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[ALARM BLARING]

- Phaser banks standing by.
- Range 43,000 and closing.

- What do you read, Mr. Spock?
- Configuration unidentified.

Ion propulsion, high velocity,
though of a unique technology.

- Any contact?
- All languages attempted, no response.

- Using standard interstellar symbols.
- Keep trying.

- Magnification 10, Mr. Chekov.
- Aye, sir.

Thirty-eight thousand and closing.

- Well, Scotty?
- Beats me, but isn't she a beauty?

- Interesting design.
- And ion propulsion, at that.

They could teach us a thing or two.

- Life-forms, Mr. Spock?
- One. Humanoid or similar.

Low level of activity,
life-support systems functioning.

Interior atmosphere:
conventional nitrogen-oxygen.

Instruments indicate a transferal
beam emanating from the life-form,

directed at the bridge of the Enterprise.

- Security guard.
- Security guard to the bridge.

I'm Captain James Kirk.
This is the starship Enterprise.

KIRK:
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.

- What happened?
- Helm status, Mr. Sulu.

- No change from last reading.
- Condition reports from all decks.

Spock. Where's Spock?

- McCOY: Jim? Jim?
- Yes, what is it?

- You'd better come to Sickbay now.
- All right. On my way.

Deck 5. Personnel, no damage.

Now.

Functioning.

My God.

- Spock. What happened?
- I found him on the table.

- Like this?
- No, not like this.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

You've got him on complete
life-support. Was he dead?

He was worse than dead.

- What do you mean?
- Jim...

Come on. What's the mystery?

- His brain is gone.
- His brain?

It's been removed surgically.

- How could he survive?
- It's the best technical job I've seen.

Every nerve ending was neatly sealed.
Nothing ripped, nothing torn.

No bleeding. It's a medical miracle.

If the brain is missing,
then Spock is dying.

No.

That incredible Vulcan physique hung
on till the life-support cycle took over.

His body lives.
The autonomic functions continue.

But there is no mind.

- That girl.
- Aye.

- What girl?
- From that ship.

She took it.

I don't know why, or where,
but she must have taken it.

Bones, how long
can you keep him functioning?

- I can't guarantee.
- That's not good enough.

If it happened to any of us,
I would say indefinitely.

But Vulcan physiology
limits what I can do.

Spock's body is dependent on that
tremendous brain for life-support.

Then we'll have to take him with us.

- Take him where?
- In search of his brain, Doctor.

From what you say, the moment we
find it we must restore it to his body.

Jim.

Where are you going to look?

In this whole galaxy, where are you
going to look for Spock's brain?

How are you going to find it?

- I'll find it.
- Even if you do, I can't restore it.

I don't have the medical technique.

It was taken out.
It can be put back in.

But I don't know how.

The thief that took it has
the knowledge. I'll force it out of her.

If you don't find it in 24 hours,
you'd better forget the whole thing.

You and Scotty. Have Spock ready.

I've got it again.
An ion trail from that ship of hers.

- Where does the trail lead?
- System Sigma Draconis.

- Maximum speed.
- Warp 6.

- No question about the trail?
- No mistake, sir.

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 5431.4.

For 15 hours and 20 minutes, we have
followed the ship that has Spock's brain.

Time left to us:
eight hours and 40 minutes.

- I've lost the trail.
- All scanners, extreme sweep.

Aye, sir.

- Well?
- No signal at all, Captain.

- It's gone. A sudden deaction shift.
- We've lost her trail.

But she went into that system.

Put a schematic of Sigma Draconis
on the screen.

Aye, Captain.

Read-out, Mr. Chekov?

Sun, spectral type,
Gamma 9, nine planets.

Three of them Class-M, possessing
sapient life according to reports.

She was breathing our air.
She must have gone to one of them.

Show us the three Class-M planets,
Mr. Chekov.

The one on the left, number III,
rates letter B on the industrial scale.

Earth equivalent,
approximately 1485.

Yes, sir. Second planet, Class-M,
number IV, rates letter G.

The year 2030.

That ship was many years ahead of us
or the most incredible design fluke.

- Third Class-M planet?
- Number VI. No industrial development.

Last report, in a glacial age. Sapient life
plentiful, but on a most primitive level.

As I understand it,
there are three Class-M planets.

Not one is capable of launching
an interstellar flight, yet one did.

- Yes, sir.
- Thank you.

I'm picking up high energy generation
on planet VI.

That's the primitive glaciated planet.
The source?

It could be natural. Volcanic activity,
steam, any number of causes.

- It's regular.
- What do surface readings show?

No organized civilization. Primitive
humanoids at irregular intervals.

- Pulsations of generated energy?
- I can't explain it, sir.

I can't afford to guess wrong.

Better choose the right planet,
get there, find the brain.

Eight hours and 35 minutes.

- Recommendations?
- Sigma Draconis III.

- It's closest, heaviest population.
- But a technological rating of 3.

- It couldn't put that ship into space.
- None of these planets could.

I say planet IV.
It's ahead of planet III technologically.

But advanced ion propulsion
beyond even our capabilities.

What would they want with
Mr. Spock's brain? What use is it?

- Why do they want it?
- Yes, why would they want it?

Eight hours and 34 minutes.

Planet VI is glaciated, you say?

For several thousand years at least.
Only the tropical zone is ice-free.

But the energy. Regular. It's there.

- It's real.
- It doesn't make sense, but it's there.

Transporter room, stand by.
I'm taking a landing party to Planet VI.

Aye, aye, sir.

A hunch, Captain?

A hunch, Mr. Sulu.

But if you guess wrong, Captain?

If I guess wrong, Mr. Spock is dead.

Spock will die.

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 4351.5.

We are beaming to a glaciated planet
in the Sigma Draconis star system.

Time left for us to find Spock's brain:
eight hours and 29 minutes.

Suit temperatures are 72.

Life-form readings, Mr. Spock?
Mr. Scott?

Scattered, widely spaced.
Humanoid, all right. On the large side.

Watch out. We know
their development is primitive.

Read-out?

No structures,
no mechanized objects I can read.

No surface consumption
or generation of energy.

Atmosphere is all right, of course.
Temperature maximum of 40. Livable.

You have a thick skin.

SCOTTY: Captain!

There's someone
out there in the rocks.

- Five of them. Humanoid. Large.
- Phasers on stun.

I want them conscious.

Fire only on my signal.

Flank out.

Chekov.

[MEN SHOUT]

We mean you no harm. We're not
your enemies, we're your friends.

We only wish to talk to you.

You... are not the others?

No. We come from a far place.

We are men.

- Men?
- Like yourselves.

You are small. Like the others.

- Who are the others?
- Givers of pain.

And delight.

Do they live here with you?

No. They come.
They give pain and delight.

- Do they come from the sky?
- They are here.

You will see.

The others will come for you.

They come for all like us.

Do they come for your women
as well?

- Women?
- The female of your kind.

Your words say nothing.

Don't you have a mate?

- Mate?
- A companion.

- Will you take us to find the others?
- No one wants to find them.

We want to find them.
Take us and we'll let you go.

Captain. 500 meters in that direction
is a foundation under the surface.

- The registration's all over the place.
- Buildings?

- Buried, but they were here once.
- Down there is where the others live.

- See if you can find a way down.
- No!

- Do not go there! No! No!
- It's all right.

It's all right. Let him go.

- What do they do to cause such terror?
- What did he say? Pain and delight?

- Peculiar mixture.
- A dead and buried city

on a planet in a glacial age.

The male humanoid who doesn't know
the meaning of the word "female".

SCOTTY: Captain!

Over here, sir.

There's food in there and other stuff.
A storehouse for our muscular friends.

I don't think so. Scotty.

Metal, forged. Tempered.

Our apish friends didn't make these.

What do you think?

It could be to keep those creatures
away from the food.

Or the food could be a lure
set by the others to bring them here.

- Then the beam would be a signal.
- And this cave a trap.

If it traps the creatures for the others,
won't it trap us too?

Exactly.

- Kirk to Enterprise.
- Enterprise. Uhura here.

Have McCoy
beam down immediately.

You and the security team will remain
here. We'll be in constant contact.

Aye, sir.

All right, Bones. Bring him along.

Keep him close to the right.

Ready?

[CLANG]

Call Chekov
and tell him to send my stomach down.

It might be a long wait.
We may as well be comfortable.

Phasers on stun.

That power we picked up above.
We're getting closer.

- A lot of it?
- Enough to push the planet out of orbit.

- What source?
- A nuclear pile 100 miles across, or...

- Or what?
- Ion power.

We're slowing down.

- Is she all right?
- I'll have her talking in a minute.

You do not belong here.
You are not Morg.

- The one in charge, take me to him.
- Him? What is him?

What have you done with
Spock's brain? Where is it?

You are not Morg or Eymorg.
I know nothing about a brain.

- You're lying.
- She's not. No change in reading.

She doesn't know.

See what you can pick up
on your communicator.

We don't want to hurt you.

What is this place?

This place is here.

- Who are you?
- I am Luma. I am Eymorg.

You are not Eymorg.
You are not Morg.

What are you?

Jim.

You'll get nothing out of that one.
Hers is the mind of a child.

I've got something
but I can't quite get a fix on it.

SPOCK [OVER RADIO]: Fascinating.
Activity without end, but with no volition.

- Spock, is that you?
- Captain Kirk?

Yes, Spock.

There is a definite pleasurable
experience connected with your voice.

- Where are you?
- Dr. McCoy, are you with the captain?

- Where else would I be?
- Spock, where are you?

Engineer Scott as well? Unfortunately,
I do not know where I am.

We'll get to you. It won't be long.

Practical idea. It seems unlikely
that I shall be able to get to you.

Quickly.

There she is. That's the one. What
have you done with Spock's brain?

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 5431.6.

After making contact
with Spock's brain,

McCoy, Scott and myself were taken
prisoner in a highly complex civilization

hundreds of meters below the surface
of planet Sigma Draconis VII.

The primitive creature above

warned us about
the givers of pain and delight

and the frightening consequences
of being captured by them.

What are you? Why are you here?

You have something to speak?

- Where is Spock's brain?
- We do not know Spock.

This is Spock. You saw him
on the ship. You have his brain.

It must be restored to him.
What have you done with it?

You spoke to Luma of brain
but we do not understand.

I do not know about Luma, but you
were on the Enterprise. I saw you.

- We do not know these things...
- You came to my ship.

We know only here below
and here above. This is our place.

- You are not Morg. You are stranger.
- I saw you on my ship.

Jim.

She may not remember or really know.
Disassociation could be complete.

It doesn't seem possible she could
perform surgery on Spock.

- No, it doesn't.
- You hurt Luma.

It is not permitted again
to hurt anyone.

Sorry. We don't want to hurt anyone.

If you wish to return to your home,
you may go.

No. We'll stay here
and learn about you

and tell you of us.

Yes. For instance,
above it's cold and harsh.

And below, it's warm.
The air is fresh.

Aye. There's no sun but there's light.

I wish to talk to those in charge.
The organizers, the managers.

- The leader of your people.
- I am leader. There is no other.

That's impossible.
Who built the machines?

- Who are the doctors?
- Who controls this?

Control?

- Controller?
- Yes, the Controller.

The Controller. Who controls?
I would like to meet, to see him.

No, it is not permitted. Never.
The Controller is alone, apart.

We serve him.
No one is permitted near.

- We intend no harm.
- You have come to destroy us.

- We want to talk about Spock's brain.
- Brain? What is brain?

- It is Controller, is it not?
- Yes. In a way, it is.

The human brain
controls the individual's functions.

Bones. Scotty.

Spock's brain controls.

It's not possible.

Great... leader.

Great leader, we come from a far place
to learn from your Controller.

You lie. You know me.
You came to take back the Controller.

He is our friend.
You must take us to him. We beg you.

- Soon it'll be too late.
- Do not take them to the Controller.

- They will be prevented.
- You must take us.

I must learn what to do.
Come with me.

- You will keep them here.
- Yes, mistress.

SULU:
Ship's log. Lieutenant Sulu recording.

I'm holding the Enterprise
in orbit about Sigma Draconis VII.

Kirk's hunch that Spock's brain
is on this planet appears to be correct.

Chekov remains on the surface to liaise
between the captain and Enterprise.

I never felt anything like that.
Every nerve of my body was on fire.

I wouldn't believe a human
could take such pain.

These are on to stay for a while.
Must be a magnetic lock of some kind.

No wonder the Morgs
are so obedient... and terrified.

How is this place kept functioning
by the primitive minds we've met?

Those women could never have set up
anything as complex as that.

That takes engineering genius.
There's no sign of that in those women.

They were smart enough
to invent these devices to control men.

- "Pain and delight", he said up above.
- You've noticed the delight aspect.

I certainly noticed
those delightful aspects.

- That too was commanded by women.
- How does Spock's brain fit into this?

With a communicator,
we might be able to find out.

This fellow
is keeping us from our property.

- Isn't there a way to correct that?
- Science might provide an answer.

- It does, Captain.
- Agreed, Doctor.

Science will triumph.
Come on, Scotty. Bones?

Give them something to keep them out
a while. Spock? Spock?

Come on, Spock.

- Spock, you were on this frequency.
- SPOCK: Yes, Captain. I am still here.

Have you returned
to the Enterprise?

No. We might be able to locate you

if you knew
what they were using you for.

- Is it medical?
- I'm not certain.

I seem to have a body
which stretches into infinity.

A body? You have none.

Then what am I?

- You are a disembodied brain.
- Fascinating.

It could explain much, Doctor.

My medulla oblongata is hard at work
breathing, pumping blood,

maintaining
a normal physiologic temperature.

- We don't have time for that.
- Why are you endangering your lives?

We came to put you back.
Where are you?

- Back where?
- Back into your body.

- We brought it along with us.
- Thoughtful, Captain.

But probably impractical. While I might
trust the doctor to remove a splinter,

I do not believe he has the knowledge
to restore a brain.

- Thank you.
- No denigration intended.

That skill
does not yet exist in the galaxy.

The skill to remove it exists.
Restoring it must also be possible.

- That's why we've got to get to you.
- I appreciate the risks you're taking.

But they are worthwhile
only if there is a chance for success.

- How much time has elapsed?
- 18 hours and 12 minutes.

McCoy must have told you 24 hours
is the maximum my body can be...

- I told him.
- That leaves five hours and 48 minutes.

It does seem all too brief a time
to develop such skills, does it not?

Yes, very brief. That's why
we must get to you immediately.

Beam us a signal
so we can home in on you.

Got it.

One question. We've got pain-giving
devices on us. How do we get them off?

I shall give it top priority.

I have an answer for you. Your pain
bands are manually controlled.

The red button on a bracelet
releases them.

I know that does not
make much sense.

Yes, it does.

Keep concentrating, Spock.
Keep concentrating, Spock.

Must be in here, Captain.

Spock. No pain.

No.

Go away.

We will all die. You must not
take the Controller away.

The Controller is young and powerful.
Perfect.

- SPOCK: How very flattering.
- You will give us life for 10,000 years.

- Find another Controller.
- The old one is finished.

- There won't be one for 10,000 years.
- Spock, you're in a black box

tied in with light rays
into a complex control panel.

- Fascinating.
- You say you're breathing,

pumping blood,
maintaining temperature.

Is it possible
that you're recirculating air,

running heating plants,
purifying water?

That is unquestionably
part of what I'm doing.

- He must stay. He must stay!
- He will not stay.

Now you took his brain.
You will put it back. How did you do it?

- I do not know.
- She couldn't.

Her mind is functioning on a simple
level. Faculties are almost atrophied.

She must have done it.
How did you do it?

- It was the old knowledge.
- How do you get it?

- I put on my head the Teacher.
- What is the Teacher?

The Teacher
of all ancient knowledge.

If I may explain, she refers to the
knowledge of the builders of this place.

I scan it. A most impressive store.

- How does it work? Show us.
- I cannot.

- You must tell us.
- I cannot.

Only by command of the ancients
may I understand.

How does it work? Show us.
We'll protect you.

It is a device with feeding circuits
to the mind of the priestess leader.

Its use is strictly predetermined
by the builders.

No, the knowledge is forbidden.
I must not know the secrets!

I will be punished!

Gentlemen. The Controller's explanation
of the Teacher's function is correct.

But he gives no credit to me.

I provide the means
for the knowledge to be used.

- Without me...
- There can be no delicate miracle

that kept Spock's brain alive.

Thank you, Doctor.
That was very gracious.

Yes. From the very first,
I appreciated your ability.

Good. Then you will also appreciate
that without the Teacher,

I would not have the knowledge
to use what you have provided.

That phaser is set to kill.

So it is. That is the knowledge
you have brought me.

Do not move.
If your weapon kills, it will kill you.

We're not the first to bring knowledge
of killing. But you will kill Spock.

The Controller die? The Controller
will live for 10,000 years.

We shall give him our devotion.

But Spock will be dead.
His body is dying this minute.

Do you not understand? The need
of my people for their Controller

is greater than yours for your friend.

No one may kill a man. Not for
any purpose. It cannot be condoned.

Do not.

I do not know killing.
I do not wish to kill.

[SCOTTY GROANS]

- The commandment must be fulfilled.
- You must help us.

When you came to the ship, you had
the knowledge. But here, you didn't.

- Correct.
- How long does the knowledge last?

- Three of your hours.
- That's just enough time.

If you had the knowledge,
could you restore what you've taken?

- I would not.
- You must help us.

You must restore with that knowledge
what you have taken.

- No.
- You must put back what you took.

I will not betray my people.
The Controller will stay.

It worked for her. It might for me.

She is an alien. The configurations
of her brain are different.

It could cause irreparable damage
to your human brain, Doctor.

I'm a surgeon. If I can learn these
techniques, I might retain them.

You might lose the doctor that way.

He might.
But we're sure to lose you if I don't try.

You cannot jeopardize
your life for me.

Spock, didn't you hear?

I might be able to retain and bring
these techniques to the world.

Isn't it worth that risk?

Wouldn't you insist
on taking such a risk yourself?

Go ahead, Doctor.
Put the Teacher on.

No!

Of course.

Of course.

A child could do it.
A child could do it.

KIRK:
Captain's log, stardate 5432.3.

Dr. McCoy is proceeding
to restore Spock's brain.

Our problem: we do not know how long
his increased knowledge will stay.

Any further attempt to use
the teaching device is impossible.

It would kill him.

I've never seen anything like it.
He's operating at warp speed.

I'd like a try at that Teacher myself.

You will have him back
and we will be destroyed.

You won't be. You'll be without
your Controller for the first time.

- But you'll be better off.
- We will die.

You'll develop as you should have. All of
this shouldn't have been done for you.

Now the women below and men above
will control together.

- They will not help us without the pain.
- There are other ways.

You'll discover them.
You must move to the surface.

- We will die above in the cold.
- You won't.

You'll learn to build houses,
keep warm, to work.

We'll help you for a while.

Humans have survived under worse
conditions. It's evolution. You'll be fine.

Captain Kirk!

- What is it?
- He's forgetting.

- I can't. I...
- Bones?

Bones?

All the nerves. There are a million
of them. What am I supposed to do?

What am I supposed to do?

You can't stop now.

I'm threading a needle
with a sledgehammer.

What am I supposed to do?
I can't remember.

- I don't remember.
- Bones?

- No one can restore a brain.
- You could.

A while ago, it was child's play.

KIRK:
Captain's log, supplemental.

Our race to save Spock's life
may have been futile.

McCoy has lost the knowledge
from the Teacher.

He has been drawing on his own skills
in an attempt to continue the operation.

But he is faltering and uncertain.

In the hope he can draw
on Spock's brain for assistance,

I instructed McCoy to give priority
to connecting Spock's vocal chords.

- Well?
- He's dying and I can't stop it.

SPOCK: Yes.

- Dr. McCoy?
- Spock?

If you finish reconnecting my speech
center, I might be able to help.

Speech center.

Yes.

That's correct.

One thing at a time.

[GROANS]

That's better.
Now, Doctor. Try the sonic separator.

Sonic separator...

I already have
some sensation of feeling.

Stimulate the nerve endings
and observe the reactions one by one.

I shall tell you
when the probe is correct.

You will then seal
using the trilaser connector.

Trilaser connector.

- Ready?
- Ready.

Right forefinger.

Correct.

Right... wrist.

Correct.

Right elbow.

Correct. Very good, Doctor.

I'll never live this down. This Vulcan
is telling me how to operate.

- Closed.
- Well?

I could have made
a thousand mistakes.

Sealing nerve endings.
Joining ganglia.

The fluid balance is correct,
but I don't know.

Congratulations, Doctor.
And thank you.

- How do you feel?
- On the whole, I am quite fit.

This is fascinating. A remarkable
example of a retrograde civilization.

At the peak,
advanced beyond our capabilities,

and now operating at
this primitive level.

And it all began thousands of years
ago, when a glacial age reoccurred.

This complex was built for women.
Men remained above.

A male-female schism took place.
A fascinating cultural development...

- I shouldn't have done it.
- What's that?

I should have never
reconnected his mouth.

Well, we took the risk, Doctor.

As I was saying, a cultural development
that hasn't been seen in ages.

The last such occurrence took place
on old Earth when the Romans...