of those we lost,
you will run this bastard down.
This is a manhunt, pure and simple, so let's get to work.
Earth's perimeter sensors have not detected
any warp signatures leaving the system,
so we know he can't be far.
You will park your ships in a blockade formation
then deploy search vehicles and landing parties
to run down every lead.
This man has shown willingness to kill innocent people,
so the rules of engagement are simple.
If you come across this man and fear for your life
or the lives of those nearby,
you are authorized to use deadly force on sight.
-What's in the bag? -James, not now.
It doesn't seem odd to you that he'd target an archive?
It's like bombing a library.
Chris? Everything okay there?
Yes, sir. Mr. Kirk is just acclimating
to his new position as First Officer.
You got something to say, Kirk, say it.
Tomorrow's too late.
I'm fine, sir. My apologies.
Spit it out, son. Don't be shy.
Why the archive?
All that information is public record.
If he really wanted to damage Starfleet,
this could just be the beginning.
The beginning of what, Mr. Kirk?
Sir, in the event of an attack, protocol mandates
that senior command gather captains and first officers
at Starfleet H.Q., right here
-in this room. -It is curious Harrison
would commandeer a jumpship without warp capabilities...
Clear the room!
No!
We need an air defense team! Daystrom Conference Room!
-Let's go! -Cover me!
-Target acquired. -Take him out!
Watch my flank!
-Go, go, go! -Cover me!
Fire!
Yeah?
Commander, Mr. Scott has found something
in the wreckage of Harrison's ship.
He has asked to see us right away.
Captain! I found this in the crashed jumpship, sir.
-This is how the bastard got away. -What do you mean?
It's a portable transwarp beaming device.
Well, can you figure out where he went?
I already did, sir. And you're no gonna like it.
He's gone to the one place we...
We just can't go.
Admiral, sir, he's not on Earth.
He's on Kronos, sir.
I request my command be reinstated
and your permission to go after him.
Give us a minute.
-Kronos. -Yes, sir.
So Harrison's gone to the Klingon homeworld.
-Is he defecting? -We're not sure, sir.
He has taken refuge in the Ketha Province,
a region uninhabited for decades.
He's gotta be hiding there, sir!
He knows if we even go near Klingon space,
it'd be all-out war.
Starfleet can't go after him, but I can.
Please, sir.
All-out war with the Klingons is inevitable, Mr. Kirk.
If you ask me, it's already begun.
Since we first learned of their existence,
the Klingon Empire has conquered and occupied
two planets that we know of
and fired on our ships half a dozen times.
They are coming our way.
London was not an archive.
It was a top-secret branch of Starfleet
designated Section 31.
They were developing defense technology
and training our officers to gather intelligence
on the Klingons and any other potential enemy
who means to do us harm.
Harrison was one of our top agents.
Well, now he's a fugitive and I want to take him out.
Pike always said you were one of our best and brightest.
You should have heard him defend you.
He's the one who talked you into joining Starfleet, wasn't he?
Yes, sir.
Did he ever tell you who talked him into joining?
His death is on me.
And yours can't be.
Sir, please. All I...
Mr. Spock, you said the province
where Harrison is hiding is uninhabited?
Affirmative, sir.
As part of our defensive strategy,
31 developed a new photon torpedo.
Long-range and untraceable,
it would be invisible to Klingon sensors.
I don't want you hurt, but I want to take him out.
You park on the edge of the Neutral Zone,
you lock onto Harrison's position,
you fire, you kill him and you haul ass.
Permission to reinstate Mr. Spock as my First Officer.
Granted.
Jim!
-Where were you? -For what?
Your medical exam.
Ten hours ago, you were in a damn firefight.
-Now it's my duty as ship's... -I'm fine, Bones.
The hell you are.
I'm fine.
Status report, Mr. Spock.
The Enterprise should be ready for launch
by the time we arrive.
-Good. Good. -Captain.
Thank you for requesting my reinstatement.
You're welcome.
As I am again your First Officer, it is now my duty
to strongly object to our mission parameters.
Of course it is.
There is no Starfleet regulation
that condemns a man to die without a trial,
something you and Admiral Marcus are forgetting.
Also, preemptively firing torpedoes
at the Klingon homeworld goes against...
You yourself said the area's uninhabited.
There's only gonna be one casualty.
And in case you weren't listening,
our orders have nothing to do with Starfleet regulation.
Wait a minute. We're firing torpedoes at the Klingons?
Regulations aside, this action is morally wrong.
Regulations aside, pulling your ass out of a volcano was morally right.
And I didn't win any points for that.
Whoa, Jim, calm down.
I'm not gonna take ethics lessons from a robot!
Reverting to name-calling suggests that you are defensive
and therefore find my opinion valid.
I wasn't asking for your opinion.
Bones, get that thing off my face.
Captain, our mission could start a war with the Klingons
and it is, by its very definition, immoral.
Perhaps you should take the requisite time
to arrive at this conclusion for yourself.
Captain Kirk.
Science Officer Wallace.
I've been assigned to the Enterprise by Admiral Marcus.
These are my transfer orders.
You requested an additional science officer, Captain?
I wish I had.
"Lieutenant Carol Wallace."
"Doctorate in applied physics
"specializing in advanced weaponry."
Impressive credentials.
Thank you.
But redundant now that I am back aboard the Enterprise.
And yet, the more the merrier.
-Have a seat, Doctor. -Thank you.
Shuttle crew, stand by for lift-off.
No! I'm not signing anything!
Now, get these bloody things off my ship! Captain!
Is there a problem, Mr. Scott?
Aye, sir. I was just explaining to this gentleman
that I cannae authorize any weapons on board this ship
without knowing what's inside them.
Mr. Scott raises yet another point...
Report to the bridge.
Captain.
Mr. Scott, I understand your concerns,
but we need these torpedoes on board.
Due respect, sir, but photon torpedoes run on fuel.
Now, I cannae detect the type of fuel
that's in the compartments on these torpedoes
because it's shielded.
Now, I asked for the specifications, but he said...
-It's classified. -It's classified.
So I said, "No specs, no signature!"
Captain.
Flight check's complete. We're good to go, sir.
-Thank you, Mr. Sulu. -Yes, sir.
Now if you'll excuse me, sir, I have a warp core to prime.
Get down!
Jim, your vitals are way off.
Report to the med bay. Scotty!
I need you to approve those weapons.
Do you know what this is, Captain?
I don't have time for a lecture, Scotty.
-Do you know what this is? -It's a warp core.
It's a radioactive catastrophe waiting to happen.
A subtle shift in magnetic output
from, say, firing one or more of six dozen torpedoes
with an unknown payload
could set off a chain reaction which would kill
every living thing on this ship.
Letting those torpedoes on board the Enterprise is the last straw!
-What was the first straw? -What was the...
There are plenty of straws.
How about Starfleet confiscating my transwarp equation?
And now some madman's using it to hop across the galaxy!
Where do you think he got it from?
We have our orders, Scotty!
That's what scares me.
This is clearly a military operation.
Is that what we are now?
'Cause I thought we were explorers.
Sign for the torpedoes, that's an order.
Right, well, you leave me no choice
but to resign my duties.
Come on, Scotty.
You're giving me no choice, sir. I will not stand by...
You're not giving me much of a choice.
Will you just make an exception and sign...
Do you accept my resignation or not?
I do!
I do.
You are relieved, Mr. Scott.
Jim, for the love of God, do not use those torpedoes.
Attention. Warp core anti-matter containment check
in three minutes.
Captain! I'm so sorry about Admiral Pike.
We all are.
-Are you okay? -Fine, thank you, Lieutenant.
Actually, Scotty just quit.
And your boyfriend's second-guessing me every chance he gets.
I'm sorry, that was inappropriate.
It's just sometimes I want to rip the bangs off his head.
-You know, maybe it's me. I... -It's not you.
It's not?
Wait, are you guys... Are you guys fighting?
I'd rather not talk about it, sir.
Oh, my God! What is that even like?
Your ears burning?
Captain on the bridge!
Captain.
Mr. Chekov. You've been shadowing Mr. Scott.
You are familiar with the engineering systems of this ship?
Affirmative, sir.
Good.
You're my new Chief. Go put on a red shirt.
Aye, Captain.
Retract all moorings, Mr. Sulu.
Yes, sir.
Docking clamps one, two, and three are released.
All moorings retracted.
Lieutenant Uhura, open a shipwide channel.
Yes, sir.
Mr. Chekov, how we looking down there?
-All systems nominal, Captain. -Copy that.
Warp available at your command.
Thank you, Mr. Chekov.
-All right. Let's ride. -Yes, sir.
Channel open, sir.
Attention, crew of the Enterprise.
As most of you know, Christopher Pike,
former captain of this ship and our friend,
is dead.
The man who killed him has fled our system
and is hiding on the Klingon homeworld,
somewhere he believes we are unwilling to go.
We are on our way there now.
Per Admiral Marcus, it is essential that our presence go undetected.
Tensions between the Federation
and the Klingon Empire have been high.
Any provocation could lead to an all-out war.
I will personally lead a landing party
to an abandoned city on the surface of Kronos
where we will capture the fugitive, John Harrison,
and return him to Earth so he can face judgment for his actions.
All right. Let's go get this son of a bitch. Kirk out.
Captain, I believe you have made the right decision.
If I can be of assistance,
I would be happy to accompany you on the away team.
You? Happy?
I was simply attempting to use your vernacular to convey an idea.
Thank you, Mr. Spock.
All personnel, prepare for the closing of payload bay doors.
Mr. Spock. You startled me.
What are you doing, Doctor?
-Verifying that the torpedo's internal... -You misunderstand.
What are you doing aboard this ship?
There is no record of you being assigned to the Enterprise.
Really? That must be some sort of mistake.
My conclusion as well, Dr. Marcus.
Except that you have lied about your identity.
Wallace is the surname of your mother.
I can only assume the Admiral is your father.
Mr. Spock.
I'm aware that I have no right to ask this of you.
But please, he cannot know that I'm here...
Engineering manually dropped us out of warp, sir.
Mr. Chekov, did you break my ship?
Sorry, sir. I don't know what happened!
The core overheated.
I had to activate the emergency stop.
It must be a coolant leak. I need time to find it.
-Sorry, Captain. -Damn it.
Mr. Sulu, time to our destination.
Twenty minutes, sir.
That's 20 minutes in enemy space we weren't counting on.
All right. We better hop to it.
-Where's Spock? -Here, Captain.
You're coming with me to Kronos.
Lieutenant, how's your Klingon?
-It's rusty, but it's good. -Good, you're coming, too.
This isn't going to be a problem, is it, you two working together?
Absolutely not.
Unclear.
I'll meet you in the shuttle bay.
Jim, you're not actually going down there, are you?
You don't rob a bank when the getaway car has a flat tire.
I'm sure engineering will have us all patched up
by the time we get back.
Isn't that right, Mr. Chekov?
Yes, Captain.
I'll do my best, sir.
Mr. Sulu, you have the conn.
Once we're en route, I want you to transmit
a targeted comm burst to Harrison's location.
You tell him you have a bunch of real big torpedoes pointed at his head
and if he doesn't play nice, you're not afraid to use them.
-Is that a problem? -No, sir.
I've just never sat in the chair before.
You're gonna do great.
Jim! Wait!
You just sat that man down at a high-stakes poker game
with no cards and told him to bluff.
Now Sulu's a good man, but he is no captain.
For the next two hours, he is.
And enough with the metaphors, all right? That's an order.
Mr. Sulu, make sure that K'normian ship is ready to fly.
Acting Captain Sulu to Shuttle Bay 2.
Please have the trade ship we confiscated
during the Mudd incident last month fueled and flight ready.
Captain Kirk is en route to you now.
Ready to deploy, Captain.
Lieutenants, lose the red shirts.
You are K'normian arms dealers. Put those on.
-Sir? -Look, if this thing goes south,
there can be nothing tying us to Starfleet.
Unless of course you want to start a war, Mr. Hendorff.
-No, sir. -No, sir.
Good. Me, neither.
I am detecting a single life sign in the Ketha Province.
Given the information provided by Mr. Scott,
this is most likely John Harrison.
Mr. Sulu, I think we found our man.
You let him know you mean business.
Aye, Captain.
Attention, John Harrison.
This is Captain Hikaru Sulu of the U.S.S. Enterprise.
A shuttle of highly trained officers is on its way to your location.
If you do not surrender to them immediately,
I will unleash the entire payload of advanced long-range torpedoes
currently locked onto your location.
You have two minutes to confirm your compliance.
Refusal to do so will result in your obliteration.
If you test me, you will fail.
Mr. Sulu,
remind me never to piss you off.
KRONOS
We will arrive at Harrison's location
in three minutes, Captain.
It is unlikely that he will come willingly.
I calculate the odds of him attempting to kill us at 91.6%.
Fantastic.
Good thing you don't care about dying.
I am sorry, Lieutenant. I could not hear what you said.
I didn't say anything.
Actually, I'd be happy to speak
-if you're willing to listen to me. -Guys...
Lieutenant, I would prefer to discuss this in private.
You'd prefer not to discuss this at all.
Our current circumstances...
Are you really gonna do this right now?
What never seems to require your undivided focus...
I'm sorry, Captain, just two seconds.
-Okay. -...is us.
At that volcano, you didn't give a thought to us.
What it would do to me if you died, Spock.
You didn't feel anything.
You didn't care.
And I'm not the only one who's upset with you. The Captain is, too.
No, no, no. Don't drag me into this.
She is right.
Your suggestion that I do not care about dying is incorrect.
A sentient being's optimal chance
at maximizing their utility is a long and prosperous life.
Great.
Not exactly a love song, Spock.
You misunderstand.
It is true I chose not to feel anything
upon realizing that my own life was ending.
As Admiral Pike was dying,
I joined with his consciousness
and experienced what he felt at the moment of his passing.
Anger. Confusion.
Loneliness.
Fear.
I had experienced those feelings before,
multiplied exponentially
on the day my planet was destroyed.
Such a feeling is something I choose
never to experience again.
Nyota, you mistake my choice not to feel
as a reflection of my not caring.
Well, I assure you, the truth is precisely the opposite.
What the hell was that?
What happened? Where's their signal?
It cut out. I'm working to get them back.
We are being pursued by a D-4 class Klingon vessel.
I thought this sector was abandoned!
It must be a random patrol.
Hold on!
This ship has no offensive capabilities.
It's got us. Give me all six fuel cells.
Aye, Captain.
Damn it!
They're closing fast, bearing 285!
All right, there! There! We can lose them there.
If you are suggesting that we utilize the passage
between the approaching structures,
-this ship will not fit. -We'll fit.
-Captain, we will not fit. -We'll fit, we'll fit!
-I told you we'd fit. -I am not sure that qualifies.
Any sign of them?
-No. Which worries me. -We lost them!
Or they're jamming our scanners.
Or we lost them.
They're ordering us to land.
Captain, they're gonna want to know why we're here.
And they're gonna torture us.
Question us.
And they're gonna kill us.
So we come out shooting.
We're outnumbered, outgunned.
There's no way we survive if we attack first.
You brought me here because I speak Klingon.
Then let me speak Klingon.
This isn't going to work.
It is our only logical option.
And if you interrupt her now, you will not only incur the wrath of the Klingons
but that of Lieutenant Uhura as well.
I AM HERE TO HELP YOU.
-Lieutenant. -Thanks, Captain.
WITH RESPECT.
THERE IS A CRIMINAL HIDING IN THESE RUINS
HE HAS KILLED MANY OF OUR PEOPLE.
WHY SHOULD I CARE ABOUT A HUMAN KILLING HUMANS?
BECAUSE YOU CARE ABOUT HONOR.
AND THIS MAN HAS NONE.
YOU AND YOUR PEOPLE ARE IN DANGER.
-Stand down. -How many torpedoes?
Stand down!
The torpedoes, the weapons you threatened me with in your message.
How many are there?
Seventy-two.
I surrender.
On behalf of Christopher Pike,
my friend,
I accept your surrender.
Captain!
Captain.
Cuff him.
-Bones, meet me in the brig. -Be right there.
Lieutenant.
Contact Starfleet, let them know we have Harrison in custody,
and we'll be on our way once the warp core is repaired.
Yes, sir.
-Why the hell did he surrender? -I don't know.
But he just took out a squad of Klingons single-handedly.
I want to know how.
Sounds like we have a superman on board.
You tell me.
Put your arm through the hole. I'm gonna take a blood sample.
Why aren't we moving, Captain?
An unexpected malfunction, perhaps in your warp core
conveniently stranding you on the edge of Klingon space?
-How the hell do you know that? -Bones.
I think you'd find my insight valuable, Captain.
-We good? -Yeah.
Let me know what you find.
Ignore me and you will get everyone on this ship killed.
Captain, I believe he will only attempt to manipulate you.
I would not recommend engaging the prisoner further.
Give me a minute.
Let me explain what's happening here.
You are a criminal.
I watched you murder innocent men and women.
I was authorized to end you!
And the only reason why you are still alive
is because I am allowing it.
So shut your mouth.
Oh, Captain, are you going to punch me again
over and over till your arm weakens?
Clearly you want to, so tell me,
why did you allow me to live?
We all make mistakes.
No. I surrendered to you because,
despite your attempt to convince me otherwise,
you seem to have a conscience, Mr. Kirk.
If you did not, then it would be impossible for me
to convince you of the truth.
23-17-46-11.
Coordinates not far from Earth.
If you want to know why I did what I did,
go and take a look.
Give me one reason why I should listen to you.
I can give you 72.
And they're on board your ship, Captain.
They have been all along.
I suggest you open one up.
Hi!
You know what really bothers me, though?
It's the modifications, you know, the enhancements.
Right? And then like that, I'm off the ship!
Just for trying to do what's right!
And what did you do anyway?
You just stood there like an oyster,
looking at me!
What?
Scotty, it's Kirk.
Well now!
If it isn't Captain James Tiberius Perfect Hair!
Did you hear that? I called him Perfect Hair.
-Where are you? -Where are you?
Are you drunk?
What I do in my private time is my business, Jimbo.
I need you to help me out with something.
Will you take these coordinates down?
23-17-46-11.
Are you writing?
What, you don't think I can remember four numbers?
Ye of little faith. What was the third one?
Forty-six.
I don't know exactly what you're looking for,
but I have a feeling you'll know it when you see it.
You may have been right about those torpedoes.
I will consider that an apology.
And I will consider that apology.
You are the one who quit.
You made me quit!
Mr. Scott?
Scott.
The nerve of that guy!
I am not doing that man any favors!
No!
All right, then!
Are you out of your corn-fed mind?
You're not actually going to listen to this guy?
He killed Pike, he almost killed you,
and now you think it's a good idea to pop open a torpedo
because he dared you to.
Why did he save our lives, Bones?
The Doctor does have a point, Captain.
Don't agree with me, Spock. It makes me very uncomfortable.
Perhaps you, too, should learn to govern your emotions, Doctor.
In this situation, logic dictates...
Logic? Oh, my God! There's a maniac
trying to make us blow up our own damn ship and...
That's not it. I don't know why he surrendered,
but that's not it.
Look, we're gonna open a torpedo. The question is how.
But, Jim, without Mr. Scott on board,
who exactly is qualified
to just pop open a four-ton stick of dynamite?
The Admiral's daughter appeared to have interest
in the torpedoes and she is a weapons specialist.
Perhaps she could be of some use.
What Admiral's daughter?
Carol Marcus. Your new science officer
concealed her identity to board the ship.
When were you going to tell me that?
When it became relevant. As it just did.
Are the torpedoes in the weapons bay?
Loaded and ready to fire. What are they?
I don't know. That's why I forged my transfer
onto your ship to find out why.
I do apologize for that.
By the way, if I caused you any problems, I am sorry.
I'm Carol Marcus.
-James Kirk. -Torpedoes.
My father gave me access to every program he oversaw,
then I heard he was developing these prototype torpedoes.
When I went to confront him about it, he wouldn't even see me.
That's when I discovered the torpedoes had disappeared
from all official records.
And then he gave them to me.
You're much cleverer than your reputation suggests, Captain Kirk.
I have a reputation?
Yes, you do. I'm a friend of Christine Chapel's.
Christine, yes. How is she?
She transferred to the outer frontier to be a nurse.
She's much happier now.
That's good.
You have no idea who I'm talking about, do you?
What are we doing in here?
Is this shuttle prepped to fly?
Of course it is.
-Would you please turn around? -Why?
Just turn around.
It's too dangerous to try and open
one of these torpedoes on the Enterprise.
But there is a nearby planetoid.
I can open one up there.
But I will need some help.
Turn around.
Now!
Captain on the bridge!
Mr. Sulu,
have Doctors Marcus and McCoy landed on the planetoid yet?
Yes, sir. They're moving the torpedo into position now.
Good. Any activity from the Klingons?
Not yet.
But if we're stuck here much longer, they will find us.
Lieutenant Uhura, did you let Starfleet know
we have Harrison in custody?
Yes, sir. No response yet.
Engineering to bridge.
Hello. Captain, can you hear me?
Mr. Chekov, give me some good news.
We found the leak, sir, but the damage is substantial.
We're working on it.
Any idea what caused it?
No, sir. But I accept full responsibility.
Something tells me it wasn't your fault. Stay on it.
Shuttle is standing by, Captain.
Bones, thanks for helping out.
Dr. Marcus asked for the steadiest hands on the ship.
You know, when I dreamt about being stuck
on a deserted planet with a gorgeous woman,
there was no torpedo!
Dr. McCoy, may I remind you, you are not there to flirt.
So how can these legendary hands help you, Dr. Marcus?
Bones!
To understand how powerful these weapons are,
we need to open the warhead.
To do that, we need to access the fuel compartment.
Unfortunately for us,
the warheads on these weapons are live.
Sweetheart, I once performed
an emergency C-section on a pregnant Gorn.
Octuplets.
And let me tell you, those little bastards bite.
I think I can work some magic on your missile.
Dr. McCoy, there's a bundle of fiber optic cables
against the inner casing.
You'll need to cut the 23rd wire down.
Whatever you do, do not touch anything else.
Do you understand?
Right. The thought never crossed my mind.
Dr. McCoy,
wait for my word.
I'm rerouting the detonation processor.
-Are you ready? -And raring.
Good luck.
Sir, the torpedo just armed itself.
The warhead's gonna detonate in 30 seconds, sir!
What the hell happened? I can't get my arm out!
Target their signal. Beam them back right now.
The transporter cannot differentiate between Dr. McCoy and the torpedo.
We cannot beam back one without the other.
Dr. Marcus, can you disarm it?
I'm trying. I'm trying.
Jim, get her the hell out of here!
No! If you beam me back, he dies!
Just let me do it!
Ten. Nine.
Eight.
Standing by to transport Dr. Marcus on your command, sir.
Four. Three.
Shit!