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Captain's log,
stardate 1329.8.

The USS Enterprise in pursuit
of an unidentified vessel.

There he is, sir.

Center screen.

Still trying to
run away from us, sir.

Don't lose him,
Mr. Sulu.

No, sir.

Earth ship, Mr. Spock?

Difficult
to say, captain.

We're getting
no registration beam from it.

If it is, he'll soon
overload his engines.

Sir, he's pushing
his engines too hard.

Changing course
again.

He knows we're
after him, all right.

Stay with him,
Mr. Sulu.

Communication?

I've tried
all frequencies, sir.

He refuses to answer.

Unless he's not
receiving us.

Oh, he's receiving us,
all right.

Approaching
an asteroid belt, captain.

Schiller rating:
three-five.

Deflectors on,
Mr. Farrell.

He's seen
the asteroid too, sir.

Stay with him.

He'll try to
lose us in 'em.

If one of them hits him--

Sensor reading
on the vessel, captain.

I make it out as
a small class-J cargo ship.

And his engines
are superheating.

Try to warn him.
If he loses power now--

There go
his engines, sir.

He's drifting into
asteroid belt, captain.

He's had it...

unless we put our deflector
screen around him.

Captain, if we try, we'll
overload our own engines.

He's too far away.

Cover him with our deflector
screen, Mr. Farrell.

Scotty, Spock...

stand by
in the Transporter Room.

Aye, sir.

We're protecting him, sir.

Won't be able to
hold it long.

We're overloading,
captain.

Engine temperatures
climbing.

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.

This is the Engine Room.

Temperatures are passing
the danger line.

Our deflector screen's
weakening, sir.

We can't protect them
much longer.

That was one of our
lithium-crystal circuits, sir.

Bridge to
Transporter Room.

If you don't start beaming
that crew over soon--

They're not answering
our signal.

Nothing to
lock onto.

Another circuit,
sir.

I'm getting
a distress-signal call

from them, sir.

Scotty...we're getting
a distress signal.

We're locked onto
something, captain.

Meaning no ingratitude,
gentlemen,

but just where is it
I find meself?

You're aboard
the USS Enterprise.

Oh, it's really a darn
beautiful ship, isn't it?

Really a beautiful ship.

Oh. The name, gentlemen,
is Walsh.

Captain Leo Walsh.

How many more
in your crew?

Just a few more.

Your vessel's
breaking up, man.

If we don't get them
over here right now--

Well, we couldn't
be sure you was

a friendly vessel
now, could we?

Ah, but the three of them
will be

in position
right about by now.

Another lithium
circuit.

Now supplementing
with battery power, sir.

Scotty...

how many of them
did you get aboard?

Only one, sir.

But we've locked on
to three more.

What's wrong?

I don't know,
sir.

With those three
lithium crystals gone--

At best, it'll take
longer on battery.

Never did trust this thing
in the first place.

There she goes.

Asteroid. Hit him dead center.

Bridge to Transporter Room.

Their vessel has been hit
by an asteroid.

It's gone.
Did you get the crew off?

Not yet, sir...

but we've
hooked on to something.

Kirk to Transporter Room.
Report.

It's all right, darlings.

We're in good
hands.

Bridge to Transporter Room.

We're clearing the asteroid
belt now, captain.

Deflector screen down,
Mr. Farrell.

Conserve power.

Captain to Transporter Room.

Are you reading me
or not, Mr. Scott?

Bridge to Transporter Room.
How many did we get off?

Oh...um...

Four in all, sir.

The captain of
that vessel can walk,

I want him in my cabin
immediately.

Correction.

I want him there
whether he can walk or not.

Kirk out.

That fella sounded
a mite upset, didn't he?

Yes.

Yes, they are.

Curious.

You're certain this was
everyone aboard, Mr. Walsh?

No other
crewmen?

Oh, no. That's
everyone all right.

But so far as the ladies
actually being the crew--

You can explain that
to the captain.

Amen to that,
Scotty.

Oh, sure, these starships

are really
something marvelous,

but men will
always be men,

no matter where they are.

Hey, mister...

you'll never
take that out of 'em.

Deck 12.

You're part Vulcanian,
aren't you?

Hm.

Ah, well then,

a pretty face
doesn't

affect you at all,
does it?

Uh, that is, not
unless you want it to.

You can save it,
girls.

This type can turn himself off
from any emotion.

I apologize for
what he said, sir.

He's so used to buying
and selling people--

I'll handle
the conversation...darling.

Come.

The commander of the transport
to see you, captain.

Good.

Now, if you don't
mind telling--

Hello.

Hello, ladies.

Is this your crew,
captain?

Uh, well, no, captain.

This is
me cargo.

Captain's log, stardate 1329.1.

We have taken aboard from
unregistered transport vessel

- its captain and...
-

And three unusual females.

These women have
a mysterious magnetic effect

on the male members
of my crew...

- including myself.
-

Explanation unknown
at present.

Well, how the devil
am I supposed

to know this is
a starship, captain?

There I am with a cargo
of young lovelies,

a strange ship
comes up alongside--

Well, naturally I did
me best to evade you.

And starship captain or no,

you exceeded
your authority

when you drove me
and mine

into a shower
of asteroids.

Your name, please?

Walsh. Leo Walsh.

You destroyed me ship,
captain.

Mr. Walsh, I'm convening
a ship's hearing

on your actions.

Mr. Spock will
supply you with any

legal information
you may need...

for your defense.

You're a hard-nosed one,
captain.

And you're a liar,
Mr. Walsh.

I think we both
understand each other.

Security.

Escort Mr. Walsh
to his quarters.

Confine him there.

You're on duty,
Johnny-O.

Back to reality.

You can feel their eyes
when they look at you.

Like something grabbing
hold of you.

You notice that?

I noticed.

How I noticed.

Cool it now,
Johnny, okay?

Got trouble,
Mr. Spock.

I'm well aware
of that, Mr. Scott.

One lithium
crystal left,

and that with a hairline
split at the base.

Better rig
a bypass circuit.

Can't.

We blew the whole
converter assembly.

Kirk here.

Needed on the Bridge,
captain.

Harry--

Now, darlings,
shh.

Calm down now.

Uh-- Do you mind
waiting outside?

Sorry, sir.

Well, now,
answer every question

they put to you.
Don't lie.

Well, you've no need to,
have you?

And don't submit
to a med--

Heh-heh. That is,
being so healthy,

they've no need
for a medical exam.

Have they?
Heh-heh.

But what if they
ask us about--?

They won't.

Have you no place
to go, lads?

They'll notice
we're dif--

No, no, no, no, no, no.
They won't.

You just let Leo take
all the hard questions.

Now, don't be
panicking, loves.

We'll get to--

Get where?

We don't have
a ship,

and we're headed
the wrong way, Harry.

Le--

Leo.

Leo Walsh is
me name, darling.

Don't-- Don't
forget that.

Aren't they so lovely?
Lovely, aren't they?

Uh, if they'll only
think lovely thoughts.

If they smile,

why, they'll come out
right some which way,

now, won't they?

Me personal guarantee
on that.

The entire ship's
power is feeding

through one lithium
crystal.

Then switch to
bypass circuits.

We burned them
all out

when we superheated,
captain.

That jackass, Walsh,
not only wrecked

his own vessel, but
in saving his skin--

If it makes you feel
any better, engineer...

that's one jackass
we're gonna see skinned.

Yeah, but it's
frustrating.

Almost
a million gross tons

of vessel depending
on a hunk of crystal

the size of
my fist.

And that crystal
won't hold up.

Not, uh, pulling all
our power through it.

Well, Mr. Spock?

There's a lithium-mining
operation on Rigel XII.

High-grade ore,
I've heard.

Location and distance.

Mr. Farrell
has the course.

Less than
two days travel.

Make for Rigel XII,
Mr. Spock.

Rigel XII, Mr. Farrell.

You have the course.

Captain's log, stardate 1329.2.

Onboard the USS Enterprise,

a ship's hearing is
being convened

against the transport
vessel's captain.

I'm becoming concerned

about the almost
hypnotic effect

produced by the women.

This hearing is convened.

Stardate 1329.2,
onboard Starship USS Enterprise.

Formal hearings against
Transport Captain...

Leo Walsh.

Start computer.

State your name
for the record.

Leo Francis Walsh.

Incorrect.

Your correct name.

Gentlemen, surely
you're not going to take

the word of a soulless
mechanical device

over that of a real
flesh-and-blood man.

State your correct name
for the record.

Harry Mudd.

Incorrect.

Harcourt Fenton
Mudd.

Any past offenses,
Mr. Mudd?

Course not, gentlemen.

I'm simply
an honest businessman.

Incorrect.

Blast that tin-plated pot.

Full data coming on-screen.

If it can read
our minds too...

They can't, darling.
They can't.

Just what's
on the record.

Offense record: smuggling.

Sentence: suspended.

Transport of stolen goods.

Purchase of space vessel
with counterfeit currency.

Sentences:
psychiatric treatment.

Effectiveness disputed.

Mr. Mudd. You are charged
with galaxy travel

without a flight plan,

without
an identification beam,

and failure to answer
a starship's signal,

thus effecting a menace
to navigation--

What, my tiny little ship
in this immense galaxy?

A menace to navig-- ?

You're also charged
with operation

of a vessel without
a master's license.

Untrue. I have
a master's ticket.

Incorrect.

Master's license revoked,
stardate 1116.4.

All right.

Well...very simply,

Leo Walsh, who was to be
my captain on this trip,

passed away...
suddenly.

I had no choice
but to

take out me ship
me own self, did I?

Well, I--
I-I assumed Leo's name

for this voyage,
out of...

...courtesy to him.

In memoriam,
as it were.

Fine, fine man.

Alas, gone to
his reward.

Destination and purpose
of journey?

Planet Ophiuchus III.
Wiving settlers.

Come again, Mr. Mudd?

You do what?

I recruit wives
for settlers.

A difficult
but...

satisfying task.

Data on witnesses.

No data.

Computer, go to sensor probe.
Any unusual readings?

No decipherable
reading on females.

However, unusual reading
on male board members.

Detecting
high-respiration patterns...

perspiration rates up...

heartbeat rapid...

blood pressure higher
than normal.

Now, that's
sufficient.

Strike that from
the record, Mr. Spock.

Do you see, gentlemen?
Just as I told you.

Three lovely ladies

destined for
frontier planets...

to be the companions
of lonely men.

To supply that warmth

of a human touch that's
so desperately needed.

A wife, a home,
a family.

Gentlemen...
I look upon this work

as a sacred
public trust.

I've devoted
me whole life to it.

Incorrect.

Well, I'm about to
start devoting

my entire life to it.

Did these ladies
come voluntarily?

Well, of course.

Now, for example...

Ruthie here comes
from a pelagic planet.

Uh, sea ranches.

Magda there,

from the Halium
experimental station.

It's the same story for
all of us, captain. No men.

Mine was
a farm planet...

with automated machines
for company,

and then two brothers
to cook for,

mend their clothes,

canal mud a foot thick
on their boots

every time
they walked in.

Fine, Evie. Fine.

No, it's not fine.

We've got men
willing to be

our husbands waiting for us,

and you're taking us
in the opposite direction.

Staring at us
like we were

Saturnius harem girls
or something.

That's enough, Evie.

The only charges
are against Mr. Mudd.

Illegal operation
of a vessel.

Do you have any defense
to offer?

Only heaven's own truth...

which I've just
given you.

Hearing is closed.

Mr. Mudd to be handed over
to the legal authorities...

at our earliest
opportunity.

And what about us?
What happens to us?

Help us, please.
All of us.

Miss McHuron,
if you don't mind--

The last crystal, sir.
It's gone.

Captain Kirk,
Engineering section

reports our entire
life-support system

is now on batteries.

Mr. Spock.

M-Miss McHuron, please.

No, please.
Would you mind?

M-Mr. Spock, will you contact
the miners on Rigel XII?

Notify them that we'll
need the lithium crystals

immediately
upon arrival.

Oh, you beautiful galaxy.

Oh, that heavenly universe.

Why, girls...

lithium miners.

Don't you understand?

Lonely, isolated,

overworked,
rich lithium miners.

Girls, do you still
want husbands?

Hm?

Evie...you won't have
to be satisfied

with a mere
ship's captain.

I'll get you a man who
can buy you a whole planet.

Maggie...you're going
to be a countess.

Ruth, I'll make you
a duchess.

And I...

I'll be running
this starship.

Captain James Kirk...

the next orders
you're taking

will be given by

Harcourt Fenton Mudd.

Captain's log,
stardate 1330.1.

Position, 14 hours
out of Rigel XII.

We're on auxiliary
impulse engines.

Fuel low,
barely sufficient

to achieve orbit
over the planet.

Lithium replacements
are now imperative.

The effect of Mudd's women
on my crew continues to grow,

still totally unexplained.

Harry Mudd is confined
to his quarters under guard.

May I come in?

Why, yes.

Please do,
by all means.

Connors,
are you finished?

I was wondering what
this place looked like.

It's fascinating.

Would-- Would--?

Would you walk past
my panel again, please?

Your what?

My medical scanner.

Oh, why? You're not giving me
an examination, are you?

Oh, no,
I wouldn't trust my--

My judgment.
Believe me.

Just...walk by, please.

It's not supposed to
do that.

I wondered...

will you be examining
the miners on Rigel XII?

Yes, if they need it.

You mean you haven't
asked yet?

Are they in good health
and all that?

What?

Oh, yes.

They're in excellent health.

All three of them.

Oh. Three.

Are you wearing some
unusual kind of perfume,

or...something
radioactive, my dear?

No. I'm just me.

I wonder what makes it
do that.

Captain.

I hope you don't mind.

Oh, in fact,
Ms. McHuron, I do.

Well, I was trying to
take a walk, and I just--

I just had to run in
someplace. You see--

I mean, all your men
were looking at me...

following me
with their eyes.

Yes.

I'll have to
talk to them about that.

They, uh...

don't do that ordinarily,
Ms. McHuron.

But somehow
in your case,

and the ladies with you,
it's, uh--

Well, they're...

probably
just lonely.

I can understand loneliness.

Yes.

Yes, uh-- Now,
Miss McHuron,

if you don't
mind, I--

I-I suppose--

I suppose you
understand it even more.

I mean, having to run
a huge ship like this with...

so much responsibility...

every minute, and...

having to be
so careful,

with all your men
looking up to you.

Well, it probably
appears

more difficult
than it is.

...

I read once,
a commander has to act

like a paragon of virtue.

I never met a paragon.

Neither have I.

Well, of course not.
No one is.

But some people
try to pretend.

Oh.

Do you, captain?

M-M-Ms. McHuron,
I-- I don't--

Oh, no.

Oh.

I just can't do it.

I don't care
what Harry Mudd says.

I do like you.

And I just can't
go through with it.

I hate
this whole thing.

Just three. You're sure?

Yes. Miners are
healthy and fairly young.

Later, dear.
Later.

Magda. Did you get to
your communications man?

The head miner is
named Ben Childress.

The others are
Gossett and Benton.

And they've
been there--

Almost
three years now.

Alone.

Perfect.

Perfect.

Three of them, and...

three lovely ladies
has Harry Mudd.

And lithium crystals,
my dear,

are worth
300 times

their weight
in diamonds.

Uh, thousands of times
their weight in gold.

But they'll be down there,
and we'll be up here,

circling a hundred miles
above them.

And there's
a guard

outside your door,
Harry.

You can't get out
of your cabin.

No, my dears.

After one more
little job for you,

it won't be Harry Mudd
that's trapped.

It'll be a gentleman
named James T.--

I don't like you.

And I'm not very...

happy with myself
either.

Well, I'm not really
surprised.

I've seen you
noticing the captain.

We're supposed to
notice them.

Oh...

Oh, Harry. I--

I don't feel very good.

I think it must be
near the time.

I asked for a preorbital
course, Mr. Farrell.

Preorbital course
locked in, sir.

That's the last time I'm giving
an order twice, gentlemen.

We're down to battery power,

and we're low on that.

They'll get us
to Rigel XII, sir,

but it'll be
a shaky orbit.

Just hang us in there
long enough

to get six crystals,
Scotty.

That's all we need.

I'll get you
there.

Ridiculous.

What are we
running here?

Did you
examine them?

Did you
examine Eve?

She refused.

Well, come on,
you're the doctor.

What is it?

Is it that
we're tired...

and they're
beautiful?

They are...

incredibly
beautiful.

Are they, Jim?

Are they actually
more lovely,

pound for pound,

measurement
for measurement...

than any other women
you've known?

Or is it
that they just...

well, act beautiful?

No, strike that.
Strike that.

What are they, Bones?

You mean, are they...

alien illusions...

that sort of thing?

I asked you first.

McCOY:
No.

An alien smart enough
to pull this

would be
smart enough to keep

my medical scanner
from going bleep.

I don't follow you.

I don't either.

Top-space frequency
of three-nine.

Rigel XII. Rigel XII.

- This is Rigel XII.
- Come in, Enterprise.

Well, this isn't exactly
the Enterprise.

My name is
Harry Mudd.

To whom have I
the pleasure of speaking, sir?

Power curve
still dropping, captain.

We'll make orbit, sir.

A temporary one.

Lay in. Computer.

We can sustain
this orbit for...

three days, seven hours.

More than enough time.

Communications,
have a representative

of the Rigel XII miners

meet us here
to discuss our need.

Beam him up first pass
over that camp.

Yes, sir.

What's happening?

Look at my face.

Give us the pills.

What if someone
sees us like this?

You'll never find them,
Harry.

And if you do
find them...

you know what they are.

A cheat.

If you...

care for someone...

Really care--

For whom, Evie?
For Kirk?

You'll find out
that ship's captains

are already married, girl...
to their vessels.

You'd find that out
the first time you came

between him
and the ship. You'll see.

I'm going back
to what I was.

Ugly.

I can't stand myself
like this.

Why did you
hide them, Harry?

Don't you trust us?

I didn't
hide them, girl.

I put them in a safe place
in case I was searched.

Find the pill,
Harry.

Mattress.

Hm.
Yes, here.

Go on, Eve.
Take it.

It's not a cheat.

It's a miracle.

For some man
who can appreciate it...

and who needs it.

- Even burned and cracked...
- they're beautiful.

Destroying them
was a shame.

Not at all, Mr. Spock.

The choice was burning
this lithium crystal...

or the destruction
of another man's ship.

Come.

Sir. Mining Chief Childress
and Mr. Gossett.

Good. Show them in.

I'm James Kirk, captain
of the Enterprise.

This is my science
officer, Mr. Spock.

Let's get
right to business.

You want lithium crystals,
and we've got 'em.

Fine. I'm authorized
to pay an equitable price.

We're not sure
they're for sale, captain.

We might prefer
a swap.

What did you
have in mind?

Mudd's women.

If we like them.
We'd like to have a look

at them first, of course.
Right.

Trot 'em out, captain.
Oh, and Harry Mudd.

Either way, I've agreed
to have him released...

charges dropped.

Is there anything else?

You've got
no choice, Kirk.

You beam
a landing party down,

and you won't find
one blessed crystal.

No deal.

You're a long way
out in space, gentlemen.

You'll need medical help,
cargo runs,

starship protection.

You wanna consider
those facts too?

Come along, ladies.
Come along.

Uh, you must be
Ben Childress.
Right.

Come on now, girls.
Come on.

And you must be
Herm Gossett.

- Y-yes, I--
- I reckon I am.

One thing I'll say
for you, Mudd.

You're not a liar.

Ladies...

you are
welcome.

It's still no deal.

Conserving batteries, sir.

Half power.

I'm told they have
only three days

of orbit left before
they start spiraling in.

Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk.

I do hate to see you
suffering such a situation,

captain,
but truth is truth.

And the sad fact is,
you will deal.

Sooner or later...

you'll have to.

Captain's log.

Transporting down to surface
of planet Rigel XII

to acquire replacement
lithium crystals.

Expect further difficulty
from miners.

All right, Childress,
you've won.

Now I'll take
the lithium crystals.

When I have
the time, Kirk.

Childress.

We're busy, Mr. Kirk.

We...don't have the time
to spare, captain.

You got a better idea?

Blows like that
all the time.

You can get lost
a dozen feet

from your own
doorstep.

The wind comes up
suddenly.

Magnetic storm.

That means the wind
will really rip soon.

Dance with me.

Would you like
to dance?

No.

No.

I-I'm sorry, I--
I guess it must be the dust.

That's the way it is
on Rigel...

all the time.

Ah.

Hey.

Go away.

I'm cutting in.

Not on me.

What's the matter with you?!

Why don't you just
run a raffle,

and the loser gets me.

Can't go out there,
you'll get killed.

Just have those crystals
here when I get back.

Eve!

Eve!

Captain's log.

Have transported aboard
the Enterprise

to implement search
with infrared scanners

and sensing systems.

Magnetic storms
on the planet's surface

are cutting down speed

and efficiency
of our equipment.

Search now in progress
for three hours, 18 minutes.

Traverse parallel
three and four.

Checking...

but not
getting much.

Storm is ionizing
the atmosphere, captain.

Getting difficult
to probe through it.

Captain...

this is draining
our batteries further.

If we only had
those crystals.

But we don't.

I didn't get any.

I should have found a way.

Satisfied, Mr. Scott?

Losing communications
with the miners, sir.

Magnetic storm seems worse.

Has Childress
reported in yet?

No, sir. He and the girl
are still missing.

Sorry, Scotty.

How much power
do we have left?

About five hours,
sir.

Captain's log.

I've expended all but
43 minutes of power.

Ship's condition, critical.

Search now in progress
seven hours, 31 minutes.

Magnetic storms are easing.

Infrared reading.

Check traverse three,
grid 0-4-0.

About 11 miles,
bearing 1-2-1

from the mining
company.

That's Ben Childress' quarters.

There's a heat unit
operating there.

Could be a cookstove.

Have Mudd meet me
in the Transporter Room.

Mudd?

The name of
this game.

I had things
where I wanted 'em.

I ate some of your food,
so I paid with some chores.

And I do my own
cooking.

Damn.

Look, now, I've not laid
a hand on you.

Remember that.

Oh.

The sound of male ego.

You travel halfway
across the galaxy,

and it's still
the same song.

There.

Eat or talk?

I guess I'm supposed to
sit...taste it,

roll my eyes, and,
"Ooh, female cooking again."

I've tasted better.

By my own hand.

Well, you're tasting
some of it now.

I couldn't scrape
three layers

of your leavings
out of that pan.

Uh, you find me a well,
some decent water, then talk.

Well, why don't you hang
your pan out in the wind,

and let the sand
blast it clean?

Or hadn't you
thought about that?

It might work.

This solitaire?

Double jack.

Uh, the red eight ought to
go on the black nine.

Not in double jack.

You're not only plain
as an old bucket,

you're not even
good company.

What the devil happened
to your looks, anyway?

I got tired of you.

I slumped.

You hear what I said?

You're homely.

I've got enough
in crystals already

to buy queens...

by the gross.

I didn't touch her.

Thank heaven
you found her.

She's been bubbling
with gratitude ever since.

Sit down.

Tell him.

Tell him, Harry.

Uh. Yes, well...

The Venus drugs, Harry.

Venus drug?

I've heard of it, but--

It's not just
one of those stories?

Oh, it exists...

illegally.

Well, actually,
you see,

it's a...

relatively harmless drug.

Harmless?

Uh, yeah. Uh...

Well...

what it does
is give you more

of whatever
you have.

Well, with men,

it makes them
more muscular.

Women...rounder.

Men, more
aggressive.

Women, more
feminine and--

He gave it to the women
before you met them.

Does that mean
the others--?

They really look like
she does?

Mr. Childress, I--

Is that what it means?

Yes, that's what
it means.

What happened
to my partners?

They've left
for their quarters

during the storm,
Childress.

They're married.

Subspace radio marriage.

It was a fraud.

They can
get out of it.

If they want to.

Why?

Well, you can't condemn
the women.

I can.

Man goes out
and fights.

Almost dies.

We all almost died.

We should have,
but we didn't.

And now that we've got
the good life in our hands...

you bring us women
for wives that--

You don't want wives.

You want this.

This is what you want,
Mr. Childress.

And I hope you
remember it

and dream about it,
because you can't have it.

It's not real.

Is this the kind of wife
you want, Ben?

Not someone to help you.

Not a wife to cook...

and sew...

and cry...

and need.

But this kind.

Selfish.

Vain.

Useless.

Is this what
you really want?

All right, then...

here it is.

Quite a woman,
eh, Childress?

A fake.

Pumped up by a drug.

By herself.

She took
no drug.

I swallowed it.

Colored gelatin.

Yes, they took away my drug

and substituted that.

But that can't be.

There's only
one kind of woman.

Or man,
for that matter.

You either believe
in yourself...

or you don't.

All right,
Childress,

I've gone as far with you
as I intend to.

I want those
lithium crystals,

and I want
them now.

Enterprise,
this is Kirk.

Spock here, captain.

Stand by.

Do I beam down
a search party?

No.

The, uh...

The crystals are here...

and you're
welcome to them.

Stand by,
Mr. Spock.

We're coming aboard
with the lithium crystals.

How many coming, captain?

Uh, Eve will stay.

The day at least.
We, uh...

We wanna talk.

Eve?

You've got someone
up there...

called the Enterprise.

Two of us,
Mr. Spock.

Come on, Mr. Mudd.

Don't you think you could
possibly, mm, by accident,

arrange to leave me
behind here?

On this planet.

That would be
punishment enough.

I can't do that,
Harry.

But I will appear
as a character witness

at your trial...

if you think
that'll help.

They'll throw away
the key.

That must have been
quite a talk

you made down there.

Ever try considering
the...

patent-medicine
business?

Why should I work
your side of the street?

I'm happy the affair is over.

A most annoying,
emotional episode.

Smack...

right in
the old heart.

Oh, I'm sorry.

In your case,
it would be...

about here.

The fact that
my internal arrangement

differs from yours, doctor...

pleases me no end.

Course plotted,
and all systems in operation.

- Engines engaged.
- Helm answering.

Out of orbit, sir.

Ahead full.

Ahead full,
sir.