One degree to overlap.
Stand by to photograph.
Now.
Three days of this now, sir.
Other ships must have made star maps of some of this.
Negative, lieutenant. We're the first to reach this far.
Sir, contact with an object. It's moving toward us.
- No visual contact yet. - Deflectors, full intensity.
- It's coming at light speed. - Collision course.
Evasive manoeuvres, Mr. sulu.
Object changing direction too, sir.
Keeps coming at us.
I'm getting no signal from it, sir.
Still collision course.
- Deflectors aren't stopping it. - Sound alarm.
- It's slowing down, Mr. Spock. - Countermand alarm.
All engines, full stop.
Visual contact.
Ahead slow. Steer a course around it, Mr. sulu.
It's blocking the way.
Quite unnecessary to raise your voice, Mr. Bailey.
All engines, stop. Sound the alert.
Alert.
All decks, condition: Alert.
Captain kirk to the bridge.
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship enterprise.
To explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilisations,
to boldly go where no man has gone before.
- - Captain's log, stardate 1512. -
on our third day of star mapping, an unexplained cubical object
blocked our vessel's path.
On the bridge, Mr. Spock immediately ordered general alert.
My location, sickbay. Quarterly physical check.
Just a few seconds more.
I got more.
That's a boy. Keep it up. Work up a little sweat.
- It'll do you good. - You're killing me.
You're killing me.
Stop.
Winded?
You'd be the last one I'd tell.
- Kirk here. What's going on? - Have a look at this, captain.
- What's that? - Undetermined.
Whatever it is, it's blocking our way. When we move, it moves as well.
- A vessel of some kind? - Negative.
More some type of device.
I'll be right up.
You could see the alarm lights flashing from there. Why didn't you tell me?
Mccqyi finally finished a physical on you, didn't I?
What am I, a doctor or a moon-shuttle conductor?
If I jumped every time a light came on around here,
I'd end up talking to myself.
Alert.
Bfldge.
- Captain to bridge. - Spock here.
- Any changes? - Negative.
Whatever it is, it seems to want to just hold us here.
- Any indication of danger from it? - Negative.
I'll change first then. Captain out.
All decks have reported green, Mr. Bailey.
- Yes, sir. - And when the captain arrives,
- he'll expect a report... - The cube's range and position.
I'll have it by then.
Raising my voice back there doesn't mean I was scared
or couldn't do my job.
It means I happen to have a human thing called an adrenaline gland.
It does sound most inconvenient, however.
Have you considered having it removed?
Very funny.
Try to cross brains with Spock, he'll cut you to pieces every time.
- Captain to bridge. - Spock here.
- Any signs of life? - Negative.
- Have you tried hailing frequencies? - Affirmative.
No answer from the cube.
Have the department heads meet on the bridge.
Already standing by.
Reporting, sir. Sensors show it as solid,
but its composition is unknown to us.
- Lieutenant uhura. - Hailing frequency still open, sir.
I get no message from it.
Navigation.
Distance from us, 1,593 metres. Position constant.
Each of its edges measures 107 metres.
Mass, a little under 11,000 metric tons.
Scotty.
Mode of power? Beats me what makes it go.
- I'll buy speculation. - I'd sell it if I had any.
That's a solid cube.
How something like that can sense us coming,
block us, move when we move, it beats me.
That's my report.
- Life sciences? - Same report.
Sir, we gonna just let it hold us here?
We've got phaser weapons. I vote we blast it.
I'll keep that in mind, Mr. Bailey...
when this becomes a democracy.
- - Captain's log, stardate 1513. -
- - captain's log, stardate 1513. -
star maps reveal no indication of habitable planets nearby.
Origin and purpose of the cube still unknown.
We've been here, held motionless, for 18 hours.
- Anything further, gentlemen? - I believe it adds up
to either one of two possibilities.
First, a space buoy of some kind.
Second?
Flypaper.
And you don't recommend sticking around.
Negative. It would make us appear too weak.
It's time for action, gentlemen.
- Mr. Bailey... - Bridge to phaser-gun crew.
Countermand.
- I'll select what kind of action... - I'm sorry, sir. I thought...
Are you explaining, Mr. Bailey? I haven't requested an explanation.
Now, as I was about to say, navigator,
plot us a spiral course away from the cube.
- Yes, sir. - We'll try pulling away from it.
Yes, sir.
Helmsman to engine room. Stand by.
Alert. We're gonna try pulling away.
Course plotted and laid in, sir.
Engage, Mr. sulu. Quarter speed.
Point-two-five, sir.
- Still blocking us, sir. - Let's see if it'll give way.
Ahead, half speed.
Point-five-oh, sir.
Radiation from the short end of the spectrum increasing.
All stop, hold position.
It's still coming toward us. Range, 190 metres.
- Radiation increasing. - Power astern, half speed.
Half speed.
- Radiation nearing the tolerance level. - Still coming. Gaining on us.
Engines astern, full speed.
Full speed.
Range, 125 metres now.
Helm, give us warp speed.
- Warp 1, sir. - Radiation at the tolerance level.
Warp 2, sir.
Speed is now warp 3.
Radiation passing the tolerance level, entering lethal zone.
Range, 51 metres and still closing, sir.
Phaser crew, stand ready.
Phaser crew reports ready, sir.
Growing, we can take only a few more seconds of this.
Lock phasers on target.
Mr. Bailey, lock phasers.
Phasers locked. On target, sir.
- Point-blank range and closing. - Fire main phasers.
- - Captain's log, stardate 1514. -
the cube has been destroyed. Ship's damage, minor.
The cube has been destroyed. Ship's damage, minor.
But my next decision, major. Probe on ahead or turn back?
Nothing, captain. No contacts, no objects in any direction.
Care to speculate on what we'll find if we go on ahead?
Speculate?
No.
Logically, we'll discover the intelligence which sent out the cube.
Intelligence different from ours or superior?
Probably both.
And if you're asking the logical decision to make...
No, I'm not.
The mission of the enterprise is to seek out and contact alien life.
Has it occurred to you that there's a certain...
inefficiency in constantly questioning me
on things you've already made up your mind about?
It gives me emotional security.
Navigator, set a course ahead.
Plotted. Laid in, sir.
- Engage. - Warp 1, sir.
Mr. Bailey, phaser crews were sluggish.
You were slow in locking them into your directional beam.
Helmsman, engineering decks could have been faster too.
Program a series of simulated attacks and evasion manoeuvres.
Keep repeating the exercise until we're proficient, gentlemen.
- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.
Your timing is lousy, Jim.
- The men are tired. - Captain's quarters.
Aren't you the one that always says a little suffering is good for the soul?
- I never say that. - This is the bridge.
Prepare for simulated attack.
I'm especially worried about Bailey.
Navigator's position's rough enough for a seasoned man...
I think he'll cut it.
How so sure? Because you spotted something you liked in him?
Something familiar? Like yourself, say about, oh, 11 years ago?
On the double, deck five. Give me a green light.
Why, doctor, you've been reading your textbooks again?
I don't need textbooks to know that you could've promoted him too fast.
- Listen to that voice. - Condition alert.
Battle stations.
Engineering, deck five, report.
Phaser crews, come on, let's get with it.
Phaser station two,
- where's your green light? - Thank you.
What's next?
- "They're not machines, Jim"? - Well, they're not.
- After what they've been through... - Dr. McCoy,
I've heard you say that man is ultimately superior
- to any mechanical device. - No, I never say that either.
I could've sworn I heard you say that.
- Kirk here. - Exercise rating, captain,
94 percent.
- Let's try for 100, Mr. Spock. - Agreed.
What are you gonna do with that six percent when they give it to you, Jim?
I'm gonna take it, and I'm gonna...
Excuse me, sir. It's past time you had something to eat.
What the devil is this? Green leaves?
It's dietary salad, sir.
Dr. McCoy ordered your diet card changed. I thought you knew.
Your weight was up a couple of pounds, remember?
Will you stop hovering over me, yeoman?
Well, I'll change it if you don't like it, sir.
- Bring some for the doctor too. - No, no.
No, I never eat until the crew eats.
- Thank you, yeoman. - You're welcome, sir.
This is the bridge.
All decks prepare to better reaction time on second simulated attack.
When I get my hands on the headquarters genius
that assigned me a female yeoman...
What's the matter, Jim, don't you trust yourself?
Battle stations.
Alert...
I've already got a female to worry about. Her name's the enterprise.
"Engineering decks." Alert. Phaser crews, let's...
Countermand that. All decks to battle stations.
This is not a drill. Repeat, this is not a drill.
Kirk here.
"Spock". We're picking up an object, sir.
- Much larger, coming toward us. - Coming.
Exceptionally strong contact.
Not visual yet.
Distant spectrograph.
Metallic, similar to cube. Much greater energy reading.
There, sir.
Half speed. Prepare for evasive action.
Reducing to warp 2, sir.
Tractor beam, captain. Something's grabbed us, hard.
- Engines overloading, sir. - All engines stop.
All engines stopped, sir.
- Phaser crews, stand ready. - Bridge to phaser crew, stand ready.
Forward phaser, will comply.
All weapons at operational ready.
Fascinating.
What's its mass, Mr. Spock?
The reading goes off my scale, captain. It must be a mile in diameter.
Over 5,000 metres away and it still fills the screen.
Reduce image. Let me see all of it.
Magnification 25, sir.
Magnification 18.5, sir.
Ship to ship.
Hailing frequencies open, sir.
This is the united earth ship enterprise.
We convey greetings and await your reply.
- What is it, Mr. Bailey? - A message.
Coming over my navigation beam.
- Pick it up. - Switching, sir.
And trespassed into our star systems.
This is balok,
commander of the flagship fesaflus of the first federation.
Your vessel, obviously the product of a primitive and savage civilisation,
having ignored a warning buoy and having then destroyed it,
has demonstrated your intention is not peaceful.
We are now considering the disposition of your ship
and the life aboard.
- Ship to ship. - Hailing frequencies open, sir.
This is the captain of the enterprise speaking.
The warning nature of your space buoy was unknown to us.
Our vessel was blocked, and when we attempted to disengage...
Captain, we're being invaded
by exceptionally strong sense-probes everywhere.
Our electrical systems, our engines...
No further communication will be accepted.
If there is the slightest hostile move,
your vessel will be destroyed immediately.
They're shutting off some of our systems, captain.
Brilliant.
Extremely sophisticated in their methods.
Does our recorder marker have all this on its tapes?
- Enough to warn other earth ships. - Mr. Bailey, dispatch recorder marker.
Mr. Bailey?
Recorder marker dispatched, sir.
Marker on course. Heading back the way we...
"Balok". Your recorder marker has been destroyed.
You have been examined.
Your ship must be destroyed.
We make assumption you have a deity or deities
or some such beliefs which comfort you.
We therefore Grant you ten earth time periods known as minutes
to make preparations.
Might be interesting to see what they look like if I can locate
where that voice is coming from.
Balok's message, it was heard all over the ship.
Captain to crew. Those of you who have served for long on this vessel
have encountered alien life forms.
You know the greatest danger facing us is ourselves,
an irrational fear of the unknown. But there's no such thing as the unknown.
Only things temporarily hidden, temporarily not understood.
In most cases, we have found that intelligence capable of a civilisation
is capable of understanding peaceful gestures.
Surely a life form advanced enough for space travel
is advanced enough to eventually understand our motives.
All decks, stand by.
Captain out.
- Ship to ship. - Hailing frequencies open, sir.
This is the captain of the USS enterprise.
We came seeking friendship, but we have no wish to trespass.
To demonstrate our goodwill, our vessel will now return the way it came.
We...
Lay in a course ahead, Mr. Bailey.
What?
A course?
- Plotted and laid in, sir. - Engage, warp factor 1.
Warp factor.
There's no response.
Switch to impulse.
All engine systems show dead, and weapon systems.
Switching to screen. I believe I can get something visual.
You are wasting time and effort.
There is no escape.
You have eight earth minutes left.
I was curious to see how they appeared.
Yes, of course you were.
I don't understand this.
Spock's wasting time.
Everybody else just sitting around.
- Somebody's got to do something. - Easy, Bailey.
What do they want from us? Let's find out what they want...
- They want us to lose our heads... - We've only got eight minutes left.
Seven minutes and 41 seconds.
See, he's doing a countdown!
- Practically end of watch. - What, are you all out of your minds?
End of watch?
It's the end of everything. What are you, robots?
Wound-up toy soldiers? Don't you know when you're dying?
Watch and regulations and orders, what do they mean?
Bailey, you're relieved!
Escort him to his quarters, doctor.
Let's go.
- Ship to ship. - Hailing frequencies open, sir.
This is the captain of the enterprise speaking.
It is the custom of earth people to try and avoid misunderstanding
whenever possible. We destroyed your space buoy
as a simple act of self-preservation.
When we attempted to move away from it,
it emitted radiation harmful to our species.
If you've examined our ship and its tapes,
you know this to be true.
You now have seven minutes left.
Four minutes, 30 seconds.
You have an annoying fascination for timepieces, Mr. sulu.
Jim.
Four minutes.
What's the matter with them out there?
They must know we mean them no harm.
They're certainly aware by now that we're totally incapable of it.
There must be something to do.
Something I've overlooked.
In chess,
when one is outmatched, the game is over.
Checkmate.
Is that your best recommendation?
I'm...
I regret that I can find no other logical alternative.
- Assuming we get out of this... - Nobody's given up yet.
Well, then, about Bailey.
Let me enter it in my medical records as simple fatigue.
- That's my decision, doctor. - And it was your mistake.
You overworked him, pushed him, expected too much out of him.
I'm ordering you to drop it.
I've no time for you, your theories, your quaint philosophies.
I intend to challenge your actions in my medical records.
I'll state that I warned you about Bailey's condition.
- Now, that's no bluff. - Any time you can bluff me, doctor...
Three minutes.
All right, doctor. Let's hope we have time to argue about it.
Not chess, Mr. Spock.
Poker.
Do you know the game?
- Ship to ship. - Hailing frequencies open, sir.
This is the captain of the enterprise.
Our respect for other life forms requires that we give you this warning.
One critical item of information that has never been incorporated
into the memory banks of any earth ship.
Since the early years of space exploration,
earth vessels have had incorporated into them
a substance known as corbomite.
It is a material and a device which prevents attack on us.
If any destructive energy touches our vessel,
a reverse reaction of equal strength is created, destroying...
You now have two minutes.
Destroying the attacker.
It may interest you to know
that since the initial use of corbomite
more than two of our centuries ago,
no attacking vessel has survived the attempt.
Death has little meaning to us.
If it has none to you...
then attack us now.
We grow annoyed at your foolishness.
However, it was well played.
I regret not having learned more about this balok.
In some manner, he was reminiscent of my father.
Then may heaven have helped your mother.
Quite the contrary.
She considered herself a very fortunate earth woman.
Doc. Sorry.
For having other things on your mind? My fault.
I don't know how in the devil you kept from punching me in the face.
One minute.
I knew he would.
If anyone's interested, 30 seconds.
Request permission to return to post, sir.
Permission granted.
Eleven.
Ten seconds.
Nine, eight,
seven, six,
five, four,
three, two, one.
A very interesting game, this poker.
It does have advantages over chess.
Love to teach it to you.
This is the commander of the fesarius.
Here it comes. Is it raise or call?
"Balok". The destruction of your vessel has been delayed.
We will relent in your destruction
only if we have proof of your corbomite device.
Hold on that.
Let him sweat for a change.
- Ship to ship. - Hailing frequency, sir.
Request denied.
I have visual contact, captain.
We will soon inform you of our decision
regarding your vessel.
And having permitted your primitive efforts to see my form,
I trust it has pleased your curiosity.
And now,
another demonstration of our superiority.
Mccqyi I thought the power was off in the galley.
I used a hand phaser, and zap, hot coffee.
Something's going on, captain.
- It's a small ship. - About 2,000 metric tons.
It has been decided
that I will conduct you to a planet of the first federation
which is capable of sustaining your life form.
There, you will disembark and be interned.
Your ship will be destroyed, of course.
Engine systems coming on, captain.
"Balok". Do not be deceived by the size of this pilot vessel.
It has an equal potential to destroy your vessel.
Tractor beam again.
So that you may sustain your gravity and atmosphere,
your systems are now open.
Escape is impossible
since you are being taken under our power to your destination.
Any move to escape or destroy this ship
will result in the instant destruction of the enterprise
and everyone aboard.
We're being towed, sir.
- - Captain's log, stardate 1514. -
the enterprise is in tow.
To this point, no resistance has been offered.
My plan, a show of resignation.
Balok's tractor beam has to be a heavy drain of power on a small ship.
Question, will he grow careless?
Captain, he's pulling out a little ahead of us.
He's sneaked power down a bit.
Our speed is down to 0.64 of light.
I want a right-angle course. Shear away from him,
- no matter which way he turns. - Yes, sir.
Maximum acceleration when I give the word.
Yes, sir.
Engage.
It's a strain, captain. Engines are overloading.
- More power. - We're super-heating.
Intermix temperature, 7,400 degrees.
Seven-five.
Seven-six.
Eight thousand degrees.
Shear away, Mr. Bailey!
Two thousand degrees above maximum.
Eight-four.
Eight-five.
Eight-six.
- She'll blow soon! - Now, Mr. sulu. Impulse power too.
We're breaking free, sir.
All engines, stop.
All engines stopped, sir.
Engines need work badly, captain.
- Can you hold it here a few hours? - That may not be wise.
If he got a signal through to the mothership...
Then we're not home yet.
A signal, captain.
It's very weak. It's balok.
It's a distress signal to the fesarius.
His engines are out.
His life-sustaining system isn't operating.
- The message is repeating, sir. - Any reply?
Negative. His signal is growing weak.
Sir, I doubt if the mothership could've heard it.
Plot a course for it, Mr. Bailey.
For it, captain?
Dead ahead.
This is the captain speaking.
The first federation vessel is in distress. We're preparing to board it.
There are lives at stake. By our standards, alien life.
But lives nevertheless. Captain out.
Course plotted and laid in, sir.
Mr. Scott, ready the transporter room.
Aye, sir.
Mr. sulu, bring us to within 100 metres. Ahead slow.
Ahead slow, sir.
- Jim, don't you think...? - What's the mission
of this vessel, doctor?
To seek out and contact alien life.
And an opportunity to demonstrate what our high-sounding words mean.
Any questions?
I'll take two men with me.
Dr. McCoy, to examine and treat the aliens if necessary,
and you, Mr. Bailey.
- Sir? - The face of the unknown.
I think I owe you a look at it.
Yes, sir.
- Captain, request permission to... - Denied.
If I'm wrong, if it's a trap, I want you here.
- Transporter ready? - Well, yes, sir. But it's risky.
We're locked in on what appears to be a main deck.
- Air sample? - Breathable.
In fact, a slightly higher oxygen content than our own.
- Communicator. - Good.
- Phaser weapon. - Thank you, Scotty. Ready, doctor?
No, but you won't let that stop you.
Bend low, gentlemen.
It reads pretty cramped over there.
- Ready to transport. - Energize.
It's a dummy.
A puppet of some kind.
I'm balok. Welcome aboard.
- I'm captain kirk. - And McCoy and Bailey.
Sit. Be comfortable.
Go ahead, be seated.
We must drink.
This is tranya.
I hope you relish it as much as I.
Commander bank...
I know, I know. A thousand questions.
But first, the tranya.
Gentlemen.
Ahh.
Commander, that puppet...
My alter ego, so to speak.
In your culture, he would be Mr. Hyde to my Jekyll.
You must admit, he's effective.
You would never have been frightened by me.
And I thought my distress signal quite clever.
It was a pleasure testing you.
Testing us?
I see.
I had to discover your real intentions.
But you probed our memory banks.
Your records could have been a deception on your part.
And your crew?
I have no crew, doctor. I run everything.
This entire complex from this small ship.
But I miss company, conversation.
Even an alien would be welcome.
Perhaps one of your men for some period of time.
An exchange of information, cultures.
Yes, both our cultures would benefit.
Do you know where we can find a volunteer, Mr. Bailey?
Me, sir. I'd like to volunteer.
Ah. You represent earth's best, then?
No, sir, I'm not. I'll make plenty of mistakes.
But you'd find out more about us that way.
And I'd get a better officer in return.
I see.
We think much alike, captain, you and I.
Now, before I bring back the fesarius,
let me show you my vessel.
It is not often I have this pleasure.
Yes, we're very much alike, captain.
Both proud of our ships.
You'll enjoy commodore Travers.
He sets a good table.
I wonder if he brought his personal chef along with him to cestus ill.
Probably. Rank hath its privileges.
How well we both know that, huh?
Scotty.
- Kirk here. - Travers, Jim. We're waiting.
Good, commodore. We're on our way.
Be sure to bring along your tactical people.
I've got an interesting problem for them.
We'll beam down immediately, commodore. Kirk out.
Captain, I wonder why he's so insistent that our tactical aides come down.
This colony is isolated, exposed, out on the edge of nowhere.
He probably wants additional advice.
Perhaps, captain, but nevertheless, i...
Spock, isn't it enough the commodore is famous for his hospitality?
I, for one, could use a good nonreconstituted meal.
Doctor, you are a sensualist.
You bet your pointed ears I am.
Ready whenever you are, captain.
Energize.
- Kirk to enterprise. Red alert. - What is it, captain?
Cestus ill has been destroyed.
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship enterprise.
To explore strange, new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man has gone before.
Full alert.
Tricorder readings, Mr. Spock. Life detection.
Those messages we got, captain, the one directing us here yesterday...
Faked. All this happened several days ago.
Lang, over there. Look for survivors.
Kelowitz, that way.
O'herlihy, stick with me.
Captain, impulses that direction. Very weak, possibly a survivor.
Come on, bones.
Captain's log, stardate 3045.6.
The enterprise has responded to a call
from earth observation outpost on cestus III.
On landing, we have discovered that the outpost has been destroyed.
Captain, over there.
- Careful. - Careful.
Shock, radiation burns,
internal injuries for certain. He's in a bad way, captain.
Keep him alive, bones. I want to know what's been happening here.
Getting another life reading, captain.
- Survivors? - Not survivors.
Not warm-blooded.
Living creatures, but not human.
Where?
Azimuth, 93 degrees. Range, 1570 yards.
O'herlihy.
Captain, I see something.
Cover.
Kirk to enterprise. Lock on transporters. Beam us up.
Captain, we're coming under attack. Unidentified ship quartering in.
We can't beam you up. I've just rigged up defensive screens.
Keep those screens up. Fire all phasers.
Firing phasers, captain.
The alien has screens up too.
Take all action necessary to protect the ship.
- We'll hold out here. - Are you under attack, captain?
- We could drop screens. - Keep those screens up.
Worry about us when the ship is safe.
Kirk out.
If they lower those screens to beam us up,
they'll be open to phaser attack.
We're hopelessly outnumbered here, captain.
Those disrupters versus our hand phasers...
We're stuck with it, Mr. Spock.
We'll have to make do with what we've got.
Kelowitz, lang, flank out.
Lay down fire on coordinates Mr. Spock gave you.
Even if you don't see them. Keep your heads down.
Helpless down here. And the enterprise...
Sulu is an experienced combat officer, captain.
It's my ship, Mr. Spock. I should be there.
- We can't even get at them. - Nor can they at us, at the moment.
Not unless they move their original position. That intervening high ground.
You remember the layout of this place? The arsenal?
About 100 yards in that direction.
But after an attack as thorough as this one...
I'll risk it.
Kirk here. Report.
Captain, are you all right?
Never mind about me. What about the ship?
We returned fire with all phaser banks.
Negative against its deflector screen.
- Arm your photon torpedoes. - Aye, aye, sir.
Arm photon torpedoes. Stand by.
Any identification on the attacking vessel?
No, sir. Doesn't correspond with any configuration we're familiar with.
We can't get visual contact. She's too far away.
Mr. sulu, photon torpedoes locked on.
Photon torpedoes locked on, captain.
Fire all banks.
- All banks fired, sir. - Sulu.
Sulu, our communications are being interfered with.
Now, get this straight:
Do anything you think necessary to protect the ship.
Leave orbit, maximum warp, anything. Clear?
Clear, captain. But you...
Never mind about me. Protect my ship.
Yes, sir.
Photon torpedoes negative, captain.
I'm warping out of orbit.
Good. Contact me when you can. Kirk out.
How is he, doctor?
Mccqyi he'll be dead in half an hour if we don't get him some decent care.
They're moving. I've got to get to the captain.
I've locked on to the enemy, captain.
They're moving toward the high ground.
They've locked on to my tricorder.
Very ingenious. They fed back my own impulses and built up an overload.
We'll see how ingenious they are.
Here, give me a hand with this grenade launcher.
Lang!
Any word from the enterprise?
Sulu's taken her out of orbit.
They got lang, sir.
- Did you see them? - No, sir.
An evaluation, Mr. kelowitz. Where do you think they are?
If I were them, I'd go to the high ground on the right.
I'd make it 1,200 yards. Azimuth 87.
It's pretty close for one of these little jewels, captain.
It will be a lot closer to them. Stand clear.
- Kirk here. - Captain,
the alien is withdrawing. She's at extreme range,
but our sensors indicate she just activated her transporters.
Lock on to the alien, Mr. sulu. I don't wanna lose her.
Aye, aye, sir.
Our screens are down. We can beam you up now, sir.
I want a search party of 30 medical personnel
beamed down immediately to search for survivors.
Notify the transporter room. Lock on to us. We're beaming up.
Aye, aye, sir.
Captain's log, supplement.
We have beamed back to the enterprise
and immediately set out in pursuit of the alien vessel.
It appears to be headed towards a largely unexplored
section of the galaxy.
Can you tell me what happened?
Scanners reported a ship approaching.
We get them now and then.
They're all welcome to use our facilities. You know that, sir.
They came in,
space normal speed,
using our regular approach run,
but they knocked out our phaser batteries with their first salvo.
From then on, we were helpless. We weren't expecting anything!
Why should we? We didn't have anything anyone would want!
Easy, easy.
They poured it on like...
Like phasers, only worse, whatever they were using.
I tried to signal them. We called up,
tried to surrender.
We had women and children. I told them that.
I begged them. They wouldn't listen.
They didn't let up for a moment.
Lieutenant,
the enterprise received two messages,
ostensibly from cestus ill.
One for the enterprise to go there
and the other for myself and my tactical crew
to beam down to the surface.
They hit us a full day before you got there, captain.
No messages came from us, captain.
Why did they do it?
Why?
Why did they do it?
There has to be a reason.
- There has to be a reason! - It was a trap.
Getting the enterprise to come to cestus ill.
Getting us and our whole crew to come ashore.
Very clever. As to the reason...
The reason is crystal clear.
The enterprise is the only protection in this section of the federation.
Destroy the enterprise, and everything is wide open.
You allude to invasion, captain, yet positive proof has not...
I have all the proof I need on cestus ill.
Not necessarily, sir. Several possible explanations come...
How can you explain a massacre like that?
No, Mr. Spock, the threat is clear and immediate.
Invasion.
Very well, then.
If that's the case,
you must make certain that the alien vessel never reaches its home base.
I intend to.
If we can keep them in the dark as to our strength,
they'll never dare move against us.
- Captain to helmsman. - Sulu here, sir.
- Is the alien still making warp 5? - Affirmative, sir.
- Initiate warp 6. - Affirmative, sir.
Overtake. Phaser banks.
Lock on to the enemy vessel.
Stand by for firing orders.
All hands, this is the captain. We are going into battle.
All hands, battle stations.
Red alert. I repeat, red alert. This is no drill.
Captain's log, stardate 3046.2.
We are in hot pursuit
of the alien vessel which destroyed the earth outpost on cestus ill.
- Mr. depaul? - Yes, sir.
Position.
Twenty-two-point-three parsecs beyond latest chart limit, sir.
All scanners lock into computer banks.
I want a complete record of this.
Mr. Spock.
What do we have on this general area?
Virtually nothing, captain. No records of any explorations.
There are rumours of certain strange signals on subspace channels.
However, none has ever been recorded.
Anything on intelligent life forms?
Nothing specific, captain.
Unscientific rumours only. More like space legends.
Security control, this is bridge. Status report.
Mr. sulu, status, alien vessel.
They must be aware we're after them, sir.
They've gone to warp 6 also.
Warp factor 7.
Aye, aye, sir.
Something the matter, Mr. Spock?
A sustained warp-7 speed will be dangerous, captain.
Thank you, Mr. Spock.
I mean to catch them.
We'll either catch them or we'll blow up, captain.
They may be faster than we are.
They'll have to prove it.
Yes, Mr. Spock?
You mean to destroy the alien ship, captain?
Of course.
I thought perhaps the hot pursuit alone might be sufficient.
Destruction may be unnecessary.
Colony cestus ill has been obliterated, Mr. Spock.
The destruction of the alien vessel will not help that colony, Jim.
If the aliens go unpunished, they'll be back,
attacking other federation installations.
I merely suggest that a regard for sentient life...
There's no time for that.
It's a matter of policy.
Out here, we're the only policeman around,
and a crime has been committed. Do I make myself clear?
- Very clear, captain. - I'm delighted, Mr. Spock.
Report, Mr. sulu.
Alien ship maintaining interval, captain. Now at warp 7.
Warp factor 8.
Aye, aye, sir.
Captain to phaser banks. All components at battle-ready.
All banks primed.
Aft phaser to bridge.
Work status, all weapons at operational ready.
- Captain? - Yes, Mr. sulu.
Closing on target, sir.
Good. Mr. depaul?
Depaul: Yes, sir? - Our position?
Depaul: Two-two-seven-nine pl, sir.
Uncharted solar system at 2466 pm.
This is on the alien's course?
Depaul: No, sir. He's headed away from it.
Captain, sensors report we're being scanned.
By the alien ship?
No, sir, it's from that solar system ahead.
Any interference? Resistance?
No, sir, just scanning beams.
It's on an unusual wavelength.
Mt-Spock?
It would appear someone is curious about us.
Mr. sulu, is the alien still heading away from that solar system?
Yes, sir. We're closing, sir.
Lieutenant uhura, anything further on those scanning beams?
There's no hostility, sir.
They're not tractors or weapons of any sort,
just increasing in intensity.
Steady.
Regular. It's growing stronger, sir.
- Captain! - Yes, what is it?
The alien, it's slowing down. Warp 5,
4,
2-
It's going sublight, sir.
Sir...
- It stopped dead in space. - He may be turning to fight.
No, sir. They're just dead out there.
Are you sure?
Yes, sir. Unmoving.
Then we've got him.
Go to red alert. Prepare to fire phaser banks.
Sensors, lock on. Mr. sulu, continue closing.
Mr. Spock, lock phasers into computers.
Computers will control attack.
Computer lock ready, captain. All systems standing by.
Range is 1810,
1760.
Range is 1700,
1640.
Range is 1590,
1550 and closing, sir.
Warp 6, warp 5,
4, warp 3,
warp 1.
Sublight, captain.
We're stopped, captain. It's impossible, but...
Ag section. We're reading only 4.5 here. Can you confirm?
It's impossible.
From warp 8, have you lost your mind?
Same as the alien, captain.
"Woman". Engine room acknowledging.
Ag section acknowledging.
Mr. Scott, report.
We're dead, captain, locked up. Frozen tight.
- All propulsion systems read zero. - Life systems?
They're all normal, sir. Atmosphere, heat, light, no variance.
Phaser banks. Report.
We're all inoperative here, captain.
No power at all. No faulty circuits I can find.
Just no power.
Damage control, report.
All systems report normal, captain. No ascertainable damage.
- Then what is it? - I don't know, sir,
- but whatever it is, we cannot move. - We're being held in place, captain.
Apparently from that solar system.
This far out? That's impossible.
We are being held.
- Tractor beams? - No, sir. An unidentifiable power.
We are the metrons.
You are one of two crafts
which have come into our space on a mission of violence.
This is not permissible.
Yet we have analyzed you and have learned
that your violent tendencies are inherent.
So be it.
We will control them.
We will resolve your conflict
in the way most suited to your limited mentalities.
Captain James kirk.
This is kirk.
We have prepared a planet with a suitable atmosphere.
You will be taken there,
as will the captain of the gorn ship which you have been pursuing.
There you will settle your dispute.
I don't understand.
You will be provided with a recording translating device
in hopes that a chronicle of this contest
will serve to dissuade others of your kind from entering our system,
but you will not be permitted to communicate with your ship.
You will each be totally alone.
What makes you think you can interfere...?
It is you who are interfering. We are simply putting a stop to it.
The place we have prepared for you
contains sufficient elements for either of you
to construct weapons lethal enough to destroy the other,
which seems to be your intention.
The winner of the contest will be permitted to go his way unharmed.
The loser, along with his ship,
shall be destroyed in the interests of peace.
The contest will be one of ingenuity against ingenuity,
brute strength against brute strength.
The results will be final.
- Just a... - There will be no discussion.
It is done.
He's gone.
The enterprise is dead in space,
stopped cold during her pursuit of an alien raider by mysterious forces,
and I have been somehow whisked off the bridge
and placed on the surface of an asteroid,
facing the captain of the alien ship.
Weaponless, I face the creature the metrons called a "gorn."
Large, reptilian.
Like most humans,
I seem to have an instinctive revulsion to reptiles.
I must fight to remember
that this is an intelligent, highly advanced individual,
the captain of a starship, like myself.
Undoubtedly a dangerously clever opponent.
- Have you tried overload? - Aye, sir. It does no good.
How about bypassing the transformer banks,
feed the impulse engines directly?
I tried that, sir. Nothing.
Control to bridge, status report: All decks...
Lieutenant uhura, have sensors learned anything
about the nature of the force which holds us here?
No, sir. They report they definitely emanate
from that solar system ahead.
No indication of its composition? Gravimetric? Magnetic? Electronic?
Nothing, sir.
This is captain James kirk, of the starship enterprise.
Whoever finds this,
please get it to starfleet command.
I am engaged in personal combat
with a creature apparently called a gorn.
He's immensely strong.
Already, he has withstood attacks from me
that would have killed a human being.
Fortunately, though strong, he is not agile.
The agility and, I hope, the cleverness, is mine.
The metrons, the creatures that sent us both here,
said that the surface of the planet
provides the raw material
to construct weapons.
There's very little here. Scrub brush, rocks,
an abundance of mineral deposits,
but no weapons in the conventional sense.
Still, I need to find one.
Bare-handed against the gorn...
I have no chance.
Leave channel one open, lieutenant, just in case.
Aye, aye sir.
What are you gonna do, Mr. Spock?
I'm going to wait, doctor.
- There's little else I can do. - What about the captain?
If I could help him, I would.
Icannot
now, you're the one that's always talking about logic.
What about some logic now?
Where is the captain, Mr. Spock?
He's out there, doctor.
Out there somewhere in 1,000 cubic parsecs of space.
And there is absolutely nothing we can do to help him.
A large deposit of diamonds on the surface.
Perhaps the hardest substance known in the universe.
Beautifully crystallised and pointed,
but too small to be useful as a weapon.
An incredible fortune in stones.
Yet I would trade them all for a hand phaser
or a good solid club.
Yet the metron said there would be weapons,
if I could find them.
Where?
What kind?
Pom growls
pom growls
this is the USS enterprise calling the metrons.
Our channels are open. Come in, please.
We urgently desire a conference. Please answer.
This may be my last entry.
I am almost exhausted.
Unless I find the weapon the metron mentioned,
I have very little time left.
Native sulphur, diamonds. This place is a mineralogist's dream.
Yet...
there is something
about sulphur.
Something very old, something...
If only I could remember.
The ship, our engines, our weapons.
It's just inconceivable that we are immobilized.
Mm.
But it has happened, doctor.
We are the metrons.
Your captain is losing his battle.
We would suggest you make whatever memorial arrangements,
if any, which are customary in your culture.
We believe you have very little time left.
We appeal to you, in the name of civilisation,
put a stop to this!
Your violent intent and actions demonstrate that you are not civilised.
However, we are not without compassion.
It is possible you may have feelings toward your captain.
So that you will be able to prepare yourself,
we will allow you to see and hear what is now transpiring.
If there were only some way we could contact him.
Yes, indeed, doctor. If only there were.
You'll notice the substance encrusting that rock.
Yes.
Unless I'm mistaken, it's potassium nitrate.
- So? - Perhaps nothing, doctor.
Perhaps everything.
Earthling!
Captain!
Who is this? The metron?
This is your opponent, earthling.
I have heard every word you have said.
- All right. What do you want? - I weary of the chase.
Wait for me.
I shall be merciful and quick.
- Like you were at cestus ill? - You were intruding!
You established an outpost in our space.
You butchered helpless human beings.
We destroyed invaders as I shall destroy you.
Can that be true?
Was cestus ill an intrusion on their space?
It may well be possible, doctor.
We know very little about that section of the galaxy.
Then we could be in the wrong.
Perhaps.
That is something best decided by diplomats.
The gorn simply might have been trying to protect themselves.
Yes.
Pom growls
fascinating.
Good.
He knows, doctor.
He has reasoned it out.
Yes.
- Yes. - What is it, Spock?
An invention, doctor.
First potassium nitrate,
and now if he can find some sulphur and a charcoal deposit
or ordinary coal.
What's he doing?
Diamonds, the hardest known substance.
Impelled by sufficient force,
they would make formidable projectiles.
What force?
Recall your basic chemistry, doctor.
- Gunpowder. - Captain,
let us be reasonable.
You have lost.
Admit it to yourself.
Stop running.
Coal.
Can he do it?
If he has the time, doctor.
If he has the time.
No.
No, I won't kill you.
Maybe you thought you were protecting yourself
when you attacked the outpost.
No, I won't kill him!
Do you hear?
You'll have to get your entertainment someplace else.
You're a matron'?
Does my appearance surprise you, captain?
You seem more like a boy.
I am approximately 1,500 of your earth years old.
You surprise me, captain.
- How? - By sparing your helpless enemy,
who surely would have destroyed you,
you demonstrated the advanced trait of mercy,
something we hardly expected.
We feel that there may be hope for your kind.
Therefore, you will not be destroyed.
It would not be civilised.
- What happened to the gorn? - I sent him back to his ship.
If you like,
I shall destroy him for you.
No, that won't be necessary.
We can talk,
- maybe reach an agreement. - Very good, captain.
There is hope for you.
Perhaps, in several thousand years,
your people and mine shall meet to reach an agreement.
You are still half savage,
but there is hope.
We will contact you when we are ready.
Captain!
- Are you all right? - I don't know.
I don't know.
All right, everybody, back to your posts.
Let's get out of here.
- Captain. - Mr. sulu?
It's impossible, but there's Sirius over there when it should be here,
and canopus and arcanis.
We're...
All of a sudden, we're clear across the galaxy.
Five hundred parsecs from where we are...
I mean, were... I mean...
Don't try and figure it out, Mr. sulu.
Just plot a course for us back to cestus ill.
Aye, aye, sir.
After you touched off your primitive Cannon, captain,
we lost the picture the metron was sending us.
- You saw what happened down there? - Most of it.
I would be interested in knowing what finally happened.
We're a most promising species, Mr. Spock, as predators go.
Did you know that?
- I frequently had my doubts. - I don't.
Not anymore.
And maybe in a thousand years or so, we'll be able to prove it.
Never mind, Mr. Spock. Doesn't make much sense to me either.
Take us back to where we're supposed to be, Mr. sulu.
- Warp factor 1. - Warp factor 1.
A thousand years, captain?
Well, that gives us a little time.
Coming up on it fast, sir.
Are you certain of your sensor readings?
Definitely a space vessel of some type.
- Origin? - Unknown.
It could hardly be an earth ship. There have been no flights
- into this sector for years. - I'm picking up a signal, sir.
Captain, that's the old morse code call signal.
- Thank you, lieutenant. - C-q. C-q.
We're reading it, lieutenant.
I thought you said it couldn't possibly be an earth vessel.
Fail to understand why it always gives you pleasure to see me proven wrong.
An emotional earth weakness of mine.
There it is.
An old earth vessel similar to the dy-500 class.
Much older. Dy-100 class, to be exact.
Captain...
the last such vessel was built centuries ago, back in the 1990s.
Then it's a derelict, its signal left on automatic.
Or an old earth ship being used by aliens.
- Weapons status. - Deflector shields on maximum.
- Phasers manned, sir. - Bio-scanners report.
Life science bio-scanners are picking up heartbeats from over there.
Can't be human, though. They're too faint and average,
only four beats per minute.
Sensor reading, captain. Some sort of equipment functioning on that vessel.
All decks, go to full alert.
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship enterprise.
To explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man has gone before.
Captain's log, stardate 3141.9.
A full hour has elapsed since interception of the strange vessel.
Our presence alongside is still being completely ignored.
Although our sensors continue to show signs of equipment
and life aboard, there's been no indication of danger to us.
Weapons department, maintain battle stations.
All other decks, stand by alert.
All decks acknowledging, sir.
Continuing to pick up some form of heart action over there.
Very faint, very slow. Seems to be coming from about 60 or 70 bodies,
- as near as I can make out. - Alien bodies, bones?
Could be. There's no sign of breathing or any other form of respiration.
Hull surface is pitted with meteor scars.
However, scanners make out a name, ss botany bay.
Then you can check the registry.
No such vessel listed.
Records of that period are fragmentary, however.
The mid-1990s was the era of your last so-called "world war."
The eugenics wars.
Of course. Your attempt to improve the race through selective breeding.
Now, wait a minute, not our attempt, Mr. Spock,
a group of ambitious scientists.
I'm sure you know the type:
Devoted to logic, completely unemotional...
- Doctor, I would be pleased... - All right, gentlemen, as you were.
Rig for tractor beam, helm. Lock onto that vessel.
- Rigging for tractor beam, sir. - Bridge is yours, Mr. Spock.
Care to join the landing party, doctor?
Well, if you're actually giving me a choice...
I'm not.
Oh, I'll need somebody familiar with the late 20th-century earth.
Here's a chance for that historian to do something for a change.
What's her name? Mcgivers?
Lieutenant mcgivers.
Attention. The following personnel report to transporter room:
Engineering officer Scott, lieutenant mcgivers.
Acknowledge.
Mcgivers, on my way.
It looks like that ship is expecting us.
We read heat coming on, complete oxygen atmosphere.
Very interesting. You ready, bones?
No. Signed aboard this ship to practise medicine,
not to have my atoms scattered back and forth across space by this gadget.
You're an old-fashioned boy, McCoy.
Where's that historian?
- Well, come on, lieutenant... - Mcgivers, sir.
Energize.
Scotty?
Definitely earth-type mechanisms, sir.
Twentieth-century vessel.
Old-type atomic power.
Bulky, solid.
I think they used to call them "transistor units."
I'd love to tear this baby apart.
Captain, it's a sleeper ship.
- Suspended animation? - Uh-huh.
I've seen old photographs of this.
Necessary because of the time involved
in space travel until about the year 2018.
It took years just to travel from one planet to another.
Is it possible they're still alive...
after centuries of travel?
Theoretically possible.
I've never heard of it being tested for this long a period.
What a handsome group of people.
Jim, I have a new reading.
Lights must have triggered some mechanism.
Mcgiversz captain, look here.
Scotty?
Beats me what's happening.
We've triggered something, all right.
Heartbeat's increasing, now passing eight beats per minute.
And there are some signs of respiration beginning.
This one was probably programmed to be triggered first.
Could he be the leader?
The leader. Lieutenant.
Yes, sir. The leader was often set to revive first.
This would allow him to decide
whether the conditions warranted revival of the others.
Mccqyi heartbeat now approaching 40 per minute.
The respiration pattern is firming up.
From the northern India area, I'd guess,
probably a sikh. They're the most fantastic warriors.
- Heartbeat now 52 and increasing. - The others?
There's no change. And they're all mixed types:
Western, mid-European, Latin, oriental.
A man from the 20th century coming alive.
Maybe. Heartbeat dropping.
Circuit shorting.
Probably some dust. Heartbeat now 30, dropping fast.
There's a heart flutter. He's dying.
- Do something, captain. - Can we?
Take an hour to figure out.
What happens if we get him out of there?
He'll die in seconds if we don't.
How long?
How long...
have you been sleeping?
Two centuries, we estimate.
Landing party to enterprise. Come in.
Go ahead, boarding party, we read you.
Lock in on Dr. McCoy's beam.
He's transporting back with a casualty we discovered here.
Magnificent.
Captain's log, supplemental.
Alongside the ss botany bay for ten hours now.
A boarding party of engineering and medical specialists
are now completing their examination of the mysterious vessel.
Attempts to revive other sleepers
await our success or failure with the casualty already beamed over.
Dr. McCoy is frankly amazed at his physical and recuperative power.
- Kirk to boarding party. - Scott here.
Scotty, any records? Log books of any kind?
Negative, captain. It appears they were in suspended animation
- when the ship took off. - How many alive?
Twelve units have malfunctioned, leaving 72 still operating.
Thirty of those are women.
Kirk out.
Seventy-two alive.
A group of people dating back to the 1990s.
A discovery of some importance, Mr. Spock.
There are a great many unanswered questions about those years.
A strange, violent period in your history.
I find no record whatsoever of an ss botany bay.
Captain, the dy-100 class vessel
was designed for interplanetary travel only.
With simple nuclear-powered engines,
star travel was considered impractical at that time.
It was 10,000-1
against their making it to another star system.
And why no record of the trip?
Botany bay...
that was the name of a penal colony on the shores of Australia, wasn't it?
If they took that name for their vessel...
If you're suggesting this was a penal deportation vessel,
you've arrived at a totally illogical conclusion.
Oh?
Your earth was on the verge of a dark ages.
Whole populations were being bombed out of existence.
A group of criminals could have been dealt with
far more efficiently than wasting one of their most advanced spaceships.
Yes. So much for my theory.
I'm still waiting to hear yours.
Even a theory requires some facts, captain.
So far...
- I have none. - And that irritates you, Mr. Spock.
- Irritation? - Yeah.
I am not capable of that emotion.
My apologies, Mr. Spock.
You suspect some danger in them?
Insufficient facts always invites danger, captain.
Well, I'd better get some facts.
- Rig for towing. - Aye, aye, sir.
- Make course for starbase 12. - Aye, sir.
That'll be all.
- Bones? - He'll live.
- My compliments. - No, I'm good, but not that good.
There's something inside this man that refuses to accept death.
Now, look at that. Even as he is now,
his heart valve action is twice the power of yours or mine.
Lung efficiency, 50 percent better.
An improved breed of human.
That's what the eugenics war was all about.
I'd estimate he could lift us both with one arm.
Be interesting to see if his brain matches his body.
Doctor, will he live?
It appears he will, lieutenant.
I'd like to talk to you.
If I were to rate your performance as a member of the landing party today...
I know, sir. I'm sorry.
Lieutenant, at any one time, the safety of this entire vessel might depend
on the performance of a single crewman aboard.
And the fact that you find a man
strangely compelling to you personally...
Not personally, captain, professionally.
My profession is historian,
and to find a specimen from the past, alive...
I mean, the sheer delight of examining his mind.
And men were more adventuresome then.
Bolder, more colourful.
- Yes, sir, I think they were. - Good.
If I can have honesty, it's easier to overlook mistakes.
- That's all. - Yes, sir.
A pity you wasted your life on command, Jim.
You'd have made a fair psychologist.
Fair?
Sickbay to lab.
- Anything new on those BIOS? - They all came out fine, doctor.
Good. McCoy out.
Well, either choke me or cut my throat. Make up your mind.
English. I thought I dreamed hearing it.
Where am I?
You're in...
You're in bed holding a knife at your doctor's throat.
Answer my question.
It would be most effective if you would cut the carotid artery,
just under the left ear.
I like a brave man.
I was simply trying to avoid an argument.
You're aboard the united spaceship enterprise. Your vessel is in tow.
I remember a voice. Did I hear it say...
I had been sleeping for two centuries?
That is correct.
Where is your captain? I have many questions.
- Bridge. - I have a patient here
- with many questions, captain. - On my way.
James kirk, commanding the starship enterprise.
I see.
And your name?
I have a few questions first.
What is your heading?
Our heading is starbase 12, a planet in the gamma 400 star system...
our command base in this sector.
Is that of any use to you?
And...
my people?
Seventy-two of your life-support canisters are still functioning.
- You will revive them. - As soon as we reach starbase 12.
I see.
And now...
Khan is my name.
- Khan. Nothing else? - Khan.
What was the exact date of your liftoff?
We know it was sometime in the early 1990s, but...
I find myself growing fatigued, doctor.
May we continue this questioning at some other time?
The facts I need, Mr. Khan, will take very little time.
For example, the nature of your expedition.
Jim, a little later might be better.
Captain, I wonder if I could have something to read
during my convalescence. I was once an engineer of sorts.
I would be most interested in studying the technical manuals on your vessel.
Yes, I understand. You have 200 years of catching up to do.
Precisely.
They're available to any patient on the viewing screen.
Dr. McCoy will show you how to tie into the library tapes.
Thank you, captain. You are very cooperative.
This Khan is not what I expected of a 20th-century man.
I note he's making considerable use of our technical library.
Common courtesy, Mr. Spock.
He's going to spend the rest of his days in our time.
It's only decent to help him catch up.
Would you...
estimate him to be a product of selected breeding?
There is that possibility, captain.
His age would be correct.
In 1993, a group of these young supermen
did seize power simultaneously in over 40 nations.
Well, they were hardly supermen.
They were aggressive, arrogant. They began to battle among themselves.
Because the scientists overlooked one fact:
Superior ability breeds superior ambition.
Interesting, if true.
They created a group of Alexanders, napoleons.
I've collected some names and made some counts.
By my estimate, there were some 80 or 90
of these young supermen unaccounted for when they were finally defeated.
That fact isn't in the history texts.
Would you reveal to war-weary populations
that some 80 napoleons might still be alive?
- Ship's historian. Lieutenant... - Marla mcgivers.
Yes.
I am told you participated in my rebirth.
In a small way.
I've been reading up on starships, but they have one luxury
not mentioned in the manuals.
I don't understand.
A beautiful woman.
My name is Khan. Please sit and entertain me.
I'd like some historical information about your ship.
- Its purpose and... - And why do you wear your hair
in such an uncomplimentary fashion?
It's comfortable.
But it's not attractive.
There.
Soft.
Natural.
- Simple. - Mr. Khan, I'm here on business.
You find no pleasure here?
My interest is scientific. Men of...
That is the world of the past.
I'm sure you understand, actually to talk to a man of your century...
There.
Simple.
Soft.
Please remember.
Perhaps some other time when you feel more like talking about the past.
I'm glad you came.
Please do it again.
Very impressive.
Are we expecting a fleet admiral for dinner?
Lieutenant mcgivers' idea to welcome Khan to our century.
Just how strongly is she attracted to him?
Well, there aren't any regulations against romance, Jim.
My curiosity is official, not personal, bones.
Well, he has a magnetism, almost electric. You felt it.
And it could overpower mcgivers with her preoccupation with the past.
Thank you.
I hoped you might guide me to our dinner engagement.
Very good.
- Fine technique. - It's a gladiator named flavius.
- He once... - And you've rearranged
your hair for me.
Excellent.
All bold men from the past.
Richard, leif ericson, Napoleon.
A hobby of yours, such men?
I am honoured.
Thank you.
But I caution you...
such men dare take what they want.
Forgive my curiosity, Mr. Khan,
but my officers are anxious to know more about your extraordinary journey.
And how you managed to keep it out of the history books.
Adventure, captain. Adventure.
There was little else left on earth.
There was the war to end tyranny.
Many considered that a noble effort.
Tyranny, sir, or an attempt to unify humanity?
Unify, sir?
Like a team of animals under one whip?
I know something of those years, remember.
It was a time of great dreams, of great aspiration.
Under dozens of petty dictatorships.
One man would have ruled eventually,
as Rome under Caesar. Think of its accomplishments.
Then your sympathies were with...
You are an excellent tactician, captain.
You let your second-in-command attack...
while you sit and watch for weakness.
You have a tendency to express ideas in military terms, Mr. Khan.
This is a social occasion.
It has been said that social occasions are only warfare concealed.
Many prefer it more honest,
more open.
You fled. Why, were you afraid?
- I've never been afraid. - But you left at the very time
- mankind needed courage. - We offered the world order!
We?
Excellent. Excellent.
But if you will excuse me, gentlemen and ladies.
I grow fatigued again.
With your permission, captain, I will return to my quarters.
I wanted to apologise.
They had no right to treat you that way.
Quite understandable, since I'm something of a mystery to them.
You're no mystery to me. I know exactly who you are.
- Do you? - Mm-hm.
Leif ericson, Richard the lion-hearted, Napoleon.
I don't know if you're going to like living in our time.
Then I'll have to remold it to my liking.
- Please don't. - Go.
Or stay, but do it because it is what you wish to do.
Well?
I'll stay a little longer.
How many minutes do you graciously offer?
- I only meant... - This grows tiresome.
You must now ask to stay.
I'd like to stay.
Please?
Open your heart.
Will you open your heart?
Yes.
I intend to take this ship.
- Do you agree? - Please don't ask me to...
I need your help.
You won't harm anyone?
- Now you question me? - No.
Will you assist me?
- Please, Khan, don't ask... - Leave me, then.
Go, I say.
No.
I promise.
I'll do anything you ask.
Khan, as we know him today.
Khan noonien Singh.
From 1992 through 1996, absolute ruler
of more than a quarter of your world, from Asia through the middle east.
The last of the tyrants to be overthrown.
I must confess, gentlemen,
I've always held a sneaking admiration for this one.
He was the best of the tyrants, and the most dangerous.
They were supermen, in a sense.
Stronger, braver, certainly more ambitious, more daring.
Gentlemen, this romanticism about a ruthless dictator is...
Mr. Spock, we humans have a streak of barbarism in us.
Appalling, but there, nevertheless.
There were no massacres under his rule.
- And as little freedom. - No wars until he was attacked.
Gentlemen.
Mr. Spock, you misunderstand us.
We can be against him and admire him, all at the same time.
- Illogical. - Totally.
This is the captain.
Put a 24-hour security on Mr. Khan's quarters, effective immediately.
I'm sorry, captain, I was...
lost in thought.
My door.
Locked from outside, a guard posted.
Unusual treatment for Khan noonien Singh.
Excellent.
You identified me with your computer system, I imagine?
I'd like those answers now.
First...
the purpose of your star flight.
A new life, a chance to build a world.
Other things I doubt you would understand.
Why?
Because I'm not a product of controlled genetics?
Captain, although your abilities intrigue me...
you are quite honestly inferior. Mentally, physically.
In fact, I am surprised how little improvement
there has been in human evolution.
Oh, there has been technical advancement...
but how little man himself has changed.
Yes, it appears we will do well in your century, captain.
Do you have any other questions?
Thank you.
They've all been answered.
Move away.
Otto.
Joaquin.
The trip is over.
The battle begins again. Only this time, it's not a world we'll win,
it's a universe.
Kati.
- On course, sir. Warp factor 2. - Maintain.
- Bridge. - Captain, security here.
Khan's escaped.
- Sound security alert. - Security alert, captain.
Communication channels are jammed, captain.
Turbo elevators inoperative.
Jammed, captain.
Atmospheric controls cut off.
Useless. They're on override in engineering.
Engineering.
Scotty, this is the bridge.
Captain!
- What's going on down there? - He's not able to answer you
at the moment, captain.
Your ship is mine. I have shut off the life-support system
to your bridge,
jammed up your exit routes.
I am willing to negotiate.
Flood all decks with neural gas.
Impossible. Intruder control systems inoperative.
Mr. Khan was very thorough in his study of our tech manuals.
Contact starbase 12.
All channels are totally jammed, captain.
Brilliant. Every contingency anticipated.
Your air should be getting quite thin by now.
- Do you surrender the bridge? - Negative.
Academic, captain.
Refuse, and every person on the bridge will suffocate.
Stardate 3142.8.
They have my ship...
discarding their own worthless vessel.
Only moments of air left on the bridge now.
Commendations recommended for lieutenant uhura,
technicians first class thule and Harrison...
lieutenant spinelli...
and of course, Mr. Spock.
I take full responsibility.
I take full...
Nothing ever changes...
except man.
Your technical accomplishments?
Improve a mechanical device and you may double productivity.
But improve man...
and you gain a thousandfold. I am such a man.
Join me.
I'll treat you well.
I need your training to operate a vessel this complex.
Where is captain kirk?
I see now I made one serious error.
You are the communications officer.
Engage the viewing screen, please.
No!
I should have realised that suffocating together on the bridge
would create heroic camaraderie among you.
But it is quite a different thing to sit by
and watch it happening to someone else.
Engage the viewing screen.
I'm sure you recognise your medical decompression chamber here, doctor.
And the meaning of that indicator.
Your captain will die.
If you join me, Mr. Spock...
I will save his life.
My vessel was useless.
I need you and yours to select a colony planet,
one with a population willing to be led by us.
To be conquered by you.
A starship would make that most simple, wouldn't it?
Each of you in turn will go in there.
Die while the others watch.
Khan, there's no reason I must watch this, is there?
But I hoped you would be stronger.
If any one of you joins me, anyone...
I'll let him live.
It's so useless!
We've lost the channel.
How do I regain picture?
It does not matter.
The captain is dead.
Take Mr. Spock next.
Khan said to watch him very closely. He may decide to cooperate.
Captain, I saved your life. Now, please don't kill him.
I'm surprised to see you, captain, though pleased.
I'm a little pleased myself.
- Situation. - Khan is holding our staff
in the briefing room. His men have control of the ship.
Our only chance is the intruder control circuit,
although he's cut it off at the bridge.
There's a relay junction down the corridor.
Gas all decks but this one.
Armoury, this is Khan. Report.
Rodriguez?
Ling?
Mcpherson? Anyone? Report status!
- Where's Khan? - I don't know.
He got out just as the gas...
- Kirk here. - Anesthesia gas in all sections
except engineering. Someone just closed that line.
"Spock". Captain, acknowledge.
Unable to flood engineering section.
- I suspect... - This is Scott.
Captain's headed for the engineering section.
"- I'll follow in case... Spock". Negative.
We must retake the vessel while the anesthesia lasts.
Meet me in the armoury. I'm blowing it clear first. Spock out.
If I understood your manuals...
that's an overload in progress.
Your ship flares up like an exploding sun within minutes.
I have five times your strength.
You're no match for me.
Captain's log, stardate 3143.3.
Control of the enterprise has been regained.
I wish my next decisions were no more difficult.
Khan and his people,
what a waste to put them in a reorientation centre.
And what do I do about mcgivers?
Record tapes engaged and ready, captain.
This hearing is now in session.
Under the authority vested in me by starfleet command...
I declare all charges and specifications
in this matter have been dropped.
Jim, agreed you have the authority...
Mr. Spock, I believe our heading takes us near the ceti Alpha star system.
Quite correct, captain. Planet number five there is habitable,
although a bit savage, somewhat inhospitable.
But no more than Australia's
botany bay colony was at the beginning.
Those men went on to tame a continent, Mr. Khan.
Can you tame a world?
Have you ever read Milton, captain?
Yes.
I understand.
Lieutenant Marla mcgivers.
Given a choice of court-martial
or accompanying them there...
It will be difficult.
A struggle at first, even to stay alive, to find food.
I'll go with him, sir.
A superior woman.
I will take her.
And I've gotten something else I wanted.
A world to win, an empire to build.
This hearing is closed.
It's a shame for a good scotsman to admit it, but I'm not up on Milton.
The statement Lucifer made when he fell into the pit:
"It is better to rule in hell than serve in heaven."
It would be interesting, captain, to return to that world in 100 years...
and learn what crop had sprung from the seed you planted today.
And learn what crop had sprung from the seed you planted today.
Yes, Mr. Spock.
It would indeed.
Approaching omicron ceti ill, sir.
Standard orbit, Mr. painter.
Yes, sir.
- Captain? - Yes, lieutenant.
I've been transmitting a contact signal
every five minutes as ordered, sir.
All I get is dead air. Shall I continue?
Maintain transmission pattern until we've established orbit.
- Aye, aye, sir. - Mr. Spock,
there were 150 men, women and children in that colony.
What are the chances of survivors?
Absolutely none, captain.
Berthold rays are such a recent discovery.
We do not yet have full knowledge of their nature.
It is known, however, that living animal tissue
disintegrates under exposure.
Sandoval's group could not have survived after three years.
You're saying that those people
built a future in a place knowing they might not survive.
I'm saying they knew there was a risk.
What about us? Can we afford to send people down
to the planet surface?
The breakdown of tissue does not develop immediately.
We can risk a limited exposure.
We've established orbit, sir. And I've pinpointed a settlement.
Thank you, Mr. painter.
Mr. Spock.
Equip a landing party of five to accompany me
to the planet surface.
Include Dr. McCoy and a biologist.
I'll want them in ten minutes.
Another dream that failed.
There's nothing sadder.
It took these people a year to make the trip from earth.
They came all that way...
and died.
Hardly that, sir.
Welcome to omicron ceti ill.
I'm Elias sandoval.
Space, the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship enterprise.
To explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilisations,
to boldly go where no man has gone before.
Captain's log, stardate 3417.3.
We thought our mission to omicron ceti III
would be an unhappy one.
We had expected to find no survivors of the agricultural colony there.
Apparently, our information was incorrect.
We haven't seen anyone outside our own group for four years
since we left the earth.
We've been expecting someone for some time.
Our subspace radio didn't work properly.
I'm afraid we didn't have anyone here
who could master its intricacies.
Who could master its intricacies.
Actually, Mr. sandoval,
we didn't come here because of your silent radio.
It makes little difference, captain. You're here. We're happy to see you.
Come, let me show you our settlement.
On pure speculation, just an educated guess,
I'd say that man is alive.
Captain, this planet is being bombarded by berthold rays,
as our reports indicated.
At this intensity, we'll be safe for a week, if necessary.
But...
But these people shouldn't be alive.
Is it possible that they're not?
You shook hands with him, Jim.
His flesh was warm. He's alive.
There's no doubt about that.
There is also no question on the fact
that berthold rays are incontrovertibly deadly.
There's no miracle connected with it, doctor. You know that.
No cures, no serums, no antidotes.
If a man is exposed long enough, he dies.
Gentlemen, we're debating in a vacuum.
Let's go get some answers.
There are two other settlements, but we have 45 colonists here.
What was the reason for the dispersal?
Well, we felt that three groups
would have a better chance for growth.
If disease were to strike one group,
then the others would be less likely to be affected.
You see, omicron is an ideal agricultural planet.
We determined not to suffer
the fate of expeditions that went before us.
Elias.
Leila, come meet our guests.
This is Leila kalomi, our botanist.
This is captain kirk, Dr. McCoy, Mr. Spock.
Mr. Spock and I have met before.
It's been a long time.
Mr. sandoval, we do have a mission here.
- Examinations. Tests. - By all means, make them.
I think you'll find our settlement an interesting one.
Our philosophy is a simple one:
That men should return to a less-complicated life.
We have few mechanical things here.
No vehicles, no weapons.
We have Harmony here. Complete peace.
We'll try not to interfere with your work.
Make yourselves at home, gentlemen.
What exactly are we looking for anyway, sir?
Whatever doesn't look right. Whatever that is.
When it comes to farms,
I wouldn't know what looked right or wrong
if it were 2 feet from me.
Hey-
what is it?
No cows.
This barn isn't even built for them, just for storage.
Come to think of it,
we haven't seen any animals.
No horses, no pigs. Not even a dog.
Nothing.
You've known the vulcanian.
On earth. Six years ago.
Did you love him?
If I did, it was important only to myself.
How did he feel?
Mr. Spock's feelings were never expressed to me.
It is said he has none to give.
Would you like him to stay with us now'? To be as one of us?
There is no choice, Elias.
He will stay.
That will be all. Thank you very much.
Anything?
I've examined nine men so far, varying in ages from 23 to 59.
They're all in perfect condition. Textbook responses.
Heart, lungs, excellent.
Coordination, excellent.
Reflexes, excellent.
If there were many more of them, I could throw away my shingle.
Kirk here.
Spock here, captain.
There seems to be a total absence of life on the planet
with the exception of the colonists themselves
and various types of flora.
Sulu had the same observation.
Any explanations?
Not at the moment, sir.
I'm conducting various tests with the tricorder,
but results are inconclusive.
Very well. Continue investigations. Kirk out.
Hm. No animals. That's peculiar.
Yes, especially in view of the fact
that the records of this expedition indicate that they did have some
for breeding and food purposes.
Apparently, none of them survived.
I'd like to see the medical records on the expedition.
Yes, I thought you might.
Captain, I've been looking for you.
You haven't seen our fields and crops.
I'd like to show you and the doctor what we've accomplished here.
I'm afraid I'll have to bow out.
I have to continue with these medical examinations.
However, if I find everyone else's health
to be as perfect as yours, I...
He promised to throw away his shingle.
Well, you'll find no weaklings here.
Captain?
This is the reason, captain.
This soil will grow anything we plant in it.
It's a perfect world.
We have a moderate climate.
Moderate rains all year round.
It gives us all we need.
- It is perfect. - Pardon me, captain.
Biology report ready, sir.
Well, I have work to tend to myself, captain.
Go ahead, lieutenant.
I heard sandoval saying they could grow anything here.
That's true, sir. They've got a variety of crops in. Grains, potatoes, beans.
Make your point.
Well, sir, for an agricultural colony,
they actually have very little acreage planted.
There's enough to sustain the colony, but very little more.
It's like a Jigsaw puzzle, all one colour.
No key to where the pieces fit in.
Why?
- Kirk here. - This is McCoy, Jim.
- I think you better get back here. - Trouble?
No, but I'd like you to see this for yourself.
On my way-
sandoval's medical record
four years ago, when the expedition left earth.
He registered scar tissue on his lungs
from lobar pneumonia suffered when he was a child.
No major operations, but there was an appendectomy.
Received all required inoculations, et cetera.
What's so strange about that?
Nothing.
But I examined that man not more than two hours ago.
And you know what his readings were?
Perfect, perfect and perfect.
Just like everyone else I've examined here.
Instrument malfunction?
No, I thought of that, and I tested it on myself.
It accurately recorded my lack of tonsils
and those two broken ribs I had once.
It did not record the scar tissue on sandoval's lungs.
But it did record a healthy appendix
where one was supposedly removed.
Nothing. Not even insects.
Yet your plants grow, and you've survived exposure to berthold rays.
That can be explained.
Please do.
Later.
I've never understood the female capacity
to avoid a direct answer to any question.
And I never understood you.
Until now.
There was always a place in here where no one could come.
There was only the face you allow people to see.
Only one side you'd allow them to know.
I would like to know how your people
have managed to survive here.
I missed you.
Logically, you should all be dead.
If I tell you how we survived,
will you try to understand how we feel about our life here?
About each other?
Emotions are alien to me, I'm a scientist.
Someone else might believe that.
Your shipmates, your captain.
But not me.
Come.
Mr. sandoval, within the hour,
I've received orders from starfleet command
to evacuate all personnel from this colony.
Naturally, you'll inform your people to begin preparations.
We will have accommodations for you aboard the enterprise.
No.
It's not an arbitrary decision on my part, sir.
I have my orders.
Captain, it's entirely unnecessary.
We're in no danger here.
We've explained the berthold rays to you and their effect.
Can't you understand?
Doctor, how can I make you understand?
Your own instruments have shown that we're all in perfect health.
We've had no deaths here.
What about your animals?
We're vegetarians.
That doesn't answer my question, sir.
Why did all your animals die?
Captain, you stress very unimportant matters.
We will not leave.
It's not much further.
You've not yet explained the nature of this thing.
Its basic properties and elements are not important.
What is important is, it gives life, peace, love.
What you're describing...
was once known in the vernacular as a happiness pill.
And you, as a scientist, should know that that's not possible.
Come.
I was one of the first to find them.
The spores.
Spores?
No.
It shouldn't hurt.
No, I can't.
Please don't.
Not like this. It didn't hurt us.
Lam not like you.
Now.
Now you belong to all of us.
And we to you.
There's no need to hide your inner face any longer.
We understand.
I love you.
I can love you.
Captain's log, supplemental.
We have been ordered by starfleet command
to evacuate the colony on omicron ill.
However, the colony leader, Elias sandoval,
however, the colony leader, Elias sandoval,
has refused all cooperation and will not listen to any arguments.
- Sandoval. - Captain, your arguments
are very valid, but they do not apply to us.
You're being unreasonable.
Well, nevertheless. Excuse me.
Excuse me.
My orders are to remove all the colonists,
and that's exactly what I intend to do, with or without your help.
Without, I should think.
Would you like to use a butterfly net on him, Jim?
- No, I don't think I'll use a... - Captain.
We've checked out everything.
It all seems normal
except for the absence of any animals.
We have orders to evacuate all colonists to starbase 27.
I want landing parties to coordinate the colonists
and prepare them to transport up to the ship.
We'll need extra accommodations aboard.
Where's Mr. Spock and Mr. desalle?
We haven't seen them since we began our check.
Desalle said he was going to examine some native plants he found.
Did Spock call in at all?
No, he didn't.
Spock. See to the landing parties, will you, Mr. sulu?
Yes, sir.
Spock.
That one looks like a dragon.
You see the tail and the dorsal spines?
I've never seen a dragon.
I have.
On berengaria vii.
But I've never stopped to look at clouds before.
Or rainbows.
Do you know I can tell you exactly why one appears in the sky,
but considering its beauty has always been out of the question.
Not here.
Spock.
Yes, what did you want?
Spock, is that you?
Yes, captain. What did you want?
Where are you?
I don't believe I want to tell you.
Spock, I don't know what you think you're doing,
but this is an order.
Report back to me at the settlement in ten minutes.
We're evacuating all colonists to starbase 27.
No, I don't think so.
You don't think so, what?
I don't think so, sir.
Spock.
Report to me immediately.
Spock.
Acknowledge.
Spock.
The frequency is open, but he doesn't answer.
That didn't sound at all like Spock, Jim.
No...
I thought you said you might like him if he mellowed a little.
- I didn't say that. - You said that. I...
Not exactly.
He might be in trouble.
Yes, take over the landing party detail.
Start getting those colonists aboard.
How will you find Spock?
The frequency is open. It'll act as a homing device.
Contact desalle. Have him meet you here.
Make sure the landing party works in teams of two.
I don't want anybody left alone down here.
Spock.
Mt-Spock?
What are you doing with those things, desalle?
Want you to take a good close look at these, doc.
They're very interesting.
Mr. Spock.
Are you out of your mind?
You were told to report to me at once.
I didn't want to, Jim.
You...
Yes, I can see that.
Miss kalomi, you'll have to come back with us to the settlement
and prepare to transport up to the ship.
There'll be no evacuation, Jim.
But perhaps we should go back and get you straightened out.
Mr. sulu, Mr. Spock is under arrest,
and he's in your custody until we get back to the enterprise.
Very well.
Come with me.
Mr. sulu understands, don't you, Mr. sulu?
Yes. I see now.
Of course we can't remove the colony. It'd be wrong.
I don't know what these plants are or how they work on you,
but you're all going back to the settlement with me,
and those colonists are going aboard the ship.
I can see the captain is going to be difficult.
Ready to beam up.
Hiya, Jimmy boy.
Hey, I've taken care of everything.
Now, all y'all gotta do is just relax.
Doctor's orders.
How many of those did you beam up?
Must be might nigh on to 100 by now.
Hey, doc, I'm ready to energize.
Everything okay with those plants?
This is the captain. Beam me up.
Well, sure. If you want.
I most certainly do. Energize.
Lieutenant.
Put me through to admiral komack at starfleet.
Oh, I'm sorry, captain.
I can't do that.
What do you mean, you can't do that?
Follow standard procedure, that's an order.
I know it is, captain.
But you see, all communications are out.
Out?
I short-circuited them.
Except for ship-to-surface, we'll need that for a while.
It's really for the best, captain.
Go back to your stations.
Get back to your stations.
I'm sorry, sir. We're all transporting down to join the colony.
I said, get back to your station.
No, sir.
This is mutiny, mister.
Yes, sir, it is.
Captain's log, stardate 3417.5.
The pod plants have spread spores throughout the ship,
carried by the ventilation system.
Under their influence,
under their influence,
my crew is deserting to join the omicron colony,
and I can't stop them.
I don't know why I have not been infected,
nor can I get Dr. McCoy
to explain the physical-psychological aspects of the infection.
I'm not interested
in any physical-psychological aspects, Jim boy.
We all perfectly healthy down here.
I've heard that word a lot lately.
"Perfect." Everything's perfect.
Mqcoy". Yeah, that's right. That's just what it is.
I'll bet you've even grown your tonsils back.
Sure enough.
Hey, Jim boy.
Y'all ever have a real cold, Georgia-style mintjulep, huh?
Look, bones, I need your help.
Can you run tests, blood samples, anything at all to give us a lead
on what these things are, how to counteract them?
Who wants to counteract paradise, Jim boy?
McCoy out.
Bones.Bones.
Almost the entire ship's complement has beamed down.
I'm very pleased.
The entire landing operation is proceeding quite well.
Where's McCoy?
He went off to create something called a mintjulep.
That's a drink, Jim.
Captain, why don't you join us?
In your own private paradise?
The spores have made it that.
Where did they originate?
It's impossible to say.
They drifted through space until they finally landed here.
You see, they actually thrive on berthold rays.
The plants act as a repository for thousands of microscopic spores
until they find a human body to inhabit.
In return, they give you complete health and peace of mind.
That's paradise.
We have no need or want, captain.
It's a true Eden, Jim.
There's belonging and love.
No wants, no needs?
We weren't meant for that. None of us.
Man stagnates if he has no ambition,
no desire to be more than he is.
We have what we need.
Except a challenge.
You don't understand, Jim.
But you'll come around, sooner or later.
Join us.
Please.
I'm going back to the ship.
Engineering. Scotty?
Biochemistry lab.
Security.
Is there anyone on board? This is the captain.
Captain's log, stardate 3417.7.
Except for myself,
all crew personnel have transported to the surface of the planet.
Mutinied.
Lieutenant uhura has effectively sabotaged
the communications station.
I can only contact the surface of the planet.
The ship can be maintained in orbit for several months.
But even with automatic controls, I cannot pilot her alone.
In effect, I am marooned here.
I'm beginning to realise...
just how big this ship really is, how quiet.
I don't know how to get my crew back,
how to counteract the effect of the spores.
I don't know what I can offer against...
paradise.
Enterprise to Mr. Spock.
Yes, Jim, what is it now?
I've joined you.
I understand now.
Wonderful, Jim.
When will you beam down?
There are some things in my quarters I want to pack.
Good.
Leila and I will meet you at the beam-down point.
Kirk out.
No.
Iiii
can't...
"Leave!"
Emotions.
Violent emotions. Needs.
Anger.
Captain's log, supplemental.
I think I've discovered the answer.
But to carry out my plan entails considerable risk.
Mr. Spock is much stronger than the ordinary human being.
Aroused, his great physical strength could kill.
But it's a risk I'll have to take.
Enterprise to Mr. Spock.
Spock here.
It's Jim.
What's keeping you, Jim? We've been waiting.
I've been packing some things, and I realised there's some equipment here
that we should have down at the settlement.
You know, we can't come back on board once the last of us has left.
Do you want me to beam up a party?
No, I think you and I can handle it.
Why don't you beam up now?
Just a moment.
- It won't take long. Do you mind? - I'll wait.
Ready to beam up, Jim.
Energising.
All right, you mutinous, disloyal, computerised half-breed.
We'll see about you deserting my ship.
The term "half-breed" is somewhat applicable.
But "computerised" is inaccurate.
A machine can be computerised, not a man.
What makes you think you're a man? You're an overgrown jackrabbit.
An elf with a hyperactive thyroid.
- Jim, I don't understand. - Of course you don't understand.
You don't have the brains to understand.
All you have is printed circuits.
- Captain, if you'll excuse me... - What can you expect
from a simpering, devil-eared freak whose father was a computer
and his mother an encyclopaedia?
My mother was a teacher.
My father, an ambassador.
Your father was a computer, like his son.
An ambassador from a planet of traitors.
A vulcan never lived who had an ounce of integrity.
Captain, please don't...
You're a traitor from a race of traitors.
Disloyal to the core. Rotten like the rest of your subhuman race.
And you've got the gall to make love to that girl.
That's enough.
Does she know what she's getting, Spock?
A carcass full of memory banks
who should be squatting on a mushroom
instead of passing himself off as a man?
You belong in a circus, Spock, not a starship.
Right next to the dog-faced boy.
Had enough?
I didn't realise what it took to get under that thick hide of yours.
Anyhow, I don't know what you're so mad about.
It isn't every first officer who gets to belt his captain.
Several times.
You did that to me deliberately.
Believe me, Mr. Spock,
it was painful in more ways than one.
The spores.
They're gone.
I don't belong anymore.
You said they were benevolent and peaceful.
Violent emotions overwhelm them, destroy them.
I had to make you angry enough to shake off their influence.
That's the answer, Mr. Spock.
That may be correct, captain.
But trying to initiate a brawl
with over 500 crewmen and colonists is hardly logical.
I had something else in mind.
Can you put together a subsonic transmitter?
Something we could hook into the communications station
and broadcast over the communicator?
- It can be done. - Good. Let's get to work.
Captain.
Striking a fellow officer is a court-martial offence.
Well, if we're both in the brig,
who's gonna build the subsonic transmitter?
That is quite logical, captain.
Well, now, it's a little early to be counting stars, miss Leila.
I'm waiting for Mr. Spock and the captain to transport down.
They have some equipment to be moved.
But it's been so long.
I wish he'd come back.
Well, now, I think I can fix that for you.
Enterprise.
Enterprise. Spock here.
This is Leila.
I borrowed the doctor's communicator.
I was worried something might have happened to you.
You are all right, aren't you?
Yes.
Yes, I'm... I'm quite well.
Can I come aboard?
I've never seen a starship before.
And I want to talk to you.
Are you still at the beam-down point?
And is the doctor there?
Yes, to both questions.
Give your communicator back to Dr. McCoy.
You won't need it to beam up.
It'll take a few moments. Just wait there.
Out.
Mr. Spock.
Miss kalomi is strictly your concern, but should you talk to her
while she's still under the influence of the spores?
I'll be back shortly, captain.
You're no longer with us, are you?
I felt something was wrong.
It was necessary.
Come back to the planet with me.
You can belong again.
Come back with me, please.
I can't.
I love you.
I said that six years ago,
and I can't seem to stop repeating myself.
On earth, you couldn't give anything of yourself.
You couldn't even put your arms around me.
We couldn't have anything together there.
We couldn't have anything together anyplace else.
But we're happy here.
I can't lose you now, Mr. Spock. I can't.
I have a responsibility to this ship.
To that man on the bridge.
I am what I am, Leila,
and if there are self-made purgatories,
and we all have to live in them,
mine can be no worse than someone else's.
I have lost you, haven't I?
Not only you.
I've lost all of it.
The spores.
I've lost them too.
The captain discovered that strong emotions
and needs destroy the spore influence.
And this is for my good?
Do you mind if I say I still love you?
You never told me if you had another name, Mr. Spock.
You couldn't pronounce it.
They'll not hear this, of course.
It'll be more of a sensation of feeling it.
As though somebody had put itching powder on their skin.
Precisely.
Now, it should begin to work on their nerves in a few minutes.
- Sorry, desalle. - What do you think you're doing?
- I said I was sorry. - More like you're clumsy.
If you hadn't gotten in my way...
Come on, break it up. Break it up.
Well, doctor,
I've been thinking about what sort of work I can assign you to.
What do you mean?
What sort of work? I'm a doctor.
Not anymore, of course.
We don't need you. Not as a doctor.
Oh, no?
Would you like to see just how fast I can put you in a hospital?
I am the leader of this colony.
I'll assign you to whatever work I think is suitable.
Just a minute.
Better make me a mechanic.
Then I can treat little tin gods like you.
Sorry, sandoval.
I don't know what made me do that.
We've done nothing here.
No accomplishments. No progress.
Three years wasted.
We wanted to make this planet a garden.
You can't stay here.
You can't survive without the spores.
After you've cleared at the starbase, you could be relocated.
It depends upon what you want.
I think I'd...
I think we'd like to get some work done.
The work we started out to do.
Enterprise.
Enterprise. Spock here.
This is McCoy.
Sandoval would like to talk to the captain.
Just a moment.
They're all beginning to call in, captain.
Rather contritely, I should say.
Sandoval wishes to speak to you.
Put him on the speaker. Kirk here.
Captain, as I understood it, you were to transport us to starbase 27.
We'll give you every cooperation.
Start making preparations, Mr. sandoval.
We'll begin transporting your people aboard
as soon as more of our crew checks in.
As soon as more of our crew checks in.
Well, Jim, I've just examined the last of the colonists.
They're all in absolutely perfect, perfect health.
A fringe benefit leftover by the spores.
Good.
Well, that's the second time man's been thrown out of paradise.
No, no, bones. This time we walked out on our own.
Maybe we weren't meant for paradise.
Maybe we were meant to fight our way through.
Struggle, claw our way up, scratch for every inch of the way.
Maybe we can't stroll to the music of the lute.
We must march to the sound of drums.
Poetry, captain?
Non-regulation.
We haven't heard much from you about omicron ceti ill, Mr. Spock.
I have little to say about it, captain.
Except that...
for the first time in my life,
I was happy-