Report, Mr. Chekov.
Full scan.
Results-- negative.
Radiation level-- normal.
Atmosphere and terrain are undisturbed.
No evidence of a colony
nor residual after effect of a force
that might have annihilated it.
Life readings, Dr. McCoy?
Nothing. They said they were being attacked by a ship.
[Chekov] Which we were unable to detect upon approach.
An entire human colony.
A whole settlement.
100 men, women, and children.
Who did it?
And why?
[Communicator Beeps]
Kirk here.
Spock here, Captain.
Sensors have picked up a Klingon ship,
closing fast.
[Kirk] Deflectors on. Condition Red.
Protect yourselves.
Total reply if attacked.
So that's the answer--
Klingons.
Trouble aboard the Klingon ship.
Evidence of explosions,
massive destruction.
Captain, the enemy ship is drifting,
totally disabled,
and we never fired upon her.
Maintain Red Alert.
[Footsteps]
You attacked my ship!
400 of my crew dead.
Kirk, my ship is disabled.
I claim yours.
You are now prisoners of the Klingon Empire
against which you've committed a wanton act of war!
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.
For three years, the Federation and the Klingon Empire
have been at peace.
A treaty we have honored to the letter.
We took no action against your ship, Kang.
Were the screams of my crew imaginary?
What were your orders, to start a war?
You've succeeded.
To test a new weapon?
We shall examine it.
There was a Federation colony on this planet.
It was destroyed.
By what? No bodies, no ruins.
A colony of the invisible?
Yes, a test of a new Klingon weapon,
leaving no traces.
Federation ships don't specialize in sneak attacks.
We have wondered when you would begin.
You lured my ship into ambush
by a false Klingon distress call.
You will tell us why with proper persuasion.
You received a call?
We received a distress call.
I don't propose to spend the rest of my life
on this ball of dust, arguing your fantasies.
The Enterprise is mine!
Instruct your transporter room to beam us aboard.
Go to the devil.
We have no devil, Kirk.
But we understand the habits of yours.
I shall torture you...
to death...
one by one...
until your noble captain cries "enough."
Who will be first?
Cossacks!
Filthy Klingon murderers!
You killed my brother Piotr.
The Archanis 4 research outpost.
100 peaceful people massacred!
Just like you did here.
My brother-- you killed him.
And you volunteer to join him.
That is loyalty.
Aah!
Chekov!
[Chekov Screaming]
Stop the torture!
Jim, you can't handover the Enterprise.
Help Chekov.
Don't plan any tricks, Kirk.
I will kill 100 hostages
at the first sign of treachery.
I'll beam you aboard the Enterprise.
Once there, no tricks.
Captain, you can't.
Don't let these animals have the ship.
Move aside.
[Kang]Animals.
Your captain crawls like one.
A Klingon would never have surrendered.
Order everybody in this area to be transported up.
All weapons on him.
Kirk to Enterprise.
Mr. Spock.
Here, Captain.
Mr. Spock, we have guests.
Adjust transporter to wide field.
Beam up everyone in the target area.
Understood, Captain.
Transporter room.
Full security, Johnson, on the double.
Good work, Spock.
What happened?
Our landing party is intact, Doctor.
All others suspended in transit.
Who are the guests?
Klingons.
Well, they're right in here.
Johnson?
Security on the way.
Captain, leave them where they are--
non-existence.
That's so many less Klingon monsters in the galaxy.
Bring them in.
Move 'em out. Move!
Liar!
I said no tricks after we reach the ship.
You're a prisoner of the Federation of Planets
against which you may have committed an act of war.
There are survivors aboard my ship.
We've not been able to get through to Starfleet Command.
Subspace frequencies have been blocked.
There's too much radiation coming from that Klingon ship.
It's a hazard to the vicinity.
Prepare to destruct.
Completing the job you started?
You wouldn't be standing here if I had.
First group from the Klingon vessel.
My wife, Mara, and my science officer.
Kang, what has happened?
More Federation treachery.
We are prisoners.
What will they do to us?
I've heard of their atrocities, their death camps.
They will torture us for our scientific and military information.
You have a few things to learn about us.
Program the food synthesizer
to accommodate our guests.
You'll be well-treated, Kang.
So I have seen.
Secure from Red Alert.
But maintain general quarters.
Scan this sector for other ships.
Run a full check on the colony.
We know what happened. That distress call.
At the moment we received the distress signal
from the colony on Beta XII-A,
the Klingons were too far distant
to have been the attackers.
Moreover, they also were apparently attracted
by a distress call.
Lies. They want to start a war
by pretending that we did.
Chekov may be right.
Klingons claim to have honored the truce,
but there have been raids on our outposts.
No proof that Klingons committed it.
What proof do we need?
We know what a Klingon is.
Our log tapes will indicate
our innocence in the present situation.
Unfortunately, there's no guarantee
that they will be believed.
Report.
Still no contact with Starfleet Command, sir.
Outside communications blanketed.
Keep trying. We've got a diplomatic tiger by the tail.
[Scotty] Klingon ship is vacated.
Very good, Scotty. Mr. Sulu?
Forward phasers locked and ready to fire, sir.
Fire phasers.
Sensor sweeps reveal no other ships within range.
Lieutenant Uhura?
No contact with Starfleet yet, sir.
Mr. Sulu, change course to 17 mark 4,
warp factor 3.
Warp factor 3, sir.
When I take this ship,
I'll have Kirk's head hung on his wall.
They will kill us before we can act.
No, they wish to question us,
learn our strength, our plans.
They never will.
We are 40 against 400.
4,000 throats may be cut in one night
by a running man.
Patience. Vigilance.
They will make a mistake.
Capture of the Enterprise will give us knowledge
to end this war quickly.
Captain!
This doesn't make sense.
Carriers are normal. Channels are open.
There's still no outside contact!
I don't understand it.
Could the Klingons be doing something?
Sulu?
Change in course, accelerating.
Helm dead.
Auxiliary navigation dead.
Override.
Nothing responds, Captain.
Scotty, stop all engines.
I would if I could,
but the controls have gone crazy.
Something's taken over.
Scotty!
The engines, sir. They've gone to warp 9
by themselves!
New course?
[Sulu] 9-0-2, mark 5.
That'll take us out of the galaxy.
Captain, reports coming in from the lower decks.
Emergency bulkheads have closed.
Almost 400 crewmen are trapped down there, sir.
Most interesting.
The bulk of your crew trapped,
your ship racing from this galaxy
at wild speeds?
Delightful.
How did I perform this sabotage, Kirk?
All my men are here.
Johnson.
Get down to Security. Search every section.
Some Klingons may have beamed aboard undetected from the wrecked ship.
Then help Scotty hammer things back to normal.
Free those trapped crewmen.
And before I put you in the brig,
there's a little something I owe you.
Phasers.
Out!
Stand and fight, you coward.
Sick bay.
Bridge.
The Klingons are free.
They'll try and take the ship.
How many men do we have?
[Scotty] 392 trapped below decks.
Deploy forces to protect your section
and the auxiliary control center.
Check the armory
and try and free those crewmen.
The doors and bulkheads won't budge.
Blow out the bulkheads if you have to.
What kind of luck have you had controlling the ship's speed?
No, sir. She's a projectile at warp 9.
And don't ask me what's holding her together.
Five-minute report. Kirk out.
Full sensor scan of the ship.
Report on movement by the Klingons.
The Klingon Empire has maintained a dueling tradition.
They think they can beat us with swords.
Neither the Klingon technology nor ours
is capable of this--
the instantaneous transmutation of matter.
I doubt that they are responsible.
Any other logical candidate?
None.
However, if they had such power,
would they not have used it
to create more effective weapons
and only for themselves?
Mr. Sulu.
Get below.
Take command of Engineering
and auxiliary control.
Aye, sir.
Captain.
Mr. Chekov.
Captain!
As you were.
Chekov!
Sir, let me go, too.
I got a personal score to settle with them.
This is no time for a vendetta.
Captain--
Chekov, maintain your post!
Don't try to stop me, Captain.
I saw what they left of Piotr,
and I swore on his grave
I would avenge his murder.
What's Chekov's grudge against the Klingons?
Who's Piotr?
His only brother, killed in a Klingon raid.
His brother?
He never had a brother.
He's an only child.
Sulu, get down to engineering.
Aye, sir.
Security, this is the captain.
Find Mr. Chekov and bring him to the bridge.
Captain, why would--
Why would Chekov believe he has a brother?
I don't know,
but he does.
And now he wants revenge for a nonexistent loss.
There.
Those filthy butchers.
There are rules, even in war.
You don't keep hacking at a man after he's down.
Hand me that Numanol capsule.
Layout and specifications of the Enterprise, Commander.
Enemy numbers are the same as ours.
We have a fighting balance.
Then we take the ship.
The ship that's headed towards the galaxy end?
In time, in time.
We must take these sections.
First-- Engineering.
Kirk here.
Scott here, sir.
There's no use trying to free those men below.
A phaser, torches--
They won't cut through the bulkheads,
nor the doors, nor the decks.
There's something happened to the metal.
What about the armory?
I'm there now, sir, and you never saw
such a fine collection of antiques in your life.
Get back to Engineering.
Try and re-establish engine control
and talk to ordnance about manufacturing phaser replacements.
Aye, sir.
A Claymore.
You're a beauty.
What in blazes is going on?
Scans indicate that our forces
and those of the Klingons
are exactly equal at 38 each.
The Klingons control Deck Six
and starboard Deck Seven,
while we control all sections above.
Constant surveillance, Mr. Spock.
Most curious, Captain.
There appear to be more life-energy units here
than can be accounted for by the presence
of the crew plus the Klingons.
A considerable discrepancy.
Could more Klingons have beamed aboard?
I shall attempt a compensatory reading
of Klingon units.
Any signs of those devils, Mr. Sulu?
All clear, Mr. Scott.
They've taken Engineering.
I don't know how many more are around.
We'll split up here,
try to make it back to the bridge.
- Victory! - Victory!
- Victory! - Victory!
No additional Klingons detected, Captain.
It is an alien life force,
a single entity.
I cannot ascertain its location.
An alien life force.
We must make contact,
find out what it wants.
Readings being diverted to the library computer
for analysis.
Computer, report.
Alien life force on board is composed of pure energy.
Type unknown.
Actions indicate intelligence and purpose.
What purpose?
Insufficient data for further analysis.
A brother that never existed.
A phantom colony.
Imaginary distress calls.
The creation of these... weapons.
Do you sense a pattern, Mr. Spock?
If the alien is creating these events, Captain,
it is apparently capable
of manipulating matter and mind.
And now it has control of the Enterprise
and taking us out of the galaxy.
But why?
Captain, lam constrained to point out
that since minds are evidently being influenced,
we cannot know at this moment
whether our own memories
are completely accurate and true.
We must talk to Kang,
bury the hatchet.
An appropriate choice of terms.
However, it is notoriously difficult
to arrange a truce with the Klingons
once blood has been drawn.
Truce?
Are you serious?
I've got men in sick bay,
some of them dying.
Atrocities committed on their persons,
and you talk about making peace with these fiends?
If our backs were turned, they'd jump us.
And you know what Klingons do to prisoners--
Slave labor, death planets, experiments!
While you're talking, they're planning attacks.
This is a fight to the death.
We'd better start trying to win it!
We're attempting to end it,
by reason, preferably.
There is an alien on board
which may have created this situation.
Who cares what started it?
We're in it! Those murderers.
We should wipe out every one of them!
The alien is the real threat.
That's the enemy we have to wipe out.
Sickbay calling, Doctor.
There are more wounded men requiring your attention.
How many more men must die
before you two begin to act like military men
instead of fools?
[Intercom Signal]
Kirk here.
This is Kang.
There's something important I must discuss with you.
I have captured your engineering section
and now control this ship's power
and life-support systems.
I have deprived all areas except our own.
You will die of suffocation
in the icy cold of space.
The Enterprise is heading out of our galaxy,
controlled by a mysterious alien
somewhere aboard the ship.
Engineering has been taken over by Klingons
who have cut off life-support systems.
Mr. Sulu, get down to emergency manual control.
Try to protect our life-support circuits
and auxiliary power.
Aye, Captain.
Sir. Chekov was right, Captain.
Scotty, I'm glad you've come.
We should have left those fuzz-faced goons in the transporter.
That's right where they belong!
Scotty.
Non-existence!
Now they can study the Enterprise,
add our technology to theirs,
change the balance of power.
You've jeopardized the Federation!
Scotty.
Easy, Mr. Scott.
Keep your Vulcan hands off me.
Just keep away!
Your feelings might be hurt,
you green-blooded half-breed!
May I say that I have not thoroughly enjoyed serving with humans?
I find their illogic and foolish emotions
a constant irritant.
Then transfer out! Freak!
Gentlemen!
Spock!
Scotty.
Spock. Spock!
Stop it!
You're half human!
What are we saying?
What are we doing to each other?
Fascinating.
A result of stress?
We've been under stress before.
It's never set us
at each other's throats.
But this is war.
There isn't any war!
Or is there?
Have we forgotten how to defend ourselves?
Scotty.
What's happening to us?
We've been trained to think
in other terms than war.
We've been trained to fight its causes, if necessary.
Then why are we behaving
like a group of savages?
Look at me.
Look at me.
Two forces aboard this ship,
each of them equally armed.
Has a war been staged for us,
complete with weapons
and ideology
and patriotic drum beating?
Even...
Spock.
Even...
race hatred?
Recent events would seem to be directed
toward a magnification of the basic hostilities
between humans and Klingons.
Apparently, it is by design that we fight.
We seem to be pawns.
But what's the game?
And whose?
And what are the rules?
It is most urgent
that we locate the alien entity immediately
and determine its motives
and a method for halting its activities.
Without sensors?
All our power down?
This thing could go anywhere.
Yes.
Mr. Sulu, report.
No good, Captain. Circuits are in,
but systems just aren't responding.
We're getting something.
Aye, Captain.
Power and life-support restored.
Remote's on standby.
Good work.
But, Captain, I didn't do it.
Everything just came on by itself.
Their life-support systems have resumed.
Sensors may be operating.
Start scanning.
Let's find that alien.
Holding steady.
Cause them to be unsteady.
They appear to be controlled from another location.
Also unable to affect ship's course
for return to our empire.
One of Kirk's tricks.
Could he bypass this circuit?
What power is it that supports our battle,
yet starves our victory?
Power.
Interrupt it
at their main life-support couplings.
Where?
Number six deck.
Come.
Alien detected
in the engineering section,
near reactor number three.
Let's go.
[Door Slides Open]
[Door Slides Closed]
You don't die yet.
You're not human...
but you're very beautiful.
Very...
beautiful.
Chekov!
Jim, he's not responsible.
What have I done?
There's a-an alien entity aboard the ship.
It's forcing us to fight.
We don't know what its motive is.
We're trying to find out. You must help us.
Take me to Kang.
A temporary truce, that's all I ask.
Spock, take her.
Chekov.
Chekov.
Is this what's in store for us,
from here on in?
Violence,
hatred.
Brain waves show almost paranoid mania.
What happened?
He lost control.
So did l.
We're becoming animal warriors.
Let's go, Spock.
Orderly.
Jim.
Johnson's heart wound is almost healed.
Same with the other casualties.
Sword wounds in the vital organs,
massive trauma, shock--
They're all healing at a fantastic rate.
It would appear that the entity wants us alive.
Why? So we can fight
and fight and keep coming back for more
like some bloody coliseum?
What's next, the roar of crowds?
Perhaps human and Klingon psychologies
and combat capabilities are being tested
by an alien with designs on both powers.
Gentlemen, if we are pawns,
you're looking at one who is extremely sorry.
I understand, Doctor.
I, too, felt a brief surge of racial bigotry.
Most distasteful.
Let's find the alien.
You come with us.
Maybe we can prove to you that it exists.
What is it?
Totally unfamiliar.
What do you want?
What are you doing here?
Reporting for duty, sir.
Duty? Did McCoy release you from sick bay?
I released myself.
Then get back to sick bay!
I'm fit and ready for action.
Klingons almost did me in.
I'm out to even the score.
I order you--
I'm obeying orders! Kill the Klingons!
It's them or us.
Johnson!
Uh!
Fascinating.
During Lieutenant Johnson's
emotional outburst,
his expression of hatred and lust for vengeance,
the alien's life energy level increased.
When the lieutenant became unconscious,
the alien lost energy.
It subsists
on the emotions of others.
This one appears to be strengthened
by mental irradiations of hostility,
violent intentions.
It exists on the hate of others.
To put it simply.
And it has acted as a catalyst,
creating this situation
in order to satisfy that need.
It has brought together opposing forces,
provided crude instruments
in an effort to promote
the most violent mode of conflict.
And kept numbers and resources balanced
so that it can maintain
a constant state of violence.
It's got to have a vulnerable area.
We've got to get rid of it.
Then all hostile attitudes on board
must be eliminated.
The fighting must end and soon.
Or we're a doomed ship,
travelling forever between galaxies,
filled with eternal bloodlust,
eternal warfare.
Kang has got to listen.
We've got to pool our knowledge
and get rid of this thing.
Kang.
Kang, this is Captain Kirk.
Kang, do you read me?
Commander, it's a trick!
Kang.
He won't answer.
The alien is affecting his mind, Captain.
Soon it will become so powerful,
none of us will be able to resist it.
[Intercom Signal]
Scotty, sir.
The ship's dilithium crystals are deteriorating.
We can't stop the process.
Time factor?
In 12 minutes,
we'll be totally without engine power.
Well...
do whatever you can. Kirk out.
And so we drift in space
with only hatred
and bloodshed aboard.
Now do you believe?
Captain's Log : Star date ...
Armageddon.
We must find a way
to defeat the alien force of hate
that has taken over the Enterprise.
Stop the war now,
or spend eternity in futile bloody violence.
There's no change, Captain.
The dilithium crystals are discharging.
There's nothing we can do.
If I could talk to Kang,
somehow cut through the Klingon lines,
make peace before it's too late.
We have 9 minutes, 53 seconds to power zero.
There is, of course, a logical alternative.
Kang's wife is, after all, our prisoner.
Perhaps a threat.
Aye.
Now that's something the Klingons would understand.
[Clicks On Intercom]
Kang.
Kang, this is Captain Kirk.
I know you can hear me, so don't cut me off.
We have Mara, your wife.
We talk truce now,
or she dies. Reply.
She has five seconds to live.
Reply.
She is a victim of war, Captain.
She understands.
He called my bluff.
You're not going--
The Federation doesn't kill or mistreat its prisoners.
You've been listening to propaganda fables. How much time?
8 minutes, 42 seconds.
So this was no trick?
It's the alien that's done this.
We're in its power,
our people and yours.
We only wanted to stop the fighting to save us all.
We have always fought.
We must.
We are hunters, Captain,
tracking and taking what we need.
There are poor planets in the Klingon systems.
We must push outward if we are to survive.
There's another way to survive--
mutual trust and help.
I will help you now.
How?
I will take you to Kang.
I will add my voice to yours.
I wouldn't trust her, Captain.
We can't get through the Klingon defenses in time
unless--
Spock.
Intraship beaming.
From one section to another,
it's possible?
It has rarely been done because of the danger involved.
Pinpoint accuracy is required.
If the transporter should materialize inside a solid object,
a deck or wall--
Even if it could work,
she may be leading you into a trap.
We're all in a trap. This is the only way out.
We'll go with you.
No. It'll start the final battle.
I believe her.
Prepare the transporter. We'll wait for your signal.
But she can't guarantee that Kang will stop to listen,
right, Mr. Spock?
No one can guarantee the actions of another.
Your automatic setting is laid in, Captain.
When transporter is energized,
you'll have eight seconds to get to the pads.
I hope your computations are correct, Mr. Spock.
You'll know in 7.9seconds, Captain.
[Transporter Hums]
Mara, you're alive,
and you bring us a prize.
Kang, wait.
He's come alone, unarmed.
He must talk to you.
Brave captain, what about?
No!
Listen to him.
We are all in danger.
Before you start killing, give me one minute.
Kang, don't!
What have they done to you, Mara?
Are you out of your mind?
What have they done to you?
I see why the human beast did not kill you.
They didn't harm me. Listen to him.
Stop!
Stop, please!
With your death, we win.
Nobody wins.
Have any more of your men died?
We can't be killed.
There's an alien aboard.
It wants us alive.
No doubt you will reassemble
after I have hacked you to bits!
You fool.
Look!
Look! Kang, for the rest of our lives --
a thousand lifetimes--
senseless violence,
fighting,
while a-an alien
has total control over us.
All right.
All right.
In the heart. In the head.
I won't stay dead.
Next time I'll kill you.
And it goes on, the good old game of war,
pawn against pawn!
Stopping the bad guys.
While somewhere some... thing
sits back and laughs...
and starts it all over again.
Let's jump him.
Those who hate and fight must stop themselves, Doctor.
Otherwise, it is not stopped.
Kang,
I am your wife.
I'm a Klingon!
Would I lie for them?
Listen to Kirk.
He is telling the truth.
Be a pawn,
a toy, a good soldier
that never questions orders.
Klingons kill for their own purposes.
All fighting must end, Captain,
to weaken the alien
before our dilithium crystals are gone.
Lieutenant Uhura.
Yes, Captain?
put me on ship wide intercom.
Aye, sir.
Kang.
Ready, Captain.
This is Captain Kirk.
A truce is ordered.
The fighting is over.
Lay down your weapons.
This is Kang.
Cease hostilities.
Disarm.
The cessation of violence
appears to have weakened it.
I suggest that good spirits
might make an effective weapon.
Get off my ship!
You're a dead duck.
You're powerless. We know about you.
And we don't want to play.
Maybe-- Maybe there are others like you around.
Maybe you've caused a lot of suffering,
a lot of history, but that's all over.
We'll be on guard now, ready for you.
So ship out! Come on! Haul it!
Yeah, out already.
[Kirk And McCoy Laugh]
Out!
We need no urging to hate humans.
But, for the present,
only a fool fights in a burning house.
Out!
[All Laugh]
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