Look at those pine trees.
And that lake.
I swear that's honeysuckle I smell.
I swear that's a little orange blossom thrown in.
It's unbelievable.
Growth ... exactly like that of Earth
on a planet half a galaxy away.
What are the odds on such duplication?
Astronomical, Captain.
The relative size, age and composition of this planet
makes it highly improbable that it would evolve similarly to Earth
in any way.
What in blazes is that?
Analysis, Spock.
An alien metal of some kind.
An alloy resistant to probe.
Readings can't even measure its age accurately.
These incised symbols are fascinating.
Evidently, some form of writing.
Any theories about what it is?
Negative, Captain.
Structures of this complexity require
extremely sophisticated building apparatus,
the kind usually found in cultures surpassing or equalling our own.
Meadows and no meteor craters.
The whole place is an enigma biologically and culturally.
What's the nearest concentration of life forms, Mr. Spock?
Bearing 117, mark 4.
How much time do we have to investigate?
If we are to divert the asteroid
which is on a collision course with this planet,
we must warp out of orbit within 30 minutes.
Every second we delay arriving at the deflection point
compounds the problem, perhaps past solution.
You did say 30 minutes?
Yes, sir.
Then let's go. Let's find out what life-forms
are blessed by this environment.
Why, they look like -- I'd swear they're American Indians.
They are, Doctor.
A mixture of Navajo, Mohican, and Delaware, I believe.
All among the more advanced and peaceful tribes.
It's like discovering Atlantis ...
or Shangri-la.
Mr. Spock, is it possible
there's a more evolved civilization somewhere else on this planet,
one capable of building that obelisk
or developing a deflector system?
Highly improbable, Captain.
Sensor probes indicate only one type of life-form here.
Shouldn't we contact them, Jim, tell them?
Tell them what?
That an asteroid's coming
to smash their world into atoms?
Too primitive to grasp the concept of space flight.
Our appearance here would only confuse and frighten them.
We've got a job to do.
Let's get back to the Enterprise.
What's the matter, Jim?
What? Oh, nothing.
Just so peaceful, uncomplicated.
No problems, no command decisions.
Just living.
Typical human reaction to an idyllic natural setting.
In the twentieth century, we referred to it as the Tahiti Syndrome.
It's particularly common to over pressured leader types,
like star ship captains.
Ah, Tahiti Syndrome.
Let's go take care of that asteroid.
But first I want another look at that obelisk.
- Doctor? - Yes.
I suggest that any further research on your part
be delayed until after we have diverted the asteroid.
- Kirk to Enterprise. - [Scott] Yes, sir.
Space -- the final frontier.
These are the voyages of the star ship Enterprise.
Its five-year mission --
to explore strange new worlds,
to seek out new life and new civilizations,
to boldly go where no man has gone before.
Captain 's Log : Star date 4842.6.
First Officer Spock commanding.
Numerous search parties
and repeated sensor probes of the area
have failed to locate Captain Kirk.
Spock to Enterprise.
[Scott] Enterprise. Come in, Mr. Spock.
Prepare to beam us up. We're warping out of orbit.
Leaving? You can't be serious, Spock.
Doctor, that asteroid is almost as large as your earth's moon.
Far enough away, the angle necessary
to divert it enough to avoid destruction is minute,
but as the asteroid approaches this planet,
the angle becomes so great that even the power of a star ship --
The devil with an asteroid! It won't get here for two months!
If we arrive at the deflection point in time,
it may not get here at all.
What about Jim?
Once the asteroid has been diverted, we'll resume the search.
That may be hours from now. He may be injured or dying.
Doctor, assume this is the planet we're on.
This is the approaching asteroid.
If we don't get to that deflection point in time,
it will become physically impossible to divert this asteroid.
In that case, everyone on this planet will die,
including the captain.
Can a few more minutes matter, Spock?
In the time it's taken me to explain the problem,
the asteroid has moved from here to here.
The longer we delay, the less the likelihood
of being able to divert it.
Beam us up, Mr. Scott.
Where am I?
What place is this?
What are these?
I feel should know.
They're familiar
and yet unfamiliar.
How did I get here?
Who am I?
Try to remember.
Wait.
Who are you?
We are your people.
We've been waiting for you to come to us.
Captain's Log : Star date 4843.6.
First Officer Spock commanding.
We've been en route to the asteroid for several hours.
Our delay on the planet's surface has made it imperative
that we proceed at maximum warp speed
for a period which exceeds the recommended safety margin.
I can't give you warp 9 much longer, Mr. Spock.
These engines are beginning to show signs of stress.
Stress or not, we cannot reduce speed.
I do not intend to miss that deflection point.
All right, but we're moving further into the danger range all the time.
Objection noted, Mr. Scott.
Carry on.
Miramanee has said that you appeared to her
and to her hand maiden from the walls of the temple,
just as our legend foretells.
We do not doubt the words of our priestess,
but these are troubled times,
and we must be sure.
I'll answer anything I can, but as I told you,
many things are strange to me.
He knows nothing of our danger. How could he save us?
It is against custom to interrupt a tribal elder at council,
even for the medicine chief.
Words will not save us when the skies darken.
We must be certain.
I say he must prove he is a god.
Our skies have darkened
three times since the harvest.
The last time worst of all.
Our legend predicts such danger
and promises that the wise ones who planted us here
will send a god to save us,
one who can rouse the temple spirit
and make the sky grow quiet.
Can you do this?
I came from the temple as Miramanee said,
and it was a beginning ...
for me here.
But I came from the sky ...
too.
Only I ... can't remember.
I ...
I can't remember.
Salish, a terrible thing has happened.
The boy was attending the fishnets,
and he became entangled in them
and sank to the bottom of the river.
Lumo brought him up quickly, but he doesn't move.
There is no sound in the body.
There is no light in the eyes.
He will move no more.
Wait a moment.
Wait!
[Coughs]
He'll be all right now.
My people are grateful.
It's a simple technique.
It goes way back ...
way back.
Only god can breathe life into the dead.
Do you still question?
Give him the medicine badge.
[Chekov] Deflection point minus 7.
[Spock] Full power, Mr. Scott.
The relays will reject the overload, Mr. Spock!
Bypass the relays. Go to manual control.
[Scotty] We'll burn out the engines!
I want full power, Mr. Scott.
[Scotty] Aye, sir.
All right, you lovelies.
Hold together.
Full power, Mr. Spock.
Magnification factor 12, Mr. Sulu.
Aye, sir.
Deflection point minus 4.
All engines stopped. Hold position here.
[Scotty] All engines stopped, sir.
Prepare to activate deflectors.
Aye, sir.
Power dropping, sir.
Engineering, maintain full power. Full power.
[Scotty]Dilithium crystal circuit's failing, sir.
- We'll have to replace it. - Not now.
Zero!
Deflection point now, sir.
Activate deflectors.
Power dropping, sir.
Degree of deflection, Mr. Sulu.
Not enough, Mr. Spock.
It's only .0013 degrees.
Recircuit power to engines.
Maximum speed heading 37 mark 010.
Aye, sir.
That heading will put us directly in the asteroid's path.
Correct. I intend to retreat in front of that asteroid
until we can employ all power on phaser beams.
What for?
To destroy it. A narrow beam
concentrated on a single spot will split that mass.
It might also cripple the ship, and we'd be crushed by the asteroid.
Incorrect. We'll be able to get out of its path by use of impulse power.
Jim won't be able to get out of its path.
That, Doctor, is another calculated risk we must take.
Miramanee ...
what are you doing?
I must see to the needs of the god,
as is my duty.
You should be working on our ritual cloak.
There will be no ritual between us now, Salish.
What do you mean? We cannot go against tradition.
It is because of tradition that I cannot marry you.
But you are promised to me.
That was before he came.
Tribal priestess and medicine chief are always joined.
He is medicine chief now.
Salish, choose another.
Any maiden would be honored to join with you.
I ... wish no other.
You have no choice.
Miramanee ...
if you could choose ...
would you choose me?
Perhaps you would like to bathe now.
Miramanee ...
tell me about the wise ones.
Tell? But a god knows everything.
Not this one. Tell me.
The wise ones brought us here from far away.
They chose a medicine chief
to keep the secret of the temple
and to use it when the sky darkens.
Secrets of the temple?
There are no lacings.
How is this thing removed?
The secrets were passed on from father to son.
Yes. How does this open?
Well, why doesn't Salish use it?
Why are the people in danger?
His father did not wish to share his power too soon.
He died before he told Salish the secret.
Our people rejoice
and wish to honour your name,
but I did not know what you wish to be called.
What may I tell them?
Kir ...
Kir ...
Kir ... Kirok?
Have we displeased you?
No, no, everything is fine.
Then it must be ourselves, the way we live.
Perhaps we have not improved as quickly
as the wise ones wished.
Your land is rich, your people happy.
Who could be displeased with that?
But there is something.
Tell us.
We will change it.
I can't tell you anything.
All I can tell you is that I'm ...
happy and peaceful here.
I'm not sure, but I think
I've never felt that way before.
Why are they so sure I can help them?
Well, you came from the stone metal.
Did you not bring life to the child?
Yes, but I ...
I need time to remember.
Here there is much time.
For everything.
Coordinates, Mr. Chekov.
Tau 8.7.
Beta .041.
That is our target --
The asteroid's weakest point.
Almost dead center, sir.
Lock all phasers on that mark.
Maximum intensity, narrow beam.
I want to split that fissure wide open.
You sound like you're cutting a diamond.
Very astute, Doctor.
All phasers locked, sir.
We'll fire in sequence and continue firing
as long as Mr. Scott can maintain power.
Standing by, sir.
Fire phasers!
Phaser one firing.
That Vulcan won't be satisfied
till these panels are a puddle of lead.
Phaser two firing.
Relay's out again, Mr. Scott.
Phaser four firing.
All phasers fired, sir.
Rig for simultaneous firing, Mr. Sulu.
Commence simultaneous bombardment.
My bairns.
My poor bairns.
The ritual cloak is finished.
If it pleases you,
I would like to name the joining day.
The joining day?
I'm the daughter of the chief.
Tribal law betroths me to our leader.
If there is another, I will step aside.
No, Miramanee, there's no one else
in my mind or my heart.
God's wish is above tribal law.
Name the joining day.
The sooner our happiness together begins,
the longer it will last.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
Don't ask for anymore warp 9 speeds, Mr. Spock.
Our star drive is completely burned out.
The only thing we have left is impulse power.
Estimated repair time?
Hanging here in space? Forever.
The only thing
that'll fix these poor darlings
is the nearest repair base.
I've already surmised that.
Thank you, Mr. Scott.
Well, Spock, you took your calculated risk
in your calculated Vulcan way,
and you lost --
You lost for us, you lost for that planet,
and you lost for Jim.
I accept the responsibility, Doctor.
And my responsibility
is the health of this crew.
You've been driving yourself too hard,
and I want you to get some rest.
Mr. Chekov, resume heading 883, mark 4-1 .
Back to that planet? Without warp speed, it'll take months.
Exactly 59.223 days, Doctor,
and that asteroid
will be four hours behind us
all the way.
Well, then what's the use?
We might not be able to save the captain
even if he still is alive.
We might not be able to save anything,
including this ship!
You haven't heard a word I've said.
All you've been doing is staring
at that blasted obelisk.
Another calculated Vulcan risk, Doctor.
This joining means the end of darkness.
It's a time for joy
for all my people.
You will wait until I walk the holy path
to the earth lodge first
to give me time
to tell the priestess
that you follow
and that the joining will take place.
I have found paradise.
Surely no man has ever attained
such happiness.
Get out of my way, Salish.
Even though you be a god, Kirok,
I cannot permit this joining.
Nobody's asking for your permission.
Then you must strike me dead.
I have no intention of striking you dead.
You bleed.
You bleed, Kirok.
Behold a god who bleeds!
Behold a god who bleeds!
Kill me.
Kill me, Kirok,
for I will not rest
until I prove to my people
that you are no god.
[Tribal Music Playing]
I thought you were reporting to sick bay.
There isn't time, Doctor.
I must decipher those obelisk's symbols.
They're a highly advanced form
of cipher writing.
You've been trying to do that
since we started back to that planet -- 58 days.
I'm aware of that, Doctor.
I'm also aware when we arrive at the planet,
we'll have barely four hours to effect rescue.
I believe those symbols are the key.
You won't read them by killing yourself.
You've hardly eaten or slept for weeks.
If you don't let up, you're going to collapse.
I'm not hungry, Doctor.
And under stress,
we Vulcans can do without sleep for weeks.
Well, your Vulcan metabolism is so low
it can hardly be measured,
and as for the pressure,
that green ice water you call blood --
My physical condition is not important, Doctor.
That obelisk is.
Well, my diagnosis is exhaustion
brought on from overwork and guilt.
You're blaming yourself for crippling this ship
Just as we blamed you.
Well, we were wrong. So were you.
You made a command decision.
Jim would have done the same.
My prescription is rest. Now.
Do I have to call the security guards
to enforce it?
[Laughing]
Miramanee.
Come here.
Miramanee.
Each time your arms hold me
is as joyous as the first.
I'm happy.
I'm so happy.
If it weren't for the dreams,
my mind would be completely at peace.
I thought you no longer had the dreams,
that you no longer saw the strange lodge
which moves through the sky.
They've come back.
They were gone for a while,
but they've come back,
and l...
see faces, too.
Very dim.
I feel ...
I should know -- know them.
I feel ...
my place is with them,
not here.
I don't deserve this happiness.
I have a gift for you.
Gift?
What?
It may make you happy.
Wait.
These last few weeks,
my love for Miramanee grows stronger
with each passing day.
However, the dreams return every night ...
fragments of memories.
I can almost get hold of them,
and then ...
I bear your child.
You.
A canal ...
and with it we'll bring the water
from the lake
right to the lodge.
And we can expand the system.
See?
And irrigate the fields
and double the food supply.
And with the power of the lamp ...
Lamp?
Lamp.
Which turns night into day,
we can cook twice as much food,
and as you taught us ...
pre ...
Preserve.
Preserve.
Preserve.
For times off a mine.
That is why you made the lamp, Kirok,
so that I would never know when it was night,
and I would be forever cooking.
No, that's not why I made the lamp at all
to keep you forever cooking.
[Thunder And Wind]
It's only the wind ...
and the thunder.
I act like a stupid child.
I have nothing to fear.
You are here.
It is time.
Time?
To go to the temple. The people will be waiting.
Why?
To save them.
But it's only the wind.
The wind can't harm them.
The wind is only the beginning.
Soon the sky will darken,
the lake will go wild,
and the earth will tremble.
Only you can save us.
But I can't do anything
about the wind or the sky.
If we don't go now,
it will be too late.
You must go inside the temple
and make the blue flame come out.
I don't know how
to get inside the temple.
But you are a god.
Kirok!
Kirok!
Why are you not at the temple, Kirok?
Soon the ground will begin to tremble.
The people need your help.
We'll go to the caves.
It'll be safe there.
The caves?
Surely a legend can do more than that
for his people.
When the ground trembles, the caves are not safe.
If you do not rouse the temple spirit,
we will all die.
There is nothing you cannot do, my husband.
Well, what do you wait for, God?
Your robes?
Take care of Miramanee,
I am Kirok!
I have come!
I am Kirok!
I prescribed sleep.
You prescribed rest, Doctor.
The symbols on the obelisk are not words.
They are musical notes.
Musical notes? You mean it's nothing but a song?
In a way, yes.
Other cultures, among them certain Vulcan off shoots,
use musical notes as words.
The tones correspond roughly
to an alphabet.
Were you able to make sense of the symbols?
The obelisk is a marker, as I thought.
It was left by a super race
known as the Preservers.
They passed through the galaxy
rescuing primitive cultures
which were in danger of extinction
and seeding them, so to speak,
where they could live and grow.
I've always wondered why there were so many humanoids
scattered through the galaxy.
Apparently the Preservers account
for a number of them.
That's probably how the planet has survived
all these centuries.
The Preservers put an asteroid deflector on the planet.
Which has now become defective
and is failing to operate.
And we have to find that deflector
and put it back into working order, otherwise ...
Precisely, Doctor.
There's the false one!
Die! Die! Die!
No! No! Don't hurt him!
Miramanee!
Don't hurt him! He can save us!
He's false!
I belong to him.
Then go.
Go die with your false god.
You'll be killed!
Kill them!
We're all doomed!
Murder the impostor!
You lied to us!
You're not a god! We'll kill you now!
I need Nurse Chapel.
Spock to Enterprise.
[Mr. Scott] Come in, Mr. Spock.
We've located the captain.
Beam down Nurse Chapel
with an emergency surgical kit.
My wife ...
is she all right?
Wife?
Hallucinations?
Jim.
Miramanee.
Miramanee.
The nurse has given you something
to ease the pain.
Why were you being stoned?
Kirok could not get back
into the temple.
Naturally, since he did not come from there.
I saw him come -- come.
Does he recognize us?
His brain is unimpaired.
Everything else is functionally normally
except his memory.
Can you help him?
It'd take time.
Time is the one thing
we do not have in abundance.
[Beep Beep]
Spock here.
[Mr. Sulu] Tracking report, sir.
65 minutes to end of safety margin.
Report noted.
Doctor, is he strong enough
for the Vulcan mind fusion?
We have no choice.
I am Spock.
You are James Kirk.
Our minds are moving closer ...
closer ...
closer ...
closer, James Kirk.
Closer.
No!
James Kirk.
Miramanee!
No!
Miramanee!
Our minds ...
are one.
I ...
am ...
Kirok.
I ...
am ...
Kirok.
I am Kir --
I ...
am Kirok!
I am ...
Spock!
What is it?
His mind.
He is ...
an extremely dynamic individual.
It worked.
Captain, were you inside this structure?
Yes. What's inside is loaded
with scientific equipment.
This obelisk is one huge deflector mechanism.
It is imperative that we get inside immediately.
Captain, we do not have much time.
McCoy.
I don't know how to get inside.
If we are not able to gain entry
and activate the deflector mechanism
within the next 50 minutes,
this entire planet will be destroyed.
The key must be in these symbols.
We've got to decipher them.
I already have to some extent.
They are musical notes.
Entry can be gained by playing certain notes
on a musical instrument?
That would be one method.
Another would be a series of tonal qualities spoken
in their proper sequence.
Give me your communicator.
Tonal control, consonants and vowels --
I must have hit it accidentally
when I contacted the ship.
If you could remember your exact words, Captain.
Kirk to Enterprise.
[Mr. Scott] Aye, Captain.
Scotty, if the deflector isn't activated within 20 minutes,
get out of orbit.
Get the Enterprise out of the danger zone.
The landing party is expendable.
The Enterprise isn't.
Kirk out.
Miramanee.
Bones, stay with her.
Do what you can.
It is similar to deflector panels I've seen, Captain,
but far more complicated.
Careful.
I must have hit something accidentally.
The beam caught me,
and that's when I stopped remembering.
Probably a memory beam.
You must have activated it
out of sequence.
More symbols.
Can you read them?
I do have an excellent eye
for musical notes, Captain.
They would seem to indicate
that this series of relays
activated in their proper --
Spock, just press the right button.
[Rumbling]
How is she?
She had bad internal injuries, Jim.
Will she live?
No.
Kirok, it is true.
You are safe.
And so are your people, Miramanee.
I knew you would save them, my chief.
When I am better ...
it will be as it was,
will it ... not?
If that's what you want.
We will live
long and happy lives.
I will bear you
many strong sons.
[Groans]
I love you always.
And I love you, Miramanee ...
always.
Each kiss ...
is as the first.
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