Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country (1991) - full transcript

Stardate 9521.6.

Captain's log, u.S.S. Excelsior.

Hikaru sulu commanding.

After three years,

I've concluded my first assignment
as master of this vessel,

cataloguing gaseous planetary
anomalies in beta quadrant.

We're heading home under
full impulse power.

I am pleased to report that ship
and crew have functioned well.

According to this, we've completed
our survey of the entire sector.

I have an energy wave at 240
degrees Mark 6 port, sir.

Visual.



My god.

Shields. Shields!

She's not answering her helm.

Starboard thruster.
Turn her into the wave.

Aye.

Quarter impulse power.

Damage report.

Checking all systems, captain.

Don't tell me that was
any meteor shower.

Negative, sir.

The subspace shockwave originated
at bearing 3-2-3 Mark 75.

Location...

It's praxis, sir.
It's a klingon moon.

Praxis is their key energy
production facility.



Send to klingon high command.

"This is excelsior, a
federation starship."

"We have monitored a large
explosion in your sector."

"Do you require assistance?"

- Aye, sir.
- Mr. valtane, any more data?

Yes, sir. I've confirmed the
location of praxis, but...

What is it?

I cannot confirm the
existence of praxis.

Onscreen.

Magnify.

Computer enhancement.

- Praxis?
- What's left of it, sir.

Captain, I'm getting a
message from praxis.

Let's have it.

This is brigadier kerla
speaking for the high command.

There has been an
incident on praxis.

However, everything is under control.
We have no need for assistance.

Obey treaty stipulations and
remain outside the neutral zone.

This transmission ends now.

"An incident"?

- Do we report this, sir?
- Are you kidding?

What are we doing here?

Maybe they're throwing
us a retirement party.

- That suits me. I just bought a boat.
- This had better be good.

I'm supposed to be chairing
a seminar at the academy.

Captain, isn't this
just for top brass?

If we're all here, where's sulu?

Captain sulu. On assignment.
Where's Spock?

This briefing is classified.
Ladies and gentlemen, the cinc.

As you were.

To break this information
down succinctly,

the klingon empire has roughly
50 years of life left to it.

For full details, I'm
turning this briefing over

to the federation's
special envoy.

Good morning.

Two months ago, a federation
starship monitored an explosion

on the klingon moon praxis.

We believe it was
caused by over-mining

and insufficient
safety precautions.

The moon's decimation means the
deadly pollution of their ozone.

They Will have depleted
their supply of oxygen

in approximately 50 earth years.

Due to their enormous
military budget,

the klingon economy does
not have the resources

with which to combat
this catastrophe.

Last month, at the behest
of the vulcan ambassador,

I opened a dialogue with gorkon,
chancellor of the klingon high council.

He proposes to commence
negotiations at once.

Negotiations for what?

The dismantling of our space stations
and starbases along the neutral zone,

an end to almost 70 years
of unremitting hostility,

which the klingons can
no longer afford.

Bill, are we talking about
mothballing the starfleet?

Well, I'm sure that our exploration
and scientific programs

- would be unaffected, captain, but...
- I must protest.

To offer klingons safe haven within
federation space is suicide.

Klingons would become the
alien trash of the galaxy,

and if we dismantle the fleet,

we'd be defenseless before
an aggressive species

with a foothold
on our territory.

The opportunity here is to
bring them to their knees.

Then we'll be in a far better
position to dictate terms.

Sir?

Captain Kirk.

The klingons have never
been trustworthy.

I'm forced to agree with
admiral Cartwright.

This is a terrifying idea.

It is imperative that we act now
to support the gorkon initiative

lest more conservative
elements persuade his empire

that it is better to attempt a
military solution and die fighting.

You, captain Kirk, are to
be our first olive branch.

We have volunteered to rendezvous
with the klingon vessel

which is bringing
chancellor gorkon to earth

and to escort him safely
through federation space.

Me?

Well, there are klingons who feel
the same way about the peace treaty

as yourself and
admiral Cartwright,

but they'll think twice about attacking
the enterprise under your command.

I have personally vouched for
you in this matter, captain.

You have personally vouched?

You Will extend chancellor gorkon full
diplomatic courtesy, captain Kirk.

But a full ambassador would
be better equipped...

If there's no further business,

I wish you and your crew godspeed.
Thank you, ladies and gentlemen.

I remind you, this
meeting is classified.

I don't know whether to
congratulate you or not, Jim.

I wouldn't.

We volunteered?

There is an old vulcan proverb,
"only Nixon could go to China."

How could you vouch for me?

That's arrogant presumption.

My father requested that
I open negotiations...

I know your father's the vulcan
ambassador, for heaven's sake,

but you know how I
feel about this.

They're animals.

Jim, there is an historic
opportunity here.

Don't believe them.
Don't trust them.

- They are dying.
- Let them die.

Has it occurred to you that this crew
is due to stand down in three months?

We've done our bit for
king and country.

You should have trusted me.

Control, this is sd-103,
approach to spacedock. Over.

Sd-103, you are clear to
deliver captain Kirk and party

to ncc-1701 Alpha. Over.

Captain on the bridge.

- As you were, lieutenant...
- Valeris, sir.

We were told that you needed a
helmsman, so I volunteered.

Lieutenant, it is agreeable
to see you again.

Lieutenant was the first
vulcan to be graduated

- at the top of her class at the academy.
- You must be very proud.

I don't believe so, sir.

She's a vulcan, all right.

Let's get this over with.
Departure stations.

- Scotty.
- Aye, sir?

Did you find the engine room?

Right where I left it, sir.

Standby. Uhura, get
me the dockmaster.

Control tower reading, sir.

Control, this is enterprise
requesting permission to depart.

This is control, enterprise.
Permission to depart granted.

Thirty seconds for port gates.

Clear all moorings.

Awaiting port gates
from this Mark.

All moorings clear.

Aft thrusters.

Thank you, lieutenant.
One-quarter impulse power.

Captain, may I remind you that
regulations specify thrusters

only while in spacedock?

Jim?

You heard the order, lieutenant.

Aye, sir.

Captain's log, stardate 9522.6.

I've never trusted klingons,
and I never Will.

I could never forgive them
for the death of my boy.

It seems to me our mission
to escort the chancellor

of the klingon high
council to a peace summit

is problematic at best.

Spock says this could be
an historic occasion,

and I'd like to believe him,

but how on earth can history
get past people like me?

Sorry.

You could have knocked.

We are almost at the rendezvous, sir. I
thought that you would like to know.

Right.

Permission to speak freely, sir.
It is an honor to serve with you.

You piloted well out of
spacedock, lieutenant.

I've always wanted
to try that, sir.

You've done well, valeris.

As your sponsor at the academy,

I have followed your
career with satisfaction,

and as a vulcan, you've
exceeded my expectations.

I do not understand
this representation.

It is a depiction from
ancient earth mythology,

the expulsion from paradise.

Why keep it in your quarters?

It is a reminder to me
that all things end.

It is of endings that
I wish to speak.

Sir, I address you as
a kindred intellect.

Do you not recognize

that a turning point has been reached
in the affairs of the federation?

History is replete with
turning points, lieutenant.

- You must have faith.
- Faith?

That the universe Will
unfold as it should.

- But is that logical? Surely we must...
- Logic, logic and logic.

Logic is the beginning
of wisdom, valeris,

not the end.

This Will be my final voyage on board
this vessel as a member of her crew.

Nature abhors a vacuum.

I intend you to replace me.

I could only succeed you, sir.

Now hear this. All
officers to the bridge.

Klingon battle cruiser
off the port bow.

All officers to the bridge.

Captain on the bridge.

Shall we raise our
shields, captain?

Never been this close.

The chancellor is undoubtedly
awaiting our signal.

- Uhura, hailing frequencies.
- Aye, sir.

Right standard rudder.
Bring us alongside.

Right standard rudder.
Z plus 5 degrees.

Channel is open, captain.

This is the starship enterprise,

captain James t.
Kirk commanding.

This is kronos one.

I am chancellor gorkon.

Chancellor, we've been
ordered to escort you

through federation space
to your meeting on earth.

Thank you, captain.

Would you and your party
care to dine this evening

aboard the enterprise
with my officers,

as guests of the united
federation of planets?

We would be delighted to accept
your gracious invitation.

We'll make arrangements to have
you beamed aboard at 1930 hours.

I shall look forward to that.

- Well, I hope you're happy.
- Captain,

there is a supply of
romulan ale aboard.

It might make the evening
pass more smoothly.

Officer thinking, lieutenant.

Guess who's coming to dinner.

Energize.

- Chancellor gorkon.
- Captain Kirk.

May I present captain Spock,
whom I believe you know.

Captain, face to face at last.

- You have my thanks.
- Chancellor.

Gentlemen,

this is my daughter azetbur,

my military adviser,
brigadier kerla,

and this is general
Chang, my chief of staff.

I have so wanted to
meet you, captain.

I'm not sure how to take that.

Sincere admiration, Kirk.

From one warrior to another.

Right.

This way. I think you
might enjoy a brief tour.

- They all look alike.
- What about that smell?

You know only top-of-the-line
models can even talk...

You men have work?

- Yes, ma'am.
- Yes, ma'am.

Then snap to it.

I offer a toast.

"The undiscover'd country,"

the future.

- "The undiscover'd country."
- "The undiscover'd country."

Hamlet, act III, scene 1.

You've not experienced
Shakespeare

until you have read him
in the original klingon.

Captain Kirk, I thought
romulan ale was illegal.

One of the advantages of
being 1,000 light-years

from federation headquarters.

To you, chancellor gorkon, one
of the architects of our future.

- Chancellor.
- Chancellor.

Perhaps we are looking at
something of that future here.

Tell me, captain Kirk,

would you be willing
to give up starfleet?

I believe the captain feels
that starfleet's mission

has always been one of peace.

Far be it for me to
dispute my first officer,

but starfleet has always
been at the fore...

Captain, there's no
need to mince words.

In space, all warriors
are cold warriors.

General, are you fond of

Shakespeare?

We do believe all planets
have a sovereign claim

to inalienable human rights.

Inalien? If you could
only hear yourselves.

"Human rights."

Why, the very name is racist.

The federation is no more than
a "homo sapiens only" club.

Present company
excepted, of course.

In any case, we know
where this is leading.

- The annihilation of our culture.
- That's not true.

- No?
- No.

"To be, or not to be."

That is the question which preoccupies
our people, captain Kirk.

- We need breathing room.
- Earth, Hitler, 1938.

I beg your pardon?

Well...

I see we have a long way to go.

We must do this again sometime.

You don't trust me, do you?

I don't blame you.

If there is to be a
brave new world,

our generation is going to have
the hardest time living in it.

Captain Spock.

Chancellor.

- Madam.
- Captain.

Well, most kind.

"Parting is such sweet
sorrow," captain.

Have we not "heard the
chimes at midnight"?

Thank god.

Did you see the way they ate?

Terrible table manners.

I doubt that our own behavior.

Will distinguish us in
the annals of diplomacy.

I'm going to sleep this off.

Please let me know if there's some
other way we can screw up tonight.

I'm going to go find a
pot of black coffee.

The enterprise hosted
chancellor gorkon and company

to dinner last night.

Our manners weren't
exactly Emily post.

Note to the galley,

romulan ale no longer to be
served at diplomatic functions.

Captain Kirk, Will you please
join me on the bridge?

Captain Kirk?

- Captain.
- What is it?

I find this curious.

Spock, I'm really tired.

We are reading an enormous
amount of neutron radiation.

Where?

Strangely enough, it appears
to be emanating from us.

The enterprise?

Valeris, do you know anything
about a radiation surge?

Sir?

Chekov?

Only the size of my head.

I know what you mean.

- What's happened?
- We have fired on the chancellor's ship.

Torpedo room, please confirm.

Have we fired?

0-6...

- Uhura, monitor.
- Aye, sir.

Direct hit.

Confirmed, sir.

We've lost gravity!

We are betrayed!

This is the bridge. Do you read?
Do you read?

Torpedo BAY, did we
fire those torpedoes?

Negative, captain.
According to inventory,

we're still fully loaded.

Find Chang.

Unable to confirm or deny
firing of two photon torpedoes.

- Hailing frequencies.
- Aye, sir.

Kronos one, this is enterprise.
Do you read? Over.

Repeat. Kronos one...

It's very hard to
make out, captain.

There's been some weapons
firing and a lot of shouting.

She is still listing.

She's spinning out of control.

Restoring auxiliary gravity.

Have you not a shred of
decency in you, Kirk?

We come in peace, and you
blatantly defile that peace.

For that, I shall blow
you out of the stars.

- We haven't fired.
- Captain.

According to our
databanks, we have, twice.

Captain, they're coming about.

- They're preparing to fire.
- Shields up, captain?

- Captain, our shields.
- Shields up, captain?

- Signal our surrender.
- Captain?

We surrender!

- This is enterprise. We surrender.
- If they fire at us

- with our shields down...
- I repeat.

- We surrender.
- We Will not be able to respond.

Repeat. Enterprise surrenders.

- Are we firing torpedoes?
- I wish I knew.

Well, it sure looks like it.

I'm going aboard. Spock,
you have the conn.

I am responsible for involving
you in this. I Will go.

No, I'll go. You'll be responsible
for getting me out of this.

We'll not be the instigators
of full-scale war

on the Eve of universal peace.

I'm going, too. They
may need a doctor.

- Perhaps you're right.
- Uhura, tell them we're coming,

and tell them we're unarmed.

Aye, sir.

Have you lost your mind?

I give you my word, I don't
understand what has happened.

We're here to help.

Follow me.

- Chancellor gorkon.
- My god.

- What has happened here?
- You dare to feign ignorance?

- What happened?
- With a direct torpedo hit,

you crippled our entire
gravitational field,

and two of your starfleet crew
beamed aboard wearing magnetic boots

and did this.

Aren't you carrying a surgeon?

We were until this disgrace.

Well, then for god
sakes, man, let me help.

I've got a pulse.
We can move him.

I'm gonna need some light. Can
we get him up on this table?

Hold him. Hold him
while I stabilize him.

I said hold him.

Sweet Jesus.

- Can you...
- Jim, I don't even know his anatomy.

- His wounds are not closing.
- He's killing him!

He's gone into some
kind of damned arrest.

Come on, damn it! Come on!

He's not responding.

Don't let it end
this way, captain.

Under article number 184
of your interstellar law,

I'm placing you under arrest.

You are charged with assassinating
our chancellor of the high council.

He tried to save him.

They've been arrested.

Mr. Spock, we've got
to do something.

I assume command of this
ship as of 0230 hours.

Commander uhura, please notify
starfleet headquarters.

Tell them precisely
what has taken place

- and request instructions.
- Aye, sir.

We cannot allow them to be taken
back to kronos as prisoners.

What do you suggest, lieutenant?
Opening fire Will not retrieve them,

and an armed conflict is precisely
what the captain wished to avoid.

We Will be able to follow
the captain's movements.

- How did you achieve this, sir?
- Time is precious, lieutenant.

We must endeavor to piece together
what happened here tonight.

According to our databank, this
ship fired those torpedoes.

No way.

I sympathize, Mr. Scott,
but we need evidence.

Please accompany me.

And if we cannot piece
together what happened?

- What then, sir?
- In that case, Mr. Chekov,

it resides in the purview
of the diplomats.

The chancellor of the
high council is dead!

The result of an unprovoked attack
while he travelled to see you

under a flag of truce,
on a mission of peace.

Captain Kirk was legally
arrested for the crime.

May I remind you
that he and Dr McCoy

boarded kronos one of
their own free Will?

None of these facts are in dispute, Mr.
president.

I have ordered a
full-scale investigation.

- In the meantime...
- In the meantime,

we expect the federation to abide by
the articles of interstellar law,

which you claim to Cherish.

Kirk and Dr McCoy
Will stand trial

for the assassination
of chancellor gorkon.

Out of the question.

Ambassador sarek, there
must be some way

to extradite these men.

Mr. president, I share a measure of
personal responsibility in this matter,

but I am obliged to confirm

my esteemed colleague's
legal interpretation.

What is the position of
the romulan government,

ambassador nanclus?

I must concur with
my colleagues.

But you can't possibly believe
that James Kirk assassinated

the chancellor of
the high council.

Mr. president, I don't
know what to believe.

I'm waiting for
your answer, sir.

This president is
not above the law.

Report back at once. Do you copy?
At once.

Enterprise to report
back on the double.

Do you read? At once.

We're to report back at once.

We cannot abandon captain
Kirk and Dr McCoy.

Of course not.

Four hundred years ago
on the planet earth,

workers who felt their livelihood
threatened by automation

flung their wooden shoes called "sabot"
into the machines to stop them.

Hence the word "sabotage."

We are experiencing
technical malfunction.

All backup systems inoperative.

Excellent. I mean, too bad.

Mr. president,

I've been named chancellor
by the high council

in my father's place.

Madam chancellor,

you have my sincerest condolences
on your recent loss.

I want to assure you that this
shameful deed Will not...

Mr. president, let us
come to the point.

You want this conference to go
forward, and so did my father.

I Will attend in one
week on one condition.

We Will not extradite
the prisoners,

and you Will make no attempt to
rescue them in a military operation.

We would consider any such
attempt an act of war.

We hope you'll be our
guest here on earth.

After recent events, you Will understand
if I say I prefer a neutral site,

and in the interests of security, let
us keep the location secret for now.

As you wish, madam chancellor.

Attack them now,
while we still can!

Attack or be slaves
in their world.

We can take whole by force,
what they propose to divide.

War is obsolete, general, as
we are in danger of becoming.

Better to die on our feet
than live on our knees.

That wasn't what
my father wanted.

Your father was killed
for what he wanted.

The peace process
Will go forward.

Kirk...

Kirk Will pay for
my father's death.

- Kirk! Kirk!
- Kirk! Kirk!

- Kirk! Kirk! Kirk! Kirk!
- Kirk! Kirk! Kirk! Kirk!

- Kirk! Kirk! Kirk! Kirk!
- Kirk! Kirk! Kirk! Kirk!

- Kirk! Kirk! Kirk! Kirk!
- Kirk! Kirk! Kirk! Kirk!

- Kirk! Kirk! Kirk! Kirk!
- Kirk! Kirk! Kirk! Kirk!

It's a damn show trial.

- Kirk! Kirk!
- Kirk! Kirk!

The enterprise fired on kronos
one without provocation.

The chancellor and
his advisers...

having been lulled into a
false sense of security

by an invitation to a state dinner
aboard captain Kirk's vessel

at precisely 1930 hours
that same evening.

Call your first witness.

After the first shot, we lost
our gravitational field.

I found myself weightless
and unable to function.

Then two starfleet crewmen
came walking towards me.

But perhaps they merely
wore starfleet uniforms.

That remark is purely speculative.
I move that it be stricken.

Colonel worf, we are interested
in facts, not theories.

If the gravitational unit
was not functioning,

how could these men be walking?

They appeared to be
wearing magnetic boots.

Gravity boots.

Dr McCoy, would you be
so good as to tell me,

what is your current
medical status?

Aside from a touch of
arthritis, I'd say pretty good.

You have a singular wit, doctor.

For 27 years, I've been ship surgeon
aboard the u.S.S. Enterprise.

In three months, I stand down.

You know, I believe
that you consumed

a rather generous amount of
romulan ale in the officers' mess

on the night in question.
Am I right, doctor?

- Objection!
- Sustained.

We all did. All of us.

- That doesn't mean...
- Was chancellor gorkon alive

when you first examined him?

- Barely.
- Now be careful, doctor.

Have you ever, in your past, saved
patients as barely alive as he?

I didn't have the medical knowledge
I needed for klingon anatomy.

- I see.
- You were there.

You say you are due
for retirement.

May I ask, do your hands shake?

- Objection!
- I was nervous.

No.

You were incompetent.

You were incompetent!

Whether deliberately or as a
result of age combined with drink,

- the court Will have to determine.
- My god, man! I tried to save him!

I tried to save him.

I was desperate to save him.

He was the last best hope
in the universe for peace.

The witness is excused.

There we have it, citizens.

We have finally established
the particulars of the crime,

and now we come to the architect
of this tragic affair,

James tiberius Kirk.

What would your favorite
author say, captain?

"Let us sit upon the ground"

"and tell sad stories
of the death of kings."

Tell us your sad story, Kirk.

Tell us that you planned to take
revenge for the death of your son.

- That's not true.
- Objection!

Captain Kirk has not been
identified as the assassin.

Sustained.

I offer into the record

this excerpt from the
captain's personal log.

I've never trusted klingons,
and I never Will.

I have never been able to forgive
them for the death of my boy.

Again. Again!

I've never trusted klingons,
and I never Will.

I have never been able to forgive
them for the death of my boy.

Are those your words?

Those words were spoken by me.

Objection!

My client's political views
are not on trial here.

On the contrary! Captain
Kirk's views and motives

are indeed at the very
heart of the matter.

This officer's record shows
him to be an insubordinate,

unprincipled, career-minded
opportunist,

with a history of violating
the chain of command

whenever it suited him!

Continue.

Indeed, the record shows
that captain Kirk

once held the rank of admiral,

and that admiral Kirk was broken for
taking matters into his own hands

in defiance of
regulations of the law.

Do you deny being demoted
for these charges?

Don't wait for the translation!
Answer me now!

I cannot deny it.

- You were demoted?
- Yes.

- For insubordination?
- On occasion, I have disobeyed orders.

And were you obeying
or disobeying orders

when you arranged the assassination
of chancellor gorkon?

I didn't know about the assassination
until we boarded the ship.

You still deny the enterprise
fired on kronos one?

- Well...
- Your honors, please!

And you still deny your men beamed
aboard and shot the chancellor?

Objection!

I cannot confirm or deny
actions I did not witness.

Captain Kirk,

are you aware that as the
captain of a starship,

you are required to be responsible
for the actions of your men?

I am.

And if it should be proved
that members of your crew

did, in fact, carry out
such an assassination...

Jim, they're setting us up.
Your honors...

Do not answer!

Captain Kirk, you Will
answer the question.

As captain,

I am responsible for the conduct
of the crew under my command.

Your honors, the state rests.

Send to commander enterprise.

"We stand ready to assist you.
Captain sulu, u.S.S. Excelsior."

It is the determination of this court
that the prisoners are guilty as charged.

I wish to note for the record

that the evidence against my clients
is entirely circumstantial.

I beg the court to consider this
when pronouncing its sentence.

So noted.

Captain James t. Kirk,
Dr Leonard McCoy,

in the interest of fostering amity
for the forthcoming peace talks,

the sentence of
death is commuted.

It is the judgment of this court

that, without possibility
of reprieve or parole,

you be taken from this place

to the dilithium mines on the
penal asteroid of rura penthe,

there to spend the rest
of your natural lives.

Rura penthe?

Known throughout the galaxy
as the aliens' graveyard.

Better to kill them now
and get it over with.

Lieutenant, the torpedo
hit once again, please.

Hold.

It is enterprise.

- We fired.
- That is not possible.

All weapons visually
accounted for, sir.

An ancestor of mine maintained that
if you eliminate the impossible,

whatever remains, however
improbable, must be the truth.

What exactly does that mean?

It means that if we cannot
have fired those torpedoes,

someone else did.

Well, they did not fire on themselves,
and there were no other ships present.

There was an enormous
neutron energy surge.

Not from us!

A neutron surge that big could
only be produced by another ship.

Kronos one?

Too far away.

Very near us.
Possibly beneath us.

If there were a ship beneath us,
the klingons would have seen her.

Would they?

- A bird-of-prey.
- A bird-of-prey.

Cloaked?

A bird-of-prey cannot
fire when she's cloaked.

All things being equal, Mr.
Scott, I would agree.

However, things are not equal.

This one can.

We must inform
starfleet command.

Inform them of what, a new
weapon that is invisible?

Raving lunatics, that's
what they'll call us.

They'll say that we're so desperate
to exonerate the captain

that we'll say anything.

And they would be correct.
We have no evidence,

only a theory which
happens to fit the facts.

Assuming you're right, Mr.
Spock,

why would they fire on
their own president?

Indeed.

This ship Will be searched
from bow to stern.

Lieutenant valeris,
you'll be in charge.

- Aye, sir.
- I do not understand.

If there was a ship
underneath us,

surely the assassins beamed
aboard from that vessel,

not enterprise.

You're forgetting something, Mr.
Chekov.

According to our databanks, this
ship fired those torpedoes.

If we did, the killers are here.

If we did not, whoever altered
the databanks is here.

In either case, what we
are looking for is here.

What are we looking for, sir?

Lieutenant?

Two pairs of gravity boots.

This is the gulag rura penthe.

There is no stockade,
no guard tower,

no electronic frontier.

Only a magnetic shield
prevents beaming.

Punishment means exile from
prison to the surface.

On the surface,
nothing can survive.

Work well and you
Will be treated well.

Work badly and you Will die.

Oh, my god.

The universal translator's
been confiscated.

I'm sorry?

He's definitely on
about something, Jim.

If this is your spot,
we'll move on.

He wants your obedience to
the brotherhood of aliens.

- He's got it.
- And your coat.

I'm afraid not. Besides,
it wouldn't fit.

Thanks.

This Will help keep you warm.

I'm martia. You're Kirk
and McCoy, I presume.

How'd you know that?

We don't get many
presidential assassins.

- We didn't kill gorkon.
- Of course not,

- but there is a reward for your death.
- It figures.

We've been set up all along.

Somebody up there wants
you out of the way.

- Nothing in here.
- Nothing here.

- Any progress?
- None.

We have a crew of 300 turning
their own quarters inside out,

but the killers may
still be among them.

Surely they have disposed
of these boots by now.

Would it not have been logical to
have left them on gorkon's ship?

Even logic must give
way to physics.

Gravity had not been restored
by the time they escaped.

Without the boots,

they would have floated off
the klingon transporter pads.

Why not simply vaporize them?

Like this?

At ease.

As you know, commander Chekov, no
one can fire an unauthorized phaser

aboard a starship.

Suppose when they returned, they
threw the boots into the refuse.

I'm having the refuse searched.
If my surmise is correct,

those boots Will cling
to the killers' necks

like a pair of tiberian bats.

They could not make their
escape without them,

nor can they simply throw them
out the window for all to see.

- Those boots are here somewhere.
- Did someone fire off a phaser?

It's all right. It's nothing.
It's nothing.

Mr. Spock, starfleet is screaming
for us to return to port.

- Who fired that...
- Mr. Scott.

I understand you're having
difficulty with the Warp drive.

How much time do you
require for repair?

There's nothing wrong
with the bloody thing.

Mr. Scott, if we
return to spacedock,

the assassins Will
surely find a way

to dispose of their
incriminating footwear,

and we Will never see the captain
or Dr McCoy alive again.

- It could take weeks, sir.
- Thank you, Mr. Scott.

Valeris, please inform
starfleet command

- our Warp drive is inoperative.
- A lie?

An error.

You understand we have lost all contact
with the captain and Dr McCoy.

Yes. At the moment, they're
surrounded by a magnetic shield.

However, if I know the
captain, by this time,

he is deep into
planning his escape.

You got him, Jim! You got
him where you want him!

- You all right, Jim?
- I think so.

- They'll respect you now.
- That's a comfort.

- I was lucky that thing had knees.
- That was not his knee.

Not everybody keeps their genitals
in the same place, captain.

Anything you want to tell me?

Bones, why don't you see
what you can do for him?

Let him know we're not
holding a grudge.

Suppose he's holding a grudge?

When whoever it is makes their move, you
won't be here to ask if he's the one.

- Do you want to get out of here?
- There's gotta be a way.

Three months before retirement.
What a way to finish.

- We're not finished.
- No? Speak for yourself.

One day, one night,
kobayashi mar...

Bones, are you afraid
of the future?

I believe that was the general
idea that I was trying to convey.

I don't mean this future.

- What is this, multiple choice?
- Some people are afraid

of what might happen.

I was terrified.

What terrified
you, specifically?

No more neutral zone.

I was used to hating klingons.

It never even occurred to me
to take gorkon at his word.

Spock was right.

Try not to be too hard on yourself.
We all felt exactly the same.

No.

Somebody felt a lot worse.

I'm beginning to understand why.

Well, if you've got any
bright ideas, now's the time.

Time's the problem. You
and I are nothing.

But you heard the judge. The
peace conference is on again.

Whoever killed gorkon is bound to
attempt another assassination.

Unless we can get out of here.

Kirk, it's me, martia.

Listen, no one has ever
escaped from rura penthe.

- Except us.
- It is possible.

- I know how to get outside the shield.
- How do we fit in?

Getting outside the
shield is easy,

but after that, it's up to you to get
us off the surface before we freeze.

Can you?

- It's possible.
- I can't make it alone,

and you're likeliest candidate to
come in this hellhole for months.

Candidate for what?

Go to lift seven in the
morning for mining duty.

I'll see you there.
Don't disappoint me.

- What is it with you, anyway?
- Still think we're finished?

More than ever.

- I'm sorry to wake you, sir.
- What is it?

Starfleet urgently
requests any data we have

on the whereabouts
of enterprise.

What?

Well, apparently, they're
refusing to acknowledge signal

to return to spacedock, sir.

Signal starfleet that we have
no idea location enterprise.

Sir?

- You have hearing problems, mister?
- No, sir.

Klingon blood.

They must have walked through
it when it was floating

and tracked it back here.

This is the first evidence
which corroborates our theory.

Now we go to starfleet.

Now we expand our search
to include uniforms.

All uniforms?

Take those out.

- Continue scanning.
- Nothing, sir.

Clear, sir.

Coming through. Coming through.

Computer well seven clear.

Nothing. Nothing.

Okay, let's see what we got.
Nothing. Nothing so far.

Sir! Sir!

- I think we've been had.
- No, you weren't, doctor.

Get off at the first level.
Follow the gang into the mine.

They don't take girls.

You are crewman Dax?

Yes, commander. What
is the problem?

Perhaps you know Russian
epic of cinderella?

If shoe fits, wear it.

Mr. Chekov.

Watch me.

What kind of creature is this?
Last night, you two were...

Don't remind me.

Get in.

Come on. We don't
have a lot of time.

Hurry.

Up there.

Come on, climb.

Here. You'll need these.
Quickly!

Stay close.

There they are.

They're emerging from
the beaming shield.

- Mr. Scott, start your engines.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Mr. Chekov, set course
for rura penthe.

Mr. Spock, rura penthe is deep
inside the klingon frontier.

- If we are discovered...
- Quite correct, Mr. Chekov.

What is required now is a feat
of linguistic legerdemain

and a degree of intrepidity

before the captain and Dr
McCoy freeze to death.

- Leave me. I'm finished.
- No!

Bones, I'm wearing a
viridium patch on my back.

Spock slapped it there just
before we went on gorkon's ship.

- Why, that cunning little vulcan.
- Come on. We're in the clear.

Now that we're
outside the shield,

they'll be able to locate
us two sectors away.

If they're even looking for us.

This is listening post morska.

What ship is that? Over.

We must respond personally.

A universal translator
would be recognized.

We am thy freighter ursva.

Six weeks out of.

Kronos.

What is your destination? Over.

We is condemning food,

things and supplies.

Don't catch any bugs!

Would you mind explaining
that little trick you do?

- I'm a chameloid.
- I've heard about you.

Shapeshifters.

- I thought you were mythical.
- Give a girl a chance, captain.

- It takes a lot of effort.
- I don't doubt it.

Stop me if I'm wrong,

but do we have any way of knowing
whether this is the real you?

I thought I would assume
a pleasing shape.

We're outside the shield. Now
it's your turn, captain.

If you say so.

Are you crazy?

She didn't need our
help getting anywhere.

Where'd you get these
convenient clothes?

Don't tell me that flare
is standard prison issue.

It's to let them know where we are.
Ask her what she's getting in return.

A full pardon,

which doesn't cover this.

An accident wasn't good enough.
Come on, Spock.

Good enough for one. Two would
have looked suspicious.

Killed while attempting escape.
Now that's convincing for both.

Surprise!

- Your friends are late.
- They'll be along.

- I can't believe I kissed you.
- Must have been your lifelong ambition.

Isn't it about time you
became something else?

I like it here.

Well, well, well.

What took you so long?

- Kill him. He's the one.
- Not me, you idiot. Him!

- No witnesses.
- Killed while trying to escape.

- Damn clever, if you ask me.
- It's a classic.

- That's what he wanted.
- Who? Who wanted us killed?

Since you're all going to die
anyway, why not tell you?

His name is...

Damn it to hell! Of all the...
son of a...

- Couldn't you have waited two seconds?
- Captain?

He was just about to
explain the whole thing.

You want to go back?

- Absolutely not!
- It's cold.

This is the bridge. We are
still in klingon space.

Deck 9, remain at battle stations.
Deck 9, remain at battle stations.

They were beamed aboard
a federation starship.

I could trace...

Escaped.

Kirk cannot know the location
of the peace conference.

Are you sure?

Will you take that chance?

Helmsman, make course to
intercept enterprise.

The klingons have a new weapon,

a bird-of-prey that can
fire when cloaked.

- She torpedoed gorkon's ship.
- So that's it.

Not entirely. I have reason to
believe that gorkon's murderers

- are aboard this vessel.
- I have a thought about that.

Has the peace conference begun?

Who knows? They're keeping
the location secret.

- There's always something.
- Captain!

Mr. Spock! I found the missing uniforms
with the klingon blood on them.

But the uniforms belong
to these two men,

Burke and samno.

Not anymore. Phaser on
stun at close range.

First rule of assassination,
kill the assassins.

- Now we're back to square one.
- Can I talk to you?

I wonder why they
weren't vaporized.

It would set off the alarm.

It's possible.

Now hear this. Now hear this.
Court reporter to sickbay.

Code blue. Urgent. Statements
to be taken at once

from yeomen Burke and samno. Repeat.
Court reporter to sickbay.

Code blue. Urgent.
Statements to be taken.

Repeat. Statements to be taken
from yeomen Burke and samno.

You have to shoot.

If you are logical,
you have to shoot.

I do not want to.

What you want is irrelevant.
What you've chosen is at hand.

I'd just as soon you didn't.

The operation is over.

I did not fire. You
cannot prove anything.

Yes, I can. At my trial, my
personal log was used against me.

How long did you wait outside my
quarters before I noticed you?

You knew?

I tried to tell you, but
you would not listen.

Neither of us was hearing very
well that night, lieutenant.

There were things I tried to
tell you about having faith.

You have betrayed
the federation.

All of you.

And what do you think
you've been doing?

Saving starfleet. Klingons
cannot be trusted.

Sir.

You said so yourself.
They killed your son.

Did you not wish gorkon dead?
"Let them die," you said.

Did I misinterpret you?

And you were right.

They conspired with us to
assassinate their own chancellor.

How trustworthy can they be?

Klingons and federation
members conspiring together?

Who is "us"?

Everyone who stands
to lose from peace.

- Names, lieutenant.
- My comrades Will make certain

all your ship-to-shore
transmissions are jammed.

Names, lieutenant.

I do not remember.

A lie?

A choice.

Spock?

Admiral Cartwright.

From starfleet?

Who else?

- General...
- General...

- Chang.
- Chang.

Who else?

- Romulan...
- Romulan...

- ambassador...
- Ambassador...

- nanclus.
- Nanclus.

Where is the peace conference?

Where is the peace conference?

She does not know.

Then we're dead.

I've been dead before.
Contact excelsior.

- She'll have the coordinates.
- I've already got him, sir.

Standing by, captain Kirk.

Sulu!

You realize that by even talking to
us, you're violating regulations.

I'm sorry, captain. Your
message is breaking up.

Bless you, sulu. Where
is the peace conference?

They're going to attempt
another assassination.

The conference is at camp khitomer,
near the romulan border.

I'm sending the exact coordinates
on a coded frequency.

I'm afraid we're gonna
need more than that.

There's a bird-of-prey
on the lookout for us,

and she can fire while cloaked.

Surely not.

Hold on. How many of
those things are there?

Come on, lieutenant.

- Just the prototype.
- You hear that?

I'm getting underway now, but
we're now in Alpha quadrant.

The chances of our reaching the
conference in time are slim.

When does this conference start?

According to my
information, today.

Thank you, captain sulu.

Don't mention it, captain Kirk.

Spock?

I prefer it dark.

Dining on ashes?

You were right.

It was arrogant presumption on my
part that got us into this situation.

You and the doctor might
have been killed.

The night is young.

You said it yourself. It was logical.
Peace is worth a few personal risks.

You're a great one for logic.

I'm a great one for rushing in
where angels fear to tread.

We're both extremists.

Reality is probably
somewhere in between.

I couldn't get past
the death of my son.

I was prejudiced by her
accomplishments as a vulcan.

Gorkon had to die before I
understood how prejudiced I was.

Is it possible that
we two, you and I,

have grown so old
and so inflexible

that we have outlived
our usefulness?

Would that constitute a joke?

Don't crucify yourself.
It wasn't your fault.

I was responsible.

- For no actions but your own.
- That is not what you said at your trial.

That was as captain of the ship.
Human beings...

But, captain, we both
know that I am not human.

Spock, you want to know something?
Everybody's human.

I find that remark insulting.

Come on. I need you.

Madam chancellor,

members of the diplomatic
corps, honored guests,

the united federation of planets
welcomes you to camp khitomer.

She's out here somewhere.

But if she is cloaked...

Then all we have is a
neutron radiation surge,

and by the time we're close
enough to record it, we're ashes.

209.

206.

203.

- Close enough to beam down?
- Not yet, captain. In two minutes. 158.

- Go to impulse power for khitomer orbit.
- Aye, sir.

Let us redefine progress to mean
that just because we can do a thing,

it does not necessarily follow
that we must do that thing.

- Uhura?
- Nothing, captain.

If she's here, she's
rigged for silent running.

Coming up on transporter
range in 57 seconds.

Transporter room, stand
by to beam down.

53...

48 seconds.

44...

I can see you, Kirk.

Chang.

Can you see me?

Now, be honest, captain.
Warrior to warrior,

you do prefer it this way, don't you?
As it was meant to be.

No peace in our time.

"Once more unto the
breach, dear friends."

- This is fun.
- Reverse engines. All astern.

One and a half impulse power.
Back off! Back off!

What's she doing?

What's she waiting for?

Probably attempting to ascertain
why we are reversing,

wondering whether we detect her.

Incoming!

- In range?
- Not yet, sir.

Come on. Come on.

- She'll fly apart.
- Fly her apart, then!

Many speculated about
my father's motives.

There were those who
said he was an idealist.

Others said he had no choice.

If praxis had not exploded, then
quite possibly his idealism

would not have found expression.
We are a proud race,

and we are here because we
intend to go on being proud.

- Go to auxiliary power!
- Auxiliary circuits destroyed, captain.

"Tickle us, do we not laugh?
Prick us, do we not bleed?"

"Wrong us,"

"shall we not revenge?"

Gas.

Gas, captain. Under impulse power, she
expends fuel like any other vessel.

We call it plasma, but whatever
the klingon designation,

it is merely ionized gas.

Well, what about all of that
equipment we're carrying

to catalogue gaseous anomalies?

- Well, the thing's gotta have a tailpipe.
- Doctor, would you care to assist me

- in performing surgery on a torpedo?
- Fascinating.

Hard to starboard!

The proposed agenda is as follows.
The total evacuation of kronos

has been calculated within
the 50-earth-year time span.

Phase one, preparation
for evacuation.

Come on, reach up!

Captain! She's packing quite a wallop!
Shields weakening!

Shields up. All right.

Now we've given them
something else to shoot at.

Aye, sir.

The game's afoot, huh?

- Excelsior's been hit.
- "Our revels now are ended," Kirk.

"Cry 'havoc!' And let
slip the dogs of war."

Bones, where's my torpedo?

Bet you wish you'd stood in bed.

Emergency power!
Gravity control down!

Shields collapsing!

The key, please, doctor.
Time is short.

The hull has been compromised.

- I wonder how bad?
- Connect echobars.

To discuss the
report on phase two.

- Alter circuit "a."
- Sensor.

I propose that we commence with
the minutes of the preparation.

"I am constant as
the northern star."

I'd give real money
if he'd shut up.

- Plate, please.
- Plate.

And assimilation Will consume...

We've got a heartbeat.

The klingon empire,
the ecological...

- Key, please.
- Key.

Where's that damn torpedo?

She's ready, Jim. Lock and load.

Fire.

To be,

or not

to be.

Target that explosion and fire.

Fire.

As I imagine this
work Will occupy us

throughout most of the
week, it would be my hope

that the delegation could
return to their capitals

to implement the
provisions of phase one,

no later than the
first of next month.

Scotty.

As you know, time
is of the essence.

- Out of the way!
- Out of the way!

Mr. president!

Mr. president! Mr. president!

Mr. president!

Kirk, enterprise.

Protect the chancellor!

- Arrest those men!
- Arrest yourself.

We've got a full confession.

Cartwright, just a minute.

What's happened? What's the
meaning of all of this?

It's about the future,
madam chancellor.

Some people think the future
means the end of history.

Well, we haven't run out
of history quite yet.

Your father called the future

the undiscovered country.

People can be very
frightened of change.

You've restored my
father's faith.

And you've restored my son's.

Once again, we've saved
civilization as we know it.

And the good news is, they're
not going to prosecute.

They might as well have prosecuted me.
I felt like lieutenant valeris.

Well, they don't arrest
people for having feelings.

And it's a good thing, too. If they did,
we'd all have to turn ourselves in.

Captain Kirk.

Captain sulu.

As much to the crew of the
enterprise, I owe you my thanks.

Nice to see you in action one
more time, captain Kirk.

Take care.

By god, that's a big ship.

- Not so big as her captain, I think.
- So, this is goodbye.

I think it's about time we
got underway ourselves.

Captain, I have orders
from starfleet command.

We're to put back to
spacedock immediately

to be decommissioned.

If I were human,

I believe my response would be,

"go to hell."

If I were human.

Course heading, captain?

Second star to the right,

and straight on till morning.

Captain's log, stardate 9529.1.

This is the final cruise
of the starship enterprise

under my command.

This ship and her history Will shortly
become the care of another crew.

To them and their posterity
Will we commit our future.

They Will continue the
voyages we have begun,

and journey to all the
undiscovered countries,

boldly going where no man...

Where no one

has gone before.

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