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And on behalf of the people of Calcis, I
formally agree to the - Ah!

Eurytria will not be silent!

Your Federation is not welcome here!
Enterprise, emergency beam out now!

No! Please!

Before, we were ambushed, Commander.

He's got a severe concussion, massive
swelling in the amygdala. Couldn't be in

worse part of the brain.

Responsible for the brain's emotional
memories.

And in this case, the hemorrhaging
terminal.

Unless I'm mistaken, Doctor,
conventional treatment should prove

against such injuries in that region of
the brain. The captain's brain, Spock.

He's dying and that's all you have to
say? On the contrary, I was about to

suggest Alkazine.

You can't be serious.

Not even out of trials. We don't know
the dosage, the side effects.

Hell, we don't even know if the damn
treatment would even work here.

Captain,

you do understand.

Doctor, brain activity is spiking again.

Jim. This is an experimental drug.
There's no... Do it!

Readings are stabilizing.

Neurological activity is returning to
baseline.

What happened?

You instructed the doctor to administer
an experimental drug to reset your

central nervous system.

I did?

Yes,

I did. Well, it was the right call, Jim.

Vitals are holding up. That dose saved
your life. You're not going to try to

take over my practice now, are you?

Captain, while I am pleased at your
recovery, there is a time -sensitive

at hand on the planet's surface.

Yes, of course.

Easy does it, Jim.

Take it slow for a while. I don't want
to see you back here in an hour.

I'm fine, Bones.

Thank you.

Can anything adopt that man?

Nothing I've seen yet.

Bridge.

Spock.

Holberg 917G.

Mr. Flint.

The android girl.

Raina. You remember her?

I remember everything.

Not my finest hour.

You were in great turmoil after those
events, Captain.

I acted in a manner in which I felt
would spare you pain.

Perhaps upon reflection it was not my
place to do so.

She was, however, simply a machine.

She was human.

Whatever she started out as, she was
human when we...

When I pushed her too far.

Lieutenant, open a channel of calculus.

Channel open, Kirk.

Captain Kirk, thank the gods.

Well, my hips position does occasionally
earn us pay. Yes, sir. I am so relieved

to hear it.

I cannot apologize enough for that.

Attack!

Our sister world opposes our desire to
join the Federation.

They will stop at nothing to prevent it.

Well, Minister, their attempt to derail
our alliance has failed. I pray that you

are correct.

The Eritreans have promised swift action
and on a global scale.

Your Federation's gift of the planetary
defense grid will provide the protection

Kelsey's needs.

So, let us proceed, Captain.

We are ready to activate the console.

With your permission.

And the command code, of course.

Captain?

The passcode, Captain.

Captain?

Space, the final frontier.

These are the voyages of the Starship
Enterprise.

Its continuing mission, to explore
strange new worlds.

To seek out new life and new
civilizations.

To boldly go where no man has gone
before.

Captain. Minister, may we have a moment
for a brief diagnostic procedure?

Yes, of course.

If you so wish.

Close frequency.

I can't remember the password.

I recommend hailing Starfleet Command.

We can obtain the passcode directly from
them.

The CNC authorized me to lock down the
console with my own encrypted password.

And to initialize it if and only if I
decided that the Chalcidians were ready

join with our nation.

So the passcode is known only to you.

It's nothing.

Perhaps Dr. McCoy's treatment has had
some unintended side effects.

Yes. That must be it.

Mr.

Fogg, you have the call.

Lieutenant Palmer.

Please inform Starfleet Command that the
Calcidian Defense Grid console may be

defective.

Request an ETA for a replacement.

Right away, sir.

Mr. Scott, I believe the device has been
taken to engineering.

Aye, but if the captain used a personal
code... Mr. Chekov, you do have

experience with cryptography, do you
not?

Yes, sir. At the Academy, I want the
code that is in the... Please assist Mr.

Scott in unlocking and reinitializing
the Planetary Defense Console.

Sir.

Sparks and Sigmund.

Sickbay. Tim.

Sir?

Commander,

energy signature from the surface of
Eritrea.

It's an interplanetary ballistic
missile.

Confirmed.

I'm reading a high -yield atomic warhead
leaving the planet's atmosphere.

Mr. Spock, we're being hailed by... By
the minister, I presume.

On screen.

It's happening.

Our sister world has launched a weapon
which will strike Calcis within two

hours. Where is Captain Kirk?

This is First Officer Spock.

We are monitoring the activity on
Eritrea, Minister.

I am aware... The Federation promised us
a planetary defense grid.

Where is your captain?

Captain Kirk is recovering from injuries
suffered from the attack.

Please stand by for further
instructions.

Enterprise out.

Intercept course, Commander.

Remain in orbit, but monitor the
situation.

Mr. Sulu, you have the bridge.

The concussion bones? The drug?

Give me a minute, will ya?

Must be. I remember the attack. I
remember being here in sickbay, but I

can't remember the bath coat.

Is that all you want to tell me?

Spock told you, didn't he?

Of course he did, Jim. He's worried
about you.

I'm not crazy, Bones. Sure you are.
That's why we like you.

You can't be right.

What is it?

That's impossible.

What?

A portion of your heart tissue is
shutting down.

Chief Medical Officer's log, Dardate
6182 .3.

I may have reached the limit of my
expertise.

The Captain's heart is progressively
weakening, and I must admit, I have no

medical explanation.

Progress report, Mr. Scott. There is no
progress, Mr. Spock. I cannot initialize

this PC without the Captain's pathcode.
I've done all I can do.

Ensign, have you applied a brute force
algorithm to override the device's

lockout? Sir, Dutrona consoles are
designed to deactivate in the event of

multiple access attempts.

Starfleet Protocol.

I can keep trying to circumvent the
encryption, but it could take days.

Please, continue.

Mr. Spock, how's the gun? Will he be all
right?

It is uncertain at this time.

Is there anything we can do?

You are presently doing it, Mr. Scott.

The priority is the activation of this
console.

And the protection of the Calcidian
homeworld.

It keeps coming up as

localized heart failure, but the
myocardial tissue isn't dead.

It's not even damaged.

Certain muscle fibers are just
atrophying.

You didn't fear, did you, Bones?

We served on the Farragut together.

We were very close.

But that was 13 years ago.

Tycho 4.

200 crewmen dead.

She was one of them.

You blamed yourself.

I knew you were close with Captain
Garavick, but... I didn't know about...

I never spoke about her.

I thought I could forget.

Like I could forget.

Jim.

I'm not sure your condition is...
medical.

Whatever caused you suddenly to remember
what Spock erased, it's unlocked

something very deep.

I'm calling Dr. McKenna. Have her bring
a psycho tricorder.

I don't need a shrink, Bones. You don't
know what you need. Well, apparently

neither do you, Doctor.

I'm sorry, Bones. That was... That was
unnecessary.

But not inaccurate.

You're right, Jim.

I don't know why this is happening.

But I'll be damned if you're going to
tell me there's nothing wrong in that

stubborn head of yours.

Mr. Fox, Dr. McCoy has cleared me to
return to duty.

I have.

The good doctor suggested a visit to the
ship's counselor, which the patient has

respectfully declined.

Captain, in this instance, I concur with
the doctor.

Given the circumstances,

a psychiatric evaluation is advisable.
Can you help me now?

Duly noted, gentlemen.

Captain, are you not concerned as to the
reason for the affliction? The

affliction is a result of the Alcacene.

Why, Spock, do you have another theory?
Because I'd love to hear it.

Perhaps not so much a theory as...

It's the same language.

I'm fine, Captain. I'm fine, Buck.

Fine.

Incoming message from Starfleet Command.

A replacement console is four Earth days
away.

Inform the captain.

And Commander Spock as well.

Sir, the Eritrean warhead has increased
velocity.

Time to impact.

At current rate and trajectory, 59
minutes.

Facers on standby.

We're having trouble getting a weapons
lock.

Increased powder directional beam.
Already tried, sir. It's no good. We've

sensor contact with the warhead.

Destroyed? No, sir. It's just vanished.

First officer's personal lock.

The Enterprise has lost track of the
inbound missile, despite all attempts to

locate it. And while Captain Kirk has
stabilized after his recent cardiac

episode, his condition remains a
mystery.

Minister, I wish I could tell you that
twin planets are rarely at odds with

other. Unfortunately, that's all too
often the case.

Generations ago, we chose a simple
spiritual way of life.

One touch with the mysteries of nature,
the Eritreans chose a more materialistic

philosophy.

Instead of celebrating the differences,
they demonstrated hostility and disdain

for our ways.

While the Federation is comprised of
great diversity, we applaud your values

welcome you into that diversity.

This defense grid will protect your
planet against Eritrea's hostility.

You have our thanks, Captain.

And on behalf of the people of Kalkis, I
formally agree to... Your matriarch

will not be silent!

Your veneration is not wanted here!

Interpress! I'm going to see Beamer now!

No! No, please, no!

Was the captain's cranial injury enough
to cause hallucinations and

cardiomyopathy? The injury's healed.

Maybe the alkazine?

Well, I can't speak to the physical
issues.

Nor can I help with the psychological
ones, unless the Captain permits me.

And right now, he certainly doesn't seem
to want me.

Dr. McKenna, may I have a word with my
senior officers, please?

Spock and I felt the ship's counselor
could be helpful, Jim.

Ah, thank you, Doctor, Commander. Your
feelings are noted.

You're dismissed.

Status report.

Eritrea's warhead will strike Calsus in
less than an hour. For unknown reasons,

a weapons lock is not possible.

If the planetary defense grid is not
on... How is Scotty and Chekov doing

the console?

Mr. Scott's efforts to decrypt your
passcode have been unsuccessful.

Perhaps Dr.

McCoy can synthesize a truth theme.

I believe in you, my husband.

How long till the missile reaches the
planet?

As I just stated, Captain, less than an
hour.

Kirk.

I will bear you many strong sons.

Jim, you've got to do something about
this, or we'll have to.

It's not a threat, Doctor. As chief
medical officer of this ship, it's my

ensure the safety of... We're wasting
time.

Return to your stations.

I'll be on the bridge.

Wait. Wait!

Whatever it is, let me help.

Captain, are you okay?

I was just on my way to the bridge.

That way, sir.

There is no medical evidence to indicate
the visions are a side effect of

Alkacene injections, Doctor.

So, you believe the Captain is seeing
ghosts?

I believe the Captain believes he is
seeing ghosts, regardless of whether he

willing to admit it.

But you don't think they're real, do
you?

You've got to be joking.

On the contrary, Vulcan history often
refers to the Katra, the soul.

Near I thought Vulcans were people of
science to be a people of science is to

acknowledge that sometimes science
points to something more Vulcans are

people of spirit the two are not as
contradictory as many assume

Captain

Mr. Lou, I need a flock on that missile.

Sir, there's no way... Then estimate
from the last known trajectory and fire

blind if you have to.

Aye, sir. Coming about.

Compensating for variance.

Variance? There's a 2 .5 drag
coefficient. Every time I make a course

correction, nothing we can.

Drag?

Sir, Warhead may be venting drive
plasma. Plugging our impulse manifold.

That could be with scrambling targeting
sensors.

Spock.

A charged particle burst from the
deflector dish would ignite the plasma.

We'll only get one shot at this.

We'll have to be quick. Ten seconds will
do it most.

Do it.

Target acquired.

The Farragut is a lucky ship.

I met you here.

Target acquired, Captain.

We're losing weapons, Locke.

Captain.

I have nothing to fear.

You are here.

Captain.

Fire faces.

Warhead destroyed.

Shane.

Let me help.

Do you remember how we met?

You were going to say something.

I've changed.

Let me help. What's wrong, Jane?

I fear your child.

Look at me. I fear your child.

I did the best I could.

I can't change anything now. What do you
want from me?

Commander Spock, I am unsuit for duty.

I'm relieving myself of command.

Another dose of Alkazine.

Another dose of brandy.

Drink up.

You

think

you needed a distraction to do that?

I know what to think, Jim.

I've never seen you like this before.

Your heart's operating at 15 %
efficiency.

Only a fraction of it is still healthy,
and it's doing the work for the rest.

Another cardiac event is inevitable, and
this time you may not survive it.

This is your life we're talking about.

Snap out of it, Jim. You're not alone
here. Really?

Thank you.

Duty first.

Always duty first.

Do

you

think

I love those women, Bob?

Think you loved a lot of women, Jim.

Sorry.

The answer is yes.

On another ship, an alien planet,
another time.

Wherever I found them, I lost them.

Gemma.

I didn't know.

You've always... Left it buried.

Hidden.

Command has no room for such
indulgences.

What is it you wanted to ask me?

Why are you here?

What do you want with the captain?

Jim.

I saw them.

You spoke to them, Spock.

What did they say?

There must be a resolution.

There must be peace.

They need closure, Captain.

Apparently, a resolution only you can
give.

How? They're gone.

Get to the bridge.

Tell Scotty to beam down the console to
the planet. I'll be there shortly.

I should order you to sickbay.

You have some place more important to
be?

I thought now might be a good time for
that little chat.

I'm glad you came.

Please, sit down.

I don't even know why I'm here, really.

I thought, McCoy, they have some
answers, but... not all of them.

Well, I'll certainly help however I can.
I relieved myself of command today. Did

you know that?

Never thought that day would ever come.

I read your file.

In the event you might want to speak
with me.

Thorough, aren't you?

I get that a lot, too.

You've lost some people very dear to
you.

Your responsibilities have required you
to make certain sacrifices.

Sacrifices? Doctor, they died because of
me.

I failed them.

Spock says they want resolution. They
need closure.

Captain, with all due respect to Mr.
Thock, he's wrong.

Humans bury feelings of heartbreak and
loss. We lock them away.

And if we never come to terms with them,

those feelings can paralyze us.

I think you suffer from a great deal of
guilt.

You never had the opportunity to explain
to them why you had to do what you did.

Don't you see?

It's not they that need resolution.

It's you.

But it's too late.

It's never too late to make peace with
those we love.

How?

Where?

Invite them to come to you.

Perhaps in the place you last left them.

Computer. Ready.

Run simulation.

Please define simulation parameters.

Earth. 1930.

New York City Street.

Evening.

Working.

Program complete. Running simulation.

James.

You started to walk towards me.

And then Dr. McCoy did too, but... You
held him back.

You stopped him.

I denied my heart to allow history to
unfold as it was meant to.

I would have loved to have shown you
those stars.

Ahead of your time.

In so many ways.

We spoke the same language.

The very same.

But... My duty and... Your destiny... I
understand,

James.

I know why.

Be it.

Commander Spock, I'm reading 23
additional projectiles approaching at

impulse. Scanning.

They're tricobalt warheads, sir.

Rigged for tractor beams.

Weapons control.

Ready phaser banks? Load torpedo tubes.

Delay that order.

Using energy weapons to detonate
tricobalt devices would result in

subspace ruptures in the system.

We can get a tractor lock on two, three
at most.

Lieutenant Uhura, open a channel to the
Calcidian Council.

Loading program.

Sickbay. Constitution -class starship
USS Farragut, NCC -1647.

Running simulation.

Don't think this means you're getting
out of our date tonight.

Not a chance.

Nakia, what happened to the crew?

And you?

It's not your fault, Jim.

I knew the risk when I signed up for
Starfleet.

If I hadn't joined, I'd never have met
you.

I wish... I hope you

can forgive me. No.

There's nothing.

You forgive.

No more guilt, Jim.

No more.

Thoughts abridged. We've beamed the
console back to the planet, Commander.

sure what good it's going to do.

Acknowledged. Stand by for further
instructions.

Perimeter alert, sir. Warheads are
closing.

Time to impact.

Eight minutes, 44 seconds.

Mr. Spock, Minister Ambitimus on Channel
B.

Our engineer has returned the defense
grid console.

Please ensure that... And what are we
supposed to do? Throw it at the incoming

missiles? Without the activation
password, it's of no use whatsoever.

The Federation made promises.

And we are doing our best to keep them,
Minister.

You were gone.

I almost wish they hadn't come back for
me.

I've never been so happy.

Why?

Why did you put yourself in danger?

My place is at your side.

You were a gift I could never repay in a
thousand lifetimes.

Both of you.

My husband.

One does not repay a gift.

The Great Spirit calls us to
forgiveness.

A father returns home.

Do not torture yourself, my husband.

you

Spock to Captain Kirk.

Spock to Captain Kirk.

Kirk here.

Twenty -three tricobalt missiles are en
route.

They will strike Calsus in six minutes.

I can't remember the password.

Captain, I recommend moving the
Enterprise to a safe distance to avoid

thermokinetic shock waves.

Negative.

Move the Enterprise into the path of the
warhead.

Divert all available power to the port
side fields.

Captain, while we can most likely
survive the detonation, the spread of

missiles will make it impossible to
obstruct all of them.

The best we can do, Spock.

I'm on my way.

Lay in and intercept course.

Hold power to port side deflectors.

Aye, sir.

All hands, brace for impact.

This is not a drill.

I made this for you.

What's your name?

You never gave me one.

You deserved so much more.

A chance to live and grow.

But you'll always be with me.

I promise.

I will carry you here every day of my
life.

Captain's log, stardate 6182 .9. We have
successfully activated the planetary

defense shield, disabling the inbound
missile.

Mr. Spock.

I relieve you. I stand relieved.

Captain on the bridge.

Lieutenant, open up a channel to
Calford.

Channel open, sir.

Captain, you have our sincerest thanks.

When the Eritreans saw the result of
your planetary defense grid, they

that we enter formal peace negotiations.

That's excellent news, Minister.

Welcome to the United Federation of
Planets.

Captain, I wanted to thank you for
approving my request for a separate

office.

Well, if I...

Ever had any reservations about the need
for a ship's counselor?

I don't anymore.

Thank you, sir.

Irises.

I played in an irises. I don't know
where to get that in a hundred years.

Which would qualify it as a worthy
password.

And the goal would not be easily
guessed. Yeah, yeah, yeah. But where to

irises?

Finding myself mildly curious as well, I
conducted a library search.

and discovered a painting by 19th
century earth artist Vincent van Gogh.

The title of the work?

Irises.

I wonder why I only painted one iris
white.

And it said, because he was lonely.

Now's the ticker, Jim.

Ticking away.

You know, they say those that you love
and lose take a piece of your heart.

I guess that's true.

It certainly was for you.

But that last piece of your heart, the
one that refused to give up, I

think that belongs to another lady.

Thank you.