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First Season

Where No Man Has Gone Before

Captain's log,
Star date 1312.4.
The impossible has happened.
From directly ahead,
we're picking up a recorded distress signal,
the call letters of a vessel
which has been missing for over two centuries.
Did another Earth ship once probe out of the galaxy
as we intend to do?
What happened to it out there?
Is this some warning they've left behind?
Your move, Captain.
We should have intercepted by now.
The bridge said they'd call.
I'll have you checkmated your next move.
Have I ever mentioned
you play a very irritating game of chess, Mr. Spock?
Irritating?
Ah, yes. One of your Earth emotions.
Certain you don't know what irritation is?
The fact one of my ancestors married a human female--
Terrible having bad blood like that.
[Whistle Blows]
Bridge to briefing lounge.
Object is now within tractor beam range.
No visual contact, Mr. Kelso?
No, sir. It's too small to be a vessel.
It reads about 1 meter in diameter.
Not large enough even for a lifeboat.
Small enough to bring it aboard, sir. lf you want to risk it.
Lock onto it, Mr. Kelso.
Materializer ready, sir.
Bring it aboard.
Old-style ship recorder that could be ejected
when something threatened the ship.
More like destroyed the ship, in this case. Look at it.
Burnt, pitted.
Let's hope its tapes are intact.
- We'll feed it through Mr. Spock's computer. - Yes, sir.
[Beeping]
It's begun transmitting, sir.
Flash the bridge! Put all decks on the alert!
[Siren]
[Siren Continues]
Hold it, Jim.
Getting into shape?
Yeah. I figured you weren't on the bridge.
Kelso's voice sounded a little nervous.
Well, uh, you finish the game?
Mmm. He played most illogically.
His next move should have been the rook.
You're relieved, Mr. Alden.
Acknowledged, Mr. Mitchell.
Screen on.
Screen on, sir.
[Beeping]
Approaching galaxy edge, sir.
Neutralize warp, Mr. Mitchell.
Hold this position.
Neutralize warp, sir.
Address intercraft.
Intercraft open.
This is the captain speaking.
The object we encountered
is a ship's disaster recorder,
apparently ejected from the S.S. Valiant 200 years ago.
The tapes are burnt out. Trying the memory banks.
We hope to learn from the recorder
what the Valiant was doing here
and what destroyed the vessel.
We'll move out into our probe as soon as we have those answers.
All decks, stand by.
Department heads.
You wanted everybody on the bridge before we left the galaxy.
Jones.
The name's Smith, sir.
Astro sciences standing by, Captain.
Engineering division ready, as always.
Life sciences ready, sir.
This is Dr. Dehner, who joined the ship
at the Aldebaran colony.
Psychiatry, Captain.
My assignment is to study crew reaction
in emergency conditions.
Getting something from the recorder now.
lf there was an emergency,
I'd be interested in how that crew reacted, too.
Improving the breed, Doctor?
Is that your line?
I heard that's more your specialty, Commander,
line included.
Walking freezer unit.
Decoding memory banks.
I'll try to interpolate.
The Valiant had encountered a magnetic space storm
and was being swept in this direction.
The old impulse engines weren't strong enough.
Swept past this point,
about 1/2 light-year out of the galaxy,
they were thrown clear,
turned, and headed back into the galaxy here.
I'm not getting it all.
The tapes are pretty badly burned.
Sounds like the ship had encountered some unknown force.
Now, orders...
counter orders...
repeated urgent requests
for information from the ship's computer records
for anything concerning ESP in human beings.
Extrasensory perception?
Dr. Dehner, how are you on ESP?
In tests I've taken, my ESP rated high.
I'm asking what you know about ESP.
It is a fact
that some people can sense future happenings,
read the backs of playing cards, and so on,
but the esper capacity is always quite limited.
Severe damage.
Seven crewmen dead.
[Beeping]
No, make that six.
One crewman seemed to have recovered.
That's when they became interested
in extrasensory perception.
More than interested,
almost frantic about it.
[Distortion]
No, this must be garbled.
I get something about...
destruct.
I must have read it wrong.
It sounded like the captain giving an order
to destroy his own ship.
Comments?
The only fact we have for sure
is that the S.S. Valiant was destroyed.
That's probably the best argument
to continue the probe.
Other vessels will be heading out here someday
and they'll have to know what they'll be facing.
We're leaving the galaxy, Mr. Mitchell.
Ahead, warp factor 1.
[Beep]
Force field of some kind.
We're coming up on it fast.
Sensor beam on.
Sensor beam on, sir.
Deflectors full intensity.
Deflectors full intensity.
Deflectors say there's something there,
sensors say there isn't.
Density negative.
Radiation negative.
Energy negative.
Whatever it is, contact in 12 seconds.
Gravitation on automatic.
Emergency stations.
All decks on fire alert.
Neutralize controls.
Kelso, put it on manual.
Any radiation? Anything?
Negative!
Helmsmen, take us out of here!
Helmsmen!
Lateral power!
Take damage reports.
Damage control reports, all stations!
Gravity control switching to batteries.
Something, uh... hit me,
like an electrical charge.
He's alive. Appears to be in shock.
Engineering deck 3, can you give damage report?
Sensor beams. Full power on the deflectors.
Main engines are out, sir.
We're on emergency power cells.
Casualties, nine dead.
Gravity is down to .8.
All decks, this is bridge engineering.
Due to emergency conditions...
Gary...
Gary, are you all right?
I'm a little weak for some reason, Jim,
But I feel all right now.
Captain's log,
Star date 1312.9.
Ship's condition--
heading back on impulse power only.
Main engines burned out.
The ship's space-warp ability--gone.
Earth bases, which were only days away
are now years in the distance.
Our overriding question now is--
what destroyed the Valiant?
They lived through the barrier,
just as we have.
What happened to them after that?
Autopsy report, sir.
Each case showed damage
to the body's neural circuit.
An area of the brain was burned out.
And you-- are you feeling all right?
Yes. Mitchell, too,
Except for his eyes.
We're trying to find a reason for that now,
and why, out of our whole crew, only certain people were affected.
I thinks we've found that answer, Doctor.
You mentioned that tests show
you have a high degree of extrasensory perception.
So do the records of the others.
Gary Mitchell has the highest esper rating of all.
lf you're suggesting there's anything dangerous--
Before the Valiant was destroyed,
its captain was frantically searching
for ESP information on his crew.
Espers are simply people with flashes of insight.
Are there not also those
who seem to see through solid objects,
cause fires to start spontaneously?
There's nothing about it that could possibly make a person dangerous.
Dr. Dehner is speaking of normal ESP power.
Perhaps you know of another kind?
Do we know for sure, Doctor,
that there isn't another kind?
[Sighing]
Hello, Jim.
Hey, you look worried.
I've been worried about you
ever since that night on Deneb IV.
Yeah, she was nova, that one.
Not nearly as many aftereffects this time,
except for the eyes.
They stare back at me when I'm shaving.
Do you feel...
any different?
In a way, I feel better than I've ever felt before in my life.
It actually seems to have done me some good.
How?
Well, I'm getting a chance to read
some of that longhair stuff you like.
Hey, man, I remember you back at the academy--
a stack of books with legs.
The first thing I ever heard from upperclassmen
was, ''Watch out for Lieutenant Kirk.
in his class, you either think or sink.''
I wasn't that bad, was I?
lf I hadn't aimed
that little blonde lab technician at you--
You what?
You--you planned that?
Well, you wanted me to think, didn't you?
I outlined her whole campaign for her.
I almost married her!
You better be good to me.
I'm getting even better ideas here.
You? Spinoza?
Once you get into him,
he's rather simple. Childish, almost.
I don't agree with him at all.
Go on.
Hey, I'm trying to tell you I feel fine.
When do I go back on duty?
I'm going to ask Dr. Dehner
to keep you under observation for a while.
With almost a hundred women onboard,
you can do better than that, friend Captain.
Consider it a challenge.
That doesn't seem very friendly.
[Echoing] Didn't I say you'd better...
[Without An Echo] be good to me?
He's reading even faster now
than just a few moments ago.
Is that Gary Mitchell, the one you used to know?
Put a 24-hour watch on the sick bay.
Fullest possible range
of examinations and tests.
Perfect, perfect.
I've never had a patient like you, Gary.
Even the healthiest
are generally off on some reading.
I know you don't particularly like me, Mr. Mitchell,
but since I am assigned here,
can we make the best of it?
I've got nothing against you, Doctor.
Nor against the walking freezer unit?
Well, l, uh... sorry about that.
Women professionals do tend to overcompensate.
Now let's talk about you.
How do you feel?
You know, everybody seems worried
that I don't have some kind of fever or something.
Maybe if we could just change these dials--
Now back to normal, I think.
How did you do that?
I'm not sure, l...
I just thought of making it happen,
and it does. It's--
Hey, uh...
Hey, watch this, Doc.
Stop it. Stop it!
You were dead for almost 22 seconds.
There were no readings at all.
Yeah.
Oh, boy.
You--you know, Doc,
there have been other things, too,
like going halfway through the ship's library
in hardly a day.
Yeah.
Ooh, what's happening to me?
Do you remember everything you read that quickly?
Yeah.
On any tape?
Sure. Yeah.
Try this one.
Yeah.
Page 387.
''My love has wings,
''slender, feathered things
with grace in upswept curve and tapered tip.''
The Nightingale Woman,
written by Tarbolde
on the Canopius planet
back in 1996.
It's funny you picked that one, Doctor.
Why?
That's one of the most passionate love sonnets
of the past couple of centuries.
How do you feel, Doctor?
What?
How do you feel?
I just fell. Nothing happened.
No?
Are you sure?
Are you sure?
Ahem.
Um, I was on my coffee break.
I thought I'd check up on--
Yeah!
That's OK, Lee.
Come on in.
Don't let the light in my eyes bother you.
It's all for our...
our good-looking lady doctor here.
Yeah. Sure.
So, uh... so, how go the repairs?
Well, the main engines are gone,
unless we can find some way to re-energize them.
You better check the starboard impulse packs.
Those points have about decayed to lead.
Oh, yeah, sure, Mitch.
I'm not joking, Lee!
You activate those packs,
and you'll blow the whole impulse deck.
I'll, uh, get on it right away.
I just wanted to stop by and make sure you were OK.
See you later.
He's a fool.
A fool.
He'd seen those points,
and he hadn't noticed their condition.
How do you know?
The image of what he'd seen
was still in his mind.
It didn't make any sense that he'd know,
but naturally, I checked out the circuit anyway.
I don't know how, but he was right.
This point is burned out exactly the way he described it.
Sorry I'm late.
I became so interested in observing Gary--
Mr. Mitchell.
Our subject is not Gary Mitchell.
Our concern is what he is mutating into.
I know those from your planet
aren't suppose to have feelings like we do,
but to talk that way
about a man you've worked next to for years--
Enough, Doctor.
I don't think so.
I understand you least of all.
Gary told me you've been friends since he joined the service,
that you asked for him aboard your first command.
It is my duty, whether pleasant or unpleasant,
to listen to the reports, observations,
even speculations, on any subject...
that might affect the safety of this vessel.
And it's my science officer's duty
to see I'm provided with that.
Go ahead, Mr. Spock.
Have you noted evidence of unusual powers?
He can control certain autonomic reflexes.
He reads very fast,
retains more than most of us might consider usual.
Mr. Scott, would you repeat what you just told us?
About an hour ago,
the bridge control started going crazy--
levers shifting by themselves,
buttons being pushed,
instrument readings changing.
And on my monitor screen,
I could see Mitchell smiling
each time it happened,
as if this ship and crew were almost a toy
for his amusement.
Are they right, Doctor?
Has he shown abilities of such magnitude?
I saw some such indications.
And you didn't think it worth mentioning ?
No one's been hurt, have they?
Don't you understand?
A mutated superior man could also be a wonderful thing.
The forerunner of a new and better kind of human being.
Mr. Sulu.
lf you want the mathematics of this,
Mitchell's ability is increasing geometrically.
That is, like having a penny,
doubling it every day.
In a month, you'll be a millionaire.
In less time than that,
he will have attained powers
we can't understand and can't cope with.
Soon we'll be not only useless to him,
but actually an annoyance.
There'll be no discussion of this with the crew.
Thank you.
We'll never reach an Earth base with him aboard.
You heard the mathematics of it.
In a month he'll have as much in common with us
as we'd have with a ship full of white mice.
I need a recommendation, not vague warnings.
Recommendation one--
there's a planet a few light-days away from here, Delta Vega,
It has a lithium cracking station.
We may be able to adapt
some of its power packs to our engines.
And if we can't?
We'll be trapped in orbit there.
We haven't enough power to blast back out.
It is the only way to get Mitchell off this ship.
lf you mean strand Mitchell there, I won't do it!
That station is fully automated.
There's not a soul on the whole planet.
Even the ore ships call only once every 20 years.
Then you have one other choice.
Kill Mitchell while you still can.
Get out of here.
It is your only other choice,
assuming you make it while you still have time.
Will you try for one moment to feel?
At least act like you've got a heart.
We're talking about Gary.
The captain of the Valiant probably felt the same way,
and he waited too long to make his decision.
I think we've both guessed that.
Set course for Delta Vega.
Star date 1313.1.
We're now approaching Delta Vega.
Course set for a standard orbit.
This planet, completely uninhabited,
is slightly smaller than earth,
desolate, but rich in crystal and minerals.
Kelso's task--
transport down with a repair party,
try to regenerate the main engines,
save the ship.
Our task--
transport down a man I've known for 15 years,
and if we're successful,
maroon him there.
I'm thirsty.
It's like a man who has been blind
all of his life,
suddenly being given sight.
Sometimes I feel
there's nothing I couldn't do in time.
Some people think that makes me a monster,
don't they, Jim?
Are you reading all our thoughts, Gary?
I can sense mainly worry in you, Jim.
Safety of your ship.
What would you do in my place?
Probably just what Mr. Spock is thinking now.
Kill me while you can.
Stop it, Gary!
I also know
we're orbiting Delta Vega, Jim.
I can't let you force me down there.
I may not want to leave this ship.
I may want another place.
I'm not sure yet
just what kind of a world I can use.
Use?
I don't understand it all yet,
but if I keep growing, getting stronger,
why, the things I could do,
like...
like maybe a god could do.
I want him unconscious for a while.
Doctor!
You fools!
Soon I'll squash you like insects.
Energize.
Can you do it, Lee?
lf we can bypass the fuel bins
without blowing ourselves up.
There's not a soul on this planet but us?
Nobody but us chickens, Doctor.
I think I've got the 203-R set, Lee.
Good, Alden.
Transport it up with you.
The fuel bins, could they be detonated from here?
A destruct switch?
I guess I could wire one up right there.
Do it.
He's regaining consciousness.
Doctor Piper.
I want only one medical officer here at any one time.
The other will monitor him
on the dispensary screen.
I'd like to stay now,
try to talk to him.
My friend, James Kirk.
remember those rodent things on Dimorus?
The poisoned darts they threw?
I took one meant for you.
And almost died.
I remember.
So why be afraid of me now?
You've been testing your ability
to take over the Enterprise.
In the transporter room,
you said something about us
seeming like insects by comparison,
squashing us, if we got in your way.
I was drugged then.
Yes.
In the sick bay,
you said if you were in my place,
you'd kill a mutant like yourself.
Why don't you kill me then?
Mr. Spock is right.
You're a fool if you can't see it.
You don't mean that, Gary.
Man cannot survive if a race of true espers is born.
In time you'll understand that.
Gary...
Gary, don't!
Jim...
His eyes went back to normal.
Fighting the force field drained his strength.
For a while, he could be handled.
I'll just keep getting stronger.
You know that, don't you?
It fits like a glove, captain.
Oh...
Did Mr. Spock get the phaser rifle we sent down?
I didn't order any--
Affirmative.
Landing party out.
He tried to get through the force field again.
His eyes changed back faster. He didn't become as weak.
Dr. Dehner feels he isn't that dangerous.
What makes you right and a trained psychiatrist wrong?
Because she feels.
I don't. All I know is logic.
We'll be lucky to repair this ship
and get away in time.
Direct to the power bins.
From here, you could blow up this whole valley.
lf Mitchell gets out,
at your discretion, Lee,
if, sitting here, you think you're the last chance,
I want you to hit that button.
Captain's log,
Star date 1313.3.
Note commendations on Lieutenant Kelso
and the engineering staff.
In orbit above us,
the engines of the Enterprise
are almost fully regenerated.
Balance of the landing party
is being transported back up.
Mitchell,
whatever he's become,
keeps changing,
growing stronger by the minute.
He's been like that for hours now.
Have Dr. Piper meet us
in the control room with Kelso.
We'll all transport up together.
lf he should try to stop us--
Kelso will be on the destruct button
until the last minute.
I think he knows that.
[Elizabeth] I'm staying behind with him.
Fission chamber 3 checks out.
The station seems to be running fine.
[Scotty] You're a talented thief, Kelso.
Everything you sent up seems to be fitting in place.
I'm proud of the job we've done.
We're gonna be ready to transport--
You're leaving with the ship, Doctor.
He is not evil.
I gave you an order.
You should have killed me while you could, James.
Command and compassion is a fool's mixture.
It hit me, too, whatever it was.
Kelso is dead. Strangled.
At least Spock's alive.
Dr. Dehner?
She went with Mitchell.
Don't give him a pill until after I'm gone.
It's my fault
Mitchell got as far as he did.
Did you see their direction?
Yes. There was some morning light.
They were headed across the valley,
to the left of the pointed peaks.
There's flatlands beyond.
When Mr. Spock recovers,
you'll both transport up immediately to the Enterprise.
But Captain--
lf you have not received a signal from me
within 12 hours,
you'll proceed at maximum warp
to the nearest Earth base
with my recommendation
this entire planet be subjected
to a lethal concentration
of neutron radiation.
No protest on this, Mark.
That's an order.
It would take almost a miracle to survive here.
Then I shall make one.
Behold.
You'll soon share this feeling, Elizabeth.
To be like God,
to have the power to make the world anything you want it to be.
What's wrong?
A visitor.
A very foolish man.
You'll enjoy being a god, Elizabeth.
Blasphemy?
No.
Let there be food.
Kaferian apples.
Whenever we visited that planet,
I always favored these.
Can you hear me, James?
You cannot see me. I'm not there.
You follow the right path, James.
You'll come to me soon.
I can see him in my mind, too.
Then go to him, Elizabeth.
Talk to him.
Now that you're changing,
I want you to see
just how unimportant they are.
Yes, it just took a little longer
for it to happen to me.
You must help me.
Before it goes too far.
What he's doing is right
for him and me.
And for humanity?
You're still human--
No, I--
At least partly, you are!
Or you wouldn't be here talking to me.
Earth is really unimportant.
Before long, we'll be where it would have taken mankind
millions of years of learning to reach.
What will Mitchell learn in getting there?
Will he know what to do with his power? Will he acquire the wisdom?
Go back while you still can.
Did you hear him joke about compassion?
Above all else, a god needs compassion.
Mitchell!
Elizabeth...
What do you know about gods?
Then let's talk about humans, about our frailties.
As powerful as he gets,
he'll have that inside him.
Go back!
You were a psychiatrist once.
You know the ugly, savage things we all keep buried,
that none of us dare expose.
But he'll dare.
Who's to stop him? He doesn't need to care.
Be a psychiatrist for one minute longer.
What do you see happening to him?
What's your prognosis, Doctor?
He's coming.
Then watch him.
Hang on to being a human for one minute longer.
I'm disappointed in you, Elizabeth.
I've been contemplating the death
of an old friend.
He deserves a decent burial, at least.
Stop it, Gary.
Morals...
are for men,
not gods.
A god...
but still driven by human frailty.
Do you like what you see?
Time to pray, Captain.
Pray to me.
To you?
Not to both of you?
Pray that you die easily.
There'll only be one of you in the end.
One jealous god...
if all this makes a god.
Or is it making you something else?
Your last chance, Kirk.
Do you like what you see?
Absolute power corrupting absolutely.
Hurry!
You haven't much time.
Gary!
Forgive me.
For a moment, James,
but your moment is fading.
I'm sorry.
You...
can't know what it's like to...
be almost a...
god.
Enterprise.
From Captain Kirk.
Come in.
Captain's log,
Star date 1313.8.
Add to official losses, Dr. Elizabeth Dehner.
Be it noted she gave her life
in performance of her duty.
Lieutenant Commander Gary Mitchell.
Same notation.
I want his service record to end that way.
He didn't ask for what happened to him.
I felt for him, too.
I believe there's some hope for you after all, Mr. Spock.


The Corbomite Maneuver

1 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 are the first to reach this far.
[Beeping]
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 maneuvers, Mr. Sulu.
Object changing direction, too, sir.
Keeps coming at us.
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.
Bridge to all decks-- condition alert.
All decks-- condition alert.
Captain Kirk to the bridge.
Space-- the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.
Its five-year mission--
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, star date 1512.2.
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--sick bay.
Quarterly physical check.
Whew!
Just a few seconds more.
Just a few seconds more.
[Grumbling]
That's a boy. Keep it up.
A little sweat will 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.
A vessel of some kind?
Negative. More some type of device.
I'll be right up.
You could see the alarm lights.
Why didn't you tell me?
Finally finished a physical on you.
What am l, a doctor or a moon shuttle conductor?
If I jumped every time a light came on,
I'd end up talking to myself.
All decks alert.
[Alarm Sounds]
All decks alert.
Bridge.
Captain to Bridge.
Spock here.
Any changes?
Negative.
It seems to want to hold us here.
Any indication of danger?
Negative.
I'll change first then.
Captain out.
All decks have reported green, Mr. Bailey.
Yes, sir.
The captain will expect a full report on--
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 have a human thing
called an adrenaline gland.
It sounds most inconvenient.
Have you considered having it removed?
Very funny.
You try to cross brains with Spock,
he'll cut you to pieces every time.
Captain to Bridge.
Spock here.
Signs of life?
Negative.
Have you tried all hailing frequencies?
Affirmative.
No answer.
Have the department heads meet me on the bridge.
Already standing by.
[Beeping]
Reporting, sir.
Sensors show it is solid,
but its composition is unknown to us.
Lieutenant Uhura.
Hailing frequencies still open, sir.
I get no message from it.
Navigation.
Distance from us-- 1,593 meters, position constant.
Each of its edges measures 107 meters.
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 it can sense us coming,
block us, move when we move--
it beats me.
That's my report.
Life sciences.
Same report.
Sir, we going to 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, star date 1513.8.
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?
I haven't requested an explanation.
Now, as I was about to say, Navigator,
plot a spiral course away from the cube.
Yes, sir.
We'll try pulling away from it.
Helmsman to Engine Room,
stand by.
All decks alert.
We're going to try pulling away.
Course plotted and laid in, sir.
Engage, Mr. Sulu.
Quarter speed.
.25, sir.
Still blocking us, sir.
Let's see if it'll give way.
Ahead half speed.
.50, sir.
[Beeping]
Radiation from the short end of the spectrum increasing.
All stop. Hold position.
It's still coming toward us.
Range--190 meters.
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 meters now.
Helm, give us warp speed.
Warp one, sir.
Radiation at the tolerance level.
Warp two, sir.
Speed is now warp three.
Radiation passing the tolerance level,
entering lethal zone.
Range--51 meters and still closing, sir.
Phaser Crew stand ready.
Phaser Crew reports ready, sir.
Growing. We can take only a few more seconds.
Lock phasers on target.
Mr. Bailey, lock phasers!
Phasers locked on target, sir.
At point-blank range and closing.
Fire main phasers.
Captain's Log, star date 1514.0.
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 one, 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 maneuvers.
Keep repeating the exercise
until we're proficient, gentlemen.
Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Your timing is lousy, Jim.
Your men are tired.
Captain's quarters.
Don't you always say
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.
Oh? 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 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?
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.
[Communicator Signal]
Kirk here.
Exercise rating, Captain--94%.
Let's try for 100, Mr. Spock.
Agreed.
What are you going to do with that 6%?
I'm going to take it, and I'm going to--
Excuse me, sir.
It's past time you had something to eat, sir.
What the devil is this?
Green leaves?
It's dietary salad, sir.
Dr. McCoy changed your diet card.
I thought you knew.
Your weight was up a couple of pounds. Remember?
Will you stop hovering over me, Yeoman?
I'll change it if you don't like it.
Bring some for the doctor, too.
No, no. I never eat until the crew eats.
Thank you, Yeoman.
You're welcome, sir.
[Bailey] This is the bridge.
All decks prepare to better reaction time
on second simulated attack.
When I find the headquarters genius
that assigned me a female yeoman--
What's the matter, don't you trust yourself?
Battle stations.
Engineering decks alert...
I've already got a female to worry about.
Her name's the Enterprise.
Engineering decks alert.
Phaser crews, let's--
[Sulu] 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 two, sir.
Tractor beam, Captain.
Something's grabbed us--hard.
Engines overloading.
All engines stop.
All engines stopped, sir.
Phaser crews stand ready.
Bridge to phaser crews, stand ready.
Forward phaser, will comply.
All weapons at operational ready.
Fascinating.
What's its mass, Mr. Spock?
Reading goes off my scale.
Must be a mile in diameter.
Over 5,000 meters away,
and it still fills the screen.
Reduce image.
Let me see all of it.
Magnification 2.5, 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?
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 Fesarius
of the First Federation.
Your vessel, obviously the product
of a primitive and savage civilization,
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.
When we attempted to disengage--
[Static]
Captain, we're being invaded
by exceptionally strong sensor 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 the recorder marker have this on its tapes?
Enough to warn other Earth ships.
Mr. Bailey, dispatch recorder marker.
Mr. Bailey.
Uh, recorder marker dispatched, sir.
Marker on course.
Heading back the way we--
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
10 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 civilization
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 U.S.S. 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--
[High-pitched Sound]
Lay in a course ahead, Mr. Bailey.
What?
A course?
Plotted and laid in, sir.
Engage, warp factor one.
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? Let's find out.
They want us to lose our heads.
We've only got eight minutes left.
7 minutes and 45 seconds.
He's doing a countdown!
Practically end of watch.
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.
[Electronic Humming]
You now have seven minutes left.
4 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 sor--
I regret that I can find no other logical alternative.
Assuming we get out of this, Captain--
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 your mistake.
You overworked him, pushed him,
expected too much from him--
I'm ordering you to drop it.
I have no time for you, your theories,
your quaint philosophies...
I intend to challenge your actions in my records.
I'll state that I warned you.
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.
He was reminiscent of my father.
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 how you keep 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.
11...
10 seconds.
9...
8...
7...
6...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1.
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?
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 frequencies, 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.
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.
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, star date 1514.1.
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 his small ship.
Question-- Will he grow careless?
He's pulling out a little ahead of us.
He's sneaked power down a bit.
Our speed is down to .64 of light.
I want a right angle course.
Shear away from him
no matter which way he turns.
Maximum acceleration when I give the word.
Yes, sir.
Engage.
It's a strain, Captain.
Engines are overloading.
More power.
We're superheating.
Intermix temperature, 7,400 degrees.
75...
76...
8,000 degrees.
Shear away, Mr. Bailey.
2,000 degrees above maximum.
84...
85...
86...
She'll blow soon!
Now, Mr. Sulu. Impulse power two.
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.
He signaled to the mother ship.
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 the mother ship heard it.
Plot a course for it, Mr. Bailey.
For it, Captain?
Dead ahead.
This is the captain speaking.
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 meters.
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 into their main deck.
Air sample?
Breathable. In fact,
a slightly higher oxygen content than our own.
Communicator...
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 Balok...
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 l.
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.


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