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Captain's log,
stardate 1513.1.

Our position:
orbiting planet M-113.

On board the Enterprise:

Mr. Spock,
temporarily in command.

On the planet:

the ruins of an ancient
and long-dead civilization.

Ship's surgeon McCoy and
myself are now beaming down

to the planet's surface.

Our mission:

routine medical examination
of archaeologist Robert Crater

and his wife Nancy.

Routine, but for the fact
that Nancy Crater

is that one woman
in Dr. McCoy's past.

Shall we pick some flowers,
doctor?

When a man visits
an old girlfriend,

she usually expects
something like that.

Is that how you get girls
to like you,

by bribing them?

Doesn't seem to be
anybody around, does there?

Well, they'll be along.

You rushed us down
ten minutes early.

Professor Crater?

Professor?

Mrs. Crater?

Nervous, Dr. McCoy?

Yeah, a little bit,
I guess.
Heh.

Well, you see, we walked out
of each other's lives

ten years ago.

She married Crater,
and for all I know,

she may have
forgotten me completely.

Oh...

Of all the bonehead ideas, Jim.

How do I let myself
in for things like this?

Leonard.

Nancy.

Hello.

It's good to see you.

Let me look at you.

You haven't aged a day.

Oh, this is Captain Jim Kirk
of the Enterprise.

Mrs. Crater.

I've heard a great deal
about you.

All good, I hope.

Ah...

And Crewman Darnell.

How do you do...

ma'am?

Something wrong, Darnell?

Oh...
Excuse me, sir, but...

ma'am,
if I didn't know better,

I would swear that you were
somebody I left behind

on Wrigley's
Pleasure Planet.

It's funny, you're exactly
like a girl that--

A little less mouth, Darnell.

I'm sorry, sir, I--
I didn't mean to, uh...

Heh. I mean, I know
it's impossible, of course.

Why don't you step outside,
Darnell.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Maybe I'll step outside too.

What?

And let Plum examine me
all alone?

Plum?

Plum.

A nickname I gave Leonard
when we were very young.

Uh, I'll, um...

I'll wait for the professor,
and I'll catch you both at once.

I'd better go get Bob.

Every time he starts digging,

he forgets time,
sleep, food, everything.

Be back in a minute.

It's quite warm here,
isn't it?

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,
additional entry.

Since our mission
was routine,

we had beamed down to
the planet without suspicion.

We were totally unaware

that each member
of the landing party

was seeing a different woman,
a different Nancy Crater.

Professor Crater,
I'm Captain Kirk.

This is--

The heroic captain
and the intrepid doctor

cross interstellar space
to preserve our health.

Oh, your sense of duty
is overwhelming.

Now, will you please go back
where you came from

and tell whoever issues
your orders

to leave me
and my wife alone?

We need additional salt
against the heat.

Aside from that, we're doing
very well, thank you.

I'm pleased to hear
you're doing well,

but I'm required
to confirm that fact.

Doubtless,
the good surgeon

will enjoy prodding
and poking us

with his arcane machinery.

Go away,
we don't want you.

What you want
is unimportant right now.

What you will get is
what is required by the book.

Quote, "All research personnel
on alien planets are required

"to have their health certified
by a starship surgeon

at one-year intervals."

Like it or not, professor,

as commander of the starship,
I'm required--

To show your gold braid
to everyone.

You love it, don't you?

He's all yours, Plum.

Dr. McCoy.

Sit down and breathe deeply,
please.

Did I hear you
call him Dr. McCoy?

You did.

Hm.

...

McCoy.

I've heard Nancy speak
of a Dr. McCoy.

Well, that's me.
Didn't she mention I was here?

You--
You've seen Nancy?

She went out to get you.

You've seen her too.

You were with
the good doctor.

Yes, why?

Oh... Nothing. Heh.

It's just that it gives me
great pleasure to know

that she's gotten to see
an old friend

and has a chance
for some company.

It's different for me.
I enjoy solitude.

But for a woman...

You understand,
of course.

Well, it certainly
hasn't aged her.

She looks exactly
as I knew her 12 years ago.

Amazing, Jim,
like a girl of 25.

Oh, sorry. I'm sorry, captain.
Sit down.

I seem to have forgotten
my manners.

Quite all right.

I'm not joking, Jim.
She hasn't aged a day.

There's not a gray hair
on her head.

She's got some gray, Bones.

Excuse me, professor.

She's a handsome woman,
yes, but hardly 25.

You've seen my wife

with the eyes
of your past attachment, doctor.

I'm sure
when Nancy lets--

When you see her again,
she'll be of a believable age.

Well, at any rate,

she doesn't look
a day over 30.

Genuine affection.

I'm glad, heh,
you still feel it for her.

Leonard, isn't it?
She's a fine woman.

Open your mouth.

Why, I thought
the machine was--

The machine is capable
of almost anything,

but I'll still put my trust
in a healthy set of tonsils.

Now, open your mouth.

McCoy.

Dead, Jim.

It's strange, the red mottling
all over his face.

What happened?

What do you suppose happened?

You beamed down a crewman
who doesn't know better

than to eat an untested plant.

I've just lost a crewman,
Mrs. Crater.

I wanna know what happened.

Well, I--

I... Oh...

Just take it easy,
Nancy.

Just tell us
what you know.

Well, I was just...

I couldn't find Bob,
and I was coming back.

I crossed
to your crewman.

I wanted him
to know

I wasn't offended by the things
he'd said back there.

You remember.

Then I--

I noticed he had
a Borgia plant in his hand.

Before I could say
anything, he'd--

He'd taken a bite
from it-- He--

He fell.

His face
all...

twisted. Ah-

Leonard, you look at me
like you don't believe me.

No. No, no, no.
It's not that at all.

It's something
entirely different.

Um...

Jim, I suppose we could complete
these examinations later.

We don't need an examination.
You can see that.

Perhaps you'd better
take your man and--

We're well aware of
our next duties, professor.

We'll complete

your examinations
tomorrow.

...

Transporter Room.

Transporter Room,
captain.

Lock onto us.
Three beaming up.

Locked onto you,
captain.

Salt. You did ask him
about more salt tablets?

I'll take care of
the provisioning, Nancy.

Miss Uhura,
your last subspace log

contained an error
in the frequencies column.

Mr. Spock,
sometimes I think

if I hear that word
"frequency" once more,

I'll cry.

Cry?
Heh.

I was just trying to
start a conversation.

Well, since
it is illogical

for a communications
officer

to resent the word
"frequency..."

I have no answer.

No, you have
an answer.

I'm an
illogical woman,

who's beginning to feel
too much a part

of that
communications console.

Why don't you tell me I'm
an attractive young lady.

Or ask me if I've
ever been in love.

Tell me how your planet
Vulcan looks on a...

lazy evening

when the moon
is full.

Vulcan has no moon,
Miss Uhura.

I'm not surprised,
Mr. Spock.

- Transporter Room to Bridge.
- Landing party returning.

They report one death.

Bridge,
acknowledging.

I don't
believe it.

Explain.
You explain.

That means that
somebody is dead,

and you just...

sit there.

It could be
Captain Kirk.

He's the closest thing
you have to a friend.

Lieutenant,
my demonstration of concern

will not change
what has happened.

The Transporter Room
is very well manned,

and they will call me
if they need my assistance.

She called it
a Borgia plant.

- Something new to me.
-

Bridge to
Dispensary.

Go ahead,
Mr. Spock.

Borgia plant listed
in library record tapes

as Carbon Group III
vegetation,

similar to Earth
nightshade family.

Alkaloid poison,
chemical structure

common to most
Class-M planets.

About the strange mottling
on his facial-skin surface,

there is no reference
to this symptom.

Hm.

Well, then this man
wasn't poisoned.

Stand by,
Mr. Spock.

She said she saw him
eat the plant.

No, she's
mistaken.

I know alkaloid poison
and what to look for.

There's not a trace of it
in his body.

There were bits
in his mouth.

Jim, don't tell me
my business.

He could not have
swallowed any.

My instruments would have
picked up any trace of it.

Then what kills
a healthy man--

Now, I'll tell you
something else.

This man
shouldn't be dead.

I can't find anything
wrong with him.

According to all the tests,
he should get up

and just walk away
from here.

I don't know.

I'll have the tests
double-checked.

My eyes may be
tricking me.

But I swear, Jim,
when I first saw her,

she looked just as
I'd known her ten years ago.

Granted,
at the moment, I...

may have been looking at her

through a romantic haze.

How your lost love
affects your vision, doctor,

doesn't interest me.

I've lost a man.

I wanna know
what killed him.

Yes, sir.

Captain's log,
stardate 1513.4.

In orbit
around planet M-113.

One crewman, member of
the landing party...

dead by violence.

Cause: unknown.

But we are certain the cause
of death was not poison.

Message,
captain.

Starship base
on Corinth IV,

requesting explanation
of our delay here, sir.

Space Commander
Dominguez says

we have supplies
he urgently needs.

Tell José he'll get his chili
peppers when we get there.

Tell him they're
prime Mexican reds.

I handpicked
them myself.

He won't die if he goes
a few more days without 'em.

Got it?

Got it,
captain.

Well...?

No mistake
in our record tapes.

Borgia plant. Sole deadly
property is alkaloid poison.

And Professor Crater
and wife?

Check out perfectly.

They arrived here
nearly five years ago,

visited by
various vessels...

uh, made, uh, fairly
heavy shipments

out of artifacts and reports.

However, there has been
a marked drop in shipments

- during the last year.
-

McCOY:
Dispensary to captain.

Kirk here.

We found something.

What is it?

I'd rather not
put it on the speaker.

Fascinating.

So improbable we almost
didn't check it.

What?

Sodium chloride.

Not a trace of it.

This man has no salt
in his body at all.

Can you explain
that, doctor?

I can't.

Except what we normally
carry in our bodies

is gone from his.

He would die
almost instantly.

How? There's no mark
on his body.

Except the red rings
on his face.

You called that
skin mottling.

I thought it was,
sir.

Another error
on my part.

I'm not counting
them, Bones.

Are you, uh, in the mood
for an apology?

Uh, forget it.

I probably was
mooning over her.

I should have been
thinking about my job.

Perhaps you were.

Both Nancy and Crater
went out of their way

to mention one item
they needed.

Salt tablets.

Mr. Spock...

outfit a
landing party.

We're beaming down
with some questions.

One might think that you had
more important duties

than harassing
people, captain.

I have, professor.
Believe me, I have.

Where is Mrs. Crater?
I want to talk to her too.

Captain, you can't
just beam down here

and bully us, and interfere
with our work.

Mrs. Crater.
I won't ask again.

Possibly at
the other diggings.

We don't keep
military logs--

Green,
find her.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Spock.

Standing by.

Sturgeon, transport a sample
of the plant to Mr. Spock.

We'll check if it's
actually the Borgia plant

or something we
don't understand.

You got that,
Mr. Spock?

Complete analysis.

Captain...

considering the
inescapable fact

that you are a trespasser
on my planet--

Your complaint
is noted, sir.

Look...

something we don't understand
killed one of my men.

It could prove
to be a danger

to you and
Mrs. Crater too.

We've been here
for almost five years.

If there were...

anything
hostile here,

we would know about it,
wouldn't we?

Bones, tell
the professor

what the autopsy
revealed.

Our crewman died of
salt depletion.

A sudden total loss
of it.

Medically impossible
by any standards.

And by
coincidence,

both you and Mrs. Crater
requested salt tablets.

And your esteemed physician
cannot explain

our need
for salt tablets?

We're all aware
of the need for salt

on a hot and arid planet
like this, professor.

But it's a mystery.

And I don't
like mysteries.

Give me a bellyache.
And I got a beauty right now.

Nancy and I started
with 25 pounds.

This is what
we have left.

Now what is so
mysterious about that?

Salt.

One of the missions
of the Enterprise

is to protect human life
in places like this.

I'm gonna have to ask
you and Mrs. Crater

to stay aboard
my ship...

until we find out what
killed that crewman.

But you can't
do that.

But I can,
professor.

You mustn't do it,

It'll interfere
with our work.

How?

You've been here
five years.

Will a couple of days
make a difference?

Mr. Spock.

Spock here.

Arrange quarters
for Professor and Mrs. Crater.

Did you get
the plant analysis?

It is the Borgia
variety, captain.

Could not have caused
Darnell's death.

Jim,
he's run off.

Nancy!

You!

Salt!

I've got salt.

Smell it.

Smell it.
Nancy!

Professor
Crater!

McCOY:
Professor
Crater.

Professor
Crater.

Professor
Crater.

Professor!

Professor.
Jim.

Jim.

It's Sturgeon.

He's dead.

We'd better locate
Crewman Green.

Green!

Green!

Crewman Green,
report!

Green!

McCoy:
Crewman Green,
report!

Green.

Green!
Where are you?

Could it be Crater?
He came this way.

I don't know.

Green!

Gr--

Did you
see this?
Yes, sir.

Sturgeon was dead
when I found him.

I was circling to find
whatever it was.

McCOY:
Same red rings
on his face.

Have you seen Nancy?
Mrs. Crater?

No, sir. I checked
all through the ruins.

I'm worried
about her, Jim.

She's not at the quarters,
not at the diggings.

She could be
in trouble. Nancy!

Crater!

Nancy,
it's Leonard!

We're beaming
aboard the ship.

You can't
leave her.

We can't search this
whole planet on foot.

Learn something from
Mr. Spock, doctor.

Stop thinking
with your glands.

We have equipment
aboard the Enterprise

that could pinpoint a match
lit anywhere on this planet.

- Or the heat of a body.
-

Transporter Room.
Kirk speaking.

Three to
beam up.

Kirk to Bridge.
Spock here.

Break out the surface
search equipment.

I want coordinates
on two people.

Acknowledged.

There's a body
down there. Sturgeon.

We'll bring him
home, sir.

You could use
some sleep, Bones.

All right, Jim.

Bridge.

Oh, Green. Uh,
what went on down there?

Who do you think
you are?

Something odd,
captain.

You said
two people.

Professor and
Nancy Crater.

We get a reading on
only one person.

Probably Crater.

He's, uh, circling, as if
searching for something.

Expand
search radius.

Yes, sir.

Why don't you go
chase an asteroid.

Hey, Janice.
Is that for me?

Don't you wish
it was.

Well, how about that?

Yeah. How'd you
like to have her

as your own
personal yeoman?

Where are you,
Sulu?

In here, feeding
the weepers, Janice.

Well, I've got
your tray.

May the great bird of the galaxy
bless your planet.

Heh. Thank you.

Hello,
Beauregard.

How are you today,
darling?

Her name's Gertrude.

No, it's
a he plant.

A girl can tell.

Why do people have to call
inanimate objects "she"?

Like, um,
"She's a fast ship."

He is not
an inanimate object.

He's so animate,
he makes me nervous.

In fact,
I keep expecting

one of these plants
of yours to, uh, grab me.

Hello, Green.

He's not talking
today.

You been nipping
Saurian brandy or something?

Take it easy.

Calm down.

Very sensitive.

He's the real
spook.

Suppose he's going
space-happy or something?

Hey, the door to my quarters
still rattles when it opens.

Would you stop by

and see if you can
do something about it?

Thanks, Bobby.

Crewman...

do I know you?

In a way, ma'am.

You were just thinking
of someone...

like me.

I'm guessing, of course,

but you do look a little lonely.

I see.

So naturally,
when I'm lonely I think of you.

You're Swahili?

Lieutenant Uhura to the Bridge.

Lieutenant Uhura to the Bridge.

I better get this tray back.
Bye, Beauregard.

- Wait a minute.
- I'll walk along.

Lieutenant Uhura,
report to the Bridge.

Lieutenant Uhura.

On my way, sir.

McCoy to Bridge.
Captain there?

Kirk here.

Nothing to report, doctor.

We haven't located Mrs. Crater.

What's the matter,
can't you sleep?
Nope.

Try taking one of
those red pills

you gave me last week.

You'll sleep.

Simple fact is...

unless there's
something seriously wrong

with the ship's
equipment,

there's only one person
within a hundred-mile circle.

All right, we'll
triangulate on him.

We'll let Professor Crater
explain

what happened
to his wife.

Remember my instructions,
lieutenant.

Keep a tight
fix on us.

If we let out a yell,
I want an armed party down there

before the echo dies.
Yes, captain.

Nancy.

Well, come in,
come in.

I've been worried
sick about you.

Wonder why Jim didn't
tell me he found you.

I'm so happy
to see you, Leonard.

The others, they--
Well, I--

I don't relate to them
as much as with you. You--

You have such strong
memories of me.

Well, I--

You do care,
don't you, Leonard?

It makes me feel so--

So safe.

Nancy. Um...

My husband?

Hm.

I like your feelings
better.

Much...

stronger.

But you're tired.

You need to rest.

You're as bad
as Jim Kirk.

He's been telling me
to take these.

Well, I think
you should.

I'll get you
some water.

Look at his face.

Bridge, Sulu. Trouble
on Deck 9, Section 2.

We need
a medical team.

Captain's log, stardate 1513.8.

I am now certain that
the violent death of my crewman

was caused
by some strange life form.

I was so worried.

Your husband
acting strange.

Crewmen dying.

Oh, you're so tired,
darling. Just rest now.

Medical Department alert.

Doctors and medics,
acknowledge.

It's nothing, dear.
It's nothing.

You just sleep.

Nancy will take care
of everything.

Dr. McCoy to the Bridge.

Dr. McCoy to the Bridge.

Dr. McCoy to the Bridge.

Captain's log, additional.

Armed and able-bodied crewmen

are not attacked
and slaughtered this easily.

Apparently, the killer

can immobilize them
as it approaches,

perhaps with some hypnotic
or paralyzing power.

The answer lies
with Professor Crater.

Professor Crater?!

Go away!
We don't want you here.

We...?

Where's your wife, professor?

We're concerned about her.

I'm armed.
Go away.

Where's your wife,
professor?

She's no concern
of yours.

We're worried
about her safety.

Aren't you?

Professor, you're
a reasonable man. Let me--

Kirk here.

Casualty, captain.

Barnhart was found dead
on Deck 9. Same symptoms.

Spock cutting in,
captain.

Something here, through
the arches to your left.

Stand by, Mr. Sulu.
Spock has something.

Green.

He beamed up
to the ship with us.

Or something did.

Enterprise, from Kirk.

Bridge. Sulu.

You have an intruder aboard.

Could be masquerading
as Crewman Green.

General Quarters,
Security Condition 3.

G.Q., Security 3, sir.

- General Quarters 3.
- Intruder alert.

G.Q. 3.
Intruder alert.

General Quarters 3,
intruder alert.

G.Q. 3, intruder alert.

Reporting G.Q. 3 secure,
captain.

Do you require
assistance there?

Crater knows
the creature.

If we can
take him alive...

Negative, lieutenant.

But keep
locked in on us.

Kirk out.

Let's get him.

We don't want you here!

We're
happy alone!

I'll kill
to stay alone!

You hear that,
Kirk?!

Or you'll have
to kill me.

I don't care
either way!

Obviously,
taking him alive

is gonna be
difficult.

Set your phaser
on one-quarter.

I'll leave mine
on stun.

Why risk your life
for his?

He's not trying
to kill us.

He's trying to
frighten us.

And he's doing
a pretty good job.

Yeah.

G.Q. 3 now secured,
except for Decks 5, 7 and 10.

Come in, please.

He's not in Supply
and Maintenance, Sulu.

- All right, Uhura.
- Engineering Deck now.

Run through file photos
of the crewmen there.

Check.

- Deck 5 reporting.
- Crewman Green

is not in his quarters.

No one has seen him.

Keep in mind if you find him,
he's not Crewman Green.

Captain reports
Green's dead.

And he--

Or rather, it...
followed me.

I thought there was
something twitchy about him.

He-- or whatever

--is probably your crewman
too, lieutenant.

He must have been it.

You know,
I would have remembered

a crewman
like him.

The creature leading you
a merry chase, Mr. Sulu?

Creature?

Or whatever it is
that's killing the crewmen.

Perhaps I can help.

Fill me in.

Set.

Acknowledged.

Crater!

Your wife, professor,
where is she?

Your wife, professor,
where is she?

She...

was the last
of her kind.

The last of her kind?

Last of its kind.

Earth history, remember?

Like the passenger
pigeon

or...the buffalo.

Ooh--

Ooh, I feel strange.

Just stunned. You'll be able to
think in a minute.

The Earth buffalo.

What about it?

Once there were
millions of them.

Prairies black with them.

One herd covered
three...

whole states.

And when they moved,
they were like thunder.

And now they're gone.

Is that what
you mean?

Like the creatures here.

Once there were...

millions of them.

Now there's one left.

Nancy understood.

Always in the past tense.

Where's your wife?
Where is she now?

Dead.

Buried up on the hill.

It killed her.
When?

Oh, a year--

Or was it two?

Kirk to Enterprise.

Bridge to captain.
Sulu here.

It's definite, Mr. Sulu.

The intruder
can assume any shape:

a crewman, you, myself, anyone.

Understand?

Affirmative, captain.

Go to G.Q. 4.

General Quarters 4, captain.

The creature
was trying to survive.

It has that right, doesn't it?

Kirk to Transporter Room.
Three to beam up.

They needed salt to stay alive.

There was
no more salt.

It's the...last one.

The buffalo.
There is no difference.

There's one, professor.

Your creature
is killing my people.

Captain's log, continuing.

The Enterprise has been invaded

by a creature capable
of assuming any form,

and with the capacity
to paralyze

and draw the life
from any one of us.

Deck 5, Section 3.

Deck 5, Section 3. Report.

Security 3-A here.
3-B in sight.

Negative, captain.

I've checked every face
on this vessel.

It was not
a crewman I saw.

Yeoman Rand, how long
was this Green with you?

As long as he--
it

--thought it could get
to the salt on my tray, sir.

Mr. Spock?

Supplies of salt have
been set out as bait

at all decks and
engineering levels, captain.

However, no one or nothing
has approached them as yet.

Dr. McCoy?

Yes?

Medical Department
report, doctor.

Oh.

Well, we...

could offer it salt
without tricks.

There's no reason
for it to attack us.

Your attitude
is laudable, doctor,

but your reasoning
is reckless.

The creature is not
dangerous when fed.

No. It's simply
trying to survive

by using its
natural ability

to take other forms.

The way the chameleon uses
its protective coloring.

An ability retained,
no doubt,

from its primitive
state.

The way we have retained
our incisor teeth.

They were
once fangs.

Certain of our muscles
were designed for chase.

It uses its ability
the way we would use

our muscles and teeth,
if necessary,

to stay alive.

And like us,
it's an...

intelligent animal.

It's, uh-- There's no need
to hunt it down.

A very interesting
hypothesis, doctor.

Briefing Room.

All the halls
sealed off.

All weapons accounted for
and locked away.

Security 4 in effect
on every level.

Still no lead
on the intruder.

Thank you,
lieutenant.

Continue
the search.

Crater...

we don't know who
or what we're looking for.

We need your help,
and now.

I demanded,
I even begged,

that you get off
my planet.

Can you recognize this thing
when you see it?

Professor...

I'll forego charges
up to this point...

but this creature's aboard
my ship, and I'll have it,

or I'll have your skin.

Or both. Now, where is it?

I loved Nancy very much.

Few women like my Nancy.

She lives
in my dreams.

She walks and sings
in my dreams.

And it becomes Nancy for you.

Not because of tricks.

It doesn't trick me.

It needs love

as much as
it needs salt.

When it killed
Nancy,

I almost
destroyed it, but--

it isn't just a beast.

It is intelligent...

and the last of its kind.

You bleed
too much, Crater.

You're too pure
and noble.

Are you saving the last
of its kind,

or has this become
Crater's private heaven

here on this planet?

This thing
becomes wife,

lover, best friend,
wise man,

fool, idol,
slave.

Isn't
a bad life

to...have everyone

in the universe
at your beck and call.

And you win
all the arguments.

You don't understand.

Have you learned
to see this thing...

in whatever form
it becomes?

Yes.

Are you gonna help us find it?

Sorry, I can't.

Recommend we use
truth serum, captain.

Doctor?

Well, I resist using it,

but in this case, uh,

the professor
will give us the truth.

Take him.

I'll accompany you,
doctor.

Oh. Yes,
of course.

Captain Kirk to Dispensary.

Captain Kirk to
Dispensary. Urgent.

It wasn't McCoy.

It was the creature.
It hit me.

Crater grabbed my phaser.

Wondered about McCoy.

A doubt had crossed my mind.

Captain...

Professor Crater.

Dead.

But it had you too.

Fortunately,
my ancestors spawned

in another ocean
than yours did.

My blood salts
are quite different.

Leonard. Leonard,
wake up, please!

Help me!
Help me, Leonard.

They're trying to kill me.
Don't let them kill me!

Whoa, easy. Easy.
Nobody's going to hurt you--

But you must help me!

Move aside, Bones.

What's going on
here, Jim?

She's not Nancy, Bones.

Are you insane?

It killed four crewmen.
Now Crater.

It?

The creature. It kills.

It needs salt
to live.

Bones,
move aside.
No!

My guess is
she needs more.

You want it, Nancy?

Come and get it.

You're
frightening her, Jim.

Not fright.

Hunger. Look at her.

Leonard...

if you love me,
make him go away.

Come on.

Do you want this,
Nancy?

Come on, Nancy. Come
and get it. Here it is.

Leonard, help me.
I can't fire.
Out of the way.

Stop it, Jim!
McCoy, out of the way!

What's the matter with you?
Are you out of your mind?!

Get out of
the way.

It's killing the captain!

Shoot it, doctor, quickly.

No!

No!

It's killing
the captain! Shoot, quick!

I won't shoot Nancy.

This is not Nancy.

If she were Nancy,
could she take this?

Stop it!

Stop it, Spock!

Stop it!

Is that Nancy, doctor?

No.

No!

Leonard--
Leonard, no.

Leonard...please.

Lord, forgive me.

I'm sorry, Bones.

Ready to leave
orbit, captain.

Is something wrong, captain?

I was thinking about
the buffalo, Mr. Spock.

Warp 1, Mr. Sulu.

Warp 1, sir.
Leaving orbit.