Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home (1986) - full transcript

Captaln: What do you make of it?

It appears to be a probe, captain,
from an intelligence unknown to us.

Continue transmitting
"universal peace" and "hello"

in all known languages.
Get me starfleet command.

Ready, captain.

Starfleet command, this is u.S.S.
Saratoga

patrolling sector
5, neutral zone.

We're tracking a probe
of unknown origin

on apparent trajectory to
the terran solar system.

Attempts to communicate with
the probe have been negative

on all known frequencies.



Man: Continue
tracking, saratoga.

We Will analyse
transmissions and advise.

Roger, starfleet. Saratoga out.

Automated female voice:
6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 .

There. Hold the image.

Hold!

Behold the quintessential
devil in these matters,

James t. Kirk, renegade
and terrorist.

Not only is he responsible for
the murder of a klingon crew,

the theft of a klingon vessel, see
now the real plot and intentions.

Even as this federation was
negotiating a peace treaty with us,

Kirk was secretly developing
the Genesis torpedo,

conceived by Kirk's son,

and test-detonated by
the admiral himself.



The result of this
awesome energy

was euphemistically called
the Genesis planet,

a secret base from which to launch the
annihilation of the klingon people.

We demand the extradition of Kirk.
We demand justice!

Sarek: Klingon justice is a unique
point of view, mr president.

Genesis was perfectly named, the
creation of life, not death.

The klingons shed the first blood while
attempting to possess its secrets.

Vulcans are well known

as the intellectual puppets
of this federation.

Your vessel did destroy u.S.S. Grissom.
Your men did kill Kirk's son.

- Do you deny these events?
- We deny nothing.

- We have the right to preserve our race.
- You have the right to commit murder?

Silence. Silence!

There'll be no further
outbursts from the floor.

Mr president, I have come to
speak on behalf of the accused.

Personal bias. His son
was saved by Kirk.

Mr ambassador, with all respect, the
council's deliberations are over.

- Then Kirk goes unpunished?
- Admiral Kirk

has been charged with nine
violations of starfleet regulations.

Starfleet regulations?
That's outrageous!

Remember this well.

There shall be no peace
as long as Kirk lives.

Man: You pompous ass!

Kirk: Captain's
log, stardate 8390.

We're in the third month
of our vulcan exile.

And it was Dr McCoy, with a
fine sense of historical irony,

who decided on a name for our
captured klingon vessel.

And like those mutineers
of 500 years ago,

we, too, have a hard
choice to make.

- Dr McCoy?
- Aye, sir.

- Mr Scott?
- Aye, sir.

- Uhura?
- Aye, sir.

- Chekov?
- Aye, sir.

- Sulu?
- Aye, sir.

Let the record show that
the commander and the crew

of the late starship enterprise

have voted unanimously
to return to earth,

to face the consequences
of their actions

in the rescue of their
comrade captain Spock.

Thank you all. Repair
stations, please.

- Mr Scott.
- Aye, sir?

- How soon can we be underway?
- Give me one more day, sir.

Damage control is easy.
Reading klingon, that's hard.

You'd think they could
at least send a ship.

It's bad enough to
be court-martialed,

and spend the rest of our
lives mining borite,

but to have to go home in
this klingon flea trap...

We could learn a thing or
two from this flea trap.

It's got a cloaking device
that cost us a lot.

I just wish we could
cloak the stench.

Computer, resume testing.

Computer 1: Who said, "logic is
the cement of our civilisation"

"with which we ascend from the
chaos using reason as our guide"?

T'plana-hath, matron
of vulcan philosophy.

Correct.

What is the molecular formula
of yominum sulphide crystals?

White queen to section 5, grid 6.
Queen takes knight. Rook takes queen.

White pawn to section 5, grid 7.
Pawn takes rook. Checkmate.

What significant contribution
to bioengineering

was made on the loonkerian
outpost on klendth?

The universal atmospheric
element compensator.

- Evaluate...
- computer 2: Correct.

Computer 1: Starship sensors indicate
it is being pursued so closely,

that it occupies the same
space as the pursuer.

Computer 2: Correct.
Computer 1: Identify object

- and its cultural significance.
- Computer 2: Correct.

Klingon mummification glyph.

What were the principal
historical events on earth

- in the year 1987?
- Computer 2: Correct.

Computer 1: What was kiri-kin-tha's
first law of metaphysics?

- Nothing unreal exists.
- Computer 2: Correct.

Computer 1: Adjust the sine
wave of this magnetic envelope

so that antineutrons can pass through
but the antigravitons cannot.

- Computer 2: Correct.
- What is the electronic configuration

- of gadolinium?
- Computer 2: Correct.

Computer 1: How do you feel?

How do you feel?
How do you feel?

- I do not understand the question.
- Amanda: What is it, Spock?

I do not understand
the question, mother.

You're half human. The
computer knows that.

The question is irrelevant.

Spock, the retraining of your
mind has been in the vulcan way,

so you may not understand feelings,
but as my son, you have them.

They Will surface.

As you wish, since you
deem them of value,

but I cannot wait
here to find them.

- Why? Where must you go?
- I must go to earth to offer testimony.

You do this for friendship.

I do it because I was there.

Spock, does the good of the many
outweigh the good of the one?

I would accept that as an axiom.

Then you stand here alive
because of a mistake

made by your flawed,
feeling, human friends.

They have sacrificed their
futures because they believed

that the good of the one, you,
was more important to them.

- Humans make illogical decisions.
- They do, indeed.

Here it comes now.

- What's causing that?
- Their call's being carried

on an amplification
wave of enormous power.

Can we isolate the wave?

Negative. It's impacting
on all our systems.

Yellow alert. Shields up.
Helm, reduce closing speed.

Thruster controls have
been neutralised.

- Emergency thrusters.
- No response, captain.

Captaln: Emergency lights.

Damage report.

All systems have failed.

We're functioning on
reserve power only.

Starfleet command, this is saratoga.
Can you hear me?

Come in, please.
Come in, please.

Thank you, sir.

- Status report, admiral.
- Not good, mr president.

The probe is headed
directly toward us.

Its signal is damaging
everything in its path.

The klingons have
lost two vessels.

Two starships and
three smaller vessels

- have been neutralised.
- Neutralised? How?

We don't know. Get
me the yorktown.

Emergency channel 0130.
Code red.

It has been three hours since our
contact with the alien probe.

All attempts at regaining
power have failed.

It's using forms of energy our
best scientists do not understand.

- Can you protect us?
- We're launching everything we have.

Our chief engineer is trying to
deploy a makeshift solar sail.

We have high hopes that
this wiii, if successfui,

generate power to keep us alive.

- Systems report, communications.
- Communications systems all ready, sir.

Communications officer as
ready as she'll ever be.

- Mr sulu?
- Guidance is functional.

Onboard computer Will interface
with federation memory bank.

- Weapons systems.
- Operational, admiral.

Cloaking device now available
on all flight modes.

I'm impressed. That's a lot
of work for a short voyage.

We are in an enemy vessel, sir.

I did not wish to be shot down
on the way to our own funeral.

Good thinking. Engine room.
Report, mr Scott.

We're ready, sir. I've converted
the dilithium sequencer

into something a
little less primitive,

and, admiral, I have replaced
the klingon food packs.

They were giving
me a sour stomach.

Oh, is that what it was?
Prepare for departure.

Everybody not going to
earth had better get off.

Saavik.

- This is goodbye.
- Yes, admiral.

Thank you.

Sir, I have not had the opportunity
to tell you about your son.

David died most bravely.

He saved Spock. He saved us all.
I thought you should know.

Good day, captain Spock. May
yourjourney be free of incident.

Live long and
prosper, lieutenant.

- Permission to come aboard.
- Permission granted.

- Thank you, admiral.
- Jim.

Spock, Jim. Don't you remember?

It would not be proper
to refer to you as Jim

while you're in
command, admiral.

Also, I must apologise for my attire.
I seem to have misplaced my uniform.

Station.

- Are you sure this is such a bright idea?
- What do you mean?

I mean him back at his post
like nothing happened.

I don't know if you've got
the whole picture or not,

but he's not exactly
working on all thrusters.

- It'll come back to him.
- Are you sure?

That's what I thought.

Mr sulu, take us home.

Thrusters functional.

One-quarter impulse power.

Man: Spacedock, this is starfleet.
Launch all vessels. Launch all vessels.

Sir, spacedock doors
are inoperative.

All emergency systems
are nonfunctional.

- Engage reserve power.
- Aye, sir.

Starfleet command, this is
spacedock on emergency channel.

We have lost all internal power.

Estimating planet earth, 1
.6 hours, present speed.

Continue on course.

Mr Chekov, any sign of
a federation escort?

No, sir, and no federation vessels
on assigned patrol stations.

That's odd.

- Uhura, what's on the comm channels?
- Very active, sir.

Multiphasic transmissions, overlapping.
It's almost a gibberish.

Let me see if I can sort it out.

Hi. Busy?

Uhura is busy. I am monitoring.

Well, I just wanted to
say it sure is nice

to have your katra back in
your head and not mine.

What I mean is, I may
have carried your soul,

but I sure couldn't
fill your shoes.

My shoes?

Forget it.

Perhaps we could cover a
little philosophical ground,

life, death, life,
things of that nature.

I did not have time, on vulcan, to
review the philosophical disciplines.

Come on, Spock. It's me, McCoy.

You really have gone where
no man's gone before.

Can't you tell me
what it felt like?

It would be impossible
to discuss this subject

without a common
frame of reference.

You're joking.

A joke is a story with
a humorous climax.

You mean I have to die to
discuss your insights on death?

Forgive me, doctor. I'm receiving
a number of distress calls.

I don't doubt it.

Juneau, Alaska,
clouds increase 95%.

Tokyo, total cloud coverage.
All power from reserve banks.

Leningrad has lost all
electrical power.

Cloud coverage 100%.
Temperatures decreasing rapidly.

What is the estimate cloud cover
of the planet, at this time?

- Computer: 78.6%.
- Notify all stations.

Starfleet emergency. Red alert.

Switch power immediately
to planetary reserves.

Switching now, admiral.

Computer: Red alert. We
are now on red alert.

Attention. Attention. Red alert.

Mr president,

even with planetary reserves, we
cannot survive without the sun.

I'm well aware of that, admiral.

Ambassador sarek,

I'm afraid you're
trapped here with us.

There seems to be no way
we can answer this probe.

It is difficult to answer

when one does not
understand the question.

Mr president.

Perhaps you should transmit a
planetary distress signal,

while we still have time.

- Admiral.
- What is it?

Overlapping distress calls

and now a message coming
in from the federation.

On screen.

This is the president of the
united federation of planets.

Do not approach earth.

The transmissions of
an orbiting probe

are causing critical
damage to this planet.

It has almost totally
ionised our atmosphere.

All power sources have failed.

All earth-orbiting
starships are powerless.

The probe is
vaporising our oceans.

We cannot survive unless
a way can be found

to respond to the probe.

Further communications
may not be possible.

Save your energy. Save yourselves.
Avoid the planet earth at all costs.

Farewell.

Can you let us hear the
probe's transmission?

Yes, sir. On speakers.

- Spock, what do you make of that?
- Most unusual.

An unknown form of energy of
great power and intelligence,

evidently unaware that its
transmissions are destructive.

I find it illogical that its
intentions should be hostile.

Really? You think this
is its way of saying,

"hi there" to the
people of the earth?

There are other forms of
intelligence on earth, doctor.

Only human arrogance would assume
the message must be meant for man.

You're suggesting the transmission is
meant for a life form other than man?

At least a possibility, admiral.

The president did say it was
directed at earth's oceans.

Uhura, can you modify
the probe signals,

accounting for density and
temperature and salinity factors?

I can try, sir.

I think I have it, sir.

And this is what it would
sound like underwater?

Yes, sir.

Fascinating.

If my suspicion is correct,

there can be no response to this message.
Excuse me.

- Where are you going?
- To test my theory.

Bones, you stay here.

No way. Somebody's got
to keep an eye on him.

- Spock?
- As suspected.

The probe's transmissions are
the songs sung by whales.

- Whales.
- Specifically, humpback whales.

That's crazy. Who would send a
probe hundreds of light-years

- to talk to whales?
- It's possible.

Whales have been on earth
far earlier than man.

10 million years earlier. Humpbacks
were heavily hunted by man.

They've been extinct
since the 21 st century.

It is possible that
an alien intelligence

sent the probe to determine
why they lost contact.

- My god.
- Spock.

Could the humpbacks' answer
to this call be simulated?

The sounds, but not the language. We
would be responding in gibberish.

Does the species exist
on any other planet?

Negative. Humpbacks were indigenous
to earth, earth of the past.

Well, we have no choice.

We must destroy the probe
before it destroys earth.

To attempt to do so would
be futile, admiral.

The probe could render
us neutral easily.

We can't just turn away.

- There must be an alternative.
- There is one possibility,

but, of course, I cannot
guarantee success.

We could attempt to find
some humpback whales.

You just said there aren't any,
except on earth of the past.

- Yes, doctor, that is exactly what I said.
- Well, in that case...

- Now wait just a damn minute.
- Spock.

Start your computations for time Warp.
Bones, you come with me.

Computer: Red alert. Red alert.

- Red alert.
- Admiral.

We need that power

to keep the medical and emergency
facilities functioning.

All underground storage systems

have been shut down due to
contamination from the probe's wave.

Computer: Red alert. Red alert.

Man: Hey, Tom, get those
steel plates in here!

Computer: Red alert. Red alert.

- Scotty, how long is this BAY?
- About 60 feet, admiral.

Can you enclose
it to hold water?

I suppose I could. You
planning to take a swim?

Off the deep end, mr Scott.

- We've got to find some humpbacks.
- Humpbacked people?

Whales, mr Scott. Whales.

About 45 to 50 feet long.
About 40 tons each.

You really gonna try time
travel in this rust bucket?

- We've done it before.
- Sure. Slingshot around the sun,

pick up enough speed and
you're in time Warp.

- If you don't, you're fried.
- You prefer to do nothing?

I prefer a dose of common sense.

You're proposing that we
go backwards in time,

find humpback whales, then bring
them forward in time, drop them off,

and hope to hell they tell this
probe what to go do with itself.

- That's the general idea.
- Well, that's crazy.

You have a better idea?
Now's the time.

- Your computations, mr Spock?
- Ln progress, admiral.

Uhura, get me through
to starfleet command.

Computer: Red alert.

Man: I'm picking up a
faint transmission.

- Red alert.
- I think it's admiral Kirk calling.

On screen.

Starfleet command, this
is admirai James t. Kirk,

on route to earth aboard
a klingon vessel.

We have intercepted and analysed the
call of the probe threatening earth.

Satellite reserve power. Now.

Only the extinct
species, humpback whale,

can give a proper
response to the probe.

Stabilise. Emergency reserve.

- Starfleet command, do you read me?
- Man: Go ahead.

- We hear you.
- Starfleet command...

If you read me, we're going
to attempt time travel.

We are computing our
trajectory at this time.

Get him back! Get him back!

Ready to engage
computer, admiral.

- What's our target in time?
- Late 20th century.

- Can you be more specific?
- Not with this equipment.

I've had to programme some of
the variables from memory.

- What are some of the variables?
- Availability of fuel components,

mass of the vessel through
a time continuum,

and probable location
of humpback whales,

in this case, the pacific basin.

You've programmed all
that from memory?

I have.

"Angels and ministers
of grace defend us!"

Hamlet, act I, scene lv.

No doubt about your
memory, Spock.

Engage computers.
Prepare for Warp speed.

- Shields, mr Chekov.
- Shields, aye.

May fortune favour the foolish.

Warp speed, mr sulu.

Warp 2.

- Warp 3.
- Steady as she goes.

Warp 4.

Warp 5.

Warp 6.

Warp 7.

Warp 8!

Sir, heat shields at maximum.

Warp 9!

9.2. 9.3.

- We need breakaway speed.
- 9.5. 9.6.

9.7. 9.8.

- I'm okay. I'm all right.
- Steady.

Now, mr sulu!

Uhura: I should never have left...
Sulu: I had no control, sir.

Chekov: The mains are down, sir.
Aux power...

McCoy: My god, Jim, where are we?
Spock: It is the human thing to do.

Kirk: Our mission?

Spock, you're talking about the
end of every life on earth.

Mr sulu.

Aye, sir.

What is our condition?

Sir, the braking
thrusters have fired.

Picture, please.

Earth.

But when? Spock?

Judging by the pollution
content of the atmosphere,

I believe we have arrived at the
latter half of the 20th century.

- Well done, Spock.
- Admiral, if I may,

we are probably already visible to
the tracking devices of the time.

Quite right, mr Spock. Engage
cloaking device, mr Chekov.

We are crossing the
Terminator into night.

Homing in on the west
coast of north America.

Admiral, I am
receiving whale song.

Put them on speakers.

Admiral, this is strange.
The song is directly ahead.

It's coming from San Francisco.

From the city?

- That doesn't make sense.
- Scotty: Admiral.

We have a serious problem.
Would you please come down?

It's these klingon crystals, admiral.
The time travel drained them.

- They're giving out, decrystallising.
- Give me a round figure, mr Scott.

24 hours, give or take,
staying cloaked.

After that, admiral, we're
visible and dead in the water.

In any case,

we won't have enough to break
out of earth's gravity,

to say nothing about
getting home.

I can't believe we've come this
far only to be stopped by this.

Is there no way of
recrystallising the dilithium?

Sorry, sir.

We can't even do that
in the 23rd century.

Admiral, there may be a
20th century possibility.

Explain.

If memory serves, there
was a dubious flirtation

with nuclear fission reactors
resulting in toxic side effects.

By the beginning of the fusion era,
these reactors had been replaced,

but at this time we may
be able to find some.

But you said they were toxic.

We could construct a device to collect
their high-energy photons safely.

These photons could then be injected
into the dilithium chamber,

causing crystalline
restructure, theoretically.

Where would we find these
reactors, theoretically?

Nuclear power was widely
used in naval vessels.

San Francisco. I was born there.

It doesn't look all
that different.

- Set us down in golden gate park.
- Sulu: Aye, sir. Descending.

We'll divide into teams.

Commanders uhura and Chekov are
assigned to the uranium problem.

- Yes, sir.
- Dr McCoy, you, mr Scott,

and commander sulu Will
convert us a whale tank...

Oh, joy.

While captain Spock and I

attempt to trace these whale
songs to their source.

I'll have bearing and
distance for you, sir.

I want you all to be very careful.
This is terra incognita.

Many of their customs Will
doubtless take us by surprise.

It's a foregone conclusion

none of these people have ever
seen an extraterrestrial before.

This is an extremely primitive
and paranoid culture.

Chekov Will issue a
phaser and a communicator

to each team.

We'll maintain radio silence
except in emergencies.

Those of you in uniform,
remove your rank insignia.

Any questions? All right.

Let's do ourjob and
get out of here.

Our own world is waiting for
us to save it. If we can.

- Commence landing procedures.
- Aye, sir.

Don't tell me you two
are fighting again?

I thought you made
up last night.

- Why are you two always fighting?
- I like the way she fights.

Anyway, I said to her,

"if you think I'm gonna spend
$60 for a damn toaster oven,

- "you're out of your mind."
- What did she say to that?

Well, she...

What the hell was that?

- Did you see that?
- No, and neither did you,

- so shut up.
- I didn't see nothing.

- Bearing to the whales?
- 283 degrees, 15.2 kilometres.

Everybody remember
where we parked.

Hey, why don't you watch where
you're going, you dumb-ass!

Well, double dumb-ass on you!

It's a miracle these people ever
got out of the 20th century.

They're still using money,
we gotta find some.

Spock. The rest
of you stay here.

The rest of you, break up. You
look like a cadet review.

Yes. 18th-century American.
Quite valuable.

Are you sure you want
to part with them?

- How much Will you give me for them?
- Excuse me.

Weren't those a birthday
present from Dr McCoy?

And they Will be again,
that's the beauty of it.

How much?

Well, they'd be worth more
if the lenses were intact.

I'll give you $100.

Is that a lot?

That's all there is,
so don't splurge.

All set? Good hunting.

Well, Spock, here we are.

Thanks to your restored memory
and a little bit of good luck,

we're walking the streets
of San Francisco

looking for a couple
of humpback whales.

How do you propose to
solve this minor problem?

Simple logic Will suffice.

I believe I shall begin by
making use of this map.

I have the distance and bearing which
were provided by commander uhura.

If we juxtapose our coordinates, we
should be able to find our destination

which lies at 283.7...

I think we'll find what we're looking for
at the cetacean lnstitute in sausalito.

A pair of humpback whales,
named George and Gracie.

- How do you know this?
- Simple logic.

What does it mean, exact change?

You mind telling me how we
plan to convert this tank?

Ordinarily, I could do it with a
piece of transparent aluminium.

I'm afraid you're a number
of years too early for that.

I know. We've got to find the
20th-century equivalent.

But where?

- Did you find it?
- Yes. Under U.S. government.

Now we need directions.

Excuse me, sir, can you direct
me to the naval base in Alameda?

It's where they keep
the nuclear vessels.

Nuclear vessels.

- Excuse us.
- Excuse me,

we are looking for
nuclear vessels.

Can you tell me where
the naval base is in...

We're looking for...

Hello. We are looking for the
nuclear vessels in Alameda.

- Could you tell me where...
- Can you help us?

We're looking for the
naval base in Alameda.

Could you tell me where
the nuclear vessels are?

I don't know if I know the answer to that.
I think it's across the BAY, in Alameda.

That's what I said, Alameda.

- I know that.
- But where is Alameda?

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Would you mind
stopping that noise?

Excuse me.

Would you mind stopping
that damn noise?

Admiral, may I ask
you a question?

Spock, don't call me admiral.

You used to call me Jim.
Don't you remember? Jim?

What's your question?

Your use of language has
altered since our arrival.

It is currently laced with, shall
I say, more colourful metaphors,

"double dumb-ass on
you," and so forth.

- You mean the profanity?
- Yes.

That's simply the
way they talk here.

Nobody pays any attention to you
unless you swear every other word.

You'll find it in all the
literature of the period.

For example?

Well, the collected works
of Jacqueline susann,

- the novels of Harold Robbins.
- Ah.

The giants.

Woman on pa: The next showing of
the wonderful world of whales.

Will begin in five minutes...

Here I go.

Good morning. I'm your
guide this morning.

My name is Dr Gillian Taylor,
but you can call me Gillian.

I'm assistant director of the
maritime cetacean lnstitute.

So, please follow me, and just give
a yell if you can't hear me, okay?

The cetacean lnstitute is the
only museum in the world

exclusively devoted to whales.

As you can see, we have
a great deal to offer,

but that is small
compared to what we know,

or rather, what we don't
know about whales.

The first commonly held misconception
is that whales are fish.

They're not. They're mammals,
just like you and me,

warm-blooded, needing
air to breathe,

and producing milk to
nurse their young.

Man: Do whales attack
people like in Moby dick?

No. No, most whales
don't even have teeth.

They have a soft,
gum-like tissue

that strains vast amounts
of tiny shrimp for food.

And that is the limit
of their hostility.

Unfortunately, their principal
enemy is far, far more aggressive.

- You mean man.
- To put it mildly.

Since the dawn of time,

men have harvested whales
for a variety of purposes,

most of which can be achieved
synthetically at this point.

100 years ago, using
hand-thrown harpoons,

man did plenty of damage.

But that is nothing compared
to what he has achieved

in this century.

This is mankind's legacy, whales
hunted to the brink of extinction.

Virtually gone is
the blue whale,

the largest creature ever
to inhabit the earth.

Despite all attempts
at banning whaling,

there are still countries and
pirates currently engaged

in the slaughter of these
inoffensive creatures.

Where the humpback
whale once numbered

in the hundreds of thousands,

today there are less than
10,000 specimens alive.

And those that are taken in
are no longer fully grown.

In addition, many of the
female whales are killed

while still bearing
unborn calves.

To hunt a species to
extinction is not logical.

Who ever said the human
race was logical?

Now, if you'll
follow me, please,

I'll introduce you to the
lnstitute's pride and joy.

This is the largest
seawater tank in the world,

and it contains the only two
humpback whales in captivity.

They are mature humpbacks
weighing 45,000 pounds each.

They wandered into San Francisco BAY
as calves and were brought here.

We call them George and Gracie.

It's perfect, Spock.

A male and a female humpback
in a contained space.

We beam them up together,
consider ourselves lucky.

Beautiful, aren't they? And
extremely intelligent.

Now if you'll follow me, please.

Despite all that they
are teaching us,

we have to return George and
Gracie to the open sea.

- Why is that?
- Well, for one thing,

we simply don't
have enough money

to keep feeding them 2
tons of shrimp per day.

- How soon?
- Soon.

It's too bad, too, because they're
really quite friendly, as you could see.

I've grown quite
attached to them.

And now, here's a much better way to
see George and Gracie. Underwater.

What you're hearing is
recorded whale song.

It is sung by the male.

He'll sing anywhere from 6
to as long as 30 minutes,

and then start again.

In the ocean, the other whales Will
pick up his song, and pass it on.

The songs change every year,

and we still don't know
what purpose they serve.

Are they some kind of
navigational signal?

Could they be part of
the mating ritual?

Or is it pure communication
beyond our comprehension?

- Frankly, we just don't know yet.
- Maybe he's singing to that man.

How'd he get in there?

What the hell? Excuse me.
Wait right here.

Excuse me. Excuse me, please.

All right, who the hell are you?
What were you doing in there?

Yeah, speak up, fella.

Attempting the hell
to communicate.

Communicate? Communicate what?
You have no right to be here!

You heard the lady.

Admiral, if we were to assume

that these whales are ours
to do with as we please,

we would be as guilty as those
who caused their extinction.

Okay, I don't know what
this is all about,

but I want you guys out of here
right now, or I call the cops.

I assure you that won't be necessary.
We're only trying to help.

The hell you were, buster.

Your friend was messing up my
tanks and messing up my whales.

They like you very much, but they
are not the hell your whales.

- I suppose they told you that, huh?
- The hell they did.

Right.

- Spock.
- Yes.

About those colourful metaphors
that we've discussed.

I don't think you should
try using them any more.

- Why not?
- Well, for one thing,

you haven't quite got
the knack of it.

- I see.
- And another thing.

It's not always necessary
to tell the truth.

- I cannot tell a lie.
- I don't mean lie,

but you could exaggerate.

- Exaggerate?
- Exaggerate.

You've done it before.
Can't you remember?

The hell I can't.

What else did you learn
from your mind meld?

They're unhappy about the way their
species have been treated by man.

Well, they have a right to be.
Are they gonna help us?

I believe I was successful in
communicating our intentions.

I see.

It's all right. Yes, I know. It's
okay, they didn't mean any harm.

- Heard there was some excitement.
- Just a couple of kooks.

- How you doing?
- I'm fine.

Don't tell me fish stories, kiddo.
I've known you too long.

Bob, it's tearing
me apart, okay?

I know. I feel the same thing,

but we're stuck between a
rock and a hard place.

We can't keep them here
without risking their lives,

we can't let them go without
taking the same chance.

I know, I know.

And besides, we're not talking
about human beings here.

It's never been proven
their intelligence

- is in any way...
- Come on, Bob!

I don't know about you, but
my compassion for someone

is not limited to my estimate
of their intelligence.

Team leader, this is team two.
Come in, please.

I have the coordinates
of the reactor.

Team two, Kirk here.

Admiral, we have found
the nuclear vessel.

- Weii done, team two.
- And, admiral,

it is the enterprise.

Understood. What's your plan?

We Will beam in tonight, collect
the photons, and beam out.

No one Will ever
know we were there.

Understood and approved.
Keep me informed.

Kirk out.

There she is. From the lnstitute.
If we play our cards right,

we may be able to find out
when those whales are leaving.

How Will playing cards help?

Gllllan: Well, if it isn't
Robin hood and friar tuck.

Where are you fellas heading?

Back to San Francisco.

You came all the way down here just to
jump in and swim with the kiddies, huh?

Very little point in
my trying to explain.

Well, yeah, I'll buy that.
What about him?

Him? He's harmless.

Back in the '60s, he was part of the
free speech movement at Berkeley.

- I think he did a little too much lds.
- Ids?

Come on, why don't you
let me give you a lift?

I have a notorious weakness
for hard luck cases,

that's why I work with whales.

- We don't want to be any trouble.
- You've already been that. Come on.

- Klrk: Well, thank you very much.
- Don't mention it.

And don't try anything, either.

I've got a tyre iron right
where I can get at it.

- So, you were at Berkeley?
- I was not.

- Memory problems, too.
- Oh. What about you?

- Where are you from?
- Iowa.

A landlubber.

Come on. What the hell were you guys
really trying to do back there?

It wasn't some kind of macho thing, was it?
Because if that's all,

I'll be real disappointed. I
really hate that macho stuff.

- May I ask you a question?
- Go ahead.

What's going to happen when
you release the whales?

They're going to have
to take their chances.

What does that mean,
exactly, take their chances?

It means that they Will be
at risk from whale hunters,

the same as the rest
of the humpbacks.

What did you mean when
you said all that stuff,

back at the lnstitute,
about extinction?

- I meant...
- He meant what you said on the tour,

that if things keep
going the way they are,

- the humpbacks Will disappear forever.
- That's not what he said, farm boy.

"Admiral, if we were to assume"

"those whales are ours to
do with as we please,"

"we would be as guilty
as those who caused"

past tense "their extinction."

I have a photographic memory.
I see words.

Are you sure it isn't time
for a colourful metaphor?

You're not one of those guys
from the military, are you?

Trying to teach whales
to retrieve torpedoes

- or some dipshit stuff like that?
- No, ma'am. No dipshit.

Well, good. That's one thing, I
would have let you off right here.

Gracie is pregnant.

All right, who are you? And
don't jerk me around any more.

I wanna know how you know that.

- We can't tell you that...
- But...

But, if you let me finish,

I can tell you that we're
not in the military,

and we intend no harm
towards the whales.

- Then what...
- Ln fact,

we may be able to help you in ways that,
frankly, you couldn't possibly imagine.

- Or believe, I'll bet.
- Very likely.

You're not exactly
catching us at our best.

That much is certain.

I have a hunch

that we'd all be a lot happier
discussing this over dinner.

What do you say?

You guys like Italian?

- No.
- Yes.

- No.
- Yes. I love Italian.

- And so do you.
- Yes.

Woman on pa: Sam, you got a phone call
on line one. Sam, call on line one.

Professor Scott, I'm Dr
Nichols, the plant manager.

I'm terribly sorry. There's
been an awful mix-up.

Would you believe I was never
told about your visit?

I've tried to clear things
up, professor Scott.

I explained that you'd come all
the way here from Edinburgh,

on appointment, to study methods
of manufacturing by plexicorp,

but they don't seem to
know anything about it.

Don't know anything about it?

I find it hard to believe that
I've come millions of miles...

- Thousands. Thousands.
- Thousands of miles on an invited tour

- of inspection...
- Professor Scott,

- if you'll just...
- I demand to see the owners.

- I demand...
- Professor Scott, just take it easy.

Dr Nichols has offered to take
us around the plant, personally.

- He has?
- Yes.

- With pleasure.
- Well, that's different.

Gregory!

Whoa! Professor.

- May my assistant join us?
- Of course.

Don't bury yourself in the part.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- Good-looking ship. Huey 204, isn't it?
- Right on.

- You fly?
- Here and there.

I flew something similar
back in my academy days.

Right. Then this must
be old stuff to you.

Old, yes, but interesting.

Do you mind if I ask
you a few questions?

Do it.

Well, this is a fine place
you have here, Dr Nichols.

Thank you. I must
say, professor,

your knowledge of engineering
is most impressive.

Yes. Back home we call
him the miracle worker.

Indeed. May I offer you
something, gentlemen?

Dr Nichols, I might be able
to offer something to you.

Yes?

I noticed you're still
working with polymers.

Still?

- What else would I be working with?
- Aye, what else, indeed?

I'll put it another way.

How thick would a piece of
your plexiglas need to be,

at 60' x 10',

to withstand the pressure of
18,000 cubic feet of water?

That's easy, 6".

- We carry stuff that big in stock.
- I noticed.

Now suppose, just suppose,

I were to show you a way
to manufacture a wall,

that would do the same job
but be only 1 " thick."

Would that be worth
something to you?

You're joking.

Perhaps the professor
could use your computer.

Please.

Computer?

Computer.

Hello, computer.

Just use the keyboard.

The keyboard. How quaint.

- Transparent aluminium?
- That's the ticket, laddie.

It would take years just to figure
out the dynamics of this matrix.

Yes, but you would be rich
beyond the dreams of avarice.

So, is it worth
something to you?

- Or should I just punch up "clear"?
- No.

Not now, Madeline!

- What exactly did you have in mind?
- Well, a moment alone, please.

You realise, of course, that
if we give him the formula,

we're altering the future.

Why? How do we know he
didn't invent the thing?

Sure you won't change your mind?

Is there something wrong
with the one I have?

A little joke.

- Goodbye, old friend.
- Wait a minute.

How did you know Gracie's pregnant?
Nobody knows that.

Gracie does. I'll be right here.

What, he's just gonna hang
around the bushes while we eat?

It's his way.

- Do you trust me?
- Implicitly.

A large mushroom-pepperoni with
extra onions and michelob, please.

- Great choice. And you, sir?
- Make that two of them.

Thank you.

Well, how did a nice girl like you
get to be a cetacean biologist?

Just lucky, I guess.

You're upset about losing
the whales, aren't you?

You're very perceptive.

How Will that be done exactly?

They'll be flown in a special 747
to Alaska and released there.

Flown, and that's the
last you'll see of them?

See, yes.

But we'll tag them with
radio transmitters

on a special frequency so that
we can keep tabs on them.

You know, I could take
those whales somewhere

where they'd never be hunted.

You can't even get yourself
from sausalito to San Francisco

without a lift.

If you have such a low
opinion of my abilities,

how come we're here
having dinner?

Sucker for hard luck cases.
Cheers.

Besides, I want to know why you
travel around with that ditzy guy

who knows that Gracie's
pregnant and calls you admiral?

- Where could you take them?
- Hmm?

My whales.

Where could you take them
where they'd be safe?

It's not so much a matter
of a place as of a time.

- The time would have to be right now.
- Why right now?

Let's just say that no humpback born
in captivity has ever survived.

The problem is that they won't
be that much safer at sea

because of all the hunting
this time of year.

So you see, that, as
they say, is that.

Damn.

- What is that?
- What's what?

You have a pocket pager.

Are you a doctor?

What is it? I thought I
told you never to call me.

Scotty: Sorry, admiral. We just
thought you'd like to know,

we're beaming them in now.

All right, tell them phasers on stun.
Good luck. Kirk out.

You want to try it from the top?

Why don't you tell me when
those whales are leaving?

- Who are you?
- Who do you think I am?

Don't tell me. You're
from outer space.

No, I'm from Iowa. I only
work in outer space.

Well, I was close.

I knew outer space was gonna
come into this sooner or later.

- The truth?
- I'm all ears.

Okay.

The truth.

I am from what, on your calendar,
would be the late 23rd century.

I've come back in time

to bring two humpback whales
with me in an attempt to

repopulate the species.

Well, why didn't you just say so? I
mean, why all the coy disguises?

You want the details?

I wouldn't miss this for
all the tea in China.

When are those whales
being released?

Okay. What the hell?

Your friend was right.

Gracie's not only pregnant,
she's very pregnant.

And at noon tomorrow, in what
is sure to be a media circus,

- the whales get shipped out.
- Noon tomorrow?

- Are we leaving?
- Come on. We don't have much time.

- Could we have that to go, please?
- Sure. Who gets the bad news?

Don't tell me, they don't use
money in the 23rd century.

Well, we don't.

Man: Now hear this. Smoking lamp
is out while transferring fuel.

How long?

Depends on how much shielding there
is between us and the reactor.

Well, admiral,

that was the briefest dinner
I've ever had in my life,

and certainly the biggest cockamamie
fish story I've ever heard.

You asked. You
tell me something.

George and Gracie's transmitter,
what's the radio frequency?

Sorry, that's classified.

Look, I don't have a clue
who you are, really.

You wouldn't want to show me
around your spaceship, would you?

- That wouldn't be my first choice, no.
- Well, there we are.

Let me tell you something.

I'm here to bring two humpbacks
into the 23rd century.

If I have to, I'll go to
the open sea to get them.

I'd much rather have yours.

It's better for me, better for
you, it's better for them.

Think about it.

Who are you?

Think about it, but don't take too long.
I'm out of time.

If you change your mind,
this is where I'll be.

Here?

In the park?

Right.

- Status?
- The tank Will be finished by morning.

That's cutting it closer than you know.
What about team two?

No word since beam-in. We can
only wait for them to call.

Damn it. Damn it.
We've been so lucky.

We got two perfect whales
right in our hands.

If we don't move quickly,
we'll lose them.

In that event, the probabilities
are that our mission would fail.

Our mission?

Spock, you're talking about the
end of every life on earth.

You're half human.

Haven't you got any goddamn
feelings about that?

- There it is again.
- That's too weird.

Commander.

I thought you gents were
running a test programme.

Yes, sir, but we apparently
are getting a power drain.

It must be coming
from inside the ship.

Clc command duty officer,
commander rogerson.

Yes, chief, we're tracking that, too.
What do you make of it?

Scotty, we're ready
for beam-out.

Scotty, can you hear me?

Confirmed. Roger that.

Mardet commanding officer,

this is the command duty
officer, commander rogerson.

We have an intruder
in number 4mmr.

I say again, we have an
intruder in number 4mmr.

Scotty, do you read?

Scotty, come in, please.

Lass, I can hardly hear you.

My transporter power
is down to minimal.

I've got to bring you
in one at a time.

Take the collector.
You go first.

Stand by.

Scotty.

Hello.

Come in, please.

Scotty, how soon?

Chekov, you're breaking up.
Please signal again.

Chekov, can you hear me?

Scotty, now would
be a good time.

Freeze!

Chekov!

I've lost him.

"Commander pavel Chekov. Starfleet.
United federation of planets."

All right, commander. Is there
anything you want to tell us?

Like what?

Like who you really are, and
what you're doing here,

and what these things here are.

I am pavel Chekov, a
commander in starfleet,

united federation of planets.
Service number 656-5827d.

All right. Let's take
it from the top.

The top of what?

- Name.
- My name?

- No, my name!
- I do not know your name.

You play games with me,
mister, and you're through.

I am? May I go now?

- What do you think?
- He's a russkie.

That is the stupidest thing
I've ever heard in my life.

Of course he's a russkie, but
he's a retard or something.

We better call Washington.

Don't move.

Okay, make nice.
Give us the ray gun.

I warn you, if you don't lie on the
floor, I Will have to stun you.

Go ahead. Stun me.

I'm very sorry, but...

Must be the radiation.

Man: Emergency. We have a security breach.
General alarm.

Gangway!

Hit the deck!

Get out of the way.
Hit the deck.

- Man down. Get a corpsman over here.
- Yes, sir.

- Any luck?
- Nothing.

- Admiral, I should never have left him.
- You did what was necessary.

Keep trying, you'll find him.

Scotty, you promised me an estimate
on the dilithium crystals.

It's going slowly, sir. It'll
be well into tomorrow.

That's not good enough, mr Scott.
You've got to do better.

I'll try, sir. Scott out.

Boy, he's in a wee bit
of a snit, isn't he?

- He is a man of deep feelings.
- Aye. What else is new?

They left last night. We didn't
want a mob scene with the press.

It wouldn't have been good for them.
Besides, we thought

- it would be easier on you, this way.
- You sent them away

without even letting me
say goodbye to them?

- Gillian.
- You son of a bitch!

Admiral!

Admiral Kirk! Admiral Kirk!

Admiral! Admiral Kirk!

Wait! Admiral! Admiral Kirk!

Admiral!

Admiral! Admiral Kirk!
Can you hear me?

They're gone! I need your help!
Are you in there?

Admiral, we have a problem!

Gillian: Admiral! Admiral Kirk!
Can you hear me?

Admiral! Admiral Kirk!
Can you hear me?

Admiral Kirk! Can you hear me?
I need your help!

Oh, my god!

Hello, Alice. Welcome
to wonderland.

- It's true.
- It's true.

- What you said.
- Yes, it is.

I'm glad you're here, but I must admit,
you picked a hell of a time to drop in.

Take it easy. We need your help.

- Is any of this real?
- Yes, it's real. Take a look.

Storage tanks for your whales.
We'll bring them up

- the same way we brought you up...
- Admiral, they're gone.

- Gone?
- They were taken last night.

I wasn't told. They're
in Alaska by now.

Damn.

But they're tagged, like I told you.
I mean, you can go find them, right?

- We can't go anywhere.
- What kind of a spaceship is this?

- It's a spaceship with a missing man.
- Admiral, full power has been restored.

- Thank you, mr Spock.
- Hello, doctor. Welcome aboard.

Uhura: Admiral, are you there?

Yes, uhura. What's wrong?

I've located Chekov, sir.

They're taking him to
emergency surgery right now.

- Where?
- Mercy hospital.

- Mercy hospital.
- That's in the mission district.

They report his
condition as critical.

He's not expected to survive.

Jim.

You've got to let
me go in there.

Don't leave him in the hands
of 20th century medicine.

Admiral, may I suggest
that Dr McCoy is correct?

We must help Chekov.

Is that the logical
thing to do, Spock?

No, but it is the
human thing to do.

- Right. Will you help us?
- How?

Well, we're going to have
to look like physicians.

We'll try down here.
You check there.

- What's the matter with you?
- Kidney dialysis.

Dialysis?

My god. What is this,
the dark ages?

Here.

Now, you swallow that,

and if you have any
problems, just call me.

Here, I got it.

Let's go.

He's being held in the security corridor,
one flight up. His condition is critical.

Come on.

Excuse me. We'll take that.

Hold the door. Hold the door.
Emergency.

- So, you were there, what happened?
- Yeah, I was there.

I heard the whole thing.

Weintraub says radical chemotherapy,
or she's gonna croak, just like that.

- Well, what about gottlieb?
- All he talked about was image therapy.

Thought they were going
to punch each other out.

Unbelievable.

You have a different
view, doctor?

It sounds like the goddamn
Spanish lnquisition to me.

Bad day.

- Out of the way.
- Sorry, doctor. I have strict orders...

Damn it, do you want an
acute case on your hands?

This woman has immediate

postprandial upper
abdominal distention.

Out of the way. Get
out of the way.

- What did you say she's got?
- Cramps.

Who are you? Why aren't you masked?
Who are these people?

Nurse 1: I don't know.

What the hell is that?
What are you doing?

Tearing of the middle
meningeal artery.

What's your degree
in, dentistry?

How do you explain slowing pulse,
low respiratory rate, and coma?

- Funduscopic examination.
- Funduscopic examination

is unrevealing in these cases.

A simple evacuation of the
expanding epidural haematoma.

- Will relieve the pressure.
- My god, man.

Drilling holes in his
head is not the answer.

The artery must be repaired.

Now put away your butcher knives
and let me save this patient

- before it's too late.
- I'm going to have you removed.

Doctor, such
unprofessional behaviour.

- Into that little room, please.
- What is that, a gun?

- Nurses.
- Nurse 1: They must be crazy.

- Nurse 2: Who is this guy?
- Doctor: I have no idea.

He melted the lock.

We're dealing with
medievalism here.

Chemotherapy, funduscopic
examinations.

Come on, Chekov. Wake up.

Pavel, can you hear me?

He's coming around, Jim.

Pavel, talk to me.

Name. Rank.

Chekov, pavel.

Rank, admiral.

- How's the patient, doctor?
- He's gonna make it.

- He? You came in with a she.
- One little mistake.

Get us out of here!

They've taken the patient.
Get some help.

Hold it!

Hold it! Police!

Not now, pavel.

Hold it!

Look out! Look out!

The doctor gave me a pill,
and I grew a new kidney.

- Nurse: Fully functional?
- Doctor: Fully functional.

What the hell's going on?

Freeze!

Where would the
whales be by now?

At sea. If you have a chart
on board, I'll show you.

No, no, no. All I need is the
radio frequency to track them.

What are you talking about?
I'm coming with you.

You can't. Our next stop
is the 23rd century.

Well, I don't care.
I've got nobody here.

- I have got to help those whales!
- I haven't got time to argue with you,

or to tell you how much
you've meant to us.

The radio frequency, please.

The frequency's 401 megahertz.

Thank you, for everything.

Scotty, beam me up.

Surprise.

Spock, where the hell's
the power you promised?

One damn minute, admiral.

Scotty: I'm ready, Spock. Let's
go find George and Gracie.

- Sulu?
- I'm trying to remember

how this thing worked.
I got used to a huey.

- You tricked me.
- You need me.

- Sulu: Ready, sir.
- Take a seat.

Now, mr sulu.

Man: What the hell was that?

Chekov: Cloaking device is stable.
All systems normal.

Klrk: Stabilise energy reserve.
Report, helm.

Maintaining impulse climb. Wing 5 by 0.
Helm steady.

- Advise reaching 10,000. Steer 310.
- 310, aye.

Uhura, scan for the whales.
401 megahertz.

- Scanning, sir.
- 10,000 msl, admiral.

Wing, cruise configuration.
Full impulse power.

Aye, sir. 310 to the Bering sea.
Eta, 12 minutes.

Scotty, are the
whale tanks secure?

Aye, sir, but I've never
beamed up 400 tons before.

- 400 tons?
- It's not just the whales. It's the water.

Yes, of course.

- The whales, any contact?
- Negative, sir.

You...

You present the appearance
of a man with a problem.

Your perception is
correct, doctor.

In order to return us to the exact
moment we left the 23rd century,

I have used our journey back
through time as a referent,

calculating the coefficient
of elapsed time

in relation to the
acceleration curve.

Naturally. So what's
your problem?

Acceleration is no
longer a constant.

Well, then you're just gonna
have to take your best shot.

- Best shot?
- Guess, Spock.

- Your best guess.
- Guessing is not in my nature, doctor.

Well, nobody's perfect.

- That's it. That's it!
- Affirmative. Contact with the whales.

- Bearing.
- Bearing 3-2-7. Range 600 nautical.

Put it on screen.

- How can you do that?
- On screen.

Admiral, I have a signal

closing in on the whales,
bearing 328 degrees.

Let's see it.

- What kind of ship is that?
- Gllllan: It's a whaling ship, doctor.

Are we too late?

- Full power descent, mr sulu.
- Aye, sir. Full power descent.

10 seconds, sir.

All right, Scotty.
It's up to you.

10 seconds, admiral.

5, 4, 3,

2, 1.

Admiral, there be whales here!

Well done, mr Scott. How soon
can we be ready for Warp speed?

Full power now, sir.

- If you Will, mr sulu.
- Aye, sir. Warp speed.

Mr sulu, you have the conn.

I'm gonna take our guest down
and have a look at her whales.

Mr Spock, have you accounted

for the variable mass of whales and
water in your time re-entry programme?

Mr Scott cannot give me exact figures,
admiral, so I Will make a guess.

A guess?

You, Spock? That's
extraordinary.

- I don't think he understands.
- No, Spock.

He means that he feels
safer about your guesses

than most other people's facts.

- Then you're saying it is a compliment?
- Lt is.

Then I Will try to make
the best guess I can.

"They say the sea is cold,"

"but the sea contains the
hottest blood of all."

"Whales weep not."

D.h. Lawrence.

You know, it's ironic, when man
was killing these creatures,

he was destroying
his own future.

The beasties seem happy
to see you, doctor.

- I hope you like our little aquarium.
- A miracle, mr Scott.

A miracle? That's yet to come.

What does that mean?

It means that our chances of
getting home are not too good.

You might have lived a longer life
if you'd stayed where you belong.

I belong here. I am
a whale biologist.

Suppose, by some miracle,
you do get them through.

Who in the 23rd century

knows anything about
humpback whales?

You have a point.

What was that?

Admiral, I think you'd
better get up there.

We're having a power fall-off.

Stay with them. On my way.

Hold on tight, Lassie.
It gets bumpy from here.

Warp 7.5!

7.9!

Shields at maximum.

Mr sulu, that's all
I can give you!

Can we make breakaway speed?

Hardly, admiral. I
cannot even guarantee

we'll escape the sun's gravity.

I shall attempt to compensate
by altering our trajectory.

Warp 8. 8.1!

Maximum speed, sir.

Admiral, I need
thruster control.

Acceleration thrust is
at Spock's command.

Steady. Steady.

Now!

Did braking thrusters fire?

They did, admiral.

Then where the hell are we?

The probe.

Condition report, Spock.

No data, admiral. Computers
are nonfunctional.

The mains are down, sir. Aux
power is not responding.

- Switch to manual control, mr sulu.
- I have no control, sir.

- My god, Jim, where are we?
- Out of control and blind as a bat.

Get him back, get him back!

Look!

They're heading for the bridge!

Ground the ship. Keep
the nose up if you can.

We're in the water!
Blow the hatch!

It's the right place, Spock.

Now all we have to do is get the
whales out of here before we sink!

Abandon ship. Scotty,
do you hear me?

Scotty! Damn it. Move! Move!

- See to the safety of all hands.
- I Will.

- Lassie, get my arm.
- I got it. I got it.

- You got it?
- Yeah.

- Scotty!
- Admiral!

- I'm here, Scotty! I'm here!
- Help!

- You're going to be all right.
- The whales are trapped. They'll drown.

There's no power
to the BAY doors.

- Explosive override.
- It's underwater.

- There's no way you can reach it.
- You go on ahead and close the hatch.

Admiral, you'll be trapped.

Go on!

Do you see them?

There!

Why don't they answer?

Why don't they sing?

Mr president, we have power.

Council is now in session.

If you Will all take your seats.

Bring in the accused.

Captain Spock, you do
not stand accused.

Mr president, I stand
with my shipmates.

As you wish.

The charges and
specifications are

conspiracy, assault on
federation officers,

theft of federation property,
namely the starship enterprise,

sabotage of the u.S.S.
Excelsior,

wilful destruction of
federation property,

specifically the aforementioned u.S.S.
Enterprise,

and finally,

disobeying direct orders of
the starfleet commander.

Admiral Kirk, how do you plead?

On behalf of all of us, mr president,
I'm authorised to plead guilty.

Presldent: So entered.

Because of certain
mitigating circumstances,

all charges but one are
summarily dismissed.

The remaining charge, disobeying
orders of a superior officer,

is directed solely
at admiral Kirk.

I'm sure the admiral
Will recognise

the necessity of keeping discipline
in any chain of command.

- I do, sir.
- James t. Kirk,

it is the judgement of this council
that you be reduced in rank to captain,

and that as a consequence
of your new rank,

you be given the
duties for which

you have repeatedly demonstrated
unswerving ability,

the command of a starship.

Silence. Captain Kirk,
you and your crew

have saved this planet from
its own shortsightedness,

and we are forever in your debt.

Excuse me.

I'm so happy for you,
I can't tell you.

Thank you so much.

Wait a minute. Where
are you going?

You're going to your ship. I'm
going to mine. Science vessel.

I got 300 years of
catch-up learning to do.

- You mean this is goodbye?
- Why does it have to be goodbye?

Well...

Like they say in your century, I don't
even have your telephone number.

How Will I find you?

Don't worry.

I'll find you.

See you around the galaxy.

Father.

I'm returning to vulcan within the hour.
I'd like to take my leave of you.

It was most kind of you
to make this effort.

It was no effort.
You are my son.

Besides, I'm most impressed with
your performance in this crisis.

Most kind.

As I recall,

I opposed your
enlistment in starfleet.

It is possible that
judgement was incorrect.

Your associates are
people of good character.

They are my friends.

Yes, of course.

Do you have a message
for your mother?

Yes.

Tell her I feel fine.

Live long and prosper, father.

Live long and prosper, my son.

McCoy: The bureaucratic mentality is
the only constant in the universe.

We'll get a freighter.

With all respect, doctor,
I'm counting on excelsior.

Excelsior? Why in god's name would
you want that bucket of bolts?

A ship is a ship.

Whatever you say, sir.
Thy Will be done.

My friends, we've come home.

- Helm ready, captain.
- All right, mr sulu.

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