Captain's Log: our position, orbiting Psi-2000,
an ancient world, now a frozen wasteland,
about to rip apart in its death throes.
Our mission: pick up a scientific party below,
observe the disintegration of the planet.
[ High-Pitched Sound ]
- Check out the life-support systems. - Right, sir.
[ High-Pitched Sound ]
All life systems were off, sir.
Someone strangled this woman.
- The other four are back there. - Dead?
- Right, sir. - Engineer at his post?
- He's frozen there like he didn't care. - The rest?
Well... better look for yourself, Mr. Spock.
One man was taking a shower fully clothed.
[ Beeping ]
[ Beeping ]
Be certain we expose ourselves to nothing.
- Spock here. Do you read, Enterprise? - Kirk, affirmative.
- All station personnel are dead. - What caused it?
Unknown, Captain.
It's like nothing we've dealt with before.
Space-- the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the starship Enterprise.
Its five-year mission: to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man has gone before.
Captain's Log: Stardate 1704.2.
The science party we were to have picked up...
has been found dead.
Life-support systems had been turned off.
Station personnel, frozen to death.
Conditions highly unusual.
Meanwhile, we remain in orbit to complete our mission,
close scientific measurement of the breakup of this planet.
- You received my signal, Mr. Scott. - Yes, sir. Decontaminate.
[ Beep ]
- Captain here. - Spock and Tormolen aboard, sir.
We're holding them in the chamber for decontamination.
Better have Medicine look them over too.
Tell Mr. Spock I'll meet him there in ten minutes. Kirk out.
You're fine, Joe. Up and outta there.
Mr. Spock?
[ Beeping ]
Your pulse is 242.
Your blood pressure is practically nonexistent,
assuming you call that green stuff in your veins blood.
The readings are perfectly normal for me, Doctor. Thank you.
And as for my anatomy being different from yours,
I am delighted.
- Captain. - How are they?
- They're fine, Jim. - Terrible, Captain. It was terrible.
They were just sitting, like they didn't care.
Whatever was happening, they didn't care.
- I keep wondering-- - You keep wondering...
if man was meant to be out here.
You keep wondering, you keep signing on.
Any guesses, Mr. Spock? Any idea of what happened down there?
I wish I could say, Captain. Circumstances were quite bizarre.
However, our record tapes may show us something.
Six dead. Six people dead.
- You better get some rest. - Yes, sir.
Set up those tapes, Mr. Spock.
We'll see if the answers are there.
- The lab status report, Doctor. - Oh, thank you, Christine.
- Next tape, please. - Spectro-analysis tape, sir.
Thank you.
Almost as though they were irrational... drugged.
An engineer sitting there, apparently oblivious to everything.
A woman strangled.
A crewman with a phaser pistol in his hand.
He'd used the computer room as if it were an amusement gallery.
And a fully clothed man frozen to death in a shower.
If the image wasn't so ugly, it would be laughable.
Not even a theory, gentlemen?
Definitely not drugs or intoxication.
The bio-analysis on the tapes prove that conclusively.
Could be some form of space madness we've never heard of,
but it would have to be caused by something.
Our spectro-readings showed no contamination, no unusual elements.
Or at least none your tricorders could register.
Instruments register only those things they're designed to register.
Space still contains infinite unknowns.
Earth Science needs the closest possible measurement of the breakup of this planet.
To do this, we need the Enterprise...
in a critically tight orbit. Question.
Could what happened down there to those people...
create any unusual danger to this vessel and crew?
We will need top efficiency, Captain.
It'll be a tricky orbit.
When the planet begins to go, there may be drastic changes...
in gravity, mass, magnetic field.
The purpose of a briefing, gentlemen,
is to get me answers based on your abilities and experience.
In a critical orbit, there's no time for surprise.
Unless you people on the bridge...
start taking showers with your clothes on,
my engines can pull us out of anything.
We'll be warping out of orbit within a half second of getting your command.
- Bridge to Captain. - Kirk here.
Scanners report sudden four-degree shift in planet magnetic field.
A change in mass also, sir.
It's beginning. Unusually rapid shifts.
On our way, Lieutenant. I'll hold you to that half second, Scotty.
Foil. It's a rapier. A thin sword.
All right. So what do you do with it?
What do you mean, what do you do with it?
Self-defense? Mayhem? Shish kebab?
- You practice. - For what?
Hi, Joey.
Last week it was botany he was trying to get me interested in.
I was supposed to be collecting leaves, plant specimens.
Your attitude is all wrong. Fencing tones the muscle, sharpens the eye,
improves the posture. You tell him, Joey.
Explain to him.
Hey, Joey.
- You feeling all right? - Get off me!
You don't rank me and you don't have pointed ears, so just get off my neck!
- What's with him? - Nothing!
[ Ship's Whistle ]
Attention. Engine room on standby alert.
All duty personnel to the bridge. Acknowledge.
You sure you're all right now, Joe? We've got to leave.
We're all a bunch of hypocrites.
Sticking our noses into something that we've got no business.
- What are we doing out here, anyway? - Take it easy, Joe.
Bring pain and trouble with us.
Leave men and women stuck out on freezing planets until they die.
What are we doing out here in space?
Good? What good?
We're polluting it, destroying it.
We've got no business being out here... no business.
- Take it easy. - Now calm down.
If a man was supposed to fly, he'd have wings.
If he was supposed to be out in space, he wouldn't need air to breathe,
wouldn't need life-support systems to keep him from freezing to death.
- Hey, Joey, put the knife down, huh? - You're all steamed up, Joe.
We don't belong here.
It's not ours. Not ours.
Destroying... and watching.
We don't belong.
I don't belong.
Six people died down there.
Why do I deserve to live?
- What are you doing, Joe? - Hey, Joey, put the knife down.
- Don't be a fool. - Let go!
You're just getting in a sweat about-- Let me have the knife!
Joey, don't be a fool.
Let me go.
Joey, give me the knife.
Emergency! Rec room, area 3-9. We need medics!
Captain's Log: supplemental.
Our orbit, tightening. Our need for efficiency, critical.
But unknown to us, a totally new and unusual disease has been brought aboard.
- Relative gravity increasing, sir. - Compensate, Mr. Riley.
- Yes, sir. - Magnetic field continuing to shift.
Planet continuing to shrink in mass.
- Mr. Spock? - All scanning stations manned.
- All recorders functioning, Captain. - Orbit steady now, sir.
Obviously, this planet is condensing more rapidly than expected.
A valuable study.
We may be seeing Earth's distant future.
Before its sun went dark, this planet was remarkably similar to yours.
- Helm answering nicely, Captain. - Good.
Communications status, Captain.
- Tormolen's record? - Psychiatric file, personality quotients.
Was he trying to kill himself?
It's doubtful he meant to. He was confused, self-tortured.
Doesn't sound like the man I know.
His capacity for self-doubt has always been rather high.
What puzzles me is what brought it to the surface with so much force.
His breathing rate is dropping, Doctor.
Compensate with the respirator.
Stand by to close.
Closing.
[ Beeping ]
- What is it? - Relative gravity increase, sir.
- Like the planet reached out and yanked at us. - Compensate.
Compensate.
Orbit steady now, sir. May be a little nervous, I guess.
This shouldn't be happening.
This man should be getting stronger.
- You sure the respirator's functioning properly? - Yes, Doctor.
Why is this man dying?
Hypo.
He's dead, Doctor.
The wounds were not that severe.
This is McCoy. Captain Kirk to sick bay.
Uhura, monitor communications.
- Tell McCoy I'll be there when I can. - Yes, sir.
Planet breakup is imminent, Captain. Shrinking in size...
at an increasing rate.
As the planet continues to shrink in size, its surface moves away from us.
Forcing us to spiral down to maintain the same distance from it.
Exactly. We must be prepared to respond instantly to any sudden change.
- Engine room from bridge. - Scott here, Captain.
Tie into the helm, Scotty. If we should call for power, we'll want it fast.
No problem, sir. You'll have it.
Rate of compaction seems constant.
Then I'll go see what the good doctor wants.
- Keep me informed of any change. - Acknowledged.
Don't know if it's this planet...
or what happened with Joe.
- I'm sweating like a bridegroom. - Yeah, me too.
Hey, why don't you come down to the gym with me, Kevin m'lad?
- Now? - Why not? Light workout will take the edge off.
Sulu, what about--
Hey, Sulu, don't be a fool!
Intestinal damage wasn't that severe.
I got to him in plenty of time. That man should still be alive.
The only reason he died, Jim, is he didn't want to live.
- He gave up. - That's a supposition, not a fact.
Well, that may be... may be.
I've lost patients before, but not like that.
Not Joe's kind. That kind of man doesn't give up.
Coincidence?
Maybe.
You mean that Joe was down on the planet surface...
and you're gonna ask me if it's connected.
That's exactly what I was gonna ask.
Jim, he was decontaminated. He's been medically checked.
- We've run every test we know for everything we know-- - That's not good enough.
Well, we're doing everything that's possible.
Bones, I want the impossible checked out too.
[ Beeping ]
Why isn't Mr. Sulu at this station?
Magnetic pull compensated for, sir. Orbit steady.
- Take over here, Rand. - Yes, sir.
You haven't answered my question. Where is Mr. Sulu?
Have no fear, O'Riley's here.
- One lrishman is worth 10,000 of you-- - You're relieved, Mr. Riley.
- Uhura, take over this station. - Yes, sir.
Now that's what I like. Let the women work too.
- Universal suffrage. - Report to sick bay, Mr. Riley.
Sick bay? Exactly where I was heading... sir.
Security. Mr. Riley is headed for sick bay.
See to it he arrives. Captain Kirk to the bridge.
[ Blows ]
Where's Joe?
- Well-- - He died, didn't he?
- Yes. - You know something?
You have such lovely eyes...
pretty lady.
I know he was a friend of yours. This must be a terrible shock.
You know what Joe's mistake was?
He wasn't born an lrishman.
Richelieu, beware!
Stand.
No farther.
[ Laughing ]
No escape for you.
You either leave this bois bloodied...
or with my blood on your swords.
Cowards!
- Lieutenant Brent, relieve Miss Uhura. - Yes, sir.
What were their symptoms?
Nonviolent at this stage. Slightly disoriented.
Riley seemed rather pleased with himself, as if he were--
- Irrational or... drugged. - Precisely.
- Security, Lieutenant Uhura. - Yes, sir.
Both Sulu and Riley, locate and confine.
I want every crewman who comes in contact with them medically checked.
Sir, level two, corridor three reports a disturbance.
Mr. Sulu chasing crewmen... with a sword.
- Put Security on it. - Fascinating. A pattern is developing.
First, Tormolen: hidden personality traits being forced to the surface.
Then Riley, who fancies himself a descendant of lrish kings.
And now Sulu, who is at heart a swashbuckler out of your 18th century.
- Present condition of Psi-2000. - Gravity pull increasing.
We've shifted to two percent and should stabilize our position.
- Helmsman, stabilize position. - Helm is not answering to control.
- Warp us out of here. - No response from engines, sir.
Impulse power then. Blast us out of this orbit.
Impulse engines also dead, sir.
Engine room, we need power!
Mr. Scott, acknowledge. Our controls are dead.
Take her.
Richelieu, at last.
Sulu, put that-- put that thing away!
For honor, Queen, and France!
- Sulu. - Ah.
Sulu... give me that.
- I'll protect you, fair maiden! - Sorry, neither.
Foul Richelieu.
I'd like you to teach me that sometime.
Take D'Artagnon here to sick bay.
Scotty, we need power.
- Engine room, acknowledge! - You rang, sir?
- Who's this? - This is Captain Kevin Thomas Riley...
of the starship Enterprise.
- And who is this? - This is Captain Kirk.
Get out of the engine room, navigator. Where's Mr. Scott?
I've relieved Mr. Scott of his duties.
Now, attention, cooks. This is your captain speaking.
I would like double portions of ice cream...
for the entire crew.
- Clear that tube, will you? - Yes, sir.
And now, your captain will render an ancient lrish favorite.
- I'll take you home - Captain. At our present rate of descent,
we have less than 20 minutes before we enter planet atmosphere.
And burn up. I know, Mr. Spock.
Wild and wide
To where your heart
Captain's Log: Stardate 1704.4.
Ship out of control, spiraling down towards planet Psi-2000.
We have 19 minutes of life left...
without engine power or helm control.
- How did Riley get in there? - He ran in, said you wanted us on the bridge.
- He's cut off both helm and power. - And he shut the door behind us
- and locked off the mechanism. - Can't you get to the auxiliary?
I can't. He's hooked everything through the main panel in there.
Get up to my office and pull the plans for this bulkhead.
The only way to get that door open...
is to cut through these wall circuits here.
The roses all have left your cheeks
I've watched them fade away and die
-Status reports, all sections. -Mr. Spock, a fight in the aft wardroom.
Security reports incidents among the crewmen are increasing.
Go to Alert Baker-2. Seal off main sections.
- [ Siren Blares ] - All decks, alert system B-2.
Repeat, go to alert condition Baker-2.
Seal off all main sections. Stand by.
We're going to seal off, if we can minimize the spread of whatever this is.
Continue the alert, Lieutenant.
I can't, sir. He's cut off the alert channels.
Lieutenant Uhura, you've interrupted my song.
Uh... I'm sorry, but there'll be no ice cream for you tonight.
- Cut him off. - I can't, sir. There's no way to do it.
Attention, crew. This is Captain Riley.
There will be a formal dance in the bowling alley...
at 1900 hours tonight.
No way, Captain. He controls the main power panels.
He can override any channel from down there.
17 minutes left, sir.
Sick bay to bridge.
- Can you tie me in to the sick bay? - I'm getting you, Jim.
Look, can you keep this beast level?
I've got Sulu tranquilized and we're running tests on him.
So far there's nothing unusual in his bloodstream.
Body functions seem normal.
Riley's the immediate problem, Doctor.
Is there any way... anything you can do to snap him out of it?
Negative, until I can get a little farther on these tests.
Uh, this is Captain Riley. Crew, I have some additional orders.
In the future, all female crew members...
will wear their hair... Ioosely, about their shoulders.
And use restraint in putting on your makeup.
Women-- women should not look made up.
And now, crew, I will render "Kathleen"...
one more time!
Please, not again.
I'll take you home again Kathleen
[ Singing Continues, Echoing ]
I've watched them fade away and die
I've set the jumpers up there. Stand by 'til I give you a signal.
And tears bedim your loving eyes
Oh, I will take you home
Engineering to Bridge.
Try your helm. You'll have enough power to keep her stabilized.
Here, let's have a look at that.
Sixteen minutes left, Captain. We've stabilized, but still spiraling down.
Emergency signal, Captain. Both decks four and five.
- Fights and disorders. - Get me sick bay.
I have no intercom for sick bay. He keeps switching channels on me.
See what you can do to help Dr. McCoy.
Check Scotty first. Move him faster. He's got to get through that bulkhead.
[ Laughing Hysterically ]
Crewman, report to the lab!
I'll take you home again Janice
- What's going on? - Mr. Spock, I'm trying to get to the bridge...
and this crewman won't let me by.
- Crewman, stand aside. - Oh, uh, yes, sir.
- I'll take you home again, Janice - Spock!
- Message from the captain. - Tell him I'm doing my best.
- If I cut through the wrong circuits-- - We have 14 minutes left.
Even if we were under a full-scale attack,
I couldn't move any faster... not and maintain a safety factor.
At the rate you're proceeding, calculations show...
that you'll take a minute and a half more than we have left.
You can't afford a safety factor.
Biopsy lab. Biopsy, where's my report?
Biopsy, come in!
Harrison, where's my report?
- I'm going to the lab. - Sir?
- Yes? - The tranquilizer's wearing off.
Oh, good. I'll need him conscious now.
Continue to examine him on circuits K-one and three.
Of course, Doctor.
[ Hysterical Laughter ]
Get him out of here.
- I'll take you - I would have gotten here sooner, sir--
- but Crewman Moody stopped me in the hallway. - Take the helm.
- Sir? - Take the helm!
- Yes, sir. - Kathleen
And now, crew...
- one more time! - At least try cutting him off!
Sir, if I could cut him off, don't you think l--
I'll take you home again Kathleen
Yes, sir. I'll keep trying.
Sorry.
Across the ocean wild and wide
- Scotty. - Engine room.
We've got 12 minutes left. It'll take at least two...
or three of them to get the engines up to power now.
Then we'll make it, sir, if all goes right.
Call me when you've cut through. I want to be there. Kirk out.
Nurse? Where is Dr. McCoy?
He's gone to the lab.
Lab. Lab, respond please. Spock here.
Lab.
- Mr. Spock? - What is it, Nurse?
Mr. Spock...
the men from Vulcan treat their women strangely.
At least, people say that.
But you're part human too.
I know you don't...
you couldn't... hurt me...
would you?
I'm in love with you, Mr. Spock.
You, the human Mr. Spock...
the Vulcan Mr. Spock.
- Nurse, you should-- - Christine, please.
I see things... how honest you are.
I know how you feel.
You hide it, but you do have feeling.
Oh, how we must hurt you... torture you.
I'm in control of my emotions.
The others believe that. I don't.
I love you.
I don't know why, but I love you. I do love you...
just as you are.
Oh, I love you.
- I'm sorry. - Captain is en route to Engineering, Mr. Spock.
Can you take the bridge? Acknowledge.
- I am sorry. - Christine.
- Christine. - [ Ship's Whistle ]
Bridge to sick bay. Is Mr. Spock there?
[ Ship's Whistle ]
Mr. Spock, would you please acknowledge?
I will take you home Kathleen
Almost ready, sir.
To where your heart will feel no pain
When the fields are fresh and green
- I'll take you to your home - Ready, sir.
Follow me through. Put your phasers on stun.
Don't fire unless he's armed. Go.
I'll take-- No dance tonight.
Get him out of here.
I'm in control of my emotions.
[ Sobs ]
Control of my emo--
I am an officer.
An officer...
My duty...
My duty...
is... is...
My duty is to--
to... too late.
I'm sorry.
To...
Two...
four...
six--
Six.
Six times... six--
Six times--
- Scotty, we haven't got much time left. - Bridge to Captain.
- Kirk here. - Entering planet's outer atmosphere.
- Captain. - What is it?
He's turned the engines off.
Completely cold. It will take 30 minutes to regenerate them.
Ship's outer skin is beginning to heat, Captain.
- Orbit plot shows we have about eight minutes left. - Scotty!
I can't change the laws of physics.
I've got to have 30 minutes.
Captain's Log: supplemental.
The Enterprise, spiraling down, out of control.
Ship's outer skin heating rapidly due to friction with planet atmosphere.
- Maybe 22-23 minutes. - Scotty, we've got six.
Captain, you can't mix matter and antimatter cold.
We'd go up in the biggest explosion since--
We can balance our engines into a controlled implosion.
That's only a theory. It's never been done.
Bridge, have you found Mr. Spock yet?
If you wanted to chance odds of 10,000 to one, maybe,
assuming we had a row of computers working weeks on the right formula.
Mr. Spock is not on the bridge, Captain.
I was on the bridge.
Hey, Doc... what am I doing here?
McCoy to Bio. We've isolated it.
- Start preparing serum. - What, Doctor?
It's water. Somehow on this planet, water's changed to a complex chain of molecules.
- What's that... Doctor? - That's how we missed it.
It passed from man to man through perspiration.
Once in the bloodstream, it acts like alcohol...
depresses the centers of judgment, self-control.
Now get someone to the lab. Tell them the serum works, start preparing more.
[ Hysterical Laughter ]
Doc, will you let me out of here? I'm all right.
- Release him. - [ Ship's Whistle ]
Engineers, man your stations. Engine rooms, report.
Cycling station, report. This will be an emergency restart of engines.
- Where have you been? What happened? - My mother--
I could never tell her I loved her.
We've got four minutes, maybe five.
An Earth woman, living on a planet...
where love... emotion-- it's bad taste.
We've got to risk a full-power start. The engines were shut off.
No time to regenerate them. Do you hear me?
We've got to risk a full-power start!
I respected my father... our customs.
I was ashamed of my Earth blood.
Jim... when I feel friendship for you, I'm ashamed.
You've got to hear me!
We need a formula. We've got to risk implosion!
It's never been done!
Understand, Jim...
I've spent a whole lifetime learning to hide my feelings.
We've got to risk implosion. It's our only chance.
- It's never been done. - Don't tell me that again, Science Officer!
It's a theory. It's possible.
We may go up into the biggest ball of fire since the last sun in these parts exploded,
- but we've got to take that one-in-10,000 chance! - Bridge to Captain.
- Engineer asked, did you find-- - Yes, I found Mr. Spock!
I'm talking to Mr. Spock, do you understand?
Yes, sir. Three and a half minutes left, Captain.
I've got it... the disease.
Love... you're better off without it, and I'm better off without mine.
This vessel...
I give... she takes.
She won't permit me my life. I've got to live hers.
- Jim. - I have a beautiful yeoman.
Have you noticed her, Mr. Spock?
You're allowed to notice her.
- The Captain's not permitted-- - Jim.
There is an innermix formula.
Now I know why it's called "she."
It's never been tested.
It's a theoretical relationship between time and antimatter.
Flesh woman... to touch, to hold.
A beach to walk on.
A few days, no braid on my shoulder.
- Captain. - Scotty...
help.
Stand by to innermix. I'll call the formula in from the bridge.
Entering upper stratosphere, Captain.
Skin temperature now 2170 degrees.
I've got to hang on.
Tell them... clear the corridors.
The turbo lift... hurry.
Never lose you.
Never.
Bridge.
Engine room. We're set.
- Hyperbolic course. - Direction, sir.
Direction. Direction.
It doesn't matter. The way we came.
Course laid in, sir.
- Fuel temperature. - Level.
No beach to walk on.
Sir?
Raise antimatter 840 degrees.
That'll take four minutes.
We haven't the time. We'll have to risk it.
Bridge, we're ready.
- Engage. - [ High-Pitched Squeal ]
- Are you all right, Jim? - Are you?
We found a cure. We're over that part of it.
Obviously, we were successful. The engines imploded.
Captain... my velocity gauge is off the scale.
Engine power went off the scale as well.
We're now traveling faster than is possible for normal space.
Checked elapsed time, Mr. Sulu.
My chronometer's running... backwards, sir.
Time warp.
We're going backward in time.
Helm, begin reversing power.
Slowly.
Helm answering, sir.
Power reversing.
We're back to normal time, Captain.
Engines ahead. Warp one.
Warp one, sir.
- Mr. Spock. - Yes, sir.
The time warp-- what did it do to us?
We've regressed in time 71 hours.
It is now three days ago, Captain.
We have three days to live over again.
Not those last three days.
This does open some intriguing prospects, Captain.
Since the formula worked,
we can go back in time, to any planet...
any era.
We may risk it someday, Mr. Spock.
Resume course to our next destination, Mr. Sulu.
Course laid in, sir.
Steady as she goes.
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